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xtrashmammalstefx · 15 days

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Chaos Monster & Her English Gent (A Callum Turner x Reader Smut)

Warnings: Smut, language, kiddos under 18 do not interact!

Notes: When I said I've become a total slut for this man and his bf Austin I wasn't fucking around. Lemme know if y'all want an Austin smut/sequel because I totes have some ideas I think you'll like.

Looking back I don’t think any of us expected this to happened. I certainly didn’t and I was the one who had the most to lose if things had gone sour rather than go the way they did.

I’m getting ahead of myself though so I’ll just start where this whole mess began: the first time I visited Austin on the Masters of the Air set. I’d sneaked up behind Austin, my best friend for life and possibly longer, as he was talking to a rather handsome man with the most unimaginably contagious smile. I put my finger to my lips once he’d seen me and jumped onto Austin’s back. “’Sup Elvis!”

“PRISCILLA?! FUCK!” Austin turned and scooped me up. “YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME BABE!”

I laughed and squeezed him back. “Well that’s what you get for taking for fucking ever to return my texts you ass!”

“Sorry ‘bout that sweetheart but duty called a hell lot more than I thought it would,” he said once I was back on the ground. “Oh,” he turned back to the smiling man. “By the way, Callum this is my best girl, Y/N, Y/N this is my new best friend Callum.”

“Nice to meet you my handsome replacement,” I said.

Callum smiled nearly bringing out a giggle from deep inside me. Fuck, he is good. “Pleasure’s all mine love, and I am definitely not replacing you. You’re more beautiful than I will ever be.”

Struck dumb by his buttery smooth British accent and killer icebreaker I turned to Austin. “He is a hell of a keeper.”

“Yeah I think so too,” Austin laughed. “So how long are you staying?”

“I’ve taken a week off work so I’m gonna be yours until about Sunday,” I said.

“Oh sweet. Can’t wait to show you off to the rest of the boys, they’re gonna love you,” Austin said as we started towards a couple other guys in period attire.

“Only until they get to know me,” I said. “Let’s see how they react once they see the true chaos monster you know and love.”

“Well, this is gonna be a right interesting week,” Callum said walking on the other side of me.

Of course he wasn’t wrong about that. The next few days were filled with me and Austin being a chaotic duo in front of his cast mates who were also quite chaotic themselves. I’m not sure how or when it started happening but whenever Austin was away either in costume or make-up, Callum and I started to talk. Barry would sometimes be there but most of the time it was just us.

“I’m really gonna miss having you around,” Callum said two days before I was due to leave. We were in his trailer. Austin was busy talking with his manager so I figured I’d bug Callum for a bit. He was changing out of his costume and into civilian wear while I hung out in his make up chair.

“You act as if you don’t have my number and social medias,” I said. “I’m heading home, not dying.”

“Well, talking with you on a phone or in DM’s isn’t exactly the same as having you here,” Callum continued.

“What can you possibly say that can’t be said over the phone?”

“It’s not what I wish to say but rather what I wish to do that can’t be done over a phone call,” he said starting towards me wearing nothing but his boxer briefs which left little to nothing to the imagination.

“And what exactly is it that you wish to do good sir?”

He smirked and started leaning down. “This,” his lips connected with mine. His plump lips were soft and warm as he kissed me. It wasn’t enough to send me off the edge and before I knew it I had my arms around him letting him carry me to the small couch. Once there he pulled back and brought his lips down to my neck. As he left what I was sure was gonna be a massive hickey I reached down and started palming him through his underwear. He groaned at the feeling, his body trembling on top of mine.

“I’m a bit overdressed don’t you think?” I breathed. He smiled and sat up. I reached down and lifted my shirt over my head. He took it from me and tossed it to the side before reaching for the zipper and button on my pants. Not even a minute later I was fully bare in front of him.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he whispered pecking me on the mouth. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” As he started to kiss me again I nudged at his briefs, doing my best to get them off. Callum got the hint though and pulled them off tossing them with my clothes. I think he could see how big my eyes got at the sight of him for he chuckled softly and said, “Like what you see, darling?”

I had no idea how to answer. If I’d though he was big when flaccid it was nothing compared to how endowed he was when he was hard.

I looked from his crotch up to his face as he continued to look at me quizzically with that smile that didn’t seem to go away. “C’mere,” I said moving from the couch to the floor beside it. He laid himself on top of me sending a shiver through me as his dick brushed my folds, ghosting my entrance. He reached down, gave himself a tug and placed himself there.

“Okay, love?” he asked. I nodded and just like that he was inside me. I clung to him as my body got use to the stretch. Callum cussed a rainbow of curse words in my ear as I enveloped him. His thrusting began soon after.

Turns out Callum is a gentleman in every sense of the word. He kept his movements slow at first, not daring to go faster or harder without my say so. Once the stinging subsided I brought my mouth to his, kissing him harder before telling him, “Harder… I need you to go harder.” With that he picked up the pace, almost slamming completely into me. “FUCK!”

“You’re taking me so well darling, fuck!!” He took me into his arms and slowly lifted me up, still thrusting into me. I held onto him moving up and down as he sat back. I rode him like that for a while until he lied completely back, putting me in charge for a bit.

As I moved my body conscious of the fact that I could see a small bump pulsating in my lower stomach, Callum reached down and started rubbing me with his long fingers. I bit back a scream at the feeling but let him keep playing with clit. It made me feel alive in a way I couldn’t put into words and before I knew it I was riding him like my life depended on it.

We continued like that until I began to feel the pressure build up inside me. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“It’s alright, darling, just...just let go on my cock,” he said grabbing my ass and slamming me harder on his length. The pressure continued to grow more intense, until finally I was screaming and tightening around him. As I remained clamped down on his length Callum wrapped his arms around me and flipped us back over so that he was on top.

He continued to thrust as I came down from the most mind boggling orgasm of my life. I was still seeing stars when Callum’s thrusts became sloppy. Suddenly the gentle boy I’d been falling for became beastly, almost roaring as he twitched inside me, filling me up until there wasn’t a single drop left in him.

My body was still shaking, my cunt throbbing, as he pulled out and collapsed beside me.

“That was… incredible...magical even…”

“It was the best damn shag of my life,” Callum said breathless making me giggle. I turned my body to face him and cringed at the soreness between my legs. “You alright love?”

“Mentally and emotionally speaking I’m fucking great,” I said. “Physically speaking...fuck… Callum, I love you with every fiber of my being and will gladly do this again and again with you but god damn I think you just about broke me in half.”

He laughed at that and kissed my now swollen lips. “So, you agree then? To be my girlfriend I mean.”

I looked up at him and smiled. “I’m pretty sure I’m more than that. I mean, I did just say I love you, and lord knows those are words I don’t say to just anybody.”

“Just to the lad who shags your brains out?” I slapped him playfully on his chest. “Only joking darling. I love you too, and I don’t say those words to just anybody either.”

“Just to the girl that rode you and milked you for every last drop of cum in your body?”

“Actually, I believe I just said them to the girl I want to marry.”

“Quite the fast one aren’t you?”

“Only when I know deep down in my bloody heart and bones that I don’t want to do this with anyone else,” he said.

“Alright, but there’s something we gotta do first… Something pretty damn risky.” He looked at me questioningly.

“And that is?”

I looked up and smiled nervously. “We gotta tell Austin.”

