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.

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. 🥵😍💦🩷🩷

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.

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:

MISC.:

Daisy Jones & The Six:

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

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?”

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.

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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