#Moon's fuckin dead

[icedmetaltea]

@laymedowntorest now that I know I have the power to draw shippy stuff with ur OCs I knew I had to use it for evil (Also I'm using a new drawing tablet + clip paint studio for the first time so sorry if everything looks wonky, I'm just beginning to figure everything out)

#Teu #Teu oc #Moon x Teu #Moon's fuckin dead #A majority of him is censored bc all that remains is loose wires rip #He'll be fine #Do not cross the Teu #Laymedowntorest's OCs #yandere #tw yandere #kinda sorta #if ya know ya know #Metaltea draws

[loving-delusions]

made a quick doodle comic bc im revisiting some old asf episodes from the show lol

picked a nice lil episode to dissect lunar like they're a frog from bio class

anyways. do u think lunar thought their interaction with moon made them feel off. like. that's not really the same guy they knew before they died, just saying.

(( reunited with lunar in vr chat episode. yeah it's 5 months ago ))

more rant in the tags as usual

#lovingdelusions #sun and moon show lunar #sun and moon show #sams lunar #not adding the lunar and earth show tag bc this happened in the sams channel. also this is before the laes channel got made lol #sams moon #tsams lunar #tsams moon #the moon with red eyes is meant to be the older moon lol. the one before he got his memories wiped and all that #I THINK!! i think lunar would miss the old moon #yeah sure he's mean but i think lunar found that a wee bit as a nice thing #it's familiar to him (cough. old eclipse. cough) and it's the guy he got along with after deciding to betray eclipse and fully side w moon #like. the old moon is the one that was there for lunar when they said 'im done working with eclipse' #and now that moon's memory is wiped. lunar would kinda notice its not the same guy he had known before #and losing that bit of familiarity is fucking scary lol #imagine that. nearly all the people you've known before you died. all that sense of familiarity. fuckin gone #killcode is off in god knows where (bc i hc that kc also kinda adopted lunar and no u cannot change my mind) #bloodmoon was dead (in this ep bm still hasn't been 'remade') #and eclipse. as much as lunar hated him. is gone. and that scares him too #im GGRGRGG #im trying to get back to the stuff i genuinely like and im using this episode to kick start that little kindling flame rn #i LOVE dissecting this little bot

[indigocloverr]

one of the things i love/hate about tsams and tlaes, is that they’ll have a really fun, lighthearted vrc episode like “Lunar Turns into a BEANBAG” or “Earth’s EPIC Redesign” …to then IMMEDIATELY HIT YOU WITH A BOMBSHELL OF “ECLIPSE FUCKING DIES… AGAIN”

they MAKE you let your guard down so you don’t see the the fucking 8-wheeler of an episode hit you And when it does it FLABBERGASTS EVERYONE

#the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #tsams #sams #the lunar and earth show #lunar and earth show #tlaes #laes #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fuckin christ #i give eclipse alotta shit for the crap hes done #and he deserved that death right there #i mean #he WAS egging on lunar #but damn #did NOT expect him to be dead next… FOR THE 3RD((?)4TH(?)) TIME #anyways #lack of post because lack of aret #i’ll post more when i have more to post

[sherimoonzombie]

🥳 Happy Thursday! Thought I’d share some tattoos I saw floating around the Internet! 👏👏😍

#sheri moon zombie #rob zombie #house of 1000 corpses #the lords of salem #fan tattoo #baby firefly #the devil's rejects #3 from hell #tutti fuckin frutti #heidi hawthorne #living dead girl

[chocolatebageltje]

It's 5 AM and I'm awake and there's these two lights coming from the window across the street. I feel like I'm about 5 seconds away from Moon breaking outta there and getting my ass 💀

#fnaf moon #moondrop #security breach #daycare attendant #if i end up dead y'all know what happened #just imagining this is moon is fuckin hilarious to me #big lanky bot stuck in middle of nowhere ass suburbs #staring me down like when how you threateningly stare at your pet when they're looking at you while abt to do something bad #come over boi lets have a sleepover #my house is also a huge mess that needs cleaning #is my flirting not obvious #get my insomniac ass #fnaf dca

[technowings]

Randomly decided that I needed to redraw the Dead Moon Circus poster yesterday. First time using the reference grid! Its pretty helpful.

#techno art #clowns #dead moon circus #wips #redraw #still trying to decide how close i want to be to the original #because the original filigree in the logo fuckin sucks! lol

[bornetoblood]

BILL CIPHER IN BLOODBORNE BILL CIPHER IN BLOODBORNE

#late night doodles with ratborne #ive been rewatching #gravity falls #and i love that show sooooo fuckin much #bill cipher #micolash host of the nightmare #kos (dead) #oedon #moon presence #laurence the first vicar #gehrman the first hunter

[weeweeboy]

the amount of musical and gender envy i have for frank sinatra is fucking insane

#his fucking VOICE guys #its so smooth i cannot get over it #and the FUCKIN INSTRUMENTAL in the songs ? #ohoho i sit here listening to fly me to the moon and the 2008 remastered version of thats life with my head in my hands #never have i envied a man so much #a dead one at that but holy fuck his music is FUCKING AMAZING #anybody whoever wants to talk about frank sinatra ever i am here i am i promise i love music thats so smooth #still cant get over the instrumental #the instrumental in theme from new york is fucking CAPTIVATING #music #frank sinatra #music envy #that isnt a tag used often yet ? #oh im gonna change that

[accursedvoid]

Glad I got out of BNHA awhile back, from everything I’m seeing the manga and it’s presumed ending direction is going downhill faster than the naruto finale.

