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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 1 year

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔! 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚!

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I'll go first...

Okay... the Governor and I are headed to Vienna to catch a show at the theatre and I'll be gifted a love letter! I love this man to bits but I'm expecting a double cross... ❤️🥀

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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Practice makes perfect

Request: please could you write one where Rick helps inexperienced reader shoot a gun and he also teaches her how to defend herself? Thank you!

A/N: hope this is okay!! Would you all like to see a daryl version of this??

Rick grimes x fem! Reader

You were new to the prison environment, you had stumbled upon the prison when you had lost your people to the dead. It was terrifying but thankfully Rick grimes and his people welcomed you in with open arms— or… well. Held at gunpoint. But that’s beside the point. You had been here for almost 18 days now and you were fitting in just right. You had found comfort within Hershel the kind man who seemed to be incredibly loyal and genuine. Not to mention his kindness towards everything was gratefully accepted during times like these. Beth too was a sweet girl but there were a few of the group who seemed a bit rough around the edges. Not that you minded of course, you were just glad you could say you had some kind of “friends.”

Here you were positioned near the gate where walkers were pressing themselves against, ruthlessly clawing at the metal structure desperate for the taste of flesh. You stood silently staring and listening to their groans and moans your hand numbly gripping onto the pistol that dangled by your side. It might’ve seemed stupid but you had never shot a gun in your life. And now that you were in this situation you wished you had accepted the many times family members offered to take you to the shooting range when the world was still normal. You exhaled shaking your head before you pointed your gun at one of the walkers heads, squinting your eyes slightly your finger resting upon the trigger as you tried to figure out how to do it, footsteps slowing just behind you— ricks scrutinising eyes examined you thoroughly before he cleared his throat. “The safety’s one” his thick accent touched your ears and you quickly glanced at him “what?” You murmured nervously “the safety’s on. That’s why you can’t pull the trigger.” He vaguely explained taking steps towards you before stopping beside you, slender fingers grasping onto the metal of the gun as he stood side by side with you his arm brushing lightly against yours “look,” he tilted the gun your way his thumb brushing against the metal before a click was heard “safety’s off now.” He spoke before slowly handing it back to you. “Try now.”

He took a step back giving you room to try but now under this much pressure you felt your nerves kick in. You were worried that because you didn’t know how to shoot a gun without looking like an idiot you’d be seen as someone lesser and be kicked out the group. But really that was just your over thinking. You hesitantly pointed the gun towards a specific walker Rick remaining silent as he observed you fingertips lightly brushing against the handle of his own gun it was just engraved into his mind to constantly do just in case he had to pull it on anyone or anything at any point. You couldn’t ever be too careful… you glanced back at him momentarily he was hard to read, you then looked forward again steadying your breath as you attempted it. And with one last deep breath you pulled the trigger the bullet flying through the air and zipping straight past the walkers a silent cuss leaving your lips as you shook your head embarrassed. “Not bad.” Rick spoke calmly, as if noting your anxious state and how you seemed to be slightly apprehensive about shooting the gun. He took a step towards you stopping beside you “have you ever shot a gun before?” He questioned and you glanced at him before shaking your head “no. I didn’t like using guns when the world was normal…” you murmur nervously and he only nods. “That’s understandable” he soon comments “I was a sheriff in Atlanta before all of this.” Rick began talking, your eyes snapping back towards him as you listened to him silently admiring him his jaw slightly clenching every now and then his baby blue eyes holding many memories within them. His eyes moved to look at you “so I was all involved in guns and protecting myself and my people.” He spoke as if trying to make you more comfortable. Opening up little by little…

“My wife…. She hated the thought of our son using guns. She refused to let him near them. Even when I offered to train him up for if anything ever happened she wouldn’t let him… even when the world went to shit… she wouldn’t let him touch a gun…” he analysed you as he spoke “until I convinced her enough… I wish I had held back slightly..” he swallowed thickly glancing down at the ground as he remembered the thought of Carl shooting his own mum. If Rick hadn’t of taught him how to shoot a gun then would Carl of shot Lori? It was a question left for speculation. No one truly knew. But Rick did feel guilt when he thought on it really hard… that’s why he tried to push it all down. Keeping it all at the back of his brain. “So I get where you’re coming from. But knowing how to shoot a gun now is… something we all need.” He spoke simply turning his back to you momentarily before he pulled his own gun out the sun reflecting off of the metal slightly making it glint every now and then “just copy my stance alright.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he put one foot forwards the other foot remaining in place almost as if he was bracing himself before he held the gun with two hands— one on the handle and trigger the other cupping it slightly as if to keep it stable. “Holding with both hands isn’t absolutely necessary but holding it with both hands keeps your focus and hands from shaking.” Rick explained and you nodded watching as he shot the gun the bullet immediately piercing the skull of the dead as it collapsed onto the ground. “Your turn.”

