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Summary: To the world, Jason Voorhees is death incarnate. To his wife, he is the man who catches falling leaves before they can touch her.
The forest was loud that evening.
Branches swayed together overhead, cicadas sang from somewhere beyond the lake, and the breeze carried the scent of damp earth after an afternoon shower.
Jason walked ahead as he always did. Not because he wanted to leave you behind, but because he was clearing the path without even thinking about it.
A fallen branch blocked the narrow trail.
He stopped.
One enormous hand wrapped around the thick limb, lifting it as though it weighed nothing before tossing it several metres away. The path was clear again.
You smiled.
“You know I could’ve stepped over it.”
Jason glanced over one shoulder. Even behind the weathered hockey mask, you recognised the look immediately.
No.
That single tilt of his head was enough. He wasn’t going to risk you tripping. You caught up to him, slipping your fingers around two of his. Your entire hand barely fit around them.
He looked down.
For a second, the towering killer who haunted Crystal Lake simply stood there, looking at your joined hands as though they fascinated him.
Then his fingers curled carefully around yours.
Always gentle.
You continued walking. Leaves occasionally drifted from the trees above, spinning lazily toward the ground. One floated directly toward your face.
Before it could touch you, Jason’s hand appeared.
The leaf landed against the back of his glove instead.
You laughed.
“Jason…”
He looked at the leaf.
Then at you.
As if he genuinely couldn’t understand why you found it amusing.
“You know,” you teased, “I can survive a leaf.”
His shoulders rose slightly.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
You laughed harder, stepping in front of him.
“Come here.”
Jason stopped immediately.
There wasn’t a force on Earth capable of making him obey another person. Yet when you held your arms open, he complied without hesitation.
He bent his knees slightly so you could reach him.
You wrapped your arms around his middle.
Even then, you barely reached halfway around his waist.
“You worry too much.”
One hand settled carefully against your back. The pressure was almost nonexistent.
You had watched him drive an axe through solid timber. You had watched him throw grown men several feet with one arm. Now that same hand rested against you with the caution of someone holding blown glass.
“You know,” you murmured against his jacket, “everyone thinks you’re frightening.”
He remained still.
“They’ve never seen this side of you.”
His thumb moved once against your back. The closest thing Jason had to absent-minded affection. You leaned back enough to look up at the mask.
“I have.”
His hand rose to your cheek. His rough, scarred fingers brushed your skin with impossible care. As if he was afraid pressing even a little too hard. You leaned into his touch.
“I love you too.”
He froze.
Those words always affected him.
Jason never said them aloud.
Perhaps he couldn’t. Perhaps he didn’t know how anymore. Instead, he answered the only way he ever had.
He rested his forehead against yours, the edge of the hockey mask touching your brow. His free arm encircled your waist completely, sheltering you against his chest.
The woods continued around you. Birds called. The lake rippled. Nothing dared come closer.
Not because Jason was standing there, but because every living creature in Crystal Lake seemed to understand something instinctively.
The giant in the hockey mask wasn’t hunting tonight. He was simply holding the most precious thing in his world, and if anyone, or anything, disturbed that peace.
The forest itself would remember why everyone feared the name Jason Voorhees.
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Toddler Dixon, pointing at him in warning: I do it!
Daryl, throwing up his arms: Alright then.
-ten minutes later-
Toddler Dixon, a pull-up, no shirt, a sock on one hand, one of Y/N’s shoes swallowing up a tiny foot, and one of Daryl’s shirts tied haphazardly as a cape: I ready.
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summary - when the world was good, negan had always visited the strawberry shack after work and when the world ended, he didn't expect to find the place still up and running.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
Negan stared shocked at the building still standing as though it had never been touched by the apocalypse. The sign still flashing ‘The Strawberry Shack’, no sign of the dead around. He was brought back to when the world was fine when the dead didn’t walk. He remembered finding this place and heading inside, finding the perfect woman each time. That woman being you, you were the one he’d cheat on his wife with. You’d take away all his thoughts and feelings. He wondered if there was anyone inside, so with large strides, Negan heads toward the building and enters. Stopping short as he sees the same woman sitting at the front desk.
“Hiya hun, nice to see ya again. What would you like?” She taps her perfectly manicured nails against the counter, staring at him as she waits for his response.