“OH FUCK!”

#callum turner #smut #callum turner x reader #austin butler

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xtrashmammalstefx · 3 months

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Okay so I've become a SLUT for Austin Butler and Callum Turner and I am NOT OKAY!!!

Like I seriously had plans for fics about other men but God fucking dammit if my mind isn't stuck on these two fuckos!!

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS☝🏻

AND THIS!! ☝🏻

THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THE TWO!! WHO TOLD THEM SMILING AT US LIKE THAT WAS OKAY?! LIKE EXCUSE ME SIRS I DID NOT ASK TO BE MURDERED THIS WAY!!!

And don't even get me started on their fucking bodies is2g!! *SCREAMS INTO PILLOW *

Anyway do not be surprised if my next posts are nothing but smut and/or fluff with these two. I seriously can't even thinking of writing about anyone else rn.

And if y'all have requests: PLEASE BY ALL MEANS ASK ME!

Thank you for coming to my severely horny TEDTalk. 🥵😍💦🩷🩷

#austin butler #callum turner #thirsty #fangirl

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xtrashmammalstefx · 3 months

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Pobre Hermosa (A Fanboy x Plus Size Latina Reader x Hangman SMUT!)

Warnings: SMUT, LANGUAGE

Translations: Title- Poor Beauty, Hijo de la...- Son of a..., HIJO DE LA CHINGADA!- SON OF A FUCK!, Perdoname querida- Sorry sweetheart, Lo sentiste?- Did you feel it?, Lo sentí- I felt it, Que hermosa- how beautiful, Te gusta?- Do you like it?, Lo quieres?- Do you want it?, El infierno de amor- The fire of love, Te amo- I love you, Que?- What?, Te amo tambien- I love you too, QUE CHINGADO HACES?- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?, No estoy enohada contigo, pero tengo que hablar con mi pendejo de hijo- I'm not mad at you but I need to have a word with my fucking idiot of a son, Que pasa?- What's up?, Mi vida- My life.

Notes: Never has writing a smut been so damn difficult simply cuz like the whore I am I'm thirsting over more than one man in the same movie. Nevertheless I finally got this shit done, and now that my creative muscle is working again I plan on posting more, including a possible New Years Resolution post but that is still up in the air for now. Anyway, enjoy!

Many people believe that perfection is only a concept of ones mind. That what’s perfect to you may not be perfect to others. I think whoever first came up with that clearly never met Mickey. Or maybe they did and only managed to see him as he saw himself. A man that always needs to work hard to be acceptable to others. The thing that bugged the absolute hell out of me and that I desperately wished he’d stop doing. I just want him see himself as I do… as I always have.

We were sixteen the first time it became a real problem.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he looked at me in horror when I showed up on his doorstep with a cut on the corner of my forehead.

“Dexter threw a rock at my head,” I said. Dexter was our school’s biggest slease bag. He’d pick a girl and obsess over her until she finally caved and gave him what he wanted. This weeks girl just so happened to be me. I wasn’t caving in though, never in hell, and he was fucking hating it. So much so that when I passed him and his goons on the way to Mickey’s and didn’t give him any sort of attention, he called my name and threw a golf ball sized rock at my head as soon as I (stupidly) turned.

“Hijo de la… come on in,” Mickey stepped aside and I brushed passed him. I shrugged off my hoodie and hung it in the small closet. I had just started making my way to the kitchen for some ice when Mickey grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. “On the counter hermosa.” He said as he dug out the first aid kit from under the sink. I hopped onto the counter next to the sink.

“Where’s mama? And Papi?”

“Mama’s visiting a friend, and Papi got called in to work overtime.” Mickey explained as he dug out a bandage and disinfectant from the kit. He dabbed some of the disinfectant onto a cotton ball. “Now hold still, this might sting a bit.”

Sure enough the second the cotton ball touched the cut a fierce burn shot through me. “HIJO DE LA CHINGADA!” Mickey chuckled, and blew on it.

“Perdoname querida but I did warn you,” he whispered placing the bandage on my head. He then leaned in and kissed it. “Better?”

I nodded. “Thanks.” I pecked him on the cheek… or at least I would have had he not turned his head just right to throw the cotton ball and bandage wrapper into the nearby trash. My lips crash into his stunning both of us. We jolted back as if struck by a spark of electricity. “Uh...sorry I-I didn’t mean to―.”

“Lo sentiste?” he asked. I looked at him confused. “Did you feel it?” He asked again kneeling closer to me. I nodded somehow knowing what he meant.

“Lo sentí,” I whispered. “Lo sentí.” His lips found mine again, only this time...we didn’t stop.

Up until then I’d been a virgin, and so had Mickey as far as I knew. He continued to kiss me passionately as our hands began to explore each other. Mickey wasn’t completely ripped from head-to-toe just yet but his body was still pretty solid and smooth as I snaked my hand up his shirt. He groaned and trembled before shrugging off his shirt. I brought my lips to his chest and kissed the skin above his heart. After a while he placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me back. I looked up at him completely drunk off both of our energy. He brought his hands down to the hem of my Selena tank top. I lifted my arms and let him take it off. He kissed me hard and snaked his arms around me to unhook my bra. I’d never been so exposed to him before.

“Que hermosa,” Mickey whispered before taking one of my breasts into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked on and played with my nipple. I tangled my fingers into his dark curls and began to grind my body against his. The fire inside us grew hotter with no end in sight. Suddenly very eager I reached down and undid the button on my shorts. Mickey unzipped them and pulled them off of me, tossing them aside. His joined them soon after and dios mio was the sight stunning. “Te gusta?” He asked catching me eyeing his size.

Aesthetic wise he was pleasing to look at. Shaved, smooth, and just a little darker than his skin. His length and width were enough to make my mouth water. I looked up at him and nodded bringing my lips back to his.

I could feel him brush against me and it send a tremble through my body. Mickey felt this and pulled back. “Lo quieres?” I nodded again loving the feeling of him just rubbing against me. Mickey licked his lips and reached down lining himself up with my entrance. I didn’t know how my body would react to him but as soon as he began to stretch me I clung on to him… It was as if my body needed him, and the fire within it only grew more and more uncontrollable. El infierno de amor, I thought to myself and even now still fight back a laugh at how much like a telenovella it sounds.

Mickey wrapped his arms around me and held me close as he started thrusting. The feeling of Mickey slipping in and out of me was something I knew my body and soul would never forget.

Time didn’t exist in that bathroom. At least not while we were together. No, for the longest time it was just us, our moans, our heartbeats, our kisses, and the drumming our skin coming together. The fire continued to burn, tensing up my core until, eventually… I screamed, my toes curled, my back arched, and I could feel myself tighten around him. A moment later my head fell against his shoulder as my body began to relax. Mickey continued to move until he tensed up and cursing at the top of his lungs, erupted inside me. He dropped his head to my shoulder as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Te amo,” he muttered.

“Que?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“Te amo,” he said.

“Te amo tambien,” I said and was about to lean in for another kiss when…

“MICKEY GARCIA QUE CHINGADO HACES?!” His mom was standing in the doorway looking way beyond pissed. We broke apart then and rushed back into our clothes.

“Amá I can explain,” Mickey started.

“I am so so sorry Mama,” I jumped in ready to get down on my knees to beg for forgiveness before she could whip out the chancla. Mama threw her hands up to shut us up.

