#henry delarue x reader

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Dangerous Game

This was a request from @sparkythefallen1

Warnings: blood, angst, romance, smut

Bounty hunting ain’t easy. But it wasn’t hard either, it was way better pay than any other job could offer. The only thing it cost was having a dead heart. No emotions were involved when it came to killing assholes for your clients. But this one in particular was a doozy. You had many people come to you about him, but it wasn’t the right price. Until a woman of interest came into the picture. She had no way of speaking but showed the offer that peaked your interest. Done.

The first steps was to figure out your target and to find out all the details. You knew from your client he was prideful, ruthless, rude, and a brute. So no mercy against the kill. Next thing, he wore a maroon coat with a black hat, along woth a handlebar mustache. Lastly, how to gain trust from him. Apparently the town you were heading to hated this man already. With the word of him killing a man and an old woman before everyone. So he will die without being missed. To keep a good cover up you went to be a bartender at the saloon.

A month’s time has passed and you knew Henry very well. He would regularly come in to drink himself stupid and talk business with his men. They were pigs but somehow his charm was growing on you. Especially the way he would flirt and call you “Princess”. His first impression wasn’t a good one however. Henry came in to see you and tried sweet talking to get into your pants. But you scoffed at him. Some nights he would flap his jaw about nonsense or in means to brag about himself. You did seem interested in him and he was most definitely pleased. But your attraction to him had to be hidden. Now he’s here again, walking in and looking all sexy.

“Evening Princess.”

“Mr. Delarue.”

You both talked for a moment and he was off with his men. You kept making beer after beer and saw how drunk they become. Especially Henry, he was swaying around and slurring his words. You couldn’t have him here like this, so you closed up. As everyone left, you made sure to get Henry to his bed safely. Upon arriving Henry tossed away his hat and coat onto the floor. While he became occupied with his boots you scanned carefully at his space. Wasn’t much of a housekeeper but not a man of possessions either.

“Princesssss.” You look at him face down in his pillow wearing a cute smile to see his dimples. You walked over and gently lowered your hand to ruffle his hair.

“I think you’re the only person who I actually trust. You’re special.” He muttered out before his eyes shut. You were in shock at what you heard. In a way it’s sad but it also made you frustrated. It was like your heart wanted to beat for him but your mind shut that down. This was an opportunity, in which you reached into your boot. As your blade was brought out you lingered it over his head. You cursed yourself because he should be dead now. In the past it wouldn’t have taken you so long but this was too obvious. You tucked it away and made your exit.

-

That was days ago and you were summoned to meet your client. She wasn’t too happy to see him still breathing. You then see she brought someone with her to communicate.

“This deal you had is going to expire soon. You are stalling on us.”

“Things are getting complicated. But give me more time.”

“One more week. But if you don’t kill him soon, I’ll do it myself but then kill you afterwards. Understood?”

You frowned at this sudden ultimatum but things needed to be taken care of. It was one thing to loose a job but your own life certainly wasn’t worth it. You decided to skip your bartending and got straight to the point. It was mid afternoon and you were hiding on a rooftop awaiting Henry.

He walked upon the street with his men following, that’s when your scope was lining up to shoot him. This would’ve been much better if he was alone but who cares. You then took a deep breath and took the shot. Once the sound of the bullet hit your ears, you realized that you didn’t hit him in his heart. It was just a few inches away. You saw him instantly fall and his men scrambled to find hiding. You cursed yourself as you left your gun and ran down to go help him.

You ran along the street to his blood painting the dirt. The sight of him made you feel pain that you’ve never felt before. You fell to your knees at his side and pressed your palm to his bullet wound. The blood flow was calming down with the pressure.

“Motherfucker!”

He swore out and went to sit up but couldn’t as the pain was too much. There tears in your eyes as you realized you just sealed your fate because you grew a heart for this bastard. Now was time for action, you hurried to help him stand. As soon as he gained balance you rushed him to the doctor. He wasn’t fatal but he kept swearing about his pain. The gut ate at the pit of your stomach. Especially the sight of him getting wrapped in bandages and how he started to look pale.

“You’ll need bed rest and someone to take care of you.”

“Fuck! Fine, I only want her to do it.” He nodded his head in your direction. You didn’t protest and listened carefully to the doctor’s instructions. He needed to have bandages changed at least twice a day and had to be in bed for a while. Henry hated the idea, you assured him it’s the best thing to do.

-

A week has passed and you were sure that your ex employer was after you. They had to know Henry was still alive. But you felt safe in a way since Henry had his men guarding the building twenty four seven. It added relief but you still needed to explain yourself. It has been nothing but taking care of him and hearing bitch about the pain. The pain you caused. So you decided to tell him after his bath that night. You were bring fresh linens to lie onto his bed when you heard him stepping out his tub.

“That you Princess?”

“Yes Henry.” You say across the room and hear his footsteps coming into your direction. He didn’t care for covering himself and you had to admit that he had a nice body under all those garments. When he came to sit you laid a towel in his spot before grabbing the bandgaes.

“The bleeding doesn’t look as bad as it was. But there’s still some none the less.”

“I see, hold still while I do this.” You stood before him and slowly began wrapping around his shoulder toward his diaphram.

“Been meaning to thank you Princess. You really came through for me and well you’re doing this bullshit.”

“It’s no problem.” You brush off his words and finish it up nicely before putting the material back into the kit you made.

“Henry. We need to talk.”

“Can it wait? I was hoping to get some sleep.”

“Please?” You say as see him lifting his covers and he sighs as he gets situated underneath. You took a deep breath as you brought yourself to the foot of his bed and sat down.

“I haven’t been honest with you for all this time that I’ve known.”

“How so?” You could feel his anger already brewing and he was looking at you made you tense. But he deserves to know who you really are.

“I was sent here to kill you. I had a mute woman wanting you dead, so for a good price I took the job.” You felt the bed shift and he was sitting up straight with a fire behind his eyes.

“It was really only a job that’s all. But getting to know you and seeing you, I fell in love. So when it was time to kill you I missed your heart and that’s why you’re here.”

There was a silence that filled the room and you were shaking at what could possibly happen.

“Be dressed and ready to skip town by sunrise.”

“What?”

“Just fucking do it.” He hissed and threw himself to lay back down. You were confused but did as he asked. So when morning came you had your couple bags and went to check on him. He was already dressed and insisted on leaving.

“Do you want me to change your bandages?”

“Not yet. Let’s get going, we have a long trip to make.”

He brushed past you and the nervous feeling had been building up into uour chest. There was a small carriage tied to a couple of horses and you saw him toss your belongings onto it. He motioned you to come over and you were being picked up to sit in the uncomfortable thing.

“We are going to New Orleans. And I’m taking you with me because we have unfinished business. My men will stay back for a bit so it’s just us two.”

You only nod in response but gasped when he roughly had a hold of your hands. Without wasting time he had tied your wrists up in some very uncomfortable rope.

“Hey!”

“Don’t you start, after what you told me I can’t trust your ass. So fucking deal with it.” He practically growled and shoved you to sit back down. You groaned at the impact but couldn’t blame him and this aggressive was making you feel more for him. Damn it, you were stuck. You watch him bid goodbye to his men and hopped onto the seat to give the horses the signal to move.

You sat still and endured the long ride ahead of you. Hours had passed and you were bored of your mind along with the rope beginning to leave marks along your skin. The ride was dragged on and occasionally he would stop to give the horses their water. He would also stretch out his legs but you were left, he had pity for a second and gave you a couple sips of his water. But it stopped there as he kept up the journey. That was until sun started to set and he warned you it was time to set up camp. You were left in the carriage to watch him building a fire along with laying out makeshift beds. You were surprised that he made a second one. But you knew you probably had to stay in restraints. Henry stood up and went untie your rope and you felt instant relief. Your hands ran over your red wrists.

“I’ll let you roam a bit, but first give me all your weapons.”

“I don’t have any on me.” He scoffed and you just frowned.

“I swear it! They’re all inside my bags.”

“Fine. Prove it, go on.” He held the pistol that rested on his holster and kept looking at you. Cautiously, you moved to your bags and slowly removed all things deadly. Your guns and a set of knives, it didn’t seem to please Henry.

“Empty your pockets and boots. Now.” He decided to pull his gun on you and aimed for the head. You weren’t shaken up by it but only complied. You shifted your pockets to make sure they turned inside out. Then moved to remove your boots and held them upside down to show there was nothing. He approved by putting away the firearm and moved to make a fire. You didn’t know what to do except sit on one of the blankets.

“You know, I could kill you right now.”

“Yes.” You say as you hugged your knees and looked at him while making a fire.

