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[spideyslag]

I don’t know how to coherently write this so here’s the idea. TW/ referenced non-con (not between main pairing) and murder.

A/B/O au omega peter and his best friend alpha bucky. Maybe also a biological dom/sub au (it’ll make sence in a second).

Peter ends up marrying some much older, wealthy alpha because he knows hed be well taken care of, and it’s not like most omegas get to marry alphas they actually love or are attracted to. I mean, hed never have a chance with bucky, right?

Something happens. Not sure what. Likely, this alpha ends up assaulting peter. Peter shows up at Buckys door early in the morning still covered by the marks and just breaks down in his arms about how he’s being mistreated so badly, and bucky sees red.

He cleans peters wounds, and talks him into taking a bath. He growls enough and peter eventually feels compelled to just do whatever the alpha says. Bucky washes his hair and praises him for being so good and peter can’t stop purring from the praise. Bucky tucks hun into his bed, kisses his forehead and promises peters gonna be safe from now on.

Bucky gets his revolver and gets in his car.

Bangs on the door of peters marital home at 4 am, unrelenting, while Peter sleeps soundly in his bed. It satisfys something in him.

Finally the bastard opens the door. “I told you if you ever hurt him I’d fucking destroy you”. The man laughs. “Oh yeah? To fucking late he’s my husband I can do whatever I want with him”.

Bucky laughs. “No, no he’s your widow. But nice try”.

He shoots him between the eyes like an animal.

But like here’s the thing.

In this universe there would be some common law stature that if an alpha kills another alpha, he’s entitled to that alphas omega.

So that makes Peter his husband now.

[spideyslag]

Bucky leaving the gym:

Sam: whatcha up to tonight

Bucky, thinking: well, gonna go home, order some door dash and my god is that the best part of the 21st century, watch some TV, do some laundry, and maybe make a baby. Not sure

Sam: Bucky you are literally married to a man

Bucky: *blinks*

Sam: and you hate kids.

Bucky: I like some kids. Like your nephews and tonys kid, and one of clints. I even like Scott’s kid more than him

Sam: everyone likes Cassie more than Scott. Point is-

Bucky: point is I’m gonna have some bomb sex. Now mind your business

[im-a-goner--foryou]

Tony and Peter having a breeding kink but he actually gets pregnant because of his spider dna stuff.

Ohmygod this is so fucking hilarious because the both of them are kinky motherfuckers who definitely have a breeding kink, which works perfect because we’ll they’re both males so y'know,, they cant actually,,, get pregnant. But their dirty talk and the way they fuck all the time totally suggests otherwise, don’t get him wrong Tony loves to see his cum marking Peter’s flushed skin, staining his face and lashes, but he much prefers to orgasm inside Peter, filling him up to the brim with his come. There’s just something so intoxicatingly perverse to see the boy pressed against the mattress, chest quivery with silent cries as Tony shoots hot and deep in his tight, warm hole for the third time that night, the thrusting of his cock sliding wetly against Peter’s cum-stained walls, and the sloppy feel of him is so erotic to Tony. Of course Peter gets off on in too, in fact he’s the instigator most times, riling Tony up by being a little tease for the whole day and as soon as they step home Peter’s pushing the older man onto their bed, crawling atop him with hooded eyes and already unbuckling his belt, humping the mattress like a bitch in heat. And when Tony finally slides his cock into him Peter will arch his back and moan, saying the filthiest things imaginable, “oh Mr. Stark please fill my empty little hole, pump me up good with your cum, please Mr. Stark please breed me, I need your cum–” and Tony will be driven wild, snapping his hips forward to brutally and gripping the kid’s trembling hips, practically mounting him like an animal. He’ll be all snarls and growls, clawing marks down Peter’s back and it’s not long before he comes in Peter for the first of many times than night, grinding his hips so hard he’s practically balls deep in the boy. They barely catch a breath before going for another round, because they’re horny dudes and when Mr. Stark spurts warm and wet yet again into Peter he clenches down hard, milking Tony’s cock for all its worth. Between rounds Tony will also totally shove a plug into Peter’s little hole to keep his cum inside him, not wasting a single drop; the kid wakes up the next morning just in time to feel Mr. Stark slide the plug out wetly and slide in, filling him up so full he hiccups as Tony rocks his hips languidly– and soon there’s another load of come in his ass, and by this time his belly will be slightly distended with all the sticky fluid in him. Tony will rub over the bump as if entranced, and he’ll mutter “fuck, it’s like I really bred you up”. And then some time into their relationship Peter’s stomach starts to grow. He feels nauseous in the mornings, he gets mood swings and craves the weirdest foods (even for a teenaged boy), and his chest starts to get larger. They write it off as nothing until one day Bruce just clears his throat in the middle of a movie night and suggests delicately that Peter might be pregnant. They all pause before Tony answers back with an eloquent “WHAT THE FUCK-” So they run their tests, sure enough the spider-boy is pregnant with child, another change that came with the bite, and Bruce just frowns a little and squints, asking Peter “okay,, but who’s the daddy…?” Tony just stares into the camera like he’s in The Office