#bruh what the fuck is happening over there #it’s official the fanon is better #the fandom for BNHA much like RWBY is writing the story better than the makers at this point #(though in RWBY’s case we don’t know what monty truly planned due to his unfortunate death) #(also side note but everything linking back to AFO sucks like leave some to just be bc the world they’re in is shitty #god forbid it’s anything to do with the system or heroes not being 100% perfect or smthn) #yknow like you set up at parts and then just did not come back to #also will not lie Hori has made AFO so evil it’s laughable like at this point you ain’t human you’re a cartoon #also what are stakes #eri you deserve better #Bakugou shoulda stayed dead or if not don’t bother w the fuckin fake out goddam #yeah the naruto sudden moon aliens was ridiculous but at least it didn’t character assassinate the entire cast over here

[ghostighostly]

My problem the first time i tried starting a dnd campaign: damn i dont have enough friends who are into dnd to run a campaign :[

My problem now: goddamnit all my friends will wanna join but its not good to run a campaign with more than 5 people

Yes this is a flex on all you friendless mfs get shit on /mj

#ghosti talks #anyways guess who might finally start up their dream campaign !!! #also technically im not running it another friend is but im like helper dm #the only reason im not dming is cause fucl that shit it gives me panic attacks teehee #like dming sessions just stops me dead in my tracks everyones focused on what i have to say and oh god oh no ive been silent for a minute- #so yeah they have that covered thank god #also if you see this moon please dont force me to run sessions i will melt #ghosti rant over time to fuckin eeeeep gn kings

[pieofdeath]

Not to be a Disney fan on main but they really went off with haunted mansion.

#This post has been brought to you by me listening to the muppets haunted mansion songs #And the way Rest In Peace transitions from ''once they start they never cease'' to grim grinning ghosts #BEAUTIFUL #10/10 #Also tower of terror I love you too #Just #AUGH #''Once they start they never cease... And rIGHT BEFORE YOUR VERY EYESSS-'' #''AS THE MOON CLIMBS HIGH ON THE DEAD OAK TREE-'' #Also !!! ''poor cousin Maude who never awoke her dreams went up in smoke'' WHAT IF I SCREAMED!!! #I FUCKIN LOVE THAT PUZZLE #Incredibly invested in this random ass statue family

[redwolftrash]

my new favorite reason to live is that every month or so i can see Big Moon or Tiny Moon and try my damnedest to take a photo of it before giving up and considering that night photography course near me

#i saw the sturgeon moon in IHOP and my inner child's werewolf was resurrected from the dead #just this big ass yellow moon with fuckin clouds rolling all around it #it was like i time travelled to a horror movie for a second

[dixons-sunshine]

Hiii! First of all i love love love your writing i get so excited every time i see you’ve posted ❤️ i was wondering if i could request a daryl x fem!reader where they’re just chilling out watching a silly cartoon and he’s finally relaxing and happy to be with his girl, maybe it could be young daryl it’s up to you. Thank you for producing such good work for us all to read!!! 🫶

Selfish | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: When you woke up and walked into the kitchen, you didn't expect to find your mom sitting there with a man you didn't know. And you certainly didn't expect the man to go off on your boyfriend when you didn't even know who he was.

Genre: Fluff, teeny bit of angst.

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes.

Word count: 2.7k.

A/n: I hope you don't mind, but I already had an idea for my next installment to this universe, and thought this idea would work well with an idea I already had. To be honest, this isn't my best work and I feel like the plot is all over the place, but I hope you like this nonetheless!

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The moon was shining brightly in the night sky, surrounded by the twinkling of millions of beautiful stars. Crickets were chirping outside in the grassy areas and owls were hooting from their spots in the trees. All the inhabitants of the trailer park were in their homes, tucked in and ready for a good night's rest.

Everyone except you and Daryl.

“M'tellin' ya, this cartoon ain't all tha'. S's'posed to be 'bout a talkin' dog helpin' reveal the culprits tha' ain't actual ghosts, yet him and tha' green shirt guy still believe in ghosts. Even after all the mysteries they solved, they still believe in 'em. S'fuckin' ridiculous.”

You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest and letting out a huff, albeit a playful one. “So you're telling me, real or not, that if a guy who looked like a ghost was threatening to kill you, you wouldn't run?”

