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📰 | part ten: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, gun violence, father figure! Negan, soooomeeee ooonneee has a crush, teenagers in love.

summary: You tussle with your emotions regarding Carl, whilst Grimes and co pay a surprise visit to the Sanctuary.

omg i’m on fire!!!!! cliffhanger ending……but also next chapter will be similarly juicy so don’t fret! also half-written a carl x reader oneshot/drabble i’ll post soon between chapters :P

i’m so glad you all love my saviour reader story because i am her she is me…….this series is my CHILD i will defend it with my life!

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You hadn’t been to Alexandria in, frankly, what felt like years.

It was actually just weeks.

With an alliance between Hilltop, the Kingdom, and Alexandria, things for the Saviours were trickier than ever. Most of the time Negan spent in his office, trying to decode the best play. You helped, of course, and were practically running yourself ragged trying to keep things together at the Sanctuary.

It felt like everyone knew what was happening. Or they expected it, were waiting for it. It irritated you to no end, that others would blatantly show their disbelief in your cause, in Negan’s cause.

And then there was Carl.

You missed him, which was weird. He had become a constant in your life, the arguing and fighting, the pushing and shoving. But now your relationship had crested into something else… and you didn’t hate it.

In fact, you quite enjoyed kissing Carl.

Not that you’d admit that. To him, to anyone. Nobody needed that amount of power over you.

“You can go to bed, doll.”

You looked up from your lap, where a book of supply schedules was scribbled down. You were seated on that long leather couch in Negan’s office, whilst he worked on god knows what. Hopefully a viable strategy.

“No, I’m fine.” You tell him, politely. Too politely.

Truth is, you were hanging on by a thread. But with no supplies from Alexandria, nor Hilltop, the situation at the Sanctuary was becoming dire. You were trying to figure out how to jig things around so that everyone could be satisfied, or maybe even rethinking the points system, making the imaginary economy more competitive.

“I’m serious,” Negan insists, “You don’t gotta be doin’ this shit. It’s below you.”

You roll your eyes, “Who’s gonna do it, then? Simon’s corpse?”

The sarcastic comment earns you a glare in return, which does make you feel a little bad. You’d watched the brawl firsthand, and had almost tried to help Negan, if not for Dwight holding you back. Either way, it didn’t matter, for Simon was eventually strangled to death.

Brutal, but fitting.

Maybe you were trying to fill that void. The line between right-hand man and teenage daughter was thinning.

Negan rose from his seat, coming over to stand in front of you. He didn’t even need to lean down, swiftly plucking the tattered notebook from your lap, to which you groaned and leaned back on the couch.

He inspected it, reading over the numbers and scrawled figures. “You’re doing this wrong.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should start making your wives do the bookkeeping.” You grumbled, laying down on the couch in defeat.

Negan tossed the notebook onto the coffee table, sitting on the couch opposite you. “Doubt they can count past ten.”

It was a terrible thing to say, but got a smile out of you. It was difficult to be in a good mood on so little sleep, so the tiniest hint of happiness was well appreciated.

“When will we go to Alexandria again?”

You tried not to sound too interested in the question, but couldn’t help yourself, and needed to ask. Not for Carl, just for supplies. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Soon. Give it another week,” Negan confirmed, though his eyes said he knew something more. “Awfully interested in that shithole, aren’t you?”

This caused you to roll over, onto your side, so you could glare over at the older man. “We need that shithole to survive.”

There was a playful glint on Negan’s face, the words earning a small laugh from him. “Maybe you do. Bet you’re just itchin’ for your little cyclops.”

The joke causes you to bristle, irritation rising as you hoist yourself from the couch, making a play for the door. On such little sleep, you weren’t in the mood to entertain being teased.

But Negan stopped you, that grin still on his face. “Hey, c’mon, doll. You know I’m just tryin’ to rile you up.” He admits, coming to a stand.

The glare remains, but at least you stop your escape, instead just standing near the door with your arms crossed. You’d likely give some defensive retort, but Negan is already speaking again.

“Everyone has their first crush at some point. I’m just surprised it took you this long.”

“I don’t have a crush,” You practically snarl. “I’m not twelve years old.”