“Sex, sugar. But I got no cash.” Negan watches, waiting to wake up and for this to be a dream.
The woman waves her hand, “Don’t worry, hun. It’s free of charge for our favourite customer.” She smirks, “You know where to go.” He nods, walking toward the door and he surveys the room. It seems that only one person is working, and he’d recognise that arse anywhere.
“I see you’re still working, sugar. Even with the hell going on outside.” He walks closer, eyes focused on how you clench around nothing at his voice. “How I’ve missed you. Shit.” He groans, feeling his cock harden and throb. Negan grabs the flesh of your arse, giving it a good squeeze before he reaches down and plays with your clit. “Fuck, sugar. You’re already so wet for me.” He leans Lucille against the wall as he reaches down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his cock. Giving it a few strokes, watching precum leak for his swollen tip. “So, fucking hard for you.”
Negan lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down as he collects your juices before he slowly pushes into you. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, leaning one hand against the wall while the other grips your hips. “Jesus, sugar. You’re so fucking tight!” He groans, sliding deep inside of you before pulling back out and thrusting in, repeating the movements over and over. “Shit!” His balls slap against your clit, causing you to dig your nails into the bench beneath you, your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper.
Your moans fill the room alongside the slapping of skin, you wiggle your arse, pushing up against him, causing him to go deeper inside of you. “That’s it, baby girl. You gonna let Daddy breed you, huh? Pump you full of my cum like before? You miss being full of me, sugar?” Negan’s words cause you to clench around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Yes! Yes! Please breed me, Daddy! Pump me full!” You whine, your toes curl as you cum, coating Negan’s cock with your juices. He grips your hips harder, burying himself deeper inside of you as he cums, coating your walls with his white cream. You sag, sinking into the bench beneath you.
“Fuck me, sugar. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. Might have to take you with me.” Negan groans as he gently pulls out of you, tucking his cock back into his jeans and pushing his cum that leaks from your cunt back in. You let out a huff, your lower half tingling. “I gotta go, sugar. I hope we meet again.” He pinches your cheek before grabbing Lucille, swinging his bat over his shoulder and walks off, giving the woman at the front desk a nod before leaving, heading back to his sanctuary.
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You were bent over the desk, struggling to untangle some wires. Unaware of the eyes watching you and the presence behind you. You jump as a hand rests on your lower back, causing you to straighten up, your eyes landing on your new boss, Charles.
He smiles down at you, hand still resting against your back. “You alright? You seem to be having a bit of trouble there?”
You hum, nodding. “Mmhm… Yeah, thanks.”
“I think I’m the only woman in the office that isn’t attracted to Charles…” You stare at the camera before your eyes drift out the window, staring at a certain salesman. “He’s just not…” Your voice dies down, not finishing your sentence. You look back at the camera, blinking rapidly as you come out of your daze. “Anyway, I get the impression he doesn’t exactly like that?”
“Did you need any help? I can happily have a look at it for you. Don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“I’m… uh good… Thank you though.” You give an awkward smile, your body twisting slightly to try and get his hand to drop but it doesn’t budge.
From across the room, Jim glares slightly. His grip tightens on the pen, he didn’t even feel this amount of jealousy and anger when Pam was with Roy. He stands, making his way over when he notices how uncomfortable you seem.
“L/n? No, no…” Jim shakes his head at the camera, “I don’t… We’re not… She’s just… We’re friends.” He stumbles over his words, eyes drifting out the window, immediately finding you. “I don’t even know where you would get the idea that I like her…”
“Hey.” You let out a breath of relief as Jim appears next to you, slightly pushing Charles away. “I came to help you with the thing you needed help with.”
You smile, subconsciously moving closer to him. “Yeah, that’s right!” You turn to Charles and put on an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry! I completely forgot I asked Jim to help me before.”
He looks between you and Jim, a scowl appearing on his face. “Oh. That’s alright, I guess.” He goes to turn before adding. “But if you need anything, you can always come find me.” He finally leaves.
You shudder, looking up at Jim. “Thank you… He makes me so uncomfortable. I don’t know why he doesn’t take the hint that I’m not into him.” You scrunch your nose, shaking your head a bit.
“All good. Now, what have you been trying to do this whole time?” Jim gestures towards your desk and you nod, moving over, feeling him press against your back. You swallow hard, hesitant to move because one small move would cause you to brush up or press up against Jim… Especially the lower half of him.
