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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months

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Hiiiii can you do a jealous Alastor but not of anyone but his own shadows bc his wifey takes a liking on one of his shadows.

Oooh! I like this quite a lot! It’s very interesting and unique! Once again, beloved hubby Alastor! Another one I want to explore hubby of is Blitz. I think Blitz would make a good hubby

Alastor- Picking Favourites

Alastor’s furious, steaming from his deer-like ears so hot that it’s basically boiling him… did somebody hurt his ego? No. Did Angel Dust sexually advance on him again? No. Did his breakfast get interrupted by the Hotel Manager? NO. Nothing has inconvenienced him but something awful has been happening, day by day, that he can barely keep his composure

Hitting your laughter directed at something else feels like a hit that would form a bruise, but knowing your laughter is directed at his mere sentient shadow basically gutted him in the stomach with a sharp butcher knife. You’re his wife, his lady, his realm, the woman he has been fawning over for so long and you’re hitting it up with his sentient silent shadow, and not him?!

Of course, Alastor’s fascinating lively shadow is just being nice to it’s master’s recently wedded wife, and is trying to get you accustom to being around so much Voodoo magic and the weirdness that is Alastor himself so it’s being all caring and leading you around, showing you items and reaching you Alastor’s favourite foods

But that doesn’t mean Alastor isn’t jealous… because he is, he’s really jealous

Whilst he reads through a interesting crime fiction novel, Alastor’s tall fluffy deer-like ears flick up at the sound of your voice. He can’t sense his voodoo-magic induced shadow, meaning that it’s wondered off to you and as he suspected, you enter your husband’s soothingly silent fireplace-warmed accompanied by Alastor’s sentient shadow. It cant really talk but it makes all kinds of humming and echoey noises. It almost seems like you understand it…

Alastor’s patience, throughout every time he hears this, has finally shattered to pieces as his claws dig into the book in his hand, snapping his fingers. The shadow directly mirroring your husband’s look, fades away into thin air as if it was a big fire and a bucket of water was dumped on the top of it, rising up into streams of smoke. It’s gone and you’re confused on why it disappeared

“Darling. Why are you getting so handsy with my friend?”

Alastor almost growls out with his deep scowl… this is possibly the first ever time you and Hell will ever see Alastor frown and frown so deeply he is… it’s kinda unnatural to look at but when Alastor willingly frowns and can’t pull himself to smile, it means he is more than pissed off… you didn’t think just being polite and going along with your husband’s voodoo magic shadow being would ever cause a problem

It’s just that Alastor’s love for you is so strong that it causes jealousy to concur and even jealousy over just some magic creating a shadowy being. Something that is sentient but mainly tied to it’s owner, to Alastor and he is jealous of his own creation

Approaching your beloved husband, the Radio Demon, you lean over, pushing back his somewhat messy crimson red bangs and kisses directly over the pale red almost bullet-sized ‘x’ on the flesh of his forehead. That ‘x’ is the biggest weak spot on Alastor, a symbol of his shame and where his pride can be hurt the most but he doesn’t mind showing off all his weaknesses and vulnerabilities to you… he had already told you about his human life

What’s one little kiss on that ‘x’ going to do?

Pulling back. It’s almost like the single kiss had melted away all his anger and Alastor is now just a soft innocent fluffy little fawn with his crimson red eyes almost sparkling at the affection. He didn’t suspect that, he suspected this’d turn into some big fight but you’re not going to argue, you’re going to explain yourself

“Alastor… Al, my love. I wasn’t replacing you with your shadow buddy. He was just trying to help me get accustom to being your wife. I’ve never been married before and being married to the Radio Demon… it’s. It requires a lot of adjusting so he was just trying to help”

Alastor couldn’t help but feel a bit bad about his half temper tantrum. Of course, why would his shadow even care about having a spouse of its own? It doesn’t, it cares about you being the best wife for its master so it’s trying to help and get you more comfortable. Yes, he is still jealous that you didn’t come to him and go to a shadow… but he does really appreciate all the effort and the wish to not rely on him in order to impress him

After taking a deep breath whilst placing his bigger clawed hand on the smaller clawed hand of yours over his cheek, gently fondling the soft skin over his face. Alastor rhythmically brushes his own fingers over the smooth skin of your hand briefly. Controlling himself, controlling his emotions and then finally saying whilst opening his eyes again to meet yours

Just… such beautiful eyes

“My dear… I appreciate the efforts but please, don’t think you can’t come to me to learn. We’re husband and wife, we work together. You don’t need to go to my friends for that advice”

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actuallyprobablyafaerie · 4 months

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list of things that made me scream in pjo episode 3

Percy picking grover because he trusts him not to betray him!!! THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS OK

Luke still comes off as so likable and inconspicuous that whole convo he had with percy and the shoes i just

GROVER AND THE CONSENSUS SONG I CANT

annabeth staring at the different flavors of candy in the gas station and not being able to pick and just buying all of them. Thats the annabeth we deserve

ANNABETHS KNIFE APPEARANCE ALERT and a fury is IMMEDIATELY killed

uncle ferdinand foreshadowing……………

When annabeth and percy start arguing in the woods and grover tries to change the subject by talking about his uncle and they both completely ignore him. I LOVE GROVER SO MUCH

the bickering in this episode is ON POINT by the way

like the stuff theyre arguing about makes sense. Yes i would be concerned about those things too

ESPECIALLY since theres such a focus put on trust (esp after percy learns that someone is going to betray him) and percy and annabeth are arguing about stuff theyve lied or havent told each other about???? Sorry that might be skipping ahead a bit but GOD is that the good stuff

i love that they changed how the three of them ended up going into auntie em’s because before it was a little concerning that none of them figured out it was medusa. Plus having a fury outside just adds to the tension a perfect amount i think, because it really traps them in there

all the discussion about the gods and what medusa talks to percy about in the kitchen - YES MAKE ME HATE THEM!! All of this is adding up to lukes motivations making so much sense in the end

ALSO!! Them harkening back to sallys line in the first episode when she tells percy that not all heroes look like heroes and not all monsters look like monsters - they brought it back so perfectly. Percy wanting to trust medusa because of what his mom said, medusa calling Poseidon a monster, ALL OF IT is so good

When theyre down in the basement and grover puts on the shoes and then just fucking. Flies away and disappears into the darkness yelling a little. and annabeth and percy just kind of helplessly watch him go before being like - welp i guess that plans not working. That was peak comedy

them using annabeths hat on medusa and then using it to kill alecto THEY WERE SO SMART FOR THAT!!! Also percy just the invisible severed head was a hilarious concept to me

when percy suggests burying the hat in the ground with the hat on to make sure no one bad finds it and annabeth just!!! Agrees!!! And then grover has to be like no that hats important to her its a gift from her mother!!! And then percys like well we’ll find another solution then. That whole scene was good yes i liked that

also annabeth revealing that grover was her protector too and percy asks about it and grover just changes the subject and doesnt answer. He is the KING of avoidance

also grover finally interrupting annabeth and percy when they start fighting and giving his whole speech about getting along. That wouldve felt a little cheesy and preachy and out of place from anyone else but considering grover tried to get them to sing the consensus song a few hours earlier i fully believe that he would say that

I AM IMPERTINENT

Why the fuck wasnt there a lin manuel maranda jumpscare warning. I couldve used one of those

but actually all the jokes in this episode were so on point. Like percy calling drachmas chuckie cheese tokens. And him arguing about voting on the bus. Anyways

10/10 episode i will be rewatching like eight times before next tuesday.

#Pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #Annabeth chase #the lightning thief #Grover underwood #percy jackson spoilers

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Slashers with housewife s/o

(She/her)(swf) I was writing it for hour and it didnt save tnere is a lot of dialogue this color is slasher talking and this one is s/o. Its mostly written for fun Request open

Thomas Hewitt

P r o t e c t

He is triple cousious with his victims now! He would not forgive himself if one of them hurt her! And I dont thinl s/o likes gore so dont go near basement hon pls

*tommy vibing outside* "Uhhh Tommy? Theres some guy in livingroom" 🤨😨

Even tho she is hausewife he is hausehusband so yall Just vibe while cooking and cleaning

The Micheal Myers

"Micheal make sure to wear something under this jumpsuit, its cold outside!"

S/o getting him a phone and texting him every second he's out

Please Micheal stop killing people in our livingroom, this carpet costs more that my kidney

Once he gave her a knife he stole from some girl that tried to Defend herself

I can imagine s/o texting him stuff like "at 5pm u better be home, i made your favorite food" he will speedrun to home, he loves food

Collector

*phone rings at 3am* "Honey why you calling me, im at work?" "ASA THERE IS HUGE SPOODER IN BATHROOM HELP I CANT PEE" "omygod not again"

Due to s/o being often home alone (he is busy man) she will probably find some sort of hobby?(obviolusly) I can see her learning how to do crocheting. LIKE IMAGINE: "Asa i made you this cute sweater Look!" (There are to ways he will answer that) option1: "yeaah thanks that suuuper cute will wear it for sure"(never wears it) option 2: "what kind of abomination is that"(will wear it at work)

Bonus points if the oomgomgomg IF SHE MAKES SWEATER WITH MOTHS ON IT OR COCKROACHES (you know the funny gif with spining cockroach?yep this one) HE WILL LOVE IT(secretly) He would love to wear it to work but Hes afraid of destorying it (No, because imagine Arkin living in hell and the guy that tortures him for months just cames in cute sweater with cockroaches on it)

Yaujta

"??? Mate u mean u want to stay here and take care of nest while I go out??? I mean sure? Eem take care??" Confused af, like in his culutre both partners Hunt and tbh theres non long lasting relationships, only to make babis so it is weird.

He wants her to stay by his side 24/7 so he will be grumpy

But idea of her making amazing food while he is out just for him is too good to pass

Especally if its made of foods that he hunt, brings him pride

Imagine learning him how to use fork "nono honey u grab it like that and stab the food. Nono gently nonoo oh noo *break plate* "why use that when im litteraly apex predator hon imma-*eats whole plate of food with plate*

Billy lenz

F o o d

He loves food she makes

She hangs out in house so its win-win.

He will hug her alot and try to take her attencion from whatever she does to him!!

"Billy go help me chop carrorts for dinner!" *billy speedruning from upstairs* "🥺whar are carrots?"

Brahms Heelshie

"Mmm :) " "Brahms stop staring at me and help me clean kitchen' "yes honey :("

He does not rule in this relationship

He may act intimitading but He is just a shy bean

He does not know how to food, he will try to eat uncooked potato while shes not looking mmm forbiden apples

Hush man

Hes into that, prefers his wife to be like that

He loves picking her up and runinning arond hause

No matter how long yall are into relaionship he will be nervous before any dinner u eat together or be so happy everytime he sees her after he comesback home

Found it in my drafts!

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ravenromanova · 8 months

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On the run

Pairings: Bounty hunter Nat x Thief female reader

warnings: Mentions of death, knives, kidnapping, SMUT 18+!!! (Thigh riding, face sitting, oral, fingering, squirting)

Word count: 3.8k+

Summary: Natasha is hired to kidnap you. But when she finds out why will she be able to do it? (I’m sorry this is so late!)

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Breaking into The White Wolfs office building was a lot easier than you had thought it would be. You picked the lock and ran upstairs without being detected as fast as possible. When you finally found the office labeled “James Barnes” you smiled to yourself and picked the lock. You were able to hack into his computer very easily thanks to your fathers teachings.

Scanning through all the files you smile when you find exactly what you were looking for. You clicked on the filed named ‘The winter project’ and after a quick confirmation that it was indeed the filed you needed, you put your usb into the computer and downloaded the data.

Once the data uploaded you took the drive and put it in your pocket before exiting out of the computer and shutting it down. You opened one of the large windows in the office and housed your grappling hook to scale down the building. You mentally give yourself a high-five as you get into your car and drive back to your apartment which was 5 hours away from the city. And that night you fell asleep peacefully to the sounds of crickets and smiled knowing your plan was in motion.

The next day you got ready as normal and went about your day as you normally do. But as you were walking around town you felt as if someone or something was watching you. It wasn’t until you were walking around the farmers market that you knew for a fact that someone was following you.

