#and ​his slutty little waist is chef’s kiss

[tired-biscuit]

commission done by @vita-divata !! thanks a bunch!!

[noellawrites]

Involuntary Celibate - Yandere!Carmy Berzatto x reader

requested & also helped by @tryingtowritefanfics <3

summary: Carmy's been saving himself for you... but he's tired of waiting.

warnings: 18+, incel!Carmy, teasing, dub/non-con, forced breeding, rape

"Yo chef, can you stay late for prep?" Carmy asks as he passes behind you.

"Of course, chef!" you pipe, turning around and smiling at your boss.

He stole a glance at the sauce you were working on and cocked his head towards it.

"Go ahead, I need some feedback," you confess, handing him a spoon.

As his lips touch your creation and his eyes brighten just a bit, you can't help but blush. After a year of working for him, you'd developed quite a crush on the man.

"Excellent, chef. Just try adding a bit more honey," he offers, looking right into your eyes.

You thought about that interaction for the rest of your shift, even as everyone else left.

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Now, it was past ten and only you and Carmy remain.

You sidle up to Carmy, leaning over the large metal table as he works on one of his drawings.

He looks over at you briefly, his mouth cracking into a small smile before turning back to his work.

Before you could stop yourself, you reach out and touch one of the tattoos on his left arm, the world inside the measuring cup.

"I love this one," you whisper, tracing the cup's thin lines.

Carmy immediately stops drawing. Unbeknownst to you, Richie's words from the past few weeks were echoing through his mind.

"C'mon 'cuz, why haven't you tapped that yet?" "Carm, she's obviously fuckin' obsessed with you." "Jesus 'cuz, you can't be a virgin forever." "If Mikey were here, he'd tell you how much of a loser you are."

Before you knew what was happening, Carmy grabs your arm with his right hand and pins your back against the table. Alarm bells ring through your head but you can't move, your body feels numb.

"Stop fuckin' teasin' me," Carmy grits, pressing his body against yours. You can feel his hard-on through his pants as it presses against your midsection.

You have no idea what else to do, so you lean up and press your lips against his. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, groaning and bucking against you.

You let out a loud moan as Carmy works his way down your neck with his mouth. All of a sudden, you feel his big hand attempting to tug your bottoms down. You reach down and grab his hand, but he slaps your hand in response.

"You've been teasing me for months, it's my fuckin' turn to take what belongs to me," he hisses, and you immediately start to feel your eyes water.

"C-Carm, please—" you start, but he cuts you off.

Carmy leans in, lips ghosting over your ear as he says, "I'm done with your shit. I'm gonna knock you up and leave you beggin' for more."

"Carmy, I-I'm a virgin. Please don't do this to me!" you beg, still trying to push against him in vain. He has you trapped, no chance for escape.

"I'm a virgin, too. Been savin' myself for you, so we can lose it to each other. We can start our own family, leave our fucked up ones behind," he promises, and you can hear the strain in his voice. Probably a combination of his intense lust and deep desire to get you pregnant.

"Stop, please! I'm not ready to—" you try again, but Carmy cuts you off by clamping a hand over your mouth. With his other hand, he finishes pulling your pants and underwear down.

"You're so good, all wet for me, huh? Slutty women like you are always fuckin' teases," Carmy hisses, teasing your slick entrance with the tip of his cock.

You might've enjoyed this, following maybe four dates and a label and maybe a condom. But you clenched your eyes shut, trying to pretend you were anywhere else.

Anywhere but being cornered and raped by your boss while he tries to put his baby inside you, a little baby Berzatto blossoming inside your womb.

"Hmm—mphh!" you try to speak through Carmy's hand over your mouth. He was almost fully sheathed inside of you, groaning while rocking his hips into yours.

Your extreme discomfort shifted into throbbing pain as his cock breached your cervix. You couldn't stop the tears from filling your eyes as he fucked you harder, like a man on a mission.

Pain mixed with pleasure flooded your senses as Carmy groans, painting the walls of your cervix with his cum.

"Richie and Mikey'd be so fuckin' proud’a me," he says under his breath as he pulls out of you, immediately yanking your underwear back up to keep his fluids inside your pussy.

He un-clamps his hand from your mouth as he shuffles back into his black pants and buckles his belt.

“Why did you do this to me, Carmy?" you sniffle as his intense gaze meets your eyes.

"Because I love you. You're mine now, you'll never be with anyone else," he says, a bored expression on his face.

You can't hold back anymore. You burst into tears, a mixture of post-coital emotions and terror at the very real possibility of a baby inside you.

Carmy pulls you into his chest, holding you close to him as your tears soak through his white shirt.

"I love you so much," he whispers, and you cry even harder. You're never going to escape Carmy Berzatto, you know that now.

[walpu]

Aventurine commencing gamble once again in his boss fight, targeting our fellow Nameless!reader here and they can only pray for any gods or aeons that will listen to them because of their shit luck.

"Nothing personal, dear friend. But you've been giving me a hard time"

"How in Akivili am I going to get 8 with one dice..."

(Hunt path Nameless!reader... Evil idea-)

But with how long the battle went, them battered but still standing with gunbrella pointing at him. That's hot. And Aventurine's boss form? Reader doing the chef kiss right in front of his face.

(Trailblazer smelling strong sexual tension in the air)

- 🪽

When you and your homies getting your shit wrecked by a gambling addict with a slutty slutty waist but one of your homies is starting at the said waist a little too hard

both Aven and reader being marked as scared and horny

[fanaticsnail]

Snail! Another banger! You know what that means:

○“C’mon, now. What have I gotta do to get your layers off? Talk dirty to you?” He used the steel edge of his knife to attempt to pry the brown outer layer away.

●Not my home cook ass just using my hands 💀. In my defense, I'm only cooking for family lol.

○Cheeky Nami kisses, soft Robin kisses, and nibbled toothy kisses from Chopper were his favorites.

●The way I need these so bad??? Blink twice if you wanna hear my takes on these.

○ from Luffy which was used to depict the state of his appetite

●Kissing Luffy and him getting hungry halfway through. Him deciding you taste good enough and just continuing to kiss you. Don't worry, you two raid the pantry later (don't tell Sanji).

○the skeleton man had no lips

●A moment of silence to think about how terrifying Brook would be irl

○he was happy that the stinky moss-head kept his lips to himself.

●Me when I lie

○ you leaning on the side of the door

●OH this absolute nuisance (affectionate). She knows what she's doing. Going full seductive door lean? Are you trying to kill the poor boy? Something, something, Megara from Hercules.

○What's cooking, good looking?” you smiled at him softly, gesturing with your chin to the pot on the stove. He froze up, his ears tinting darker with the shade of pink.

●His ass could not go back to baraié, because he'd come back with twice the skill and a third of the rizz he left with.

