#ty for always sending prompts youre a doll <3

[marsbar17]

Here's a part 3 to Apex Legends figuring out you're a masochist. there'll probably only be one or two more parts so let me know if you want more! And requests for your favorites are always welcome :)

CONTAINS: NSFW, overstimulation, understimulation, sex toys, bondage, spanking, size kinks, strap ons, crying, slapping, choking, slight exhibitionism

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•Rampart

Okay look, this woman is an engineer and a girlboss, she will build makeshift fuck machines. Shes super into testing your limits and overstimulating/understimulating you until you're numb. She's honestly probably the one that asked you about it instead of the other way around. When you agree, and even show an interest in it, she gets that look in her eyes that says "you might regret that." But even when you're 10 orgasms deep and she's still got a vibrator on high attached to your most sensitive parts, you don't regret a thing.

"Crying already? Wanna tap out? Or are you too tired to even speak, doll."

Overstimulation, understimulation, so so so many toys, especially vibrators. She wont really hurt you other than maybe tying you down a little too tight.

•Horizon

Okay, she's just too nice for this prompt, I just want her to hug me :(

She'd probably hug you when you tell her you're into pain dhdhnsja, like "oh dear, who hurt you." She'd somehow find a way to make you feel the same pleasure without the pain part. She's just fully praise and soft touches, she'd make you feel so safe and nice. I'm sorry to all the masochistic Horizon simps but if you specifically request it I can try to do it.

•Fuse

SPANKING, SSSPPPANNNKKIIINNGGG, SPANKING AND SIZE KIIIINKKK. Look, this man would fix all of my daddy issues if he was real, that's all I gotta say about that. It starts off as him lightly spanking you to get you to ride him harder, but your reaction makes him do it harder next time. It's his favorite thing, watching the way the skin of your ass gets red and ripples everytime he spanks you. Sometimes he'll even do it with his metal hand for a change, never too hard, just for a different feeling. He also gets really fixated on the sight of him thrusting into you, he loves to watch as you stretch around him. He'll even buy bigger toys just to see you stretch around something bigger, hissing when the stretch is too much.

"What a pretty sight you are, all red and sensitive. Taking me so good, pup."

Please make this man real, I'm begging sjhdjsja

•Valkyrie

This is the type of woman to sit back and watch you bounce on her strap while she occasionally thrusts up or spanks you to get you to go faster. She's not into hardcore sadism masochism stuff, but she'll spank you, grab you, pull your hair, anything to get you crying pathetically on her cock.

"Look at what a mess you are, baby. It's so fucking hot."

Spanking, hair pulling, light slapping, light choking, overstimulation, all that type of stuff. She just wants to see you crying your eyes out cuz it's so good. Any makeup you have on is sure to be running down your face way before she's even close to done with you. She takes pictures too, and sends them to her friends just to show how much of a slut you are for her.

•Seer

Look, this man in also an angel, the best you're getting is the burning stretch from his dick or the way he makes sure to go deep enough to hit your cervix (if you're femme) with every thrust. Other than that, he's slow and soft and just wants you to feel like you're in heaven.

"It's too deep? Nonsense, love. There's no such thing as too deep."

Man's a fan of understimulation, just making it so you cum even harder when the time comes. He wants to see every reaction your body has, every twitch of your legs, every deep shuttering breath you take, every feature of your face as you get the most overwhelming orgasm you've had in weeks. He's into art afterall, and you're the perfect canvas to paint.

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[mooodyblue]

Hi darling! Congratulations on 1k - you deserve it and more!! Could I please request 🍼cg Elvis & the prompt “What’s going on” - maybe one of the more supportive mafia guys tries to parent reader a bit too hard? like trying to send them to time out or something and Elvis walks back in to chaos?

ty!!! ❤️ hope u enjoy <3

you and elvis were both incredibly grateful that his friends were supportive when it came to you being little. a few weren't so nice about it, but there were the few that always offered to watch you while elvis went into the other room.

the few members of his entourage were sitting in the den while elvis went to answer a phone call upstairs in his office. you were in the middle of playing with your dolls with jerry when you began to get a little thirsty.

you set your doll down and looked at jerry, "can i have juice? please?" you asked politely.

he nodded, about ready to get up when charlie shook his head, "you two keep playin'. i got it."

charlie headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass being completely unaware that you used a sippy cup when you were little. he poured you a bit of apple juice and brought it back to you, making sure you held it carefully between your two hands as you drank at it.