“Nah, I'd run fer the fuckin' hills, I ain't denyin' tha',” Daryl stated, lazily picking at the dead skin on his thumb. “But c'mon, these guys are s'posed to be professionals. They unveil criminals tha' dress up as monsters fer a livin'. Ya can't be a fuckin' pussy durin' somethin' tha's yer job.”

“Okay, then, smartass,” you replied playfully, lightly shoving his shoulder. You giggled when Daryl wrapped his arm around you and pulled you tightly against his side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “How about we watch that roadrunner cartoon you like?”

Daryl's eyes lit up. “Yer serious?” he asked, excitement lacing his tone.

You nodded and nuzzled your head into his chest, flicking through the channels with the remote until you found the aforementioned cartoon. Daryl pressed a kiss to the top of your head, before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. The two of you sat there, cuddled up under the blankets, simply enjoying the serene moment.

Daryl couldn't believe how lucky he got with you. After nearly a year together, the two of you were still going strong. The so-called "honeymoon phase" that people said wore off after a few months into the relationship didn't falter between the two of you. What you and Daryl shared ran much deeper than just a phase. The two of you worked hard at your relationship, making compromises and being open with one another. Daryl wasn't the most open person, but for you, he tried. Likewise, there were things you didn't normally do that you did for Daryl—you weren't the most keen person on catching fish, but you did it for him, just because he liked it. Your love for one another ran deep, so it was unlikely for the happy, giddy feeling to wear off. That spark between the two of you would never burn out.

Your laugh suddenly echoed through the trailer, soon followed by Daryl's own chuckles at a particularly funny scene in the cartoon. Daryl looked down at you in awe, marveling at how beautiful you looked. Your eyes sparkled in the light that the television emitted and your smile was more radiant than anything he's ever seen before.

Yeah, Daryl Dixon knew he was the luckiest guy on the planet.

Before he could fully register what he was doing, Daryl cupped your cheek and turned your head to him, pressing his lips against yours in a firm, passionate kiss. You were surprised at first but ultimately sunk into the feeling of his lips on yours. The kiss soon escalated from loving and sensual to heated and lustful. Daryl picked you up and helped you onto his lap, quietly groaning when you lightly grinded your hips against his, putting a pleasurable amount of pressure against his growing erection.

You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead against his. “Do you want to take this to my room?” you asked in a whisper.

You giggled when he stood up while holding you firmly against him, not saying anything. You wrapped your legs around him, and he walked the short distance to your room, kicking the door shut behind him when he reached it.

The cartoon playing on the television was forgotten of for the rest of the night.

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Soft, feathery light kisses all over his face, shoulder blade and arm was what Daryl Dixon awoke to the next morning. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep from his mind, he turned over in the bed and locked eyes with you. You looked like a goddess to him at that moment, the sun gleaming through the window giving you a golden-like aura. You were wearing your shorts from the prior night, but you were wearing his shirt instead of your own. However, he didn't complain.

“Good morning, handsome,” you greeted him, giving him a cheerful smile.

Daryl gave you a lopsided smile in return, adjusting his head on the pillow. “Would be a better mornin' if I got a kiss,” he spoke in his raspy morning voice, sending shivers down your spine at the sound.

Complying with his not-so-subtle request, you leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips. You pulled away after a few seconds, bringing your hand up to brush through his hair.

“I'm gonna make us some breakfast. Throw on a pair of pants and come meet me, okay?” you told him, your hand lingering on his cheek for a moment before withdrawing.

Daryl nodded as he watched you stand up, adjusting the sheets around him as he became painfully aware that he was as naked as the day he was born under them. “Alrigh',” he started, his eyes slowly trailing over your form, appreciating the way you looked in his shirt. “Ya look good, sunshine.”

“Thank you,” you replied, sending him a smile, before finally making your way out of your room.

You closed the door behind you and made your way to the kitchen, but stopped in your tracks when you saw your mom sitting at the table with a man you've never seen before in your life. The two were engaged in a heated argument, not even noticing your presence.

“For the love of god, Henry! You can't just come here and demand to see her after seventeen years of nothing! We've been doing just fine without you or your money, so you can leave, just like you did all those fucking years ago!”

“She's my daughter too, Cecilia! I have every right to see her.”

“Mom?” you questioned confusedly, finally making your presence known.

Your mom turned her head to you, her eyes widening in horror. However, before she could say anything, the man called Henry stood up, sending you a strained smile.

“Princess?” he questioned you, taking a step towards you.

You took a step back, unexpectedly making contact with someone behind you. You stumbled but a familiar pair of arms encircled you, steadying you. You turned your head and locked eyes with your boyfriend's beautiful blue ones.

“Wha's goin' on?” he asked you, slightly standing behind you to hide his bare upper body from your mom's and the unknown man's view. He was suddenly painfully aware that his scars were on display to a person who he did not know, and that made him want to shrink into himself and disappear.

Instantly picking up on what he was feeling, you moved to stand in front of him. You eyed the man standing in front of you warily, sending questioning glances to your mom.