“Uh…” You swallow, feeling him press closer, leaning over to look as well. “Some of my wires got tangled and caught onto something” Your pulse quickened, and your heart pumped hard and fast.
“Oh, that’s an easy fix* Jim’s hand skims your arm as he leans over, fixing your problem. “See.” Only to cause another problem between your legs.
You facepalm, "Oh, now I feel stupid." You turn, your breath catching in your throat as you choke out. "T-thank you though."
Jim smiles down at you, "How about you thank me by agreeing to go to lunch?"
You didn’t know how it happened… One minute you were getting into Jim’s car, ready to go to lunch and the next he was pulling into a secluded area and your hands ended up pressing against the cars roof.
“Fuck… Jim!” You moaned, his large hands gripping your hips as he bounces you up and down on his cock. Your hands move, gripping and tugging his hair as he pounds up into you.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” He groans, his lips latching onto your neck, covering it with kisses and marks. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
You nod, head falling back as a moan falls from your lips. “I am… I’m a tease!” You struggle to get the words out as he hits deep inside you, pounding harder and harder into you causing you to clench around him. “Feels so good!”
Jim cups the back of your head, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. Teeth and tongues clashing as moans fill your mouths and his hips move faster. “You gonna cum for me, Sweetheart?”
You moan into the kiss, pressing against him more, clinging to him as you rapidly nod, your hips rolling and jerking. “P—please. I wanna cum…” Your eyes roll back as Jim jerks up, hitting the soft spot deep inside causing you to clench and pulse around him, cumming fast and hard. “O—oh! Jim!”
“Fuck…” Jim grips your hips tight as his cock twitches, thick cum painting the inside of your cunt.
Negan smut/breeding kink? He has wives but yn is his favorite one?
Hi, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it!
summary - you are negan's favourite wife, causing the other wives to become hateful. add a crazy leader, a lonely wife, and jealous wives, maybe dinner wouldn't be so bad.
warning - smut, public sex, voyuerism, creampie, breeding kink, swearing, treated badly, talks of punishment.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips.
The wives at the Sanctuary hated you, Negan’s wives to be exact. Especially Sherry. How could you have known that when Negan and his men saved you from a herd that you would become his favourite wife? It wasn’t like you tried, you had simply wanted to be his without an ultimatum. It definitely wasn’t your fault that he declared you the favourite, treating you differently than the other wives and bumping them down from his radar.
Negan had noticed that you wanted to be his wife, unlike the others. He started noticing the differences. Of course, he wasn’t going to drop them though. He didn’t with his first wife, so you weren’t going to be any different in that department. He wasn’t a loyal man, but he was a generous one.
You had been sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria, which wasn’t really allowed as the wives were supposed to all sit together. But seeing as they hated you, it was safer to at least have lunch by yourself. You were so focused on pushing the food around with your fork that you didn’t notice the leader, your husband walking in. His gaze first landed on the wives table, brows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there, but the women had perked up. Negan wasn’t stupid, they had only started doing that when they realised, he had favoured you over them.
He ignored them, instead his eyes roamed around the room until he found you at a small table in the corner. Hiding away from everyone, his long legs carried him as he strides over there, his brows still furrowed and a frown on his lips. “Shit babydoll. What’re you doing sitting all the way over here? Alone too.” He glared, but you could feel that it wasn’t directed towards you. He was probably wondering why one of his men didn’t follow you and at least hang around, because he sure as fuck didn’t think his other wives needed around ten of his men at their table.
You looked up from your food, eyes wide and the movements of your fork stopped. “Uh…” Your gaze had moved to the side, seeing the other wives glaring before you looked back into his. Being his wife only protected you from certain things, but it didn’t protect you from the other wives. You had to come up with an excuse, knowing it would only end badly if the women found out you outed them. “I wanted to be alone today…” You played with the hem of your short chocolate-brown dress, a small split on the side. Being Negan’s favourite meant you didn’t have to wear a black dress like the other wives, sometimes you did if there was an extremely pretty dress in that colour, but other times you liked wearing something that separated you from them.