“So why not run?”

“I deserve to be dead, after all the bullshit I’ve done with my life. Along with hurting the person that means everything to me.” You felt as if your heart was breaking with how he looked at you. There was anger and you flinched as he got closer. He removed his hat and placed it near his bag while you felt anxious on his next move. Henry already made the fire as dusk was turning to night and the air was getting cool.

“Why did you fall for me?” You chose not to answer but that shit wasn’t going to slide with Henry.

“Answer me.” He said sternly while getting closer toward your body and just inches away from making physical contact with you.

“Because, at first I knew how everyone had hate for you. With your brute nature and your crude mouth. But when I started to see you and got to know more about you, it just made me feel things that I have been trying to keep tucked away. And when you said I was special that made me realize that I can’t keep repressing these emotions.”

Henry stared at your face to focus on your expressions and then you watched him leaning closer to you. Without thought your eyes shut and anticipated his touch, after a

minute of staying still your eyes opened to see him on his blanket. You felt flustered and just laid down against the hard ground while Henry giggled to himself. It became dark fast as you watch Henry poke at the fire. The sounds of crackling and the crickets started making you tired. But once your eyes shut, Henry woke you up.

“You think you deserve sleep Princess?”

“Guess not…” You sighed out as you began to sit up.

“I need some shut eye myself. Don’t wake me unless it’s an emergency.”

You nodded and watched him lay against his blanket with his hat rested along his face. For about an hour it was just the sounds of the night and Henry’s snoring that filled your ears. You stared at the stars for that time but then curiosity started to get to you. You gradually made your way to be next to him and did best to keep quiet. As you looked over him you felt your heart starting to beat faster. He was so damn gorgeous. Your hand a mind of it’s own as it went to touch his body. You barely grazed his jacket and felt a spark. You took it further and ran from his forearm toward his shoulder. Keeping up with your pace you ran your fingers to touch his chest.

“What are you fucking doing?” His voice made you freeze and he felt your fingers trembling.

“You gonna answer?”

“Nothing.” You attempt to retract your hand but he shot up and tightly held your wrist.

“It wasn’t nothing. You keep on lying and I’ll kill you.”

You should’ve been scared but this was making your heart race with excitement. To see his eyes go dark and how he was handling the situation. You’d do the same thing.

“I wanted to feel you.” You say and he looked confused before letting go of your hand. He went back to lay on the ground with his back facing you. With that you watched over him through the night until you started to doze off. Your eyes fell shut and you felt a nudge on your body.

“Wake up woman!” You were startled by the masculine voice and looked up to see Henry standing tall before you. Dawn was clear on how the dark of night was gone and the warmth of the sun hit your body.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to but-“

“Calm down Princess. Just get your shit together. I plan on having us in New Orleans by sunset.”

You stood up with wobbly legs as you were just waking up, Henry held your arm to help balance. The touch felt electrifying until he let go. You gathered everything to be put back into the carriage and awaited Henry to put on the ropes. He walked to you and watched you hold your wrists together, without hesitation he pulled out the used material. The same amount of tightness went around your wrists and he picked you up to place in the back. You just sighed as the sun started to bake you on the ride.

-

“We’re here Princess!” Henry announced as he hopped off the carriage seat and the horses stopped in front of a house well more like mansion. You knew Henry had money but not this much by a long shot. He left you to sit for a minute as he approached a man to talk about whatever he needed to. You stayed put and couldn’t wait for the ropes to come off. It felt like they broke your skin by now. You heard them laugh a bit before the gentleman left on horse, Henry made his way toward you and cut off your restraints. You hissed once the rope was released and saw how your skin would blister later on.

Night time was fast approaching and Henry had already brought in all the luggage along with making sure things were prepared for sleeping. You were drug along his side the whole time so he can keep his eyes on you.

“I reckon we need both could use a good bath, I’ll go first. You stay plant your ass down on that bed while I do my business. Don’t you fucking move from there.”

“Yes Henry.” You say and went to sit on his bed, and watched him leave the room. You sigh and sat in silence, wondering as to why he’s keeping you alive. You thought for sure he would’ve killed you during the night. So for now, you waited for his return. Not long he was back in the room and tossed you a towel along with pajamas.

“Go clean yourself up and bring yourself back in here.”

You went away to the bathroom and saw the tub filled with fresh water and how there was steam rising from it. You wanted to take your time but there was a sense to make things go fast since Henry was expecting you. Quickly washing away the filth and sweat from the past couple days, you exited the tub. The pajamas was a simply night gown and you slipped over your nude body before going back to his room. He was still naked as he stood by the window and sat on the edge of the bed. You assumed you were to accompany him and sat on the opposite end.

“You really love me? Like genuinely?”

“I do. I know what I did is unforgivable but if you have to kill me, then do it.” He looked over his shoulder to see your back facing him and your shoulders were tensing.

“No.” He said in a blunt tone and you looked back at him.

“Please just do it. I know you’re probably waiting on the right place or time.”

“I said no, or is your hearing that bad?” You flinched as the bed moved with his body weight. You anticipated some kind of touch when his presence was growing closer.

“Look at me. Now.”

Your head turned in his direction and he swepted his hair back. You the felt the rough pull of his hand on your arm to pull you toward the center. You felt scared as he had you pinned down while looking over you.

“Show me. Prove how fucking bad you want me.”

“I can touch you?”

“You better.” He smirked and you leaned up onto your elbows and pressed a shy kiss on his bottom lip. Henry let you continue with your light kissed before taking hold of your chin. He smashed your mouth’s together into a demanding kiss that completely dominated you. His tongue wanted access by having you open your lips for him. You moaned against his kiss and wanted more but he denied you. It was like he knew what he was doing and pushed himself to lean up onto his knees.

“That was just a taste. But before I give you anything, I want you to make up for the shit you put me through.“

You didn’t need further instructions and made way to touch him. Henry felt your fingers on his hips to pull him closer to your mouth. His cock already semi erect and you went hold the base before licking his tip. You looked up at him as you slipped him past your lips. The sight of you and how your mouth felt was making grow harder. You could feel it against your tongue.

His patience grew thin and started to thrust his hips forward to feel how his dick started to gag you. Still, you gladly excepted him fully and made him use you. His deep groans filled your ears along with how he was basically fucking your mouth had you feeling. It was turning you on already with how he was fully bare to you and it made you grow wetter to the point of feeling it go to your inner thighs. His fingers grabbed your hair to tug and made you look up at him.

“You’re a good cock sucker. But I wonder is that pussy as good as your mouth?” He pulled your hair roughly to bring his cock away from your lips. You gasped for air and he was already pushing you onto your back. His hand pinning your wrists above your head and the other shoving your gown up enough to have reveal your wet center. You shivered at how his rough touch was all over and the feeling of his hand pushing your thighs apart, it was giving you thrill. He looked pleased with how soaked you were and admired it for a moment.

“Oh shit. You are just dripping for me Princess.”

He guided his cock toward your body and you tensed at first contact with how his tip barely slipped inside. He groaned as your walls were squeezing him and leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Fucking relax.” He said against your skin as his hips started to move. You winced slightly at him opening you up and wanted to touch him but his firm grasp wasn’t budging. You whined at Henry’s cock filling you up and making you squirmed.

“What’s wrong? Thought you wanted this? Thought you’d do anything for me?”

“I-I do.” You gasped when he started to go harder and you bit your lip trying to keep yourself together.

“Yeah? Then you are going to fucking take me. All of me.” He moaned out and pushed your legs up to fully view you under him. He licked his lips at the sight of you all flushed and the sounds you released was making him crazy. You could feel overwhelming pleasure just by the sight of his body on top of you and his cock being inside you was enough to make you feel happy.

“Henry! I love you! I love you!” It spilled out your mouth over and over as you came closer to your release. He let out a deep moan that immediately went to your pussy at how good he sounded. He was getting close and his hands released your legs and placed them by your head to have you grab onto his body.

“Fucking shit! I’m coming.” He rasped out and you whimpered feeling his release inside of you. You squeezed his skin and he hovered over you as his unruley hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat. His breath shaking as your legs were quivering. You saw stars for a moment and let out a noise when he pulled away from you.

“Shit. You are fucking gorgeous Princess. I’m going to keep you all for myself. You will be in charge of my men and keep me safe.” He leaned closer to kiss your lips for a quick moment.

“But don’t worry. I’ll protect you too, no one is going to cause you harm.” You faintly smile as he left your side to get on a pair of lounge pants. He quickly joined your side and smirked to himself as you were clinging onto his body.

“I love you.” You whispered and he justed kissed your head.

“I know.”