[im-a-goner--foryou]

Imagine this Peter has fangs and has never told Tony he finds out when Peter is fucking Tony hard due to the pheromones in the room Peter's spider instincts and the fact that Tony is Peter's mate as both Tony and Peter cum Peter bites Tony's shoulder marking the man Peter's fangs drop and well boosts their shared orgasm

So the first time Peter finds out he has fangs he just stares at the mirror and lisps out a quiet “ffuck”, and has a moment of freak out because okay spider powers are one thing but fangs? That he can’t seem to control?? So once when Tony is fucking him, mouthing hotly at his neck and thrusting his hips so languidly, Peter’s a moaning mess, panting and stifling his cries by bring down on his bottom lip– and then he feels something hot and thick dribble down his chin. And oh look, it’s blood, and then he registers the sharp pain and fucK his fangs have appeared and he’s so horrified, he just scrambles away with both hands covering his mouth and Tony is so worried, he pulls back with wide eyes asking “Pete what’s wrong?? Did I hurt you”. Peter just sputters “yeah I’m okay!!” and sprints for the bathroom, he looks like a fucking vampire with the blood and everything but because of his healing powers the wound is disappearing already, so he just waits for his fangs to retract and reassures a skeptical Tony that his blood sugar just dropped. But thank god his mouth wasn’t on Tony?? So from then on he’s careful with his teeth, he used to leave hickeys all over Tony a lot but doesn’t dare to now. Until one time when he’s riding Tony on the bed after not seeing him for a week, he’s impaling himself of Mr. Stark’s cock all desperately, rocking his hips down brutally and Tony just lays there helplessly as the kid fucks him rough, wailing how “I missed your cock so much Mr. Stark, you fill me up so good” and the swollen head of Tony’s cock is nailing his prostate every time, he’s so delirious with pleasure he falls forward onto Tony’s chest, panting, and suddenly he’s overcome with the urge to bite into Tony’s neck. Before he can think twice he’s sinking his teeth into Tony’s flushed skin and the man shouts in surprise and pain, and Peter’s fangs extend right then, impaling his skin just as the kid gasps and comes all over himself, hips stuttering. And Tony yelps, feeling the pinching pinpricks on his neck and he looks down to see Peter’s canines biting into him, mouth open wide and honey eyes dark with lust, crimson blood pooling around his lips and with a shout he comes deep into Peter. Their orgasms are so powerful that they just lay there in a sweaty heap, panting, until Peter’s fangs retract and he looks horrified, apologizing to Tony but the older man is just all “…thats the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”

[marvelstarker-mha98]

Unwanted request.

For up, I really love your writing style.

Could you maybe write starker daddy!Tony in which Peter and Tony are together but the Avengers don't know.

They all live together (at the Tower, Compound etc. I don't care).

Peter is constantly calling Tony Daddy so the Avengers think that he is Tony's son but then they come upon them making out in the living room or somewhere else.

Please think about it?