You noticed a flash of red which you assumed was the persons hair color as you bought some strawberries. After you paid the lady you wanted to really confirm your suspicions, so you walked down an alleyway. And when you did you heard another set of footsteps. Slyly you grabbed the 3inch blade that was in your belt loop and turned around and held it to the persons throat.

“Fuck” The woman muttered as her head hit the brick wall behind her. You pressed the blade into her throat more as she grunted in pain.

“Why are you following me?” You spit out at the woman and she pushes you off of her before catching her breath to speak.

“I was trying to capture you.” She says in between gasps of air.

Your jaw dropped and your eyes went wide. “Capture me! I dont even know you! why the hell would you want to take me” You ask as you grip the handle of your blade tighter ready to attack if needed.

“Because i was paid 2 million dollars to” The woman responds as she walks up closer to you. It’s at this time that you really get to notice her features. Her eyes are a light shade of green, She has light brown freckles that litter her cheeks and you cant help but get captivated by her.

You’re soon snapped out of your thoughts as she goes to grab your hand to take you with her. You pull away from her and draw your knife to her throat again before she kicks out your knee and pins you.

“You’re either coming with me willingly or we can do this my way where i knock you out” She huffs trying to catch her breath again.

“What!? Who hired you?” You question as you attempt to free yourself of her hold. She smiles a little evilly at your question and you just grow more confused.

“Did you really think you could break in and steal information from the white wolf and him not know?” She quips and just kinda laughs at her own question.

“Well maybe if he wasn’t a killer i wouldn’t want to steal his information and take him down.” The words come out a little broken as they come out and the woman definitely notices.

“Well your vendetta against him isn’t my concern all i know is that i was hired to bring you to him so he can deal with you himself.” The woman says and she then takes your hand and handcuffs you to her.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” You yell at her and she just simply shrugs and stands up pulling you with her.

“This way i dont lose you” And with that she’s tugging your arm making you walk beside her. At this point you dont even know if you should try to run away since she seems to be much stronger and quicker than you.

“So you’re seriously going to hand me over to someone you know is a gonna kill me the second you deliver me” Her facial expression falters slightly at your words but she keeps walking. You roll your eyes and just huff as she doesn’t respond still trying to think of a way to get out of this.

After walking for what feels like thirty miles out of town you finally make it to what your assume is her car. You look at her confused since you have no idea hoe the hell to get in the car handcuffed.

“Crawl over the drivers seat and sit down. if you think i trust you to willingly get in the car and not run you’re even more insane than i thought.” The woman says and pushes you into the car. You do as you’re told and crawl over the drivers to get into the passenger seat. She followed behind and got into the drivers seat and started the car.

“This is so fucked up” The words are barley audible as they leave your lips. As she drives off you just stare out the window with your left arm strained as she drives. At this point you fully give into your situation and come to terms with it.

~an hour later~

As you stared out the window as the car was filled with silence. Neither you or the woman spoke to each other for nearly an hour until you felt the car come to a halt.

“Why are we stopping in the middle of nowhere?” You ask looking out the window and seeing just a bunch of nothing where you are.

“Because we ran out of gas” The redhead slams her hands on the steering wheel in frustration and in turn pulls your arm with her.

“ow! could you be a little more careful” She rolls her eyes at your statement and mumbles a ‘sorry’ “What are we supposed to do now? We are in the middle of nowhere with no gas and the nearest gas station isn’t for at least another fifty miles” She just groaned at your words. The next few minutes are silent as the woman tries to come up with a plan.

“Well i guess we are gonna attempt to hitchhike or find a place to crash for the night.” And with that she’s pulling your arm as she gets out of the car and you obviously follow.

“This is ridiculous if you had just let me go we wouldn’t be here.” You huff and try crossing you arms but fail.

“You know i still dont even know your name random woman who kidnapped me” She laughs at you remark as she grabs a bag from her trunk before she starts walking off.

“Well i didn’t think we’d be around each other for long but plans change” She replies as you two reach a dirt road to follow. “It’s Natasha” The woman adds with a little hint of a smile on her face.

“It’s pretty” You admit looking at Natasha and she blushes a little.

“Thanks- uh try and see if you have any service and if you do try to find the nearest motel if possible” Nat said clearly changing the topic of conversation. Pulling out your phone you squeal when you see you have on bar. Quickly you go to look up a motel and see one fifteen miles away.

“There’s one fifteen miles down this road should take about an hour or two” You point north and she nods and you both just walk in silence.

The sun goes down as you both tread to the motel and luckily it’s autumn in new york so it’s not hot. Neither of you speak unless you’re giving her directions which wasn’t often. You did however notice how gorgeous the woman was. Granted she was literally delivering you to deaths door but hey at least she was hot.

Natasha stole glances at you here and there as you walked. For some reason she had a pit of guilt in her stomach. Normally she has no remorse for her bounties since most of them are awful people. But here you were this girl who looked like she wouldn’t hurt a fly, She couldn’t help but wonder why The White Wolf wanted you dead so bad, What did you steal?

The two hours go by rather quickly even though your legs are indeed killing you. The two of you walk into the lobby of a very shabby motel.

“Hi there! What can i do for you two” The woman at the front desk asks as both of you approach the desk.

“We’d like a room for the night please” You say with a smile and the woman nods and starts typing.

“We have a room with a queen bed for twenty dollars a night will that work dear?” She asks and you look over at Natasha who just shrugs and nods her head.

“Alright dear and if just for the night then it’s twenty even” You nod and pull out your wallet from your pocket but Natasha beat you to it. She gave the woman her card and paid. The woman handed you the room key along with telling you where the room was and you thanked her before walking away.

It was silent as you two walked up the stairs to the second floor. When you reached the door Natasha used the key card to open the door. You walked into the room first and she followed behind. The room wasn’t the worst but it also wasn’t exactly the best. Luckily it was only for a night.

You were quickly reminded of the handcuffs when your left arm got pulled towards the bed and you groaned.

“Okay listen i know you handcuffed us because you think im gonna run but if i promise not to run will you take them off.” Natasha noticed the pleading look in your eyes as you spoke. She was a little hesitant about uncuffing you both, on one hand she didn’t want you to run because if she lost you’d she be dead, and she also kinda liked your presence.

“If you try to escape i don’t hesitate to knock you out understood” She agrees with a stern look and you nod in agreement. When she uncuffs you she notices how you dont move away from her and you just kinda look at her.

“Uh thanks” You finally spoke breaking the trance you were in.

“No problem. Why dont you go take a shower and then we can figure out how to get back to the city later” Natasha said and it’s then you realize you have no clothes and nothing to shower with.

“I would if i had anything to shower with” Pointing to the lack of bags on your hand. She nods her hand and opens the bag she grabbed earlier before you left her car.

“That’s why i brought these.” And with that she hands you a change of clothes and mini toiletries. You thank her and head to the small bathroom and lock the door.

You turn the small shower on as hot as it can go before getting undressed. Setting the clothes on the sink and stepping into the hot shower you sigh in relief as the water runs down your skin.

While your in the shower Natasha has the most infuriating internal struggle she’s ever had. She knows she should bring you to The White Wolf but she can’t help but feel like there’s something that she doesn’t know. She is determined to find out why he wants you dead so bad when you get out of the shower.

After you wash your body you grab one of the towels from the motel and wrap it around your body. You wipe the fog off the mirror before staring at yourself in the mirror. Your mind wanders off to your father and how he would handle this situation, He’d probably would have already killed this woman, You wish you could call him and ask him what to do…But you cant. So with a heavy sigh you put on the oversized t-shirt and shorts before wrapping your hair in the towel and walking out.

When Natasha sees you step out in her clothes her breath hitches in her throat. She takes a moment to study your features and take in how breathtakingly beautiful you are, Your hair that flows past your middle back, How long your eyelashes are, How soft your skin looks-. She cuts her own thoughts off as you sit on the bed next to her.

“Thanks for the clothes” Your voice comes out soft and for a moment you forget that this woman is bringing you to your death. Suddenly you feel a sense of fear and your eyes swell with tears. Natasha notices your change in demeanor and puts two and two together.

“If you dont mind me asking…What did you steal from The White Wolf? Why does he want you dead” Natasha asks as she scoots closer to you and gently holds your hand.

The look you give you give her before you speak can only be described as innocent. “Two years ago my father was killed. He worked for The White Wolf as his second in command for fifteen years. He found out that the White Wolf was planning on conducting illegal human experiments in attempt to make something that he called a super solider. My father said that he would report him to the fbi if he did so and then he executed my father right then and there. I had found out from my brother who worked there as well what happened and since that day i vowed to take him and his entire operation down.” Tears start to fall as you recall your fathers death and you just sit there stuck in the memory.

It’s right then and there that Natasha decides she’s not gonna bring you in. You were innocent, You were just trying top avenge your father she couldn’t bring you to deaths door because of that. She just hugs you after you finish speaking. The action takes you by surprise but you accept it and quickly embrace her back.

“I’m not taking you to him anymore- Now that i know why i-i cant do it” She whispers into your hair and you look up to her and start to cry even more.

“He will kill us both if you dont you know” The words are shaky and broken as they come out. She just shakes her head and puts her finger against your lips.

“I dont care what happens to me. I just wanna keep you safe.” She says honestly and you’re amazed by her. She has only known you for a few hours and yet is risking her life for you.

“Why? You dont even know me…For all you know i could be a serial killer” You joke a little and she laughs and god its the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

“I guess you’re right. But i’ve done my research on you Y/n killing doesn’t quite seem like your MO” She teases back and you giggle and reposition yourself against the headboard.

“Yea i guess you’re right but still why are you risking your life for someone you just met?” Natasha looks at you and sits down next to while taking your hand in hers again. Her thumb runs over your knuckles and you get this feeling as if you’ve known her for years. It takes her a moment before she responds as she get lost in the moment herself.

“I see something in you and it makes me want to protect you- i can’t describe it” She confess and your heart swells. Before you can even think about your actions your lips on on hers. Natasha is quick to reciprocate the kiss along with grabbing you and having you straddle her hips. You moan into her mouth as she grinds your hips down on her thigh.

“Fuck me” You whisper into her mouth and she’s quick to leave dark bruises on your neck. After she’s satisfied with the marks she lifts your shift off you and moves to your boobs. She moans when she sees your bare chest and you blush as she grabs the soft skin.

“So pretty Kotenok” The words she speaks makes you groan and grind on her thigh a little faster. She quickly takes a nipple in between her teeth and grazes it lightly before sucking on it.

“Oh fuck Nat-Please fuck me” She doesn’t need much more convincing after that. Natasha flips you both so you are underneath her on your back. She rids you of you shorts and underwear and stares at your bare pussy.

“So fucking pretty” Her voice is deep as she drinks in the sight in front of her. Slowly she makes her way to you slit licking from there to your clit and you let out a soft moan. She focuses on you clit and starts sucking on it at a fast pace. She moans at the taste of you as if its the sweetest thing on the planet.

“Oh fuck yea right- right there” You moan and she adds two fingers into your tight hole and you scream.

“So tight baby so fucking tight” She mutters into your pussy sending vibrations to your clit that makes your back arch. Natasha kitten licks your clit and the teasing of it drives you up a wall. Once she adds the third finger that’s when you really fucking lose it.

“Oh fuck yes YES!” You scream and you swear you can feel her smirk into your pussy as she sucks your clit harder. You can feels your walls pulsate on her fingers as she gives you an unrelenting pace,

“Cum for me baby” She urges picking up the pace and fucks into you harder. You can feel the coil in your stomach grow tighter as you drink up the pleasure coursing through your body. You’ve never felt anything like this before and you know that after this you’ll be ruined for anyone else.

“Fuck-har-harder natty please” Natasha smirks at the nickname and happily obliges and fucks into you at a much harder pace. It doesn’t take long before you’re back in arching and you’re screaming as she kisses your g-spot.

“i-im cumming!” And within thirty seconds you squirt on her fingers and tongue. Natasha groans and continues to lick your pussy clean. When she comes back up for air she sticks her fingers in your mouth.

