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[tonycries]

SECOND masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 02/10/24 up until now — for my earlier works check out on my FIRST MASTERLIST <3

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MONSTA! 👻

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KNOTTY GIRL! 👻

NNN

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BUTTER

FEVER FEVER FEVER

BUMPIN' THAT!

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Animals — Yes, your best friend is secretly an alpha. Yes, he acts like a fúcking anímal when he rúts. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alíve. 👻

Corpse Groom — Till déath do you part…or does it when a déathly error leads your newly-wedded husband to be from beyond the gráve? 👻

The Initiation — From now onwards, you’re the madam of the Gojo clan - and your clan leader husband is going to prove it to everyone.

ONE-SHOTS

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Love Thy D!LF — Yes, your neighbor is a hot, pérvy D!LF. Yes, he’s a total tease. No, you don’t think your poor new bed frame is going to stay in one piece…

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

SCREEN QUEEN! — To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

My Oh My — Trick or treat! The mean ínmate in Room 6/9 doesn’t want halloween candy - he wants something else much, much sweeter. 👻

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>> header by saturnap on pinterest. dividers by crimsoncaard on pinterest.

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⭑.ᐟ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝

⭑ home | xiao x adeptus!reader

⭑ kuki shinobu drabble

⭑.ᐟ ��𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗

⭑ can i call you tonight? | mikasa ackerman x reader

⭑ modern!eren amusement park date

⭑ modern!eren calls u when he’s drunk

⭑ mystic pizza | modern!eren x reader drabble

⭑ college!eren bf texts

⭑ ymir x reader drabble

⭑.ᐟ 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛

⭑ miss me | sanemi shinazugawa x reader

⭑ all ye unfaithful | domestic sanemi shinazugawa x reader

⭑ like real people do | sanemi shinazugawa x reader

⭑ husband!sanemi headcanons

⭑ frivolous | giyuu tomioka x reader drabble

⭑.ᐟ 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜

⭑ dreaming of you | osamu dazai x reader

⭑ but i crumble completely when you cry | chuuya x reader (part 2ish)

⭑.ᐟ 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊

⭑ just like a movie | mha boys as rom-coms

⭑ strrrike! | bowling w the mha boys

⭑ favorite | tomura shigaraki x villain!reader

⭑ corpse bride | tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x reader

⭑ scaredy cat | tomura shigaraki x reader fluff

⭑ night changes | tomura shigaraki x reader comfort

⭑ did you know there’s a tunnel under ocean boulevard? | tomura shigaraki x reader

⭑ tipsy | katsuki bakugou x fem!reader fluff

⭑ bakugou w/ a picky-eater s/o

⭑ bakugou x reader coraline au

⭑.ᐟ 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢𝚋𝚞𝚐

⭑ sweet to dream | luka couffaine x reader

⭑.ᐟ 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎

⭑ retired detective!L headcanons

⭑ daydream | l lawliet x reader fluff

⭑ your lips, my lips, apocalypse | matt x reader

⭑.ᐟ 𝚓𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗

⭑ element of surprise | sukuna x reader

⭑ jjk x latina!reader smau

⭑.ᐟ 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞

⭑ sweater weather | tooru oikawa x reader

⭑ wildest dreams | tooru oikawa x reader

[little-diable]

Shattered Glass - Charlie Swan (smut)

This is somewhat similar to my Jasper story "Waves cover up what I've done" but with a focus on Charlie this time. Paired with the lyrics of the song "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She finally had enough. She snapped, she killed her abusive husband before her mind could pick up on what her body had done. Or: When Charlie Swan helps dispose of a body

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, murder, blood, abusive husband, very loving relationship with Charlie (2.7k words)

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

"The problem is all inside your head," she said to me. "The answer is easy if you take it logically. I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free. There must be fifty ways to leave your lover"

“Fuck.” The word rolled off (y/n)’s tongue, hands wiping away the drops of sweat pearling on her forehead. She was heavily breathing, forcing her body to stand still for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. Her eyes didn’t dare leave his frame, staring down on the lifeless body of her husband. “I should cut you up and dump you in the ocean, you fucking asshole.” 

