#not that simon didn't make his mistakes but he didn't fucking deserve all he got

[cordeliawhohung]

i had a rude and terrifying patient at work today and now i'm just thinking about how mafia!Simon wouldn't stand for anyone being blatantly rude to anyone who didn't deserve it, especially service workers and ugh ):

like imagine he takes shy!reader out for a date. he's taken you to some cute american 50's themed diner, which is a nice change of pace of what you're used to seeing in the restaurant you work at. the decor is cute, and the waitstaff are all dressed like greasers or in swing dresses and the two of you are having fun while enjoying terribly greasy and delicious food.

then you've got some asshole completely ruining the mood. he's been loud and angry the entire night, bickering with the waitstaff about prices, complaining when his food comes out because it wasn't done right, things of that sort. you and Simon eye the guy warily, Simon with more anger and distrust than you, but otherwise keep quiet hoping that the man and his cowering family will hurry up and leave eventually.

things get worse when the ticket comes. he's looking it over, and he's making up all sorts of wrongs that they changed him for. saying how the burgers were supposed to be this price, that they didn't order this sort of drink, they were overcharged for this, do you even know what you're doing? it gets to the point where the waitstaff has to call the manager up, and the poor thing can't be any older than 19. and this asshole uses that to his advantage, and despite it she stays strong and says she's not lowering the price of anything and that her waitstaff was right.

then he stands. towering over her, spit flying as he gets in her face, and Simon's had enough. you watch helplessly as he stomps from your table to theirs, putting a tattooed hand on the mans shoulder to pull him away from the poor manager.

"get outta here," he warns, voice annoyed but still dangerous.

"i'm not paying until they fix their mistakes!"

"i'm not askin' you to pay, i'm tellin' you to gather your shit and fuck off."

eventually, by some miracle, the man leaves. he doesn't pay a single dime and though the manager tells him through tears that it's alright, that she can just comp it, he pays for their ticket anyway. when the two of you finish your food, and make sure to say an extra kind farewell to the staff, the waitstaff cleans your table to find a tip that was more than double what you payed for in food.

anyway be kind to people or simon riley will make you pay for it <3

#mafia!simon #mafia!ghost #mafia!141 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

[blingblong55]

You're trouble- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

A/N: I desperately need to ride.....his face

Based on a request:

PLS MOTHER FEED ME WTH GUNSLINGER GHOST WERE TALKING HIM CHASING A FEMALE READER HE USES HIS POWER (EVERYONE IN TOWN IS AFRAID OF HIM) TO FUCK THE NOT SO INNOCENT BANDIT OR OUTLAW READER. SO BASICLY POWER PLAY AND KNIFE PLAY WHERE HE TEARS OUR SKIRT OFF:( AND FUCKS HIS FINGERS INTO US>:) --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, knife!play, power!play, oral!sex, dub-con, rough!sex, gunslinger!Ghost, outlaw!reader ---

You and your people ran the town, that was until a gunslinger came in, desert tension grew, and he killed your men and allies and left you to fight for yourself. It was like the typical cowboy film, except in this one, he had more than malicious intents. As you ran away from his blazing gun, your horse came to a halt, you turned your gaze to the man chasing you, daring him for another move. "Don't you be coming 'ere!" You pointed your gun at him. "Darling don't you know who I am? Those aren't even threats," he chuckles.

He spins his gun in his hand, "Now, come with me I'll make sure to fuck that shit attitude from you." The masked man commanded but you denied his request by spitting on the ground. "Over my dead body, Ghost." He shook his head, what a terrible mistake you made. Two moves were all it took for you to be thrown on his shoulder like some damsel in distress. "Why don't I make you pay for this?" As he rode his horse whilst you sat on his lap tied, the townspeople stayed inside out of fear.

Word got around mean ol'Ghost found a new prey. You made a move, falling on your arse and stood up slowly, the tape broken when you began to run. His lasso, like all men do, swung it in the air, and gave you a taste of what was about to come. "Come 'ere you bitch," the rope perfectly caught you, pulling you back to him like a defenceless prey. "Don't go about breaking my rule, for this is my town now, R/N," he threatened and pulls you back on his lap.

Inside his rusty old home, he tied you to his bed and it'd be clear you were to stay there. The skirt which you wore, ripped from the waist to the hem. The fabric is cut by his trusted knife, "Girls like you deserve to learn lessons," his buckle hitting your bare thighs. "Didn't they tell you I don't take women like you so softly?" A grin on him. A newfound slut he could play with when angry, what a great day for him. He kisses your neck, "Taste so sweet huh," he whispers. You try to push him away but part of you wanted this. You had heard stories of the other women, how much of a good night this man gave, and needed to prove this theory for yourself.

His hands groped your thighs, lips kissing yours and you found yourself kissing him back. What an easy criminal, he thought. Your legs are wide open for him as he moves your panties aside. Thick calloused fingers rubbing your clit, he smirks at your reaction. "So wet already?" he taunts and slaps your clit with his belt. You mewl and he slaps your face, "Keep fucking quiet, slut."

He was gentle with the other women but you were the exception, maybe if he didn't dream of wank off to the thought of you, you wouldn't be in this place. Tears run down your face but he continues to slap you, "Look. At. Me." he gives you one final slap. Your gaze on his as he kneels down and begins to lick your cunt. "I said, fucking cry!" he slaps your cunt, your tears run down as you whimper. He looks at you, "Now you're learning." His deepesy fantasies all being played on you, well some, after all a man like him must save some for marriage.

His belt is now on the floor as he picks up his knife, the handle pushing into your tight cunt. He watches in amusement, you squirm and try to close your legs. He gives you one bite on the tight to which you cried about. Perfect mark for the perfect fuck toy. You clench around the handle, he licks the blood coming off the bite mark and looks up at you. A pouty lip which he loves. "Ghost~" you moan. He doesn't listen, all he does is push the handle further in and then pull it out. The sharp surface leaves small and thin marks on your chest and thighs. "Want to be a good girl?" he says between tongue flickers. to your wet pusssy.

He watches you grind on his tongue, pushes your tummy down and grins on how much that affected you. The thin blood trails were proof he was here and meant to be here. Your hands bruised up from how much you kept moving in the restraints. Your abused clit not being able to handle more, makes you push your pussy onto his face, grinding like you had no other purpose. You watch him beg for you to come, after all only good girls come for him. He kisses, sucks and fingers your clit until you cry from overstimulation.

He lets your juices get him drunk, drinking them like they were water from the gods. Your hips trying to move away from his mouth but not having much of a win. You look at him and he smirks just like the devil he is.

Days after that evening, you grew needy of him for the third time that week. "Darlin' what's the matter?" His voice worried, he had to admit he fell in love with corruption and the outlaw that he kept fucking at every one of her demands. "I miss you, come over~" your voice soft yet filled with seduction. "Darlin' i saw you this morning," he chiuckles over the phone. "Can't we have rounf three already?"

"Better be on your knees when I get there or else," a promise he made you understand ever since that night. "Yes, sir," you respond. "You're nothin' but trouble love. Just like I like 'em." He hangs up

Tags: @katz-chow @liyanahelena @bloodyquillink-blog @karurururu @creamy-dreamy-69 @clear-your-mind-and-dream

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod #mwii #cod kinktober #cod smut #gunslinger ghost #cowboy ghost #cod fanfic #call of duty x reader #cod x you #call of duty smut #simon riley smut #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley call of duty #simon ghost riley x you #ghost riley x reader #ghost riley x you #ghost riley smut #mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare ii #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost riley

[daddypriceugh]

Special suprise

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Another angst story :')

tw: cheating (?)

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You always thought that death would be the only thing that could separate your love. Oh how wrong you were.

This naive thinking got you into this position, which seemed to get worse by every second.

Was it something you said? Or done? Were it your parents that wished for grandchildren? Or maybe...no it couldn't be that. He couldn't have fallen out of love...right?

Even if he did, he would have told you. Like he did with everything.

Well whatever it was, it led to him doing the one thing you never thought he could do.

Breaking your heart.

Shattered it to pieces and stepped on it. At least it felt like that.

The way he kissed her was how he kissed you. Passionate and full of love.

His arms held her hips and pulled her  closer to him. Caressing the soft skin that was only covered by underwear.