“Mom? What's going on?” you asked her, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the man's intense stare. It wasn't uncommon for your mom to see you and Daryl walking out of your room in the morning—she was well aware of why he stayed over most of the time—but it certainly was the first time that she had an unknown man with her in the morning.

“Who's this?” the man asked, a slight bit of anger lacing his tone. “What the fuck are you doing sniffing around my daughter, boy?”

“What?!” you exclaimed in surprise, your eyes widening. “What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

“Sweetheart, please calm down. I can expl—”

“Shut up!” the man cut her off, turning towards you. “I come over to meet my daughter and this is what I walk in on? A fucking orgy? You couldn't even find someone better than some redneck?”

Daryl visibly stiffened. He ducked his head to avoid the man's harsh glare, uncomfortable with the way he dissected him with his eyes. The man had taken one look at Daryl and decided that his worth was nonexistent.

“Leave him out of this,” you warned him, snapping out of your confusion. Nobody had the right to target Daryl, especially not some man who, if he was your father, ran away seventeen years ago. “You don't get a say in who I date or not. And if you really are my father, what the hell makes you think that you can come in here after seventeen years and expect me to welcome you with open arms? What makes you think that you get to come into our home and play the man of the house? I don't know who you are, and after the last few minutes with your behaviour, I have no interest in getting to know you. You can go to hell.”

“Henry,” your mom jumped in, lightly shoving him back. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

The man glared at you and your mom, before shifting his attention to Daryl again. “Well,” he started, scoffing and turning around to leave. “Like mother, like daughter. Seems like trying to get knocked up in high school is a hereditary gene.” He paused before turning back to you. “If you're smart, you can come find me at that motel near the bar. I'll be staying there.”

“Get the fuck out!” your mom yelled angrily, pushing him out.

Shutting the door once the bitter man was gone, your mom turned to you and Daryl. She looked at you sheepishly, a deep frown on her face.

“Guys, I'm so sorry,” she apologized sincerely.

“Mom, what was that?” you asked, allowing Daryl to pull you into his side, your boyfriend instantly recognizing your anxiousness. “Was that really—?”

“Your father?” she finished for you. “He is, but I really wish he wasn't.”

Your breath got caught in your throat. Unwillingly, you felt a lump form in your throat, the recent play of events turning your whole world upside down. For years, it had just been you and your mom. Your father was practically a ghost story, only being regarded as your "sperm donor". Yet there he had been mere minutes ago, standing in front of you. You felt overwhelmed, and you could feel your throat constricting.

You had to get out of there.

“I have to go,” you weakly mumbled out, withdrawing from Daryl's hold and pushing past your mom and heading out the door, walking in a familiar direction.

“Sweetheart, wait!” your mom called after you, but to no avail—you were already gone.

Daryl placed a hesitant hand on your mom's shoulder, bringing her attention to him. “I'll get her. I know where she's goin'.”

Your mom offered him a weak smile. “Thank you, Daryl,” she thanked him, vaguely motioning over to the laundry hamper at the other end of the room. “You left one of your shirts here the other day. It's in there.”

Nodding, Daryl walked over and grabbed the shirt, slipping it over his head—he was glad that his scars were once again hidden from plain view. Sparing your mom one last glance, Daryl ran out of the trailer and in the direction where you had disappeared.

A few minutes later, Daryl ended up by the river. There, just as he had predicted, you sat, your knees brought up to your chest, your bare feet resting in the cool water. You were staring straight ahead, clearly deep in thought.

“Figured I'd find ya here,” Daryl spoke softly as he sat down next to you, successfully gaining your attention.

You turned your head to him, tears falling from your eyes. The sight broke Daryl's heart. It was extremely rare to see you crying; you were always so happy and never let anything get you down, so the whole ordeal must've been too much for you.

“I'm sorry,” you brokenly whispered out, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Fer wha'?”

“For leaving so abruptly,” you explained, tracing mindless shapes and figures into the sand beneath you with your finger. “You were probably so uncomfortable. I know how you feel about people seeing your scars and I just left. I'm really sorry, Daryl.”

It amazed Daryl how, even when it was something that didn't directly affect him and quite obviously took a huge toll on you, you still worried about him more than yourself. You were selfless and hated making just about anything about you, and even though Daryl loved that about you, in that particular moment, he wanted you to be selfish. He wanted you to make this about yourself. He wanted you to cry, to scream, to throw things. He wanted you to be mad at what happened. He didn't want you to worry about him in a moment like that.

Daryl wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. “Dun' worry 'bout me,” Daryl whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. “How are ya feelin'? And dun' try and pull tha' "m'alright" shit with me. I know ya better than tha'.”

You inhaled deeply and sniffled. “I just... Never expected to meet my father like that. I've always dreamt of meeting him, y'know? And now that I have, I don't know how to feel. On one hand, he's my father and I wanna get to know him, but on the other hand, he's clearly a fucking dick and he needs to fuck off. And my mom... Oh, god. I left my mom. She probably thinks—”

“S'okay,” Daryl reassured you, wiping away the tears that had fallen from your eyes again. “She ain't mad. She's jus' worried 'bout ya.”