The curses left (y/n) as if her dead husband could still hear her, forcing tears to well up in her eyes as her mind slowly caught up with what she had done with her bare hands. The broken bottle was lying to her feet, covered in blood, just like his neck. She could still hear his screams, how he had called out for help, followed by slurs (y/n) could no longer remember. 

It had felt as if the coil had snapped, as if the timer had run out, finally setting off the bomb. Her body had moved without thinking twice, reaching for the sharp neck of the glass bottle he had thrown at her. She still wondered where her strength had come from, allowing her to push him down the stairs before she followed him down, taking one step at a time. Deep down she had felt a sick sense of satisfaction, listening to his whines, to his begging, asking her to spare his life. He had touched her one too many times without her consent, had struck her across her face too many times to count, allowing her to finally set herself free. 

The sharp edge of the broken bottle had cut through his skin almost too easily, forcing his red blood to gush from his neck, pouring out of the wound like an avalanche rolling down a hill, burying their life together six feet under. She was free, finally, almost – at least not fully just yet, needing to get rid of his body before anybody could stumble upon her bloody carpet, her bloody clothes, and his blood covered body. 

Her eyes flickered to the window of their entrance hall, it was dark outside, completely dark. She’ll have to move quickly, pushing his heavy body into the trunk of her pick-up, hidden beneath whatever she could find to cover his corpse. “Fuck, I hope you rot in hell.”

(Y/n) opened the entrance door of their home, checking her surroundings one more time before she grasped his shoulders, pulling him out of the house. She didn’t focus on the bloody trail she was leaving on the dark stones outside, didn’t worry about the “what if’s”, all (y/n) could focus on was the burning of her arms, not used to carrying something this heavy. The body was placed on the ground as she opened her trunk, praying to whoever was listening that she’d manage to heave him into her car. 

With a deep breath inhaled into her aching lungs, (y/n) tugged on his shoulders, managing to roll him into the car, upper body followed by his heavy legs. Sweat was covering her body, and yet she didn’t pay the running drops any mind, wiping them away with her bloody hands before she started to cover his body. The car was locked moments later, legs carrying her back inside, straight to her bathroom. She couldn’t risk being seen like this, couldn’t risk driving past people with blood sticking to her face and arms, with blood seeping through her clothes, fabrics she’d have to burn later that night. 

The warm water cascaded down her back, and finally it began to dawn on her what had happened in the past hour. A sob clawed through her, hand darting out to cover her mouth, trying to keep the sounds from leaving her as if she was scared somebody would pick up on the mess she was stuck in. Fuck, what had she done? She could have disappeared, could have packed her bags and left Forks behind, but the terror he had unleashed upon her had been too much, it’d haunt her till the end of her life. 

She said, "It grieves me so to see you in such pain. I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again." I said "I appreciate that, and would you please explain about the 50 ways?"

Exhaustion clung to her body as (y/n) drove through the forest, trying to find a good spot she could use to get rid of the body, wondering if she could stage an accident. Her husband had been a passionate hunter, perhaps he had been attacked by an animal? Perhaps he had been distracted, not noticing the creature moving closer? One scenario after another began to fill her thoughts, hoping that she could pull off the role of a grieving wife, crying about her husband’s death.

Before (y/n) could try to come up with another somewhat believable scenario, her eyes found a car in the distance, blue lights flickering in the darkness. She tried to slow down, though before (y/n) could turn around, driving back towards the city, her eyes met Charlie Swan’s dark ones. Curses left her as she stopped the car, watching the handsome chief move closer, hands placed on his hips. 

“Everything alright, Charlie?” A smile tugged on her lips as she spoke to him, instantly picking up on the curious gaze he shot her. The two had been friends for years, sharing stories and memories whenever their paths crossed, relishing in one another’s company. Deep down both knew that they’d give into the pull inside their chests if she wasn’t married, searching one another’s body at any given chance. 