Oh god yes!!! I will absolutely write this spoon 😁😁😁😁

[pillowprincesspeter-deactivated]

So a feminization au in which Peter tries on lingerie out of curiosity and Tony catches him amd much to Peters surprise Tony's rather surprised but not disappointed.

[obligatorynasty]

Oops, my hand slipped and wrote an entire ficlet 🤭

*~*~*

The idea came to Peter on a whim. At first, it started as a joke; something he and MJ could giggle about as she shopped. Yet, somehow, he also left that store with a sleek black shopping bag that had pink tissue paper splayed out the top. MJ convinced him that the set he purchased would look cute – he wasn't sure – though imagining himself in it was exciting, it did not stop him from shamefully scrunching the tissue paper into the bag as they continued through the mall.

By the end of the day, when he arrived back at the tower, all Peter could think about was trying on what he bought. And why not? He would be alone for a few more hours; Tony said he had meetings, which meant the floor was his. So he dropped his backpack against the bed and rushed into the bathroom, where he stared at the black bag before dumping its contents out onto the sink counter.

It was a three piece set – panties, garterbelt, and bralette – creamy white in color with sheer lace and frills that were a far cry from his plaid button-ups and graphic tees. Nevertheless, he stripped down, kicking off his boxers and jeans in tandem before practically throwing his shirt off. 

Peter started with what he viewed as the easiest piece, the panties, carefully pulling the tag off the lace before stepping into them. The fabric hugged him in ways briefs never could. Looking at himself in the mirror left him flushed, almost embarrassed by how obscene his bulge looked through the nearly see-through front panel. 

Next, he decided to take on the garter belt. He didn't have stockings but the belt came with a pair of simple, white lace bands to sit around each thigh. With some fiddling, he managed to clip the garter belt straps to the bands. The way the belt sat across his abdomen made his waist look smaller. It was a strange illusion, he thought, but that didn't stop him from admiring his figure in the mirror. 

It was so unlike him to view himself this way; in a confident, sexy kind of way. The feeling only made him excited to finish the look. He unclasped the bralette and slid his arms through, unsure of how he was supposed to clip it closed from the back. This was his first time putting on a bra but he felt like people who wore bras would still laugh at how much he struggled.

"Do you need help with that?"

The sound of Tony's voice made Peter's soul leave his body. He turned on his heel, tripping back a bit, hips colliding with the edge of the counter. "T-Tony," Peter stuttered, his voice cracking under the weight of his nerves and his face undoubtedly tinted a bright red. "You're here, I thought you had meetings. I was just– I can explain– this isn't what it looks like, I–"

"You look gorgeous, Peter," Tony complimented, taking a few steps forward before gesturing with two fingers, beckoning Peter towards him. "C'mere."

"Okay," Peter barely breathed out as he inched forward, his gaze trained on the floor.

"And turn around," Tony ordered, grinning as Peter silently obeyed. "This is definitely a pleasant surprise," He admitted, letting his fingertips trail up Peter's sides before clipping the bralette closed in a single motion.

Peter's skin erupted in goosebumps at the touch, "You're not disappointed?"

"Why would I be disappointed?" Tony asked, whispering against Peter's ear before placing a gentle kiss against his shoulder. "If anything, I'm disappointed in myself for not getting here sooner."

Peter finally lifted his gaze, making eye-contact with Tony through the mirror and, subsequently, taking in the completed look. The bralette sat flush against his chest, its deep V-shaped neckline plunged to right below his pectorals. And the image was only made better by Tony standing behind him, watching him through the mirror like he was the only thing in the world worth watching. "Well, what are you going to do now that you're here?"

Tony breathed an amused laugh, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist and pressing another kiss against his neck. "Whatever you tell me to do, sweetheart."

[spideyslag]

Peter being absolutely starved of affection like 99% of young college kids that when Steve wraps his arm around him and says “come on kid, let me have a good cuddle it’s been too long since I’ve had a pretty boy to hold” he just starts SOBBING and everyone is VERY CONCERNED

Like yes first their ready to kill steve even bucky is like “Steven I swear to god what did you say to our angel to make him cry I’ll kill you” and tony is just giving a disappointed dad look no one knew he had.