“Taste yourself baby” And you do as you’re told and swirl your tongue around her three fingers. She pushes them further into your mouth and fucks your throat with them. You gag on her fingers but you dont complain as you relish in this filthy moment. Once you have cleaned her fingers to her liking she takes them out of your mouth and replaces her fingers with her mouth.

“Fuck baby you taste so fuckin good” She praises in between kisses and you moan out a thank you in response.

“I wanna taste you too” A hint of mischief hidden on your words as you scoot down on the pillow. She takes the hint and rids herself of her pants, before she places herself around your head and settles her pussy down on your mouth.

You wrap your hands around her thighs and push her onto your tongue. She grinds her hips on your face and moans as your lips suck on her clit.

“Oh fuck baby” She moan and her hands tangle themselves in your hair as you continue sucking. You quickly add a finger into her already dripping pussy and that drives her crazy. She’s quick to fuck herself as much as she can on your finger. You moan in satisfaction as you feel her clench around your finger, when you add another one Natasha practically screams at the stretch.

“Fuck baby im gonna cum” Her words feel like a challenge to you and in that moment you want to make her cum more than anything. You add a third finger while nipping and sucking on her clit. Her walls clench on your fingers as you hit her g-spot.

“FUCK!” Natasha screams as she cums on your fingers and tightens her grip on your hair. She falls on the bed next to you as she tries to catch her breath. You roll over on your side and look at her fucked out face and smile.

You cuddle into her side and run your hand under her shirt in soothing motions. “That was amazing” You confess and she looks at you with a dopey smile on her lips.

“Agreed” She says and wraps an arm around you waist. The two of you stay like this for a moment not caring about aftercare right now. The silence is nice as you both enjoy each other’s presence.

“So what happens now?” Your voice is the first one to break the silence. Natasha lets out a sigh and rubs her hand over your hip.

“Well i have a plan but it’s not exactly that well thought out” She admits as you look up to meet her gaze. You nod as a sign for her to continue. “Why dont we just take the money and run? We can go anywhere you want, and we can change our names so The White Wolf doesn’t find us and we make a life together-“ Your eyes widen at her words and she takes that a sign that she’s being crazy and that there’s no way you’ll agree to this.

“Unless you think its a stupid idea, Because in that case ill split the money with you and we can go our separate ways” The words come out anxious and shaky and you shake your head and put your finger to her lips like she did earlier.

“Let’s do it” You smile “Lets be on the run together.” After the words come out Natasha smiles and kisses you with more passion than before.

Being on the run with the woman who was hired to kidnap you? Definitely not what you had on your yearly bingo card but hey… at least you aren’t dead.

~The end~

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luvgumii · 4 months

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bully!megumi

2k words!!

tw: aged up characters, sadism, bullying, degrading, hair pulling, semi-public, male masturbation.

this is set in university/college, all characters are 18+ and megumi is aged up. if this makes you uncomfortable, please scroll.

a/n: im sorry but i accidentally deleted the request so whoever asked for this i hope u see it!!

megumi fushiguro was someone who you loved and hated.

and someone that you couldn't get rid of.

you stared at the floor where your chemistry experiment lay, the shattered glass that lay scattered across the floor reminded you of your willpower to go through with school. you had the mind to fucking quit and work a lowly job with a measly pay if it meant you didn't have to endure this.

if anyone asked you why you quit school and you said because of your bully, you knew they would laugh in your face and ridicule you. call you weak and that you must not have wanted to graduate considering how 'easy' it must have been to get you to quit.

the quiet sounds of snickers echoing the classroom snapped you out of your trance, and you quickly dropped to your knees to pick up the glass with trembling hands. you already knew who had knocked the test tubes out of your hands, so much so that you didn't even look up or express any signs of annoyance, knowing how much worse it would be if you did.

your shaking hands kept letting the shards slip out, and you let out a sharp hiss when you felt a large piece slice through the middle of your palm. the pain sears through your hand and the tears that you tried to desperately hard to keep it were now threatening to spill. but you still didn't dare lift your gaze.

you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a hand grab your hair and tug, yanking your head up in the process.

"fuck, you cant do anything right, can you?" he sneered, words cutting through you like a knife. you could already picture the look on his face, one you were familiar with, but made you feel just as incapable every time you saw it.

"are you mute or something? talk." the hand that had a grip of your hair moved back and forth, rocking your head in the process.

you let your eyes flutter open, and they land on his face that was twisted into a sadistic smirk, one you had seen many times before.

but that smirk quickly turned into a deep scowl when you didn't respond instantly, the grip in your hair getting tighter until it felt as if your hairs were being ripped out. your hands fly up to grip his wrist, trying to pry his hand from your hair, but it proves futile.

"a-ah, okay, m'sorry, m'sorry, p-please let go-" you babble, your words coming out in a flurry as he seems to revel in the pained look on your face. he thinks you look so pretty like this.

he's so focused on you that he nearly forgets that he's in a classroom full of other students. it's not as if they care anyway- most of them turn a blind eye. they tell themselves it's just a little bit of rough play between friends and opt to just leave instead of even thinking to help you out.

but obviously, there's a limit to how far he can go in public. when he notices that the usual snickers seem to have died down, and the faces that normally look at you with distaste start to have a slight hint or concern in them, he immediately lets up. his disentangles his hand from your hair, watching the way your body slumps back down on the ground. your hands fall in front of you to steady themselves, the smaller peices of glass digging into your skin.

you don't bother holding back the tears anymore. you let them fall freely, the clear liquid staining your cheeks.

his smirk only seemed to widen when he saw your tears, and he had to force himself not to lean down and lick them off your face. the familiar stretch in his pants appeared when he looked at you on your knees before him, blinking up at him with teary eyes and wet lashes, your plump lips trembling slightly.

he's forced to take his eyes off you when one of his friends nudge him, his face frowning at what he hears. he grumbles, muttering a few words under his breath before turning his attention back to you.

"clean this mess up." his words a cold and blunt, practically pouring salt into your wounds as he turns away and walks out the door as his friends follow. then everyone else filters out quietly, only sparing you a few pitiful glances.

you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. you've been through worse. he's done worse. you'll be fine.

he walks down the corridors quickly, shooing off his friends with a lousy excuse as he hurries into an empty bathroom stall and locks the door. he wastes no time unbuckling his belt and tugging down his trousers and boxers, letting out a soft groan of relief as his hard cock slips out of its uncomfortable confines as it hits his abs with a soft slap.

it's swollen and throbbing, his tip leaking pre-cum that trickles down the side of his dick. the length is so pale that it's almost translucent, veins running along it that get thinner as they reach the top. the tip is flushed pink, the slit weeping pre-cum constantly.

he grips his base tightly, hissing at how sensitive he is. he hated himself for this. it felt so dirty every time he got off to your tears, but he couldn't help it. his mind trailed back to your plump lips that were stained with your tears, his hand starting to stroke his cock.

this was a routine for him. he knew he would never get to feel your holes wrapped around him- he had practically ruined all his chances with you. so he was stuck beating his meat in a public bathroom like a fucking pervert. he could feel the heat rush to his cheeks at the humiliation, but his tip leaked even more pre cum at the thought of you cursing him out for being a pervert.

he could already feel his orgasm approaching, you made him feel like a fucking teenager sometimes. he can't even count how many times he nearly came in his pants at the sight of you beneath him. those teary eyes that had an emotion lingering behind them as they gazed up at him- an emotion he could never put his finger on.

he could feel his balls tightening, he knew that this orgasm would probably leave him panting. he tightened his grip, and starts fucking his hips up into his hand using his pre-cum as lube. his other hand pulls his shirt in between his teeth as so not stain his shirt. he lets out a guttural groan as he's about to cum, his hips stuttering and-

the door to the bathroom swings open, creaking slightly as the sound of feet shuffling on the floor is heard.

who the fuck? he was sure everyone had cleared the area, there was no one left apart from one person-

shit. it was you. he peeked through the gap between the door and the stall, his eyes landing on your back as you faced away from him, washing your hands in the sink. he could see your still tear stained face in the reflection of the mirror.

your were leaning forward slightly, your shirt falling further down your chest exposing your cleavage, and his cock weeps even more at the sight. he barely holds back a whimper.

fuck it. so what it you catch him? it's not like you could do anything anyway... plus, he could still feel his orgasm lingering. just a few thrusts...

he starts to fuck his fist again, with much more urgency than before as he tries to be as quiet as possible. he peeks back at you again, and the sight of your ass peeking from underneath your skirt has him letting out a slutty moan, his hips stuttering as ropes of cum spurt out of his cock and onto his abs and hand.

"is someone there?" you question, and he freezes up as you start walking towards his stall.

you had thought the bathroom was empty since all of the stalls had the unlocked symbol on them, but you failed to notice the pair of feet that were visible.

"um, are you okay in there?" you say, and he holds back a whine as his cock twitches in response to your worried tone.

you gaze falls down to the pair of feet in the stall, and you swear you've seen those shoes somewhere before...

"m-megumi? is that you?" you question, not able to hide the slight tremor in your voice.

"yeah." he responds, not bothering to act as if it's not him.

your hands push the stall door open slightly, wondering what he was doing since the door was unlocked, but you definitely didn't expect to see that.

his trousers were still pulled halfway down his thighs, his shirt no longer in between his teeth but resting on his midriff, his abs exposed as well as the spurts of cum that lingered on them. his cock was still hard, his hand gripping it tightly at the base. he was still leaning against the wall, his eyes locked on you.

you couldn't stop but take in his whole figure, the heat rushing to your face as well as somewhere lower. you never expected to see him in this state.

"are you going to keep on gawking on you going to get in and help me?" he says, his voice laced with slight lust. he would rather take his chances with you than never finding out how you feel towards him.

but he wasn't expecting you to walk into the stall and close the door, locking it before turning back to him. but he wasn't about to question you. his hands reach out and grab your waist before pulling you flush against him, and you squirm slightly as you feel his hard cock against your lower stomach.

you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips, and his eyes are clouded with lust as he looks into your own.

"fuck, you- do you really want this?" he questions, conflict written all over his face.

you hesitate slightly before nodding your head. you're unsure as to why you didn't run out the second you realised he was here. its almost like you're attracted to him.

"need to hear you say it." he murmurs, his hands sliding underneath your shirt to make skin to skin contact as his hands slide around to your lower back.

"I... want this. i want you, megumi." the words sound foreign coming out of your mouth, but you know that you mean them.

he practically growls at your words, his hand coming up to your nape as he brings your lips together.

this kiss is soft yet rough at the same time, his tongue searching your mouth in a show of possessiveness. his lips leave a trail of wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, paying special attention to your pulse point.

his hand slides up your shirt and into your bra, starting to roughly knead your breast, groaning slightly in content.

"a-ah, wait, megumi-" you fumble over your words slightly, but to your suprise, he pulls back, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. you can tell he's waiting for you to speak, so you do.

it was if you were his property. he could harass you as much as he wants, but no one else should even so much look at you. you didn't miss the oddly kind he did sometimes.

"um... why are you doing this? I thought you hated me..." you say, cringing slightly at your own words but it was true. he treated you like shit.

verbally degrading you, pushing and shoving you around, and sometimes even pulling your hair like he had done earlier today. but the second someone even made one remark towards you, his fist was flying towards them.

he would drag you over to him by the wrist just to fix your hair and tug your skirt down, calling you a slut but anyone could that he didn't mean it by look of concern in his eyes.

or when you would hurt yourself, he would take it upon himself to bandage you, even if it was partly his fault for the bruise or cut on your body.

his voice would be rough as he called you clumsy for hurting yourself and that you were a waste of space for mot even being able to dress your own wounds. but his hands would be gentle as he cleans and wraps the plaster around your skin.

and you hated it. that you couldn't hate him. the way your heart would flutter when he ran his fingers through your hair in an attempt to fix it, or when he would pull your hair and smirk down at you, you could feel heat coiling in your lower stomach.

"hate you?" he scoffs, shaking his head as he pulls back to look you in the eyes, "im so in love with you that it's fucking pathetic."

"...then why do you-"

"I dont really know how to express myself. and I'm a bit of a... sadist." he says, his face turning a shade of pink.