[cadavercowboy]

𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚎 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗)

✦ The Switch And The Spurs* (Reader Insert) — Henry returns to town to claim the body of his dead brother and deliver his widowed bride to her family. Things don’t go as smoothly as planned. — One-Shot

𝙻𝚝. 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚢 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜)

✦ Winners And Losers* (Reader Insert) — If being an ex-Black Ops mercenary has taught you anything, it’s that you win some and you lose some. Colonel Clay could stand to learn that lesson, too. — Mini-Series

𝙽𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍)

✦ Cauterize* (Original Female Character) — Jo vs. The Apocalypse: What does it take to survive the end of the world? Can Jo navigate her way through hordes of flesh-hungry monsters while facing off against a bat-wielding lunatic and his band of not-so-merry men? — Series

✦ Head’s Up* (Reader Insert) — You take it upon yourself to get rid of Negan for the sake of your community, but you’re not entirely prepared for just how wicked and conniving he is. — One-Shot

✦ Kidnap An Angel (Lucille) — Negan wasn’t always such an asshole...not such a big one, anyway. — One-Shot

✦ Rebellion* (Reader Insert) — Stumbling into that trailer gave you a false sense of security until you realize you aren’t alone. — Mini-Series

✦ Redemption* (Reader Insert) — You never expected to see Negan again, but the apocalypse has a funny way of upending one’s plans. Your past has finally come calling and it’s bringing trouble with it. — Mini-Series

✦ Saint Is A Sinner Too* (Original Female Character) — Isabella Moretti is homeward bound to attend her estranged father’s funeral. When the presumed short trip meant for closure takes an unwelcome trek down memory lane, how will she deal with being plunged head-first into the life she’d long since left behind? — Series

✦ School’s Out (Original Female Character) — Bianca is a new teacher at the local highschool and Coach Negan seems to be the only person there willing to accept her as a friend. — One-Shot

✦ Unbreakable* (Michonne) — Michonne gets caught trying to hide supplies from the Saviors and when she fights back against Negan, things get out of hand. — One-Shot

✦ Wicked Games* (Reader Insert) — An unexpected game of pool with a leather-clad killer quickly lands you behind the 8-ball. — Series

[naughtyneganjdm]

Henry Delarue NSFW Alphabet

I’ve only watched this movie once, but I’m going to try to give this a shot for @murphslass​  -- considering the character, it gets a bit extreme under the cut. I apologize if this wasn’t what you are looking for, but from what I remember Henry was kind of a really bad guy lol. Remember, this is just my opinion. You may have a totally different opinion of him! And that’s okay. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Henry is not one to care too much about aftercare. After he’s had his way with you, he wants to hear how much it was something you wanted. How special it was with what he did. Other than that, you’re pretty much on your own. He would tell you how beautiful you are, but make it clear you’re also his.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Henry loves a woman’s body in general. If he sees something he likes, he takes it. But he does enjoy a nice set of breasts and thinks everything about himself is pretty damn special. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

To show loyalty to him, Henry likes a woman to swallow down his release. Henry also likes to mark what’s his. In more ways than one. Whether it’s coming inside of his lover or covering her body in his cum, Henry is obsessed with the idea of making it known that you belong to him. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes Henry can get a little rough with his play and he enjoys blood play. While he would like to say that he asks for consent first with being rough he doesn’t always do that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Henry was always the kind of man that took what he wanted. That means he has slept with plenty of women. For the most part though Henry tends to care about his own pleasure, but when the mood hits he does get off at the idea of having a woman screaming his name. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

From Behind. Henry likes to be in control of everything and it’s the kind of position that gives him what he’s looking for. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Henry is not a goofy man. He may crack a joke here or them, but he takes his sex very seriously. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Henry does not feel the need to change the way he is because in his mind, he’s perfection. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

With sex, Henry tends to lack in the intimacy department. Hot, rough sex is more his thing. Being romantic doesn’t usually fit his personality.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The closest thing Henry likes to jacking off would be puling out of his lover and jacking off on her bottom, back, chest, face...whatever he feels like doing at the moment in order to mark her. Why jack off when he can get sex anytime he wants? 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blood play. Roughness. Choke play. Dom/Sub. Anything that is a bit extreme for his time, Henry is into. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Henry is the kind of person that would publicly like to take what is his and show it to the rest of the world. Taking a woman in front of his men would be something that would really get his rocks off. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sweet bosom of a woman. Also, the ability of having power over someone. Having a powerplay between him and his lover turns Henry on incredibly. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Henry would never allow one of his men to be with his women. If someone even considered touching what was his, he would kill them on the spot.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There is no doubt that he prefers receiving. If his lover is lucky, Henry might consider taking his time with them, but he would rather watch a woman pleasuring him. Controlling her and varying between slow/fast motions. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Henry likes it rough. The only thing sensual about Henry is his words. The things he says during and after.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Henry will take anything he can get. Whenever he wants, he’s going to take it. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With his lifestyle, Henry doesn’t fear risk. He’ll do whatever, whenever. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With how rough Henry is, sometimes it’s doesn’t last incredibly long. Especially since he is usually after that orgasm or the ability to feel powerful. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t last longer to draw things out though. If it fit the moment and the situation Henry is perfectly capable of lasting long amounts of time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Considering some of his kinks, Henry wouldn’t have a problem with bringing handcuffs or a knife into play. As long as it is the woman that is submissive to him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Henry can be a very greedy man, but if he’s out to make a woman suffer, he will bring her right to the edge and then make sure that she never gets that orgasm she is chasing. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The louder the better for Henry. He wants people to know what is his. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The idea of being with multiple woman at once is definitely something that he likes. Being pampered on by a few woman at once would stroke his ego greatly and he would love to be in that kind of scenario. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Henry is about average sized, but incredibly thick. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Henry has always taken what he wants. So yes, he has an incredibly high sex drive that he needs to get a release as much as possible. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Henry is a sleeper. He will talk a bit afterwards, but he definitely is not one to pamper his lover all night. With his confidence and arrogance, he’s not worried about anything after sex. 

[jdmslut-red]

Masterlist

(For the anon that asked here’s a masterlist includings asks)

A New Sanctuary : Negan x OC 

After losing the battle against Alexandria and the other communities, Negan and the saviors are driven away from their sanctuary. Only to begin a new life somewhere in upstate New York. But when Negan saves an injured woman on a run, things could take a turn for the worst. Can she be trusted? Or will Negan have to put aside his no hurting woman rule for the good of his people?

In The Dark : Negan x OC

-- Set After whisperer war arc--

Negan wakes up in a strange place with no idea how he got there. He meets a strange woman with a strange pet, who might just be his salvation. As much as he would be hers.

His Savior : Negan x Reader 

You are a new member of Alexandria. Before the apocalypse you were a Psychologist. Wanting to do your part, you ask Rick if you could take on a therapist roll for the community, in which he agrees. After hearing the stories about their prisoner, you ask Rick if you could be Negan’s therapist in the evenings. Rick was reluctant but also agreed.

Betrayed and Used  (Eddie blake x You) 

The Comedian catches you changing and roughly forces himself on you.

Lollipop

 ( JDM X OC smut) oneshot. 

ASKS:  

(The numbers next to and under the characters are also asks I’ve answered from the same character, as well as their names are linked with an ask.)

Henry Delarue  1  2                  

Eddie Blake  1  2  3                          

Max  1                                          

Ike Evans    

JD Richer

Patrick Sullivan   1 2

Denny Duquette   

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[negansbackdoorwhore]

Mrs. Delarue Pt. 2

Pt.1<<<

Warnings: swearing, mild fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, smut

After the night of passion you shared with your husband, you were awoken by the sound of footsteps around you. You were still bare undervthe covers and saw your husband in his underwear. His hair was a mess but he looked so good, other than being good at sex he was also extremely attractive. At least he wasn’t an ugly creep with zero personality. He saw your eyes started to slip open and his smile spread along that mustache.

“Morning Princess.���

“Good morning.”

“You alright? I understand if you might be sore after our activities last night.” You giggled as he smirked at his words and sat by your resting body.

“I am but it’s not so bad.” You sat up with the sheets covering your body and reached to touch his cheek. He rested his hand over yours and leaned to peck your lips.

“You are such a delight Darling. I have things to tend to soon but there is enough time for us to share a bath.”