And a moment later they put it together from the way Peters completely rigid and akward but can’t get close enough to Steve.

[professional-benaddict]

I am Peter

[holographic-trashcan]

I’ve never seen a single goddamn episode of Walking Dead but watch me write domestic au for the four fuckin people I give a shit about it

[spideyslag]

I love the idea of how soft and gentle steve holds peter and how big he smiles every time peter speaks to him and how often he just feels the overwhelming need to kiss his young lover- on the cheek, on the forehead, on the lips. Just always smiling, kissing him, swinging his arms as they hold hands, pulling peter into his chest or his side and wrapping his arm around him if their sitting. Basically what I’m getting at is a extremely affectionate absolutely adoring couple. And I love the idea of their little fans and shippers all over the internet. People posting photos and gifs of Steve kissing all over Peters face while their waiting in line for a museum to open while peter laugh, hands firmly holding steves sides, with the comments “🥺🥺” and “it’s them guys the yellow and blue couple” and all that kinda shit.

Peter takes any change in the winter when his hands get cold to shove them up Steve’s shirt and make the absolute furnace of a man jump and screech. It’s also a free excuse to cop a feel of some abs.

Just them being so affectionate and making eachother so happy.

[astralhux]

Carl was kneeling in the Field of Dogs when one of the saints approached him. “Excuse me, Carl,” he said, “I don’t mean to bother you but there’s someone here for you now.”

A feeling like ice plunging into his heart. One of the dogs licked his arm and whined nervously. “Is it—” He had to clear his throat. “It’s not Rick Grimes, is it?”

The saint shook his head. He was looking rather mystified. “It’s someone else,” he said. “He’s not a relation of yours. He claims to know you; he says—” he looked down at the papers in his hands—“he says, ‘Tell that little—’ ah, ‘—fucker he better damn well remember me—’”

Carl shot to his feet. The dogs were barking, feeding off his excitement. “Was he—” he made a gesture above his head, indicating height. The saint nodded, and Carl ran off, yelling his thanks over his shoulder. In Heaven there was no such thing as distance; he was miles from the Pearly Gates, and yet thinking about them got him there in a fraction of a second. He skidded to a halt beside St. Peter, who also was looking baffled, a little haggard, and stared, and stared, at the newcomer.

Negan.

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[ceganslilsunshine]

"Hey you." Negan smiled widely at the display in front of him, shutting the front door behind him as he spoke. "Enjoying yourself?" 

Carl innocently looked up at his dad's friend from the couch he was laying on, smirking slightly the closer the man came. He was wearing an impressively small pair of shorts and a tight fitting shirt. "Yeah." He replied simply, eyeing Negan the whole way he walked over to him. 

"Move your scrawny ass over." Negan demanded, simply lifting Carl's legs long enough for him to slide under. His hand remained wrapped around one of his slender calves as they rested on his lap. He couldn't help himself. Carl had a way of getting what he wanted. 

Negan glanced up at the television, curious to see what Carl chose to entertain himself with, and saw the opening of "law and order" flash on the screen. He scoffed. "You really like watching this shit?" He asked curiously. 

"Yeah. This or forensic files." 

"You and your weird ass shows..." Negan said nonchalantly, earning him a firm kick to the thigh. 

"Ouch" he exclaimed, feigning the pain as he dramatically rubbed his leg, "You're so mean to me! I'll tell your dad on you!" 

"Whatever." Carl grinned widely, comfortably stretching his own legs back out on Negan's lap again. "You don't even have to be here watching my "weird ass shows." I don't need a babysitter." 

"Yeah but you and I both know you're glad to see me." The man winked, rubbing Carl's calf with his thumb. The boy glared at him silently, feeling a blush creep onto his otherwise pale cheeks. 

"What do you mean by that ?" He asked, panic coming to his eyes at the possibility of him knowing. 