“I'm overreacting,” you mumbled, shaking your head in disappointment at yourself. “A few harsh words with that man and I bolt. It's ridiculous.”

“Listen to me,” Daryl began, pulling back and cupping your face in his hands, gently forcing you to look at him. “Yer not overreacting. Everythin' tha' happened was unexpected fer ya. Ya jus' met yer dad in the worst way possible and ya were overwhelmed. Nobody blames ya fer needin' a moment to process everythin', alrigh'? Ya deserve to take a moment fer yerself, a moment to be selfish. Ya hear me?”

You nodded, allowing the tears to fall freely now. Daryl pulled you into a proper hug, allowing you to sob into his shirt. He didn't care that your tears were soaking his shirt—his only concern was you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, rocking you from side to side until you calmed down.

“Thank you,” you whispered after a while, sniffling softly.

“Ya dun' have to thank me,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “M'always here fer ya, jus' like ya are fer me.”

“I love you, Dar.”

A beat of silence passed, until Daryl whispered into your ear. “I love ya too, sunshine. I love ya so fuckin' much.”

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[milla-frenchy]

Snowflakes

0k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3

Summary: you and Joel are on your way back from patrol. You fall asleep not expecting this night to be worse than your encounters with the infected

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dead dove. Noncon. Dark Joel. Pwp. Joel pov. Somnophilia, oral (f), masturbation (f/m), piv, degradation. No age specified

a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for beta reading 💕🫶

Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. This fic isn't for everyone, and that's ok. I don't condone any of this.

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Joel couldn't sleep. The patrol had been stressful, too many infected had crossed your path. You two had stayed at one of the usual cabins for the night. He was looking at the moon through the window. Everything was quiet. The snowflakes kept falling and must have covered your footprints by now. You had fallen asleep, exhausted after several days of patrol, way longer than usual. You turned onto your back in your sleep, and he didn’t take his eyes off you.

When he pulled down your panties, your scent drove him crazy. His mouth latched onto her pussy and his tongue ran over your folds. You were so tired that you didn't wake up. He kept licking your pussy, his hand tight on his thick cock as he was fucking his wrist while you were moaning more and more in your sleep. He knew that when you woke up you would struggle. That he would have to hold you under him to fuck you. He didn’t care then when his tongue was buried in your pussy. Soon he would thrust his cock in your cunt. He didn't even know what had taken over him, why he was acting like that all of a sudden, when there had never been anything between you.

His tongue inside you was no longer enough for him, and when he moved back up to your clit, he pushed two fingers in your pussy. His mind and body wanted to take, to possess, to cum. He continued to jerk off harder, thinking about the moment he would push his cock inside you. He got obsessed with the desire.

When you finally woke up, you called his name without really understanding what was going on, if you were dreaming.

“J…Joel?”

When you realized what was happening, you tried to pull his head away but it turned him on even more. He let go of his cock and grabbed your wrists with his free hand, still fucking you with the other one, growling between your thighs.

Was it your incoming orgasm that made you stop struggling? He didn’t know and didn’t care. You came on his fingers and on his tongue, and he thought he might spill his cum onto the sheets. If he had been 35 years younger, that probably would have happened. But not that day, not then. That day he wanted to fuck that cunt. He needed it. When he moved back up to you and settled between your thighs, you hit his torso with your fists but he was too strong to be stopped. He took his thick cock in his hand and nestled it at your entrance. You begged him to stop, tears in your eyes.

“You cum in my mouth and think I won’t fuck you?”

He hadn't even wiped himself after making you cum, and his beard was glistening with your wetness.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ take it.”

When he sank in you, you were afraid he would tear you in two. It'd been a long time since you'd had sex with someone. And Joel didn't want to have sex, he wanted to fuck.

He didn’t stop until he bottomed out, and he stayed there, buried between your folds, balls deep in your pussy. You heard him breathing hard against your neck, until he pulled back and looked at you. When he buried himself again in your core, he didn’t take his eyes off you.

“Told you you’d take it. Fuck, you’re tight.”

He was smirking at you with each thrust. As if he was feeding himself with your fear.

“I bet you never took such a big cock in your cunt.”

Again, he was thrusting in, fucking your warm pussy.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself cum on this cock. Come on, I know you want it."

Mechanically, you did as he asked, and slightly rotated your finger on your clit.

“Fuckin’ whore. If I knew you were such a slut I would have fucked you sooner”, he growled.

You were ashamed when your orgasm came. Your pussy squeezed his cock so hard, that you were afraid he would release his cum inside you. But he gritted his teeth and let the jerks of your pussy on his cock fade out, listening to your whimpers.

“You’re such a slut, cumming on this cock, after you acted like you didn’t want it.”

He thrust in again, one hand on your throat, until he pulled out. He began jerking off, kneeling between your thighs, and you didn't dare move.

You looked at his cock, so thick and long, and the expression on your face made him smirk. He grabbed one of your breasts and jacked off harder, until the spurts of cum hit your stomach.