“Okay.” You followed his lead as he went into the bathroom to see a big porcelain tub with a window viewing the outside. Dawn was barely lighting the sky but it was nice to look upon the desert. Henry stepped in front of the tub and stripped away his underwear to dip into the warm water. You watched him settle before reached out a hand for you to join him. You held his palm and brought your body to sit in front of him with the space he left open in between his legs. Your back pressed along his chest and saw how his knees peeked above the water due to his height. You dipped your head beneath the water for a moment and went back above surface to be sure your hair got a rinse. You felt Henry rest his chin on your shoulder and one of his hands touched your thigh under the water.

“The water okay Darling?”

“Yeah it’s good.” You say with a sigh as your body relaxed against him. His lips connected to your shoulder and you felt his hand squeezing at your thigh. You turned your head to bring him to kiss your lips instead. He claimed your mouth with his lips growing more needy and his tongue needing to taste you. You moaned into his mouth as he swirls against your tongue. His hand now teasing your mound at first to feel your legs squeezing around his hand. He growled against you and moved to nibble on your neck. His fingers finally running over your awaiting clit and your thighs open for him.

“There we go, I gonna make sure that I have you everywhere my sweet.” He mumbled along your skin as he starts to tease your entrance. You whimper and feel his other hand on the swell of your breast. His thumb sweeping on your nipple and squeezing your chest. He groaned against your neck and ran kissed at the shell of of your ear once he decided to slip his finger into you. You moan and went to hold Henry’s hand that was touching your chest. Your hips squirm as he moved deep inside you and brought his thumb to rub over your clit.

“Oh Henry.” His nose brushed against your ear as his breath tickled your neck. You let out a whine when he started going fast. His fingers threaded with yours as he felt you squeeze around his palm. Your walls tighten around his digits when you cry out to feel intense pleasure wash over you. Your body wanted to move awwy but his arm firmly held you in place and his fingers still fucked you until it was over. Your body fell limp against him as your breathing was shallow and felr his lips kissing your shoulder.

“You are so beautiful.” You felt your strength slowly coming back and moved your head to able to kiss him. He smiled at you and you both finished bathing to get on with the day. You went to change into a more simple dress that was a beautiful shade of green. As you changed into it, you heard Henry’s boots on the ground as he approached you.

“Darling, I will be heading into town to run a few errands. Would you like to accompany me?”

“Only if you would want me to.”

“And I would love you to, I want to show you off to those bastards.” You giggled at him and left after fully being ready. The ride was short and you were lead to the bank hall and just quietly sat next to Henry while he discussed his affairs. You were looking around and taking in all the space surrounding. Henry was quick with his business and you wondered behind to the saloon where you were betrothed.

“Hey Darling, why don’t you stay out here. This won’t be too long.”

“Okay.” You were out leaning against the wooden wall and heard various mumbles. During the time you notice the sounds of more feminie voices. Feeling curious you peeked a look in the saloon to see men around a table and a couple woman. It was only then you notice Henry getting touched on his shoulders by one of the women. Then her hands slowly going to his neck that made your blood boil.

“Harlot.” You whisper and couldn’t look anymore in fear someone would noticed your gaze. You felt a bit of anger starting to burn in your skin. How dare some woman touch your husband? You held the skirt of your dress to try and suppress the emotion. Then your husband walked and tipped his hat at the gentlemen. Henry then looked over at you and you quickly made a move to hold onto his arm.

“Everything alright Darling?”

“Yes. So what else is there to do?” From there Henry finished up his things and you were glued to his side. He didn’t seem to care too much but whenever you saw another woman, you would squeeze him for a second. He would smirk and you looked up to see his dimples appear. They were adorable. Once everything was finished, Henry took you both back to your home. Upon entering the threshold you were gripped roughly around your hips to face Henry.

“What was that Princess.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You say as look away and attempt to escape his hold but he only pulled you back into body.

“There was something there alright. Now tell me.”

“I saw some woman touching you and I think it’s ridiculous. You’re my husband, no one elses. No one should be touching you or looking at you the way I do.” You say as you hug him around the stomach and heard him starting to laugh.

“That’s what the problem is? Honey, I know this. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He holds your chin with a tight grip as he pecks your lips. He smiled down at you as you held on the material of his trench coat.

“It’s not enough.” You say with a frown and immediately Henry knew what to do. You gasped as he threw your body over his shoulder and took you to your shared bed. He threw you on the bed and you scurried to the headboard as he started to toss off his clothing.

“Last night, I was trying to be a gentleman. But now I think it’s time I show you how capable I am of destroying you.” You let a noise as your mind raced trying to think of what he can do. Thoughts were cut off by him yankinh you by your ankle to the foot of the bed to start taking off your boots. His hands moved fast and roughly tugged them off. You felt kind of scared but also turned on from this.

“You better get everything off. Or else I’ll rip it the fuck off.”

Your body was getting shaky from how on edge your nerves were but stood to undress for him. Henry finished by leaving his garments in a pile and saw how your bareback faced him. He ran his fingers through his hair and once everything was off, he roughly pulled you back to the bed. His body stood bare in front of you, it made you almost drool at the sight. His body muscular and lean along with the hair on his chest and lower abdomen above his not so little friend. Your legs crossed to give friction at how damn attractive your husband was. He climbed on top of you and started to kiss you, this time more aggressively. You felt your breath being taken away and wanted to touch him but he denied you by having your arms pinned. His hands squeezed your wrists too tight and you let out a wince. He pulled away and pushed your to his shoulders, he was moving so fast.

“Not enough? Well then, I’m about to give you more than enough and you’re gonna fucking take it.”

He said in a calm voice but there was danger behind it causing you to feel so small and scared. It was evident who was in charge. His hands grasped your thighs tugged your legs to press on your chest. Your body quivered as you watched go down to tease you with a breath over your pussy. His mouth closed over you and it felt like he was devouring you whole. Your back arched as his tongue pressed over you and his hold held your legs in place for him to enjoy you. Your hands found the sheets to hold onto as he growled against you. He abruptly stopped and pulled your ankles to his shoulders before thrusting into you. His size was still so new that it made you cry out. He didn’t give much time as he held your legs tightly as he began moving his hips. Henry driving almost fully out to pound back into you with heavy force. You whimpered at the feeling and saw how his arms hooked on your calves and looked at how he thrusts into your soaking entrance.

“Take it Princess. Take it all.” He groaned out and leaned to have your legs around his hips as he drove into you. The way he heard you moaning his name only made him want more, it was with one more snap of his hips your nail dug into his back. Your voice released a cry and you felt your legs tremble with how you drenched the bed and how he made you squirt over his lower abdomen.

“We’re not done yet.”

He said as he pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your stomach. You had no time for recovery as Henry was already back inside you. You winced at how you were so sensitive and having him snap against you. Henry pulled at your hips to have your ass point upward. You didn’t have much strength as your hands were shaking, you try to lean your body on your arms but Henry’s hand reached to pin you down by his hand on the back of your neck. Your muffled moans hit his ears that made him twitch inside you. He growled as he leaned forward to kiss your back and felt himself getting closer to his own release. He released his hold on your neck and moved to your chin to pull you into a sloppy kiss. It lasted for a brief moment and moaned as he finished inside you.

“Oh fuck yes!” He exclaimed as his fingers dug into your hips and gave one last thrust against you. You were both trying to catch your breath for a moment and Henry got a grip of your body to turn over and kissed your cheek. The motion made you feel happy and smiled at him, he took the opportunity to have you climb into his lap.

“Looks my wife made a mess.” He smirked as you saw what he was mentioning and never felt so embarrassed. Henry saw right through you and reassured you. Henry’s lips were over your neck and you hummed at how nice it was to feel the tickling of his mustache on your skin. His hands held your sides and gradually moved down to cup your ass. You hissed as a hand slapped your bare cheek and you were lifted up to feel he was ready again.

“Sit on me. Now.”

Henry saw hesitation and spanked you again. Your thighs still trembling as you took him inside you again. You gasped as he took your wrists into his hands and thrusted up into you. He was going so deep it made your eyes tear up at how good he felt. Your body started to take movement as your hips rolled.

“That’s it Princess. Keep it up.”

He moved your hands to hold onto his shoulders and your body started to move on it’s own while your head seemed to spin. The sounds you let out sounded pathetic but it made Henry smile with how proud he was of himself. He watched how his cock disappeared inside of you with each bounce of your hips and moved a hand to sweep your sensitive clit. You let out a cry as his touch was too much and fell to bury your face in his neck. Your breath was hot on his skin as he finished for you both by holding your thighs firmly and thrusting into you. You quivered as another orgasm rode into your body and felt tears going down your face. Henry moaned as he pulled out to watch himself come onto your inner thigh. Your body was exhausted as his arms held you securely against him while he wore his smirk along that mustache. His fingers moved the run the stray hairs away from your sweat covered forehead and lightly kissed your temple.