"i don't think they're supposed to be drinkin' out of a glass like that, charlie." jerry said unsurely.

charlie waved it off, "it's fine."

if anything happened, jerry was blaming charlie.

the glass was sitting on the floor, still halfway full as you continued to play. when you went to reach for another doll, your arm accidentally knocked the glass over causing a tiny gasp to leave your lips. you quickly picked it up, seeing the stain begin to form into the green carpet. panic set in quickly, unsure of what to do.

"ah, look what ya did." charlie tsk'd picking up the glass. "alright, no more dolls. time to clean up 'n go sit in the corner for a lil' while."

your eyes widened, "but it-it was an accident!"

"c'mon, don't you think you're bein' too harsh on the kid?" jerry chirped up, frowning at him.

"they made a mess! shouldn't they be punished for it?" charlie snapped back.

"who's gettin' punished?"

elvis stood there, pushing up his sunglasses with his hands on his hips. he looked at the scene in front of him, seeing the stain on the carpet. "what's goin' on?"

you looked up at elvis sadly then back at the stain. "i spilled apple juice on the carpet, daddy. 'm sorry."

he hummed in response, crouching down to study the stain. his eyes met with the glass in charlie's hand, sighing. "you gave 'em the wrong cup, charlie. they've got a whole collection of sippy cups in the cabinet."

he pressed a kiss to the top of your scalp and stood back up, glaring at charlie. "if i ever see you tryin' to punish my baby without my permission or when i ain't around—you're done for. don't ever pull that shit again."

you looked at charlie's surprised face, jerry muttering a soft told ya so off to the side. "am i in trouble, daddy?"

"was it an accident?" elvis asked.

"yes! i really didn't mean to!" you replied quickly. "j-jerry saw it!"

"it really was an accident, e.p." jerry nodded.

he gave you a soft smile, gesturing for you to get up. "naw, no trouble at all, honey. why don't ya head in the kitchen and have jer' make you a sandwich."

"and charlie?" elvis glared at the other man, looking at the stained carpet and back at him. "clean this up."

#1k celeb #elvis x reader

[harringtonspolaroids]

𝐥��𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞

100 followers?!?!??! fr? this is such a milestone for me that i never expected to reach so ofc i had to make a huge event to celebrate. i cannot believe that you dolls actually like my writing! still thank you so so much. especially ty to the baes that like and reblog the fics. ily all sm 🫶🫶

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𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔...🍸

 ask any question abt me (as long as it’s not extremly personal) and i’ll answer it

𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔...🥐 

games! fmk, would you rather, 2 truths and a lie, q & a, etc.

𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆...🍰 

film recs from me! and if you specify a character i might also recommend a movie you would watch together

𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈...🦢

an angst drabble with the (masterlist) character of your choice and prompt

𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒆....💌

tell me about you (hobbies, interests, zodiac signs, sexuality, etc.) and i’ll ship you with a (masterlist) character and include a short drabble abt what being with them is like!

𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅...🏹 - 

a fluff drabble with the (masterlist) character of your choice and prompt

𝟓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔...🛍

outfit and aesthetic moodboard of your choice (could also be centered around any character, song, or prompt!)

𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓...🌙

songs that remind me of any character!

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[inaweofdiana]

"I don't take orders. I barely take suggestions." And Sabo??? ;u; ♡♡

Another one for the gang au?? I’m getting really into it!! I hope you enjoy it and that you actually like the gang au oops lol

other parts in the gang au are here (the SabAce one) and here (the MarcAce) one sooo this one features Sabo n Marco bc I’m shameless for MarcoAceSabo ngl 

This was fun to write, I really love Sabo. I’m finally getting a solid grasp of his character too!! He’s also a potty mouth when he gets mad, apparently