“Y/N, please go home, no estoy enohada contigo, pero tengo que hablar con mi pendejo de hijo.” When mama starts ranting in spanish that was usually the cue for me (or anyone really) to get the fuck out and dodge.

“Okay,” I turned to Mickey. “Um, see you at school.”

I left and spent the rest of the day in a daze.

The next day I met up with him in the hallway. I was still on cloud nine (and slightly sore) and I thought he might be too, but when I saw his face something felt...off. “Hey.”

“Um, hey,” he said nervously.

“I hope mama didn’t chew out too bad,” I said trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m actually grounded for a week and Papi wound up giving me the talk.” I cringed so hard for him.

“I am so so sorry Mickey,” I said.

“It’s not entirely your fault,” he said. Still I took his hand in mine and started to reach up for a kiss when he pulled away. “Um, we’re about to be late and I really don’t wanna add detention to my list of punishments.”

“Uh, okay,” I said and watched dumbfounded as he bolted away from me. “The fuck just happened?” I asked myself… Years passed and I still didn’t have an answer.

We never kissed after that, much less make love. For some reason Mickey acted as though nothing had ever happened between us. Like we were still just the two best friends we’d been before. It killed me but eventually I was fine with just having him in my life.

After high school Mickey joined the Navy. To calm his mom and dad I went and stayed with him while he got settled in at the academy. I was supposed to go to school in Phoenix but both Mickey and I found it was impossible to say goodbye and (much to the chagrin of my parents) I wound up staying with Mickey for good and watched as he busted his ass in the academy and then graduated from Top Gun training.

Eventually he got grouped with other pilots who quickly became our second family.

“Oh fuck me!” Jake exclaimed the second I removed my towel. Everyone was gathered on the beach for an impromptu football game. They had a hell of a mission ahead of them and their leader, Maverick, felt they needed a moment of fun.

“Is there a problem Hangman?” I asked.

“Oh not at all,” He said smiling his infectious cocky cock smile.

“Then why the drool?” I teased.

“You, my darling, are one hot piece of ass,” he said. “Fanboy your girlfriend’s a hottie! God damn!”

“Easy there Hangman, her bite is way more scary than her bark,” Mickey said.

“Oh you can bite me any time, darling,” Jake said with a wink before tossing Maverick the ball. I rolled my eyes and went to join my team.

The game started off as cheesy as it possibly could with the guys doing what they do best… being guys. At least Mickey did his best to cover my ass when someone would throw me the ball. At one point he managed to do it too well.

“Oh shit!” He lost his balance as he tried (and failed) run backwards to cover me. Before I could react he was crashing into me knocking us both to the ground. “Oof!” The wind was knocked out of both of us but not too severely. “You okay hermosa?”

I nodded. “I’m okay, you?” He continued to look at me concerned.

“I’m fine.”

“Good,” I reached up and pecked him on the lips, ‘cause we just won this bitch!”

I sat up and held the ball up making my team hoot and holler in victory. Each of my team mates gave me a victory hug before I finally turned to Mickey. I wrapped my arms around him but like he did back then he tensed up. He hugged me quickly then walked away towards the cooler full of beer. I actually felt an ache in my chest, and for a while I didn’t think anyone noticed.

“The fuck was that?” Jake asked now standing beside me.

“The fuck was what?”

“Fanboy normally treats you like you’re his world, and then you give him a sweet little peck and he acts as though you just insulted his mother.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” I muttered.

“Seriously?” Jake arched his eyebrow at me incredulously. A tear slid down my cheek and I knew it was time to go. I wiped the tear away and went to get my things. “Where you going?”

“Somewhere less crowded,” I said starting towards the beach exit. Mickey had driven us that day so I had no choice but to walk; thankfully walking tended to clear my mind. I had just reached our street when my phone buzzed.

Mickey: Hey where u at?

Feeling my throat close up I ignored the text and shoved my phone back into my shorts pocket. That’s when a familiar car pulled up beside me. “Need a ride?” Jake asked poking his head out of the drivers side window.

“Our place is just a couple houses down,” I said.

“I know but I was thinking of taking you somewhere better,” he said.

“Better than my bedroom with a plate of enchiladas and cookie dough ice cream?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah, way better,” he smiled. The scene at the beach replayed itself in my head and the ache started coming back. I sighed and shrugged before going around and hopping into the passenger seat.

He drove us passed my neighborhood and to Jorge’s Carneceria. I thought we were going to go in but Jake just made a b-line for the drivethru. “I’ll have a carne asada burrito, a plate of roll-tacos, a large coke, and uh,” Jake turned to me. “What would like babe?”

“I’ll have the chicken enchiladas and a large Dr. Pepper,” I told the intercom.

“Will that be all?” The worker asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said. Once we collected our food Jake drove on until we reached a small house at the end of a culdesac. “Home sweet home.”

“Your place? That’s the somewhere better?”

“Have faith sweetheart,” Jake smiled leading the way inside. We ate in silence while marathoning The Haunting of Hill House (Jake let me pick). It was easy being with Jake, almost too easy.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I blurted out during the third episode. “I mean you’ve never acknowledged me before except to annoy or joke around.” Jake paused the show and sighed.

“Honestly? I fucking hate it when a beautiful, obvious kind, woman is treated like shit. Even moreso when it’s for no fucking reason, and it leads to said woman feeling the need to hide away from everybody.”

“I, I wasn’t hiding from...and I am nowhere close to being beautiful—.”

“Bullshit, Y/N,” Jake said. “You are one of the hottest chicks on this base. Look at you.” I felt my face warm up as my arms reflexibly folded to cover my stomach and thighs. “And you’re so kind and sweet it makes you even more gorgeous. Any man would be lucky as hell to be with you and I, honestly, can’t believe Fanboy is being such a fucking idiot and taking all of that for granted.”

I rolled my eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls on base.”

“No, I don’t. Not even to Phoenix but that’s mostly because either she or Rooster can shoot me out of the air at any given moment and uh, I’d rather live thank you very much.” I chuckled at that and resumed the show.

Finally the sun dipped down completely letting night take over. I still wasn’t sure I was ready to go home though. I think my face might have betrayed me and showed that doubt to Jake. “You know you can stay the night if you want. Give you more time to decompress and cool down before facing the jackass tomorrow morning.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna impose…?”

“None of that now, you are more than welcome darling,” Jake said before standing up and stretching his arms out before turning back to me. “Um I’m gonna head to the shower real quick we can set you up when I’m done.”

“Okay,” I said watching him disappear down the hall. Not even a second later a familiar ringtone played gently from my phone.

No te has ido de mi vida, vida mía, pero ya te extraño

Quién diría, nadie lo creía, y ya vamos pa' un año

De solo pensar en perderte

Las milésimas se vuelven horas

Contigo yo me voy a muerte

Y mucho más cuando estamos a solas

Cuando nos falle la memoria y solo queden las fotografías

Que se me olvide todo menos que tú eres mía

I sighed and answered. “Que pasa?”

“Where are you? I’ve been going loco texting you but you never replied.” Mickey said sounding like he’d been about to call the police had I not answered.

“Having a Netflix night with a friend,” I said. “Is that all?”

“No, how come you disappeared earlier? We were all about to go for a drink at the Hard Deck but when I looked around you were gone.”

“And how long did it take you to notice?” Mickey sighed.