He spoke before backing away, and you exhaled shakily breathing in sharply as you attempted to copy his exact positioning slowly raising your gun until it was eye level with you both your hands steadying the gun “like this?” You murmured nervously Rick moving to your side his hands grabbing onto your elbow slightly “tilt” he suggested calmly making you tilt your arm ever so slightly before he moved behind you resting your hands on your shoulders knowing the force of the gun was far too powerful sometimes. He kept his hands on your shoulders “focus…” he advised gently and you nodded focusing as hard as you could. You inhaled sharply lining up the gun more straight before pulling the trigger the bullet piercing through a walkers shoulder “good. You’re getting there.” Rick praised before he reached forwards grabbing onto your hands as he positioned your hands more correctly “just remember they’re dead. Okay?” He spoke almost as if reading your mind. Knowing that you were struggling with the fact that these were once human beings. Just like you and him. “But they…” you swallowed thickly not knowing how to describe it, Rick maintaining eye contact with you “look at it this way y/n…. They don’t feel anything. They only have one job and one job only. Successfully get the food they’re constantly searching for. It’s a cycle… a painful cycle. If you shoot them you’re putting them out of their misery right?” He was right and eventually you nodded. You still needed to detach the people from the actual walkers and whom they once were but that would be a learning curve. “Alright shoot.” He spoke and you took a deep breath before squinting your eyes and once steadying your hands you shot the gun the smell of gunpowder growing stronger but you didn’t mind. You watched as the bullet pierced into the dead’s skull as it collapsed to the ground,

“Good. Again.” He spoke. The sun was starting to set and Rick knew it wouldn’t be long before more walkers started arriving. You then lined up the gun again before shooting the bullet again successfully hitting the Walker square in the head. You continued doing this over and over again until the clouds had turned a deep orangey colour rain specs starting to fall upon you and him “you did great.” Rick spoke with a faint smile “you’re going to be a pro at this soon enough. Gonna put us to shame.” He murmured nudging you playfully and you couldn’t help but smile slightly “thank you… could we do this again tomorrow?” Rick nodded slightly “sure. I’ll get you up at 7 am sharp.” He spoke and you nodded smiling as you began walking back towards the main area of the prison with him. “After all practice makes perfect.” He chuckled out lightly you could tell that helping you practice had alleviated something off of his shoulders and mind… and the same was said for you.

You walked inside with him some people eating some food and others already sleeping “I’m going to go to my cell.” You murmured and Rick nodded “goodnight. Sleep well. If you need anything just shout.” He spoke and you nodded watching as he began walking away. “Rick..” you spoke, making him stop as he turned to look at you Judith being handed to him as he held onto her securely his free hand skilfully putting his gun back onto safety “thank you. Seriously. Uh… you saved a girls life.” You spoke, Rick looking slightly confused but appreciative. “I lost my people. To the walkers…. I was close to just waiting for another herd to come take me down… you and your people gave me a reason to live.” The look on ricks face was difficult to read but he looked grateful, happy and somewhat relieved all at once. “Glad you’re still with us, y/n.” He gave you a nod lips curling up into a small smile. “Go get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave you another curt nod before turning around tending to his daughter and you silently watched him before retreating back to your bunk a small sad smile forming on your lips— grateful for him and his people who had given you a reason to survive. You got into your bunk laying down as you began getting comfortable until you heard a slight creek before the familiar teenage boy was hanging over the top bunk “hey y/n” Carl spoke cowboy hat barely staying on and you smiled tiredly at him “hey.” He then disappeared momentarily before coming back continuing to dangle off the bed “don’t fall…” you warned with a tired smile and he only smiled holding out a red packeted chocolate bar for you to take. “Just in case you were hungry.” He spoke not letting up until you had taken it from him before he laid back down on the top bunk “thanks carl.” You spoke hearing the sound of pages turning and you smiled knowing he was reading his comic… what a thoughtful boy… a thoughtful group whom you didn’t deserve in the slightest. But you knew they’d continue over and over again giving you a reason to live.