○Taking the extinguished cigarette out of his lips, he placed the butt in the bin beneath the sink.

●Three trash bins in the strawhat kitchen. Wet Waste, Dry Waste, and Sanji's Cigarettes.

○“I actually love it. Even though it started as a joke, it has actually made a big difference the way I’ve been feeling lately.”

●#kissSanji2024

○throwing his head back and drawing up his forearm to his face to catch the damp blood from exiting his nose. His head was dizzy, his lips parting and whining as he felt your tongue swirl around the soft bite to his collar.

●MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

○You squeaked in response, immediately placing your hands on Sanji’s hips as he pinned you against the sink with his hips

● Yes bitch! Grab that slutty little waist!

○"I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, honest-" “-Sanji,” you laugh at him, looking up through half-hooded lashes and brushing your nose with his, “Your mirepoix is going to burn.”

● Them: https://images.app.goo.gl/r4ciH8S635FznucZ9

○“This stupid apron has been nothing but a complete distraction.”

●Snail, this is your sign to buy chef-husband a "kiss the cook" apron.

○Come find me when you want to put on that stupid apron again, hm?” you utter, releasing his hips and making your way over to the kitchen doorway

●She's such an icon! Came to the kitchen and kissed the prettiest boy on the ship! Made him literal putty in her hands! Made him burn his food! Kissed him again, and then left! Left while still flirting with him, hips swaying to Shakira Shakira! I want her! I NEED her!

Oof, this one was long. But what else to say after 1.5k+ of absolute art?

-♡♡ lots of love

Oh my gosh, I love your reviews and commentary!!

As a home cook married to a chef, peeling onions is my job. And I hate it. I do the good ol' halve it and pry it, but sometimes the skins are just a nuisance.

I am blinking twice. Give me your hot take on the kisses 😏.

Luffy kisses are just him gnawing in between waiting for dinner.

Brook has my heart and I love him. I'd still kiss. I wanna jam with him so bad.

"Me when I lie," I'm dying. I can't even. I love me a bit of zosan (see my strawhat Christmas fic 👀).

Yes, we are trying to kill him. With kisses.

The three trash bins, I can't even. I refuse to believe he'd taint the flavour of the sealife with littering the ocean. He knows better.

Kiss Sanji '24 ✊

I should absolutely but a 'kiss the cook' apron for chef-husband. If I get him for Krap Kringle this year, that's the first thing I'm gonna get.

This reader is Loca, and I loved writing the kisses like this. Kisses are my favourite.

Thank you for dropping lil' treats in my ask box. I love doing your requests, Anon! 😘🖤

[vegasthehedgehog]

In order to cope with what is currently happening. I've decided to focus on phop when life was still simple 😩

Also I'm weak for men with slutty little waists and his hand here compared to his waist is just chefs kiss 💋

[aphrosdytus0]

DreamyPara! Maid Cafe’s Personal Maids <3

OC Introductory (NSFW)

I love my little whores <3 hope u enjoy

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Tsukasa

yandere

Blonde wolfcut (mental illness)

Subby top

BUFF 💪

Kinda like a dog

Would wear a doggy collar and leash for u :3

7 inches , THICK , freckled , leans towards the right , small happy trail

Thick and slimy plus a little runny

whimpers.

Would beg for u

Cries when overstimulated

Would get rid of ANYONE for you :))

Apologies for everything

Male wife <3

Has a “kiss the chef” apron he wears with only his boxers 🤭

Whines.

“Please don’t bully me I’ll cum”

Concerning level of knowledge of BDSM

Pierced tiddies ;)

Head game is godly.

Painted nails 💅

masochist 👀

Rope bunny YESSIRRR

Genuinely a good baker

Used to be a discord Incel- we dont talk abt that

Very insecure 😕

Prolly has a shrine of you somewhere in his room with your items 👀

Idk if i’ll do a full fic abt him so soon but he will be the first one of my ocs to get a fic , trust trust

“Please… Do it for me?”

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Tatsuya

Sugar daddy

Wowie Tsukasa’s older twin brother

Rich CEO stereotype

its just Jumin Han but slightly buffer forgive me and also purple eyes

Can’t cook for shit please help him

WILL wife you up without hesitation

We going straight into this shit ong

8 inches , but kinda skinny , still enough to fill you up , MOLES , nearly hairless

VERY THICK and bubbles outta ya 👀

Will make you cockwarm him in his office via mouth or downthere he doesnt care

Master-Servant play 🤭

Surprisingly a switch

Slutty Ahh Waist

“Princess” , “Puppy” , “Doll” Petname king

Likes being bossed around from time to time

Brat tamer

Also whimpers it runs in the family.

Put a muzzle on him- he bites

Uhhhh love marks and hickeys everywhere

Ill draw him trust me

“Oh? Eager are we?”

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Michiru gets a post of his own bc he is my fav twink

[thot-son-of-odin]

What is the visual image of Thor and Loki (hairstyle, costume… eyebrows😂) your favorite?

Ooooooh ok so for Thor, I love his ultron/tdw vibe the most (and I think I draw him like that a lot) but there is something so special about baby Thor in avengers 1 (with the darker eyebrows LMAO). My fav Thor outfit has to be the black leather one from ultron, he’s only in it for a little but it’s so good and he looks extra slutty in,,,,,,man has got a tiny waist and this just shows it off the best 😤 I couldn’t find a good picture of it, so if anyone does have one, I would love to have it for reference 👀

Thor in any hair is amazing but him with his long hair will always be amazing. I really like it when it’s pulled back with a braid, and ofc the Loki hair wrap is,,,,,chefs kiss.

For Loki, I think my favorite of his costumes is his first avengers one. I think I tend to drawn him in his Thor 1 costume/tunic a lot more, but they’re all really fun. I didn’t really like his ragnarok costume, not a fan of the blue and yellow, but I do understand the visual reasoning behind it. I think for hair, it’s def his tdw hair. His ragnarok hair makes me,,,,,,,angry DHDKDHDJD. I love the curls on him but I wish they weren’t greasy looking. It looks more like a wig than any of the others (idk if the actor was wearing one in the other movies, ik it wasn’t in the first Thor)

Tbh I love most depictions of them, my biggest pet peeve is when I see the size difference between them exaggerated to comedic effect. Like yes, Thor is a bit broader and an INCH taller, but I’ve seen some art where loki is like half the size of Thor,,,,,,where when why how????