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Sabo sipped at his water, eyes scanning the flow of people on the sidewalk. He was seated against the building, under a broad umbrella. He had a nice chilly water and was waiting on a plate of pancakes. Brunch meetings really were the best, he reflected. Especially when it looked like your contact was on time.Sabo smiled up at the blond man approaching him. “Nice weather we’re having, huh?” He greeted.The man nodded to him in greeting. “It could be better.” He completed the greeting phrase. Because really, the weather didn’t get better than this. Nice and cool, with the sun kissing you of a promise of warm, but not too warm. “You’re the Phoenix?” Sabo assumed.The man nodded as he sat. “But you’re not the Queen.” He didn’t look too annoyed at the change as he appraised him.Sabo shook his head. “They call me the Piper. The Queen was called away on unexpected business. The Dragon thought I would be an acceptable substitute.” Sabo offered him a menu as he spoke.The man narrowed his eyes but took the menu, examining it.Sabo took the chance to admire him from behind his sunglasses, glad they were reflective. Blond hair, undercut, messy up top. Deep set eyes with deeper eye bags. A square jaw with a smattering of scruff. Shoulders that were broad, but not beefy, topping off a tall, slender frame. He was wearing a purple blazer, the cuffs rolled to his elbows. A plain white v-neck that dipped deliciously low, showing the top of a tattoo. He had ridiculously long eyelashes, and they fluttered gently with each slow blink.He had a lazy air about him, slouching in his chair with his tired eyes and sleepy blinks, but Sabo could see the steel underneath it. His eyes were firm, every movement confident. From the one sentence he’d uttered, Sabo knew he was authoritative and sure. And from the lack of phone call about the unpredicted change of plans, he was right to be authoritative and sure. He’d heard whispers that the Phoenix was very high up with the Whitebeards, but he didn’t know how high.Sabo wasn’t surprised when he ordered coffee from the peppy waitress. He noted with interest that their pancake orders were nearly identical. He pulled out that days paper and offered half to the Phoenix, keeping the important half. The important half being, of course, the half with the crossword.The Phoenix accepted it. “Business after we eat, I assume?”Sabo nodded, slipping his sunglasses off. The guy looked amused. “Something you Revs all have in common, then?” His eyes were raking up and down Sabo’s form in a sharp gaze.Sabo shot him a wink. “Call it conditioning.” He started on his crossword, pulling a pen from his pocket. Their food arrived and they ate quietly, the Phoenix reading the business section and Sabo working away on his crossword.Or he would be, if his damn pen hadn’t stopped working. He scribbled circles first in the margin of the page, and then on his palm, fuming quietly when it refused to work. He patted himself down for another pen only to come up short.“Here.” The Phoenix held his hand out.Sabo raised an eyebrow.The Phoenix raised one back. “What? You’re better company than the Queen.”Sabo threw back his head and laughed at the look on the Phoenix’s face at the thought of Iva. Like a cat that’d chewed on a lemon. “She can have that effect on people.” He tried to muffle his laughter in his palm, but was doing a poor job.“Take it.” The Phoenix looked exasperated but amused, still holding his hand out.Sabo leaned forward and grabbed the proffered pen, dragging the Phoenix’s hand along with it, pulling it gently to his lips to brush the barest of kisses to his fingertips. “Thanks.” He smiled sweetly at the Phoenix, giving it everything he had. He released his hand, keeping the pen. He swept his gaze over the other man’s face, taking in his surprised eyebrows and pink cheeks. He’d been reading him correctly then.He then dropped his gaze back to his crossword, abruptly. “Seventeen across would be… gobsmacked. Yes, that’s where I was.”After a moment, the Phoenix sat back in his chair with his coffee, slurping loudly.Sabo smirked.“So–” The Phoenix was cut off by a deafening explosion.They both bolted to their feet, and Sabo watched a plume of smoke rise from an uncovered manhole. He glanced up and dashed to the side, deflecting the manhole cover from several civilians with a haki-hardened forearm. A second later, the ground started to shake with the after-effects of the explosion.Sabo wobbled, but remained on his feet with the help of the Phoenix’s arm on his shoulder.“You need to get out of here. Get the civilians to safety.” He ordered.“Excuse me?” Sabo nearly gaped.The Phoenix looked at him, slightly apologetic. “You don’t have any fruit powers. It’s not safe for you down there.”Sabo scowled. “I got where I am without a fruit, thanks. And anyway, this is Rev turf.”“Disputed.” The Phoenix corrected, eyes narrowed as much as Sabo’s were.The strangeness of the situation would hit Sabo later, that they were calmly standing next to a smoking manhole cover in the middle of a screaming crowd of people, even as small tremors shook the ground.“It’s not safe.” The Phoenix repeated. “I have an idea of who we’re up against and I’ve fought him before, so you need to stay up here and let me handle things!” He looked annoyed.Sabo rolled his eyes. “How about you shut the fuck up instead?” He snapped. He peeled his nice sweater off, leaving him in a sleeveless top. He yanked his snapback from his pocket and combed his bangs back from his forehead before popping it on backwards. “I’m the fucking Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army. I don’t take orders. I barely take suggestions.” He shoved his sweater at the Phoenix, imbuing it with enough haki that he stumbled back and sat his ass down hard in a chair. “I’m the one who gives the orders.” He threw over his shoulder as he stalked towards the manhole. He had some ass to kick.

