#ghs x reader

[ghs-imagines]

Yo can I maybe have Cactus Gunman and Cactus Girl sharing a lover (AKA S/O)!!!

just thought it could be interestinggg

Hells Yeah. Sorry I took forever on this was kinda in a writers slump but I’m back! Though won’t be fully opening the in box till it’s fully cleared. Hopefully I can do that over the weekend.

* expect sibling competitions and possibly duels. They both love you very much but cactus gunman can’t help but show off from time to time, causing cactus girl to do the same moves as her brother with less clumsiness.

* They both wear gloves when holding your hand as they don’t want to prick you with their spikes. And if they do they will do a shooting game to see which one of them gets to kiss your booboos.

* When watching tv with them (your gonna be watching a lot of soap operas and cowboy films with these two) you will be in the middle of them as you rest on gunman and cactus girl rests on you.

* Gunman likes to play the big burly man for you both but when push comes to shove it’s cactus girl taking the reins.

[aubrey-plush12]

can you do reader x ghs my son platonic

Sure anon!

My son x reader platonic:

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-he considers you to be one of his friends,along with the other kids that he plays with that reside in the hotel.he tries to find you when you’re not busy and pull you away to play with him and the other kids

-he’d do arts and crafts with you.trying to look for anything that can be used in arts and crafts around the hotel and some scissors and glue.he’s always proud of whatever he makes during arts and crafts,showing it off to you.

-I feel like he’d like a tea party.invite you and the other kids like lost doll,roulette boy,James,and other kids if there’s enough tea cups and plates to go around.he’ll be the host of course,pouring pretend tea into others drinks.

-I’d imagine you tried to clean his nosebleed at least once,only to find out that it’s just kind of stuck on him and he laughs off at you’re attempt.

-he would love to show you around the hotel if you’re new.he’d introduce himself and let you do the same as you hear him talk about time.

-i think he’d like reading books with you.probably had a whole collection of them,he’d show you each book he has and ask you to read it for him.

-overall he sees you as another friend and loves to spend time with doing activities that children usually do.

[ghostycritter]

Observing ☆

Context - Eyes don't lie. Certainly not theirs. Here, we unravel what's behind them. Eyes are the window to the soul after all. So how would their glances and glares feel?

Characters - Jing Yuan,Blade, Dr Ratio, Gepard, Aventurine

Warnings - none

A/N - first writing.

Masterlist (✧) HSR Masterlist

[景元] Jing Yuan -

Being under the general’s glare felt like a small stroke of lightning anytime his eyes fell on you.

The shock was gentle though. A shock that made you feel alive—a shock that kicked off your heartrate to rapid speeds. His eyes would always leave your heart pounding from how gentle his glances were.

It was almost comforting in a way. You always feel your cheeks flush every time. No matter how used to it you get, you can never comprehend the warm emotion that simmers deep within your heart.

On his end, his attention is always directed towards those who have caught his attention. Birds, Starskriffs, and maybe… You?

You, being the most memorable moment of his day.

Jing Yuan carries recollections of many amber eras. Everyday, he doesn’t notice himself getting older, however, days to him are desaturated in speciality. All he acknowledges is his duty as general.

But ever since you, everyday was like a blessing. He wished that days would travel at a hindered pace, just so he could look at your person again. Though conversation was rare, those glimpses at you were without a doubt the highlight of his days.

As you passed by him, you found his head following your direction. You lifted your hand to give the general a wave.

“Pleasant to see you [name].” That was relieving to say.

[刃] Blade -

He doesn’t know why he does it. He doesn’t feel like this, he never does.

But why does he keep looking back? Looking again, and again?

Blade has never reached out for an answer why, he’d much rather not ask. He’d just stare, like always.

Blade’s stares are cold. Your spine would go erect anytime you feel him eyeballing you.

You weren’t scared of course—there’s no act of maliciousness behind his crimson eyes. But rather, the word to describe your feeling would be intimidation.

Fear doesn’t overcome you, but his glare was so intense. It felt like a piercing blow to the chest. You had no complaints, because he would always look away when you catch him staring.

But you always know from your peripheral, that Blade’s eyes never abandon you as long as you don’t reciprocate the act. Maybe one day, his eyes would meet yours.

Blade crosses his arms, his mighty sword tightly gripped within the confinements of his fists. His head tilted downwards, it’s not like he has much to see anyways. His surroundings were deafening, he only observed his own being. How he can breathe when he takes up a flush of air with his nose. It’s like living.

But nothing comes close to ever making him feel more alive than being observant. Observing you.

Just a few system hours ago, he found himself looking… again. It’s always you. Never Kafka, Silverwolf, Firefly, or even Elio can drag his irises along like you do.

“Blade, time to go,” He heard Silverwolf call for him.

He must’ve been too submerged in his thoughts.

[真理医生] Dr Ratio -

Veritas Ratio was a piece of work. Brimming with knowledge and practically unparalleled in academics. So how come he catches himself eyeing you?

He doesn’t have time for such trivial matters; the doctor has more crucial things to focus on

However, it always comes back to you. He doesn’t even realise, but when he does, he internally scolds himself.

How his maroon eyes would stalk you, absorbing every miniscule detail about you. Any differences from the day before, he’d notice.

Oh, you’re missing that accessory you’d usually wear. Your facial features seemed more captivating today. In fact it seems that way now since he’s finally paying attention.

To you, the doctor’s stares were strict. It made you feel tingly, making you stiffen your spine on instinct or even walking differently. It’s as if you were being inspected thoroughly.

Another exhausting day finally came to an end. His usual routine, finding himself in front of his large bathtub. He stripped himself of his clothing and immersed himself in the waters beneath him. He let out a small sigh, he needed this.

Veritas was deep in thought. He simmered in the warm water, he thought about you. He remembered how you dressed today, but it seems as though you look more exceptional everyday.

Observing you became somewhat of a cycle he has gotten used to, taking mental notes after every look. But obviously it didn’t matter to him, it’s all a part of his nature to inspect things after all—or atleast, that’s what he tells himself.

[杰帕德] Gepard -

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards, a title he upholds dearly. Never once he lets his emotions get to him, staining his reputation when it comes to the military.

However, recently, some of his comrades have noticed Gepard covering less ground when it comes to patrolling.

He was always told to not overthink, to stay true to himself, but he never realised how often his gaze lingers on you.

His glances were quick when you’re aware, however, whenever you turn your back to him, his eyes linger a little longer. He looks at you with so much admiration, it’s innocent, he would question why, but all those inquiries would be muted by the sensation of adoration.

Gepard’s glare would boil a proud sensation in you. You notice how he looks, he isn’t very experienced in hiding it. You find it amusing the captain would find you so tranquil that he would pay more attention to you than patrolling.

Gepard stood firm and tall as he walked around the city. He found an abundance of citizens moving around town. He’s glad that the stellaron crisis was over, it made his job a bit easier with the fragmentum.

In the density of the crowd, with every person roaming and going on with their lives, he found you.

You caught his eye again.

How does this keep happening? He froze. The sight of you alone kept his heart rate surging, it was abnormal. His lips parted and slowly cracked into a subtle smile.

It’s good to see you today.

[砂金] Aventurine -

Nobody would ever expect the lucky risk taker of the IPC to have so much interest in someone else.

Usually, his ordeals would leave him to abandon the other party. Although his interest in you appears to be a wonderful exception from all others.

He had always had a keen eye for people. Most people being those deemed as ‘business’ to him. Subsequently, he finds you intriguing, but not in a professional way. Rather he took his own interest to you.

His unique eyes were sharp and enthralling, leaving anybody on edge when he peered, especially with his lips curved into a wide smile. He can’t blame himself, you were so entertaining.

Every little action that you’d commit would be under watch of Aventurine. Those contrasting eyes with his dark, sharp pupils made movement impossible to follow. It’d make you freeze, stumble, and stupefy anytime you’d catch him eyeing you.

He doesn’t hide it either, he isn’t ashamed. Why would he be?

Business has been accomplished, another risky negotiation in favour of him. With that success out of the way, he can finally rest with that achievement in mind.

He wonders, will he ever feel so obliged to watch over someone again? Was it out of concern? Interest? Or something more? He watches as you stand there, minding your own business. His irises locked onto your person. His smile grew a bit wider, he felt amused. It’s ridiculous how you can conquer his attention with leisure, he almost felt sorry for himself for being so helpless, but that would be impossible.

Regardless, having you under his vision was enough for him, he doesn’t expect you to take the time to notice it, rather that would be a miracle.

[a66-1]

our routine.

Simon x Afab!reader

a/n: midnight inspo goes hard.

synopsis: Simon is eepy and gets home from a grueling work month. you know how he likes his night home, and do everything you can so he's comfy.