[gayfurryclown]

oh :0

•commission info•

[bitchkay]

Court of darkness men in bunny suits🐰

Bunny boy Toa already exists and in that picture he's clenching his fists trying not to lose his head so let's see how how the others would like it😈

*random order*

Lynt💚

As long as he's comfortable, he's indifferent about it. I think bunny boy Lynt would slay, look at that slutty little waist✨ He wouldn't tuck, both cus he doesn't know how and cus he doesn't wanna bother, but ya know what I'd have no problem with the big bulge in his front

Guy❤

Oh ho ho, you have to put him in that suit against his will, probably have to knock him unconscious to get him into it and it would be oh so worth it. He'd hate it so much😈 He'd be so bewildered to wake up in a bunny suit, just confused, wondering if he's still asleep cus ain't no goddamn way this is real. As soon as it's off his body its burnt to a pile of ash. If he wasn't naked underneath he'd burn it right on the spot. He's only tucked cus he didn't do it himself, and is just uncomfortable the whole time.

Fenn💜

You can't tell me Fenn wouldn't slay. Slay is his middle name💅🏾✨ Listen- bunny boy Fenn would pull out the sluttiest heels and strut up and down the S rank hallway until someone came out to give him attention after hearing the constant clicking of his heels. Put Fenn in any kind of oversexualized animal costume and he will make the most of it, I mean his characters oversexualis-- Perfectly tucked away, nothings falling out, see him drop in the splits--

Lance♡

He'd hate it. He did this for you, he won't be doing it again. I think he'd look great but so very clearly uncomfortable. Has his hands holding in front of his crotch not just because hes uncomfy but because he's falling out💀💀

Roy💛

He'd have mixed feelings about it, dosen't hate it tho. Booty little but it's sitting right😌 Has the legs for it but he built like a door🚪 so... Thinks he looks good in it but thinks it draws attention to his lack of shape. He really starts analyzing his appearance, Roy stop doing that😠 yo tiny lil booty looks amazing, stop looking for things that are wrong😠 you look amazing.

Dia💚

Dia would look so fucking good in the bunny suit, don't fucking lie. He'd slay the look but he'd absolutely despise wearing it. He's just uncomfortable, wants to take it off and bury it in the dirt, never to be seen again. This doesn't affirm his gender at all

Tino💚

Tino's just uncomfortable but he doesn't hate it. Tino would look really good tbh😳 He's mostly uncomfortable cus he's never looked so much like a barbie doll down there before and isn't sure how he feels about his cock sitting between his legs, would so slay tho. He would wear this again if you asked him to cus he looks so fucking good😝 a common Akedian trait is slutty little waist

Thoma🧡

Thinks he looks damn good in it, isn't leaving the room tho. Yea he looks good but in a home alone dancing in my room nobody's watching way, he'd die if anyone saw him like this, he'd be embarrassed. However within the confines of his room he is absolutely slaying. Thomas terrifically tight tush is sitting well right in this costume adorned beautifully with the white cotton tail on his rear 😘mwah *chef's kiss* cue Thoma shaking his tail in the mirror

Knight💙

Embarrassed. He looks so cute but he's holding his hands in front of his crotch with a fat ass blush on his face, and is just really stiff. Surprisingly dosen't hate it but will not be doing this again. Was able to tuck??? Not as if he knew how nor did you tell him, he just kinda... put it away.

Rio🧡

Dosen't know where to put his dick. He looks really fucking good in the bunny suit and he knows it, see him feeling himself in the mirror. However, mister bunny boy Rio has has a big dick. It's not as if there's simply a bulge in his front, no. His dick is laying flat against his stomach. Dosen't understand understand tucking, "where does it even go?", "what if it falls out?", "I have to put it where!?", "That doesn't sound comfortable." There's very little fabric down there to cover himself, dick against stomach ended up being his safest option. Still thinks he looks amazing despite the uhh... pringles can against his belly button.

Grayson💛

Grayson would also be really uncomfortable but he doesn't hate it, but he also doesn't like it either. He looks good but he wasn't made to do this kind of thing. Thinks he's too manly/buff. No tuck, doesn't even want to try. That small peice of fabric is barely covering his gooch, he'll deal with the big bulge.

J*sper.

... I hate to admit he'd actually look pretty good in the bunny suit-😳 however this is not a J*sper safe zone. I'd give him a suit that's 3 sizes too small just so he's uncomfortable.

I still have beef with J*sper.

ANYWAY HERE'S BUNNY BOY TOA AGAIN😁

Look how cute he is🥰

[xamaxenta]

love how slutty law always looks <33 the little peek of stomach and his waist always made for (luffys) hands to wrap around *chefs kiss*

Yah dude you get it 👏🏽

He’s just really well designed absolutely one of my favourite characters and I love his crew and his dynamic with Luffy and the strawhats, if Ace didn’t exist and didn’t have such a grip on my brain and my balls i would probably be a really obnoxious Law simp

[noritoshiikamo]

forcing dilf!toji to take you to a fun theme park and he looks so huge standing next to you in line. and there’s just a bunch of kids staring at him because he looks so funny (he’s a giant man and you bribed him, with sex of course, to wear the ultimate dilf themepark outfit: a button up tee stuffed into khaki shorts, awful dad sandals, a baseballs cap, and that fannypack).

bestie your mind omg *chefs kiss* damn idk how but it become slightly smutty taglist: @lazy10ieiri @gojocumslut @ultgojo @cocotaku420 @fictionjunkies @eru-lloyd as usual, came through with a perfect visual, check out her art *chefs kiss*

CAN U IMAGINE HOW THE TSHIRT IS HANGING TO THE THREAD, STICKING TO EVERY CROOKS OF HIS ABS AND BODY, every time he lifts his hands up you could see his v line peeping. it took you a whole lot of begging, a whole lot of down on your knees until he agreed to let you dress him up and all you could see in his face is complete disappointment as he checked out his outfit.

"i-i look weird."

"no you look hot."

you grinned wide, eyeing over how the words stretched out over his pecs. well two can play the game and that's how you end up in a pretty yellow sundress that complements you. it's easy for you to get what you want, you want that plushies and want to win that game and soon he's carrying a tote full of the freebies that he won for you while you stroll around, stuffing your mouthful with cotton candy. if you want to ride anything, toji would be there to protect you from line cutters, glaring at people who's staring at his gf while you remained oblivious happy to just be there with him.

he kissed you on top of the ferris wheel as the sun came down, hold your hands in the horror theme park which to your surprise wasn't that scary at all compare to all the reviews (read: the 'ghosts' are too scared of toji) and held your hair when too much rollercoasters don't sit well with your stomach.

and when you had enough of fun, it's toji's turn. away in the dark alley of the carnival, there's a reason why you are wearing sundress; it's for easier access as he bend you forwards, hands on your waist as he thrusts into you. you knew what you were doing swaying your hips around, twirling your hair and pouting your lips. you knew toji has no self control.

"you like it when daddy takes you out to play? in this skimpy little dress, you look so fuckable. maybe i should fuck you in the crowd, let everybody see how slutty you are."