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minmiin1d · 1 year

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Unhinged

#cant wait for the fucking fics #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #ministry of ungentlemanly warfare #ungentlemanly warfare #gus and the governor #guy ritchie

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sebsxphia · 9 months

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Thinking about wearing a sundress in governor abbot’s official office

omg omg omg you’d be RUINED 🥴

you come visit him at five in the afternoon. he’s no where near done with his day, but you wanted to pay him a special visit as a surprise for all of his recent hard work.

you’ve spent the day in the summer heat, in your sundress, and when you saunter into his office his eyes never leave your frame and his jaw is set firm. there’s a small sheen of sweat on your chest and you smell like fresh flowers.

it’s dizzying to rhett.

he’s had a day of back to back, ball ache meetings, and he’s got a couple more left. he needs a relief.

you can barely get out your sweet greeting before he lets out a grunt and has his large hands gripping onto your waist, lifting you to his desk and hiking up your dress.

“no fuckin’ panties? good girl. i’ve got fifteen till the next jackass comes in. you gon’ let your governor have his way with you?”

“yes, governor abbott.” you practically purr with a coy smile.

he’s all but growling against your neck as he ruts his hips into yours feverishly. he’s only set on his release right now, but you know he’ll take good care of you later.

“such a good fuckin’ girl for me, lettin’ your governor use my pretty cunt like this. gon’ treat y’ s’ good later, darlin’, promise.”

he’s so good to you like that.

eeeeek thank you so much for this fantastic thot my dear anon! 🥹💌

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #governor!rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott x f!reader #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott drabble #rhett abbott imagine #sebs masterlist

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waltermis · 7 months

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We don't talk about this look enough 😍😍

#scarlett johansson #governor awards #red carpet #2019 #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett x reader

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gulnarsultan · 9 months

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The Governor learns that you want to leave town.

(Gif is not mine. I found it on google.)

#yandere twd x reader #yandere twd #yandere the walking dead #yandere the walking dead x reader #the walking dead #yandere the governor #yandere the governor x reader #the governor #yandere philip blake x reader #yandere philip blake #philip blake

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thatrandomwriter · 1 year

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Gunshots

Merle Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, injury

Summary: Reader and Merle attempt to escape the prison after the Governor attacks, kinda fluffy.

The sounds of gunshots filled the air, along with the groans of the injured, indistinguishable from the sounds of walkers. The Governor’s attack was brutal and unexpected and we were barely surviving, the prison dwellers being picked off one by one as we desperately attempted to defend our lives. What had begun as a well organised, structured attack had soon devolved into chaos as walkers had entered the scene, and the Governor’s people intermingled with ours, making it hard to tell who to kill and who to defend. At this point, it was only possible for me to focus on two things - escaping with my life, and finding Merle.

I zigzagged through the courtyard, deliberately making myself as difficult a target as possible. Shots rang past my ears, and it was impossible to tell if they were aimed at me or at the walkers and other fighters littered around. A woman I didn’t recognise was running toward me. She hesitated but I didn’t, a swift shot to the forehead leaving her crumpled on the floor. There was no time to regret my actions, only to survive. A pair of walkers meandered my way and I grabbed the machete at my waist, stabbing them both in the head in quick succession; they weren’t worth wasting my bullets on.

Rounding a corner, I finally spotted the familiar face I had been looking for - Merle. He was crouched behind a table, reaching around to fire shots at any approaching walkers or the Governor’s people. Two had him pinned down, steadily advancing, but they were yet to see me. With three shots I had taken them out; my marksmanship wasn’t perfect, but three for two wasn’t half bad. Merle’s head snapped around to figure out who had fired on them, and his face broke out into a grin as soon as he recognised my face. I couldn’t help but smile back, despite the circumstances, my run slowing as I got closer. Merle and I hadn’t exactly had the relationship talk, but from the way we acted it was pretty clear to us and everyone else just how important we were to each-other. We spent every night and every waking moment together, and Daryl swore that this was the longest he’d seen Merle tolerate a woman for. Not that that was a major achievement considering Merle’s track record, but in my eyes it was a pretty significant win. For a second, he broke eye contact to fire at another walker, and the second he looked back I could tell that something was seriously wrong. His face dropped. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, looking to him in confusion. But then I felt it, a heavy, leaden sensation of immense pain in my side. I glanced down and saw hot, red blood seeping through my shirt, spreading far faster than seemed possible. Everything froze as Merle sprang towards me and scooped up my swaying body, half carrying me to behind the table. He set me down surprisingly gently, before leaning away and firing shot after shot, presumably at whoever had just shot me. Stars spun across the front of my eyes and the world tilted around me, Merle’s arm holding me upright the only thing that kept me grounded. He stopped shooting.