“We’re checking all cars leaving Forks, we aren’t sure what’s happening at the moment, another body turned up. Would you mind stepping out of the car for a moment, sweetheart?” Heat flushed through her at the nickname he always used on her, enjoying the way she tensed in her seat, eyes momentarily avoiding his. (Y/n) needed a few seconds to snap into motion, heart pounding in her chest at the mere thought of Charlie opening her trunk. He opened the car door for her, smiling at the trembling woman before he directed his fleshlight onto her car. 

Charlie started moving, with (y/n) frozen to her spot, not daring to move. “So, what are you looking for?” Perhaps she could distract him. Perhaps she could force the man to focus on her, instead of on her car. But Charlie didn’t reply, eyes focusing on the back of her pick-up, no longer moving away from the spot he was now standing on. No words left his thin lips as he opened her trunk, eyes momentarily flickering towards her frame, meeting her dilated pupils. 

“Tell me, (y/n), what will I find beneath those blankets?” His voice was emotionless, not giving away what he was feeling. She stumbled over her reply, unable to think straight, trying to find something she could use to explain the mess that now threatened to drown her, pulled under without any air lingering inside her lungs. “Why is there blood on your car?”

A sob clawed through her, unable to keep her cries bottled in, giving into the tears wanting to roll down her cheeks. “Oh, (y/n). What have you done?” 

I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover

“Alright, it’s done. I’ll follow you back home.” Charlie walked past her, without looking back once. No longer was the light of his fleshlight illuminating their surroundings, no longer was he looking at her with that unreadable gaze of his. She murmured his name, forcing the chief to halt in his step, slowly turning back towards her. (Y/n) moved closer, taking cautious steps, till she came to a halt in front of the man. Without speaking another word, (y/n) wrapped her arms around his middle, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Thank you.” The words were swallowed by the sigh leaving the man, arms slowly wrapping themselves around her, keeping (y/n) close. He covered the back of her head with one hand, cradling the crying woman, not daring to let her go just yet. Charlie pressed a kiss to her scalp before he pulled her away, cupping her warm cheeks with his cold hands. 

“Your husband was awful, we all knew. I was trying to find something to use against him, anything to free you from him. What you did wasn’t right, what I did just now wasn’t right. But nobody will hear of what we just did. Tomorrow morning you will come visit me at the station, with tears in your eyes you’ll tell me about his disappearance, and we will start the search. Eventually we’ll give up, because there are no traces left, nothing that can tell us about his whereabouts. Do you hear me?” She nodded her head, unable to speak another word as her gaze found its way to his lips. For the first time since crossing paths with Charlie, (y/n) felt as if she was allowed to give into her longing, the pull she felt inside.

A chuckle rumbled through Charlie, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and murmured a soft “We’ll have to take care of your house first”. He left her standing, walking to his car with a smile tugging on his lips, a smile that now matched hers, allowing (y/n) to let go of the tension buzzing through her system, thoughts starting to wander on the drive back to her home.

The moon was hidden behind the thick clouds hanging over Forks like a veil covering a crying bride, allowing Charlie and (y/n) to take care of the traces she had left outside her door, grateful that no neighbours were living close by, giving the two enough time to wash away the blood, to burn her clothes, and the carpet. 

“I am forever grateful for you, Charlie.” Her whispers filled her now quiet home. (Y/n) couldn’t remember a day where her house had been that silent, not filled with the sounds of the running TV, of her drunk husband. Her heart clenched in her chest, though not because of pain, of regret, or because of guilt, no, but because she could now finally start a new life. 

“I am glad you’re okay, that’s all I kept worrying about.” His murmurs left her smiling, searching his closeness once again. This time Charlie didn’t pull away, allowing (y/n) to slowly close the gap between them, lips meeting his soft ones. The two gave themselves enough time to get used to the unfamiliar touch, to the new sensation, hands finding the right spots to hold onto one another. 