"yes, yes , fuck i'm gonna cum!"

it took him a couple more quick thrust to finish, filling you up before quickly pulling your panties up. toji doesn't like it when you're being wasteful. it doesn't bother him anymore to carry your tote, especially when he got to see your flushed skin, beads of sweat down your neck and disheveled hair as you squirmed around to keep his cum in.

"how about another round of rollercoaster, y/n?"

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[dresupi]

3 Wishes

For: @artemisgarden​ Ship: Darcy Lewis/Sam Winchester Sweetheart Prompt: 3 Wishes Word Count: 730 Rated: T Other tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Light Angst, Kissing

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“Okay, how about, for Valentine’s this year, you can have three wishes. Will that make up for me missing your birthday?” Sam asked, wrapping his arms a little more tightly around Darcy’s waist as she settled into his lap.

“I dunno, possibly,” she said with a smirk. “It was my thirtieth, so you missed a big one.”

“I did. But three wishes, though. How often do you get three wishes?”

“Definitely not since the last time I found a genie,” she deadpanned before continuing. “Okay so I make the wishes and you grant them, that’s how this works?”

Sam grinned. “Well, yeah. But they can’t be something ridiculous like a million dollars or for me to dye my hair pink or something like that.”

“Darn. What about fuchsia?” Darcy teased, reaching up to ruffle Sam’s hair.

“No hair dying, no magical money finding.”

“You got it. I already know what I want for my first wish.”

“Wish away,” he said.

“I wish that my totally awesome boyfriend could stay for longer than one night,” Darcy said, letting her head fall to his shoulder. “Or is that too ridiculous?”

“Not at all,” he said. “I can actually stay for the entire week, so granted.”

“A week!’ she exclaimed. “Well, in that case, I’m not going to change into my slutty lingerie until after dinner.”

“I mean, you could wear it for dinner if you wanted. You know that stuff… it looks good for any occasion…” Sam countered.

“It looks good between your teeth, too,” she said with a giggle, pulling him close for a kiss that lasted a lot longer than either of them planned for. She broke it off and straightened on his lap, wriggling down in a very obvious manner before continuing. “Okay so…”

He cleared his throat. “Right. So. Second wish.”

“I want breakfast in bed tomorrow morning,” she said.

“Absolutely. I make the best pancakes.”

“I know. I remember,” she reminded him, pecking the tip of his nose.

“You’re certainly easy to keep happy,” Sam said, shifting so she could lay back on the sofa and he could reach her lips easier.  Their kisses grew more heated as he moved around to lay beside her.

“That’s the major draw, isn’t it? That I’m low maintenance. Especially considering you don’t have the time to waste on a more high maintenance model.”

“I could spare any amount of time for you,” he reminded her. “I happen to be pretty good at maintaining you. Now, what’s your third wish?”

Darcy knew exactly what her third wish would be, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak the words.

I wish you’d stick around here so we could be a real couple and not have to cram an entire relationship into a couple of days every few months.

Her eyes felt prickly as she tugged him down for another kiss. “Let’s go make dinner, okay?”

“That’s your wish?” he asked.

“No. But you told me not to ask for something you couldn’t give me.”

“What can’t I give you?” he asked.

Darcy pressed her lips together and exhaled, rolling over so she could stand. “I won’t ask you for this, Sam. I just want to go make dinner and eat it together, okay? Then I’ll model my new teddy and you can tear it off with your teeth.

She heard him shift on the couch as she made her way out to the kitchen. She busied herself by pulling out onions and garlic to start the pasta sauce.  A big pair of arms wrapped around her middle and she felt Sam press his lips firmly to the side of her neck.

“I’d give it to you if I could, Darce.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. That’s why I won’t ask.”

“I lo--”

“Grab me a chef’s knife would you, Slick? You want this sauce, it needs to simmer for a little while.”

He kissed her one more time before switching into lighthearted chef’s assistant mode.  There were a few times she felt his eyes on her that evening. Felt them lingering on what they had and what they might have if things were different.

The sauce came together and she tasted it to see if it needed seasoning.

Just like them, it was too many ifs and not enough salt. At least she could fix the sauce.

[hermannsthumb]

OHMYGOD FOR THE HALLOWEEN PROMPT THE -IM THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS YOUR COSTUME AND THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO TEAR OFF MY CLOTHES- is CHEFS KISS on bro it works either way

from list of halloween prompts here

HELL YES!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE heres some newt and hermann fucking. 18+ not sfw below cut

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Things happen with Newton, Hermann’s learned to understand, as if Newton himself were a great, tumbling human avalanche: they happen very fast, all at once, and typically with a great deal of destruction left in their wake. Newton never plans in advance. Newton throws himself, spur of the moment, into every idea he has. Newton has never cared about insignificant little things like repercussions. Newton lives in the now.

In a way, it’s admirable.

In other ways--the way, for example, Newton has thrust a hand down Hermann’s trousers, his tongue down Hermann’s throat--it’s wildly overwhelming.

One hour ago, they were at a Shatterdome Halloween party, and Newton strolled in wearing the most absurd costume Hermann had ever seen: skimpy monk robes, of all things, the skirt cropped ridiculously short, slit up the side, the neck deep-cut, hood pulled up. A small apron was tied over that. He held a large potted plant.

“How’s the party so far?” he called over to Hermann.

Hermann ogled, of course. He also pretended he wasn’t ogling. Newton had very nice legs--stocky, sturdy, thick, ending in very soft thighs--and Hermann often liked to imagine what they would look like wrapped around Hermann’s waist, or perhaps spread wide and lifted up high, or what Hermann’s fingers would look like splayed across one of those soft thighs. It was difficult to look at Newton (and his prominently displayed legs) now and not immediately begin to fantasize. “Hm,” Hermann said, eloquently.

Newton strode over to him. He was already a cocky little bastard as is, but Halloween always gave him an extra level of confidence that sent his ego skyrocketing through the roof. God help them all. “What are you supposed to be?” he said. “I don’t recognize your costume.”

This was because Hermann was not wearing a costume. Hermann never wore a costume, not unless it was under duress (typically Newton-applied duress), and this was the first year in recent memory no one made him put on Vulcan ears or a Sherlock Holmes hat. “I’m a physicist,” Hermann said.

“You’re so lame,” Newton said. He smoothed his hand over his skirt and grinned, clearly eager to sway the conversation topic over to himself. It was why, after all, he wore costumes like this every year he could: for the attention. He usually got it. “I bet you can’t guess mine. No one’s been able to.”