Simon, him and his disgruntled self, hastily unlock the door to get inside.

To get home.

He's physically ready to collapse, but he can't. He drops his heavy bag by the door, and pulls his mask off and hangs it. Christ, he's tired.

He shuffles over to the room, the one that holds you, his love. You're very asleep, soft snores bouncing off the walls. He quietly stripped and changed into his clothes.

His clothes that meant home.

He went back out to the kitchen, searching through the fridge for any food, anything would be better than rations and Soaps horrible attempts at anything better. He finds a glass container with a sticky note.

Here si-bear! Welcome home baby. It's your favorite.

He sighs thankfully, glancing to your shared room. To say he's grateful is definitely and understatement. He sinks into the familiar chair at the island, and waits quietly as his food heats up. The warmth of the house is amazing. He feels calm so quickly, he's confused why he leaves every so often when this could be his always.

The microwave beeps, and he stands up to grab his food. He swirls around the food in the glass bowl and he eats quietly, his backside against the counter.

Fuck it's so good.

How does she make it better everytime?

Once done, he puts his bowl in the sink. Of course he washes it, he's not putting anything on you.

His walk back to his mess of his bags and sighs, going though it all so he can put it away and finally just.. Sleep.

The floorboards creak as you make an appearance behind him. Too exhausted to get all excited and worked up, you opted to drop next to him and curl into his arms, breathing him in even if he was sweaty.

Simon jumped slightly, before easing his arms around you.

"Hi, sweet'art. God, I miss you.." He kissed your head, and then your temple. You nodded tiredly, mumbling about how you'd clean up his mess if he just laid down now..

"Come on, Si.. You're so tired.." You stood, and took his hands, pressing it to your cheek. He laughed quietly, and stood.

"I think that's jus' you, baby.. But I'm comin', swet'art." He followed your hold, and he found himself back in his happy place.

In your shared bed, in your arms, you in his. Your soft snores reverberate in his chest, as you quickly passed out, leaving him chasing sleep. He doesn't mind though. It's your routine.

Well, more like 'our routine', you call it.

Eep i like writing docile Simon.

should I write non docile Simon?

goodbye babes!

-a661

[golden-boy-of-the-gazette]

I like the idea that Danny is a little WEIRDO about sex. Doesn't need it but whenever he gets turned on somethings gotta get done about it. He doesn't mind it obviously but most times anything sexual feels like a chore. Gotta keep the body running in good condition for his work or something I guess.

Doesn't get turned on the the usual stuff I imagine. Moreso like in a way someone flickered their head when they said something or the way they shifted in their seat. Weird little voyeuristic things sort of. Hard to put this into words but at least I know what I'm on about in my head.

[grimesgirll]

you like to match.

maybe it’s a remnant of the old world, back when your biggest problem was how well your outfit was received.

most of the time, you had to dress practically. whenever your group came across an untouched clothing store or cache of quality clothing, the priority was typically finding seasonally appropriate clothing and weather gear, fresh undergarments, new shoes, socks, etcetera. you rarely had the opportunity to put together a real outfit. it was all layering and just taking whatever you could carry. practicality had you collecting cargoes in every color.

rick enjoyed your style; you made an effort to look put together when you could and post-apocalypse, all it took was you finding a pair of jeans that actually fit to propel him from checking you out to tearing them off and bending you over the nearest surface.

daryl thought you were a mall rat. he takes the opportunity to make fun of you and your fashion sense while you’re out on a run.

“this is an abandoned kohl’s, not mooningdale’a or wherever the bitch from ‘friends’ worked.”

you giggle at him. “you mean bloomingdale’s?”

“whatever.”

the two of you are scavenging the former shopping center in search of any edible food, water, tools, anything for judith, just anything that could come in handy. winter coats and appropriate weather gear were pretty large priorities as well.

you thumb through racks of clothing, estimating if it suit fit the person from the group who you were mentally fitting. from flannels for carl, onesies for judith, and boxers for rick, you’re tossing your finds over your arm like an associate was about to come up and offer you a basket.

the pile you’ve accumulated is ditched on an ottoman in the shoe department when a pair of boots catches your eye.

“fuck,” you whisper low enough for daryl not to hear. the brown leather boots have you salivating at the mouth. god, you have nowhere to wear those but if you did…

you’re forced to pick your jaw up off the floor when daryl comes around.

“find anything worth bringin’ back?” his arms are full with everything from tool kits to batteries.

you shake your head. “nope, not much. i’m gonna grab a cart though,” you mention, gesturing to the haul in his arms.

“just don’t get a squeaky one in case there are any walkers lyin’ round.”

“of course!” you chirp, hand wrapping around the metal handlebar as you pry it from a line of other shopping carts.

daryl dumps his finds in and while his back is turned, you toss in the pair of boots. a layer of two of tissue paper on top seems like a good enough disguise.

then the two of you are back to walking the sales floor. you can’t help but watch daryl as he walks in front of you. your breath hitches when you notice how tightly that shirt clings to him - to his rather large arms specifically. you’re so engrossed in how he pushes the cart that you almost miss the gadget out of the corner of your eye.

suddenly you’re doing a double take and walking yourself back to the electronics section.

“you makin’ a documentary or somethin’?”

you turn over the camcorder in your hands. “maybe.” you smile at your traveling companion. “you can take me on one of your hunts and i can get some footage.”

“spook all the deer while you’re at it.”

laughing at him, you flip the screen fully open and put the recording device up to your eye. “maybe i’ll make a survival documentary. video diary or something.”

daryl is walking up to you and flipping the camera shut as soon as he notices the viewfinder trained on his groin.

“what?” you cry, immediately putting on a fake pout. “you don’t wanna make a porn with me?”

“baby, this is a kohl’s.”

you shrug. “what’s it matter? i’m sure people made porn in kohl’s before. wanna go to the dressing room?”

“i don’t think we have time for all that-,”

“ah, i think we do.”

despite his protests, you tug him away from the electronics section - camcorder in your back pocket - and make a beeline for the dressing room.

rick and daryl didn’t like you leaving alexandria without them.

most of the time they made you write them a list as opposed to letting you window shop in the wasteland yourself. so something so mundane as using a dressing room is kind of exciting to you.

the man with a hand in yours rolls the cart up to the dressing room attendant’s desk.

daryl frowns when he notices the boots under the tissue paper. “baby, the fuck’ are these?” he holds up the most gorgeous pair of boots you’ve ever seen.

your lip quivers. “the best pair of shoes i’ve seen since atlanta.”

“how the fuck are you gonna run from walkers in these?”

“uh, i won’t.” you spit.

“you mouthin’ off?”

“never.” you promise with a chuckle.

daryl just shakes his head. “put ‘em back.”

“i think i’ll keep them.”

“really?” he pushes the cart aside to stand in front of you, close enough so that you can feel his body heat radiating towards you.

you offer a playful smile. “i think you just need to see me in them first. then you’ll be convinced.”

with that, the two of you are darting into a dim dressing room - boots in hand.

it doesn’t take long for you to hear the fitting room door swinging open, announcing that rick has found you two.

“we were just discussin’ the merit of her wearing underwear.”

you’re glad the three of you are confined to the handicap dressing room. you wouldn’t want anyone to see your blush when rick gets a cocky grin on his face.

he takes in the sight of you with your jeans pushed down and his best friend next to you, another finger toying at your underwear.

“well, you know my answer.”

you don’t need to ask the constable; he’d make it law for you to go commando at all times if he could.

“yeah, i don’t think you need ‘em.” the younger man agrees.

“why is me wearing underwear such a debate?” you question with a wistful smile. “you two spend awfully more time talking about it than it off.”

“why don’t you show him your boots first?”

you lift an eyebrow, and a leg and do a little kick, still mindful of the intimate dressing room. the light falls on the posh leather boots in such a fashion that you’re forgetting you snatched them off of a shelf at kohl’s.

rick whistles. “you look great in them, darlin’. i’m curious where you think you’ll be wearin’ then though.”

shrugging, you settle back down onto the seat and begin freeing yourself from the leather brown boots. “not sure. they’re pretty to look at though.

“that they are.” rick agrees.

“why don’t you keep ‘em on?”

you raise an eyebrow. “i thought they were,” you make air quotations with your fingers, “shit boots.”

rick sniggers. “so mean to her, dare.’”

you nod, zipping a boot back up. “really.”

“i think you should apologize to the pretty lady. tell her you like her boots.”

you teeter a boot a foot above the ground invitingly. daryl falls to his feet in front of you with a frown that you know is a front. as soon as he’s faced with your inner thighs, his hands are laid out on top of them, and he’s iterating beneath you,”

“i’m sorry ‘bout your boots, baby.” he states, eager fingers inching closer to your waistband again. “i think you look fuckin’ fantastic in ‘em. but where are you gonna wear em’?”

you have an answer but as he peels back your panties and leans in to face a mere few inches from your dripping core, your response is stuck in your throat. it takes a sharp inhale to regain your thoughts when his finger and tongue begin tempting you at the same time. rick leans against the wooden paneled wall, crossing his arms at you.