#marcosabo #sabomarco #one piece #lauras gang au #authenticaussie #smooches ur head #ty for always sending prompts youre a doll <3 #but fr i hope you do actually like the gang au?? i didn't even think of that while i was writing eek #mine

[crzcorgi]

Savior Needed

This is for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Ash’s Round 3 Negan Challenge. My prompt was Over The Rainbow. Once again, thank you Ash, for letting me join!

Eventual Negan x Reader (y/n)

2200 words

No warnings just a bit of angst with Negan language

I will be writing more to this if it’s wanted

Tagging ~ @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash, @negans-network

 “Get this shit loaded, times a fucking wastin’!” We were heading out on a dual purpose, restocking an outpost, and checking on a community we had brought into our midst, problem was it was being lead by a couple of shitheads and they had to be constantly watched due to their incompetence.

 “Where the fuck is y/n?” I yelled at Simon. Y/N was one of my Saviors, one of the best. Not only was she highly fucking skilled with most weapons, her hand to hand abilities were on a level all their own. I depended on her, more than I fucking cared to admit.

 “I dunno, boss. She’s usually one of the first out here. Maybe she had a busy night, she was really throwing back that whiskey we found on the last run.” Simon shook his head, snickering.

 “Well, we need her, so somebody better go fucking get her.”

 No one moved. “Fine, I’ll go get her myself.” I stormed off towards the door. Fucking incompetents. 

 As I entered the main hall, I glanced around, hoping to see y/n without having to hunt her down. Fuck, no sign of her.

 I made my way down the hall where her room was. When I reached her door, I began knocking.

 “Y/N, get your ass up and out here, doll! You’re fucking late!” I leaned into the door listening for movement. Nothing.

 When she first came to the Sanctuary I gave her the usual speech I give new residents. Most don’t have a choice of jobs, a few with certain talents become Saviors, like y/n. But my biggest regret was not giving her another choice, become my wife. There was something about her which fucking attracted me to her. But that something also made me not give her the choice.

 After the third time of knocking, I tried the knob, locked of course.

 “Are you looking for y/n, sir?”

 “Jesus fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” I turned to see a janitor.

 “I’m sorry sir, I was just mopping the floor around the corner and heard you knocking. Y/N isn’t in there.”

 I sighed. “Okay, so where is she?” Why the fuck I had to draw it out of him was pissing me off.

 “She left last night, said you knew.”

 “Left?! Like left her room or the fucking Sanctuary?! Tell me everything you know, now!”

 He looked scared, good. “Uh, well, i met her in the upstairs main hall last night, she was pretty wasted.” He sniggered. “So I offered to help her back to her room.”

 Fuck. I moved closer to him, making use of our height difference, staring down at him, lightly swinging Lucille.

 He backed up a bit, his hands raising upward. “Totally on the up and up, sir! I really like y/n, she’s one of the few Saviors that’s nice to me, I wouldn’t take advantage of ‘er, I promise!”

 I stood down, leaning back against the wall, bringing Lucille down to rest on my boot.

 “Continue, but make it quick.”

 “Well, like I was saying, I brought her back to her room. When we got here, she asked me to wait while she packed some things.”

 “Packed? Did she fucking say why? And just cut to the fucking chase, where did she go?!”