Hermann seized the chance to stare at Newton’s legs some more. (One thing that was nice about the skirt was that Hermann wouldn’t have to waste time stripping Newton out of a bunch of layers--he could just lift it up. Hypothetically, of course.) When he finally dragged his eyes away and up to the potted plant, a closer inspection revealed it was a common pea plant. “Oh,” Hermann said. A great classic costume of Halloween--‘slutty’, as Newton would say, variations on everything. “I see. You’re meant to be an--ah--loose Gregor Mendel. How charming.” 

Newton’s grin slipped away. “Holy shit,” he said.

This excited Newton, for some reason, and he was flinging himself at Hermann (to Hermann’s pleased bewilderment) no more than five minutes later, with pleads for Hermann to call him loose again, among a host of other rather degrading terms, and assuring Hermann that he was an expert on breeding and that he’d be more than happy to give Hermann a demonstration.

“I think that’s somewhat of a biological impossibility for us,” Hermann told him, but this was when Newton shoved his hand down Hermann’s trousers, and Hermann did not feel much like arguing the point from then on.

“Don’t you think,” he says now, “we ought to go one of our quarters? For more--” He groans, and gives Newton’s hair a sharp tug, “--oh, hell, for more privacy? You’re good at this.”

“Mm,” Newton agrees. He pulls off of Hermann’s prick for only a moment, long enough only to say “No, I’m good here” and press a sloppy kiss to the tip. Then he sucks him back down, deep enough his nose brushes Hermann’s pubic hair. By Jove--he is good at this.

The supply closet is too dark for Hermann to properly see Newton, beyond the vaguest shape of his body and the occasional glint of his glasses in the small bit of light from the crack under the door. It’s a bit of a shame, really; Hermann would like to see him. He would like to burn the image of Newton on his knees with his incessantly running mouth finally stuffed full into his brain forever. “Newton,” he says, “ah, I would--I would prefer it.” He finally admits, a little shyly, “I would like to see you. And touch you.” He would also like to get the chance to wrap those legs around him, and he’s not sure they’d be able to do it here without knocking a great deal of cleaning products over and causing a mess.

Newton pops off again. “You’re adorable,” he laughs. His voice is already a little cracked from the blowjob. “Okay, fine. Then I can tear your ugly fucking clothes off of you already.” A kiss to the base of his prick. “Mine or yours, baby?”

“Baby,” Hermann echoes, faintly. Newton flicks his tongue over him again, and Hermann’s knees start to wobble dangerously. His sweaty hand slips on his cane. “Guh--Newton, I said--”

“Couldn’t help it,” Newton says. “You sound so funny. Okay, mine it is, but I’m totally putting on the spooky Halloween sound effects record.”

Newton was not kidding. Hermann manages to tune it out eventually, though the occasional witch cackle still makes him jump.

“Grab my ass,” Newton urges into his mouth. He’s a bit over-eager when it comes to kissing, too much teeth and tongue, not enough finesse. Twice he’s bitten Hermann’s tongue instead of his lip. “Mm, wait, no, under the robe, under it. Don’t be shy, dude, you just had your dick--”

“Okay,” Hermann says. He obeys. Newton gives a wanton moan.

“Fuck yeah,” he whimpers. He sits up to roll their hips together (Hermann, still achingly hard from their closet tryst, Newton getting there as well) while Hermann continues to squeeze at his round rear, and then unceremoniously rips Hermann’s shirt open. A button pings off the glass of water on Newton’s side table; the rest go who-knows where else. Hermann can’t say he’s too upset. “You’re so good at this. Fuck.”

“I’m just laying here,” Hermann says.

“It’s hot,” Newton says. He rips the front of his own robes open a bit wider, giving Hermann a glimpse of two hard pink nipples, then begins to slip down Hermann’s body. Hermann’s prick is back in his mouth and then down his throat in moments. The record switches to chains rattling and ghostly moans.

How strange this all is. “You wanna fuck my pecs?” Newton suddenly says, popping up again. His lips are pink and slick with Hermann’s precome and his own saliva. Hermann notices he’s begun pinching at his nipples with the hand he’s not got wrapped around Hermann. “Then you can jizz on my face.”

“You are obscene,” Hermann wheezes, but his prick gives a very obvious twitch at the thought of a messy, filthy Newton kneeling over him. He’s always harbored secret fantasies of dirtying up his glasses, too. 

Newton grins.

Hermann will admit it’s a strange sensation, but it’s not a bad one, especially not with the gorgeous little grunts Newton is making all the while, the way his pink tongue is poking between his pink lips in concentration. He does not even have to take his robe off for it. “You’re very good at this, too,” Hermann remarks. He thinks Newton is, anyway; he doesn’t have much to compare it too.

“I know,” Newton says. He winks. “Okay, are you gonna come soon? I’m getting kinda--”

Almost on cue, Hermann’s orgasm catches Newton mid-sentence: his release lands on Newton’s chest, neck, and mouth in equal parts, staining his tattoos. Newton blinks. He drops his hands. “Cool,” he says. He adjusts his glasses.

Once he finally has the breath to spare (the record having moved along into Toccata and Fugue in D Minor) Hermann declares “I would like to suck you off under your skirt.”

“Cool,” Newton repeats.

[sherrybaby14]

Hey, thanks so much for answering me. I would like to request one story, and this is weirdly specific, where Olivia is Negan's forced mistress in Alexandria and even if she pretend to hate around everyone, she secretly likes it and Negan loves to taunt her about it every time they are together.

And Away we go!!!  

Olivia’s Choice

Words:  4000

Relationships:  Negan X Olivia

Warnings:  NSFW, Smut, Sex,

Thisone isn’t really that dark, but asked and answered! 

Tags: @marauderice

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“Your people are moving slow Rick.”Negan swung Lucille in a huge circle. “Maybe my barb wire betty needs to speedthem up a little.”

               “Ugh.”Olivia stood on the front porch about twenty five feet away.  

               Shehadn’t expected anyone to hear her disgust, but both Negan and Rick turnedtheir attention towards her.  She squaredher shoulders hoping to look strong as if she meant to make an audiblereaction.

               “Excuseme.” Negan walked towards her. “Do you have something to say?”

               “You’rea weirdo.” Olivia saw the panic on Rick’s face and tried not to let it spreadto hers.  She dealt with bullies herentire life and knew not to back down.  

               A hugegrin spread across Negan’s face and started to laugh.  

               “Mostpeople don’t call ruthless killers ‘weirdos’.” Negan dropped the smile. “Youthink it’s weird I’m going to kill one more of your friends?”  

               “No.”Olivia crossed her arms. “I think it’s weird that you named a baseball bat, andI think it’s even stranger than the inanimate object also comes withnicknames.”  

               In theway that only Negan could a smile spread across his face.  Olivia couldn’t deny he was handsome.  She didn’t think anyone here could, but goodlucks and charm would only take a person so far.  She was not about to back down from him.   He pointed a finger towards her.