And you? You were only standing in the doorway not knowing what to do. The takeaway that you held in your hands, was being crushed by your balled fists.

You watched as he broke the kiss to stare into her eyes.

Love. That's all you saw. Maybe even mixed with a bit of adoration.

That should be you. That had been you just some days ago.

How could everything escalate so quickly?

The numbness of your body was beginning to fade, as you realised that it wasn't you anymore that he desired.

It was her. And only her.

Tears began to form in your eyes and your throat closed. You unintentionally let go of the bag of takeaway, letting it fall to the ground.

This seemed to be the moment of realisation for him, that they were being watched. His eyes snapped to yours and panic filled them.

You just shook your head at him, feeling a tear roll down your flushed cheeks.

You saw him trying to push away the girls arms, but that didn't matter anymore. The damage had already been done.

Leaving the bedroom was one of the easiest but also most difficult things you had ever done.

It meant that you have to leave all the memories in there. Memories full of love and passion. Love makings that always filled your heart with happiness. It all would be gone as soon as you step a foot out of the house.

Hearing the frantic steps and shouts of your name, made you jog to the door. He sounded so sad and guilty, but you didn't care anymore. That's at least what you told yourself.

You hand was already on the door handle, when you were stopped by arms engulfing you into a hug.

"Baby please don't leave I'm sorry" his head hung low as he tried to make eye contact with you.

Not wanting to give him that satisfaction, you pried his arms off of you and smacked him across the face.

It felt good. He deserved it.

"Fuck you Simon" your voice was full of hatred.

You didn't let him register what happened as you opened the door to step outside.

The cold winter air hit you as you ran to your car. You stepped inside and turned it on, not wasting a second to hit the gas and drive away.

The anger you felt was replaced by sadness. Why? Why did he do it? Why today...

Your phone rang and you picked it up to read the message. It was a dangerous thing to do, for sure, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

You opened the chat to see that your Mom was the one that texted you.

,,Hello darling! I wish you a happy birthday. Have a nice day with Simon. Heard he had a special suprise for you ;).

Special suprise huh? Well it was indeed a suprise.

You threw the phone on the backseat and looked onto the dark and empty street, preparing for a new beginning.

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The idea sounded better in my head :')

Critique and tips for improvements are always welcome.

Anyway, i hope you have a nice day! <3

(English is not my first language so please excuse grammar mistakes <3)

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#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod angst #cod mw2 #cod x reader #angst #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x you

[spitdrunken]

im fascinated to know more of your thoughts on the winter king! Your first post and ideas were fantastic. If its okay I’d like to know about any kinks, suggestive, or overall possibly dark concepts you may have on his views/relationship with the reader! Like a continuation of some sorts of your first post! (Could be male reader or gn)

I will just write down some general thoughts here :')!! I'm glad to know you would like to know more of my ideas. I'll just start of with some NSFW headcanons I definitely have for him. These are just the main ones tho, I also have some somewhat extended petplay thoughts for him that I didn't put here.

notes: public / exhibitionism, CNC mention.

After being under the crown's influence for so long, Winter highly values the feeling of being in control. Especially in an intimate act such as sex, he'd want to at least feel like he's the one leading, at least the first couple of times. If he really, truly trusts you, he would be more willing to let you dom him. Based on some of the things Ice King says in canon, I do personally think he has a submissive side- An inclination for it, even, which is a remnant of Simon. His own experiences have shaped him to suppress any of such desires, though!

Winter does not shut up during sex. He's very, very talkative, constantly praising or teasing you, and describing how he's feeling! It's going to take a lot of pleasure to try and get him to shut up! Even when he's going cross-eyed with bliss, he's still babbling his needy little worlds. It melts his brain quicker if you're human, though. Your natural body heat would enhance the experience incredibly for him.

He's an exhibitionist in every sense of the word. Winter would get a lot of satisfaction of getting himself off in front of you, making a show out of it, but not allowing you to touch! He wants to see you squirm and shake with need for him so, so badly. In general, he'd try to have sex in, like, every corner of his palace. He assures you that his subjects, if they happened to walk by, wouldn't even be able to comprehend what they were seeing, much less talk about it! And if you'd let him, he'd absolutely just fuck you silly while having an audience in his throne room.

Oh, he just loves all kinds of roleplay! And if you indulge him, he will truly go all the way, with preparing costumes and lines of dialogue. It all sounds straight out of a cheesy porn, sure, but he's having the time of his life. He'd favour scenarios with darker undertones, and would be very interested in CNC if you wanted to try it out alongside him. Though he tries to ascribe any and all desires of the Ice King to the past, away from himself, he really wants to act out a kind of scenario where he's kidnapped you, his prince(ss)...! It gets him all kinds of giddy. Or anything else where he has an excuse to make you call him 'my grace / liege / King'.

As for any darker thoughts! Feel free to disregard these from the above if you aren't into it, btw. warning: emotional manipulation, dubious consent / noncon, depending on interpretation

He will try to guilt trip you into sex, if he wants to fuck you. Winter hasn't had sex in nearly a century, (....he doesn't count the times he's had encounters with Candy, the few times that has happened. He would label those moments as mistakes.) and a part of him is selfish enough that he just feels like he deserves it. He's put so much time and effort into trying to sweep you off your feet, got you food and a place to stay, plus everything else that you could desire! His hints will turn more and more thinly veiled, his touches lingering more and more. Dear, hasn't he done so much for you? Won't you be willing to indulge him, just this once? He's certain you'll enjoy yourself with him, he'll make sure of it! It's horrible, really, but Winter is simply not a very good person.

If you continue to deny him for long, he might create a mindless, stupid ice clone version of you, that's basically just a cocksleeve for him. A version of you that cannot deny him, and is always happy to be stuffed full of his cum. In all honesty, it lacks in comparison to what he believes the true experience to be like... It only makes him needier for you, in turn.

#winter king x reader #adventure time x reader #fionna and cake x reader #winter king #cha.winter #cw.dubcon #cw.public #cw.noncon #cw.cnc

[bobbyseyesmile]

Pride and Passion | 8

Chapter 8

Warnings: mentioning of eating disorder and depression (if you suffer under an eating disorder or depression, please seek help. you deserve love, food and a healthy mindset. If you need someone to talk, please feel free and don't hesitate to reach out to me. My inbox is always open)

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You tried hard to behave or whatever that meant in Negan's vocabulary- no talking back or making a fuss about small things, listening to him and his allies and most of all you tried hard to befriend his other wives.

The last one wasn't a challenge; they were all nice and kind of glad to see a new face around here. Especially Amber seemed to take a liking to you- she followed you around, talking more to you than the others. You felt bad for her, it was like she never had a real friend before, except the one man she was in love with: Mark.

Mark was a worker before he became one of the "soldiers", mostly to keep watch on the roof with a sniper rifle in his hand. He arrived with Amber and her mother at the Sanctuary, promising he would work for their place and to keep them safe. To his bad luck the leader of the Saviors cast an eye over Amber, wanting her as one of his wives. At first, she declined but soon she realized that her mother would get a better treatment, better medication and clean clothes if she agree to join Negan' side. Mark would get a nicer job and more responsibility among the Saviors, saving him from the humiliation to be a regular worker.

"We talked about it for a few days, deciding what would be the best: Being together but suffering or being separated and getting the chance for a better life." Amber told you when you two walked towards the canteen.

"But you're still suffering." you responded, indicating that she couldn't be with the man she truly loved and her mother. Amber wasn't allowed around Mark and only could see her mother once a week. Negan had strict rules to control his girls.

"Well..." she sighed and pushed open the door when you finally arrived. You watched the spectacle in front of you: lunchtime at the Sanctuary was like a fucking zoo. Saviors and workers were separated, the plates of the Saviors fuller and with better stuff while the workers got the leftovers.

It angered you every time you saw it- slavery all again.

"I hate this." you said and Amber looked at you in confusion. It was normal for her, or whatever normal meant in this madhouse.

The two of you got a plate with food and looked around for a free place to sit. Suddenly Mark looked up and locked eyes with Amber but only for mere seconds before Simon's hand slammed, regaining the attention of Mark. Passionate glances were also forbidden. Amber silently started sobbing and turned around, leaving her food and you behind.

"Asshole." you muttered in Simon's direction and he let out a silent "Bitch". You hated this guy; he was cruel and most of all crazy.