“Are you sure about this? You had a rough night, I don’t want to pre-”, Charlie was interrupted by the kiss (y/n) pressed against his lips, feeling his moustache burn her skin, leaving her aching for more. His rough chuckles vibrated on her skin, hands tugging on the shirt she was wearing, exposing her bra-clad chest to his dark eyes. “So beautiful, I promise to take good care of you, I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know, Charlie.” She could tell that he was pained by the mere thought of seeing her hurt again, not wanting (y/n) to live through another trauma ever again. (Y/n) interlaced her fingers with his, pulling Charlie through her home to her bedroom, silently thanking the spirits above that her husband hadn’t shared the bed with her in months. It was time for new memories, new moments to forget about old ones. Their eyes kept meeting as she helped him out of his uniform, hands wandering up and down his upper body, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin pressing against her palms and fingertips. “I need to feel you, that’s all I want for now.”

Charlie gave himself a few moments before he nodded his head, making a silent promise that he’d find shelter with his head buried between her thighs tomorrow morning. All it took was a gentle push for (y/n) to land on the mattress, shuffling out of her underwear as Charlie stepped out of his boxers. His cock was twitching in anticipation, begging to be touched, wanting to feel her wrapped around him, needs she’d fulfil in the upcoming hours. 

(Y/n) reached for her bedside table, ripping the silvery foil packet open with her teeth, crawling closer to Charlie to roll the condom down his cock. His breath hitched in his chest as she touched him, wordlessly promising him that this was real, that this was really just about to happen. Their lips met for another kiss before (y/n) found rest on her bed with her back pressed against the mattress, arms slung around Charlie’s neck, keeping him close.

Warm fingers found her heat, exploring her aching cunt for a few moments, rubbing her pulsing bundle, brushing through her slit. Once again he asked her if she truly wanted this, without any words, just silent gestures and glances that managed to communicate their every thought. She wrapped her legs around his waist, set on keeping him close as Charlie slowly entered her, spreading her walls with his twitching cock. 

Both needed to hold their breaths for a few seconds, adjusting to the new sensation, growing used to feeling one another this close. The moment had something awfully loving to it, a moment both hadn’t experienced in years, once again reminded that they should have found one another far earlier. 

“Move, please.” Her whimpers were swallowed by his kisses, distracting (y/n) for a moment as he started snapping his hips, burying his cock deep inside her tightness with every thrust. (Y/n) choked on her gasps, walls clenching his cock, needing to feel him as close as humanly possible. Her arousal soaked his cock, producing sounds Charlie would think of for weeks to come. 

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good, so good.” Charlie kept praising her, staring down on her with so much love swimming in his pupils, an emotion (y/n) was no longer used to. Her heart swelled in her chest as she began to realise that she finally got her chance to be loved like she desperately wanted to be loved, held close by a man that would cherish her.

His calloused thumb found her clit, pushing her even closer to the edge with a smirk tugging on his lips, feeling her walls flutter around his cock. Both were close, ready to let go to start their new life together, heralding a new beginning without any sorrows, without any fear. 

“Cum for me, let go with me.” His raspy words left her moaning, eyes squeezed shut to let go, curling her toes as her legs tightened their grip on his waist. Charlie kept thrusting into her, fucking them through their highs before the feeling let go of them, allowing the two to breathe through the adrenaline pumping through their veins like whisky, a substance so fiery and yet so smooth. 

Their bodies found rest next to one another, cherishing the silence they were engulfed by, allowing them to sort through their thoughts. Without speaking up, (y/n) reached for his hand, holding him close as a smile tugged on her lips. Everything will end well, if she could keep him close, and if he’d let her in. 