Today you decided to wear something simple, not feeling the need to dress up and also making sure to wear something you could run in just in case there was the need to. Being smart enough to either carry an extra pair of clothes with you or even stuffing some in hidden spots so you wouldn’t have to always run in a dress. Negan had been so busy with another group that you didn’t think you’d be seeing him, if you knew then you would’ve dressed up a bit more, you liked looking nice for him.
Negan’s eyes roam your face, watching as your eyes dart around and away from him, your plump bottom lip being chewed by your teeth. He knew you were lying. He leaned back a bit with his bat over his shoulder as usual. “Well shit, Sweetness. You wanna tell me why you’re lying?” He leans forward when you look down, placing one hand on the table. He doesn’t need to look to know that his other wives are smirking, thinking you’re going to get into trouble for sitting way over here. “You better tell me, babydoll or I’m going to fuck you on this table while everybody watches.” He smirks as you squirm in your seat, now looking up at him with big wide eyes and a pout.
You weren’t opposed to the idea, but there was no way you were going to tell him the truth because nothing would be done about it and it would end up worse for you.
“Not gonna tell me, sweetness?” He stares down at you hungrily, lust swirling in his eyes as he pictures taking you in front of everyone. Usually, Negan isn’t the type of man to let people see what’s his. But he’s willing to do this to show certain people that no matter what, they will never be better than you. “Stand for me, sugar.” Negan had so many pet names for you, it wasn’t funny. That’s also another thing added onto why the wives hated you, they only ever were called by their first name or by number.
You stand, legs a bit wobbly as you realise what’s to come. Negan walks around the table, pushing the food tray away before he stands behind you completely, pressing up against you. You bite down on your bottom lip as he leans forward and whispers into your ear. “You’re going to bend over for me, babydoll and I’m gonna fuck you, do you understand?” You nod, clouds of lust cover your eyes. Negan brings his bat around, hovering it over your throat. “Words, Princess. You know the drill.”
“Y–Yes, Daddy…” A whimper slips from your lips as you bend over the table, your dress riding up against Negan. Everyone’s eyes are already on what’s happening, you could practically feel the wives anger from here.
Negan smirks, he places his bat down on the table and grips your arse through your dress. “Shit, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all fuckin’ day.” He presses his bulge against you, rocking into you. Negan groans, lifting your dress and moving your knickers to the side, he licks his lips at the sight. “Well, ain’t this the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Your cheeks heat up as he says that loud enough for everyone to hear. Negan makes quick work of his belt and zipper, already pulling out his thick cock. You moan, burying your face into your arms as he rubs his cock against your pussy before lining up with your entrance and pushing in with a groan.
“Daddy!” You gasp, pushing back against him. You don’t think you’d ever get used to his size.
He presses his hand against your lower back as he begins to pound into you. Negan looks around with a smirk, fucking you like this in front of everyone feels fucking fantastic. He continues to fuck you harder and faster while he looks over at the other wives, enjoying the looks of anger on their faces, knowing that out of all of them, you’re the one he’s claiming in front of everyone.
“Shit! You feel good, sweetness!” Negan grunts, looking down at you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans fill the room, and you reach out to grip onto the table. You can already feel your orgasm building up, your eyes roll back when Negan pounds into your g-spot. “You like this, babydoll?” He groans, gripping you tighter. “Of course you do. You love your Daddy.”
You nod, whining. “Yes! Yes! I love my Daddy!” You moan, clenching around him.
“I’m going to put a fucking baby in you, sweetheart.” He growls, leaning over you, fucking harder into you. “Gonna be mine for-fucking-ever. Get you all round with my child, show everyone you’re my fucking favourite!”
Your pussy squeezes him, sucking him in deeper as you cum hard. “Yes, Daddy! Ohh…”
Negan groans, head tilting back and eyes falling shut as your pussy squeezes his cock. “Shit, sweetheart!” He buries himself deep inside of you, feeling thick amounts of cum shooting out of his cock, filling you to the brim. Negan presses a kiss to the back of your head before pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. You shakily stand and fix your dress while he picks his bat back up and wraps an arm around your waist. “Aight! Get back to work ya fucking pieces of shit! I’m goin’ go fuck my wife some more!”
You cling to him as he walks you out of the cafeteria. “I wasn’t lying bout making ya round with my child.” He whispers into your ear, smirking when you whimper. “And I’ll deal with the others.” He squeezes your side, thinking of all the ways he could punish the other wives for treating you like shit.