“You better keep your mouth shut when we get back, if you don't want me to come to your house at night. Bet your pussy would like that.”

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[poetslastdeath]

SAFE

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gn!reader x john price, slightly unhinged and very obsessed reader, they are down BADDDD

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the air is cold and heavy, whipping around you and biting at your skin sharply as rain pours from the dark sky above.

the only light that shines down on you two is a ray of moonlight and brushes over his cheek, wet and shiny with rain, and your gloved half bloody hands cupping his cheek.

paying no mind to the dead hostiles littering the ground, treating them casually like they are merrily pebbles to kick out of your way. you move forward, prices back presses harder against the stone brick wall, harshly pressing into his gear until he can feel it but pays it no mind.

lips against his, warm and slightly capped, his beard brushing against your face. you bite his lip, almost hoping it draws blood, you would get on your knees and savor every drop of his blood like it was salvation, like you were a broken devotee.

he lets out a noise, small and almost drowned out by the heavy sounds of rain, but you’re close enough to hear it, to savor it desperately. gripping him like he could die any moment.

he almost had. it was a close call, a simple almost harmless misstep, cornered with an empty barrel.

he would have died, he could have died, he could have died, you repeat over and over again maddeningly.

he could’ve if it wasn’t for the shattering of a window and a bullet finding its place right in the head of the hostile before it had even stepped into the room price was in.

you pull back, when he squeezes your waist so tight you think he might break his finger.

“price.” you mumble, grabbing his chin and forcing his head up to look at the dark moon sky only sparkled with stars that looks like flickering flames.

the warm press of a kiss against the skin of his jaw, then his neck. and to the astonishment of anyone else but you, he melts like hot wax in your hands.

he murmurs your name back, it echoes in your ears and you grip him tighter. his hand goes around to grip the back of your head, fingers tangled in wet hair.

your other hand travels down to press against the small of his back, under his soaked shirt and touching clammy skin with leather.

you mumble, “i would have killed them all. ripped out all of their throats for looking at you, thinking about you.” unworthy and yet granted privilege, you are.

his grip tightens, he leans his head down slightly to press and firm kiss to your head, a similar desperation that claws at your ribcage form your chest echoes in his own. he lets out a breathless chuckle, low and deep and half hysterical.

“mad, you are.” he breathes, there’s a certain affection weaved through his words, it sits warm around you. “fuckin hell.” he huffs, almost like he’s talking to himself.

there’s a pause, a moment only filled by the echoes of the night and the haunting sound of gunshots ringing through the empty bloody city even after all that’s left is two desperate bodies pressing against each other over the dead bodies that tried to take them from each other.

“yours.” you mumble, dropping your hand down to trail down his neck to his chest, over his heart. beating, echoing through your own body. “yours.”

if you could, you would drop down to your knees until they are bloodied and bruised, worship dripping off of your lips like honey, a promise. to follow him, forever, to the ends of the earth. you think the earth should thank him, that he wants to keep it clean, to save it. because if he even thought about it, you would burn the world. if only to see the flames reflected in his eyes.

“mine.” he echoes. and with the squeeze of his grip, you melt and all thoughts that aren’t him, the smell of cigar and ashes, the feel of his skin against yours, melt away with you.

yeah, his.

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[riverbutghost]

Stop The Pain

Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Even though you weren’t supposed to be on the field, you were. And you weren’t alone. You got a rookie under your wing, and that was fine until you got shot.

Categories: Angst/ Fluff, happy ending

Warnings: Graphic language, blood, wound, military stuff, sexual themes. Also, Medic!Reader.

The reader’s call sign is Pearl. I don’t know why.

A/N: This is my second fic and i’m over the moon with my first one aaaaggggh!! Anyway, happy reading lol, don’t forget to rb to support me :) still waiting for the day when someone’s gonna request something-but no complaining-

“Keep your eyes open, kid!”

You yelled over the storm, one hand pressing on his wound and the other trying to pull him by his arm. He was trying so hard not to close his eyes, but you knew it. You knew he was dying soon.

“C’mon, kid. Just a little, ugh, longer,” You huffed as the storm got stronger.

The mission was the hardest mission you’ve ever been to. And it was the first mission you had to use a knife to kill someone. A fucking knife. You were a medical professional after all, why would you need or use a knife to kill someone?

“I swear to God or whatever is above there-“ Your breath hitched and you stopped talking as a bullet pierced through your thigh. You pulled the rookie with you to somewhere safe, then looked at your thigh. It was bleeding.

Thankfully it wasn’t something fatal, but it still hurt. You looked at the kid, you were still holding him with one hand. You quickly retreated your other hand to his wound.

“Deep breaths, kiddo. You got this, I know you do.”

You checked your comm, but it wasn’t there. You suddenly started to feel helpless, useless.

“Shit, okay- you’re okay. We’re okay-“

He coughed blood, making you feel a lot worse.

“C’mon kid, just a little more, stay with me.”