“you know they’re gonna be hard to match with all your other clothes. not that you don’t have enough.” rick sighs, running a hand through his hair like he’s thinking about storage and reveling in spectating daryl touch and tease you. “you already filled up the closet last time you came out with us. you’re gonna have to call rosita over to take some of it off your hands.”

you roll your eyes. they’re telling you that you need to get rid of clothing like every other month. when it comes time for them to make you bag up anything you’re willing to part with, you typically found some way to end up on your knees or with them bending you over something. that usually gives you another month.

“i thought daryl was saying sorry.” you grumble, smooth legs kicking playfully in protest until daryl has them pinned against the seat, his tongue licking furious stripes from the top of your clit down to your aching little hole.

“baby, you’re so wet.” daryl comments, lips smacking with your slick.

“as always.” rick jeers, walking over to sit next to you. “hey, doll,” he greets into your mouth.

needy and bucking into daryl’s soft mouth, you return the kiss with a fervor that rick’s not expecting. he groans at the bruising brush of your pillowy smooth lips against his.

you’re reaching your hand to the side to grasp at him when you instead find your camcorder. remembering your original plan, you pull it forward onto rick’s lap.

he only chuckles into your mouth when you open the video camera and aim the lens on the man going to town between your legs.

“you forgive me, baby?” daryl inquires with the addition of a finger.

you nod up and down. “fuck, i forgive you, dare’. you’re so good with your mouth.”

rick’s smile turns upside down when he notices how shaky your hand is getting as daryl brings you closer to your first p.m. orgasm. he brings a steady hand up to relieve you of your cameraman duties.

the opportunity presents itself to fall back into rick so you take it. his chest is pressed snugly against your backside now as he angles the camcorder to catch the downright debaucherous scene occurring in this kohl’s dressing room.

your legs are quivering and you’re chanting daryl’s name when he removes his fingers and goes all in on your pussy.

rick clasps a hand on your mouth. “shh, honey. don’t want the others to think somethin’s wrong.”

“mhmmm,” you shudder against his hand.

the pleasure daryl’s been doling out to you comes in the form of a mind numbing orgasm that washes over your tensed form from head to toe. daryl doesn’t slow down either as you cost his face in your sweet slick. he’s licking patterns into you and you swear he’s trying to paint the alphabet across your cunt as you ride out the delicious pressure your boyfriend is treating you to.

“how are you gonna walk back to the car?” rick asks you, pulling your face gently towards his to cup your chin and engross you in another kiss. he only separates from you to pass the camcorder off to daryl and lift your thighs.

“might have to carry you.” daryl muses and begins undoing his belt.

“rick, you’re gonna fuck me, right?” you crane your neck to lock eyes with the man entering you right then and there.

“fuck, give me a moment, darlin’.” rick shakes his head as you grind against him, unable to think straight.

you’re catching your breath when you look up and notice the blue eyed man behind the somehow closed camcorder. bless him.

“i think you have the cover on,” you giggle and stretch using your tippy toes to flip it back for him.

once the red light is on your face, rick yanking your tank top off and attacking your bare chest with open mouthed kisses. the nipple he pops into his mouth pebbles even more at his touch. his mouth coupled with the all encompassing stretch you’re enduring is drawing every moan you can muster.

he cements a grip on your hips to raise you up and down on his cock in his lap. the plushnsss of your ass is making him feral as he’s met with that same pillowy softness upon every meeting with his pelvis.

daryl keeps the camera on you, rick, and the mess you’re creating in your laps. he shuffles to stand next to the seat and offers you his now nude cock which you happily take into your mouth, earning him a better angle in the process.

the camcorder captures you oohing and aahing around daryl as rick fucks the past few hours of tension out of you. nothing like justifying fucking your brains out in a dressing room on stress and performance.

the girthy man in your mouth is thinking the same thing. daryl hisses when he hits the back of your throat and you gag. he’s fucking your throat even faster once he catches sight of his dick disappearing in and out of your pretty pink lips on the screen.

like a seesaw, you rock up and down on rick. the way rick is thrusting upwards into you has you moaning pornographicly around his best friend’s length. it’s only so long before you have to give in. you’re rolling your hips frantically and making the most debauched noises around daryl.

that’s all it takes for the archer to twitch in your throat. you’re prepared to swallow but before you know it, he’s backing his cock out of your mouth and holding it directly in your face, pumping with one hand and recording in the other.

“watch out, rick,” he warns.

and just like that his cock is in front of you, spurting and coating your face.

“does that go with your outfit?”

[stephstars08]

Welcome to my Darkside

GF!Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Obsessed!Ethan, Adult Language, Jealous!Ethan, Murder, Blood, Violence, Weapons, Sexual Tension, Sexual References, Make Out Sessions, Implied Smut, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any)

Summary: Ethan has a darkside and when the girl he’s obsessed with decided to go on a fake date with another guy Ethan can’t help but let his darkside come out. But, what Ethan doesn’t know is that Y/N has a darkside of her own.

Inspired Song: DARKSIDE by Neoni

Word Count: 1,956

Author’s Note: Here is another Ethan story for all of you Ethan Girls and it’s even more special since it’s Ethan as Ghostface which I’ve only written one other time! I hope you all enjoy!!

Ever since the first day that Ethan met Y/N he immediately became obsessed with her. Since Y/N is roommates with Mindy and Ethan is roommate with Mindy’s twin brother Chad they both hang out with the same group of friends. Well, Ethan doesn’t refer any of them as his friends since the only reason why Ethan is in New York is to get revenge on Sam for murdering his brother which was a year prior in Woodsboro.

Ethan isn’t doing this revenge plan on his own. His sister Quinn is roommates with Sam and her little sister Tara, and his father is a detective at the NYPD. However, no one knows that Ethan is related to them so to keep that a secret he changed his last name to Landry while his sister and father changed their last name to Bailey, so no one knows that they are related to Sam’s ex-boyfriend.

Ethan knew the number one rule his father gave him, and Quinn was to not get attached to anyone. Ethan was doing fine with that rule till he met Y/N. Quinn did notice that Ethan was growing feelings for Y/N, and she told him was to be careful because if their dad finds out about is little crush, Y/N will be first on the slaughter list.

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It was Friday night and Ethan was at the groups regular Friday night hangout with Tara and Chad. The hangout place is a restaurant that is right down the road from the college campus that they all go to. Ethan was sitting at a table with Tara and Chad who were sitting right across from him when Y/N finally showed up. “Hey, sorry I’m late.” Y/N said as she slid into the booth Ethan was sitting in. “It’s okay, we just sat down about five minutes ago.” Ethan reassured her.

“Where is Mindy?” Y/N asked in a curious tone. “Apparently she has a date with that girl Anika.” Tara told her which made Y/N roll her eyes. “She never fucking tells us anything.” Y/N said in annoyance as she started to look at the menu. “Better get used to it since that’s just how my sister is.” Chad told her.

“Why were you running late?” Ethan asked Y/N changing the subject since he doesn’t give a fuck about what’s going on with Mindy. “I ran into Max right after I got out of my last class.” Y/N answered keeping the annoyance in her voice. Ethan felt his blood boil right when Y/N said Max’s name.

Max is a guy who Y/N shares two classes with, and he’s been trying for two months to get Y/N to go out with him. He follows her around like a puppy dog and it drives Ethan fucking crazy. Even though Y/N has turned Max down thousands of times, he can’t help but get extremely jealous when he sees them together. Ever since the day Ethan laid eyes on Y/N he declared that he will be the only one that’s allowed to have her. He’s the only one that can have a romantic relationship with her. She belongs to him and only him.

“That simp is still trying to get you to go out with him?” Chad said looking up from the menu in his hands to look over at Y/N. “It’s like right when I walk into any building on campus, he’s right there waiting for me.” Y/N explained with little hint of anger in her voice. “It’s so fucking annoying!” Y/N added.

“I have an idea on how you can get Max to stop asking you out and leave you alone.” Tara told her putting the menu down flat on the table. “What is it?” Y/N asked her in a curious tone. “You’re not going to like it.” Tara told her in warning tone. “Tara, I am willing to do anything to make this little shit leave me the fuck alone.” Y/N told her in a stern tone. “You’re going to have to agree to go on one date with him.” Tara told her which made Ethan’s heart rate speed up. “Wait, so to get Max to leave her the fuck alone she has to go out on a date with the desperate simp?” Chad asked Tara with confusion. “I wasn’t finished.” Tara said giving him a quick side glare and then looked back at Y/N. “Agree to go on one date with him and during the date make it the worst date he’s ever been on to make him not want a second date.” Tara explained the idea. “So, I need to act like a total bitch to make him not want to go on another date with me?” Y/N asked her. “Yeah, pretty much.” Tara told her with a nod. “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan, so I’ll do it.” Y/N said which made Ethan’s heart drop to his feet.