"i know you don't love me back, I wouldn't expect you to, but just let me have you... please. even if it's only one time." he murmurs, peppering kisses on your collarbone.

your connect your lips to his again, kissing him with slightly more urgency. he was right- you didn't necessarily love him, but you were attracted to him in some sort of way.

plus, this would be the only time this would happen. right?

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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can u make a story bout matt and y/n and they get in a really bad argument that leaves matt and y/n thinking about their slowly shattering relationship ?

(sorry i love angst 😭😭)

love ya !!

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breaking point

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary - this rec^^

warnings - angst, kissing, swearing, use of y/n, kind of really sad

a/n: sorry this came out so late and to the person who requested i hope this is good <3

NOT PROOFREAD

matt and i have been dating for 4 months and it was going amazing until recently. my friends warned me about the 3 months relationship mark and boy were they right. we have been going through a really rough patch arguing about simple shit all day, to the point where i would frown at my phone more than i would hope.

we were so happy until we couldnt make time for one another. between his crazy filming schedule and me having a normal job one of us was always busy. eventually we realized both of us had no time to be alone together and just be happy. when we did talk it was about how we need to make more time for eachother and other than that we were busy. which brings us to our dinner date that was slowly coming to an end.

“hi ill just get the bill please.” matt smiles at our waiter. i just pick at my skirt as we sit in silence. both of us were already upset with eachother before we went for dinner and then had to sit in a formal setting angry, quiet, wanting to work everything out, and still hungry as i was too upset to eat. i spent the night picking at my plate and matt pretty much did the same.

“matt i, i need you to see this from my point of view.” i mumble quietly. “stop, we will talk at home. right now im just trying to get us out of here ok?” he locks eyes with me gripping his wallet.

i nob in response as i feel tears pricking my eyes. the dim light above the table highlighting the tears threatening to spill out and i inhale sharply as matt stares at me. no expression on his face.

he pays for our dinner and i grab my coat and walk to the exit of the restaurant. fresh air hitting me like a brick as i felt i couldnt breathe in the restaurant.

the drive home was completely silent. i just sat there my purse in my lap and starring out the window. the only sound being the car engine and the occasional blinker noise.

we get to his house and he doesnt even bother getting my car door like he always used to. i enter the house after him and begin to take my shoes off. the house is quiet due to chris and nick being out of the house tonight, they wanted to give us space but honestly i would kill to hangout with one of his brothers right now. at least the air wouldnt be so stiff.

matt goes to his room and then walks to him bathroom as i work on my heel strap. all in complete silence. i grab a shirt of his and a pair of my underwear that i keep in the drawer he emptied out for me that is fulled with extra clothing and pyjamas for when im over.

i wait for him to finish showering and he walks in with wet hair and plaid pyjama pants on. “you can go.” he points to the door. “what?” i say my heart breaking at him kicking me out.

“baby go shower we were out of the house.” he says as i sigh in relief. i smile and slightly nod at him as i walk out to the bathroom.

once im done showering i find matt sitting at the end of his bed withe his elbows on his knees and phone in hand. he looks up at me as i stand in the doorway drying my hair off with a towel. you could cut our tension with a fucking knife it was almost suffocating. “can we talk now.” i ask. he pats the spot next to him and i move to sit.

“whats happening to us matt, we used to be so happy and connected.” i look down at my lap. “we are happy and connected y/n.” he says. he knows its a lie, we arent happy with eachother right now.

“we are sitting right next to eachother and i feel like were completely different rooms right now. thats not feeling connected.” im extremely frustrated at how matt cant confront the issue here.

“im right here” he grabs my hand, “why dont you feel the same. we are happy and in love and want this relationship more than anything.”

“i cant because we never make time for one another. your always with chris and nick filming or at an LA party with tons of girls.” i remove his hands from mine, “im not blaming you i just want effort from you.”

“your insecure about other girls? seriously. how is that my fault. who planned tonights dinner?” he asks

i stay silent.

“who planned tonights dinner.” he says in a scary tone. i freeze as he is correct but going on dates has nothing to do with repairing our relationship. “your getting on my fucking nerve.”

“matt a fucking dinner date isnt going to solve our problems. we need to work together to be able to be in the same room without sitting in complete shitty silence. i cant take it anymore.” i say as tears begin pooling out of my eyes.

“oh now your crying, what the fuck are you talking about. i have been putting in effort to this relationship you want me to be the bad guy here so bad. if you dont think its working you can leave. you need to learn when its time to stop. you push and push and push.”

“matt its not that i dont think its working. we can find a way around this we just need to work together. i dont see effort in the sense that you never make time for me. theres always something more important and i cant stand it anymore.” i say getting louder.

“no, your blaming me saying that you are the only person putting in effort. im not your personal serotonin dose im your fucking boyfriend. i can only do so much. if what im doing isnt enough take your shit and leave im not going to put up with this bullshit.” he shouts as tears well in his eyes.

i stare at him as tears fall out of my eyes. ive never seen him angry enough to yell. i never knew i would be the person to push this out of him. “matt if you love me you will help me fix this. we are adults not fucking teenagers that are going to break up over nothing. i love you with everything in me and want to be with you more than anything. if we keep ignoring this were going to end up broken.” i plead

“i love you enough to know that your being a bitch right now. making me the bad guy and trying to sugar coat it. well you clearly dont think this is working based off of what your saying to me.” he stands up. “if thats what you think you can sleep on the couch or get the fuck out and go home.” he wipes his eyes as tears stream.

now sobbing i get up quietly and make my way to the living room. “matt we cant be over.” i wipe my eyes and sniffle, turning around to him in the door way.

“you tell me.”

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cmncisspnandmore · 5 months

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One Night Stand; Part 3

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

Warnings: OOC Simon (kinda?), fluff, alcohol, pregancy, talks of abortion, vomiting,

Summary: Its been 3 months since your night in the sheets with Simon and your life just got a whole lot more complicated.

A/N: I know, I know. okay. I get it. Not everyone like the pregnancy trope, so if you dont im sorry. If i lose some readers for this then im sad to see you go but i hope to see you in future writings i do for the COD men. This is not going to be like other pregnancy tropes that get all mushy and fluffy and light after. This story will be filled with dark themes coming in later chapters that i hope will keep people interseted. We all know Simon Riley's life cant be easy, so if you're still here after this part. Buckle up. Its a wild ride.

Word Count: 5,015

New to the Series? Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2

The bar looked exactly the same as it did three months ago. The music wasn't as loud, but that was probably because it was still early. Many people were still at work at 5pm on a Thursday.

Not you, you had found a job working online, writing articles for business pages. It wasn't the most exciting thing in the world but it paid well, and it occupied most of your time. An added bonus of not leaving for work was you never had to worry about coming home from the office to find someone on your couch. You shake your head trying to clear the thoughts. You weren't even 100% sure why you were here, the chances that Soap even knew Simon were slim. But he had said he knew almost everyone that came to the bar.

So there was a chance.

One you couldn't pass up, you had to at least try.

Wrapping your coat around you tighter, you walk into the bar. The dim lights reflect off the shiny tables. A few people sit at them, watching a replay of a game on tv. You glance around behind the bar, looking for the familiar mohawk.

It pops up from behind the bar towards the end, Soap holds a bin of limes in his arms. He sets the bin down on the shiny black countertop, pulling a small cutting board out from the top of the bin and a knife. He slices a lime in half as you slide into the seat in front of him. His blue eyes meet yours and a smile breaks out on his face.

“Lass! Good to see ya, you disappeared on me the last time ye were here!” He smiles, turning the lime and cutting it again.

“Sorry about that, I needed to clear my head, I hope I didn't upset you,” you smile back, placing your hands on the bar.

“Nay, what can I get for ye? Vodka Soda?” he asks, setting the knife down as he turns towards the shelves of alcohol behind him.

“Uh, actually, can I just have water instead?” You bite your bottom lip and Soap nods, grabbing a glass and filling it. He slides the glass of water in front of you, and you stare down into it.

“Everything okay?” he asks, looking at you with one raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, I'm fine. Early day tomorrow ya know? Don't want to be hung over is all.”

“Aye i get that, so what brings you here?” Soap leans his forearms against the bar, “Miss me?” He smiles.

You can't help but roll your eyes, “Oh totally,” you laugh.

“I knew it, not many women can resist the MacTavish charm,” Soap grins, he stands back up and picks up the knife. He cuts each lime into wedges before putting them in the bin, you reach over grabbing one from the cutting board and squeeze it into your water.

“Aye! Paw off,” Soap smiles, shaking the knife at you. A smile of your own breaks out on your lips as you watch him.

“You have plenty to spare, plus someone around here has to keep you busy.”

“I assure you Lass, the folk around here keep me plenty busy,” Soap points over your shoulder where Price and Gaz are walking in. They’re deep in a conversation as they make their way over to where you are sitting in front of Soap.

Kyle is the first to notice you, and he pauses looking at you over. “Y/n, it's good to see you again, not going to lie. I was kinda sad you left without a goodbye last time,” Gaz takes the seat on the left.

“Sorry about that, I promise to say bye this time. I don’t want to bruise your ego,” You say over the rim of your glass.

“Good, I don't think I can hear him wallow about it anymore,” Price says as he sits in the stool on your right. “So what do you think of London? Everything you could’ve imagined?”

“It’s alright… It rains a lot more than I'm used to, but it's not too bad. Definitely different from the small town I'm from,” you look over at him. He gives you a small smile, and turns towards Soap.

“Soap, we ship out tomorrow morning, be ready at 0600 hours,” Price grunts as Soap puts the last lime into the bin.

“Yes sir,” Soap turns towards the bottles of liquor on the shelf and grabs a bottle of bourbon. He sets it down on the counter with a soft thud, he then grabs two glasses for them, pouring each man two fingers. He slides the glasses across the bar to them, the acidic smell of the bourbon makes your stomach turn. Saliva pools in your mouth as you desperately try to swallow.

“Oh uh, Soap, I wanted to ask if you knew someone actually,” You take a sip of water, your eyes following him as he moves behind the bar. Soaps bright blue eyes look over at you, his brows furrowed together.

“I might,” he smiles. A loud noise from behind you startles you, and a drunken man tumbles into the back of your stool. His drink spilling down your back as he leans against the back of the barstool, the smell of the alcohol hits your nose.

“Oops,” the drunken man mumbles, his breath wafting over your face.

Your stomach rolls, as Price and Gaz help the man up. Gaz and Price half drag him away from you as he continues to mumble about his drink. Gaz says something and pats him on the chest as they pull him to the door. You stand from the chair, the fabric of your coat and shirt now sticking to you. Nausea rolls through you as you try to breathe through your mouth.

“You alright lass? You look a little green,” Soap is now standing in front of you, a clean bar towel in his hands. He gently pats the towel against your soaked shirt and coat trying to soak up some of the liquid that's seeping into your skin.

You can't answer, if you open your mouth you’re sure you’ll throw up so you push past Soap and hurry towards the bathroom. Soap follows behind you, pausing at the door to the women's room. You shove open one of the stall doors and drop to your knees. The cold tiles bite through the fabric of your jeans, as the contents of your stomach is emptied into the porcelain bowl. It takes you several minutes to stop dry heaving, your stomach clenching painfully with each contraction of your abs. When the feeling settles you stand, before rinsing your mouth out with some water from the tap. You grab a paper towel, wiping your hands and mouth.

“You alright in there?” Soap calls through the door, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah..” you call back, tossing the paper towel into the bin and pulling open the door, “Sorry about that.” You shove your hands into your pockets as you come face to face with Soap. His eyebrows knit together in worry as he looks over you, one hand hovers in the air as if hes going back and forth on if he should touch you or not.

“You su-” he pauses looking over your shoulder, his eyes widened slightly.

“MacTavish, the bar can't run itself…” A familiar voice rumbles, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Memories of your night 3 months ago rushes back, that same voice that murmured praise to you as he pounded into you.

You whip around, at the end of the hall stands Simon, his black hoodie pulled up over his head, his mouth and nose covered by a skull print face mask. His brown eyes widen slightly as he sees you. “Y/n…” he whispers.