He nodded his head but his eyes were blurring. You wanted to stop the war. It wasn’t fair.

“Talk to me. How old are you?” You said while trying so hard to stop the bleeding. You ripped your shirt, which was under your vest, and started pressing on his wound with it.

“I’m twenty two- this my first…” You nearly cried. this was his first mission, and he was dying. No, you said to yourself. You weren’t going to let him die, he had to live.

“You’re not going anywhere, buddy.” You tried so hard to reassure him, to let him know that he wasn’t dying soon. But he was.

“What the fuck?! “ You yelled when another bullet landed on the tree behind you. You wanted them dead, all of them. Fuckin’ terorists, you mumbled. Killing and torturing people, that’s what they fuckin’ do.

“Stay here, yeah? I’ll find a comm.” You told the kid. He nodded his head, trying not to drift away. You took his gun.

You stood up carefully, walked around the secure area that you found surprisingly. The area before you was almost empty. The keyword is almost.

You placed the sound suppressor on your gun, the rookie’s gun, and shot the enemy who was kneeling before a dead body. He didn’t even have a chance to look at you.

You quickly scanned the area and carefully kneeled down next to a dead body, which was wearing a balaclava. You figured it was someone on your team. You took the little piece and put it on your ear.

“Hello, is anyone there? It’s Pearl, I need immediate help. Please is anyone there?”

You were shaking now. You gripped your thigh, the pain making you more stressed than ever.

“Is anyone fuckin’ there! God damn it!” You yelled and stood up, going back to the rookie.

“Hey rookie, you good?” You swallowed the shakiness.

“Not- not a rookie. Soldier-“ He flinched and gave a shaky breath.

“Of course, just stay with me a little more, hm? ”

You were on the verge of tears now. No one was there. No one could help the kid. No one. You pressed your com.

“Please, I need help-“

A static voice came suddenly from the other line. You held your breath.

“Pearl, where are you?”

You relaxed a bit after hearing your lieutenant’s voice. He spoke in a cold manner, but you knew him. He was worried.

“S- Ghost, I don’t know I- We- The kid is dying- I-“

Your hands started shaking, your breath was limited. You tried to think about different things, but it was hard to do that in your situation right now.

“Are you hurt?”

“My t-thigh-“

“We’re comin’ , stay where you are ‘kay?“

You nodded your head stupidly. You looked down, the rookie was barely breathing.

“Hey kid, c’mon they’re coming!” You yelled and started tapping his cheek to wake him up.

He groaned but still didn’t open his eyes.

You were fully crying now. You didn’t know why were you crying. You’ve lost many many people in your life, some young some old, but this has never happened. Yes, you’ve shed a few tears but you’ve never felt like this.

“What’s your name, kid?” You wiped your nose on your sleeve.

He didn’t answer. You closed your eyes for a moment and when you looked at him, you checked his pulse with trembling hands.

He was gone.

Your shoulders dropped. Your eyes started producing more tears, if that was possible.

You gripped his dog tags and pulled them out. You looked at his name.

Theodore Moreau

You wipes your eyes then got up. No, you tried to, because there was a sudden pain that made you whimper and fall down again.

You had forgotten about your thigh.

You held your thigh, but your head was pounding. You weren’t sure if that was because of the shot. It was because of your panic attack.

You needed your Simon.

You cried harder at that thought, feeling selfish. But you needed him. Maybe he wasn’t thinking about you like that, but after that night you were sure you would talk to him about your feelings. Because losing someone was so easy at this point.

You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth and holding your wound.

You tried thinking about something else, something that would take you away.

You drifted away.

-

Simon was nauseous.

He was panicking inside, but didn’t show a single emotion on the outside.

Were you shot? Were you wounded? Did you need him?

He was angry.

Angry at Price for making you fight with the enemy. Angry at Soap for leaving your side to fight someone.

Angry at himself because you probably needed him and he wasn’t there.

Gaz looked at Price.

“Where are they? What if they’re both dead-“

“What? No way, yer aff yer heid.”

Simon shuddered at the thought.

“She’s not dead, Kyle.” Simon’s cold voice was heard. He had an authority, making Gaz shut up.

“We’ll look this way, and you’ll look thay way, got it?” Price spoke suddenly. Everyone agreed and went down the paths.

Simon thought about the first time he felt a thing towards you. It was three months ago.

-

You were cleaning Simon’s wound.

He was super close, you were super close. He was looking at your eyes while you were looking at his bicep. It was a sight.

You were a sight.

“You’re staring, Simon.”

His heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. It suited you.

How sweet would his name be if you moaned it. Just for him-

“Simon.”

He cleared his throat.

“Sorry, had a rough day.”

You smiled at him. That sweet innocent smile.

Fuck, he thought.

“It’s okay.” You continued working on him, your touch gentle.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked him with genuine concern.

He gulped.

“No, you’re not.”

You smiled again. He was feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

“Well, that’s it. Come again if it starts to bleed, Simon.”