He couldn’t believe that Y/N is going along with Tara’s plan. Yes, it’s going to be a fake date for Y/N, but Ethan’s jealousy couldn’t help but start to take over his body. Anything can happen during this so-called date. What if the date actually starts off good and it makes Y/N not want to do the plan anymore? What if Max charms her? Ethan knew that he has to talk her out of doing this plan. Ethan was too busy in his thoughts to notice that everyone was telling the waitress their order till Y/N said his name. “Oh, sorry!” Ethan said coming back to reality. Ethan told the waitress his order and then gave her the menu. “Okay, I’ll go put in your orders.” The waitress told them and walked away.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked Ethan with concern in her voice. “Yeah, just got a lot of Econ shit in my head.” Ethan answered her with a lie which did make her let out a giggle. “Don’t we all have college shit stuck in our heads.” Y/N told him. “It’s Friday. Those thoughts can wait till Monday.” Y/N told him putting her hand on top of his’s hand that was resting on the table. After Ethan gave her a nod she went back and to talking to Tara and Chad. She kept her hand on Ethan’s till their food came.

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It was Monday morning and right when Ethan step onto the plaza of the college campus he saw Y/N talking to Max. He knew that Y/N just agreed to go on a date with Max by just the stupid ass grin on his stupid ass face. Jealousy quickly shot up Ethan’s body the same it did Friday night.

Max has been on Ethan’s death list for a while now. It took everything in Ethan to not go over there and kill that son of a bitch. It took everything in Ethan to not go over there and punch Max in the face and tell him that Y/N belongs to him. The only thing that made Ethan feel a little better was the fake smile Y/N was giving Max.

Right when Max walked away from her, she dropped the smile and Ethan quickly walked over to her. “You’re seriously going along with Tara’s stupid ass plan?” Ethan said to her trying his best to hide his jealousy. “I’m only going along with half of the plan.” Y/N told him which quickly confused Ethan. “What do you mean by only doing half of the plan?” Ethan asked her in confusion. “I’m going to welcome Max to my darkside.” Y/N told him as her lips curved up into a smirk.

Before Ethan could say anything else Y/N walked away from him.

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That night Ethan was in the alley way next to Max’s apartment building in his Ghostface costume. He knows Y/N isn’t going to do what she’s planning till the date comes so Ethan is going to take Max out before the date. Plus, he doesn’t know what Y/N meant by showing Max her darkside. Ethan knows he’s playing with fire killing Max as Ghostface and if he gets caught it will ruin his families’s revenge plan, but he needs to make sure that this date never happens, and this is his only solution.

Ethan heard a car door close, so he perked out of the alley way and saw Max walk into the apartment building. Ethan knew it was go time so he started to make his way up the fire escape. When he got to the right fire escape, he quietly opened the window that was to Max’s bedroom. Before Ethan climbed through the window, he heard two-gun shots which made him jump. Ethan climbed through the window and quietly closed it.

Ethan made his way to Max’s living room to see Max laying in a pool of his own blood on the hard wood floor. Max had one gunshot wound to the chest and the other one right through the middle of his forehead. “What the fuck?” Ethan said with a mixture of confusion and shock in his voice. “Well, look what we have here.” Ethan heard a familiar voice say from behind him. When he turned around, he saw Y/N standing there holding a gun in her left hand.

“Really, Ethan? Ghostface? Are we in a fucking Stab movie?” Y/N asked him. Ethan took off his mask. “That’s a long story.” Ethan told her. “So, you have a darkside, too?” Y/N said looking him up and down. “Doesn’t everybody.” Ethan told her. “Agree to disagree.” Y/N told him. “I couldn’t wait till the date to show him my darkside.” Y/N said putting her gun away in the pocket that was inside her jacket.

“You know.” Y/N started as she walked closer to him. Ethan’s heart rate sped up at every step Y/N took towards him. “I never thought that Ghostface was sexy till now. Seeing you in this costume is really turning me on.” Y/N told him look up at him him with lust in her eyes. Y/N put her right hand flat on his chest and started rubbing it lightly which was quickly turning him on as well. Seeing this side of Y/N was making Ethan’s obsession grown more for her.

Before either one of them could start to lean in they heard police sirens. “Shit! They got called quicker than I thought!” Y/N hissed taking her hand off Ethan’s chest. “Come on!” Ethan said grabbing her hand. He led her into Max’s bedroom. “We can go down the fire escape.” Ethan told her letting go of hand to open the window. He let her climb through the window and then he followed her out onto the fire escape. After Ethan quietly shut the window, they carefully made their way down the fire escape.

When they got onto the ground it was Y/N’s turn to grab Ethan’s hand. Ethan let her drag him by the hand down the alley way to the back-alley way behind all of the buildings. They passed by five buildings to get to Y/N’s car that was parked in the back-alley way. Y/N let go of Ethan’s hand to get her car keys out of her pants pocket. After she unlocked her car Y/N got into the driver’s seat while Ethan got into the passenger seat.

Right after Ethan closed the car door Y/N grabbed him and smashed their lips together. It didn’t take long from the kiss to turn into a make out session. They continued to make out till they needed air.

“My place or yours?” Y/N asked him once she caught her breath. “Mine.” Ethan answered. Y/N started up her car. She backed out of the alley way and sped down the street.

[crystlizabeth]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x 141!blkwife!reader doing rescue in a natural disaster, for example the movie The Impossible is the kind of disasters im thinking of. While reading this if you have read any of my dad!simon stuff I used this girls as reference.

Not proofread at all, mentions of blood and other sad things

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Every thing was destroyed the team had been called to help do a rescue in Khao Lak, Thailand. People had been loading people in trucks sending them up to the mountains away from the shore line. You had been helping a woman and her daughter the mother severely injured holding her up as you walked to the truck her little girl on you other hip clinging on to you.

“Take her.” You hosted the little girl up Gaz taking her, before you could even help the women she started talking to you.

“I cant go yet she still out there.” She cried heavily.

“Ma’am I need you to get on this truck there could be an another wave coming anytime, I have to get you and these people to safety.” You spoke her bloody hands gripping your arms as tears ran down her dirty face.

“She just a child please, I can’t leave without her.” She spoke back.

She explained her other daughter was still out there she explained the area where she had been her sans became more violent as you could only explain that there was no garnet you could get to her, that her day would be alive. She only kept going till she said this “are you a mother,”

“Ma’am.”

“Are you a mother!”

You swallowed heavily nodding “ I am, I have girls”

“If that was your daughters your children you wouldn’t just leave them please, please don’t leave her out there.” She cried, you watched as Simon who was sitting in the truck began to stand up his head shaking no because he knew you were going to cave.

“Sargent no. Ma’am we can’t send any soldiers out any longer—” Simon began, his voice stern mostly towards you but only to be cut off by the women her melanin skin cut up.

“Please don’t leave my baby out there shes only 6 please I beg of you.” She cried her head falling.

You had to go home your girls needed there mother but it would be selfish of you as as Soilder as a mother to leave that little girl stranded and alone. She was just a baby.. she could be caught under debris and rubble of the tsunami. God knows that if it was your daughter you would stop at nothing to find them to find Sa’diya and Zhuri. Those girls still needed you and you knew that so you had to come back alive.

“What dose she look like, a name— I need a name.” You asked yoru breath shaky, Simon immediately stepped in.

“No! Maverick you are to return with the truck!” He yelled jumping down standing next to you and the women.

But you ignored your husband and listened to her “ she’s black, has hazel eyes and brown curly hair soft highlights in them, and she’s missing her two front teeth-” the mention of the missing teeth made you think of Zhuri how she was missing here and what she said next could make you heart break. “H—her names Ari, Arianna is her full name we- we call her Ari though.” She cried.

Simons eyes closed when she said Ari, that’s what her called Zhuri, “okay I’ll find her but I cant promise you I’ll find her alive you have to understand that.” You spoke, watching her nod as Simon took her lifting her in the truck.

“Just tell me you find her so I can take her home.” She said holding her daughter close to her.

“You’ll take her home i promise.” You spoke your gaze going to your husband. His eyes filled with worry he was gonna make you get in that truck.

“There is a wave that could hit in 20 minutes (name).” He whispered he face close to yours.

“ Simon I have to go,”

His eyes narrowed “no, I cant just let you go.”

“What is that was Zhuri or Sa’diya you would stop and nothing to find them no matter what, I wouldn’t stop no matter what.” You spoke.