“You two know each other?” Soap muses from behind me, his hands coming to rest on my shoulder as he walks by. An uncomfortable silence settles over the hallway and Soap slips by, muttering “I’ll leave you two alone…”

Simon takes a few steps towards you, and it seems like he takes up the whole hallway. You look up as he towers over you, his face is unreadable, he lifts a hand, brushing his fingertips across your cheek. It sends electricity skittering across your skin, your breath catches in your throat.

Over the past 3 months you have tried to forget about the man whose brown eyes haunted your dreams. Whose touch caused your mind to go blank. Like someone wiping a harddrive. But there was no forgetting, not anymore. He was here in front of you, sure, you had come to ask Soap if he knew him. But you hadn't expected to run into him tonight. You still had no idea what you were going to say to him. How do you justify just leaving his house at 3am?

“You could've said goodbye, you know… You didn't have to sneak out and call an Uber at 3am..” Simon whispers, and guilt slams into you. He knew you left. He wasn't asleep like you thought…

“I-I..” you stumble over your words, unsure what to say. There wasn't anything you could say really. You knew you should’ve just waited, dealt with the awkward small talk. Maybe even exchange numbers you would never plan on using. But nope.

Instead you fled. Just like you fled after your sister's funeral.

At least you were consistent.

“I’m not upset, I understand.” Simon adds after a moment, his hands shoved deep in his pockets of his hoodie.

“Simon.. I.. I’m sorry.. I’ve been going through a lot. And i didnt .. I couldn't face you after that. Not, not that you did anything wrong. Because you didn't! I mean you were great. I just,” You run a hand through your hair. “God, this is not how I wanted this to go.”

“Breathe. Love, breathe.” Simons hands cup your face and you freeze. “It’s okay, like I said I'm not upset with you,” he lets his hands drop, and you nod.

“I didn't know you knew Soap,” He muses, leaning against the wall. You shuffle your feet, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah… I met him the same night I met you… You know him too, yeah?”

“Soap, Gaz, Price and I all serve together,” Simon rubs the back of his neck with his hand, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh! I don't know how I didn't pick up that you were military,” You bite your lip looking down at his black boots.

“We didn't exactly get to know each other very much that night..” Simon says, and a small blush creeps up your cheeks at the mention of your night together. “So what brings you here tonight?” Simon asks.

The familiar feeling of nausea swirls in your stomach again, you clench your fists, nails biting into your palm. Something you have come to do a lot over the past few months. “I came here to ask about you, actually. I needed to talk to you..” You whisper, and Simon's brows furrow.

“Well you found me.. What did you need to talk about?” He asks, as you chew your bottom lip. Anxiety creeps into your chest, wrapping itself around your lungs like an icy hand. The air rushes from your lungs, your eyes burning with tears.

How the hell could you turn this man's life upside down?

“Hey, hey,” Simon whispers, his large hands clasp your shoulders steadying you. The world feels a million miles away, like you were floating out in space untethered. Everything sounds muffled, and the lights are suddenly too bright in the hallway. You raise your shaky hands, running them through your hair. A large hand guides you down the hall a little until the bitter cold air of winter in London hits you. You gasp, your lungs filling with the cold air, goosebumps break out along your heated skin.

The world slowly comes back into focus, soft murmuring in your ear as large arms wrap around your middle holding you against a solid chest. “Breathe, you’re alright, you’re okay… Just breathe, Love.” Simon murmurs into your ear. Tears fall from your eyes, trails of hot tears stream down your cold cheeks.

“I’m sorry I left that night…” you gasp in between sobs, “and i am so sorry im going to say this…” You whisper the last part. At first you aren't sure Simon heard you but after a moment he turns you around. His arms are still around you as he looks down at you, your teeth starting to chatter from emotion and the wind.

“Whatever you have to say can't be that bad, love. Did you find out you had some like STI or something? Do I need to get tested?” He asks, his brown eyes searching your tear stained face. His hands moving up and down your body in an attempt to warm you up and comfort you at the same time.

You shake your head, if only an STI was the least of your problems. “N-no, i didn't give you anything like that…” you choke out.

Simon watches you as you stand face to face with him in the same alley you met him in 3 months ago. Although this time you’re different, instead of the woman who was caught in her own head. Who was running from demons he couldn't see, trying her best to show the world it couldn't break her. Instead standing in front of him was a woman who was scared, who looked so lost in the world, like she was barely hanging on. He studies you, even as you stand in front of him crying, your entire body shaking. You were still beautiful, and he would be lying if he said he didn't think about you.

You had haunted him every moment since he heard you leave the apartment. When he heard the door click shut it took everything in him not to follow you out. But he didn’t, he laid there staring up at the ceiling until almost 5, before he got up and started making himself some tea. It was then he noticed the note you left your swirling handwriting on the scarp paper wishing him well. He was saddened to see you hadn’t left a way to contact you, but part of him understood. He had offered you a chance to get out of your head for a while. He hadn’t asked you on a date. He DIDN'T date.

The onslaught of disappointment was tough for him to swallow. Simon was never upset when a woman he brought to bed left with no goodbye, and a hasty note. Simon preferred it that way, it was better if the one night stands didn’t stick around but for some reason Simon couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how your curves felt beneath his palms. The silky smooth expanse of your skin. The way your moans stirred something deep in him, or the way your eyes told him more than you ever would.

Now as he looked down at you, standing in the darkened alley way. He knew whatever you wanted to say was about to bring his world crashing down. But instead of the overwhelming feeling to flee, that he normally had when confronting emotional issues like this. Simon wanted to hold you close and tell you that it was okay, that whatever it was you could face it and make it out the other side. During his years of doing interrogations and studying people he had learnt the signs of when someone was teetering on the edge. It was clear in your face and body language that you were one gentle gust of wind from toppling over. Crumbling into pieces he wasn’t sure anyone could put back together.

“What is it then Sweetheart? I’ll help you figure it out, whatever it is.” He whispers, pulling you closer to him, his body heat seeping into you, as the wind blows. You sniffle, your shaking hands coming up to swipe at the tears under your eyes. You take one last breath, eyes closed as you brace yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

It’s like the world stopped spinning.

Time was suddenly suspended, as you pried your eyes open to look at Simon. His brown eyes were guarded. His brows pulled together, as his hands stopped their motions for a fraction of a second. Your lungs burned from holding your breath, your throat tight. Every muscle in your body was tense, as you waited for him to say something. Do something. You needed some sort of reaction from him. Yelling, screaming, swearing, anything was better than the earth shattering silence that took place after you muttered the two words you hadn’t yet said out loud since you found out.

It wasn’t like you planned on getting pregnant by your one night stand. Hell. It was the LAST thing you wanted. You were always careful to get your birth control shot every 3 months. But with the chaos of the last few months, somewhere along the line you must’ve missed your last appointment. It wasn’t until you went into your appointment earlier today to get a shot that they had informed you they couldn’t administer it. That you were already pregnant.

“Okay.”

The word shocks you, and for a moment you aren’t sure you hear him right. You raise an eyebrow, as you look at Simon.

“Okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll figure it out.” Simon states, his hands resuming their soothing motion up and down your sides.

“You’re not.. not going to freak out?” You whisper.

“There’s nothing to freak out about, this isn’t just going to go away. So we need to talk about our options, and we will. Just got standing in the back alley of a pub.”

“Okay…” you whisper, as Simon’s hands guide you towards the emergency exit door that he brought you through. The inside of the bar is louder than before, more people have shown up. Soap, Gaz and Price are all talking at the end of the bar. Your glass of water is filled and sitting on a napkin. They all look over when you two walk over.

“Ghost, Soap was just telling me that you and y/n know each other. Small world isn’t it?” Gaz smiles, his brown eyes looking between us.

“We do,” Simon turns to Price, “I’m going to be bringing her home, I’ll see you at 0600 tomorrow, Captain.”

There’s a look that passes between Price and Simon, but he just nods, then turns towards you. “I hope to see you again, dear, maybe next time we can all have a nice meal.”

“Maybe,” you smile, after waving goodbye to Soap and Gaz, Simon leads you out to the street where the cars are parked.

“Did you drive here?” He asks, looking down at you.

“No I took the bus,” you shove your hands into the pockets of your coat. It was still wet from where the guy spilt his drink, and you shivered.

“I’ll drive you home,” Simon takes your hand, pulling you towards his truck. He pulls open the passenger door and waits for you to get settled in the seat before shutting it. You run your hands together as Simon climbs into the driver's seat. He starts the truck, turning the heat on high.

“Where do you live?” He asks, as he turns on the headlights.

“On Ashton street, the apartment complex there” from the corner of your eye you see Simon visibly stiffened, but he doesn’t say anything as he pulls away from the curb. The ride is mainly quiet, neither one of you having much to say. As you get closer to your apartment your anxiety starts to grow again. What if he tells you to get rid of it?

Is that what you wanted? What if he decided he would rather give it up for adoption? Would he help you find a family? Maybe he would tell you he didn’t want anything to do with a baby? Could you deal with a baby? Bile burns in the back of your throat, and you try to swallow it back down. You weren’t about to throw up all over his nice truck. The grimy bathroom of a bar was one thing, but Simon’s leather interior of his car was not an option. Simon turns down a side street, there weren’t many streetlights on this stretch of the drive. You try to focus on the passing shadows but the rolling and twisting in you hug doesn’t let up.

“Can you pull over please?” You whisper, and Simon glances at you. Your hands bunched in the fabric of your coat, your eyes closed as you take deep breaths. Simon eases the car over, barely putting the car in park before you flung the door open and hop out. You move a few feet into the woods, your hands scraping against the tough bark of a tree, as you get sick. Bile burns your throat and nose, tears stream down your cheeks.

Warm hands gather the hair from your face and hold it back. Holding your hair back with one hand the other rubs up and down your back. It takes several minutes of dry heaving for you to be able to stand up. A handkerchief is suddenly floating in front of you. You take it and wipe your mouth with it, shoving it into your pocket after.

“You okay?” Simon asks, as you take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sorry..” you mumble, as you turn back to the car and climb back in. Simon doesn’t say anything as he climbs in and continues to drive to your apartment. As he parks his car, he glances around, his eyes resting on the boarded up windows of the glass door.

“Everything okay?” You ask, noticing as he stares at the glass like he’s trying to get it to tell him what happened to it.

“Yeah. Sorry, let’s go inside,” he mumbles, climbing out and coming to your side. He pulls open your door and offers you a hand. You walk towards the building Simon’s entire body is tense as some residents barrel out of the door. They’re shouting and swearing as they stumble out, a lit cigarette dangling from their fingers. Simon pushes you behind him, as they pass, he watches as they head over to a parked car and continue arguing in front of it.

“They’ll stop arguing after a while. They do this often..” you mutter to Simon as you take his hand pulling him towards the door. He grunts and follows you up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. You hesitate, your hand on the knob as you take a deep breath. Entering was always the hardest part now, every time your hand touches the handle the images of your family break through the mental box you shoved them into. You let out the breath you were holding and pushed open the door. Flicking on the light switch next to the door.

Your eyes falling on the empty couch against the far wall in the living room. Some of the tension leaves your shoulders as you stare at the threadbare fabric. You step further into the apartment allowing Simon to slip in behind you. He turns the locks on the door, and reaches down unlacing his boots.

“I don't have much to offer.. Is water okay?” You ask as you shrug off your alcohol stained coat. The fabric is a sticky mess, the fabric ruined from the drink spilt on it at the bar. Tossing it onto the counter, you head over to the cabinet and take down two glasses.

“Water is okay,” Simon walks into your living room and takes a seat. He watches you fill the two glasses with water and you come and sit on the other side of the couch, handing him the glass.

“When did you find out?” Simons asks, taking his face mask off and shoving it into his pocket and taking a sip of water.

“This afternoon… I went in to get my birth control shot and they make you do a pregnancy test…” You pull your legs up to your chest, holding the glass of water in one hand. The other hand wraps around your shins keeping them pulled up to your chest.

“Did they tell you how far along you are?” He asks, “So we know what our options are, I mean.”