“You ain’t dying on my watch. I’m gonna getcha up, ‘n we’re gonna run for those trees right over there, okay?”

It took my swimming head a moment to process the words, but I managed a nod, sensing that that was what he was waiting for. He kissed me, rushed and over far too soon, before draping my arm over his shoulder and pulling both of us into a standing position. I didn’t even have a second to process the sickening pain throbbing even harder in my side before we started moving. I tripped and stumbled at every step, fighting the urge to drop to the floor, close my eyes and give in to the pain, but Merle kept me moving. I knew I was slowing him down. The only thing that stopped me from pulling away and telling him to go on without me was the tight arm around my waist, and the certainty that if I stopped, he would refuse to go on without me. He always had been stubborn. By some miracle we had almost made it to the trees, blurring together into a smear of brown and green. Somewhere in the distance I heard Merle call my name, but he was too far away. I finally let myself fall into darkness.

When I opened my eyes for the first time, pain was the only thing I could feel, like fire eating into my side. My head swirled. I couldn’t see, my vision entirely splotchy. I opened my mouth - to speak, to ask what was happening, to call for Merle or anyone who could hear me, but all that came out was a groan of pain.

“Hold still. You’re fine, you’re fine,” Merle’s voice was raspy. He repeated the last two words over and over. For a second, my eyes became clear enough to register the scene in front of me - Merle was crouched in front of me, hand dark with blood that must be mine. He wielded a needle. I squeezed my eyes shut again as I realised what he was about to do, failing to hold onto consciousness as the needle passed through my flesh.

When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I was aware of was the throbbing pain in my side. Dull, but ever-present. The second was Merle, his arm around my waist, resting carefully away from white bandages. There was a dark splotch in the middle, but it looked dry - I wasn’t bleeding any more. My head was resting on his chest. He breathed slowly - asleep I gathered, since we were surrounded by darkness, aside from the glowing embers of an almost dead fire. I turned towards him, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his lips. I felt his mouth twitch into a smile before he kissed me back, warm and familiar, gently wrapping his other arm around me so that I was completely surrounded by Merle.

“Don’t you ever do that shit again, you hear?” His voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat, attempting to play it off without appearing emotional. I let him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,”

“I ain’t joking. You try that again and I’ll kill ya myself,” Merle was tracing a soft line up and down my back with his good hand. Once upon a time, I would have believed him capable of killing me and getting a good nights sleep after. Now, I knew that he was full of shit.

“I won’t, I promise. What can I do to make you believe me?”

“I can think of a coupla things that might help,” The suggestive tone in his voice made me whack him on the shoulder. He chuckled, “You’ve put me through a lotta stress the past couple days, that’s all I’m sayin’,”

“Thanks for keeping me alive,” I said.

“I wasn’t just gonna leave ya,” Merle replied. I rested my head back onto his chest as his fingers continued their path up and down my back, my eyes becoming heavy again, but this time from sleep rather than as a result of my injury. My breathing slowed into a regular pace, matched by Merle’s, his chest rising and falling.

“I ain’t ever gonna leave ya,” he said, in a tone hushed enough that I believed he must have thought me asleep already. I let him believe that I was sleeping, keeping my breathing steady and not responding aloud, instead thinking,

‘I’ll never leave you, either.’

#oneshot #twd #the walking dead #merle dixon x reader #merle dixon #daryl dixon #reader insert #the governor #imagine #twd fanfiction

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venussss01 · 1 year

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i just started watching the walking dead because i seen a very good edit of carl and baby carl is so adorable. i literally cried when him and rick reunited and i never cry during shows or movies unless an animal dies, so that’s saying a lot. i definitely think i’ll be crying so much more for this show…

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update: i’m on season 3 episode 13 and bro the governor can suck my left toe. i hope someone smash’s his head in since andrea obviously can’t shoot him.