“But are girls aren’t here, they are at home waiting for us.” He spoke, he put it that to put In through your heat that both of you needed to go home alive.

“And we will go home to them. Alive. Ghost you have to trust me.” You began. “Not just as your soilder but as your wife.”

“Then I’m going with you.” He spoke his eyes never leaving yours.

“No, Ghost you need to go with Gaz there are other trucks near by please go.” You said.

He opened his mouth to say something “Simon go!”

“Lieutenant we have to go!” Gaz said.

Ghost cursed under his breath “you better be back with the last truck, so help me god Sargent I will tear this fucking island apart to find you.” He spoke his hand cutting your face.

His lips touched your softly, “ you better come back alive.”

“I will, I promise.” You said.

“Dont lose your tracker you understand!” He yelled once more.

With that he got in the truck as he watched you start going where she described. Moveing Debra yelling out for the little girl you were getting low on time, then you heard crying a blood curdling scream making you turn you head fast.

“Arianna!” You yelled out. Over and over again till you heard her she was face first in debris the top half of her sticking out then you found her.

Her small frame trapped under what seemed to be a roof, you only rushed towards her faster as she called out for help after seeing you. Getting to her you inspected the debris talking to her trying to keep her calm lifting up the debris slowly your other arm hooked under her pulling her out.

You sat her on the ground her ankle was broken that for sure and possibly her leg but you couldn’t interlay tell she was bleeding from her head cuts and bruises covered her, “hi Ari my names Sargent Riley, I’m here to help you you okay.” You spoke checking her eyes.

She mumbled back but her talking was soon drowned out with the alarm of your watch going off the 20 minute mark hitting. “Okay ari I’m gonna tie this around your waist okay it’s to make sure we don’t get separated alright.” You spoke keeping your voice calm and you tied a safety rope around her waist.

“Is another wave gonna hit us is that why your watch went off,” she asked her voice trembling.

Looking up to her you nodded “we’ll get to safety of I promise, your mama is waiting for you we’ll both go home okay.” You said picking her up her arms wrapping around you neck.

It was only moments later that you would be engorged under a heavy wave holding on to the little girl as tight as you could, being hit over and over with floating rubble it cutting through your shirt and pants you back taking most of the hits as you held on to her. Coming back above water you held on to a telephone poll trying to catch your breath Arianna crying and coughing, she had swallowed water but so had you, a lot.

“I wanna go home..” she cried holding on to your side.

She was terrified but as of now so were you. You could tell you were hurt but weren’t sure how bad just yet. The second hand wave hit throwing you both of the poll you had gin under then bam.

Your head was hit hard and knocked out cold. God knows how long you may have been out but when you woke up you were faced with some unfamiliar soilders. Arianna was no longer with you not that you could see going to sit up it felt like you ripped yourself in half. The soilders tried laying you back down be even through the pain you looked around for her.

“Where is she.” You groaned your voice sounded horrible. You just hoped you didn’t drag her under drowning her from your unconscious.

“She’s right there sweetheart.” The woman soilder said pointing to the girl being lifted in the truck.

“She was awake when we found you laying next to you but held close you had her tide to you good idea but could have been fatal for both of ya.” She spoke moving your wet curl out of your face.

“What time is it,”

She looked at you as she lifted the stretcher you were on up “it’s almost midnight-”

“Is it still the 28th?” You asked hissing at the movements.

“No lass it’s the 29th.” The familiar Scottish voice sounded.

“Oh god, we’ve been out here for more than 12 hours.” You spoke your head turning twords soap who looked happy to see you.

“Ghost had us out here as soon as your radio disconnected.” He spoke softly.

You felt tears run down your face as soon as you sw Simon his face close to your as the hauled you off to the medic.

“You scared me so much love, oh my dear.” He spoke his eyes wandering you your uniform wet and torn up blood soaked through the fabric your gorgeous dark complexion beat up with cuts.

“I found her Si.. tell her mom I found her..” you spoke, you watched as he nodded telling you that they had reunited successfully. He didn’t leave out how sacred he was that he lost you and that the conditions you were oc could’ve been fatal and much worse.

“They thought you were dead when they found you..” Simon spoke his hand still on your cheek rubbing it softly.

“I didn’t die, I promised yeah?” You responded, the pain starting to ease in to you.

“How bad is it Love, my back.”

His lips pursed together “it’s bad but we can’t lay you on your stomach either the did a quick stitch when the found you,” Simon answered. “The whole left side of you back was split open that’s how Johnny explained it to me.”

Made since you’re in so much pain. It wasn’t long till you started coughing Simon quickly putting you on your side once he heard chokeing. Blood a lot of it all that water you had swallowed was pretty much poisoning your insides tearing you apart.

Then it became throw up, Simons voice yelling for a doctor as you threw up blood. Harsh sobs came from you as it started to stop it hurt feel like acid. “I wanna go home, this isn’t how I wanted to spend my Christmas..” you cried.

You could care less if you sounded selfish, but you wanted to hold your girls watch their faces as they opened their presents. “We need to go home Simon..”

“I know love I know, just 12 more hours here and price has us out of here we have done our part for now proper rescue is going to come in. Just hold on a bit longer for me please.” He spoke his forehead touching yours and you cried.

He wish he’d gone with you but the out come may have been worse then it already was you both planned on returning home no matter what. You where sent her for a simple rescue and count but Simons wife was now on the table of a hospital with almost infected stitches and just finished throwing up blood. He needed to get to home now.

Even when you did go home you were rushed to a hospital getting proper care and you were out into a surgery, a lot of fucking stitches. You were in for months of recovery, but it could have been more fatal you could have been paralyzed if you were impaled on 4 more inches.

“We’re home love. You’re safe.” He said laying next to you.

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This is random and probably horribly written but I couldn’t stop thinking about it after watching the movie The Impossible. But if you do end up reading I hope you like this mess!!



[ivymarquis]

COD girlies (gn endearment) I need yalls help finding a Price fic because it was The Fic that put me on to being a Price girlie

It was back when I first found the fandom so ~May 2023-ish but the 141 and reader are in a safehouse In The North somewhere and she’s hypothermic and Price fucks her to warm her back up and the guys can hear it in the next room over

I know one of yall knows who wrote it pls help me out ;.;

[dilophosauridae248]

@slashthrashandcrash AGAIN unknowingly makin' me draw just by speakin smh...

Small comic under the cut... lol...

I haven't rendered anything in FOREVER ugh

[drghostwrite]

Blood on the Knife

Pairing: Sidney Prescoot x preg!reader

Summary: a new spin on a previous writing, instead reader is now pregnant with her a Sidney's baby, but what happens when a sinister killer returns for a final time.

taglist: @fanfiction-24824... if there was anyone that I might've forgot, I'm sorry but this is probably going to something I start doing just so y'all don't have to hunt for what you want to read.

******************************************************** "Hello?" you heard your wife softly whisper, answering her phone.

"Sid?" you whispered out, squinting your tired eyes to see in the darkness.

"It's okay baby just go back to sleep." she said as she slipped out closing the door, you could hear hushed tones before you fell back asleep.

You sat up and waddled to the bathroom, you look in the mirror seeing your slightly disheveled features but letting out a gentle smile and the roundness of your baby bump, slowly moving your hand soothing your unborn child.

“Sidney…” no answer, “Sidney?” You walked out seeing that your wife was no longer in your shared bed. You grabbed the flannel hanging over the end and walked around the bed towards the door. You heard a slight commotion and made you way downstairs, hearing it coming from her office, you walked to the kitchen, you figured you’d grab something to drink and then go sit with her.

you could smell fresh coffee and tried reaching up to grab a cup, your fingers just barely grasping the cup as your bump got in the way, "ughhh..." you let out a sigh dropping your arm back down letting your hands settle on the counter, your eyes closed. You gasped as you felt a hand soothingly run around from your back to your front as Sidney reached up and grabbed you a mug, she set it down in front on you her hand coming to rest under your bump, slightly lifting to relieve some tension. You leaned back into her as she placed kisses on your shoulder, leading up to your neck, "if you needed help, you could've just asked." she nuzzled into your neck from behind her other hand rubbing up your arm.

"Why do that when I could just have my hero come and save me." you chuckled, basking in the embrace, enjoying the beautiful moment.

"Hero, hmm..." she smiled sweetly before pulling away to pour you a cup of coffee, she poured in you creamer and came over to stand in front of you, taking the cup in booth hands you inhaled the warming scent. She reached down running her hands over your bump feeling your baby kick and move, "So what were you doing in your office?"

"Uhm..." she trailed, looking back up at you, a war happening behind her eyes, a war of telling you the truth or covering to soothe your concern.