“They said based on the blood work, 12 weeks. But I have to go in to get an ultrasound next week..”

“Okay, so we don't have a lot of time to make a choice… have you thought about what you want to do?” Simon sets his glass down on the table next to the couch.

“I .. I don't know.. I was waiting to hear what you had to say before I made up my mind.” You mumble, your eyes trained on a spot of carpet that is fraying.

“If I'm being honest, I never wanted kids. They were never in my cards… I'm not saying I don't like them, kids are great, I just never pictured myself having any,,” he admits.

Your heart sinks.

Here we go, he's going to tell you to get rid of it, and tell you to delete his number, forget he exists and move on with your life.

“But, with you, it feels right.. There's just something about you that I can't get out of my head and at the risk of sounding like a total barbarian. The thought of having you in my life until I die because of this baby fills me with excitement. I wanted to go after you when you snuck out of my apartment but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. The night I spent with you was one of the best nights I've ever had. So if you would like to, I would love the chance to raise this baby with you. Even if it's as friends and nothing more. Because I know that you were put into my life for a reason, and I'm going to take any chance I can get to keep you around,” Simon finishes, his hand coming to rest on your ankle.

You sit there for a few moments, mind reeling with everything he just said to you. He wanted to raise a baby with you? Just so he could get to know you? Did you really have that much of a profound effect on him? Would he still feel the same when he found out what had happened to you? Could you do this? I mean really do this?

Babies are huge commitments. They were for life; there was no backing out. But the way Simon was looking at you, like he would take on the world for you with barely knowing you. It made you feel like you could do it. As long as you didn't have to do it alone, well, at least not completely. You chew on your bottom lip for a few more minutes, the thoughts rolling around in your head as Simon's eyes trail around your apartment.

“Okay…” you finally whisper and Simon's head whips towards you.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I-i don't think i can get rid of it anyway… The thought makes me feel sick,” you confess and the tension in Simon's shoulders all but disappears.

“Alright, we can figure this out. No pressure for us to be together, we can just start by becoming friends, and seeing where things go okay?” He smiles, and its a real genuine smile. Your heart stutters in your chest, and you can't help your own smile that spreads across your lips.

“If we’re being honest here,” you sigh, wringing your hands together in your lap,”I couldn't stop thinking about you either… I mean, even before all… yeah.. You know.”

Simon's hand comes over to rest on the side of your face, and he leans forward pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I'm glad to hear that I wasn't the only one with lingering thoughts,” he chuckles.

Simon drops his hand and looks around your place once more, a furrow deep in his brow. He opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it, before he notices the time on the clock hanging on your wall. It was almost 10 and he needed to check over his gear before he shipped out in the morning.

“I hate to do this… but I have to go,” his lips pulled down into a thin straight line.

“Oh right.. You told Price you would see him in the morning…”

“Yeah… Look, i can't tell you much, but i don't know how long i’ll be gone…” he looks around, and grabs the notebook you write your ideas for articles down in and scribbles on a spare piece. “This is my number, i won't promise i’ll respond while i'm away, but if anything happens, call this number 3 times in a row and you’ll get through to someone who can get a message to me okay? But that is only for emergencies, otherwise just text me and i’ll do my best to get back to you, alright?” He tears the paper out, coming to stand in front of you. He presses the paper into your hand. It crumples slightly as you close your hand around it.

“Okay,” you murmur, looking up at him from your spot on the couch. His fingers crush along your cheek as he brushes a strand of your hair back from your face.

“Be safe, keep the door locked… i’ll be back soon and we’ll go do something fun and get to know each other.” Simon smiles, as he takes a few steps backwards towards the door.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you smile, “Be safe out there.”

The only response is the soft click of the door.

Next: Part 4

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Obey Me Next Generation Idea(aka-My au)

What about poly Au with the bros? I assume with demon culture, MC having kids and the bros all being the dad wouldn't be too surprising as I think monogamous relationships are seen just the same as polyamorous. Like neither really matter honestly in a "oh this is a big deal/drama!" Sense.

Plus its the 7 lords, they can do whatever the fuck they want

I know MC is mostly human but I think having kids is still possible as they got magic plus their pacts with the bros might make them stronger. Plus, historically, woman have been able to have multiple pregnancies, like more than 4 at least, so still- not impossible.

Just let me have my next gen shenanigans

ONTO THE KIDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Varya (1st Born) (she/her)-25

Daughter of Mammon

Is more demon than human, possibly the most demon out of the kids.

Holds a very smiley but deadly aura around her.

Seems the opposite of Mammon in behavior but you can tell by her subtle acts towards her family, shes his kid alright.

Is the type of person to shake a person's hand but hold a knife in the other.

"Looks like a cinnamon roll, can kill you"

Lights up at the mentions of crocheting, dogs, and weird but oddly alluring creatures around Devildom.

She does have a small habit of gambling when out with Mammon, but is actually able to keep her wins because no one expects it through her gold-winning smile.

Mess with her family and its on sight.

Lilith the 2nd (3rd born-1st triplet) (she/her)-21

I headcannon Lucifer to at least be the only one to name their daughter after their sister. Not to replace, never, but to honor her.

Is in a strange middle between Half demon-mostly demon

Sweetheart by default

That big sister you can always talk to and she wont judge.

Will make passive agressive remarks when peeved off.

Definitely denies acting like Lucifer yet can do the stance-arms crossed and glare- exactly like him.

Even does the whole hand chest like him too. Shocked look and all.

Calls all the brothers papa but Lucifer father, not as a distance way but thats just how she's always been.

Theatre kid- almost always lead.

Anna from Frozen vibes at times.

Hopeless romantic too.

Basically Lucifer if he actually showed more emotions.

Daddy's girl 100%

May or may not be in a secret relationship with Diavolo's heir👀

Rhomb(2nd Born) (he/him)-23

Son of Leviathan

Named after the Loch ness Monster

A nice balance between human and demon

But has "mutations" that make him have scaly patches on his body, his tail out almost 24/7, and bad eyesight.

Stern attitude most of the time.

Big bro protector

Tallest of all the kids

Softer on the younger kids but will smack a bitch if they act up.

Cant play video games much cause eyes so turns to more physical games that include puzzles.

Likes games with strategy to follow like War tanks, or chess. Is the type to make a DnD game the best cause he makes amazing stories too despite not reading much.

Likes mystery shows too and tries to figure it out before the answer is revealed, could go on rants about why. Gets it right 11/10 times.

If Leviathan wasnt his biological dad, people would believe he was Satan's kid.

Doesnt like cats tho.

Quinn (4th Born- 2nd Triplet) (He/they/doesnt care) (21)

Asmo just thought Quinn was a pretty name so picked it lol.

Also a nice balance between human/demon. Tho his wings stay out constantly.

Very much vibes from that yellow bird in Rio.

Laid back personality but is an outgoing dude.

Also very protective of their siblings, and will not hesitate to cut a bitch.

Isnt as flamboyant as Asmo but does have a just as great fashion sense.

Has a hard time dating as people automatically assume hes just like Asmo so will try to date him for that reason only.

Love his dad but hates the reputation he gets because of being said son.

So he resorts to just sticking to his siblings or the few friends he trusts.

Besides MC, is the second most popular face to pop up on Asmo's Devilgram

Fucking adores axolotls for no particular reason, just loves them to no end which Asmo makes sure to get many axolotl themed plushes, shirts, etc. for him.

Libbey(Liberty) (5th Born- 3rd triplet)(she/her)-21

Another balance between human/demon, maybe a tad more on the demon side.

Tho, also has "mutations" like very enhanced hearing.

Bookworm to the max

Loves reading dramas and fantasies, but seems to enjoy multiseries more than stand alone.

Very quiet and shy kid of the group.

Sometimes cant even talk so signs instead because earaches or headaches.

Likes cats but perfers reptiles more.

Has a small turtle in her room from the human realm, set it up beside her bed and everything. Their name is Casey after one of her favorite human novels she read.

But despite all this, isnt called the daughter of wrath just for nothing beside biology reasons.

Is like Satan 2.0 when pissed, she wont yell or scream but you can just tell from the drop of room temperature and the subtle tilt of her head.

Her eyes glow an electric green when shes pissed.

Had more anger issues when younger, but cause Satan knew how to handle his better now, taught her how to aswell.

Satan is probably the main one to understand her issues with such a problem, despite being more mellowed out now that shes older.

Is definitely a cryer when really angry tho.

Ryder(6th Born) (1st twin)- 19

Ngl, everyone was surprised that they had twins. Including Belphie himself.

But then again, they did have triplets before them so....eh?

Ryder is a tad more human than demon, but still powerful enough to have his own demon form like his older siblings.

His tail is seen smaller than Belphie's, and a bit thinner too.

The sloth genes affact him only so much, making him more likely just want to procrastinate then outright not do anything.

He honestly enjoys the human world more than Devildom, mainly cause everything is less..hectic per say.

Hes the type of brother/older friend that will cover for ya if you have to hide something but will subtly suggest how to fix whatever their doing.

Like one time Quinn came home slightly tipsy and past curfew, and he snuck them into his room. Though he scolded them in the morning, he covered for Quinn at breakfast, saying they ate too much sugar last night, thats why hes queasy and has a headache.

Quinn did fix that habit up quick after Ryder threatened to leave him on his own next time it happened.

Calls everyone bro or dude, no matter their gender.

Gen z vibes too in most areas.

Has a fixation with cow bells for some reason, likes the noise is all he can say.

If he were told what Belphie did to their mom/human parent way before they were born, he says "Cowabummer" while screaming inside.

River(7th born-2nd twin)(they/them)-19

How is this Belphie's kid?

Too hyper, tad crazy

Probably has ADHD, who knows.

While Ryder is the slightly responsible twin, their the reason why Ryder needs to be said twin.

Their just about the same range of human/demon as Ryder, can have a demon form, but only uses it to fuck with people than to actually be scary with it.

They may have alot of power, but their personality alone can kill people.

Is the type of kid to crawl on the ceiling when they were 2.

Is also the type to hop outta window to get to the lower floor faster. Thank Belphie for their demon powers otherwise we'd have another Lillith situation.

Has scared even Lucifer at one point, has made him yelp out of surprise. Will not go on how, no matter how much Papa Satan and Belphie ask them. Just has a toothy grin when they ask.

When calm, is actually a pretty chill dude. They like odd patterns and get fixated on the most random things.

MC gave them one of those sand timers that you flip to restart and when she came down to tell them food was done about 2 hours later, she found them sitting on the table, holding it while watching the sand go down. They use it now to relax and focus on when overstimultated or just having too much of a fuzzy head.

Has spent nearly a how week with Leviathan because they got hooked on one anime with him. Now has frequent solo movie nights with him cause.

"They're tad confused, but got the spirit"

Literally had to have someone (Rhomb) explain to them what the LGBTQ+ letters meant. Legit thought it was just new alphabet pattern, was still happy to find out what it all means.

If you told them what Belphie did to their mom before they were born, they'd think it as a joke. Dont tell them otherwise or they will cry.

Frankie(8th Born)(She/her)-16

Everyone thought that she would be the biggest child when MC was pregnant with her, since y'know, it was confirmed Beel's kid.

Yeah, she came out small. Like scary small for a baby.

It was then everyone knew she would be the most human. Has a little demon in her, but clearly not enough to have a demon form nor mark.

Lucifer's wallet cried in relief.

She does eat a good bit more than the average human but overall, nothing compared to Beel.

She does adore sweets to the max, especially gummies. Give her some and she'll love you forever.

Sweetest little sunshine in the world, everyone adores her. If they dont, then they will soon.

Shes like Mirabel in encanto, kinda wishes she had more demon powers but is still overall happy with who she is.

When her a Beel are with each other- OH MY DIAVOLO, THE CAVITIES PEOPLE GET- TOO DAMN SWEET AND PURE

Like big papa Beel and his sweet little girl all smiley and pure. Best father-daughter relationship out of all the siblings and fathers.

Shes kinda like pinkie pie from MLP but like more hyper as fuck. Can and will speak so fast when excited that it just comes out as squeaks at that point.

Since her more human side, shes more likely to stay in human world when their mom is on Buisness there, so she has alot of human friends.