“Look I know I was kind of cold earlier,” he said.

“You’re cold every time I try to come near you, Mickey. Every time I wanna hold your hand, give you a hug, hell even when I give you a simple kiss! You, you push me away. I mean… Am I doing something wrong? Do you… do you regret that day we had in the bathroom or..?”

“I’m sorry I made you feel like this is your fault when it was actually mine. I don’t regret that day, or any day I’ve spent with you… Remember when I said my dad gave me the talk?”

“Yeah?”

“Well it wasn’t just that talk. He also lectured me about my future, and the Navy. How he’d seen many a soldier find someone, plan a future… only for it all to go to hell because the soldier came back in a box. He told me he didn’t want me to be that selfish… that now wasn’t the time to be thinking of relationships like that. And then yesterday when I called home, he reminded me of that. Said that I should only be focusing on the mission.” He explained.

“Your dad is an ass but I kind of understand. Still did it really require you to be such a dick to me?”

“I thought I was protecting you. Keeping you from possibly getting hurt if I… didn’t make it back.” He chuckled. “I was stupid. I figured this way you had more of a chance to find someone else, and live the life you would’ve if you’d gone to college. You know take risks and all that. But I know better now.” Tears slid down my cheeks then. “Te amo, Y/N.”

“I love you too but you can’t keep doing this,” I said. “You can’t keep pushing me away because it doesn’t fucking matter if you’re my best friend, boyfriend, or whatever. If you don’t come home, it will destroy me.”

“Will you please come home, hermosa?”

“I will tomorrow. For now I think we both need time to cool off and think things through.”

“Okay,” he said. “Goodnight, hermosa.”

“Night mi vida,” I whispered before hanging up the phone. I replayed the whole conversation in my head and the more I did the more crazy it made me feel. The more crazy I felt the more I doubted, and the more I doubted the more I stressed, and the more I stressed… the more my inhibitions are tossed to the wind, my right mind going with them.

He wanted me to have a chance… to take risks...I’ll show him fucking risks.

I tossed my phone onto the coffee table and started down the hall to the bathroom. I walked in and started to strip. “Y/N? That you?” I didn’t answer just finished getting undressed. Feeling a wave of a much different fire I drew back the curtain and stepped in. “WHOA WHAT THE FU—?” I crashed my lips onto his shutting him up. Jake froze but I continued to kiss him as I reached down. I’d barely wrapped my hand around his length when he pulled back. “You sure about this?” I nodded and began stroking him up and down. “Fuck…” he groaned. “Wu-What about Fanboy?”

“He wanted me to be free to do what I want with whoever I want, and right now I want you.” Precum started leaking from his tip as he grew more and more solid beneath my touch. “Besides how long has it been for you? How long has it been since someone’s stroke your cock this way?”

He moaned. “Way too fucking long, darling.”

“So what more do you want?” He didn’t answer me. Just leaned in and pressed his lips hungrily against mine as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up against the shower wall. His hand slid up my body and cupped my breast as his lips moved to my neck. I moaned at the feeling, which Jake took to mean he was able to go further. He reached down and lined himself up with my entrance.

“By the way I wasn’t joking when I said you could bite me anytime,” he said before pushing himself inside me.

“FUCK!” I screamed and clung onto him as he continued to stretch me.

“God you feel fucking incredible darling,” he said as he began to thrust. “Can’t believe that dumb fucker said no to this. Fuck!”

“Can’t believe I went this long without dick,” I added as he continued to slam into me. “If he keeps this up you might just have to fuck me more often.”

“Gladly,” Jake smiled reaching to turn the water off. He carried me to his room, his cock still buried inside me. Once he laid me on the bed he continued where he’d left off. I reached around and grabbed his ass making him thrust even harder in me. He leaned down and kissed me once more, his tongue exploring my mouth. After a while he flipped us over and I began to aggressively slide up and down his cock. Jake closed his eyes and let out the most arousing noises escape his mouth. I rode him on my own for a bit before he grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me. Now it was my turn to make noise.

“OH SHIT!!!” I damn near screamed as the slapping noise of our skin increased as well as the feeling of tension in my core.

With Mickey and me the flame had the heat of a candle and spread like a fire through a house, but with Jake… it was like the inside of a volcano right before it erupts.

“Fuck darling, I don’t know how much longer I can, oh fuck.”

We flipped again and he rammed into me like his life depended on it. “Fuck Jake I’m gonna cum!”

“It’s okay darling. Just let go for me, fuck!” I felt myself tighten around him as a stream of obscenities left my mouth, and my back arched. I was still in a daze when Jake groaned. “Fuck I’m cumming. OH FUCK!” He twitched inside me and I could feeling him shooting everything in there.

Finally he collapsed beside me breathless. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I think I’m actually seeing stars,” I said and winced as I shifted my body to face him. “And I think I’m gonna have a hard time walking tomorrow.”

“Fanboy never did that did he?”

“What? Fuck me to paralysis? Not really, just made me sore for a day.” I placed my head on Jake’s chest. “God I really needed this.”

“Glad I could be of help.”

I was glad too. Glad to know that now Mickey wasn’t the only one with reliable Airman to watch his back. Glad to know that if Mickey pushes me away again I have an angel to catch me and bring me home.

#top gun maverick #smut #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin

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I. Want. All of that. RIGHT FUCKING NOW!😛

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A MUCH NEEDED LIFE UPDATE!!!

I know I've been gone for a hot minute (maybe longer) besides occasionally reblogging things, and that The Queen Repertoire Series hasn't been updated in for-fucking-ever. The truth is.....

I NEEDED A FUCKING PSYCHE BREAK!

Like I was seriously so creatively blocked and stressed it was not fun, at all. So, I took a much-needed mental health break promising myself I would come back as soon as I felt well enough. Well, now I feel more than well enough.

My meds have been adjusted and life has just been pretty awesome if I do say so myself. I even have a massive number of ideas for smuts, fluffs, and all that good shit.

I will also be getting back into The Queen Repertoire series (will have next part up eventually), and will be linking y'all to my AO3 account once I start posting stories there.

As for requests: KEEP 'EM COMING! I'm even expanding my list of who I can write about to include:

Top Gun Maverick:

Rooster

Fanboy

Hangman

Bob

MISC.:

Daniel Bruhl

Matt Murdock

Frank Castle

Billy Russo (maybe)

Eddie Munson (I don't remember if I mentioned him in my other posts but I will for damn sure write Eddie Munson smut, I fucking love him to death which goes without say,)

Joseph Quinn

Steve Harrington

Johnny Knoxville (cuz lord knows that man has been fucking me up lately).

Daisy Jones & The Six:

Billy Dunne

Eddie Roundtree

Graham Dunne

If I think of more, I will let you know but for now these are my additions.

Man, I am so glad to be back and can't wait to continue contributing to this beloved hell site. And I thank and appreciate all of you for being so patient and (I know I don't need to but) I'm sorry for the long wait.

That's all for now from your favorite trash mammal.

-TrashmammalStef

#update #mental health #future plans #requests #fandom

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Where My Demons Hide (A Zak Bagans Story) Pt. 2

Requested By: @goth-cowgirl-03

WARNINGS: Language

Notes: Unlike the first part this is pure FLUFF. Like no joke.

Zakkk: I’m sorry Y/N. I need time.

Zakkk: I think u do too.