"What, " you said reading her eyes, "Sidney is something going on?"

"I-it's Gale...s-she called to tell me about Woodsboro."

"Is that who called this morning, what about Woodsboro?"

"He's back." She said looking into your eyes and pulling back, she folded her hands across her chest.

"No, how?...who?"

"We don't know, the murders started two weeks ago and that kept it a secret, well... until a note showed up on the wall in blood saying that they would continue until every living original survivor was back." she said, avoiding eye contact.

"Wait you can't seriously be considering that...Sidney Prescott?!" you said, and she looked up making eye contact with you.

"Y/N..."

"Babe, it almost killed us last time, I was inches from bleeding out in your arms." You said remembering that night, laying in the lobby of the town hall, the iron taste in the back of your throat as you coughed up blood, you started to go numb, the slices that were on fire fading slowly. Your big bad FBI facade had been stripped away the moment that he attacked you as you grappled with everything you had, moments before the knife was plunged into your side, Sidney ran in finding you battered and bleeding out, EMS trailing in behind her.

"what am I supposed to do?" she said tears filling her eyes and you both remembered that night.

"For one you don't leave your wife, who also happens to be 7 months pregnant with our child here alone."

"Well I sure as hell am not taking you back there." She said stepping in and grasping one of your hands while the other ghosted over you bump, you watched as she looked down at your bump her eyes following her hand.

"But..."

"No, Y/N I have to go, I have to stop this once and for all, and if that means me going back to lure them out then that's what I'll do, but no way I'm taking my wife and unborn child into that environment and risking their life again." She argued back, and then a silence fell over the kitchen, as you stood there

"How long?...How long will you be gone?"

"A week."

"Okay, then it's settled, one week from now our lives will forever be killer free."

"And then we can focus on having our baby..."

"Our baby." you said smiling to her

Slowly one week passed, turning into two and then two and a half, until finally it had been almost three weeks, now nearing your 8 month mark and the baby was active as ever.

You were getting out of the shower, stepping into a fresh pair of pajamas when you heard your phone ring in your bedroom, you picked up and saw Sidney was calling, prepping for some good news you answered the phone.

"Hey love, how's it going?"

"Y/N..."

"Sidney?" you worriedly chuckled, hearing the concern in her voice.

"Y/N are you home?"

"Um, yea...Wh-"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, why?!...Sidney what the hell is going on?" you asked, frantic worry lacing your tone as her breathing settled sternly on the other end of the line.

"It's okay, it will be okay...I need you to listen to me."

"okay?"

"Go down stairs and lock all the doors and windows, make sure you close the curtains and if you see any lights, don't go near them, don't answer your phone, and don't, please don't leave the house."

"Okay, Sidney I'm worried, what is going on?"

"The killer, ghostface, he... um..."

"sidney if I'm going to be locked in a this house alone and nearing my due date, I NEED to know what's going on."

"Bloodlines, he left us a note saying he was going to end the bloodline once and for all, it's the final cut... he lured us all to the town hall for a random murder just so he could kill and deface any memorial of the original victims when we got there he had left another victim lay and that note..."

"a-and you think..."

"You and the baby, you're my bloodline, you're all I have left."

"But you said...he doesn't know... our home...the baby."

"Y/N, Y/N I need you to breathe with me, I need you to stay calm for you and the baby."

"Okay," you said drawing a couple deep breaths.

"That's it, just breathe..." She said listening to you calm down, "Now, we're pretty sure that you'll be fine, it's just precautionary, help us both sleep at night."

"Sidney..." you said disappointed.

"I know, Y/N as soon as I'm done here I am driving straight there, Dewey and Gale will be with me and we are going to get you somewhere safe, in the mean time, please be careful."

"yea, I will."

"I know baby, listen Y/N, I love you more than anything."

"I love you too." you heard dial tones as she hung up the phone and quickly ran around locking all bedroom windows, before going downstairs, locking all the doors, and even double-checking.

you saw a storm picking up outside the clouds rolling in turning the sky dark as night, rain started pouring, thunder cracked outside, bright light filled the kitchen from the lightning outside.

"Okay baby, I think that's all of them," you said rubbing a worried hand over your bump, you felt a tightening and thought maybe your baby was moving, "See we're okay, as long as you stay put mommy is right here." You felt more tightening, this time a little pain mixed in.

"Whoo... a little active there little one?" you said moving your hand, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out what the feeling was. That's when it took over the contraction hitting you full force, one hand grasped onto the kitchen island, as the other held under your bump. You tried moving towards the stairs, you heard something fall in an adjoining room, looking quickly around the corner, you saw the knob turning for the basement. fear overtook you as you realized that you forgot one, the metal door that led into the storage space down there, thankfully you deadbolted the basement door into the house, but that only bought you so much time.

"No, no, no... not now baby..." you quickly tried moving upstairs, another contraction hitting you half way, "Oh please not now." you whined, pushing through.

You ran down your hallway and into your bedroom locking the door behind you and rounding the bed towards the closet on the other side. You sat on the floor waiting for the crashing sounds, but it was silent all your senses on high alert, your heartbeat was in your eardrums as you listened. You quickly dialed Sidney's number, "Y/N, are you okay?" answered your worried wife.

"Sidney, I think someone's here..."

"What?!... where, how?"

"I'm not sure I just heard footsteps in the besment and saw the door knob turn, but it was locked."

"Okay where are you n-now?"she started to break up.

"Bedroom..."

"S-St-Stay there, I'm al-almost there."

"Sidney the baby..."

"Y/N I ca-can't h-h-hear yo-you..." That's when you heard the line go dead as it disconnected.

"The baby's coming..." you whispered out, after a couple contractions swept through your body you knew there was no turning back, "Okay baby, okay, mommy is on her way, just hold on baby..." You breathed through another contraction. You stood and saw your safe sitting on the other side of the room, you went over and opened it pulling out the FBI issued gun and leaving your badge behind, you tried going back around the bed but a strong contraction took over, you felt a warm liquid running down your legs., you fell forward catching yourself on the foot of the bed.

"Oh God no, please no..." you said sinking to the floor your back pressing up against the cool wood, your carpet, brushing against the back of your legs. a few moments later things started moving quickly, you could feel the pressure multiplying along with the urge to push, you reached up grasping at the wood footboard, your hand splayed over the corner as you channeled some of your pain.

"Ghaahhh...." you pushed out as another contraction ripped through your body, you focused on breathing praying that someone would get there soon, or else you were doing this by yourself

"okay, okay, let's do this..." you trailed trying to lift you hips and slid off the loose pajama pants you wore," let's do thiiis, ahhhh..." you let out a small cry feeling another contraction, your body was officially in active labor, it was go time. You panted through the following couple of contractions trying your best to fight it, not before you heard the sound of quick footsteps rushing towards your room, echoing down the hallway. You reached over feeling the cool metal of the gun under your hand, picking it up you lifted your body enough to turn sideways to the door, your left arm still holding tension from the pain while your right hand held the gun, the door shook and then quickly flung open, revealing a frantic Sidney. You let out a sigh of relief your forehead falling against your arm.

"Y/N... Y/N it's okay, put the gun down." she cautioned holding her hands in the air and crouching down, seeing as you had your sights aimed on her.

"Sid-I gahhh..." you turned back around dropping the gun back next to you, she watched as you ducked your head, the muscles in your are tensing against the bedfram as your hand gripped onto the edge.

"Y/N, what's..." she answered her own question when she ran over to where you were seated on the floor, no pants, legs spread, face contorted in pain, your grey tank top showing sweat marks from the exertion.

"Oh God, Oh Go-Gale...Gale, Dewey..." she said screaming down the hall, "Y/N?" she ran a hand up your leg, the other hand coming to rest on your bump.

"Sidney, the baby, the baby is coming." you cried out letting hot tears run down you cheeks, as you looked up at her."

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay." she reassured you feeling your stomach tighten underneath her hand, the taut skin pulling. You could hear as Gale and Dewey quickly entered the room, "What's wrong, " Gale spit out.

"It's Y/N and-" "Sidney" you said interrupting her.

"t-the baby..." she said over you.

"Sidney?" you asked again, this time puling their attention towards you.

"what is it?" she asked gently.

"I feel, I feel like I need to push... Sidney I have to push." You said letting out a low grunt, you pushed feeling the baby move.

"okay, follow your body, just do what it tells you." Gale said from behind you, squatting down and taking your hand that was grasping for the foot board, she slid in as you pulled her closer using her as support.

"Okay, Okay I have reinforcements on the way, and first aid in the truck..."

"No, no... there's a kit under the kitchen sink." Sidney explained, hearing you moan out again.

"On it!" he said trying to run back down the hall with his limp.

"Sidney this baby is coming, now." Gale said dragging her attention back.