I had a fucking feeling exactly where she went, but I needed to hear him say it.

 “Okay, well she had me help her out the gate, said it was some kind of super secret recon you had her going on and that I had to keep tight lipped about it, which I have sir, promise!”

 Fuck, I knew it.

Y/N POV

  Attempting to climb out of my bed I realized I wasn’t in my bed, or any bed for that matter. As I tumbled down out of the tree I had been asleep in, I realized what a stupid fucked up idea it was to sleep in a tree.

 I stood up I prayed to whatever was up there that I didn’t fracture anything, everything seemed to be in working order.

 But it really didn’t matter. I honestly didn’t care. I was done. Done with running from a past I’d never escape. Done with the pain. Done with wishing for something, someone, I could never have.

 Yeah, no one truly wants to live in this world. No one. But most just keep living the life, trudging along, existing the best they can given the less than stellar circumstances.

 But I didn’t want to live in the world before this one. I didn’t belong in it. And I most certainly don’t belong in this one.

 I’m cracked, broken, and really only the whole can survive, should survive. I’m a big fat fucking waste of space, of resources.

 So now I was finally manning up and doing something about it.

 Negan’s POV

  I took off upstairs, running out to the trucks.

 “Simon, send a bunch of our trusted fuckers out to do the work. I need you, D and a couple of others to come with me, y/n took off.” I closed my eyes, wiping my hand down my face in frustration. I wasn’t mad, maybe a bit pissed off. But I knew why she left. And I was going to stop it.

 I had talked to her a couple of times on long runs when we either rode together or were camped out for the night. She never really opened up much about her past, I mostly pieced shit together and guessed at it. Once we Simon, y/n, Arat and I had enjoyed a bit too much of the alcohol we had found, she opened up. I think she thought she was just talking to Arat. I didn’t catch it all, but what I did hear made my skin crawl. And wishing a fucking painful death on some shitheads.

 As we headed down the road, Simon and I in one truck, Dwight and the others in another, we scanned the woods for anything out of the ordinary.

 “I’m not surprised she fucking bolted.”

 “What did you say Simon? Fucking speak up.”

 “I’m not at all surprised she left, that’s all. She’s a troubled girl.”

 I turned in my seat, enough to look Simon in the eyes but still checking out for y/n. “And what the fuck does that mean exactly?! Everyone is fucking troubled Simon, what makes her any different?”

 “She’s just so unhappy, she said it herself. You’ve heard her. She never hangs out with anyone, always holed up in her room. Fuck, every guy in the Sanctuary wants to bang her and she just fucking scoffs at ‘em. And I know for a fact she swings that way.” He laughed.

 I scowled, I knew what Simon was saying, and I was fucking pissed. “And how the fuck would you know that Simon?!”

 “I think you know, boss, you have 6 fucking wives, you understand how things work.” He looked over at me, laughing, then stopping quickly. “Holy fuck! You’re really pissed! I knew it!”

 I turned to give my undivided attention to looking for her. “I’m just pissed that one of my Saviors has run. One of my best, nothing else Simon. Eyes on the road.”

 “Mmhmm, sure thing.” Suddenly the truck swerved, coming to a stop.

 “What the fuckity fucking fuck man!”

 As I glanced over to him I saw a figure walking through the trees.

 “I’d know that ugly ass purple backpack of her’s anywhere. And I don’t think she sees us yet.” Simon laughed.

 As Simon started to step out of the truck, I grabbed his arm. “Let me go alone.”

 He nodded as I stepped out of the vehicle. Grabbing Lucille, I made my way quietly in the woods, trying to make as little noise as possible.

 “Good try Negan.”

 I swung around to see y/n standing almost directly behind me.

 “Fuck doll! How’d you do that?!”

 She laughed, swinging her bag around to grab a flask. As she uncapped it, she kept her eyes on mine. When she finished putting her bag back on her shoulders, she spoke.

 “Go back Negan. Go back to where you belong. Just let me go. Please.”

 “No can fucking do sweetheart, you’re a Savior, no leaving, it’s a fucking life sentence.” I grinned at her.

 She turned, heading further into the woods.

 “I’m not coming back, so get used to it.” She sat down on a rock taking her sneakers off. “Fuck, I hate blisters.”