“Okay, sorry. Not a crush,” Negan approaches slowly, like you’ll run off again, though is pleased when you stand still. “Sounds like it’s past your bedtime.”

Your nose scrunches up, eyes narrowed in offence as he continues to treat you like a child. But you know he’s just making a point to tease you, judging by that stupid grin on his face, so you try not to react.

His hands bracket your arms, giving you a little spin so that you’re facing the door. But now you sigh, turning back around, unable to just drop this conversation all together.

“You don’t care?” You ask. “Like, if I did have a crush, you don’t even mind? Not that I do, I’m just… wondering.”

Negan smiles, finding your half-confession quite adorable. “That’s what kids do, darlin’. Besides, the boy’s got his head on straight. Certainly got more balls than his father.”

You look down at the floor, a little pensive. “I don’t have a crush on Carl.” You reiterate, standing your ground, trying to sound firm in order to convince the both of you.

He seems to get the hint, understanding that maybe you don’t even know what’s going on. “I know, doll. Don’t stress it too much.” Negan drops the subject, letting his arm encase your back for a small squeeze before letting you go. “Go get some rest.”

You muster up a little smile, finally accepting the offer and scampering back off to bed. After all, you were exhausted, despite that inherent need to make yourself useful. Supply counts could wait.

It was a comforting space, your bedroom, one you retreated to whenever things got overwhelming. It was filled with photos and trinkets, candy stashed away in the drawers, all the things you didn’t have when growing up. It was your space.

That night, you fell asleep weighing the severity of simply going to Alexandria yourself. You passed out a few minutes into debating what transportation to take.

Fortunately, or, probably unfortunately, that wasn’t necessary.

For Alexandria had come to you.

Gunfire was a familiar sound to wake up to. Usually, it was a low-level squabble, or maybe one of the Saviours proving a point. Either way, it never lasted long.

But this time, there was shouting, and more bullets. It was enough to jolt you awake, pushing past that bleary state of consciousness and waiting, still, for it to continue.

It did.

You climbed out of bed with urgency, moving on autopilot as you threw on some jeans, not bothering to change from your sleep tank before bolting for the door.

Just as your fingertips brushed the bat, you realised it wouldn’t do. That gun was still locked away in the bottom drawer, so you reached for it, shoving a handful of bullets into your pocket before leaving.

Now, you’ve never been a very good shot. That’s why you preferred using the bat, or at the very least, hand-to-hand combat. You had terrible aim. But maybe now was the best time to fix that issue.

So, you made your way through the Sanctuary, swiftly stepping through hallways, gun at the ready. You were outside in minutes, the shouting becoming much clearer now, a voice you could recognise:

Rick Grimes.

“Fuck this..” You grumbled, growing irritated with this relentless back and forth. And now, they were in your home.

Another shot blew out the glass from above you, forcing you further against the wall, as the shards piled on the concrete. Some littered your skin, your shoulders bare, due to still wearing a tank intended for sleeping. You didn’t even have a bra on.

But there were worse problems, you supposed.

The gun felt heavy in your hands, fingers twitching around the trigger. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to use it, though that seemed like wishful thinking. You wondered where Negan was, yet believed he could handle himself. You and this gun were the main concern, a gun you had no idea how to use effectively.

You hid behind anything available, crouched down, trying to survey the surroundings. From here, you could see the scattered factions of makeshift soldiers, though Rick was now missing. You presumed he had a similar thought process to you: Negan.

That was fine, for now.

Clutching the gun tightly, you shifted into view, holding it outwards and discharging a shot into the distance. It echoed in the nearby vicinity, though there was too much gunfire to distinguish where it had came from, luckily. It didn’t seem to hit anyone.

What a waste.

“Hey!”

It was a whisper-shout, one clearly intended to gain your attention. You spun your head around, searching for the voice, amongst all the yelling and fighting taking place within your home. It took an embarrassing amount of time until you saw him.

Carl.

Thank fucking god.

He’d been watching you, on alert for your figure the second they arrived. He clocked your creeping approach into the battle field, ducking behind anything possible. It was almost amusing, the stark contrast in how you usually chose to fight, but made sense after you fired that hopeless shot.