Negan wasn't better but at least you could reason with him, Simon didn't even listen to someone if they made a mistake. He just killed them or put them in a cell, starving them for days.

Your stomach dragged you back to reality, reminding you of the painful hunger you experienced. There was enough food at the Sanctuary but somehow you ate as little as possible, still being accustomed to the way you did it in Alexandria. You realized that you had developed an eating disorder when Amber made a comment about never seeing you eat and it scared her. So, she made you a proposal: to get your eating routine back she would accompany you every day to the canteen. Bless her sweet soul.

You didn't blame her for leaving though, after all she was broken and most of the time depressed. You decided to talk to Negan about her mental state, maybe you could help her. Even though you weren't a trained psychiatrist and didn't finish college you had enough experience from your former major, and also saved some of your old books. The problem was, the books were back in Alexandria...

"You looking for a place to sit?" someone beside you asked and you turned around. It was a young boy, maybe a few years younger than Carl, with a big gap between his front teeth and full of freckles in his face. His fiery hair reminded you of Abraham and you smiled to yourself. You missed the shit out of the red-haired Hulk who saved your life more than once.

"Uhm, yeah. I haven't been that much in here yet..." you admitted.

"You can sit with me and my mom if you want!" he gave you a bright smile and you nodded. "Sure, I would love to. Thanks." The boy introduced himself as Kyle and his mom Peggy. You gave both a smile and shared your name as well.

"So, honey-" Peggy started and you raised your head "When did you join the Sanctuary?"

"I don't know, a few weeks, maybe two months now. What about you and Kyle?"

"For three winters." A few years back, when the world was still normal, this would have been a weird answer but now time was relative. There was only the four seasons as well as day and night.

"Wow... that's a long time." you mumbled and Peggy nodded. She only must have been in her late thirties but she looked a lot older. You asked yourself if it was because of Negan and the Sanctuary or just because of the world as it was.

"What's your job here?" Kyle asked and shoved a potato in his mouth. "I'm a dishwasher and my mom's in the laundry department."

"Oh, uhm... I don't know, to be honest. No one assigned me yet." you shrugged your shoulders and caught Peggy's strange look.

"You've never been assigned? Normally they assign newbies after a few days."

"I see." you answered "Maybe I should ask Negan?"

Kyle's eyes widened. "Woah! You're allowed to talk to him?"

"Uhm... sure. Why wouldn't I?" you let out a nervous laugh, their looks made you shifting uneasy in your seat. "Can't you just talk to him?"

"We, the workers, aren't allowed to address him." Peggy answered. "Only Saviors or his wives."

"What? That's ridiculous! He really isn't that scary without his bat and leather jacket." You mumbled and made Kyle laugh with your statement. The others didn't laugh- Peggy's eyes widened the moment the realization hit her.

"You're a wife!" she yelled and jumped from her seat. You flinched and looked around.

"Uh, yeah. What's the big deal?" you asked sincerely.

"We are workers!" she hastily explained "We are not allowed to eat on the same table, you just jeopardized all of us. We could be punished for this! Kyle, get away from her!"

You shook your head and stood up as well. "I'm sorry, I-I d-didn't know..."

A harsh grip yanked you back and you let out a small "Ouch". Simon held you firmly but stared at the workers before yelling: "Get out. Now!"

The workers immediately left and Kyle turned around for one last time, waving you goodbye.

"What the fuck-" you finally said and tried to free yourself from Simon's grip. "What was that about? We were just talking!"

"Shut up..." he whispered menacingly. "Mark? Get me Negan, right now."

In the meantime, they detained you in the big hall, Simon not answering your questions, didn't matter what you asked. He looked up the railing, waiting for Negan. He arrived after a few minutes, raising his arms in annoyance. To your relief Lucille wasn't with him.

"What the fuck's wrong you had to disturb me during my lunch?"

"I'm sorry boss-" Simon said and gestured in your direction. Negan's angry expression turned into an annoyed one within seconds. He stopped at the top of the stairs and closed his eyes to rub them.

"Kitty Kat, what did ya do?" His voice was low but somehow soft.

"Nothing!" you exclaimed, also annoyed by now "I was just eating my lunch..."

"She sat with the workers." Simon added and by that throwing you under the bus.

"Fucker..." you spat in his direction- Negan's expression suddenly amused as he let out a small chuckle.

"Tsk, tsk... Language, doll face." He continued down the stairs till he was right in front of you, bending down so you would be eye level. "Interactions with the workers aren’t allowed. Didn't I ever tell you that?"

"No." you answered truthfully and he nodded.

"Alright, I'll give ya a pass on this one, especially because you had your shit together in the last weeks. But don't do it again, ya hear me?"

"Yes." you nodded and dared a side glance to Simon "What about Kyle and his mom? It wasn't their fault."

"Who and who?" Negan asked confused, also looking at Simon now.

"A worker boy and his mom. Looks like Y/N made new friends..."

"Hey! They have names you stupid-"

"Woah, calm down Grimes." Negan put a hand on your shoulder giving you a soft nudge. "Don't talk to Simon like that, you're my wife, fucking behave like one."

You gave Negan a dirty look. "You're all disgusting. You can't treat people like slaves! They have names, feelings and they do valuable work to keep this thing here going while you people just sit on your arse, taking credit that doesn't belong to you."

Negan let out an impatient sigh, closing his eyes again, what should he do with you? "Negan-" your voice suddenly soft and it caught his attention "I want to help in here... I don't want to be locked up, wearing pretty dresses all day, let me earn my keep."

"I already told ya-"

"I know! But think about all the things I could do: I majored in psych, I could help a lot of people and increase their mental health. Think about it- healthy mind, happy people."

Even though he could never allow it, Negan was intrigued by your proposal. It amazed him that your heart was so big even though you were so young and probably experienced hell in this world. Damn. He could never show how whipped he was, you had him around your little finger the moment he laid eyes on you.

Why did he had the fucking need to spoil and care for you? You were so different from all the other women, constantly giving him shit and being stubborn as fuck. It made him hot as hell and he started to neglect his other wives because the only person he wanted to push against a wall and fuck their brains out was you.

"We'll talk about this." he lied and gave you his signature smirk. You knew he bullshitted you and crossed arms in front of your chest.

"You're just saying that... you don't mean it."

And you are dangerously close to being bend over that desk and getting your sweet ass spanked, he thought to himself and his dick twitched at that very fantasy.

"I promise." he simply said but didn’t mean your proposal. Oh, he would spank that ass someday…

You gave up, for now, but would talk to him later again. That topic wasn't off the table, a lot of people, including Amber would benefit from the knowledge of your books.

You thought about your deal and the possibility to visit Alexandria and it made your heart jump in excitement. But for that deal to come true you had to back down and let Negan play his little games.

You gave him the sweetest smile you could manage and bat your eyelashes. "Alrighty."

Negan smiled back, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his teeth, ignoring the growing urge inside his pants. "Al-fucking-righty then."

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#Negan #TWD #the walking dead #negan x reader #negan smut #twd negan #negan fanfiction #negan imagine #negan fic #negan smith #carl grimes #rick grimes #twd fic #twd imagine #maggie rhee #daryl dixon #amc the walking dead #smut #fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm smut #JDM #pride and passion #pride and passion chapter 8

[woofety]

Well, so I survived the first season of Br1d/er7on, can I get a wahoo 😆

#I wonder #again messing around the title since I don't care it going in the search tags #I wish there were a way to blacklist a post without doing this shit all the time #and having to be careful which words to mention - or is there and I'm not aware? 🤔 oh well #aaaaanyway I have to say that if I had taken it seriously it would have been an ordeal #that would have left me dumbstruck when not infuriated because oh biy - the things I have seen and heard #that made me want to deck the majority of the main characters - daphne in the first place #especially for how she treated simon - and THAT storyline was as bad as I felt it was #not that simon didn't make his mistakes but he didn't fucking deserve all he got #and their relationship is what I hope I never ever get to experience myself my god #is that considered truly a pinnacle of fictional romance? maybe in the books it was handled better idk #I sure as well didn't feel a thing for these two spending their time frolicking or arguing or tricking each other while not communicating #ok I wasn't even supposed to give this any thought because again I was set on taking it seriously-now I just want to move on with s2 #not expecting anything from it as well but just know that apart from likely kate and lady dan8u)ry #I'm staying to watch anthony being fucked around for another season and witness his hopefully frequent existential crises 😁 #if only to feast my eyes on that fucking delight that is jonat/han ba1ley while he pulls the most ridiculous (affectionate) faces #were it not for him and adj0a and0h I wouldn't have likely soldiered on until the end of the season #btw to anyone following me reading this who enjoyed this season - I'm sorry and I certainly don't mean to anger or antagonize anyone #to each their own of course this is just my useless insignificant opinion no hard feelings 😊 #I doubt I'll comment on it further but in case if you want me to put a tag to blacklist anything for the future eventually just reach out)

[lyssafreyguy]

top five ace attorney characters?