She said, "Why don't we both just sleep on it tonight, and I believe in the morning, you'll begin to see the light" and then she kissed me, and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover, fifty ways to leave your lover

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[kissandkilll]

it's been a while hasn't it? Made this like two mins ago. I don't own the fanart of corpse, but if you use, please credit @petrovahknight on twitter

[corpse-husband-simp]

hi! i just wanted to say i think your header is really cool and i love it!! :D

Thank you lovie 🥺 <3 i Got it from @corpsegraham on Twitter :)

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CHOKE ME LIKE U HATE ME, BUT U LOVE ME, LOWKEY WANNA DATE ME-

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tinakitten layout :3

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• like and rb if you save!

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chicken wing, chicken wing ♫

pls like/reblog if you are going to save or use it <3

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corpse husband headers pls?

Corpse Husband Tweets. Corpse Husband Headers.

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[wedreamimpossibilities]

Hey corpse husband tumblr! I made some corpse inspired twitter headers that I wanted to share here. Corpse has inspired some creativity and I am so thankful for finding him this past year. Follow me on twitter if you want to be Corpse mutuals: https://twitter.com/chancesides?s=21

[foolishgamers]

my favorite kind of aesthetic !!

i love corpse’s new music video for fuk u lol. the vibes in it are truly immaculate

[little-diable]

Across All Seven Seas - Chapter Two

Please for the love of me, if you enjoy reading this, like and reblog - leave some feedback. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Wanna try another taglist, so if you want to be tagged in this, message me.

Summary: The reader is sentenced to death, her executor has grown to like the woman he fucks in the depth of the night. What will happen when she reveals her motive for killing her husband, will Jasper still drag her out to the place of her execution or will he help her make it out of the dungeon?

Chapter Warnings: 18+, manhandling, talks of execution, murder, blood, blowjob

Written in (y/n)’s pov if not stated otherwise

Part One Part Three

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header by @hidingsikki

Sleep hadn’t come easy that night, the scratchy fabric that was supposed to keep her somewhat warm had done a poor job. She had been shivering like the corpses being tossed to the floor outside the city wall, reeking of death, just like her cell. Her mind would take her back to her daughter, the cries that had tumbled out of the girl's mouth as her mother had forced her out of their house.

(Y/n) could only pray that one day her daughter would forgive her for the things she had done. No Christian woman, but the devil’s advocate.

Whenever another door would fall open, her eyes would frantically search for Jasper, wondering if it was finally time to flee from this cursed place, the island she had always called her home. It would take them quite a while to make it through the forest, carrying them straight to the shoreline. She hoped that Jasper had a boat, a raft, anything that would gently support their weight till they reached the mainland.

As she had been a mere child, (y/n) had tried to imagine what the land on the other side of the ocean would look like, if the people were like her, if the food tasted the same, if their king was as cruel as hers. Till today she hadn’t found anybody to answer the questions she kept herself busy with, a hopeless dream that now suddenly was turning real.

But Jasper didn’t return, not even as the setting sun painted the sky red. No matter how many times she’d count her breaths, hoping that the distraction would make time pass by faster, there was no sight of the man that was supposed to be her hero. Had he played a trick on her? Had he been lying to her about his plan?

She should have known better than to trust a man that only fucks her to get his fill, he was an executor, no saint, no man of honour. He was just as awful as all those men kept in the dungeons - criminals, nothing more. The sound of heavy steps nearing echoed through the halls, she could hear chatter filling the evening air, a crowd had formed around the execution place, waiting for her to be brought up the wooden plateau, wood that would soon turn red.

“Onto your feet,” the man spoke, she had never heard his voice before. Realization was settling in, crashing into her body like the wind howling through the night, he wasn’t here. Jasper wouldn’t save her from death, was probably already waiting with his sword pressed against his palm, prepared to behead the female murderer. Chills ran down her spine as the stranger grasped her arm, pulling her out of her cell with too much force, making her fall to the ground with a cry ripping through her.

The man only laughed at her as he forced her to her feet with his hand buried in her hair, tugging on her roots, abusing her as if she was a piece of meat. (Y/n) knew that there was no use in struggling against his grasp, she didn’t want to risk being killed by him, wanted to look into Jasper’s eyes, the traitor she foolishly had trusted.