You had no idea what was going on, assuming that Negan and Rick were off fighting, whilst a few Saviours tried to keep the rival gang at bay. Or gangs, plural. You guessed that speaking to Carl would be your best chance at getting a grip on the situation. That, and you weren’t in the mood for a defensive Saviour to shoot him.

So, you tried to get closer, looking left and right to make sure the coast was clear before ducking behind rubble or vehicles, anything to provide cover. Carl was used to fighting, sure, but felt slightly anxious for a reason he couldn’t pin. It was just a bad feeling, like something was not right.

This time, Carl called out your name, causing you to look up and at attention. He held out his hand, despite being meters away, a signal to come closer under the cover he’d found.

You clutch the gun tightly, safety off, poised at your side. But it’s difficult to see everyone, from this position, forcing you to inch out from behind the truck in order to get a visual.

Still holding out his hand, Carl waits, watching as you peek your head out.

Pop!

A shot fires, crackling in the distance, though it takes you down with a solid thud.

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spiteless-xo · 8 months

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here is my idea, right?

#42 for the smut prompts post with erejean. what can i say??? i’m obsessed with them

please bless us tiff i know u will cook up something good

hello my love 🥰 thank you for the prompt!! i love these two boys 😫

i wrote this with boyfriend!jean and roommate!eren because i remember in your fic it was the other way around lmao

list of prompts ⋆ masterlist

╰┈➤ smut prompts - 42. “If I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited him sooner.”

ft. eren/fem!reader, jean/fem!reader, eren/reader/jean, slight jean/eren. cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (fingering, oral, multiple partners, multiple orgasms, slight dub-con in the beginning), explicit language. 2,365 words.

movie nights with jean always end up with the two of you paying less attention to the tv and more attention to each other. tonight is no different, despite the fact that your boyfriend's annoying roommate is sitting on the couch perpendicular to yours.

you're laying back against jean's chest with a blanket up to your chin to hide the way his hand has slipped underneath the waistband of your sweats. you scrunch your face in embarrassment, reaching down to grab his wrist, but he debuffs your protests and slips his fingertips further into your underwear.

"jean," you hiss, as quietly as you can to avoid attracting eren's attention.

he presses a soft, wet kiss into your neck that has you biting back a moan. "shh, quiet," he whispers.

you frown at the feeling of his smile against your skin, but when you feel his fingers brushing against your folds you let out a shaky breath.

you keep your eyes fixed on eren, making sure that his attention is focused on the movie. it's dark in the room, and even with the light reflecting off his face from the tv, you can't quite see his features -- nonetheless, he's facing the tv and he seems to be interested, so you let yourself relax a little.

your legs fall open a little wider and jean hums against your neck in approval, spreading the slick from your entrance all across you. you can feel him hardening against your lower back, and you reach down to grab his thigh, massaging it gently as his fingers swirl up to your clit.

jean teases you -- rubbing softly and slowly against the sensitive nub while you bite your lip to control your breathing. it's not enough to get you off, but it's enough to have you squirming in your seat, rocking your hips against jean's hand for more.

"easy," he warns, and you settle back down into your seat with a pout.

jean's fingers slip down to your entrance, pushing with two fingers until he slides inside of you -- you have to pull the blanket up against your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel your pussy stretching around his fingers.

his breath catches in his throat when you clamp down on his digits, and you can feel the rumbling of a growl in his chest as he pushes deeper and deeper until he's sheathed to the knuckle. you release a shuddered breath into the blanket when you feel jean's fingers curling inside of you -- stroking that spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head.

"shh," he whispers, breath hot against your ear. "you're whimpering."

it's hard to heed his warning when jean starts grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. you suck in a sharp breath and it's loud -- eyes darting up to look at eren to see if he's noticed you and --

he's fully faced toward you now, green eyes glinting from the light of the television. you watch his eyes trail from your face to the area of the blanket where jean's fingers are buried inside of you -- and he smirks.

"whatcha guys doin over there?" he coos, and the low rumble of his voice has you clamping down tighter around jean's fingers.

"wouldn't you like to know," jean scoffs, but his fingers work a little faster in you now that the jig is up, and you let out a stuttered moan.