That was the last text Zak had sent me since that night. It’s been only a month but the radio silence made it feel like a lifetime.

I explained to him what had happened the night before… How he was attacked and… and I thought I helped him… I told him how we ended up in bed together, and how, as it turns out, he was possessed the entire time he’d made love to me.

He quickly got dressed and went for a walk. While he was gone I got dressed, eliminated the buzz killing dickwad who was still lingering in the room and walked back to my room with the heavy weight of shame on my shoulders.

Now as I lay in my bed not wanting to get up, I sigh and put my phone back on the bedside table. As soon as I did a wave of nausea hit me full force and I darted to the bathroom. Once I kneeled over the toilet there was no stopping it. Looking at it you would think I’d thrown up every meal I’d had for the past week.

Empty of sustinence I flushed the toilet and sat down beside it to catch my breath. As I did my hand went up to my stomach to give it a much needed massage. My hand froze though when I touched myself. I looked down and gasped. The entire area between my hips was swollen, not dramatically so but enough to be noticeable. “Not possible…” I whispered. But once I felt the slightest nudge against my hand I knew…

“UNCLE LUCI YOU PIECE OF SHI-!” I was cut off by the sound of my doorbell. I groaned and pulled myself up.

As I made my way to my room to get my robe I sent a silent prayer to my father.

Uncle Luci did it. The Big A is on its way.

I threw my robe on and ran downstairs, sashing it as I did.

I looked through the peep hole not expecting to see anyone important; maybe the mailman, or Amazon. Instead of them though, Zak stood on my doorstep. Fucking great.

I sighed and opened the door. “Hey,” I greeted him.

“Hey, um, are you feeling okay?”

“Do I look that shitty?”

“Well, yeah, kind of…”

“Awesome,” I said unenthusiastically. “Um, is there something you wanted?”

“Um, I just wanted to talk but if you’re not up to it-”

“I was about to call you anyway,” I said stepping aside.

He stepped inside and started towards the living room. I followed close by but froze when a voice caught my attention.

Who is the mother?

“Y/N? You alright?” I held up a finger and pointed upward. A signal he grew to know very well.

They put him in me.

And the vessel father?

He’s standing right in front of me.

“Sorry about that, dad and I needed to have a very urgent chat,” I said.

“Should we be worried?” Zak asked.

“Not if we do things right,” I said. “Which is why I was gonna call you.”

“And here I was about to talk about, well, that night… I guess that can wait though.”

“Actually it has exactly to do with what happened that night,” I said before undoing the knot on my robe. “Try not to panic, okay? Neither of us could’ve seen this coming…”

“Seen wha-” I cut him off by opening my robe exposing my belly. “THE FUCK?!”

“I told you not to panic,” I said. “Fear is the last thing either of us should feel right now.”

“I-I mean is it mine? The fuck am I thinking of course it is,” Zak buried his head in his hands.

“It’s only partially yours,” I explained. “The human part is very much you. It also has bit of me, and a part of the demon that put it in here.” Zak’s head shot up.

“Demon?” I nodded.

“For eons his kind had gone by one name,” I held my stomach and tears erupted from my eyes. “Antichrist.”

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Zak muttered. “Does this mean...did… did we just end the fucking world?”

“No,” I whispered. “Well, I mean we basically puts it fate in our hands. If we do things right he will grow to be the most powerful being on this planet but he won’t be evil. If we fuck up though…”

“It will be the ultimate fuck up,” Zak finished. “And there’s nothing we can do right now, you know like an abortion or..?”

“He’s growing too fast and even if we did they would only try again with someone else,” I said. “I’m not the only Nephilim in the world remember?”

The shock wouldn’t leave Zak’s face. I walked over to the couch where he was and sat down beside him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry you’re involved in this…” He turned to me but didn’t say anything, hell he wouldn’t even look at me in the face, his eyes froze over the bump. Still staring he slowly reached out and placed his hand on my stomach. There was another nudge in response.

Zak gasped. “It really is growing fast. I take it we don’t have the normal nine months to prepare.”

“Nope,” I muttered.

His hand then fell from my stomach down to my hand. He took my hand in his and held it tight. “I’m with you every step of the way.” He said sounding like he was making a promise to himself, to me, and to his child. “I love you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever loved anyone before… and evil or not I will love this baby for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too,” I whispered before Zak leaned in and enveloped my lips with his. Somehow this kiss felt different than the ones we shared that night. It was more warm, loving, and well… human.

After a while we pulled back and Zak just held me against him. “There’s something we have to do before anything else, though.”

“What?”

I looked up at him, smiling weakly. “How do you feel about getting married?”

#zak bagans #fluff #zak bagans x reader #zak bagans imagine #ghost adventures

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I-I need this man. In my bedroom. RIGHT FUCKING NOW! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

TYLER HOECHLIN as Clark Kent “Tried and True” — Superman & Lois (2.06)

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xtrashmammalstefx · 11 months

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#try not to get pregnant challenge #eddie munson edition #yes #i fucking lost hard #I love him so much

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Come Into These Arms (A Vampire! Chris Motionless Smut!)

REQUESTED BY: @ashleymata2008

WARNINGS: SMUT!, Language, all that good stuff.

Notes: Originally requested as a pregnant reader with baby shower but I decided to put my own spin on it (hope u don't mind girly). Anyway enjoy!

I first saw him as I lay dying beneath my friend’s dad’s Chevy.

Some dick had a few too many and rammed us off the road just as we had reached the intersection outside a Taco Bell. My memories of it are hazy but I clearly remember seeing him approach the wreckage. He walked around checking my friend and then her dad before coming over to me. He took my face in his and smiled in relief. “You still have a chance.”

“Chris, don’t,” said another voice from above us. “You know what’ll mean for her… what’ll mean for you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“There’s no going back from that, once it’s done it’s done,” the other continued to warn him.

“I know Ricky, fuck!” he snapped at him. He took a deep breath then and leaned in. “You still have a chance...I’m gonna make sure you keep it.” He leaned in further until I felt a sharp pain in my neck.

I don’t remember what happened after that. Only that I woke up in the hospital covered in bandages, and high off my tits on pain meds. My parents were there and my mom held my hand as they told me I was the only one who survived the accident.

I went home a few days later, and it was on my first night back that I saw him again. I was listening to one of my favorite songs once again trying to decide whether or not what happened that night was real. I suddenly felt my bed dip and I thought it might have been Edgar Allan Puss, my asshole of a cat. I shot my hand out to smack him off my bed before he clawed the shit out of my comforter, but instead of hitting my cat’s furry side, I hit a cold denim covered leg. My eyes shot open and I looked over to find him lying beside me. I paused my music and ripped out my headphones, shooting myself up so that I was sitting.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked. “And...and how the fuck are you real?”

“First off that’s a hell of a tongue you got for being so young,” he said. “Secondly, my names Chris, and despite what all the myths say about my kind I can guarantee we are very much real. Have been for more than a millennia.”

“A millennia?”

“That’s right.”

I sighed and buried my face in my hands. “I really fucked up my head that night didn’t I?”

“Not really,” he said. “And again with that tongue, what are you nine?”

“I’m twelve dipshit,” I said.

“Well, ex-fucking-scuse my ass,” he said. “I swear you save a girls life and she turns around and all she does is give you shit.”

“You, you really saved me?”