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update #2: HE’S DEADDD lol the governor is dead! i love that for him. anyways i’m almost done with season 4 episode 8 and it’s goin pretty good

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update #3: bro why is daryl and rick so fucking hot in season 5😫😫

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update #4: i wanna punch negan so fucking hard. why the fuck out of all people does he have to kill my boy glenn. like come on. there are like 5 other people he could’ve killed🙄

#twd x reader #the walking dead #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #rick grimes #lori grimes #twdedit #chandler riggs #governor #dead to me

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 1 year

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𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 24 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲! 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞!

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Safe travels! 🥂

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓!

I’ll start things off!

Save, thriving, and happy. I trust Aragorn with my life and he totally seems the type to stay cool during a trip like this. Looks like we’re travelling to 16th century Venice to scout the library and fall in love. Oh my gosh, imagine all the books!!! Was this intentional? Maybe, possibly...

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enaelyork · 8 months

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what are your headcanons for dating Tarkin?

Mouahaha that's crazy. Maybe i'm the only one to do this in tumblr but how it's possible that nobody thought about it before ?

✨Imperial ask are open ✨

✨MASTERLIST ✨

[DATING TARKIN - HEADCANON]

🌔It is not very easy to approach Tarkin. If you did, and there was interest in it, then you are part of the political elite. You are undoubtedly the daughter of a great politician or a renowned officer. You are something quite exceptional, combining cold beauty with great intelligence.

🌔He hates futility. You are not. There are probably other women before you who have tried to circle around him, but he saw nothing but pure interest and frivolity. The fact that you behaved with him the same way you would with anyone when you first met worked in your favor.

🌔Tarkin is a glacier. He will not show any gesture of affection towards you but will welcome yours without complaining. A simple caress on his cheek or the fact that you climb into his lap when he sits at his desk thinking could be enough to melt the ice.

🌔“I love you” is not part of his vocabulary. Not even a single tender nickname will come out of his mouth. Tarkin will show his affection by accepting your presence in times when he is isolated or by letting you take part in family rituals on Eriadu.

🌔Unmaterialistic, he does not see the point of offering you anything. However, if he does it – and it will always be for a useful reason – he will never offer it to you directly. He will arrange for the gift to be left in your room or delivered by a soldier. This prevents him from your outpourings of joy which he often finds disproportionate.

🌔He rarely accompanies you in public. Your meetings are often clandestine. In the shade of a candle in his private apartments where he has the best meals brought to him. Tarkin preserves his privacy and is aware that your relationship can have an impact on himself and the way he reacts. He considers you his main weakness.

🌔And that’s probably the best compliment we can give you.

🌔Tarkin can be jealous and possessive towards you. He might have a hard time seeing that other officers are lusting after you. Perhaps this idea will even end up convincing him that he must marry you, even if it means taking the risk of revealing his weak point to the entire galaxy.

🌔In principle, he is always right. You prefer to laugh about it because nothing can change his mind. You understood that each decision had to come from him to be accepted and you learned to use your charms to achieve your ends.

🌔It is difficult for him to comfort you when you are in distress. Tarkin excludes all forms of weakness, including when they come from you. He might sometimes be aggressive because he doesn't know how to deal with your pain. But quickly, he will make up for it by offering you a moment of relaxation somewhere or simply by staying by your side to encourage you to bravely face these trials.

🌔Don't expect him to apologize to you during an argument. He will do it in a deflected way by being softer with you. Maybe even in this kind of situation he could do something for you that would be akin to romance. But do not exaggerate, it will be nothing mushy.

🌔Contrary to what one might believe. Tarkin is extremely loyal to you. Loyalty is something that is close to his heart and in this area you are tied with the Emperor. He will never give in to the seductive parades of other women as long as he shares your life. Even if your relationship is secret.

🌔Although he lets you suppose otherwise, he takes into account what you say to him and criticizes him. You've caught him several times trying to work on some of his unpleasant attitudes just to please you. You don't have to try to thank him, for fear that he will get offended and turn away. But you found it adorable.

🌔He's a busy man. The little free time he has, he tries to spend with you. You are not safe from a furtive visit to your office or apartments. In these rushed moments, Tarkin can be very demonstrative, kissing you without even exchanging a word with you. The force of your frolics at these moments reveals that he is very upset.