With her feet scratching against the ground, he pulled her towards the heavy door, pushing it open, though as his eyes fell upon the man in front of him he froze. Jasper. He carried his sword in his right hand, had the other one pressed to his side, patiently waiting for the man to say something, “I was about to bring her to you.”

Jasper didn’t reply, his eyes found (y/n)’s, silently telling her to prepare herself to run. A scream sputtered out of her as Jasper’s sword pierced through the man's chest, splatters of blood painted her muddy dress red. She couldn’t move, feet frozen to the ground, eyes wide as Jasper grasped her hand, pulling her along with him.

Neither of them dared to speak a word, not wanting to attract any attention, soon enough guards would make their way through the castle, trying to find the two fugitives. Jasper knew the castle like the back of his hand, every hidden spot was known to him, but now, with his heart racing, he no longer could remember the spots that may save their lives.

He pulled her through hallways, double checking every single one of them before rounding yet another corner. (Y/n)’s heart was pounding, blood rushing in her ear, forcing her to rely on Jasper, no longer able to focus on her surroundings. Her body bumped into his back, he turned towards her, hand clamping down on her mouth as he pulled her into a dark corner.

Steps were nearing, metallic steps, which could only mean that the guards were hunting them down, ready to kill the two that went against their king. She had to squeeze her eyes shut, otherwise (y/n) would give into the anxiety that was flooding through her like the blood that had gushed out of the man’s chest.

Only as the guard passed the two, leaving the hallway, Jasper dared to let go of her, golden eyes found hers, wordlessly making sure that she was alright. With the nod of her head, she allowed him to pull her along once again, her naked feet met the stone ground, not sparing any mind to the worries of having to run through a forest with bare feet.

Judging from the smell that streamed up her nostrils, (y/n) could only guess that they were nearing the kitchen. She slowed down, not trusting the direction he was pulling her into. Was this a test? Was he still playing for the king? Trying to see if the woman would dare to flee from her almighty ruler?

“Don’t fight me, we are almost out of the castle,” as if he could read her thoughts Jasper cradled her face in his hands. For the first time since their paths have crossed she could clearly see his features, the handsome face that was facing hers. He must have been as old as her, no scars littered his face, the plush lips he would press against her skin.

(Y/n) couldn’t fight against her instincts, she shifted her weight onto her toes, lips meeting his for a fleeting kiss, “Take me away from here.”

The kitchen was empty as they stepped into it, not wasting any time with admiring the foods that have been prepared for the king’s meal, celebrating yet another successful execution. Fresh air clashed against their bodies, the moon was standing high, guiding them towards the forest, hiding the two in its shadow.

As they disappeared between the thick trees, their pace began to slow down, till they came to a halt. Jasper’s eyes tried to comb through the darkness, waiting to hear if any guards were near - nothing but the owl's cries were hallowing through the air. From the distance they could see torches alighting the insides of the castles, the guards wouldn’t rest till they found the two.

“I thought you left me there to die,” the confession flooded from her lips, eyes following his gaze. Only as Jasper reached for her jaw, pulling her face towards him, she allowed herself to take a deep breath, “I promised that I would help you out of there. I would never break an oath like that.”

Once again their lips met, sharing a hungry kiss, letting go of all their pent up frustration, the crippling fear that had plagued (y/n). Her hands grasped the linen fabric of his shirt, trying to pull him even closer, “Come, we can’t lose any more time, I want to reach the ocean by sunrise.”

The scent of the forest seemed unfamiliar to her, reminding (y/n) of times no living man had been fortunate enough to live through, her bare feet could feel the wooden ground beneath them, moss was growing on the trail, moss that grew warmer with every step she was taking. Her hands longed to touch the white flowers she could see growing in the distance but the calling of her name forced her to keep up with his pace.