He nodded. “And my brothers are still giving me shit for it.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “They’ve always been a bunch of hardasses like that.”

“No, I mean, why’d you save me?”

“You still had a chance,” he said. “One the others didn’t, and one that I never had.”

“Are you my angel or something?”

“Or something,” he said. “My kind aren’t exactly welcomed at the pearly gates if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t exactly but lord knows I would be six feet under right now if it wasn’t for you.” I placed my hand on his. “So, thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, um…”

“Y/N,” I said. “But most people call me, Y/N/N.”

“It was my pleasure, Y/N/N.” He looked over at my alarm and frowned. “I should let you sleep.” He started moving off of my bed.

“Is this...I mean, I know I shouldn’t but...and you probably don’t want to, but…” He placed two fingers on my lips silencing me.

“You’ll see me again, I promise,” he said leaning in. His cold lips touched my cheek for only a moment. “Goodnight darling.”

“Night,” I said watching as he disappeared out my window.

I would say that was the most magical dream of my life except it quickly became obvious that my mind could never dream up of someone as mystical as he.

He came back every now and then and we’d end up spending a good part of the night just talking. A couple of years passed and Chris and I had grown closer than any pair ever had, or so my fourteen year old brain believed. That year all of my classmates were suddenly ‘falling in love’ for the first time. A guy in my history class even showed interest in me but… I don’t know. For some reason I couldn’t see him or any guy that way.

“What’s wrong ma cherie?” Chris asked one night when it was clear there was something on my mind. Something that bothered me something fierce.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” I said.

Chris looked at me surprised. “What makes you say that?”

I shrugged. “There’s this guy at school, says he likes me, and wants to take me out sometime.”

“And that means there’s something wrong with you?”

“No,” I shook my head. “It’s not that it’s just… I don’t see him that way. I don’t… I don’t feel what I should feel… what everyone else feels. At least not for…” I looked up at Chris who looked at me expectantly. I shook my head again. “Never mind, you probably don’t wanna hear about boring teenage bullshit.”

“Love is anything but bullshit, no matter what age,” he said. “So, you don’t like him, not exactly that big of a deal sugar.”

“I know that,” I said. “But I do feel something for someone else. Something I’ve never felt before.”

“Must be a lucky guy if he can get you to smile and blush like that,” Chris said.

“Yeah,” I looked over at him again. “He is…” Before I knew what the hell I was doing I was leaning in and crashing my lips onto his. Suddenly I felt this electric feeling flow through my body.

Thy blood is yours

As your heart is thine

Bride immortal now is the hour

From this day forth you shall be…

“NO!” Chris pushed me back.

“What… what was that?” I asked.

“Something that cannot happen yet,” he said before looking up at me. “I’m- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I said. “I was the one who…”

“No, no,” he said. “This… this is all my doing. My brothers warned me but…”

“But?”

He looked up at me and placed his hand on my cheek. “But you had a chance.”

“Wait, “ I said brushing his hand off my face. “Are you saying you, what, did something else besides save me that night?”

He looked down and away from me. “There’s this spell that exists in our world. One that should never be used unless we’re absolutely certain and if the other party is certain as well.” He looked up at me then. “I fed from you that night, and in return you fed from me. By exchanging blood we became connected in a way a mortal would if he were to exchange vows with the person he loves.”

“So you’re saying… you fucking married me?”

“Not fully, jesus you were only twelve!”

“But we’re fucking married?”

“We are betrothed,” he said. “We won’t fully be wed until that incantation you heard is complete.”

“But, but why? I mean I know I had a chance to live but…”

“When the first half of the ritual is complete, you know the feeding, the mortal party will automatically be filled with their mate’s immortal strength. You’re still mortal but I made it so that any wound you suffer will heal faster and your strength will be renewed.”

“And your brothers warned you?” I knew of his family and how they were irate at him because of me. I never understood why though.

He nodded. “They said I was basically screwing you out of a normal life. Because not only do you have my strength but you are so tied to me that you can’t fall in love or form any connection of the sort with mortals, and I can’t bind myself to anyone else.” He looked back up at me. “You are mine and I am yours, forever.”

I leaned in for another kiss but he stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder. “We can’t do that again… at least not until you’re sure you want to.”

I sighed and settled for kissing him on the cheek.

“I don’t care what you say, Chris, you’re my angel and you’ll always will be.” I fell asleep soon after.

Years passed and eventually I was being bombarded by questions about my future. Which college will I go to? What career do I want? It was maddening...and Chris could tell is was really wearing me out.

“Tough day?” he asked as we layed on my bed.

“You have no fucking idea,” I said.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m eighteen years old, I’m about to graduate, and everyone thinks that means I know what I’m gonna do for the rest of my goddamn life.”

“Ah, the college talks.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Were you grilled about that too? When you were mortal I mean?”

“That and how I should take my old man’s boss’s daughter as a wife,” he said. “Believe me when I say I do not regret choosing another path.”

“Oh? And what path was that?”

“The one that led me to jumping off a bridge only to be fished out by Gerard,” he said. He’d told me about the royal family of immortals living in the underground of New Jersey where no one would ever find them, and how their leader, an ancient vampire named Gerard Way, found him and turned him.

“It’s not that I don’t know what I want to do,” I said. “It’s just I don’t know how I could ever explain that what I want is to spend my life with you… the angel who saved me.”

“Y/N/N,” he whispered. I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbow.

“I love you,” I whispered pecking him on the lips. He groaned at my touch. “I really fucking love you.” I brought my lips back down onto his and that same feeling that overcame me years earlier came back.

Thy blood is yours

As your heart is thine

Bride immortal now is the hour

From this day forth you shall be mine.

He pulled back and moved so fast he was invisible for only a moment. Our clothes had disappeared and he was on top of me. “You’re mine now Y/N/N.” He whispered before pushing himself inside me. I gasped and clung to him as he stretched me.

Immortal lover long since dead

Come into these arms

And we shall be forever wed.

There was a burning on our fingers where a ring of Latin words were wrapped around them like… wedding bands. Chris smiled and proceeded to thrust.

I know people say that your first time is like nothing else in the world. That your vision becomes clouded with stars, especially when you both finish. That the entire time you feel whole as he fills you up with his length and your heart beats so fast you think you might just die.

Clearly they’ve never had sex with a vampire. Chris was gentle but a little rough at the same time. Like he knew I was breakable but still able to handle the full power of his cock. (Thank fuck my parents weren’t home to hear the screams).

Eventually he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up so that I was sitting on top of him. I rocked my hips riding him as if my life depended on it. “Fuck, Chris… I’m gonna…!” I cut myself by screaming as I tightened around him.

“Fuck, baby,” Chris grunted continuing to thrust into me as I came down from my high. I rode out my high, resting my head on his shoulder as he tensed up inside him. “FUCK!” He groaned filling me up.

The next morning I swear I could not walk to save my life.

A month later Chris came back. We’d been like rabbits since that night and in doing so enacted another part of the marriage ritual.

As soon as he arrived I ran into his arms. “Nice to see you too, my love.” He chuckled. That’s when he felt what I’d been feeling for a while now. A small little kick from deep inside my stomach. “The fuck was that?”