"I know how much you like me, kid. " The wide grin that slowly curled Negan's lips made Carl's blush intensify by tenfold. He felt his veins run cold at the realization. 

Negan chuckled, "Awww look at that pretty red face~" 

"You're an asshole." Carl bit back defensively; heart pounding. "How long have you known!?"

"Awww! Don't be like that," Negan leaned over top of Carl, wrapping his arms around him. "Awhile~ but it was fun to make you think I didn't." He reassured, pecking Carl's red cheek quickly before abruptly getting up from the couch entirely. 

Carl's hand immediately went to hold the place Negan kissed, wide eyed from the unexpected affection. Negan left him on the couch properly confused and flustered and he sat up once the man was out of view. He watched Negan make his way into the kitchen.

 "You hungry?" The man asked, completely dropping the previous subject as though it never happened as he rummaged through the refrigerator.  "Hmm.. they didn't leave many options for us to cook. Want me to order a pizza?" 

"Um, yeah okay. " Carl agreed, still quite shaken from the encounter. His mind was a fucking mess now. Negan kissed him on the cheek, so that meant he wasn't upset right? Maybe he actually didn't mind the idea- that  maybe he only did it to make him feel like everything was okay between them? Or was he just teasing him for it?..

Negan ordered the pizza quickly, and sat down on the couch adjacent to the one Carl was on. Negan was pleased with himself to see how red Carl's face was. He probably broke the poor thing with the kiss on the cheek. He was just sitting there staring off into space.Hell, the poor kid would probably cream his jeans if he gave him a real kiss. He had to admit, the idea of seeing Carl all hot and bothered for him did a lot more than it should have. To know Carl had a thing for him was just one more reason to enjoy coming over. He knew it was probably just all the hormones running through him- all the fun shit that came with being a senior just finally catching up to him. He doubted this little crush would last long, but even so, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to bust the kid's balls about it. Give them something to joke about in the years to come. 

Carl was glaring daggers at him now, "so you're just going to pretend you don't know? Like before?" He asked bitterly, with a hint of fear tinging his voice.

 He didn't want Negan to think of him differently- or at least not worse. He'd been best friends with Rick for years, which was why he was asked to check up on him while he and Lori went away on a vacation for their anniversary. Him and Carl had gotten pretty close over that time too. The little teases and the compliments he made towards him were innocent to onlookers but they became much more to Carl. The lingering hugs, and the way he'd positively call him 'his baby boy'.... all of those things just added up until the poor kid was hopelessly in love with him.  

"On the contrary" Negan smirked. 

"In fact I don't think I'm gonna let you live this one down." He said with a beaming smile. 

Oh God. Carl's stomach churned. "Negan please don't- " 

 "Why not? Seeing you get all worked up over Daddy's best friend…even if it's just a little kiss on the cheek..."

 Carl's heart throbbed as he listened to the man, his blue eyes focused on the wolfish ones staring back. He cursed himself for ever thinking of Negan as anything more than the dick he was. 

 "…showing off in those tiny little shorts for me…" he continued. "Like you're just waiting for me to feel you up. Don't pretend I don't know what you've been trying to do, kid. It's no secret to me."

"Stop…" Carl said, suddenly very self conscious. He thought Negan would like them, that in some sick way, he'd actually take pleasure in seeing him wear them. He was so, so wrong.  He didn't expect to be made fun of by him either though. He'd seen the way he'd reduced others to tears with his relentless tormenting, but he'd never been on the receiving end before. Negan was the person he went to for everything. He couldn't help but feel hurt that he was belittling his feelings this way.

Embarrassment turned his cheeks a deeper shade of crimson, and all he wanted to do was run away. 

" Tell me Carl, you ever think about me sneaking up into your room at night and crawling into bed with you, or you sitting on my lap while I tell you what a good boy you are? Bet you'd just love calling me Daddy, huh ?" The man poked further, laughing at the look of panic and despair that Carl had. 