As the sound of horses neighing in the distance found the two, they momentarily faltered in their step, guards were getting closer, following them into the dark forest, “Run.” Jasper urgently pushed her forwards, trotting behind her. Her hands had to lift her dress off the ground, body no longer able to keep her fast pace, she had been locked in her cell for too long, no stamina left to carry her through the night.

“I can’t,” her throat burned, just like her eyes, tears glistened on her cheeks, tears of fear and exhaustion. “You have to, we can’t rest.”

But Jasper seemed to realize soon enough that (y/n) couldn’t make it without giving her feet a few hours to recover. They had to find shelter, had to hide, using the forest to their advantage, at least as long as darkness was their friend. He tugged her into the thicket, careful not to step onto any wood that would hurt her, they couldn’t risk (y/n) scratching open her skin, attracting the predators near.

No longer could they hear the guards nor their horses, but the false sense of comfort that stretched itself through (y/n)’s body soon was ripped away from her as rain began to fall from the sky. Within a few moments her dress was soaked through, hair clinging to her features, washing away the mud and blood that had been sticking to her skin for days.

“We should be safe here, try to rest, I will stay awake.” His words were short and clipped, clearly annoyed by the interruption of the weather. The trees did little to protect the two, not making it easy for (y/n) to find any sleep. She was desperate for any kind of distraction, body aching to be touched. Her hands danced up his thigh, eyes watching his every move. Jasper was sitting next to her, legs stretched away from him, giving the kneeling woman enough space to reach his crotch.

“Let me thank you for helping me,” her sultry voice got drowned out by the clashing rain, but the way his body reacted to her touch seemed to push her further against him. Skillfully she undid his pants, pulling his hardening cock out, hand wrapped around his girth, “We shouldn’t.” Jasper’s words got stuck in his throat as she stroked her thumb over the tip of his cock, scooping up his drops of precum.

“Fuck,” (y/n) wanted to scold him for cursing, but the sight of Jasper pulling his lip between his teeth silenced her, making her cunt flutter in anticipation. She wanted to feel his tongue between her folds, how she had imagined him to taste her, something her husband had never done to her, only set on his own pleasure. Jasper couldn’t stop his hand from reaching for her scalp, pushing her head towards his cock, silently asking (y/n) to wrap her lips around him.

A surprised groan left the man as her wet tongue brushed along his sensitive skin, his musky smell tangled itself around her body, he was pulling her into him. Jasper was glad for the darkness, not even the moon managed to break through the thick forest, keeping the sight of his blushing cheeks from her. (Y/n) tried to take all of him, choking on his cock with her hands placed on his thighs, keeping her balance.

Her muscles ached, begging her to stretch, to rest till they’d leave their camp, but the sound of his silent moans distracted her from the uncomfortable feeling. God wouldn’t be proud of the young woman, but at that moment (y/n) didn’t even care if he’d let her into his realm, to pass the pearly gates the bible had told her about. It was Jasper and her, against the rest of the world.

Jasper’s grip on her tightened, cock twitching inside her mouth, ready to fill her cheeks with his cum. (Y/n) stayed put, greedily waiting for his orgasm to clash through him, like the waves they’d soon find themselves hostage of. His moans had to be silenced by his hand, covering his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut. She swallowed every drop of his release, letting go of him while his cock began to soften.

Just as Jasper wanted to return the favour, hand pushing her back into the soft moss the sound of a horse pawing the ground ripped them apart. “They should be close,” the words hallowed through the forest, reaching the panting couple, forcing them onto their feet, “We have to run, follow me.”

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Baby Bump | Corpse Husband x reader

Summary: In which, Corpse can’t keep his hands off from your baby bump. 

A/N: this is the small fic that i had posted on my blog before. Hope y’all like this one. I thought write a headcanon about this one but then, i changed my mind to write a small blurb about this one. anyway, enjoy this! Also, I had some problems tagging and i don’t know why i can’t tag you! and, this lovely header is made by @impala-1979​  💓 go and follow her blog because it is amazing. Hope it was okay to use this one. 