Shes in gymnastics, which definitely helps keep her figure more smaller despite all the sweets she eats. Does work out with Beel too.

Mess with her and you have a whole army on yer ass.

"Bounce to the beat of my own drum!"

You can just tell how much I love this dear. HA

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jchampionsgf · 5 days

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trope: boyfriends best friend

summary: ethan found out you slept with your boyfriend, chad and made sure to remind you who you belong to

warnings: smut!, p in v, degrading kink, dirty talking lmk if i missed anything

a/n: i honestly felt so dirty writing this, if you like fluffy smut, click off honestly.

𐙚 mdni!! ↓↓ 𐙚༘⋆ೀೀ

he takes off his mask, and points the stained knife towards your neck, ever so slightly smiling like a psycho

"you know y/n.. i was really starting like you. then you just had to go sleep with chad." his eyes got teary, his hand shaking while he looks down

“why are you doing this?! i don’t even like you” you scream, disappointed and disgusted. "and why am i supposed to believe you?" he sticks the knife up in the air, close to your chest “ill do anything, just please” you cry out "just promise me you won't sleep with chad again, y/n." he puts the knife down and embraces you

“what the fuck?” you scream out "Promise me, Y/N. You won't give Chad another chance," he

whispered into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. You can almost feel his heartbeat against your chest, thundering with emotion. “i wont” tears streaming down “ill have sex with you, just please!” "Then prove it to me, Y/N. Tell me you want to be with me, and I promise I'll make it worth your while." he looks at you with hopeful eyes, his grip on the knife loosening as his trust in you begins to grow “i want to be with you” you lie, afraid of what he might do.

"Really?" he smiles warmly, his eyes bright with joy "I knew you'd come around. Now, let's make some memories." he takes your hand and leads you into his room, locking the door behind him. he smiles down at you, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he backs you up against the wall, pinning you there with his tall frame "So eager to please, huh?" he leans in close, his body heat enveloping yours, he quickly strips naked, and orders you to do the same, you do as you’re told. ethan continues to grind his hips against your ass, pushing his length deeper inside of you with each thrust "God, Y/N... you feel so good." he bites down on his lip as he reaches around to grope one of your breasts roughly, you cant help but slip out a silent moan "Fuck yeah, baby. Take it all." he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster "Tell me you want this... tell me you want my dick” “i want it” you whisper "Good girl." he smacks your ass, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he continues to fuck you against the wall "You're so tight." he pulls out of you, causing a loud slap as his thick member slaps against your wet pussy “fuck” you say in between breaths "That's it, baby. Take my cock." he thrusts back into you, filling you up once more "You like being fucked by your boyfriends best friend?" “y-yes” you drag out the words "Good." he grabs your hair, pulling your nead back as he slams into you harder and faster "You're going to be my little slut from now on." he groans, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythmic cadence “o-okay” "That's how it's going to be, huh? My little slutty Y/N?" he smirks, his hand slipping down to grip your ass cheek "Fine by me." you groan at his words he angles you so that his cock hits your g-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your body "You belong to me now, Y/N." he kisses you hard, his tongue invading your mouth as he continues to hammer into you "Say it.” “im yours” you drag out "Yes, you are." he leans down to whisper in your ear "And I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow." he picks up the pace again, slamming into you with a force that makes the wall shake. you loudly moan "That's it, baby. Take my cock." he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you, his hard length hitting against your cervix with each powerful thrust "You like that? You like being fucked hard?" you nod, thats all you could do honestly. "Good girl." he slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin

"Now, why don't you show me how much you love being fucked by me?" “s-so much” he grins, his eyes dark with lust "So sweet." he pulls out of you, leaving a small pool of your arousal on the wall "Now, get down on your knees." you follow his orders "Good girl." he watches you lower yourself down, his eyes filled with anticipation "Take my cock." he stands up, his hard length glistening with your juices as you reach out to grab it" you dive in, bobbing your head up and down "Fuck yes." he groans, his hands gripping the wall tightly as you take him into your mouth "You're such a good cocksucker." he starts thrusting his hips forward, fucking your face with his cock, you spit on his dick "That's it, baby. I love the way you take my cock." he grabs your hair, pulling your head back and forth on his shaft as he starts to lose control

"You're going to swallow my cum, aren't you?" you nod. "Good girl." he thrusts his hips forward one final time, hitting the back of your throat as he releases a load of hot cum into your mouth

"Swallow it all." he holds your head in place, making sure you take every last drop he pulls out of your mouth with a pop, his cock slippery with your saliva "There's my good girl." he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, you groan. "That's right, baby." he starts to fuck you again, hard and fast, his cock slamming into you over and over

"Fuck yeah. You like it rough?", you nod eagerly. "You're such a dirty little slut." he groans, pushing deeper into you with each thrust "I'm gonna cum all over your tight little pussy” his pace quickens, his hips slapping against yours as he drives his cock deeper and deeper into your soaking wet pussy "Fuck, you're so tight." he reaches down, rubbing his throbbing erection along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh “fuck!” you scream

"Here it comes, baby." he pulls out of you suddenly, his cock erupting with a loud moan as he cums on your stomach "Drink it all in, slut."

he slams you into the bed "ethan i can't anymore". "Yes, you can. You're a strong girl, remember?" he pushes you onto your back on the bed, keeping hold of your hair "Now spread those legs, or l'l give you something to scream about." you do as your told "Perfect." He grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it onto his cock before positioning himself between your legs "Here it comes, baby. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep." you, filling you up completely as he starts to thrust hard and fast "God, your pussy teels so good around my dick."

you start rubbing your clit

"Fuck, yeah! Do that, baby. Rub your clit and cum for me." He picks up the pace even more, his hips slapping against yours as he reaches around to grope your ass "You're so tight." you cum on his dick "Yes, cum for me!" He continues to thrust into you, feeling your body shudder and tremble as you climax all over his cock "Fuck, that feels good." He grunts and moans, his own release building as he continues to fuck you hard “i-i cant” you say, seeing stars "You don't have to. I'm close." He pulls out of you, his cock still covered in your juices and cum "I'm going to cum all over your pretty face.” He aims his cock at your face and shoots his thick, hot cum onto your cheeks and nose "Now lick it up." you do as he says "Good girl." He smiles at you, running his fingers through your hair "You're such a good whore." "I can't wait to do this again." He climbs off the bed and pulls off his condom, tossing it onto the floor

"But for now, you rest." He pulls the blankets over you and switches off the light, leaving you in the dark", you silently sob in his arms "Shh... it's okay, baby girl." Ethan climbs back into bed behind you and wraps his arms around your waist "You did great." He nuzzles his face into your neck, trying to comfort you as you sob softly

#ethan landry #ethan landry smut #horror #loren campbell #scream #ethan landry smut non con #scream iv #scream franchise #scream 6 #jack champion smut #jack champion

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eldritcmor · 1 year

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Hey look! It's incorrect quotes time

Storm: Graves had an unfortunate come to Jesus meeting

Graves: you pushed me down the stairs

Storm: you didn't get to meet Jesus

Someone: *uses Storm's full name*

Storm: *running and hiding cause oh shit*

Price: wait your telling me that's all I had to do.

Soap: I feel unsafe.

Storm: *hands soap a knife*

Gaz: well now I feel unsafe

Storm: *hands Gaz a knife*

Price: *just opens his mouth to speak*

Storm: *hands him a knife* can't feel unsafe with a knife in hand.

Ghost: *watching storm book it away from the los vaqueros base with like half the base chasing them* what did they do?

Gaz: something stupid

Storm: *after replacing all hot sauce with ghost pepper sauce* shit shit shit

Ghost: Have you guys seen Storm?

Gaz, Price, Soap: nope

Ghost: okay then *walks away*

Storm 5 minutes later: *drops from the ceiling only to get full on body slammed by ghost*

Storm: *driving down the highway and sees a cop. Starts speeding up*

Price: kid! What are you doing, kid?!

Storm: having a little fun *is racing a cop*

Storm: *Dancing around the kitchen, shirtless, with the broom. Like it's a rave while music blasts from their phone*

Price: *walking in to get a midnight coffee* kid, what the fuck?

Storm: *who hasn't stopped dancing* what? It's this or be alone with my thoughts while the bread bakes.

Ghost: *after witnessing storm have a panic attack* do you...want a hug?

Storm: you and I both know that will be uncomfortable as hell. I would like a fight.

Price: *walks in on them beating the crap out of each other.*

Graves: now we play the most dangerous game!

Storm: cattle prod tag!

Graves: the fuck is that.

Storm: *part of a drag show as a drag king at a club*

König: *recognizing them and taking vid*

Storm: *definitely trying to swipe his phone* delete it delete it

König: *has already sent the video to soap*

Storm: I wanna fight, do you wanna fight?

Ghost: I wouldn't mind one.

Storm: good. 2am the Denny's parking lot. Don't tell dad.

Ghost: you mean price.

Storm: yeah, dad.

-- Gaz: my name is nuuugget and I'm a big fat chiiiicken. Dammit. Soap: *trying not to laugh* Storm got you singing it -- Laswell: *Uses storm's full legal name to reprimand them* Storm: *immediately* yes ma'am, no ma'am, no it wont happen again ma'am. Price: Holy shit, the kid can be respectful. -- Storm: *Staring down another eldritch kid from their home town* The eldritch: Field Storm: Trees *Both nod and simply move on* soap: *fully expecting a fight* what? -- Storm: *picking up a screwdriver and throwing it so hard it sticks out from the doorframe out of anger* Ghost: but can you do it with a knife? Soap: Please don't encourage them -- Alejandro: *watching storm haul a full rack of cow ribs towards the base's kitchen* Should I be concerned? Price: *glancing up from the paperwork for the next op* Oh, not at all. Storm is benched due to some shenanigans. Your men will eat like kings. Alejandro: why? Price: because and I quote. "If I cant stab you in the ribs, I can still make a rack of ribs to stab" They stress cook. It's great.

#incorrect quotes 141 call of duty mw2 #call of duty x reader #taskforce 141 #task force 141 #mw2 141 #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas

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beary-rambles · 1 year

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Hii I would like to request ghostface ethan×reader So like Ethan as ghostface and reader is the one to kill him and reader said her last "I love you" to Ethan Bec she did love him so much deff an angst one thank youu

a/n: heres a quick drabble! since this is really similar to a recent request i did i changed it up a a little!

warnings: murder, angst (obv), could be interpreted as unrequited love

the man that only hours ago you would called your best friend slammed into the wall you had pushed him into.

"you bitch."

"oh shut the fuck up asshole."

he charges back at you resulting in your slamming into the floor with him on top of you.

"why do you have to be so difficult?"

you struggle against him but he keeps you pinned down, fuck why did he have to be so strong?

"just give up already."

you freeze and glare up at him, "fine. kill me cmon do it."

he shakes his head, "now wheres the fun in that?" he has a stupid grin on his face as he picks up the knife and runs in along your chest.

you gulp as he laughs, "you're adorable."

"kiss my ass." you hiss at him.

he slices your arm causing you to yell out in pain, "fuck!"

"you poor poor stupid thing."

your glare at him, barley even recognizing the person in front of you. you should get this out even if you were about to die.

"you know, im in love with you."

his eyes widen and he drops the knife he was holding in shock, "what."

you eye the knife on the ground and while he's distracted you managed to grip it and plunge it into his neck.

you overthrow him and hold the knife in his neck.

of course you know this needs to happen, you cant let him walk away and kill your friends but your eyes well up anyways seeing the man youve spent the better part of the last couple months being in love with.

"i love you, ethan landry, kirsch, bailey whatever the hell your name is. i love you i loved you. whether or not it was real to you it was real to me. all of it."

he opens his mouth to as if to say something but the only thing that comes out is blood which pools up and flows out.

he continues to struggle below you as the tears continue to run down your face.

a part of you continue accept that he was a murdered because before that to you he was everything.

"i love you."