"That's…  not funny." He felt like he was stripped naked before him- nothing hiding his most hidden desires and Negan was exploiting them for his own amusement. He used it as ammunition to hurt him with, and took pleasure in doing so, like he did with everyone else. Carl thought he was off limits to that kind of treatment. He thought he was special to Negan... His heart completely shattered. 

Carl suddenly got up from the couch, hiding his face behind his long hair and he tried to speak."Why- how could you think what I feel for you is funny?" 

"Aww, I'm only playing." Negan reassured teasingly, but he realized a beat too late that maybe he'd misjudged the kid. His grin slowly faded.

 As much as he got off on seeing Carl get flustered, he could tell he'd genuinely upset him this time. "Oh shit kid…" he sighed, "Carl I didn't realize…" 

He could see moisture glazing over Carl's eyes and he knew he made a big fucking mistake. The sight alone made his heart drop. "Carl… I was only playing! I didn't know you actually cared that much- " 

Carl stormed off towards the stairwell, utterly humiliated and broken hearted. "Fuck you, Negan." Carl interrupted quietly, in a voice so unlike his own. He held back his tears of frustration as he disappeared up the steps.  

"Carl." Negan called back desperately. "get your ass back here..." 

Negan heard the boy's bedroom door slam shut and he couldn't help but groan. Guilt filled his chest. He wasn't sure how the hell to fix this one… 

The pizza arrived not long after and Negan cursed at himself when the kid didn't come back down. He was too pissed off at himself to eat. He tossed it into the fridge before deciding he should go. 

-_-_-_-_-_-

"What's going on with you and Carl lately?" Rick asked curiously, making his final shot at Negan's pool table, winning the game.  "you guys get in a fight or something?" 

Negan sighed at the mention of it. "I was fucking around, like I always do… went too far this time." 

Rick's face scrunched in a mixture of concern and confusion, "what do you mean?" 

"I told him I knew he had a thing for me and I was teasing him about it. I was just busting his balls but... I hurt him pretty bad. I broke his fucking heart, Rick." He admitted honestly, rubbing his temple to help release the tension he felt in his head. 

"Oh." Was all the man said, understanding completely. He recalled the conversation they once had about the way Carl was when it came to Negan. He knew Carl had a huge crush on him, and tried to protect his little secret from Lori as much as he could. God knows what would have happened if she found out he was into him. "I can't say I'm not happy about it. Carl needed to get over his little crush on you."

"I wouldn't call it little. I thought it was just teenage hormones n shit… but fuck...watching him walk away made me feel like shit" Negan said, staring up at the wall on his garage. "I made him cry, Rick... I made my boy cry. I don't want to be the asshole that broke his heart for the first time... "

"You've broken plenty of hearts." He reminded him with a pointed look. Negan was a hardcore player. At least he used to be when they first met. It cracked him up to hear about all the girls had he left behind (and maybe felt a little bad for them too) But with Carl? As bad as he felt for saying it, he knew it needed to happen. " that explains why hes been held up in his room at least." 

Dammit. He audibly sighed. He almost wished Rick didn't tell him that he'd locked himself away from the world.  Negan's chest ached knowing how badly he'd scorned him.

 "Yeah, but Carl's my little badass. I hate the idea of him not wanting to come around me anymore. I said some really insensitive shit..." 

"He'll get over it. He's a tough kid." 

"Yeah…. I hope so." Negan said just to end the conversation. He couldn't let Rick know how much he was dwelling on it. He wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with him. The thought of Carl getting over him shouldn't bother him as much as it did. He was way too young for him. Not to mention the fact that his dad was his best friend AND the town sheriff. It had fucked up written all over it but he couldn't help but want to apologize and give the poor kid everything he wanted and more. He fucking loved that boy. He never wanted to hurt him.  

It had been a few weeks since he saw Carl, and it wasn't for lack of trying. He would text him and get nothing back.

Rick would let him know he was going to Negan's house and asked if he wanted to come, or he'd let him know he'd be over for the evening and that Negan wanted to see him. Nothing. 