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Taglist: @toasted-crispy-emo27 @weallneednamjesus @chanelle-jackson​

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy. 

‘‘Please, y/n?’‘

Corpse begged you to sit on his lap while he was going to play Among Us with the rest of his friends. You sighed with annoyance since you knew that he was a stubborn arse. 

Ever since you had announced that you were pregnant to your husband, he couldn’t be more thrilled. He was of course afraid that he would mess up and that he wasn’t gonna be a good father. But you knew deep down that he was going to be the best father that you loved. 

You had announced your pregnancy first to your friends and family, and they supported both of you. Especially when Felix, and Sean couldn’t keep their mouth shut or when they couldn’t stop fighting against each other that you guys were gonna name the baby Felix or Sean. 

Then you took the next big step. It had been a nervous state wher eyou and Corpse decided to announce that you were pregnant to his followers. You were just a normal girl where Corpse had met and then he had fell in love and got married. But Corpse was a public faceless person and he had some good and bad fans. 

Who knew what could happen when the whole world was gonna know that you were pregnant 

But surprisingly, they took it well, well, some of them. 

‘‘You know that it would calm my nerves besides, I think that our baby is missing his daddy,’‘ He replied as he approached you as he placed his hand on your stomach. The baby felt his father place his hand as you felt him kick. You rolled your eyes. 

‘‘I told ya,’‘ He told you with a smirk on his face. ‘‘Alright, Fine,’‘ You sighed in annoyance. This time it was his turn to roll his eyes. 

‘‘Oh, shush, I know you love it anyway,’‘ He said as you followed him to his gaming room. You let out a sigh as you sat on his lap while he was preparing his stream. 

You sat comfortable in his lap as you leaned into your body with his. He pressed a kiss on the side of your head while he had his right arm on the stomach. 

‘‘Corpse! My man, how is baby Felix Jr?’‘ You heard Felix greet him on the discord call. You saw out of the corner of your eye that Sean, Toast, Poki, Lily, Rae, and Greaseball. 

‘‘Hey, back off, mate, his name is Sean Jr, asshole,’‘ Sean sassed back. You rolled your eyes.

‘‘Hey, no swearing in front of the baby,’‘ You said as you made your presence known. 

‘‘Sorry, mom.’‘ They said in unison. 

‘‘Where is Sykkuno?’‘ Corpse asked them as he noticed that they were missing them. Everybody was already there except for Sykkuno. 

‘‘Aww, Corpse, are you missing your husband?’‘ Rae teased him as you chuckled while you knew that he rolled his eyes. 

‘‘Hi, guys,’‘ Sykkuno’s voice came in. ‘‘Sorry I’m late,’‘

‘‘It’s okay, mate,’‘

The game started and you stared at Corpse’s computer as you saw the red bold text in front of you. You watched as he killed Sykkuno and then Lily as he went towards the Electrical area where you saw Felix and Sean was there. 

Suddenly, a body was found.

The others started to argue about who’s the imposter. Corpse had his mic unmuted but his attention was on you. He was in love with your big baby bump and he also loved when it grew bigger every day. 

Whenever something it would make him nervous he would often stroke his thumb against your belly. It would calm his nerves down and he would smile when the baby would respond to his touch. 

However, the others did not had their suspicion on Corpse. 

You pouted because you were feeling hungry and you silently hoped that Corpse would let you go. ‘’Babe, I’m hungry,’’ You replied as he chuckled and kissed on your head.

‘‘Fine,’‘ He whined. You kissed him on the lips before you patted him on the head as you made your way to the kitchen. As you were minding your own buisness, you started to feel some light cramps in your stomach.

You thought it was nothing as you shrugged it off before you felt something wet. You widened your eyes before you let out a small groan as you made your way back towards Corpse’s room. 

‘‘Uh... Babe?’‘ You asked as you leaned with your arm towards the door frame. Corpse turned around as he took off his headphones. 

‘‘The water just broke,’‘