"I-I know, come on Y/N you got this, only a couple more pushes." A few pushes later and you were so close, "the head, oh my God I can see the head!" Sidney said, tears clouding her vision.

"come on Y/N, come on love, you're right there." she reached above you and grabbed the neatly folded throw off your bed, laying it next to her.

"Nnghh" you moaned out giving another push.

"Ahh head is out, come on love one last push, one last push and we meet our baby." With that you pushed out, hearing cries fill the room, red and blue lights flowed in through the window as other officers pulled up, Dewey running down to greet them.

"She's here, our baby, our baby is here." Sidney said handing the little bundle to you as her and Gale both shed tears, seeing them made you cry, hormones still running strong.

"Hi baby girl..." you said crying.

"We got him, we got him!" you could hear yelling outside.

"sounds like good news after all, congratulations girls, I'll leave you to it, go check out how things are going with my husband." Gale said before stepping out.

"Thank God," Sidney whispered out relief flooding everyone's features, "Well baby girl welcome to a family of survivors."

"you have two of the strongest moms in the world baby girl," you said leaning back, "Just no more scares, okay?" you chuckled softly.

"Yea, this scare was enough." Sidney said kissing your temple, before EMTs flooded the room to take you both to the hospital.

[ghs-imagines]

Can I have a Cactus Gunman venting to his love about his problems... (PLEASE WITH Y/N COMFORT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEMME GIVE THE BOI A FUCKING HUGGGG)

You got it!!!!!

* Gunman venting to you about his problems probably won’t happen for a long while into the relationship as he wants you to buy into the image of himself that he tries to sell to others. The romantic macho man that won’t flee from anything or anyone even if the going gets tough.

* But we all know that’s the farthest thing from the truth with him, yes he is the most romantic guy in the hotel but he’s also one of the few that actually shows his true emotions on his sleeve. So when he does eventually come around and tells you of his problems instead of bottling them or just venting to Cactus Girl, you can tell right away.

* He’s surprisingly a lot quieter than normal so when you get his head on your chest as you cuddle him and rub his back. So when he gets to talking about his troubles he knows he’s in a place free of judgement and you’ll still love him no matter what.

* Once your cuddle session is over he is almost back to his louder self but with a heck of a lot more sincerity when it comes to you than the other guests.

[aubrey-plush12]

Could you make an Headcanon with Clock master falling in love with his s/o pls??

Here you go!

Clockmaster falling in love with s/o:

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Clockmaster hadn’t found out about his s/o until he had seen the nurse Catherine chasing them down the hall for a blood sample.he became intrigued and would see them more often.

The first time he talked with his s/o was when they had caught my son running around the hallways before he could trip on himself and fall down.and when Clockmaster had come to bring my son back to their room that’s when he was able to see his s/o more clearer this time.and it was almost like love at first sight for him.

He found everything about them fascinating,and even after they both had introduced themselves It was like he needed to know more about them.their captivating voice,their gorgeous eyes,it almost put him in a trance.even after his s/o walked away did my son have to snap him out of it.

He tried to see them more often whenever he could,but makes sure he’s not seeming desperate to meet them every time.whenever they entered another room he was in he would try to hide his blushing.

I feel like my son would sort of tease him about it,trying to give his dad some confidence to admit he’s in love with his s/o.it does take him a long while to admit his feelings for them.

He usually stutters whenever he’s in a conversation with them.he doesn’t know what to say and fumbles his words.but he still tries to act casual and not give it away.

Clockmaster and his s/o eventually get to know each other well,and start dating.my son also seems to like s/o,treating them as if they were his other parent.

[ghostycritter]

[ Honkai: Star Rail Masterlist ☆ ]

• OBSERVING - How HSR men observe you [ Jing Yuan, Blade, Dr Ratio, Gepard, Aventurine ]

[oddussy420]

im fucking throbbing

the ONLY au I like of Miguel is mafia boss bc even I can see the vision

-

The fire was roaring in the fireplace at the dead of night. You padded on the cool marble floor, barefoot, slinky nightgown barely covering you as you headed across the living room to the kitchen, before you could even get there though, a rustle halted you in your tracks.

“Mi Amor?” Miguel emerged from the shadows, his husky voice you could recognise alarmingly fast.

“What are you doing here?” A part of you wanted to freeze in fear, but you never allowed yourself to show any kind of weakness to Miguel O’Hara. Your husband and renowned mobster, who has done nothing but disregard your loyalty. So now, being the wife of a mobster lead to both of you having secretive plans, staging coups, where you were both in the line of fire, either “accidentally” or intentionally. Nobody knew at this point. But you were both still married.

For payback, you decided to remove him from the deed to the house, but knowing Miguel, he’d always find a way to get in.

“I want to come home.” He says so brazenly entitled, like the rich kid who got everything he wanted. But his tone was so gravelly and suave, you swallowed.

“You’re not welcome here anymore.” You scowled, not wanting to show too much emotion.

Miguel looked at you, brawny in his black suit shirt, unimpressed, slightly amused as he began taking off his 20,000 bucks a pop cufflinks. “Is that right?”

“Miguel, enough. I’m finally free of you.” You sounded exhausted, you were exhausted. This dance of death, between passion, marriage and hate was posionous. Wishing death on the other by ordering hits to satisfy meticulously planned agendas and when you get back home, it’s like nothing happened.

“Free? Then why are you still wearing the rock I gave you? I don’t live here anymore, you didn’t have to wear it.”

Your eyes widened and glazed over, he caught you out. Your gaze went to the massive ring on your finger, twirling it absentmindedly and then meeting Miguel’s simmering gaze like a deer in headlights. Your lips pressed into a harsh line.

Miguel stared at that mouth, sometimes he wanted to rip your tongue out of your gaping mouth but then the other, he wanted to taste you again.

His wife.

His property.

You hate him.

But he still wants you.

Your nightgown dipped all the way down to your chest, showing your cleavage. Your hair messy.

Huh.

He forgot how good you can look sometimes.

Miguel started to unbutton his shirt and all you could do was glare at him defiantly.

“Let me back in.” Miguel said coolly, his voice like rich velvet. It wasn’t an order, it was an offer.

He was trying to sweet talk you.

Once he undid his last button, he slowly stalked up to you, his eyes flitting to that beautiful face of yours then back at your body. You’d be a hypocrite to call him out but you were doing the same. Miguel took his shirt off and all you could see was this wall of muscle, his lean waist, those broad shoulders…he looks so…

Fuck.

Miguel reached for your arm and hand and slowly trailed his palm over it, inching closer. “You don’t have to work another day in your life ever again. You’d be my wife again.” He says flatly, but his intonation still convinced you he was sweet talking his way back. This wasn’t a business move, or hit, he was being real.

He was so good at sweet talking and manipulating.

You couldn’t believe his gall after everything he’s done. You scoffed in his face. “Over my dead body.” You bit back bitterly, but your eyes flitted to his lips for a split second.

Miguel pursed his lips for second, thinking for a moment. “That can be arranged.” He said casually.

You slapped him in the cheek, hard. His face turned to the side but when his gaze fell back on you, he chuckled dryly and gripped you by the arm, nearing closer.

“Was that foreplay or punishment?” He asked with a crooked smile like he was completely enjoying himself, those half lidded eyes full of lies and lust.

“Punishment. For having your men take potshots at me.” Your anger flamed into your voice, your stare filled with hate for the man infront of you.

“Like you did with your driver.” Miguel caught you out again, he loved those lips of yours parting in surprise when he did that. He almost wanted to laugh when he found out that you shot your driver because you were convinced he was working with Miguel- he wasn’t. Miguel’s hands teasted up, feeling your skin like so many times before, but he forgot the feeling. He wanted it back. “You know…Some couples they tie each other up to spice things up…” Miguel’s fingers went to your face, his thumb trailing over the skin of your cheek and you felt your breath halt. Then he leaned in real close, his whisper on your temple affecting your already quickening heart. “But you and me we order hits…”

Before you could even say anything, Miguel grabbed you by the waist and turned you around. Your ass pressing against his front. His hand went to your neck and you involuntarily melted into his touch. He didn’t want to but fuck….you wanted to.

“I need you.” He said plainly, matter of factly. There was no sympathy in his voice and it only made your body burn. His hand released from your neck and went to the little strap on your shoulder, you shuddered when he kissed your skin. “I need you by my side.” Miguel’s hand then slid to your naked thigh, the slit helping him hike up the soft fabric of your nightdress, he liked that your head tipped back and your eyes fluttered already. “I need you in my bed.” You moaned softly as his touch made electricity course through your veins. “You know how much money you’ve lost me? Now all I can think about is fucking you. What kind of man does that make me?” He grunted softly in your ear. It wasn’t a question but it wasn’t threatening either.

You hated what he did.