🌔You often hear about Orson Krennic being blamed for almost all of his troubles. Moreover, you develop a deep hatred towards him and a touch of jealousy tickles you every time Tarkin mentions him. You have the impression that he obsesses him more than you and that is a valid reason to wish him dead.

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Begging for your Governor Rhett thoughts 😭

GOVERNOR ABBOTT HAS BEEN OCCUPYING MY MIND FOR DAYS!!!!

rhett didn’t want to be governor but he knew it’d help save the family ranch (hehe yellowstone vibes)

he’s not used to suits and ties and shaking hands with people he’d rather punch. but you’re with him every step of the way.

you help him write up bills and plans and itineraries. you fix his crooked tie and curly hair before dinners and balls.

you’re the perfect first lady, faking smiles and making conversation with representatives to really sell what rhett’s got planned.

when you visit his office on your lunch break, bringing him his favorite sandwich from the deli downtown, he has no other option than to thank you by eating you out over his desk.

late nights turn into make out sessions on the couch. his big leather chair is practically desecrated.

one day when you’re visiting him, you’re nearly caught on your knees with his dick in your mouth. thank god the desk has a front to it and rhett has more self control not to moan in front of his financial advisor.

governor abbott is so very sexy and i need him terribly

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a-moment-captured · 2 years

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Governors Ball 2022

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“gonna give your governor some pretty little babies? do your patriotic duty?

gonna let me fill you up till your round with our child? ”

-🗝

GIGGLES IN SLUT

DO YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY OH GOOD GOD

with rhett now a governor, he had to show the people that he was an all american man. he had the picture perfect ranch with white picket fences, you had a wedding that was covered by the local newspapers and now you had to provide the image of the wholesome, all american family.

as soon as rhett had you to himself after the wedding, he had your knees doubled over with your lacy, wedding white, lingerie set on full display. his aching cock was already buried deep inside of you, with his broad palms spread on your stomach and squeezing your flesh gently.

“gon’ let me fill you up till you’re round with our child, doll?”

you whined meekly and thrusted your hips closer to rhett to feel him full to the hilt.

“is that a yes, darlin’? gon’ give your governor some pretty little babies? do your patriotic duty?”

the tip of rhett’s cock was pressing unfathomably deep and all you could do was curse his name. rhett pinched one of your stiff nipples harshly to give you a warning.

“answer your governor when he’s talking to you. what’s your role?”

“fu-fuck…” you drawled out, rolling your hips against his. “my role is to give y-you children, governor. it’s my duty.”

“good girl. want you nice and swollen with me.”

omg thank you so much for this incredible thot my beloved anon! 💌

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i. all you had to do was stay (p.b)

It was three in the morning when you slipped over the walls. Your knees trembled and shook as you walked deeper into the wasteland. You refused to get too comfortable in Woodbury. You'd been on your own for a year before Merle found you. You wanted to stay, truly, but you knew you couldn't stay anymore. That you couldn't share a bed with the Governor. He's worse than the dead.

That was all that could be said. You hated even thinking it, of thinking that you'd fallen for a few little lies and a pretty face. With their rotting flesh and hunger for the living, you never thought anything could be worse. Now, you knew the truth. You carried a bag of food as you set out north, toward the prison. A second bag full of stuff for a baby. The only place you thought might be safe away from him. He didn't know that you knew as much as you did, didn't think you knew the kind of person he was. Over the last few days, you'd pushed Andrea in his direction, had told him you needed space with the way the world was. It was believable. Adjusting back to it all hadn't been easy for you.

He claimed to understand. Pretended he didn't have wandering eyes. The entire concept of morality has changed since the fall. What was once right wasn't anymore. It hadn't been important. So what if an affair had taken place? Billions of people, billions, were dead and they were never coming back.

We do what we have to to survive, you always told yourself. Survival is all that mattered now.

You didn't stop moving until you got there, dawn just peeking out of the skyline. You took the longer way, the way he wouldn't expect if he ever found out where you were. Andrea's friend was here, Michonne. you reasoned, hoping it would mean something. Or, you hoped the old saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, still meant something. Whether it be the Governor or the roamers, there were countless enemies around you.