He sighed and nodded. You stood up from the medical bed, and washed your hands.

Simon wasn’t sure if he was okay.

“Simon are you sure you’re okay?” You asked him while removing your white uniform, which was something like an apron.

“I’m, yeah. I’m okay. I’ll just leave,” He stood up quickly.

Your face fall. Did you want him to stay?

“Okay, uhm…” You cleared your throat.

“Do you mind me coming to your room tonight?” You asked him innocently. His pants were tightening.

“What?” He found himself asking.

“Y’know, to- to look at your wound. If that’s okay for you?”

He was sweating now, wanting nothing more than taking off his mask.

“Yeah, yeah that would be okay.”

You licked your lips. He sighed. Don’t, he wanted to say. Don’t do that.

Your gaze fell to his pants, making him more uncomfortable. Your breath hitched and you gulped.

Your eyes met again.

“I’ll come tonight.” You said breathlessly. He nodded.

And he couldn’t wait for the night.

He was right to feel that way. Because he felt like he was born again that night.

-

“Ghost?”

He turned to Soap, shaking the images of you from his mind.

“Yes sergeant?”

Soap pressed his lips tighter than before.

“I know you care about her.” Simon felt claustrophobic all of a sudden.

“I-“

Soap held a hand for him to shut up.

“I know. And I know you’re my superior and I have to respect you, but you were super loud, Simon.”

Simon gave a slow breath. Soap cracked a smile.

“And I know she cares about you too. I saw how her breath hitched when she saw you on the treadmill.”

Simon smirked. But his smirk fell when he realized you weren’t with him. You were in God knows where, and he was talking about you and him and your relationship with Soap. He gulped.

“Focus, Soap. We have to find her.”

Soap nodded.

“We will.”

-

“Pearl!”

You immediately opened your eyes and looked around frantically.

“Oh my God! You’re alive.”

Price sighed and looked at your form.

“Price, I’m sorry. Couldn’t save him.” You said while trying so hard not to sob. He gave you a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, he knew it was going to be a hard mission. He was a real soldier.”

You smiled weakly.

“Let’s get your wound cleaned up, yeah?” You nodded and let them take you to the truck.

“We’ll meet the helicopter in a second, Pearl.”

You nodded and clenched your jaw. The pain was starting to feel unbearable.

“Where is Simon?” You asked Gaz, who was holding you at the back. He scratched his neck.

“I’ll inform them.”

He held his comm.

“We found her, meet us in front of the heli.”

“Roger that.” Came Soap’s voice in a second.

You closed your eyes, finally feeling relaxed. You weren’t sure if you’d be mentally relaxed though.

-

-

-

You felt like an absolute shit when you woke up. You didn’t wake up because of the beeping or anything, you woke up out of nothing.

“Simon.”

Simon shifted his mask, you assumed, and turned around.

“Y’good?”

You nodded and swallowed.

It was pitch black other than the little lamp near you on the nightstand and it was comforting.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been on the field in the first place. It’s our fault, and I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, Simon.” You smiled reassuringly at him.

“It’s not gonna happen again, don’t worry.” Simon said while looking at the floor.

You put your hand on his, which was on your side.

“It’s okay, I got shot. Accidents happen.” He clenched his jaw.

“Not to you,” He said your real name in the end. It made you shiver.

“We lost that kid, sadly. What if that was you? I would’ve never forgiven myself.”

Your expression fell after the mention of the kid. You suddenly felt disappointed again, at yourself.

“I want to give his dog tags to his family.”

He reached out for your face, gloves already off. He stroked your cheek and you suddenly felt touch starved.

“Okay,” He mumbled, words vibrating his chest. You blushed.

“Don’t do that.” His hand found your lips, caressing them softly.

“What?” You said, meaning it.

“Don’t blame yourself.” You sighed.

He moved his hand to your chin and caressed there softly too. He was making you forget things, and you weren’t complaining.

“Can I see you?” He stopped caressing your face and took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to!” You suddenly said.

He took his mask off in a second. Your mouth was hung open.

“You’re really pretty, Simon.” You bit your lip, tilted your head. He felt his heart beat faster.

“Knock knock knock!! Pearl!”

A sudden voice was heard and Simon quickly put on his mask.

“How is our little Pearl?” Soap’s sickly sweet voice came in, behind him was Captain Price.

“I’m really good, actually .” You smiled at them softly then made eye contact with Simon.

“I’ll need assisting for a while, though.” You said mischievously. Soap laughed at that.

“Well, you sure need it.” Price said looking at Simon.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Simon rolled his eyes then got up.

“I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight?”

“You will.”

Simon got out, smacking Soap’s head on his way out. Gaz came in a second later, making you stop your chit chat.

“Well, that was disgusting. But I guess I won the bet!”

You rolled your eyes while laughing at their antics.

You couldn’t wait for the night.

Just like 3 months ago.

That was so rushed. I hate it tbh but this is my second fic and I’ll improve. I just feel like I can’t sum up my fics? Whatever, please like and rb if you liked it!!

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