Apollo Justice. fucking duh. he's loud he's a dork he's a crybaby he's terrified of heights he had a pet rabbit as a kid he reads manga at work he has a cat he's the bestest supportive big brother he's autistic he's gay he's trans but most importantly he's my fucking boyfriend. he and Klavier Gavin should've gotten the trilogy treatment that Phoenix and Edgeworth did and I will forever want revenge against Capcom for not doing it. like can you imagine the utopia we'd be living in if we got that and Capcom didn't just throw on whatever buckwild backstory and lore that would make him convienent as a central character to game plot and if they let him including actually establishing his relationship with Clay Terran aka his best friend before just fucking murdering him in Dual Destinies and letting him and Trucy know that they're actually related? imagine . . .

Ryunosuke Naruhodooooo I love youuuuuuuuuu . . . 😜 The Great Ace Attorney was such a breath of fresh air and Ryunosuke is truly the core he's so fucking cute. I love the ways they bring out Phoenix's behaviors as a way of establishing the fact that he's Phoenix's ancestor and the "love and the human connection is the point of it all" aspect of his character. sorry that you're a character in the setting of England during the turn of the 20th century my love.

Edgeworth is one of those characters that obviously gets a lot of love from fans but it's as I've gotten older that I've truly established my appreciation for his character and the depiction of trauma and the conequences of parental/mentor-inflicted child abuse brought on through him- I'd feel the same way about Franziska von Karma but I just don't feel the same pull and fascination with her that a lot of fans (particularly wlw fans) feel towards her and I don't know if that's on me or on how Capcom handles their female characters.

speaking of female characters tho I adore Athena Cykes and her investigative/courtroom assistant older brother/younger sister dynamic with Apollo and she deserved way better than being a part of Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice- give me an Athena-centric game containing fun playful teasing uncle/niece dynamic with Simon Blackquill naow. I do have to recognize that as charming as she is in the games themselves my love for her does also majorly stem from fan content tho.

I'm putting Trucy Wright last here but make no fucking mistake I love her with all my heart. my fucking daughter. I feel like there's so much they could've explored with her in regards to her lineage and her dysfunctional family and her relationship with Phoenix as her adopted father and how all that has affected and continues to affect it and we probably could've gotten that with an AJ trilogy but alas.

#desolationlovers #asks

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Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Augustus' burner phone is the key to locating Nero but the team discovers that it's more than just Nero that's behind all of this. Will the former 141 soldiers find out what Nero is up to? Will Alex rescue Samantha?

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My Damsel in Distress

"Alex"

Task Force 141 - Disbanded

On a plane off to somewhere

General Shepherd.

The name sent Alex's blood boiling from rage. He couldn't believe that a high ranking official would actually betray them and could still run away from it.

It's no secret that he wanted 141 out of the Nero scene. But why? He knew full well that Samantha doesn't have access over the address but he still took her? And he also knew that this little team won't walk away without her safe. Alex wondered what's running inside the snow-caterpillar-stache's little brain. He couldn't even say his name now.

He clenched his fists, feeling the thick leather gloves he wore for battle. It was a devastating day for him. They just bonded for a few moments here and there and now she’s already taken away from him. He couldn’t keep count how many times it happened. It was frustrating.

“So, which safehouse are you bringing us today?” Alex joked with his former CO. Jack looked serious as always, he never gets these kinds of humor.

“Same one in Brazil. It’s the most forgotten and spacious. No one’s going to come looking for us in South America.” Jack replied, looking worriedly at Alex.

“I know when you’re preoccupied Alex. What happened afterward?” Jack turned to him and Alex knew he had to open up. He deserved the truth anyway.

“I uh… I fell for her, Jack. I know I told you that I won’t but it just hit me.”

“Like a fucking brick…” Jack interrupted and chuckled.

“All I can say is that you’ve done a better job than I did when I fell in love. I could still see your determination towards your work. Or maybe because she’s still involved in all of this.” he added, causing Alex to relax his tensed shoulders.

“It’s good to have you back, old man.” Alex shook his hand and smiled. With all the problems around him, it was good to have someone close to him to talk to. He was glad Nero didn't kill him back in the Gulag.

“Yeah. Me too, and it looks like you’ve got yourselves a determined bunch. Especially that guy.” he noted, pointing to Soap who was sitting with France. Alex remembered how the two of them met at the Gulag and in that short span of time Jack was able to read the whole guy’s personality.

“Soap? Yeah, he’s an achiever. Heard he’s top of every obstacle course back at the base.” Alex mused, looking at the two. They were sitting together quietly but Alex felt jealous. He could've been doing that with Samantha right now. Now that she's ready to hear the truth about them.

"Yeah. He's got some fight in him. I'm sure we'll defeat Nero even with this little band right here. And I'll do my best to be of assistance to you." he patted Alex's shoulder and went back to check on Nikolai.

~

Safehouse 110197, Brazil

Alex remembered that this place was compromised, but then again that was the CIA mole's henchmen that found them here and they're no longer affiliated with Nero. Or he picked this place because no one would think of going back here after being compromised. The Reverse Psychology card. Either way, Alex didn't mind.

As the team slowly scattered around the house and prepared everything, Alex took note of some changes since his last visit. More beds were added and supplies got restocked. Even the bullet cache looked reloaded.

The team loaded off everything they salvaged, or stole, from the 141 and set it all up. Ghost prioritized the tech stuff while the women fixed the bedrooms. Alex offered help but was denied by Gary saying "Your face still hurts so don't over exert yourself, we can do this on our own."

So Alex plopped by the central couch as Ghost untangle the wires, putting them on their respective slots.

"You holding up okay?" The masked man asked as soon as Alex released a deep sigh.

"I'm worried about Samantha." he replied, resting his hands on the back of his head.

"She doesn't have the address, what does Shepherd want from her?" Alex added, his tone raised like a kid complaining.

"I have no idea. But I do have something else. Information on the surprise attack at the 141." Ghost said, as Jack and Price moved toward them and discussed the contents of Augustus' phone.

"That bastard gave away our location." Price cursed.

"So his plan to disband us would be successful." Alex added and Ghost nodded.

"Why get Samantha though? He knows we'll be coming for him." Ghost added and the rest of them speculated their theories.

"Augustus failed to get her so Shepherd did it for him? For what?" Jack noted, reviewing their whole mission for reference.

"Something bigger, I presume." Price spat and everyone fell silent. The rest of the team except for Gary and Maxine gathered for a short briefing. Everyone gave away their take as to why, some of them made sense while some reasons don't add up. And thinking about it was only making them more frustrated.

Everyone looked serious until they inhaled the fresh aroma of dinner from the kitchen. Alex turned and saw Gary and Maxine, smiling while serving up the team's dinner. He could sense something him and Samantha once shared in this place and it looked like the Safe house did it's charm once again.

"Now that's bloody good cookin'" Price announced and everyone laughed. He wasn't the kind of person to say those kinds of things, but he did, and it was all they needed to ease the tension of not knowing what's next.

They never gathered like this before, together, happy and noisy. The two oldies sat on the opposite edges of the round table while Soap, France, Gary and Maxine sat beside each other on the left. Simon and Alex sat on the other side, an empty chair resided beside them.

"Don't worry lad, we'll rescue her." Price muttered and Jack nodded. Alex smiled as they started to eat some food.

"Hold on a minute!" Soap exclaimed causing everyone to halt.

"Thank you Lord for thy blessings which we are about to receive. Amen." he muttered while everyone looked at him.

"Amen!" they all said in unison and wolfed down Gary and Maxine's delicious meal.