“What do you think it was?” I said stepping back to reveal the small bump pertruding from between my hips. “My parents want me to give it up but…” I shook my head. “It’s growing so fast, and… and I know chances are we’d never have the opportunity to do this again. I mean, I understand if…”

“Y/N/N?” Mom called out from the otherside of the door. Before I could fully panic Chris picked me up and sped out my window. He ran us all the way to his families hide out. His brothers weren’t too thrilled at the revelation about our baby but for Chris’s sake would do what they could to comfort us. Chris held me as I slept throughout the night. The next morning I was aroused by two things, Chris’s kisses and the smell of pancakes.

We dragged our feet downstairs where…

“SURPRISED!” His brothers shouted having been busy during my slumber. There was black and white banner hung up on the archway between the living room and the kitchen that read: ‘CONGRATS MAMA!’ On the coffee table was a mountain of gifts.

“Did they really just put a baby shower together?” I asked Chris.

“You bet your ass we did,” Ricky said. “It’s not everyday we become uncles to a bad ass half breed.”

Feeling emotional to the extreme I ran up to Ricky and hugged the fuck out of him. “You guys are fucking amazing you know that?”

Ricky smiled and kissed my forehead. “We love you too sis. Even if my fucking moron of a brother dragged you into our lives without fucking telling us.”

“Give it a rest already Ricky,” Chris said. “I told you I would try to tell you guys before I make any more drastic decisions. Alright? Now please, kindly, fuck off.”

“Ah, not before I try those pancakes I smell,” I interjected dragging Chris to the kitchen.

“Prepare to be mouth fucked,” Ricky said smiling from ear to ear.

“Dude?!”

“With pancakes you sick fuck, not my dick,” Ricky clarified.

As I ate the heavenly pancakes I couldn’t help but think of how glad I was to have been given such an amazing second chance at life, and how I hope, one day, my child will enjoy their chance too. Who knows, maybe they too will give someone a second chance to live.

#smut #chris motionless #motionless in white #requests

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That’s My Man (An Austin Abrams Smut)

Requested By: @tiamcconnellx

WARNINGS: Smut!, Choking, Attempted rape!, language

Notes: Hey guys! So I just want to clarify some stuff for this fic real quick. In this story you are Norman Reedus' s daughter, and a member of The Walking Dead Cast, duh. Oh, and I will have a life update post later this week (maybe) where I will explain my absence and future plans. Okay I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

You know how sometimes when you meet someone you get this feeling you’ve never really felt before. Like something inside you is just like: I need this person, I need to know this person… Well, for me that’s the feeling I got when I first met Austin.

He wasn’t your typical type of handsome, but damn did he have a smile that was more infectious than a zombie bite. Not to mention he was (is) wicked talented at acting. He, Chandler, and I basically became the ultimate trio during our stints on The Walking Dead.

My dad wasn’t too thrilled at the idea. I mean, sure, he loved and trusted Chan with his life (having watched him grow for the past few season) but he didn’t exactly know Austin all too well.

“Your dad’s still giving me the look,” Austin whined as we took a break between scenes. Sure enough my dad was giving him the ‘fuck up you little shit, I dare you’ look he reserved for any guy that was interested in me. I sighed.

“He’s just nervous because he knows what scene we’re about to shoot,” I said. I swear I thought my dad was going to burst a blood vessel when he first read the script for this episode. After all, it included the most mature scene I’ve ever filmed, and one I dreaded more than anything. I mean… I knew what was coming since the writers and director had discussed it with us previously but god damn did they pick a hell of a way to start things.

“You nervous?” Austin asked.

“Definitely,” I said before turning my head to face him and placing my hand in his. “But I trust you not to hurt me too bad.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine myself hurting you… your dad would fucking kill me.” Austin said smiling lazily at me. I chuckled slightly.

“ABRAMS! REEDUS! GET IN POSITION WE’RE READY TO FILM THE NEXT SCENE!” The director hollered at us.

Austin and I stood up and went behind the door to my character’s Alexandria house. “You ready?” I whispered.

Austin took a deep breath. “No, but then again in a zombie apocalypse there’s no such thing.”

“True,” I agreed as the director ordered everyone to be quiet on the set.

‘AND ACTION!” Right on cue Austin’s face contorted with fury and pain, and he burst through the door. I counted the seconds and then followed.

“RON! RON PLEASE STOP!” I grabbed his hand and he threw my hand away.

“NO, I’M DONE! I’M FUCKING DONE!” He looked at me as though I was the worst person in the world. Tears began streaming down my face.

“I-It wasn’t what it… I swear I didn’t mean to…”

“Just, stop,” Austin said. “Don’t even try bullshitting your way out of this. I could see it ever since he first came to my house. I could see it in your fucking face.” I stepped back in fear, pressing my body against the door. “You fucking loved him even then.” Austin said stepping closer to me. “Hell, you were probably thinking of him the night we fucked for the first time, weren’t you?” He brought his hand to my neck. “WEREN’T YOU!” He squeezed, digging his fingers slightly into my neck.

“N-N…”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” He screamed at me squeezing a little tighter. My tears were streaming even worse as I looked up at him.

“Y-Yes,” I wheezed out. Now Austen was the one crying.

“Then I guess there’s only one thing left to do,” he said before crashing his lips against mine. This is where I nearly fucked up the scene. I was supposed to fight him, loath his very touch… but at that moment I couldn’t be more in love with him. A fact that shocked me to the point where I quickly remembered what we were doing and began to struggle. I placed my hands on his chest and started trying to push him away. He just grabbed them and placed them on either side of my head and continued to aggressively kiss me. He then grabbed me and dragged me to the side of the porch (my character was related to a recluse who insisted on surrounding the porch in a black tarp, and duct taping the shit out of the windows) where he laid us down. I kicked and screamed but he just held me down and used his weight to keep me down while he reached down to undo his zipper. That’s when Chan appeared ripping him off of me. Chan punched him in the face and the scene was over.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood up.

“Fuck, remind me never to piss you off, man,” Austin said rubbing his chin.

Chan just chuckled. “No problem, though if you ever try something like that for real I’m not the one that’s gonna be doing the hitting.”

“Damn right he’s not,” Dad appeared on the porch. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine dad,” I said.

“Just checking,” he said. We all stepped down off of the porch and took a breather while the set was prepped for the next scene which would be with just Chan and me.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?” Austin asked once we both had taken a much needed drink of water.

“No,” I assured him. “You were actually kind of perfect.”

He smirked. “Yeah, a perfect piece of shit.”

“Yeah, well, that’s just Ron for ya. He’s a dick with a narrow view of the world, but you… you’re different.”

“How so?”

“You’re better,” I said. “How’s the face by the way?”

“Oh, it’s fine, a little sore but, can’t say it wasn’t deserved,” he said. I reached up and brushed my lips against the violently pink skin.

“Better?”

“Sort of, but…”

“But?”

“You missed it?”

“I did?” He nodded before ducking his head down and pressing his lips against mine. That same feeling I had earlier came back, only this time is a thousand times stronger. Ron kissed with anger, a burning rage he could no longer control...but Austin? He kissed with a mind numbing passion, as though letting you know how just how much he’d been holding in his heart for you. Our arms snaked around each other and I felt his hand brush my ass. I think I would’ve let him do more if we weren’t on the clock.

“REEDUS! YOU’RE DUE IN MAKE UP!” The director hollered at us making us jump apart.

“Oh, um, right, I’m on my way.” I turned back to Austin. “To be continued?”

He smiled. “You bet.”