#beary rambles #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream six #scream #jack champion #scream vi #jack champion x reader

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erwinsvow · 26 days

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maybe not ward cause when is he not fake dead but it’s the fact reader would walk past rose in the hallway in just one of rafe’s shirts and both women would just share a look like 👀 ‘let’s not kid ourselves, you know, i know. can we just not…’

also apparently there was a scrapped ‘rose slept with rafe storyline’ and my first thought was wtf, then, not on my girl ‘reader’s’ watch.

it's not appropriate. you know it, rafe knows it. and the two of you should really be more careful, because it's starting to seem like neither of you care about who's at home anymore who's listening, on each other like rabbits all times of the day.

at least when wheezie was around, the two of you were more concerned, wanting to make sure she wasn't accidentally traumatized, but now she's away at camp and sarah's barely at home, so the thought of being quiet and cautious was out the door.

you're sure rafe's step-mom doesn't like you—that she thinks you're a poked hole in a condom away from being a permanent fixture in rafe's life. you've even overheard her once, asking mr. cameron to talk to rafe about easing up, that accidental pregnancies ruin lives, that you're out to ruin rafe.

your feelings are hurt, of course. you don't think there's a person in kildare who doesn't like you, and the idea that someone in rafe's family is out to break that streak stings painfully. but rafe doesn't care about his stepmom or her opinion, so you follow his lead. you tried your hardest to be nice to her, but if she didn't want to be nice back, you weren't gonna keep trying.

rafe was good about instilling his own life rules in you—first and foremost, not to bend over backwards for anyone, except him.

that's why this feels extra awkward—running into his step-mom while clad just in his button up, haphazardly thrown on so you can go down stairs to get some water. you suck in a breath, awkwardly making eye contact. you don't wanna look away first, no, rafe says the weaker one does that. you keep looking, frozen in place, wrapping your arms around yourself and bringing the rafe scented cloth closer to you.

"sorry," you start, though you don't think there's any sincerity in your apology. "if we were being too loud."

she doesn't respond, walking away. you get your water and head back up to rafe's room, wanting to tell him but feeling like you shouldn't. rafe didn't outright tell you that his step mom was suggesting something other than a normal relationship to him, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out.

she'll just have to keep trying, you think, leaving the door a crack open, so more sound would escape that way.

soooooo in my opinion that tracks....there's sm tension in that scene with rafe the stepmom n the knife in season two!!! i cant be the only one who picked up on that. ur so right though not on readers watch shes looking out for her man!! this got weird n darker than other stuff i write so dont send me hate just close ur eyes <3

#i kinda made this weird n dark sorry guys #loving all the convos tn tysm for sending baeee made me get out of my comfort zone a lil #📮 asks

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br0ught2l1fe · 6 months

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Headcanons on what the creeps would be like in a bl^nt rotation [includes jane the killer, clockwork, jeff the killer, ben drowned, and ticci toby]

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a/n: these are my headcanons on what the creeps [jane, jeff, natalie, toby, ben] are like during a blunt rotation with eachother. if you havent already, i really recommend reading my headcanons on what the creeps are like high on their own time here just to understand this post a bit better. enjoy c:

✮ in this rotation we have: ben, jeff, toby, jane, and natalie aka clockwork

✮ lets set the scene: usually everyone’s go to smoke sesh spot is ben’s room because it’s just the vibiest and he’s always got the good stuff on him. his room will have his led light’s on and they WILL be on green. it’s a must to be on green. all his other lights like his lava lamp will also be on. and he’ll always have some quiet lofi on in the back to give the room a relaxing feel. [ben can be a jerk sometimes but one thing he will do is make sure everyone is comfortable enough to start smoking. we don’t want any panic attacks]

✮ unfortunately for nina, she is never invited to the sesh anymore because she tends to be highly annoying

✮ mainly the conversations between everyone starts off easy going, usually just talking about what slender did to piss them off this time or whatever crazy/strange thing they witnessed today.

✮ ben is definitely the one that’s got everyone laughing, like i said in another post he’s the absolute funniest when he’s high off his ass. it gets even better when toby starts joking along with him, i mean these guys are masters at bouncing jokes off each other.

✮ jeff will talk about his most recent murders while insensitively making jokes about them while jane rolls her eyes

✮ both jane and natalie at some point will playfully start picking on jeff to which he will playfully pick on them back

✮ this usually starts by jeff saying something stupid or saying something that just didn’t really make sense and natalie and jane will point it out every single time and make fun of him for it

✮ another thing is that when jeff tells a story he uses sound effects and it’s the funniest thing to natalie and jane, they’ll definitely make fun of the sounds and mock him

✮ examplé, jeff was once describing how he timed himself to see how fast he can kill someone [he’s lame like that, i wasn’t kidding when i said he was insensitive to his victims/murders] at one point he described the sound of his knife as “chchchch” to which natalie and jane simultaneously mocked the sound and laughed for a good 10 minutes about it

✮ both jeff and natalie will argue over his hypothetical questions about who is right or why their idea would never work

✮ both jeff and natalie really enjoy discussing on what they would do if a zombie apocalypse were to actually happen

✮ toby and ben eventually chime in to their conversation but they never take the conversation seriously

✮ so we have jeff and natalie arguing like the situation is genuinely happening at that very moment while ben and toby are cracking jokes about what they would do and making fun of jeff and natalie while pointing out the holes in their plans while jane just laughs along and listens to everyone sound like idiots

✮ eventually at some point ben and toby will decide they wanna go out and do something which usually involves a gas station run and just running around the nearby town acting like children

✮ jeff, jane, and natalie tag along but they’re falling behind caught up in talking about some random drama that natalie definitely brought up on accident [that girl cant keep a secret]

✮ sometimes if they smoked alot, ben and toby will come up with the dumbest ideas

✮ once, they both went out during the winter in like 40 degree weather and jumped off a bridge literally just for fun

✮ and they’ve done way more dumber things than that

✮ like this one time they both convinced the whole group to sneak into a house party where the cops ended up getting called and toby being the funny guy he thinks he is shouted out something along the lines “aww who invited these guys”. obviously that got the attention of the officers who noticed they were all high. basically that night consisted of a party and running away from cops chasing them.

✮ jane and natalie are basically a duo in the group

✮ eventually they’ll start talking to just each other and it’s usually about more drama natalie can’t keep to herself or they’re talking shit about nina or making fun of jeff

✮ they will definitely start sharing tmi details about their life with each other [as besties do]

✮ after a few hours most of them will get tired

✮ usually toby and natalie get tired around the same time and jane will end up going to her room since nat’s not there anymore

✮ so it’s just jeff and ben left

✮ thats when it starts to get deep

✮ i headcanon jeff and ben to be close friends so once it’s just them left thats when they feel comfortable enough to start getting into heavier topics

✮ i mean this is the one and only time jeff will ever show emotions and disclose information about him actually… like… caring?… about people. which is the strangest thing to hear coming from jeff considering how he puts on a cold and distant persona around people

✮ like he has opened up to ben about how grateful he feels to have him in his life and even toby and natalie too. he has opened up about how he really does enjoy being able to talk about his dumb theories with natalie and to actually know that she is truly listening knowing that she’s also into that stuff

✮ after knowing jeff for as long as he has it’s not strange hearing this from him but in the past he was SHOCKED i tell you. shocked. because it was just so unlike him

✮ but even after years of being jeff’s best friend it still shocked him to hear jeff admit to how he felt bad for what he did to jane even though she really does get on his nerves.

✮ but yea these guys will spill their guts when it’s just them

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a/n: that’s all i got. if you have any more ideas or suggestions dm me and i will consider adding them all to a part 2! if you want to see any other headcanons topics you can dm me those requests too because MY REQUESTS ARE OPENN!!!! also check out my jeff the killer hcs <3

have a great day and don’t forget to be nice 💕

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snowyballlz · 1 year

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|| Carl Grimes x reader

summary: Theres always been tension between you and carl. the two of you had to go on a run together but the run ended up you two trapped in a cabin together what will happen?

You had just gotten out of your house and ready to go on a run with your best friend. you walk over towards enid and smile “you ready?”

Enid turns over towards you and fakes a cough “actually i’m feeling a bit sick so i don’t think i can go with you today” she looks away “but you can go with carl” she smiles

you scoff as you begin to walk away from her “no way in hell am i going with him” you roll your eyes. enid runs up to you, “well you cant drive and everyone else is doing things and he’s the only one free that can drive”

you’d always been scared of driving ever since when you first ever tried to and it didn’t exactly go well. you had swerved right into a walker crashing the car

“please y/n” enid pleaded “we need supplies, and just because i cant come doesn’t mean you need to cancel the whole run because you don’t like someone”

“fine” you scoff as you walk over towards carl and tap him on the shoulder. “cmon were going on a run” you say as you drop your bag at his feet and start walking towards a car

carl picks up the bag, eying you as you walked over towards the car he rolls his eyes and slowly followed you towards the car hoping into the drivers seat and turning the engine on

“so where are we going?” carl questions. you roll your eyes and pull out the map giving him directions “rick thinks that there should be lots of medical supplies here” you point to the map

“alright this should be it” you look down at the map then back up at the building before you hop out of the car, “okay in and then out no talking lets get this done quickly”

as you were scavenging through the shelves looking for medical supplies a walker comes up to you “shit” you say as you try to hold it back trying to get your knife out of your pocket. “fuck” you look down to notice you dropped your knife, the next thing you know you hear a bang and the walker drops in front of you making you see eye to eye with carl

“i had it you didn’t need to do that” you mumbled brushing past him continuing to look for more supplies. “why do you hate me so much?” carl says. you turn to look at him and scoff “I’m not one to like people”, carl rolls his eyes and begins to grab items off the shelves

sometime had passed and you both were on the way home “SHIT!!” you hear carl say as he slams on the breaks “theres a herd coming our way” carl quickly reverses the car. “we passed a cabin not to far before maybe we can seek shelter there until the herd passes?” he says

“fine” you roll your eyes. you both quickly get out of the car and run into a field where not to far away was a cabin

you both quickly barricaded the doors and windows because the walkers had followed you while you were both making a run for it. “guess were stuck here for the night” you groan as you sit on the floor

“i guess we are” carl shrugs. “don’t talk to me or even come near me” you walk off looking around the cabin seeing what was useful in the place

there was a bedroom with a double bed which you quickly claimed as your own you flopped onto the bed and tried to get to sleep hoping this would pass soon

it was a little bit later and you woke up to a sleeping carl next to you “what the fuck i told you not to come near me” you quickly sat up

“this is the only bed and no way i am sleeping on the hard wooden floor or the couch covered in bugs” he rolled over to face the wall

“fine don’t touch me don’t talk to me don’t even make a noise or i will kick you off this bed” you laid back down

some time had past and it had gotten freezing you began to shiver unknowingly waking up carl “are you cold?” he laughed

“so what if i am just shut up and go to sleep” you said in a monotone voice. but before you knew it you felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you in

“what the fuck carl go away” you tried to pull away “your cold this will warm you up i’m also cold so deal with it, at least with our bodies together it’ll generate heat and we wont freeze to death”

you turn over to face him “why do you care about me even after being such a bitch towards you?”

“why are such a bitch towards me?” he says in return. you lay on your back and think about it “i don’t know why carl i think it’s because i’m scared if i get close to you something will happen, I’ve never been good with boys around my age and all of a sudden you pop up”

carl props himself up into his elbow and looks down at you “what do you mean your scared to get close to me?” his brow furrowed

“i think” you paused “i think since the day you arrived i kinda got a crush on you” you mumbled looking into his eyes

“you? y/n having a crush on me? carl” he smiled “shut up” you rolled over to face the wall but before you knew it carl grabbed your face with his free hand to make you look at him then pressed his soft lips against yours

your eyes widen at the sudden pressure on your lips, you slowly close your eyes kissing him back. he pulled away and looked at you “i like you too y/n”

you bit your lip looking up to him and slightly smile you nuzzle your head into the crevice of his neck and he wraps his arm around your body.

loll this is probably really bad please tell me what you think of it because i’m genuinely curious on what i can do to fix my errors and stuffs- anyway hope you enjoyed:) this is my first oneshot on here and yeah😭

#carl grimes x reader #twd x reader #twd #twd carl #twd carl grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead carl grimes #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #carl grimes

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