“That pussy, something else. You milked me dry, for now. Later on, I’m going to have you again. Got it?”

“Yes Henry.”

[negansbackdoorwhore]

him saying “Princess” does things to me 🥺💕

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Mrs. Delarue

Author’s Note: I don’t see enough Delarue content here and hope you like this fic, please let me know what you think and maybe I’ll do a part two, also the watermark is my twitter name 😅

Warnings: loss of virginity, smut, mild fluff, swearing

You swore under your breath as you were being taken to some stranger. No, correction your husband. Your fucking groom that your father betrothed you to in order to keep your home. Money was tight and things weren’t getting any easier, so when going into town there was this tall cowboy in a long maroon coat with a black hat. You merely got a glance and heard he was reigning terror throughout the neighboring towns. But that part felt irrelevant since your father was quick to put up his ‘pure daughter’ as payment. This felt degrading and how your mother adorned in you in a lavender colored dress and various pieces of jewelry to sweeten the deal.

You held your skirt into your growing sweaty palms thinking about how this was all happening so fast and the fact the situation was real. As those thoughts haunted you, you had arrived to your destination. You were led by the hand of your mother into an empty saloon with only your parents and your soon to be husband along with a couple of his men. He had his feet kicked up along the wooden table with a fresh cigar between his lips. You were presented before him as your parents sat down, the sound of his boots hitting the ground made you jump. You kept still when he made eye contact with you and had walked around to get a full three sixty view.

“She is a true beauty. You weren’t lying, that’s good.” He said in his deep voice. As he spoke you finally got a good look at him. He wore a handlebar mustache that adorned his very handsome face. He was bigger than you by nature with his frame and height, he definitely was older than you but who knows how he truly is.

“Deal is a deal. I promise you that your daughter is in good hands and your home will be untouched.” He reached to shake your father’s hand and there it was, you were sold to this man. There was just one last goodbye before being left in care of your new husband. You heard them leaving and let out a sigh as you were left in the saloon. That moment soon ended as you heard your husband’s footsteps growing closer.

“I can’t imagine what you’re thinking right now. But I promise to take care of you and be a good husband.”

“You swear you won’t burden our home?”

“On my dead brother’s life Princess.” He said and you were taken to his home on horse. You were placed on in front of your husband and you leaned your body against his chest as you were riding to your destination. His hands held onto the straps that led the horse and you felt safe in his hold. The horse hit a hole causing there to be a bump that you gasp and his arm held around your stomach securely.

“It’s okay darling, I’ve got you.” He said by your ear and you blushed at how warm he felt against you. You kept quiet as you arrived and he helped you down. Your husband led you inside and immediately to the bedroom.

“All the accommodations were made a few days ago. You have your own little dresser and things.”

“What’s your name?”

“Henry Delarue. I already know yours, Y/N. But now your name is Mrs. Delarue.” He said with a smile as his ran his fingers along your cheek. You felt his rough skin against you and began to remove his jacket. He stepped away and hung up his hat and jacket. You still stood in the room and saw him return.

“Tonight’s our honeymoon Princess. And I’ll be honest, ain’t never had someone as beautiful and pure as you before. But let’s start out slow.” He said followed with the southern accent he carried. You only nodded as he sat on the bed and the room lit with the low light of a candle.

“Stand in front of your husband and undress.” You wanted to walk away from this completely but still you were in front of him with your hand untying the ribbon from the back of your dress. Delarue’s eyes looked at you intensely as his fingers ran over his mustache. He groaned as he watched you slip the dress from your shoulders and reveal the corset beneath, his hands unbuttoned his vest to toss onto the floorboards. You felt your body starting to shake when the material pooled to your feet. You look at him in only in the corset and your ruffled panties.

You watched him bite his lip and while his hands went directly to removing his belt. You see him sliding off his trousers and you gently kick away your beautiful dress. His tanned skin shown to you with his dark body hair covering his chest and peeking above the lounge pants he wore underneath his pants.

“Darling, you have an even better body under that dress. Spin for me.” You did as told and heard him moan. You blushed as you completed the motion to see his hand grabbing the front of his underwear. He stood cautiously and held your arms to pull you onto the bed. You knees planted on the edge as your bottom rested on top of his thighs.

“Oh Princess, your husband is going to be so good to you.” He rasped out as his nose brushed on your neck and felt the facial hair tickling your skin. Your hands held onto his shoulders as his lips kissed your neck and reached to loosen the material hiding your chest. You whimpered as his lips lowered to your collar bone and started to unclamp the front of your corset to have it fall off. His hands shoved it away and heard it land on the floor. You shivered as the cold air hit your breasts but it didn’t last long as Henry’s body heat radiating onto you.

His eyes looked at you before rolling your nipple on his tongue, you moaned as the tip flicked your sensitive bud. His hand held your sides as he sucked your nipples. He groaned as your hips squirmed against him. Your fingers tugging his hair and pulled away from your body.

“Fuck. You are so beautiful.” He moved your body with ease to lay onto your back. His body weight shifted against the space between your thighs. Your anxiety slipped away from your hold and felt tears running down your cheeks.

“Princess, it is okay. Your husband will take good care of you. Don’t cry.” He hushed you as he kissed away the tears and brought his lips to your own. You felt him running over your skin and his kiss helping you relax. Henry gradually moved down your body with his stubble scratching your skin. His fingers tugging your underwear away from your body and instinctively your thighs squeezed shut. Henry giggled and did the same as he unbuttoned his own undergarments to be taken off. You felt more anxious when seeing the size of him. He was definitely packing it away. Your body leaned onto your elbows and he moved to kiss your lips again. This time he had more attention as he swept his tongue between your lips and massaged your breast in his hold. His lips descened down your chest once more before going lower to kiss your stomach. His body shielding your legs from going shut, your legs still attempted as they met his sides.

“Don’t do that Darling.”

He warned in a gentle but also firm tone. His eyes stares at your mound and licks his lips before lowering onto his knees. You yelped as he yanked you by your ankles to have your thighs resting on his shoulders. He smirked up at your flushed face and his cock twitched at the sight.

“This is will make you feel so good Princess.” You were going to protest but groaned as his tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves. Your head fell back on the bed and reached to hold onto his thick hair. His moans vibrating along you causing you to let out whine. Your body felt like it was on fire as he worked your womanhood with that talented mouth. Henry’s tongue moved to penetrate you and twirled deep within to fully taste your sweet nectar you carried. It made him feel like it was his addiction, the way he was drinking you made your hips grinded against him as he squeezed your thighs. After releasing his tongue he slowly licked up your slit to twirl around your clit. Feeling you were wet enough he moved his lips to kiss your body again and toward your nipples to see them fully erect. He felt his favorite thing was going to be that special space between your legs and your chest. They were so soft and had the perfect size to fit along his palms.

“Damn, you are mine. Got it?”

“Yes. My husband.” He smirked at your words and moved a hand to hold along his shaft to tap over your clit. You gasped at the stimulation saw him looking at the open space between you both. He did it a few times before coating himself in your arousal to be sure of your pleasure.

“This is going to hurt like a bitch. But it’s only temporary. Okay?”

You nodded and he made sure your hands held onto his skin before pressing into you. His teeth gritted as he felt your tightness. His tip hit your hymen and your nails dug into his skin at the discomfort. He bit his lip and kissed your neck as he brought force with his hips to take you. You let out a wince and the waterworks came back on, you felt all of him inside you and how his shaft was so firm inside you. He nibbled on your neck to keep himself from pounding you into the mattress and your fingers squeezed his skin tightly.

“Henry, please move.” He didn’t need anything else as he started to slowly thrust in your heat. He never felt something so tight and pleasurable. You felt weird at first with how your husband was moving inside you but he shifted your legs to situate by his hips causing a place to be hit. That spot made you moan and Henry noticed this by thrusting harder. The bed made a creaking sound with how hard he was hitting inside you and loved the sound of you crying out for him. His own groans filling the air as you were squeezing his cock.

“Henry! Henry, I feel good.”

“Yeah Darling. You feel good because of me, thank your husband for being so good.”

“Thank you. Thank you Henry.” Your hands held onto his neck as he growled above you. This wasn’t going to last long as a certain pressure was becoming so tight in your stomach.

“Darling. I need you to finish fast, your sweet body is about to make me finish too. So c’mon. Let me see you fall apart for me.” He breathed out as he gave a few more thrusts. Your body tensed as the pressure fully let loose to have you call out for your husband. You felt him pull away to release his seed onto your thighs and heard him groan out swears. You lay feeling weak and tried to restore your breathing as Henry lowered over you to kiss your lips. His fingers gently brushing away the strands of hair on your forehead and smiling at you.