               “I likethis one.”  With a big grin he spun backtowards Rick and walked to the middle of the street.  “Alright, nobody has to die, but I’m in needof some release then.”

               “Release?”Rick leaned forward.

               Oliviaknew exactly what Negan meant, and Rick did too.  She felt bad for whoever the man in the leatherjacket picked.  There was no doubt inOlivia’s mind she would not be his chosen conquest.  Rosita and Tara were walking out of a house,carrying items to be taken away. Olivia’s heart panged for them, she had a feeling one of them was aboutto feel the true wrath of Negan.

               “Lucilleis thirsty.” Negan walked towards Rosita. “So either she gets her release or Ido.  I just want a quick hummer.  Nothing fancy.”

               “No.”  Rick’s voice shook.

               Neganslid his arm around Rosita’s shoulders. Olivia watched as her friend fought the urge to push the man away.  She wondered if Rosita would go through withit.  Suck off the handsome man inexchange for her life.  Olivia cringed,thinking she just used the word handsome instead of diabolical.  

               “Howabout it?”  Negan yelled.

               Oliviacame back to reality and saw Negan’s eyes were on her.  He pushed Rosita to her knees in front ofhim.  

               “STOPTHIS.”  Rick tried to move in betweenthem.

               “You’renot part of this conversation Rick.” With a single arm Negan shoved him out of the way.  

               Oliviaglanced over her shoulders, certain she was misinterpreting something.

               “Yesyou.  Want to give the weirdo a blowjob?” Negan pointed Lucille towards her, while on of his hands held tight on toRosita’s shoulder. “Or should my inanimate object make your friend an inanimateobject?”

               “I’lldo it.”  Olivia walked to the steps.“Just stop.  I’ll do it.”

               “Nowthat’s a team player.”  Negan pushedRosita to the ground and stalked towards Olivia.

               Therewas a hunger on his face that was foreign to Olivia.  He was staring at her with desire and it madeher flush.  Nobody looked at her likethat.  

               “Oliviastop.”  Rick was a few feet behind Negan.“You don’t have to do this.”

               “Offeringto take her place Ricky?”  Negan spoke,but his eyes never left her face.  “I betyou have some skills with your tongue. Maybe some other time.  Right nowI’ve already got a date.”

               Neganmade it to the porch and walked up the steps two at a time.  Olivia would not bow to him.  He stood next to her and she craned her neckupwards.  His physical presence was muchmore imposing up close. He cocked his head to the side and held out hisarm.  

               “Shallwe?”  

               It hadbeen too long since someone looked at Olivia this way.  She wasn’t sure if anyone ever had.  Her mind forgot that he had killed two of hercomrades and just threatened another.  Shewas almost eager to have his attentions and placed her hand on his arm. Theystrolled into the empty house and Negan slammed the door behind them.  

               “Howdoes this…”  Before Olivia could get herquestion out Negan’s lips were on hers.

               Hesmashed them hard and pressed his tongue out. Olivia managed to open her mouth and he probed hers.  There was no doubting the passion and desirethat was going through him.  His handswere on her jeans and he was quick to undo waist and push them down.  Olivia tried to pull away from the kiss, buthe moved forward with her.  Then hishands were on her t-shirt and he started to pull it over her head.  

               “Wait.”  He had to break the kiss to get it over herhead. “Why do I need to undress for a blow job?”

               Neganwas breathing heavily.  His eyes were onher chest and stomach.  She was in lessthan sexy underwear and wrapped her arms around her midsection, trying to coverherself.

               “No waylittle girl.” Negan pushed her arms down. “I love a full figured woman.  There aren’t many of you left.”  

               Hislips were back on hers.  He was pressingso hard Olivia was sure she was going to split a lip. One of his hands pushed herpanties down while the other cupped her mound. She tried to push against his shoulders, embaressed of what he wouldfind.

               “I knewit.”  Negan raised his hand and showedoff her wetness. “The second you wouldn’t bow your head I saw that hungry lookin your eyes.”

               Hebrought his hand up and licked his fingers, all the while smiling that handsomegrin.  

               “Oh hoho.  Parisian chefs couldn’t make a glazethis tasty.”  Negan pushed her backtowards the couch and sat her down.  

               Oliviawas unsure what to do.  Then he undid hisjeans and pushed them down sending his cock springing forward.  Her breath caught in her throat at the sizeof him and she licked her lips, no longer trying to hide her eagerness.  She was glad he had chosen her and gave herthe guise off doing this to protect Rosita, because truthfully she would havedone it anyway.  

               Shemoved forward, ready to take him in her mouth, but was greeted with a hand onher shoulder, laying her down on the couch.

               “Whatare you doing?” Olivia asked. “I can suck you when I’m on my back.”

               Shestarted to think of the physics behind the statement when he climbed on top ofher.  A feeling of fullness came over herand she looked up to see his cock disappear inside her.  The suddenness of the intrusion and thepleasure made Olivia moan.

               “That’sit.” Negan did not start gentle as he rammed his cock in and out of her. “Moanfor papa and cum like the good girl you are.”

               Oliviawas too stunned to participate much, but her hips started meeting him involuntarily,like she was on autopilot.  

               “Butyou’re not a good girl are you?”  Negan’sfists were right next to her head. “You’re my slutty girl.  A girlwho loves being fucked by weirdos.  Isn’tthat right?”

               Oliviastarted panting.  The words he was sayingwere upping her pleasure as much as his cock sliding in and out of her.

               “Sayit.”  Negan started to rock even harder.“Say it as you cum.”

               Oliviadidn’t know what he was talking about, but she was too close to stop and thinkabout it.

               “If youdon’t say what a slut you are I’ll stop.”

               “I’myour slutty girl.”  Olivia threw her headback.

               Theorgasm rippled down her, feeling like it started in her head and flowed down toher toes.  Negan grunted and explodedinside her.  

               “Shit.”  Negan pulled out and sat up. “I got soexcited I didn’t show your tits any love.”

               Oliviascooted back on the couch.  Her orgasmwas subsiding and she realized how wrong this situation was.  She tried to cover herself and reach for herclothing.  Negan’s eyes were looking upand down her body and she tried to pivot away.

               “Imeant what I said sweetheart.”  Neganstood up and walked to her clothes. “Don’t cover that body up.  Youare more than curvy in all the right places.”

               Oliviadressed as quickly as possible.  

               “Nexttime, I won’t put on that show.”  Neganstraightened his jacket. “You’ll have to explain to your friends why you’relooking at me with those fuck me eyes and why we disappear into a housetogether.”

               “Idon’t know what you’re talking about.” Olivia was shocked. “You were going to kill Rosita. I had to..”

               “Yeah,yeah, yeah.” Negan walked towards the door. “Save the story for someone whowill believe it.”  