"need help?"

jean fucks you with his fingers as eren approaches and you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy moulding around his digits as eren takes a seat on the couch. he grabs the blanket, tugging it out of your grasp and onto the floor to reveal your debauchery.

"jean," you hiss, but it's more of a strangled whimper as your back arches off of his chest. you twist your head to the side, embarrassed by eren's predatory gaze, but then you feel jean's free hand grab your chin and direct you forward.

"keep looking at him," he says, breathing hard behind you. "you get so wet when you look at him."

"lemme see," eren says, reaching forward and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your sweats. you hardly have time to realize what's going on before he's pulled them off of your legs, exposing your wet cunt to the cool air.

without anything in the way, the way jean's fingers fuck into you sounds even louder, each thrust causing the heel of his hand to bump into your clit and turning your muffled whimpers into desperate moans.

eren's hands are warm when he places them on your shins, sliding up to your thighs and holding you open to watch jean's fingers moving in and out of you.

"how's she feel?" eren asks, dipping into a low octave that sends chills down your spine.

"tight," jean grunts. "i think she's gonna cum."

eren smiles, running his tongue across his lower lip as his eyes swing up to your face. "show me."

your legs tremble against eren's hold, fighting to clamp shut as your orgasm hits you in waves. with a gasping moan, your back arches off of jean's chest as your pussy squeezes rhythmically around his fingers. he doesn't stop until you reach down with both hands, grabbing his wrist to still him.

"that was a good one," jean praises, kissing your cheek. "if i had known how much you liked being watched, i would've invited him sooner."

"hot," eren says, and he's looking at jean now.

"i told you."

you're still breathing hard, reeling from your orgasm -- shuddering when jean pulls his fingers out -- but you manage to stutter out, "what?"

jean squeezes your cheeks a little harder before twisting your face to the side. "oh, come on -- you want this, don't you?"

you look up at him with furrowed brows, shaking your head in confusion.

"you’re always looking at him,” jean hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “you’re louder when we fuck when you know he’s home,” another kiss. “it’s ok, i’m not mad.”

is your crush on eren really that obvious?

you can’t help yourself! he’s just so charming and friendly and hot. late at night on the weekends, when you’re in bed with jean, sometimes you hear eren bring a girl home with him from a night out.

the dull thud of his hips pounding into hers, her muffled moans through the thin, shared wall between eren and jean’s bedrooms, and eren’s low voice — grunting for her to cum for him, you’re doing so good for me, taking this cock so well.

but you love jean. the two of you have been together for years — you’re thinking of moving out together! was this some sort of test?

“she seems nervous,” eren says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “i told you you should’ve talked about this with her earlier.”

“she wants this.” jean leans his face down into you, lips brushing against yours as he says, “you trust me, right?”

“yes,” you say softly and he closes the distance between you.

your mouths move softly against one another, tongues tangling as you moan into the kiss, but it’s hard to focus on jean when you can feel eren’s thumbs rubbing circles into your inner thigh.

jean pulls away, directing his attention back to eren, and he nods at him. “taste her,” he says.

eren licks his lips, eyes flicking to your face. “do you want this?”

you swallow thickly, looking up at him carefully as your heart thunders in your chest. you do — you do.

“ok,” you say meekly, but the way your pussy clenches around nothing reveals your desire.

he smirks before lowering down onto his forearms between your legs and you gulp in surprise.

“teach me how she likes it,” eren says, hooking one arm around your thigh. he cages your clit between his fingers before scissoring them open and grinning at the sight of you dripping for him — for them.

“tease her first,” jean directs, both hands sliding up your body to grab your breasts. “i already made her cum once — draw this next one out a little.”

eren nods before leaning forward. he looks up at you from between your legs before breathing cool air onto your cunt. you shiver from the feeling, throwing your head back onto jean’s shoulder.

“she likes it when you lick the whole thing,” jean says, voice dipping lower as he presses his cock into your back. “don’t be afraid to make a mess.”

eren smiles, lifting his head up slightly and lolling his tongue out of his mouth. you watch drool slide from the end of his tongue, stretching down toward your clit in one big glob before sliding down between your folds.