"This tastes so good! Just like Mom used to make!" Francine chewed happily. Maxine stared at her supposed to be sister and smiled.

"It does?" she breathed.

"Mmhmm.. I was always jealous that you two were so close together in the kitchen, everything I touch turns to a culinary mess." she frowned and made everyone else laugh. Soap stared at her in amazement.

"You and me both, France." Jack agreed. The gang bonded throughout dinner and enjoyed the company. Alex volunteered on the dishes and France offered to help.

"You think she's going to be fine?" Maxine asked as she checked the contents of the fridge, looking at Alex who looked very focused on the dishes he's cleaning.

"She's been kidnapped a lot of times now. I think she's used to it." Alex attempted to joke, but the tone of his voice was far from kidding.

"Aye, That lassie's a tough one. Don't worry Alex. We'll get her, Shepherd's bound to make a mistake anytime soon." Soap commented from behind him while leaning on the kitchen island.

"I told you I can handle assisting Alex on my own!" France giggled as she wiped the plates dry.

"Aye! I know! Can't a man just enjoy some time with his girlfriend?" he raised his hand mocking surrender. France turned back and crossed her arms.

"Ahem. Girl space Friend. There's a space in between." she scolded and MacTavish just chuckled.

"Whatever you say, Babe." he joked once again as he stepped out of the kitchen.

"Ugh. That guy's so full of himself." France groaned. Alex and Maxine exchanged glances and laughed, causing the female soldier to worry.

"What?" she asked.

"You two look cute together." Maxine chuckled, closed the fridge and walked away.

"We're not together!" France yelled, making sure Maxine would hear it wherever she went.

"We will be soon!" Soap exclaimed from outside, followed by collective laughter from the group of men with him.

~

Alex groaned and looked at his watch. It's already 3:36 am and he couldn't sleep. He slowly got up and looked around. On the huge bed, Jack and Price slept peacefully as evidenced by the loud snoring. Beside him on the floor was Soap, Roach and an empty spot where Ghost was supposed to sleep. The girls occupied the guest room.

Alex slowly got up and carefully assisted his metal leg, trying not to make noise as he waltzed to the balcony where he suspected Ghost to be.

And he was right, Ghost sat by the railings on the terrace, not a single expression of fear etched on his face. A face Alex saw for the first time.

"Can't sleep?" the former CIA asked. Ghost slowly turned his head and nodded.

"I'm just contemplating…" he muttered, the tone of his voice sound defeated.

"We caught ourselves in a crazy situation, huh?" Alex chuckled trying to make the best of the situation. Ghost didn't seem to like the vote of happiness as he clicked his tongue and sighed.

"I'm into France… but it looked like she's happier with John." he spat. From what Alex heard from Roach, Ghost was not the kind of person to open up. And this was all too surprising for him.

"I… uh…" Alex stammered.

"Look, I'm also sorry… You don't have to reply… I was about to vent to Gary about this but he seemed too preoccupied with Maxine and I didn't want to bother him."

"Look, it's okay. Ghost."

"It's Simon, Simon Riley."

"It's okay Simon. That's life. You win some, you lose some." he consoled. He tried to make it as positive as possible but he was also down in the dumps, like him.

"Thanks for the honesty. I just realized how devastated you must be. I never got to hear your story until Gary told me. It must've been tough losing her over and over again." Gary talked without looking at him.

"It's like I've been cursed to lose her and save her all over again." Alex complained.

"Like Link." Simon announced like it's a great metaphor which Alex didn't get.

"Link?"

"Like from the video game. Where this knight was always out to save her damsel in distress. It's got many different variations but it's always the same name. Generations have passed and Link was always destined to save Zelda." he said in amusement.

"My damsel in distress…" Alex noted and looked up at the stars, wishing that wherever Samantha may be, he hoped she's safe and also thinking of him.

Next Chapter : Delayed Flight

Notification Squad my beloved

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DIRTY GIRL

CHAPTER 7 - LUCKY FUCKING DAY

NEGAN X ANA (OC)

Originally a collection of short smutty stories, this has now morphed into a long running storyline. Strong sexual content.

Ana embarks on a casual, and obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and kinkyfuckery.

WARNINGS: It's Negan so expect swearing, violence, sexual content throughout. I'll add specific chapter warnings as it progresses. 

CHAPTER 7 - LUCKY FUCKING DAY

Negan x Ana (OC)

It's been a while since they shagged, they both horny as fuck.

WARNINGS

f/f/m dirty talk, rough sex

Negan is a sweary muthafucka, that's a given

It''s a long one,hahaha. I enjoyed writing from his point of view and I got a bit carried away.

Negan stands, Lucille nestled on his shoulder, proudly surveying his jubilant saviors on their return home. 

The Sanctuary....His castle....The community HE built, from the shit storm of epic proportions, that left the remainder of the human race fighting for survival. Everyone here a cog in the well oiled machine, with a mission to save as many unfortunate souls as possible....And...bring some kind of fucking civilisation back to humanity.

The Saviors...These men and women, these fucking magnificent soldiers, were the key to its success, the last line of defence for HIS citizens. His own personal army, a force to be reckoned with. They were a bunch of quarrelling fuckwits and murdery fucking hoodlums before he took this place. He made them what they are today. He gave them structure, rules, purpose. He made them strong. Look at them now.

As trucks are unloaded the mood is jovial. Today had been another productive damn day. There would be celebrations this evening. Rightly so. Fuck it, he's in a great mood, everyone gets extra vegetables at dinner, they deserved it.

Heading inside the large canteen, they are rewarded with good food and bottles of liquor. He watches over his people, observes their hearty laughter, loud banter, and congratulatory patting of backs. His eyes scan the room.

He leans back against the wall as his eyes rest on Ana. She's sat at a long table with Simon, a few of the other higher ranking warriors, and....that girl she always seems to be hanging with these days. He lowers Lucille to rest casually by his side. She'd done well, he'd known she would, and, she'd finally even got Simon's approval. Simon was right. Fucking her, while on Savior business had been a mistake. While they were working EVERYONE needed to be focused. He didn't want to lose any one over some emotional shit, or by getting eaten on the job, so to speak. They'd had to cool it. Maybe they could get together when they both had free time, but with missions, meetings, and wives, it hadn't happened. A shame. It had been fun. 

Sighing heavily he watches her as she laughs a full belly laugh, her head thrown back. She looks really fucking happy. As rare as rocking horse shit these days. It makes him smile.....briefly. His eyes fixate on Simon's hand patting her thigh, resting a little too long for his liking. He shifts uneasily from the wall, his jaw clenching, hand tightening momentarily around Lucille. The fucking fuck? His brow sets in a deep frown. 

Ok..ok..calm your tits.....

It's probably just his imagination, but he might need to keep a fucking eye on that. Tearing his eyes away he looks down at the floor, inhaling deeply, rubbing his forehead, and trying to relax his jaw as he looks back over in Ana's direction. 

The girls are now sharing a conversation that he can't hear. They move in closer to each other, real fucking close. Huh? 

Cheering erupts. A drinking game has begun and a bottle of tequila is being passed around the table. The merriment continues, tables are banged enthusiastically, and numerous shots are knocked back. He shakes his head at his bunch of roguish fucking idiots. 

There it was again. A touch of the girl's thigh. A firm squeeze. No mistaking. This time stroking higher, leaning right in. His brow arches as Ana kisses her, playfully nibbling at the girls lips. Tangling her fingers in the long tresses she pulls her in for a firmer kiss. Jeering breaks out. 

"Get a fucking room you two"

Something is tossed across the table hitting Ana on the head. Breaking the kiss she tosses it back, laughing and giving them the middle finger. Jesus fucking Christ, sometimes It's like being at fucking high school with these morons. His attention is drawn back to the two women as they stand from the table. 

So how long has this been going on? 

She looks up. Her eyes meeting his. Hmmm.... Did she know he was there? Did she know he'd been watching? Neither looks away, locked in an unwavering stare as he tries to read her. A small smile plays at her lips as she whispers something in the girls ear before grabbing her hand and leading her hastily from the canteen.

Swinging lucille by his side, he takes a moment to process, pulls himself from the wall, bat on shoulder, and heads out into the corridor.