“You were outstanding. You my dear are my precious jewel, I’m glad you’re mine. Just you wait. Your husband will treat you better than anyone else.”

“I believe that.” You say with a light laugh as you held his face in your hands. Maybe this won’t be so bad…

>>>Pt. 2

[negansbackdoorwhore]

im sorry im down bad

[cadavercowboy]

The Switch And The Spurs

Pairing: Henry Delarue (The Salvation) x Reader 

Summary: Henry returns to town to claim the body of his dead brother and deliver his widowed bride to her family. Things don’t go as smoothly as planned.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Mention of death. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie.

Onlookers watch in uneasy and skeptical silence as the intimidating man dismounts his massive, dark horse just outside the rundown saloon. His tall leather boots kick up clouds of dust as he strides to the porch, his long maroon coat billowing behind him as he walks. From beneath the wide brim of his black hat, he offers only a nod in the direction of the mayor.

“It’s a sad day, Mr. Delarue,” the aged man offers, receiving no response.

The small group gathered around the corpse inside turns their attention as Henry steps into the room. A thick mustache obscures his upper lip and cascades over the corners of his mouth where it ends at the sharp edge of his jawline, though the dark scruff does little to hide the displeased set of his wide mouth. 

Henry strolls towards the body spread across the table beneath the sheet, hoping for the sake of the townspeople that he doesn’t recognize the person underneath. As expected, when he flips the sheet back, Henry is met with the sight of his younger brother, Paul. His jaw clenches in rage as he observes the gray pallor of his sibling’s face.

“I need to know who killed my brother,” Henry announces in a deep and monotonous voice. “My brother’s widow is to be escorted back to her family. I’ll be back in a week’s time and I expect you to have found my brother’s killer. And Sheriff,” he adds, looking up to the addressed individual, “I want that man alive.”

“That’s impossible,” the sheriff stutters fretfully.

Hearing the man’s refusal, Henry pulls the pistol from the holster against his hip. He cocks the weapon and the threatening sound fills the small room. Though he doesn’t raise the gun and merely holds it at his side, the message is just the same.

“You are a man of God, Sheriff. I’m sure you’ve heard the words of the Lord. ‘A tooth for a tooth’,” Henry offers with a cold smile. The sheriff nods in understanding before Henry furthers his request. “You have until next week to find the man who did this, or you bring me two of your people…”

The sheriff is quick to argue with Henry, fear prompting him to interrupt the man’s simple request. Before he has a chance to debate, Henry raises his voice and cuts him off.

“You choose two…or I will take four,” Henry assures before turning around with a slight tip of his hat. “Afternoon, gentleman.”

You hear the thumping of heavy boots and the jingling of spurs crossing your wooden porch before the loud knock echoes through your home. Turning to the locked door, you make no move to answer it. When the visitor knocks again, you stand up and approach the door cautiously. Wiping a tear from your slightly swollen eyes, you unlock the door and swing it open.

Much to your surprise, you glance up to find a tall, broad man who vaguely resembles your late husband. You’d never met the man, but you can only assume him to be your husband’s brother, Henry. Taking in his appearance, you flick your eyes from his wide hat, down the blue vest decorated with bronze buttons and a gold chain fob you imagine is attached to an ornate pocket watch, all the way to his thick belt, dingy pants, and leather boots. Without so much as a greeting or introduction, the man in front of you interrupts your perusal, demanding that you gather your belongings and come with him.

“I can’t,” you counter immediately. “Not until they find the man who killed Paul. My husband is to be buried here, I’m not going to leave.”

Henry’s face darkens slightly as he takes a short step through the doorway into your home. He towers over you, only adding to how imposing he is as he invades your space.

“You can make this as difficult or as easy as you want, darlin’. Either way you are coming with me. So you can fetch your things and do as you’re told, or I can toss you over my shoulder, tether you to my saddle as little more than a haversack, and you’ll leave here penniless without so much as a scrap of cloth to your name,” Henry gruffs peevishly.

You’re taken aback by the man’s brusque words and your affronted expression is evident of that. You’ve never been spoken to so rudely before in your life and you’re unsure how to react. Knowing better than to talk back, you lift the hem of your dress from around your feet and cross the room to collect your belongings. Grabbing a heavy pack, you begin filling it with several dresses and various possessions you can’t bear to leave behind.

“Get me a glass of water,” Henry demands from where he remains looming in the doorway.

The sound of his deep voice startles you and you freeze. Glancing up at the man, you see the seriousness in his eyes and decide ignoring his request isn’t going to go over well. Dropping the bundle of cloth you’re holding, you obey his gruff instruction. From the shelf, you grab a grimy glass and bring it to the sink where you push and pull the handle of the water pump until a slow trickle of water begins. Placing the glass under the stream, you catch the flow of liquid until the cup is full.

Walking hastily to Henry, you offer him the glass, his fingers brushing yours as he takes it from you. Henry watches you intently as he gulps the quenching liquid loudly, droplets clinging to the hairs of his thick mustache. His pink tongue peeks out to lick the corner of his mouth and gather a stray drop of water before he slams the glass down on a table next to him.

“Trip’s too long for you to ride side-saddle. Suggest you find some pants,” Henry states before stepping outside and slamming the door behind him.

You set about searching through the chest of drawers, looking for something suitable to wear. You slip into some of your late husband’s clothes, though most of it is too large and baggy to fit comfortably. Cinching a belt around the loose waist of a pair of brown trousers, you pull on a pair of thick socks to prevent your feet from slipping out of the over-sized boots you find in the corner. Slinging your bag over your shoulder you stomp outside where Henry waits with two horses, looking bored and impatient.

“You ever ridden before?” he asks, seemingly already annoyed with you, though you have yet to give him a reason to feel so much animosity towards you.

Shaking your head in opposition, you listen intently as Henry teaches you the basics of utilizing the thin reins to control a horse. When he’s finished, you shove a booted foot into the stirrup and tries to lift yourself, though you can’t manage to mount your horse. Henry grabs you from behind, gripping your hips and shoving you upwards into the saddle. His warm palm lingers against your thigh until you situates yourself. He hands you the reins and pats the antsy horse on the neck as he looks up at you from beneath his hat.

“We got a long ride ahead of us and I won’t have any complaint or objection, ya hear? You do as I say, when I say. Are we in agreement?” he implores in a husky tone, pleased when you nod in submission. “I thought we would be.”

Turning his back on you, Henry mounts his own horse and clicks his tongue. He raises his hand and flicks his fingers forwards, directing you to kick your horse into motion and follow him along the dirt road and out of town. You glance longingly at the burial ground where you know your husband’s body lies as you ride past the outskirts of town. It would be much better to stay here rather than be dragged home by Henry, though you know you have no choice.

“Let him rest in peace, Princess,” Henry mutters, surprising you with his use of the nickname your husband had given you.

Sighing in defeat, you lower your eyes to your hands. Tears drip onto the saddle as your horse paces along slowly and the image of your small hometown gradually slips away and disappears into the horizon.

Darkness is falling and your head lolls slightly with each jarring step from the beast beneath you. You’re exhausted, thirsty, and covered in a sheen of sweat from being in the blazing sun for hours on end. Sweeping your parched tongue across your chapped lips, you call out raspily to the man riding a few feet away.

“Can we stop?” you croaks as loudly as you can.

“No. We need to get a few more miles behind us if we expect to get you home by week’s end,” he counters.

You roll your eyes, suddenly too tired and cranky to keep yourself in line. 

“No, we need to stop, Henry. I don’t care when we get there,” you retort, nearly whimpering.

Henry halts his horse instantly, reaching for the bridle of your mount and pulling your horse close enough that he can stare down at you with uncomfortable proximity. Grabbing your chin to whip your head in his direction, each one of Henry’s angry words that pass from his mouth puff a wave of warm air across your shock-parted lips.

“Woman, what in God’s name did I tell you about whining? You quit carrying on or I’ll leave you out here for the buzzards to eat,” Henry warns. “Your husband is gone and I’m taking care of you now, that means you damn well better listen to me.”

He glares at you for a long moment, daring you to speak again. You merely blink rapidly before nodding your head as much as you can in the man’s tight grip. He tosses your head to the side as he pushes your face away and prods his horse to carry on across the vast, arid ground. You fall silent, barely keeping yourself upright as Henry forces you to continue this arduous trek.