The one you imagined to be Rick stormed to the front of the gates, holding his gun against your forehead. You wondered who let him know you were there. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You threw him the second bag you carried, formula and diapers inside. Andrea mentioned a baby. His baby. "I'm here with a peace offering. That, and a request for sanctuary,"

Rick scoffed, looking through it. "And I should trust you why? Give me one good reason I shouldn't put a bullet in your brain,"

"I spent a year on the road, living in hundreds of different houses. Do you know how many people hid supplies and died before they could come back for them? How if you look at the right place, you can find medicine, food, weapons, and water?"

"And you just left it?"

"For the most part. I knew I would need it later. I can help you get it, and let you keep most of it. I'll be gone soon. I just need to hide for a little while,"

Rick rubbed his temples. "How do I know this isn't some trick? That the Governor didn't put you up to this?" You shrugged, watching as one of the roamers that crept closer was shot down with an arrow. You didn't see where it came from. It made you fidget with your gun. "Then say no and do it quick before more of them come. If you won't let me hide here, then I need to find somewhere else before he realizes I'm gone,"

You knew how it looked. The meeting had only taken place the day before. "Why would he care? Are you two together?"

You gave a soft laugh. "Hardly. Though, he might think so. But, then again, I am pregnant with his child," You needed a place to try to get rid of it. You couldn't exactly perform an abortion in the woods with a dirty bra wire and live.

Rick rubbed his head. "Fine. Fine. But if you even try to pull anything, and I mean anything, I will kill you. If I even think you're going to, I'm going to put you down. Do you understand me?"

"Loud and clear, Officer Friendly,"

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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Political Opponents (Will Conway x F!Reader)

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Requested by @bewitchedignition : Enemies AND lovers with Will Conway, pretty please! Reader is his rival candidate and hates his guts, but they end up fucking during a meeting 😏

Author's Note: and so the Will Conway Brain Rot continues. Reader has a last name

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, hate fucking??, dirty talk, language

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The door softly clicks shut, followed by the turning of the deadbolt, causing Will to look up from his notes, only to see you standing in front of him as he takes in your appearance: black heels accentuate long legs - legs he wants to be between - as the navy blue dress clings to your figure, showing off your ample curves. Making his way up, he looks at your face, pristine makeup covering every blemish, though if he’s being honest with himself, he prefers to see the makeup messy, especially after a fuck session where he loves to see your droopy eyes and mascara running down your face.

“Conway.”

“Wasenius. Would say it’s nice to see you, but that would be a lie.”

“Not what you were saying last week.” You take a seat across from him, crossing your legs and not missing the way his eyes briefly flicker down. “Is there a reason I’m here, governor?”

Will unclasps his suit jacket and shucks it off before standing, making his way over to you. “I have a preposition.”

Your eyebrow raises as you lean back into your chair. Knowing your opponent, it’s either sex or more sex. “What is it, Will?”

Will smirks, taking a seat on the table and looks down at you. “Drop out and be my running mate.”

You scoff at his idea, standing up in front of him. “No, you should drop out and become a comedian because you’re hilarious if you think I’m going to drop out to join your campaign as VP.” Will lets out a little huff as his hands reach out only to pull you in between his legs, his breath fanning across your face.

“Think about it, Was. We’d be unstoppable,” he muses, burying his head into your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, causing your eyes to flutter shut while you subconsciously tilt your head to the side allowing him better access to your neck as he smirks against your skin. “Plus, imagine all the hot,” his lips trail upwards toward your ear, “nasty,” he tugs your earlobe between his teeth, knowing how weak it makes you, “sex we could have.”

You pull away and note that his pupils are completely dilated, filled with lust. “Why do I have to be your running mate, why can’t you be mine?”

Will lets out a hearty laugh, echoing in the small room as you roll your eyes at what he finds funny but you don’t make a move to get out of his grasp. “As if they would ever vote for a female president. You know as well as I do that would never happen. Plus, Underwood has Claire running with him, so I should have a female too.”

“You’re a dick, Will.” You make a move to pull away but his nails dig into your hips and keep you in place.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going? We haven’t had our diplomatic session.”

“Have your diplomatic session by yourself.” You turn out of his grasp only for him to pull you back in and place his lips against yours and despite your brain protesting, your body automatically melts against his. You honestly don’t know when the two of you started fucking. Despite him being your opponent for the primaries, you can’t help but to be completely infatuated with the Governor from New York. In either case, maybe whatever the two of you have between each other started in law school, or maybe even in highschool before you had to move away.