I was still thinking about him as I made my way into the make up trailer. The make-up artist did his magic and made it so I looked like I had bruises on my neck from where Austin had dug his fingers when he was choking me. It looked brutal and uncomfortably real.

When I got back to the water table Austin was talking with Chan who was first to see me coming. “Holy shit,” he said causing Austin to turn around.

“Oh fuck!”

Both guys were staring at my new bruises.

“Yeah apparently you’re a lot stronger than you look,” I said trying to lighten the mood.

“Kind of makes me wish I did more than just deck you in the face,” Chan said.

“Makes me kinda wish you did,” Austin said starting to reach his hand out.

“Ah, no touchy!” I said stepping back.

Austin was about to say something when…

“RIGGS! REEDUS! YOU’RE UP!” Chan stood by and motioned with his hand.

“After you, my lady,” he said.

We were in my ‘bedroom’ now. I took my place on the bed, curling up in the ball. I thought of the saddest things… Bambi, my favorite Harry Potter characters dying, and stuff like that. Eventually tears sprung from my eyes. Chan took his place by the door.

“ACTION!”

Chan knocked on the door. “Come in,” I said sniffing back tears. Chan slowly stepped in.

“Hey,” he whispered. Looking at him I started to cry a little harder. Chan closed the door and hurried over to me. He sat on the bed infront of me and pulled me into his arms. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and continued to sob. Chan’s lips brushed the top of my head as his hand cradled the back of my head. “It’s okay, Say… it’s okay, darling, just… just let it out.”

I breathed a heavy sigh and, hesitantly, kissed Chan on the neck.

He gasped and pulled back. “Say…”

“Carl, please, just… do what you were going to do earlier,” I said.

“Y-You sure?” I nodded. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh before placing his lips on the corner of my forehead. His lips trailed down until they found mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss. His hands wandered down until they reached the hem of my shirt. I pulled back and let him take it off just as the camera switched over to the one behind my back. “Beautiful.” Chan muttered looking at me in awe.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, placing kisses on his chest as I did. After I pushed the fabric off of his shoulders he laid us down.

“AND CUT!”

Chan helped me up and handed me my shirt, blushing hard.

Later we were back in the bedroom except this time we were very naked; me under the blankets, and Chan with one leg and his crotch covered by a bit of my sheet. He held me against him, both of us freshly sprayed with mist to make us look sweaty and glowing.

“I love you,” Chan said gently with a vulnerability you could just tell Carl had carried with him for a long long time.

“I-” The door burst open and Andrew walked in.

“WHAT THE- CARL!”

“DAD! WHAT’RE YOU-?” We scrambled for our clothes.

“Glen just radioed, there’s a storm of walkers heading right towards the gate!”

Fully dressed I reached under my bed and grabbed my shotgun.

Chan’s eyes grew wide. “What’re you..?”

“Honeymoon’s over Carl, time to kick some walker ass.” I said cocking my gun. I followed them out of the room.

“CUT! AND THAT’S A WRAP!”

Chan and I high-fived on a job well done before heading to our trailers to shower and change.

Austin was waiting by mine.

“Hey, I thought you were done for today?”

“Yeah well, I didn’t exactly feel like leaving yet,” he said not looking quite right.

“You okay?” He nodded. “You sure?”

He nodded but didn’t convince me that everything was okay.

“Austin?”

He sighed. “I’m just… I was kinda hoping I could see you like that…” he motioned at the set. “Before Chan I mean…”

“You make it sound as if he got a good show.”

“Didn’t he?”

“Not even close,” I said. “He’s actually quite the gentleman, you know. First make out scene he only saw my bra and was quick to help me cover up. Just now he actually closed his eyes when I took my robe off and didn’t open them until I was covered. As for post-coital well, he was focused more on his on-screen dad than anyone else.”

“Damn, he really is an upstanding guy,” he said.

“Yeah he is,” I said stepping up to Austin. “And he is also a really great friend. I love the guy like a brother which is a far cry from what I feel about you.”

“Really?” I nodded bringing my lips to his. He moved to deepen it but I pulled back.

“Hold onto that thought for a minute while I wash up,” I said opening my trailer door. Austin followed me in.

He sat down on the small couch while I ducked behind the screen and disrobed before entering the small shower beside it. I washed my hair and used a special cleanser to erase my choke marks. I had just gotten the last one off when the shower curtain was pushed aside. I watched as Austin stepped in and swung the curtain shut behind him. He was naked, his scrawny body exposed fully to me. I was about to ask what he was doing when it caught my eye.

He was at half mast and only growing straighter, and harder.

He approached me and placed his hands on my hips. “C’mere,” he muttered ducking his head down for a kiss. As soon as his lips were flushed with mine I wrapped my arms around him and let him lift me up.

I gasped as he stretched me. He groaned slightly. “Fuck… I-I didn’t hurt you too bad did I?”

“Not at all,” I muttered.

“Good,” he muttered bringing his lips back to mine. He held me against the shower wall as he continued to thrust in and out of me. I tried to bite back any noise it brought out of me but the sensation was just too good.

“Fuck, Aus, you feel so good,” I moaned as he started thrusting harder. “Oh fuck yeah right there, right there.”

I felt myself tense up in my core and I knew it I was about to fucking burst.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” I nodded moan louder and louder. “Ugh, it’s alright… just cum on me… cum on my cock.”

The tension became too much and I was practically screaming as I tightened around him.

He continued to thrust as I came down from it a shivering mess. “C-Couch,” I said. “Take me to the couch.”

He shut the water off, threw the curtain back and carried me to the small couch. “Sit down,” I said. He did so keeping me in his arms. I started rocking my hips on him.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as I continued to bounce on him vigorously. Before I knew it the tension I felt earlier came back.

I moaned as it came closer and closer. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again!”

“Me too,” Austin groaned. I leaned back, screaming again, as my body tensed up, clenching around him.

“Oh fuck!” I felt his warmth shoot into me as his body stiffened, his groans filling the air. We then collapsed on the coach, breathless and dazed.

“I think that just may be the most powerful orgasm of my life,” I breathed, my heart still racing.

“Same here, I… I think my dick is gonna need some time to recover.” Austin laughed.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be, it was so fucking worth it.” He smiled tiredly at me.

“I love you, Austin.”

“I-” There was a knock at my door and a frantic yell.

‘Y/N REEDUS YOU BETTER ANSWER THIS DOOR AND PROVE TO ME THAT YOU’RE ALIVE OR SO HELP ME I WILL BREAK THE FUCKER DOWN!”

We grabbed our clothes in a panic and got dressed. “Coming dad!”

Once we were dressed and I tamed my post-sex head, I opened the door.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Someone said they heard screaming… thought you might be in trouble so…” Austin unintentionally choked out a laugh and I immediately elbow him in the ribs. “What’s so funny?”

“Uh, nothing,” I said feeling my cheeks grow warm, the fucking traitors. Dad looked from me to Austin and as he did his face contorted from confusion to a Reedus level of fucking fury.

“TELL ME I’M WRONG RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” Dad demanded. “TELL ME YOU WEREN’T JUST IN THERE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU WERE FUCKING DOING!”

“Oh shit,” Austin muttered shrinking back. “Should I run?” He asked me.

“OH YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN!” Austin shrieked and bolted out of my trailer with my dad on his tail.

“DAD NO!” I hollered before chasing after my dad and my man.

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