***

Turning the corner, towards Ana's room, the girl is pinned to the wall in a passionate kiss, a sense of urgency as she fumbles with the key in the lock. The door swings open. They tumble in. He saunters towards them, observing a  moment before tapping loudly on the door with Lucille. When Ana spins around he studies her, his eyes narrowing, Lucille swinging gently by his side. 

"Hi"  he grins, taking a step forward into Ana's room. 

"Hi" She moves protectively in front of her 'friend'

"Sorry to interrupt....."  The grin fades as he peers around Ana for a better view of the girl. He's seen her around. Someone new Simon had recruited and trained, name escapes him though. Never really took much notice of her before. He looks her over. Similar to Ana in age, probably. Looks pretty badass, sweet though. Not bad. He definitely would. Flashes her one of his irresistible smiles. She seems to be struggling to maintain eye contact with him. He revels in the long awkward pause.

"...and you are?" 

The girl swallows audibly and opens her mouth, but no words come out. He chuckles maintaining his stare. Ana glances over her shoulder looking quizzically at the suddenly dumb struck girl, shaking her head at her.

"This is Lily."

"Hey there Lily. Nice to finally meet you." He doesn't offer his hand, instead he twirls Lucille in his fingers, his tongue creeping out between his teeth. He can't resist looking her up and down again with a smirk. Immediately she blushes and looks down at the floor to hide her burning cheeks. That's cute. He chuckles.

"Not much of a talker huh?" Her eyes still glued to the floor he turns his attention back to Ana.

"Is she ok?" he mouths silently

"What do you want Negan?"

"You really have to ask? Ana, you know what I want." Placing lucille against the wall he takes another step closer, leaning into her space. Lily shrinks away behind Ana. 

"No Negan, I dont." Her eyes search his "I dont know what you want from me"

"Yes...you fucking do" Lowering his face towards hers, he takes her by the hips. Lily shuffles uncomfortably while Ana holds his gaze.

"Oh, so you think you can just drop in whenever you feel like it, without an invitation" 

"Oh girl, dont give me that shit. You know goddamn well I dont need an invitation. This is my place, I can do whatever the fuck I want" his thumb traces along her jaw

"What about what I want? ....What exactly are we doing here?"

"What do you wanna be doing?" He chuckles "This was your fucking idea. 'Why dont we come up with another arrangement', you said. I fucking remember it. Very fucking clearly...." His thumb brushes over her lips  "...right before before you put my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours" 

"That doesn't mean you can just call by whenever it suits you"

"That is EXACTLY what it means." He withdraws his hand " I gave you a choice. This is what you chose"

"Well, Im not just gonna sit here waiting for you" she smiles pulling Lily to her side.

"Yeah, I can see that" he glances over at Lily

"Look, I'm a big girl, I can make my own decisions, and I made my choice. I'm NOT one of your wives remember" leaning into Lily she kisses her softly.

"Thank fuck for that, you'd drive me nuts" His eyes linger over the kiss "So this is what you get up to when I'm not around"

"Mhm. What did you expect? I got needs you know." The woman's lips part for Ana     "...So if you dont mind...." she mumbles through the kiss

"I don't mind at all". He interrupts " I'm enjoying the fucking show, dont stop on my account"

"If you don't mind" she continues "I'm quite busy, so you can shut the door on your way out"

Arching a brow he watches the girls, their tongues exploring each others mouths. His grip on her hips tightens, pushing himself against her so she can feel him hardening.

"Hahaha! Ya missed me right? I can read you like a goddamn book......Ok you got my attention, got me over here......with the TWO of you. I see what you're doing here." taking her by the chin he pulls her face to look in his eyes. "Yeah...." he smirks "....you missed me"

"Maybe....Maybe not" she swipes his hand away

"Maybe...maybe not" he mocks "Why you always got to be so damned difficult all the time? Fuck, you're infuriating. See..... I'm hearing the words coming out of your mouth, but your eyes are saying 'fuck me Negan' " he shrugs off his jacket

"Wow! You really are an arrogant fucker"

"....Fuck me, AND my horny friend" he continues "Am I right? Hahaha. I know what you want, and how you want it. I know what kinkyfuckery runs through your dirty mind"

"You absolutely sure about that" she retorts "Maybe...I actually didn't miss you or your dick. Maybe...you're wrong." She smirks at him as she peels off her shirt

"Now I KNOW you're fucking lying" his tone no longer as playful. "Enough fucking teasing now. I told you before, don't play fucking games with me princess"

"And I told you before, don't call me princess" roughly she pulls lily towards her, pulling her shirt up over her head and tossing it to the floor "I dont need your permission to fuck someone else. You don't own me"  

Taking Lily's face in her hands she kisses her passionately. Releasing her hips he grabs a handful of Ana's hair, tugging her head back, prising the girls apart.

"I said that's enough. Have you forgotten who's in charge around here?" He says into her ear, his voice stern, delivering a hard sharp slap to her ass "Have you forgotten who your dealing with?" Another rough tug makes her wince. "The Sanctuary is mine. The Saviors, ..are mine. You....Are mine."

Lily cautiously takes a couple of steps back, Ana chuckles triumphantly.

"There's my Negan. You know I like that. she bites her lip " I love it when he gets mad, Lily. We like to play rough. This is just our foreplay" she chuckles again. "Still wanna fuck him?"

"Well?" His eyes burn into Lily's "Do ya? You wanna be my dirty girl too? " He smirks darkly  "then it looks like it's your lucky fucking day.....if you think you're up to it" Forcefully he unfastens Ana's jeans  "...Choice is yours sweetheart, nobody's forcing you to do anything you dont want to do." Still holding Ana's hair in a vice like grip he tugs her jeans down to her hips. "Stay,.. or leave, it's up to you...but it's now or fucking never Lily" he palms Ana's ass   "...Gonna need an answer. Are you staying?" 

Lily chews on her bottom lip and nods

"Then be a fuckin doll and shut the door"

Negan's eyes follow her as she closes the door and leans her back against it. 

"Well, Ana, would you look at that. Lily does as shes told, unlike some people I know"  his hand rubs across her stomach down towards her panties as he presses his swelling dick against her, eyes still on Lily. 

"That's because shes a good girl Negan, she'll do whatever you ask"

"Is that fucking so?" His stare unmoving, deliberately disarming her  "wanna play a game of good girl /bad girl?"  he smirks as he teases Ana, thumbing over her panties. "Ana is the bad girl obviously, but you've clearly spent some time together so I guess you know that already" Ana squirms as his thumb toys with her clit. "Speak up. Don't be shy. Can't be shy around my Ana"

"I'm not your Ana"           

"You fucking sure about that?"

He pulls her hair hard, tipping back her head, exposing her neck to him. Grazing her with his teeth, nipping at her skin, he raises his eyes to look at Lily from under heavy lids,. Ana moans softly and reaches behind her rubbing his hardening length through his jeans

"So.....You just gonna stand there?" Lily's eyes follow his hand as it slides into Ana's panties. Ana gasps and unfastens his belt

"Oh. You like to watch huh? We can put on a show for you if that's your thing" He rubs down Ana's folds, she reaches inside his jeans. "Any requests? Any other freaky weird shit you're into. I am down with that. We...are down with that" He grins as he circles Ana's clit and groans as she slowly strokes his cock. "We're pretty fucking comfortable with anything. We love that weird freaky shit" He turns his attention back up to Ana's neck, biting up to her ear lobe.

"So fucking wet" his voice is low in her ear as he pushes two fingers inside her, she responds by squeezing his cock, eliciting a moan from them both.

Lily finally ventures away from the door moving towards them. He smiles onto Ana's skin, removing his slick fingers and slowly pushes them into Ana's mouth.

"Take off those jeans" He commands Lily, his eyes wandering over her as she obediently pulls them down and kicks them aside. Their eyes meet again when she coyly looks up at him and smiles. Ana groans and squirms as he plunges back inside her, pumping slowly, his eyes never leaving Lily's. She stands expectantly, awaiting instruction. Withdrawing his fingers he uses them to beckon Lily over. She inhales sharply as he releases Ana's hair and strips off his shirt, revealing his slim toned body.  "How does she taste" he smirks as he runs them over her lips before inserting them into her eager mouth.