 “Carson can take a look at those, get your feet all fucking fixed up.”

 Looking up at me, she laughed.

 “Just give it up Negan, I’m gone.” She shook her head, pulling out a pair of socks.

 I sat down next to her, watching her pull on her socks.

 “Is it really that fucking awful, living at the Sanctuary?”

 “It isn’t that Negan, it’s just…I don’t belong there.” She looked up at me from tying her sneakers.

 Fuck, why isn’t she my wife?

  Sighing, I spoke. “Now what the fuck does that mean, sweetheart?”

 She finished tying her shoes, sitting up and pulling a granola bar out of her bag.

 “I’m not “Savior” material, Negan. Every time I call myself that I can’t help but laugh. I am far from anyone’s savior.” She then offered me a piece of her bar.

 “No thanks doll. As far as being a Savior, you are the fucking best of the best. You have saved many, do not fucking sell yourself short. I…uh…we need you.”

 She laughed. “Yeah, no, you’ll do fine without me.”

 She was beginning to fucking frustrate me.

 “Look y/n, how about we make a fucking deal. You come back for a week. After that time, if you still want to leave, I will throw you the biggest going the fuck away party you have ever seen!”

 She looked like she was thinking about my offer. “Why do you care? I don’t understand?”

 “What does that even fucking mean?” I brought my hand up, rubbing my neck.

 “Why do you care about me? I’m just some fucked up girl that you all found like some orphan animal on the side of the road. I’m nothing special. Laura, she’s great with a crossbow. Arat, she’s a wizard with the blades. But me, fuck Negan, I’m scrappy but you’ve got lots better. And they belong there.” She looked down at the ground, kicking up the dead debris.

 What do I say? That she’s a fucking valued member of the Sanctuary? That her skills are needed as a Savior? While that may be fucking true, is that the reason I want her to return? I want to believe that, but I knew it was something else. I needed her.

 “I know you don’t fucking believe me sweetheart, but you DO belong there, more than a lot of those fuckers. Let me know what it will take…”

 Suddenly y/n jumped up, pulling a long blade out of her pants, knocking me over as she hurdled over me. I turned over on the ground to see her taking out a couple of fucking walkers, her blade buzzing through the air. Grabbing Lucille, I joined her smashing skulls.

 “To your left, Negan, there’s more coming!” She yelled through heavy breaths. “Where the fuck is Simon, I saw him with you?!”

 As I headed over to the half dozen or so fuckers heading our way, I knew doll could handle the few fuckheads that were left. At least I thought so, until I heard her scream just as I Lucille’d the last walker.

 “DOLL!!!” I ran as fast as I fucking could jumping over the carnage. When I reached her, I realized it wasn’t a fucker walker that got her, as there was a fucking arrow in her chest. I bent down to pick her up, as careful as I could, her cries of pain almost as painful to me as to her.

 “I know sweetheart, I’m so fucking sorry, but we need to get you back to Dr. Carson, so just hold on, okay?”

 “Put me down…please…leave me. Just…go…Negan.”

 I ignored her pleas, there was no fucking way I was letting her die.

 “SIMON!!! DWIGHT!!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”

 Simon appeared from behind a tree, a look of shock on his face.

 “Fuck! What happened?!”

 “What’s it fucking look like Simon?! She was fucking shot! Is this D’s arrow?” He better hope it isn’t.

 “No, none of us shot anything that way. Fuck boss, she don’t look so good.”

 Y/N scoffed.  “Thanks… Simon…for that…for…the confidence in… FUCK!”

 My arm was getting soaked from her blood and her tears. “Negan…I’m begging…you…PLEASE, just…let me die!”

 “I’m not leaving you doll, you can keep fucking begging. You can hate me, I’m not letting you die.”

 We got back to the truck and Simon took a hold of her while I climbed in, gently taking her back into my arms.

 No words were spoken, not until her small voice pierced the silence.

 “Somewhere over the rainbow…way up high…there’s a land…that I heard…of once in…a…a lullaby.”

 “Doll?”

I know Simon thought this was it, his fucking sad face looking over at hers, then up at mine. But he was wrong. She was going to be fine. She had to be.

  …to be continued?

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