But you weren’t any better either.

Miguel pressed his face into your hair and nuzzled your neck, breathing raggedly. “Say yes mi amor and we can start over. You’ll never get the red taint of blood off your hands. You’ll always be my wife.”

And that did you in.

-

i just had to write this sorry lmfaoo

[kierahn]

NO KISSING THE MILKMAN. [ y! milkman x m! reader ]

[ NSFW, minors DNI ]

yandere! francis mosses ? (that's not my neighbor) x doorman! male reader

warnings :

NSFW content (18+)

Dubcon

Asphyxiation

for my fellow milkman enjoyers, i decided to push out an update before my classes start back up. i'm tempted to make a dom reader version, but we'll see if my motivation can push me enough to do it. 🙆‍♂️ (no beta read)

✧˚ | "don't go around kissing the milkman now," your supervisor jokingly warned you when you first started your job as a doorman in your building. you wave her off with an unbothered laugh, confused by what she meant. but your questions were soon answered when you finally had the chance to meet this milkman that you were advised not to smooch.

✧˚ | he wore the usual milkman uniform with a black bowtie around his neck and a white hat sitting on top of his head. he had dark auburn hair, a hooked nose, and a pair of droopy bedroom eyes. normal people wouldn't exactly consider him as an 'attractive' guy, but he had a certain charm to him that drew you in somehow. maybe it was the drowsy look he always seem to wear or how his uniform clung onto his arms tightly, the build up of his muscles from consecutive days of carrying trays of milk. he was quite the eye candy that you easily took an interest in.

✧˚ | but of course, you had to stay professional if you wanted to keep your job.

✧˚ | your interactions with the guy were kept to a minimum and was limited to a greeting or exchange of questions whenever you would ask him for his id and entry request.

✧˚ | from the list of basic information about himself that he had given you so far, you’ve learned that his name was Francis Mosses and that he lived alone in one of the apartments on the third floor.

✧˚ | you knew that living alone can get pretty dull and lonely sometimes, given that you were also living by yourself. so you did what any normal concern neighbor would do— deliver tupperwares containing food to his doorstep whenever you made too much for you to eat by yourself. whether you did it with the intention of hitting on him or simply out of kindness, you two gradually ended up becoming good acquaintances.

✧˚ | your exchange with francis ended up expanding to casual conversations and short banters. if you're lucky, he would slip you little trinkets like pieces of candies along with his entry request. you found it endearing that the quiet male wasn't as intimidating as you first thought he was.

✧˚ | weeks soon passed with you working as a doorman at your apartment complex. you now knew everyone like the back of your hand and were getting used to seeing deformed versions of your neighbors every now and then. you also found it easier to differentiate the doppelgängers from your real neighbors.

✧˚ | knowing that you held the life and safety of your neighbors in your hands, you took your job pretty seriously. you would always check their files and appearances thoroughly to make sure that no dopplegangers slipped past your watchful eyes.

✧˚ | so imagine your surprise when the day where you make a mistake finally came.

✧˚ | you made sure to check everything; his id, his entry request, his appearance— you even called his apartment to make sure. he talked to you so casually that it left no room for suspicion.

✧˚ | "gh– fuck !" you cursed loudly, panicked as you find yourself restrained by a bruising grip around your neck that temporarily stopped your airflow. 'francis' had you pinned down against your desk, documents flying all over the room from the sudden impact of your body hitting its wooden surface.

✧˚ | your first instinct was to immediately reach for the landline that sat next to your waist, but the other male was quick to stop you.

✧˚ | his grip around your neck tightened, leaving you to arch your back slightly as you attempt to gasp for air. the landline slipped from your grasp and fell to the ground with a slight crack, leaving the device to continuously beep as it waits for a number to be placed. gargled sounds were the only sounds you could make as your fingers instinctively wrapped around francis' wrists, attempting to pry his hand off your neck.

✧˚ | "you really think your silly little D.D.D friends can save you ?" the doppleganger's voice was exactly how francis sounded like, coated with a slight distortion.

✧˚ | 'how is he so bloody strong ?' you hissed in frustration inside your head as you engage in a battle against him.

✧˚ | but then again, he wasn’t human, overpowering you proved to be an easy task for someone like him.

✧˚ | his endless days of being driven away by the D.D.D after you coldly send him off each time was over. 'francis' couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction; couldn't help but marvel at the sight below him– the stonefaced and ruthless doorman who reported him every chance he could get was now at his mercy.

✧˚ | "what's this ?" francis' gaze moved lower, landing on the tent that had unconcsiously formed at the base of your trousers. he knew that you held some affection for the real francis, but to get an erection by being strangled by someone who was a spitting image of him ? how naughty.

✧˚ | "do you really like this face that much ?" francis teased as his free hand wandered up your thigh. "took me a few tries to capture it perfectly."

✧˚ | francis loosened his grip around your neck slightly to give you a chance to catch your breath. he didn't want to kill you. not when he worked so hard to be able to get this close to you.

✧˚ | he'll admit, he had long been jealous of the real francis. the look of admiration directed at him whenever you two conversed; it was a look that contrasted the disgusted one you gave the doppelgänger each time he attempted to deceive you.

✧˚ | he found himself longing for whatever affections you had for that human. he was much better than him in every aspect. he could be whoever you wanted him to be.

✧˚ | "say less," his hand fully left your neck to tug on your tie that came with your uniform, bringing your face closer to his. you feel your face flush at the close proximity. using francis’s face proved to be useful in keeping you somewhat compliant. "i'll be nice and let you have a taste of him."

✧˚ | after he was done with you, he'd be the sole owner of this face for you to enjoy. he'd be the only 'francis mosses' in existence.

✧˚ | the metal window blind behind you slid down with the press of a button, francis having pressed it while you were distracted. now you were completely trapped with him.

✧˚ | you'd expect that a creature like him would have no idea on how humans reproduced, let alone with both parties being male, but oh was he so far from being clueless. francis knew exactly where to place his hands and lips to have you writhe so beautifully under him.

✧˚ | he didn't solely focus on imitating the real francis' appearance. he went far as to probe into both his love and sex life.

✧˚ | he once shifted into some random human female to seduce francis and bed him. he went far and beyond to ensure that he would be able to satisfy your needs (isn't he just the cutest).

✧˚ | francis didn't expect you to be so cooperative after he had literally tried to strangle you to death. he could clearly tell that you loved the real francis so much that you'd be willing to settle for his doppelgänger to satisfy your desires. that thought somehow made francis feel slightly annoyed.

✧˚ | he prepared you carefully with his fingers, just like how the real francis did it. he drew circles with his fingers inside your walls as his lips muffled your needy moans, his fingers stretching you out carefully.

✧˚ | for a doppelgänger, he was being surprisingly gentle with you. after all, he wanted you to genuinely like him; to need him.

✧˚ | “francis–“ his name spilled from your lips like a chant, and as much as your lewd moans sounded lovely against his ears, francis couldn't help but tighten his grip around your waist as he thrusted into you. he hated hearing you use his name.

✧˚ | "don't call me by that name," francis hissed, his thrust getting harsher as he ignored your pleads for him to be gentler. he was obviously ticked off. "hoon, call me hoon, y/n."

✧˚ | his other hand left your waist to squeeze your smaller cock in his fingers, matching his strokes with his thrusts which made you into a trembling mess under him. your words were barely coherent at that point, whines and whimpers the only sounds escaping your lips.

✧˚ | hoon leaned down to capture your lips in his. drool spilled from the corned of your lips, but he could care less. he wanted to savor you as much as he could.

✧˚ | you sobbed against his lips when you came onto his fingers. he pulls away from you, allowing you to breathe and removing his hand around your softened cock. he stared down at his hand that you had stained with your own cum and curiously licked his fingers, his tired eyes staring down at your fucked out state.

✧˚ | he never once stopped thrusting into you, trying to chase his own release. his stamina was not one of a human's, making it much harder for you to match his pace and leaving you to feel overstimulated with all the sensations that coursed through your body and all the orgasms that were forced out of you.

✧˚ | it took him about four rounds before hoon finally spilled his seed inside your walls for the first time, painting them a clear white. he could feel you tighten around him, your abused hole begging for a break, but that was a luxury that hoon wasn't able to give you.

✧˚ | he still had many things that he wanted to try out now that he had you wrapped around his fingers. now that he had gotten a taste, he didn't think he could stop there.

✧˚ | flipping you over so that you were now bent over your desk, hoon resumes his thrusts, his nose buried on your nape as he inhales your intoxicating scent. you chanted his name like a prayer, prompting him to hit your deepest parts which left you panting and begging under him.

✧˚ | he had no plans of stopping until he was fully satisfied and had milked you of every single drop. he had to stick to his role of being the 'milkman' afterall.