Ana turns to look up at him, eyes heavy with lust, running her nails across his chest and stomach, lowering herself to crouch before him.  Gently he strokes down Lily's neck and shoulder, caresses her breast, teases her nipple with his thumb, smiling as it hardens beneath his touch. Easing down his jeans Ana bites playfully at his thighs. Softly his hand travels down over Lily's stomach, lightly teasing the skin above her panties, maintaining eye contact as he slides inside, feeling her arousal pooling as she sucks enthusiastically on his fingers.

" Damn sweetheart, you are fucking soaked"

Ana trails her tongue over the bulge straining against his boxers, impatiently tugging them down, his erection finally springing free.

 "I lied" she confesses "I did miss this cock."

He looks down at Ana, to watch her tongue swirling around the tip, exploring the head, trailing down the shaft. He groans and throbs as Ana sucks his dick and lily quivers with his fingers inside her.

Withdrawing, Ana stands to move behind Lily, sandwiching her as he kisses up her neck.

"Remember the word?" Ana asks quietly in her ear. 

"Mhm" 

"If you want to stop just say the word" her hands cup Lily's breasts. Lily nods

"I'm good" she pants, her chest heaving. 

"Good. Get on the bed" Ana instructs her, giving her ass a slap, and pushing her playfully.

The girls tumble to the bed. He strokes himself as they kiss, bras unclipped, panties ripped off and cast aside. Playful wrestling as they caress and explore each other,  limbs entwined, until lily finally submits to Ana.

"Well look at my dirty girls" he sneers, laying himself beside them. His face hovers above lily's, watching her expression as Ana crawls over her. Lily leans in towards him mesmerized by his lips just above hers, moves in for a kiss.

"Oh no darlin" his fingers cover her mouth " that, is a no no. Anything else goes, but that is strictly for wives"

His hand slides over her chin and across her throat. Small quiet moans escape her as Ana's lips and tongue tease her nipples, travel over her stomach and down to her aching core, tasting and exploring. Her chest heaves and breathing hitches. 

"I think she might be close Ana" 

Her moans become louder and less inhibited as Ana brings her to the edge. 

"Cum for Ana sweetheart"  he dips down taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and tugging gently, applying a little pressure to her throat. Lily's senses are overwhelmed and she bucks beneath them both, writhing in waves of pleasure. 

"Good girl." He grins stroking her hair. 

"Now my dick is really in need of some attention" he smirks. Barely giving her time to recover he clutches himself, guiding her head down, offering her his large throbbing cock.

"Suck it darlin"

She gulps and wets her lips, opening her mouth, slowly taking him in, gagging a little.

"Oh honey, you're going to have to open wider than that"  Ana smiles. Holding Lily's hair she guides her slowly up and down his length, before crawling up the bed, positioning herself over his face. Looking down on him.

"Eat me, Negan. Make me cum all over you"

"Bad girl" he grins

Grabbing her firmly by the ass he laps at her, expertly teasing, licking and sucking. Reaching for the wall behind him she steadies herself, rocking her hips over him. She begins to shake, claws at the wall, throws her head back. Lily picks up the pace on his dick. His strong grip around Ana tightens, locking her in place as he sends her soaring over the edge. Loud moans of satisfaction fall from her lips as she clutches at his shoulders, scratches at his skin, riding the wave. Lily withdraws and comes up for air.

" You ready lily? he mumbles from underneath Ana as she gradually subsides and climbs off laying back on her elbows.

Lily cautiously straddles him, slowly and carefully lowering herself. Very slowly. Inch by swollen inch. Negan looks amused. Anna scolds him with a glance. Lily rocks softly as she adjusts. Without warning he impatiently flips them. Looking into her face he slowly eases the rest of the way, and holds still.

"You really want me to fuck you? he teases

Panting erratically she twitches below him trying to get some friction and nods.

"Say it"

"Say what?" she falters

"I wanna hear you say please"

"Please" she says quietly 

"With some fucking conviction girl. ...Please fuck me Negan" 

"Stop toying with her. You're so fuckin cruel sometimes" Ana shakes her head at him

"Dont pretend like you dont love it, Ana" he chuckles "now get your sweet fuckin ass over here..." Ana smiles and crawls back to lily.

."....focus lily, I wanna hear you say it. Please fuck me Negan"

"Please" she swallows hard "please fuck me Negan"

"Thats my good girl" 

He sets a slow steady pace. Ana kisses lily softly. Lily moans into Ana's mouth as her hand moves down gliding between her wet folds. The kiss firmer as she pins her, circling her clit slowly as he pumps rhythmically, gently. Ana's hand wanders. He looks down when he feels her massaging his balls and inhales sharply.

"Ana" he warns. Not breaking the kiss she moves to grasp the base of his cock.

"Ana. Stop, unless you want me to blow my load right now"

She sniggers, putting her attention back to lily's wetness, when she suddenly convulses and arches. He stops abruptly, gritting his teeth and quickly withdraws, grabbing Ana by the hips and dragging her to him as lily writhes beside them.

"You are a bad fucking girl."

She gasps as he plunges into her. He stills, his hand around her throat pulling her up towards him. She backs up onto him, grinding, his hand squeezing her throat. Holding her tight against him, he fiercely slams into her and stills again.

"Bad, dirty girl. Aren't you.?"

"Yes"

"MY bad dirty girl"

"Yes"

Another deep thrust

"Are you gonna behave for me now?"

"Yes, Negan"

"Beg for my cock, beg for me to fuck you"

"Please, Negan. Please"

"I said beg"

"Please, I need it, I need you to fuck me"

Groaning loudly he rams into her again and pounds her relentlessly 

"Yes,don't stop"

Circling her clit with other hand he knows shes already close

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't  ..... she shudders and tightens around him

"Oh fuck... jesus ..fucking ...christ" he cries out

Releasing her onto her hands and knees, shaking beneath him, he hastily withdraws and spurts over her ass. Catching their breath he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on her back, until hes completely spent and their breathing returns to normal. Inhaling deeply he opens his eyes to see lily laying and smiling up at him. 

He pulls himself up collecting a shirt from the floor, wipes himself, and cleans Ana's back before tossing the shirt at lily. He collects his clothes and starts to dress. 

"Hey this is my shirt." Lily pouts. Smiling sweetly at Negan "it's ok though"

He briefly glances over at her and continues to dress silently. Ana grabs a shirt and pulls on some jeans. Lily sits up and looks around for the rest of her clothes.

"So..." lily ventures " What happens now?" 

"What do you mean?" He pulls on his boots

" um...us?" She looks from one to the other "what happens now with us?"

Ana and Negan exchange glances 

"Wow you suddenly found your voice. Um...Nothing. There is no us. Look darlin, nothing is fuckin happening here. It was just a casual fuck that's all, a bit of fun. I thought you knew that" he pulls on his jacket

"But ....I thought maybe we could...you know ....have an arrangement."

Ana grabs her cigarettes and rolls her eyes at Negan

"I'm going for a smoke. I'll leave you two love birds to it"

Negan turns to lily with a frown

"Whoah. Let me stop you right there, sweet cheeks. You wanted this. You got it. I'm very happy for you. Today was a great day for you. 'Yay, today was my bestest lucky fucking day. Today was the day I fucked Negan ' you can write it in your journal and tell all your friends"

Lily's eyes suddenly fill

"Dont get your titties in a twist sweetheart, it's just a fuck"

"Such a dick" Ana shakes her head at him as she brushes passed. He groans and rubs his forehead.

"Ok. Ok. For fucks sake. Don't go getting all emotional on me,....I'm just busting your lady nuts. Look... I'm a busy guy, I got this place to run, several wives to entertain, I just dont have the time." He heads for the door. "Dont take it personal.....I'll ..um....see you around." He shakes his head " fucks sake" he mumbles under his breath as he hurriedly leaves.

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Always you- 141+König

This is based on a request:

GN!Reader, cheating, angst? (idk anymore)

How 141+König react to them cheating on reader.

Backstory to make us both cry:

The love of his life, the one who waited for him. It was just you and him. It wasn't a perfect life, that is true and he promised you it wouldn't be. "I Can't promise picket fences or walks around town on sunny afternoons." he said, sitting across from you. "I know, no one can, but I know what I feel for you and it's not something I can have with anyone else, I'm not willing to leave just because you cant promise that. I don't want to be with no-one else but you." your hands delicately caressing his face. And it was true, the relationship wasn't perfect, nothing was, but he made things feel like heaven. The way he held you close when either of you had a bad day, the way his presence was comforting enough.