After a while longer, Henry decides you’ve gone far enough for one day. You stop to set up camp, settling in for the night under a small cluster of decaying trees. Henry tethers the horses to a tree before removing their saddles and placing them on the ground. He begins breaking branches off of the nearby trees as he gathers wood for a fire. Pulling out a lighter and bags of dried fruit, he tosses a bag to you before igniting the branches piled on the ground.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” you prompt as you chew thoughtfully on your food, not seeing a bedroll tied to either of the saddles.

“On the ground, Princess,” Henry offers, purposely spitting your familiar nickname with an extra dose of derision.

You watch as Henry props his back against his saddle and pulls the wide brim of his hat down over his face. With his arms crossed over his chest, he easily settles in for the night, leaving you to sit alone in silence as you try to find a comfortable position to lay on the hard, dusty ground. As the night grows colder, you scoot your body closer to the tiny, crackling fire, though it does little to warm your shivering form. Your nose begins to run and you sniffle softly every few minutes, something Henry catches on to quickly. Lifting his hat and opening only one eye, he observes you for a moment. Once he’s determined that you aren’t crying, he can only assume you must be freezing. 

Sighing deeply, Henry lifts himself from the ground, removes his coat, and rounds the campfire to approach your sniveling form. He drops the heavy material of his purple duster over your body before wordlessly returning to his prone position. You pull the proffered coat tightly around your chilly arms, basking in the residual heat from Henry’s body. Tucking your face beneath the collar, you inhale the scent of sweat and gunpowder as you somehow manage to slip into a light slumber.

The sound of shuffling rouses you the next morning and you blink your bleary eyes, opening them to find Henry already up and preparing for the next leg of your long trip. He kicks his tall boots through the smoldering fire, dousing the glowing embers and sending a shower of ash across the ground. He pays no attention to you as you rise from the ground, stretching your painfully sore muscles and joints. You hand him back his coat once he finishes saddling the horses and in return he offers her water from his canteen as you both mount up and head out across the hot terrain.

You’re relieved when after a few hours you reach a section of barren forest. It’s not much, but it will provide shade from the grueling rays of sun beating down on you. For as far as you can see, the land in front of you is covered in scraggly brush and tall trees, and you’re glad to know you’ll have a long break from the heat.

When shadows begin to gather on the second night, you find yourself looking forward to turning in, even if that means having to sleep on the ground again. Just as your eyes begin to cross with fatigue, Henry holds a hand up to you, telling you to stop. Looking at your surroundings, you see you’ve reached a trickling stream. Being so desperately thirsty, you can't imagine a more pleasing sight.

“We’ll clean up here before we stop for the night,” Henry croaks shortly.

You’re more than open to the idea as you’re sick of the sticky layer of sweat and dirt crusting your body. Directing your horse closer to the stream so he can take a drink while you rinse off, you aren’t prepared for the loud gunshot that blasts through the air. Your horse hadn’t been expecting it either and when the loud bang is accompanied by an explosion of bark from a nearby tree, the four-legged beast is spooked. 

You hold on for dear life as your horse rears up on it’s hind legs, though you’re helpless to stay on and you’re dumped headfirst into the shallow stream. The loud splash and piercing scream goes ignored by Henry as he paces speedily through the trees in the direction of the fired gun. Your mouth hangs open in shock as the ice cold water seeps into your clothing and prickles sharply against your skin. 

You gasp and flail, desperately trying to escape the hellish stream, but when another loud gunshot rings out, you jump in surprise and stumble over a rock, effectively landing straight back into the frigid water. By the time you manage to crawl up the muddy bank, you spot Henry’s boots waiting there above you.

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to take your clothes off before you get in the water?” Henry teases blandly, though you can see the corner of his mouth twitch with the beginnings of a smile.

Not taking kindly to his taunt, you shake off your dripping limbs as you climb back on to dry land. You twist the fabric of your clothing in your tiny fists, hoping to squeeze out some of the excess water. Now disheveled and wrinkled to hell, you realize your attempts to dry your clothes are useless — you’re absolutely soaked to the bone.

“Tie up the horses, I’ll get a fire started,” Henry calls to you as he goes off in search of tinder.

You obey, though you grumble in annoyance to yourself as you craft several roughshod knots in the horses’ reins and tether them loosely to the trunk of a tree. Sitting on a large rock, you wrap your arms around yourself, your teeth clacking together as your wet clothing chills your body. Henry finishes gathering an armful of sticks and dry tree limbs and sets to work on getting the fire started. The moment he has a decent flame going, you kneel as close to the fire as is safe, desperately trying to warm your shaking body.

“You’ll catch a cold in those wet rags,” Henry observes from across the burning flames.

Realizing that he’s right, you huff in frustration when you remember that the only other clothing you’d brought along is a few dresses — which are less than suitable for riding on horseback. Still, it has to be better than continuing to shiver away in your soggy pants and shirt. Walking to your bag with shaking knees, you pull out the first dress your hand touches. Taking the acquired cloth, you head off into the woods when you hear Henry calling after you.

“Don’t go too far,” he warns, though amusement colors his words as he knows you’re trying to hide your bare body from his view.

The crooked smile lifting Henry’s lips vanishes instantly when you reappear from the depths of the woods. You’re clad in a flowing, emerald green dress; the corset tied across your torso lifts your breasts, accentuating your bust and nearly causing it to spill from the neckline of the silky frock. Henry can’t seem to take his eyes off the curves of your hips and ass as you drape your wet garments over a low hanging branch. Before you turn back around, he quickly adjusts himself behind the worn material of his trousers, trying to will his growing erection to abate.

“Get over here,” he growls lowly, acting compulsively as he watches your still-shivering body.

You hesitate slightly before approaching Henry cautiously where he lies on the ground. Reaching for your wrist, he pulls you roughly to the ground, situating your back against his chest as he wraps the edges of his thick coat around you and pulls you close. Henry inhales the sweet, flowery scent of you, convincing himself that his concern for your well-being and comfort is the only reason for the warm, soft bride of his dead brother being pressed so closely to his body.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to tie a damn knot, girl?!” Henry barks with venom, glaring at you.

You hang your head in shame as Henry stands before you with only one horse beside him. In your haste last night, you’d neglected to ensure that you properly tied up the horses and one of them had wandered away in the night. Henry berates you for several more minutes, not relenting in his harsh words until a single tears slips down your cheek. 

With a terse command to gather your things, Henry lifts you onto the back of his steed, handling you roughly and showing no concern for your delicateness as he slams your body down into the saddle. For a moment, you feel bad that Henry now has to walk for the remainder of the trip, but that thought slips from your mind the second Henry swings his own bulky form into the saddle behind you.

You try to squirm forward to put some distance between your bodies, but Henry slaps his palm against your abdomen, crushing you up against him. Grabbing the reins, Henry yanks harshly and kicks his spurred heels, urging the horse to walk. The jostling movements of the horse causes your lifted breasts to jiggle enticingly within your tight dress, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Henry. Feeling himself hardening in his britches once more, he finds himself regretting having you so close to him. With the reins in hand, he rests his wrists against the creases of your hips, not moving any further away from you, though he knows you can likely feel the length of him pressed against you from behind.

Before long, you begin to shift around uncomfortably. With no petticoat beneath your dress and wearing only a pair of bloomers that leave your legs bare, your skin is beginning to chafe against the smooth leather of the saddle. Henry notices your fidgety behavior, gathering the reins into one hand and using his free hand to press against your stomach and still your wiggling to ask you what’s wrong. 

Sympathetic to your discomfort, he decides to stop and take a short break. Leading the horse into a patch of shade, Henry slides gracefully from the saddle and before he can offer you a hand, you’re tumbling down right beside him. He manages to catch you before you fall to the ground, catching a decent glimpse of your smooth legs as the skirt of your dress lifts around you. You cling to Henry’s body as you regain your balance, your cheeks burning as you smile shyly at him.

Being this close, you’re struck with how handsome Henry is with his rugged looks and even his brooding personality. Your thighs clench indiscriminately as you find herself wondering what Henry looks like beneath all his layers of heavy clothing. Trailing your hand over his firm chest, you slip around the back of his neck and thread your nimble fingers through the bits of graying hair that curl at the nape. You tug the short tresses daringly as you lean up to nip at the line of his jaw, and that’s all it takes to prompt a heated reaction from Henry. He whirls around, pulling you away from his horse and pinning you against the rough bark of a wide tree.

“I sure hope you can ride a man better than you ride a horse,” he grunts before bending forward to claim your soft lips.

Henry attacks your mouth, nipping at your lips and pressing his tongue against yours as you moan softly beneath him. The edge of his hat catches on the tree you’re pressed against and it falls off his head, inviting you to drag your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. You pull him closer, enticing him to shift his exploring lips along the length of your neck. You tip her head, allowing him access to the soft skin there. Henry thrusts his pelvis against your own, letting you feel the length and girth of his hardened member even through the material of his pants.