“See, knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me. Women can never resist me,” he smirks between kisses, hands moving down your sides until they rest on the hem of your dress, slowly inching the fabric up your legs.

“Y’know, if I didn’t need dick so bad, I would be able to resist you. But at least you’re useful for something.” Your comment causes Will to growl before he’s swinging you around so you’re pressing against the table.

“I should put that mouth to use. We all know how much you like sucking my dick.” His hand reaches back and unzips your dress, letting the fabric fall to the floor as your deft fingers unbuckle his belt and unzipping his trousers before reaching in and palming the length of him.

“Maybe you should save your cockiness for when you actually impress me.” Although your words and his words are meant to hurt each other, neither set of hands actually stops undressing each other.

“I’m going to make you eat your words.” Without another thought, Will grabs ahold of his cock and pushes into you, a loud moan ripping through your throat. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, speechless.”

The governor doesn’t waste time pounding into you, the table squeaking underneath your shared weight as you claw at his back, polished ruby red nails digging into his skin as his teeth graze just below your ear lobe. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you draw him in closer as his cologne encompasses you. One thing you can say about Will Conway is that he knows how to drive a woman crazy. “Will.” You whimper, a hand pulling at tufts of hair at the nape of his neck as his arms wrap around you, holding you close to him. Another thing you can say about Will Conway is that he is a good fuck.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His lips find yours with ease as the two of you mold together, hips meeting each other. How can this feel so right despite it being so wrong? You hate him. He’s your opponent. Your enemy. But at the same time, you care deeply for him, hell, maybe even love him, but you’re pretty sure you’d rather be dead than for him to know that. A hand reaching between your bodies stirs you from your thoughts as you peer down, watching his talented fingers manipulate you with ease, causing you to squirm in his grasp as your eyes flutter shut, allowing Will to take a good look at you. He had honestly never expected you to be as much of a challenge as you are, nor would he ever expect to fall in love with you.

Burying his head between the junction of your shoulder and neck, he lets himself get lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him. The softness of your skin, a soft honeysuckle scent, and the warmth of your body ignites a fire deep within Conway that has his hips faltering.

Noticing his nearing orgasm, you think of what you could say. You could say ‘Already Conway? That wasn’t very impressive.’ Or you could say ‘Leaving me unsatisfied again.’ But you don’t. “Make me yours, Conway. Cum in me.” Will grunts immediately, his seed shooting hot and deep inside you as you replace his hand on your clit with your own, rubbing in small tight circles before you’re clenching around him, stars illuminating behind your eyes as you release a moan, not really caring if anybody outside can hear you.

After a minute of panting into each other’s ears, Conway finally pulls out as his seed follows, dripping down onto the carpet below as he offers you a hand off the table, an easy silence falling over the two of you. This is the way it always is. Both of you talk big game, jab holes in each other, have amazing sex, and then nothing. Quietly getting dressed, the two of you spare glances at each other, neither wanting to say a word, not knowing what would come out. A shrill cry of a phone breaks the silence and Conway is quick to fish it out of his suit pocket before moving over to the corner of the room. “Conway… I’m with her… Arguing as normal… Are you fucking kidding me? You know what? Never mind.” Will slams his phone shut, knuckles turning white as he collects his breath, causing you to look at him in concern.

“What is it?”

“You won. You’re the Rep’s selection.” You break out into a grin, ready to jump for joy but seeing the sheer heartbreak on Will’s face is enough to stall you.

“Well, it was a race well run.” You extend your hand but he shakes his head, turning away from you to hide the tears of anger and frustration that threaten to spill. Sighing, you walk up next to him and loop your fingers with his, head resting on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Will. If it’s any condolences, I’ll win the election. I’ll make sure the Underwoods lose so badly, they’ll never show their face again.” Will lets out a little huff in amusement, turning his head towards you. He wants to ask if you’ll take him with you, make him your running mate, but he honestly would rather die than grovel to you. “But, think about it. Now, we can have sex whenever and wherever we want., without judgement.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” You smirk, grabbing your things and heading toward the exit.

“I’m not the one who’s going to be hard. Call me when you need me.” And with that, you walk out the door as the Republican’s candidate choice and Will is left with nothing. Well, he could have something.

“(Y/N), wait!”

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