               Neganput his hand on the doorknob.  Beforeopening it he turned to look at her.

               “I’lllet Rick know it was the best head of my life.” He gave a wink. “Until next time darling.”

               Oliviawanted to scream there wouldn’t be a next time, but her voice caught in herthroat and her opportunity vanished.  Washe telling the truth?  Olivia had put upzero fight and admitted to herself she wanted the man.  What was wrong with her? Negan was a threatand insane.  His smile flashed before hereyes and she felt her chest heave.  

               Thedoor opened and she expected it to be him and was eager for round two.  She frowned when Rosita walked inside.  The woman ran over to her and threw her armsaround Olivia’s neck and sobbed into her shoulder.

               “Thankyou so much.”  Rosita held her tight.“I’m so sorry you had to do that, but thank you.  You saved my life.”

               Withsome trepidation Olivia raised her arms and hugged her friend back.

               “Youwould have done the same for me.”  It wasgeneric, but it was all Olivia could think to say.  

               Theypulled away and Rosita wiped her tears. She looked at Olivia and there was confusion on her face.

               “Did henot make you go through with it?”  Rositalooked a bit relieved.

               “Hedid.” Olivia didn’t think Negan would appreciate her making him look like aliar.

               “Sorry,you just don’t look as upset as I expected.” Rosita rose one side of her lip.

               “Iguess I’m in shock about it.”  Oliviaknew what sort of reaction Rosita wanted. She tried her best to muster up some tears. “It was awful, just awful.”

               Rositapulled Olivia to her and started to rub her head.  

               “I’m sosorry Olivia.  You really are ahero.”  Rosita continued to comfortOlivia.  

               Therewas no way she would admit the truth. That she didn’t need comforting at all.

~~~  

               Neganwas here for his pickup.  Olivia heardhis arrival and immediately went up the stairs to her bedroom.  She spent the week getting attention and pitylooks for everyone.  A random thank youwas thrown in here or there too.  

               “Areyou sure you don’t want someone in the house with you?” Rick had asked.“Guarding you?”

               Oliviastated multiple times she thought it was best she were alone.  In a way it was flattering, since Negan hadchosen her she has went from fly on the wall/babysitter to a person in need ofprotection.  Olivia considered herselfneither, but would play into whatever category people placed her.

               Itdidn’t take long before the front door opened. Olivia sat on her bed and waited. She listened to the feet climbing the stairs and then there was a knockon her door.  She stood up from the bedas Negan pushed the door open.

               Shespent all week fantasizing about him and then chastising herself for havingthese thoughts.  It created a strangereaction of horniness and guilt.  Nowthat he was actually in front of her the guilt was gone and pure lust radiatingthrough her.

               “Areyou hiding from me?”  A pressed smilecrossed his face. “Because you didn’t do a very good job.  I expected to see you on your porch when Iarrived.”

               Oliviagrabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. She was shocking herself with how forward she was being, but decided totake it a step forward.  She stepped outof her jeans and stood in front of him. This time she was prepared in some of her nicer undergarments. For thefirst time in forever she didn’t try and hide her body.  His eyes scanned her hips.  Negan’s lips spread over his teeth, lookingalmost proud.  He twirled a finger in theair.

               Oliviadid as instructed and turned around.  Sheheard him undressing and wanted to turn her shoulder.

               “Nopeaking.”  Negan’s voice was more sternthan playful.  

               Shefelt more exposed right now than she had in her entire life.  It was exhilarating.  She wanted hands on her body, the image ofhim running his tongue up and down her body sent shivers through her.  She wanted him on his knees diving into herfold with his lips and tongue.  

               “Whereare you disappearing to?”  Negan’s voicebroke the fantasy.

               “Nowhere.”

               “Idon’t believe you.”  His hands were onher bra.  “If you lie to me, I’ll have topunish you.”

               “I waspicturing you eating me out.” Olivia blurted out.

               “That’swhat I thought.” Negan undid the clasp. “I don’t think you’re the type of womanwho would enjoy a punishment.  Whatexactly was I doing in this picture?”  

               Neganslid her bra forward.  It fell to herfeet.  He brought each of his hands upfrom behind and cupped her breasts.  Hesqueezed and Olivia gasped.  Then hemoved his hands forward and started pinching and teasing her nipples.  She had no choice but to lean back againsthim as he worked them into hard rocks, sending pleasure down to her core.  

               “Youwere between my legs and your tongue was darting in and out of me.” Olivia washaving a hard time imagining it now, enjoying the way he was playing with hernipples too much. “Oh God, that feels good.”

               Oliviadidn’t think anyone had ever played with her breasts this way.  He started palming them and squeezingagain.  She hadn’t expected it to causesuch a reaction in her and whimpered with the need to be filled by him.  There was no doubt Negan was nude as she feltthe erection against her back.  

               “Maybenext time.”  Negan twisted and presseddown on her nipples.  “I’m too distractedwith your tits today.”

               Hemoved his mouth to her neck and started sucking as he pulled on her hardenedbuds.  She had to grab on to his thighsto keep from falling forward.  Hecontinued to alternate between rolling them between his fingers and pinchingdown.  The pleasure it was causingstarted to hurt, turning to frustration.

               “Please.”  She finally broke down and said it.

               “Pleasewhat?” Negan asked.

               “Fuckme.”  

               “Fuckyou like?” Negan asked.

               “Fuckme like I’m your little slut.”  

               “Goodgirl.”  Negan gave her rear a playfulslap before letting her underwear his the floor.  “Crawl on the bed.”

               Oliviadid as she was told.  When Negan didn’tfollow she started to whine.  

               “Youhave a gorgeous ass.”  He placed both ofhis hands on it and squeezed down. “Someday I am going to fuck it.”

               Oliviatightened her cheeks on instinct and started to move forward.  

               “Don’tworry.”  He grabbed her hips andstraddled the bed behind her. “Not today.”

               Oliviarelaxed a little.  She couldn’t shake thestrange feeling of disappointment.  Didshe subconsciously want Negan to fuck her in the ass?  Nobody had ever propositioned her for itbefore, so she just assumed it was never going to happen.  

               Negan’sfingers dug into her hips and he thrust inside with one slow stroke.  Olivia could feel her walls slowly expandingto accommodate him, making her all too aware of his size and the fullness hecould bring.  

               He wasin control as he gripped her hips and slammed in and out of her frombehind.  She felt so raw as he held herin place, making her breasts giggle with each slam.  She could only imagine how the rest of herbody was moving.

               “Goddamn girl.”  Negan started to pull outfurther before slamming in all the way. “I fucking love your womanly body.  I forgot how fucking beautiful this couldbe.”

               AllOlivia’s insecurities vanished.  Shestarted slamming herself backwards to meet Negan’s thrust, not caring about howshe looked or what he thought.  The loudgroan he let out told her he enjoyed her active participation. Olivia letherself go and started panting as she rocked against him, letting the tinglestake over her body as she greedily used his pole to push herself closer toorgasm.  

               Hishand reached under her and his fingers quickly found her clit.  He grabbed it and pinched down.  The result was instant and Olivia’s arms gaveout as she screamed, falling forward. Negan moved his other hand to the small of her back and with a few shortpushes he was filling her with his cum again.

               “Sorryabout that.”  Negan leaned down andkissed her back before pulling out and walking towards his clothes.

               “Sorryabout what?”  Olivia wanted to sink intothe bed.

               “I wasgoing to blow, had to make sure you got yours. Kind of used a short cut.”  Hegave her a wink as he pulled on his pants.

               “Ididn’t mind at all.”  Olivia pushedherself up and Negan handed her her underwear.

               “Whatwould it take to get you to come home with me?” Negan grinned.  “If I had theoption I would hit that every night.”

               “Nevergoing to happen.” Olivia started to dress.

               “Whynot?” Negan looked upset. “You don’t have anyone here riding that pussy do you?”

               Oliviadropped her mouth is disgust.  Thennoticed his features tighten.

               “Iswear to God, I’ll kill the fucker right now. Who is it?”  Negan was not joking.

               Olivashook her head.  He relaxed a bit andpulled her shirt on.

               “Idon’t like to share.”  He went for hisshoes. “So why not then?”

               “Thisis my home.  These are my people.”  Olivia folded her arms. “I would neverabandon them.”

               “No,but you’ll fuck the man they all hate.” Negan pulled on his jacket. “How are you going to explain thisone?”  

               “I’mnot going to tell them.”  Olivia grabbedher shirt.

               “Well Iam.”  Negan grabbed the bedroom door.“I’m going to give them all the details.”

               “Don’t.”  Olivia stood up and went for her jeans.

               “Comehome with me and I won’t.”

               “Never.”  She needed to get out there before he ruinedher reputation.  

               “Yourloss.”  Negan left the room and slammedthe door.  

               Oliviatried to dress quickly, but the orgasm and nerves made it difficult to steadyherself.  Once she was presentable she openedthe door and ran down the stairs.  It wastoo late.  She could hear Negan throughthe front window.

               “I meanshe is a real gem.” Negan yelled. “Best piece of pussy I’ve ever had.  The way she takes that cock like a pro whileacting all demur.  Hot damn!”  

               Oliviaturned red.  She couldn’t believe she sowillingly slept with this monster.  Shespun around and ran back up to her room, as she sat on the bed she started tocry.  What would people think of hernow?  The truth was out there.  She fucked Negan and loved every second ofit.  Their judgments would be plain asday.  Would they even let her stay?

               A knockat her door made her stomach turn.  Shelooked up, curious who the first person to outcast her would be.  When it opened and Rosita stood there,without a bit of judgment on her face and instead remorse Olivia’s lips partedin confusion.  The dark haired woman raninto the room and sat down next to Olivia.

               “I’m sosorry.”  She wrapped her arm around her.“I can’t believe he did that to you. Once they leave Rick is going to take you to Hilltop, to the doctor.”

               “What?”Olivia looked up. “You’re not mad at me?”

               “Ofcourse not.” Rosita wiped away one of Olivia’s tears. “None of this is yourfault.  Negan is a monster.  Next time he comes for you we will protectyou.”

               Oliviarealized they hadn’t believed Negan and thought he attacked her or forced herin some way.  She knew she should correctRosita but couldn’t bring herself to do it. There was no way this would not end badly, but would rather have the lieblow up than have to come clean with the truth.