“yeah,” jean grunts. “just like that.”

jeans hands squeeze your breasts tighter, fingers pinching your nipples through the fabric of your shirt as eren lowers his head. eren presses his soft, flat tongue against your entrance, still holding you open with two fingers, as he licks slowly up to your clit.

you moan, reaching back with one hand to grab a fistful of jean’s hair as he kisses your neck.

“how does it feel?”

“so good, jean,” you gasp and he smiles into your skin.

“that’s my girl. keep thinking about me when eren’s got his tongue in your pussy.”

eren’s brows furrow at this, lapping at you again and making your toes curl with a stuttered cry. he hums in approval before softly kissing your opening, pushing into you with his tongue with every kiss.

you gasp, rocking your hips into his face as he kisses you deeper and deeper, every brush of his lips causing his nose to knock into your clit. with one hand in jean’s hair, you reach down with the other, tangling your fingers in eren’s dark locks and pushing him harder between your legs.

“suck on her clit,” jean says, and eren hums in understanding before shifting his mouth forward. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently on the small nub before flicking it with his tongue.

your grip on the boys’ hair tightens as you feel heat pooling in your gut. “fuck, i’m close —” you whimper, cutting yourself off with another loud moan.

jean breathes hard into your neck, fully kneading your breasts and pushing his hips against your back. “finger her — feel how tight she gets when she cums.”

eren’s brows raise in approval and he shifts his position, mouth never leaving from where they’ve latched on to your clit, but allowing him room to slip his hand under his chin. he brushes your entrance first with two fingers, groaning at the feeling of you twitching from his touch, before plunging them inside of you.

you squirm in jeans grip from the feeling. eren’s fingers are thicker than jean’s and rougher when they fuck you — prodding at the soft spongey wall of your cunt as his tongue flicks against your clit.

over and back, over and back — maintaining that same rhythm as you squeeze around his fingers. you can feel drool sliding between your legs toward your ass as he makes a mess of your pussy with his tongue.

“gonna cum?” jean asks, voice gruff in your ear before he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. “come on, baby — show eren how hard you cum for me.”

with a choked sob you cum undone against eren’s face — squirming and twisting against jean’s back as you feel fire crawling up your veins from your orgasm. you tug at eren’s hair, making him groan around your skin, which only makes you squeeze tighter around his fingers.

“eren — fuck!” you cry, and you swear eren’s eyes light up in approval.

when your body falls limp against jean’s chest, eren slips his fingers out from inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden emptiness. he sits up onto his knees, lips and chin glistening from you and you feel your face burning in embarrassment.

“fuck, you’re right — she gets so tight when she cums,” eren says, visibly giddy with delight. “must feel really good on your cock.”

“you have no idea,” jean groans, reaching forward to grab eren’s chin. “look at him, sweetheart,” he hums, lips pressed against your ear. “look how fucked out he is — just from eating you out.”

you’re still panting heavily as you look up at eren. his cheeks are flushed, eyes dark and stormy, and you’re certain that if your eyes drift down between his legs, you’d see him hard for you, too.

“do you want to fuck him?”

you nod mindlessly, reaching forward with both hands to grab at eren’s shirt. you pull him toward you, smashing his lips into yours and your senses are flooded with the taste, the smell, the weight of your arousal on his tongue.

jean groans in approval from behind you, kissing along your neck as your tongue brushes against eren’s.

eren pulls away with a desperate gasp, gazing at you with hazy, hooded eyes as he grabs at your thighs.

“i can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” he says, nudging your nose with his before diving in for a second kiss.

it’s overwhelming — being pressed between two strong, broad bodies — the mixture of jean’s familiar citrus cologne and eren’s thick vanilla scent causing your cunt to ache to be filled.

you shift up off of jean’s chest, leaning forward into eren before pulling away to look back at your boyfriend. he looks like a wreck — eyes glazed and cheeks flushed, he has one hand on his thigh grabbing at his cock as his chest heaves, watching eren’s hands roam your body as he kisses down you neck.

“i want you both,” you say, biting your lip and jean’s brows raise in approval.

“both of us?” he confirms, and eren pauses with his lips against the pulse point of your neck.

“jean, your girl’s a freak,” he laughs. "this is gonna be fun."

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