“I’m going to make you forget all about my brother,” he promises with a whiskey-smooth whisper.

Your chest heaves with a gasp as Henry bunches the material of your dress in his large fists, dragging it up and exposing your shapely legs to his burning gaze. You can’t help the tiny squeak that slips out when you feel his warm, calloused fingertips slithering up your inner thigh. When his touch reaches your damp undergarments, Henry wastes no time yanking the small bloomers down to your knees. Returning to his position between your legs, Henry immediately slips his thick fingers through your sodden lips, watching as he sweeps over every inch of your folds.

“Such a warm little flower,” he breathes into your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting gently.

When Henry plunges his long middle finger into your slippery hole, your knees nearly give out. Using only the hand knuckle-deep in your cunt, Henry manages to keep you upright. He pumps his hand, dragging his finger in and out of your clenching body with deep, fluid movements. Before long, you’re digging your nails into his shoulders and dripping sweet nectar all over his palm and he can’t hold out any longer. Jerking his hand away, Henry flicks his tongue across the musky fluids trailing down his hand, holding your gaze as he swiftly unfastens his trousers and demands that you remove her underwear. When he lowers his pants enough to pull out his thick length, your eyes widen at the sheer size of him.

“Don’t worry, you can take it all, Princess. You’re more than ready,” Henry reassures you as he reaches for your thigh.

One hand lifts your thigh against his hip while the other encircles his throbbing length and directs it towards your awaiting pussy. Henry presses the wide head gently against your entrance, groaning when it slips inside and your delicious heat engulfs him. You cry out as Henry’s girth stretches your body almost painfully, reveling in the aching pressure of him buried inside of you. 

Too ravenous to be gentle, Henry drives his hips forward, impaling you with every inch of his shaft. You moan shakily when the coarse hair at the base of his cock causes a pleasurable friction against your swollen clit. Henry grabs a handful of your round ass, clasping the flesh tightly as he lifts you onto the toes of the foot remaining on the ground and pounds into you with unforgiving force.

“You’re just starved for it, ain’t ya?” he growls through clenched teeth, empowered and incited by the way the you’re falling apart in his arms.

“Ohh, Henry,” you wail in need. “Give it to me. Take me.”

With the power of his punishing thrusts, Henry loses his grip on you and drops you to the ground. Removing your hold around him, he regretfully slides his slicked length from within you and takes a step back. He whips the maroon duster from his shoulders and lays it haphazardly against the forest floor. Turning his attention back to you — where you stand braced against the tree, wanton and dripping — he tucks his fingers into the neckline of your dress, yanking harshly and rending the material almost to your belly button. Your breasts spill out and quiver with each quick breath you take, tempting Henry to take a hardened nipple into his mouth. One hand massages your bosom while he laves the other with his damp tongue.

Once Henry has you mewling and writhing, he takes you into his arms again. He lifts you off your feet, dropping your exposed body onto the soft surface of his discarded coat. Bracing himself over you, Henry wedges himself between your twitching thighs, determined to see you both through to an intense climax. He enters your sodden core again, sharing in a deeply satisfied moan with you as your walls squeeze him snugly. He sets a brutal pace at once, jostling your entire body and jiggling your breasts in a lewd display.

“I should take you home to your family, cunt dripping with my cum,” Henry snarls as he nears his release. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You toss your head from side to side, cheeks heating up at Henry’s filthy assessment and the truth of it. You’re desperate for him and even more so for the orgasm he seems more than happy to deliver. Slipping a hand between your parted thighs, you press your fingers to the bundle of nerves there, behaving more shamelessly than you ever have before. 

The forbidden thrill of fucking your dead husband’s brother has your pussy absolutely drenched, easing Henry’s way as he hammers your body mercilessly. With a long, low whine, you finally reach your peak, your body growing taut and your muscles snapping your thighs around Henry’s canting hips as you cover his grinding dick in your sticky cream.

“Damnit, just like that,” Henry groans as you grow impossibly tighter around him. “Get my dick nice and wet, Princess.”

Henry continues to fuck you through your orgasm, spreading your thighs further apart as your over-sensitive body squirms beneath him. He slams his hips into yours, paying no mind to your small cries as he bombards you with pleasure. Just as he feels his impending release, Henry rolls over, lifting your body so you’re sitting astride him, his pulsating dick still buried inside you to the hilt.

“Ride me,” he demands darkly, gripping your hips to guide your frantic movement.

You bounce enthusiastically, moaning loudly and calling Henry’s name as his length pummels your body from below. As Henry cries out, you increase your speed, sliding your rippling walls up and down Henry’s dick with impressive speed as you beg him to fill you up. 

Before long, Henry latches on to your waist, pulling you all the way down onto him and holding you still as the first warm explosion of cum coats your insides. You swivel your hips slowly, enjoying the heat of his thick seed pouring into you. Henry holds you there for a long moment, glorifying in his own climax before flipping you onto your back and slipping his cream-coated and softening cock from your wrecked pussy.

“God damn,” he exclaims tiredly. “You know how long I have waited for this very moment?“

You struggle to control your breathing as Henry positions himself between your thighs and uses his thumbs to spread your lower lips, exposing your dripping center and watching in rapture as his seed spills from your spent body. Feeling corrupted, delightfully filthy, and fully satisfied, you begin to right your rumpled clothing. 

Lifting up on to your knees, you can’t help taking advantage of your position as you reach out for Henry’s hips. You take his half-hard dick into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the smooth flesh and licking off every drop of your combined fluids. You release him with a wet pop, looking up innocently as Henry places a finger beneath your chin.

“Next time, you’re gonna take me down your throat, sweetheart,” he murmurs wickedly.

Henry fixes his own clothes then, tucking himself back into his pants and grabbing his fallen hat from the ground to plop it onto your head before offering you a hand. He lifts you from the ground with an unfamiliar smile that reveals the deep dimples hiding beneath his facial hair. Pulling you into his chest, Henry kisses you dominantly before directing you to his waiting stallion as he dons his long coat once more.

He eases you into the saddle more gently this time and climbs on behind you as you take off into the sunset. The pain you were feeling earlier is nothing compared to the tenderness your well-used body is feeling now as you bounce in the saddle. Though your aches are long forgotten when Henry slides a hand beneath your dirtied skirt and between your sticky thighs.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

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Fanfiction Recommendations

Here’s a revamped fic rec list that hopefully Tumblr won’t screw up this time!

Many works are NSFW so consider yourself warned!

Categorized by Fandom:

Star Wars

Includes: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader | General Hux x Reader | Kylo x Reader x Hux

Marvel

Includes:

Bucky Barnes x Reader | Steve Rogers x Reader | Steve x Reader x Bucky | Loki x Reader | Tony Stark x Reader | Doctor Strange x Reader | Thor x Reader

American Horror Story

Includes: Michael Langdon x Reader

The Walking Dead 

Includes: Negan x Reader | Negan x Reader x Rick | Negan x Reader x Simon

Supernatural

Includes: John Winchester x Reader | Sam Winchester x Reader | Dean Winchester x Reader | Castiel (Casifer) x Reader

Nostalgia Rec: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Includes: Spike x Willow | Willow x Angel | Spike x Willow x Angel

From Dusk Til Dawn: The Series

Includes: Richie x Kate x Seth | Richie x Kate

Star Trek AOS

Includes: Jim Kirk x Reader | Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader

Multiple Characters - One Actor

Pedro Pascal (Misc. Characters)

Includes: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader | Oberyn Martell x Reader | Javier Pena x Reader | Agent Whiskey x Reader | Max Lord x Reader | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader | Dave York x Reader | Marcus Pike x Reader | Ezra x Reader | Commandante Veracruz x Reader

Oscar Isaac (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Poe Dameron x Reader | Nathan Bateman x Reader | Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Reader

Sebastian Stan (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Charles Blackwood x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader | Lance Tucker x Reader

Karl Urban (Misc. Characters)

Includes: John Kennex x Reader | Lord Vaako x Reader

Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Misc. Characters)

Includes: The Comedian x OC | Henry Delarue x OC

Tom Hiddleston (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Coriolanus x OC (Coriolanus) | Thomas Sharpe x Reader/OC (Crimson Peak)

Cody Fern (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Duncan Shepherd x Reader (House of Cards) | Jim Mason x Reader (Tribes of Palos Verdes)

Adam Driver (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Clyde Logan x Reader (Lucky Logan) | Adam Sackler x Reader (Girls) | Flip Zimmerman x Reader (Blackkklansman)