~~~  

               “Thisreally isn’t necessary.”  Olivia paced onthe porch.

               Rickstood at the bottom steps as if he were watching guard.  Rosita, Eugene, Spencer, and Eric made up therest of the brigade.  Today was the dayit was going to blow up in her face.  Shekept telling herself she could live with the lie.  Nobody in Alexandria had to know what awilling participant she was.

               Negan’sconvoy pulled up and her lips trembled. Rosita reached out and grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze.  

               “It’salright. We’ll protect you.”  

               “Wellwell well, what have we here?”  Negan gotout of his car and started approaching the house.  “You hiding something up there?”

               “You’renot touching Olivia this time.” Rick moved to directly in front of Negan.

               The manin the leather jacket smiled,  then helooked past Rick and locked eyes with Olivia, making her heart race.

               “Isthat what you want?” He cocked his head to the side.

               Oliviadropped her eyes to the porch.  It wasthe first time she had ever broken eye contact with him and a piece of herheart ached.

               “I’mdisappointed doll.”  Negan sounded a bittheatrical. “If that’s what you want I’ll leave you alone.  I’ll never look at you with lust filledeyes,  I’ll never let my fingers exploreyour body, I’ll never praise you for the wonderful things that beautiful bodycan do.  I’ll never give you any moreearth shattering org…”

               “THAT’SENOUGH!” Rick yelled. “Can’t you stop torturing the poor girl?”

               “Oh I’mtorturing her alright.”  Negan turnedback to Rick and Olivia looked up. “But not in the way you think.”

               He wasright.  Olivia clenched down and felt theslickness between her legs.  

               “Youwant to give all that up because you won’t admit to your friends you enjoyfucking me?” Negan asked.  “This is aone-time offer baby girl.  Tell them thetruth and I will be your dick-on-demand. Lie and you’re nothing but a random worker to me.”

               Oliviastudied his face.  She tried to avoidmaking eye contact, but it was impossible not to look at him.  

               “I toldyou the first one was free, but no excuses for time number two.”  Negan shook his head.  

               Therewas too long of a silence on her part. She felt Rosita tug her hand and Olivia looked to her with wide, shockedeyes.  The dark haired beauty mistook herhesitation for fear.

               “Leaveher alone.” Rosita yelled. “If you touch her again I will rip your dick off andshove it down your throat.”

               Thesmile fell from Negan’s face and he raised his hands in defeat.  

               “Alright.”He took a few steps back. “Let’s forget about your curvy resident and move onto the drop.  You have my word. I’llnever touch her again.”

               Therewas a hint of anger in his voice and Olivia almost cried out for him to stop.Rosita gave her another hug and tears started running down her cheeks.  She let out a loud sob and Rosita held hertighter.  

               Oliviahad a choice.  She could have admittedher feelings for a man who looked at her like no other, who made her feel likeno other, but instead she kept her mouth shut and kept the respect of herfriends.  Even though only seconds hadpassed Olivia knew she made the wrong decision and that there was nothing shecould do about it.  She closed her eyesand pictured his smile, knowing that she was the sort of person who could lovea monster.