You knew you'd never love a man like how you love him. How his nose scrunches when he dislikes something, how he smiles when you kiss him. It's too unreal. And you, gosh, you were the reason why he fought so hard to always come back home. Home...yeah home, he whispered to himself. The way he felt so vulnerable around you, how he felt safe. He loved how you would hold his hand. He swore he must be dreaming, how can a creature like you, love him? You deserve the best things in life, he thought as he watched how every time he came home, you were there by the door.

He came home after a tough mission, you as always waited by the door. He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you. "fuck..I missed you so much." He said, it was so soft, almost like a whisper, his head nuzzled against your neck. He's home.

After a few days, he and his friends went out, he tried convincing you to go with him. "I have some work to do, besides you need to have some fun without me." you kissed his cheek. And he soon was on his way out. You worked on a paper for work, you kept your phone on, waiting for him to call you to pick him up. But he didn't call all night.

I'm wasting my time

when it was always you,

chasin' the high,

but it was always you

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Ghost:

He was nearly blackout drunk, he wasn't thinking at all about the consequences when his mouth was on another person.

He liked it, it was something new, it was fun. The person took him to their place, all night he spent touching them, making them feel good.

Simon woke up around 5 am, a random person snuggling them. Their hands on his chest, just like you would rest them.

His head ached, it wasn't good, his eyes scanning the room, it wasn't your bed he was on, not the same bedsheets, or the same room. He got up and quickly changed and walked away from that strangers bed.

"Fuck fuck fuck." he whispered to himself, cursing his own name. "why simon, why did you fuck up!" he couldn't face you, not now. So he went to a coffee shop, he sat there in his sorrow, wiping tears as he thought of what he did.

"you okay?" asked an old man. "no, I fucked up." his eyes fixed on the piece of jewelry you gave him. It was a thing now, if he went away, you'd give him a necklace, ring or bracelet. "a piece of me while you're out there." He cried even more, remembering your soft words

"if you love them, then go on and tell them, be honest son." the man patted his back and walked away.

But he couldn't face you just yet, he still felt the other person on him. He felt dirty.

It was hate he felt, disgusted he would do this to you. He couldn't even touch himself, even if he was itchy, he didnt even dare scratch.

He walking along an empty road, thinking of you.

"I'm sorry, im sorry for what I did," his voice low, soft sniffles coming from him. He repeated this like a mantra.

A trained soldier, a man who hated lie, who betray him. And now here he was, laughing at his own mistakes. He was going mental.

He was alone with his thoughts and the worst part is that you aren't there to help them go away.

Price:

He wasn't the type to get drunk and flirt with anyone. Not since you came into his life, he was so respectful, always pushing strangers off of him. "I have a spouse waiting for me." he'd tell them.

This time he didnt say that, instead, he let them kiss him. He gave in, took them to his car and had a party of his own.

When it all ended, he sat there. The stranger put their clothes back on and walked off.

Now it was just him, he stared at the wheel.

He gasped once he realized what he had done. God he hated himself so much right now.

He pictured you, waiting by the door, looking at your phone just waiting for him to call you. "pick me up." he would've said, he would sit in his car and wait for you, the next morning you two would go pick it up. Having breakfast at a diner. But not this time.

He just sat, his hands brushing his hair out of desperation. He was so stressed.

He knew you'd be upset if you knew he was driving while intoxicated, so trying to at least do some good, he got off, locked the car and walked away.

As he made it closer to an open field, he screamed, letting all the anger and pain he felt leak out.

He then fell to his knees, crying as the cold night passed him by.

He laid on the floor. Trying not feel a thing, as his tears choked him out.

It was the worst kind of pain, his own heart begging for mercy.

"please..please.." he whispers, his voice shaky and unstable "please dont leave..please" it was as if he was a little kid all over again.

Gaz:

It wasn't like him to break promises, especially when he was breaking the ones he made to you.

He drank and drank, drowning in the alcohol, he wanted to let go for once. But if he knew he'd mess up this much, he would've never left you back home all alone.

When his lips met the strangers lips, it was indescribable, he wanted more, urged for more. By the morning, he walked back home, thinking of all that happened that night.

He wiped the tears that fell from his face.

"I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid." he hit himself a few times, each slap getting weaker and weaker.

He thought of how you'd react. You had been in relationships where you'd been cheated on, he assured you he wasn't like any of them.

You kept him like an oath, but all he had ever done was tuck you away, like his own little secret, a secret he had fucked up.

He threw up. It was remorse he was feeling by now. Never had he ever felt this way about something so awful.

He was a soldier. He was a human. He was a cheater.

All he ever wanted was to have a life with you, and now that future was far from reach.

As his own tears fell down to his face, he sat down, staring into the nothingness. It was pity that he was feeling, pity for how much one an idiot he is.

He wish he could get enough courage to face you and tell you what did, but that even then, courage couldn't help get out of this one. Nothing could. So he just sat and waited. The sun rising through and he was still there, like an abandoned dog, waiting for its owner.

It was a mistake. That wasn't a lie, but why did he like it? why did he think of you but felt nothing? Could it be he was just numb? or maybe it was his own heart begging for this everlasting pain to stop.

Soap:

It was no lie when he said that people are usually just attracted to him for no reason, he joked about it multiple times. But at the end of the day, he was yours and no one else's.

He was a little upset that you had said no to him, but he still had fun.

He was too drunk to think straight. In his own words "natural flirt" and this time this advantage had failed him, the person started to get hot too soon. But he didnt stop it, not until it was too late. He kissed the stranger, but he soon pushed them off.

He walked away from the bar. Yes it was something so small, but he knows you, even if he flirts with others you'd be upset/ jealous.

You and him had a talk a while back. "I think if it's not with your partner, then yes it's cheating." you said, he took notes, always flirting with you, ignoring the strangers that walked up to him. "I'm with someone, piss off" he spit out.

That would earn kisses from you, but this time? he was afraid of the outcome.

So he did was he knew best, he called Price. Poor man stayed up with him, listening to him cry and curse his whole existence.

By 4am, he had picked up another bottle. He drank from it as his life depended on it. He cried and cried. He wished his mother were there to yell at him.

"r/n, please." he begged as he looked up...he swore you were staring down at him while he was on his knees.

He walked home, he knew that if you were in the same position, you'd tell him. And now here he was, standing in front of you. his eyes red and puffy.

You tried to hug him, but he pushed you away, saying he doesn't deserve your gentle hands on him, he walked into the bathroom, and for a whole hour he cried in the shower. Water dripping down off him. He got out and told you about the whole thing.

He was a sobbing mess by 7 in the morning. He told you he understood if you wanted to end things now. He wouldn't blame you for anything

But what he did do was apologize, every sentence you spoke was followed by a soft and shaky sorry from his part.

König:

He didn't like to go out much, especially not without you. But this time, his team would be there, celebrating a victorious battle.

He got carried away in a stupid competition with one of his mates. He was so drunk he couldn't form words.A handsome/gorgeous stranger tapped his shoulder, and after some weird conversation, they were onto of him.

He mistook their flirting with kindness. His team knew it them moment the poor man was just talking about you to them. Because for seconds he swore he saw you there in front of him.

He pushed them off, running out to the alley of the bar. His breathing started to become uneven. His was dizzy, too dizzy for his own good.

He knelt down, his hands on his thighs. Silent cried came from him. He wiped the tears and sat down.

It was nothing but a mistake, if only he would convince you he didn't mean to kiss them.

But this was too much for him. He stood up, barely balancing on his feet. "r/n?" he looked in front of him. "liebling, I am sorry..please..please tell me you saw how they kissed me." he begged at the air, approaching the figure.

It was the alcohol that was making him see things.

And after much struggle, the team found him. He was staring at the road.

"C'mon, you have to get to your partner." a friend said, all he did was push them off.

He started to get aggressive, his pushes becoming punches. It took all of them to put him to the ground. They knocked him down and he felt at peace, his body finding a new pain to cure.

And as his face rested on cold ground, he cried once more. "I love r/n...I love them."

"we know..." his mates finally calming him down..."please tell them I love them." his voice now soft

Should've never let you go, my baby

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A/n: ok so this might've not been the best..but at least it was something..also happy GP weekend!

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