 Negan would even make it a point to show up a bit earlier than normal just to catch a glimpse of the little brat. No luck there. Even Rick was starting to get worried. Lori had given up on trying to get him out of his room days ago. By this time, Negan was fucking desperate to see him. Between the constant dreams involving him and the heartache he had, there was no way in hell he could deny how much he missed his boy. The guilt was fucking killing him. 

Enough was enough one morning when Negan decided he was going to see Carl one way or another. It was a Saturday morning, and Negan came over bright and early with the excuse of wanting to go with Rick to a department store. 

"Alright where's that boy at? I'm tired of not seeing his angsty ass." He demanded. 

Rick shook his head with a chuckle. "He's still in bed. Probably wont be up for another hour or two at least." 

"Huh." Negan said,"Looks like Carl's gonna get one hell of a wake up call then." He said matter of factly as he sauntered towards the stairs. 

"You're gonna piss him off even worse." Rick warned with a hint of amusement to his voice. 

"He can be as pissed off as he wants but he's going with us today." He called back from half way upstairs. Once he got to the second floor, he immediately walked to the bedroom he knew was Carl's and pounded on the door a couple times. 

Carl was woken abruptly by the sound of someone banging on his door. He scrambled to sit up just as he heard a familiar voice shout, "Good morning sunshine~" 

A pit filled his stomach. "Negan?" He asked incredulously as the door slammed open and revealed the figure on the other side. He walked in uninvited and Carl, lethargic and on edge, shouted, "What the hell are you doing in my room?" 

"Getting your mopey ass out of bed, that's what." He said, tugging the blankets away from Carl. "You're coming with us today whether you like it or not."

"No. Leave me alone." Carl grabbed the blanket from Negan's hand and flopped back down with it. The stubborn man kept ahold of it, and purposefully ended up on the bed too. 

"Get off." Carl demanded, flipping around to avoid looking at the man sitting beside him. 

"Not a chance kid." Negan stayed firm. "I haven't seen or heard from you in weeks. You're getting your ass up and spending time with me."

"I don't want to." Carl bit back, "you're a fucking asshole." 

Ouch. Okay. So maybe it was a lot worse than he thought. "Carl." Negan began once more, much softer this time, "I admit it. I was an asshole. I got carried away and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, kid." 

"What the hell ever. I told you to stop and you just kept going."

"Fucking hell, kid.." the man sighed, placing a hand on Carl's arm. "I thought you just wanted the attention like every other hormonal teen. I wouldn't have said that shit if I knew how serious you were… I felt like shit about it after I saw how bad I hurt you. " 

Carl remained quiet, unsure what to say and the annoying burning sensation of tears in his eyes only made him feel worse. 

"Baby boy" Negan whined, laying down and curling an arm around him. Carl was still warm and soft from sleep, and Negan couldn't help but want to kiss that bony shoulder that poked out of his oversized shirt. "I mean it. I'm sorry." 

"Fine. You're sorry." Carl sighed begrudgingly, "Just stop calling me that…" 

"Why?" Negan protested, "I've always called you my baby boy." 

"It's different now…" Carl wasn't proud of the fact he'd gotten off to Negan calling him that and now the words became a sore reminder of what he'd been made fun off.

"Oh, is that right? " Negan huffed quietly. The man hummed in thought. Maybe the kid actually did have a bit of a daddy kink after all. He couldn't stop his mischievous grin from forming. No wonder the kid reacted so dramatically when he pulled that card… 

"different how?"

"You know what I mean. I'm not going to spell it out for you." 

"Oh I see…" Negan grinned widely, "So you like it when I call you that, sweetheart?" The man propped himself up on an elbow while his other hand gently ran across Carl's arm. 

If Carl wasn't awake before, he certainly was now. He hadn't heard Negan talk to him in that voice before. "More than I should have." He said honestly, not seeing how there could be any more damage from telling the truth. The low chuckle behind him startled him a bit. It wasn't like the ones from before.

"So you probably have thought about calling me daddy then..." Negan mused. The idea was pretty fucking hot if he was going to be honest.

There was no real bite to his words as he turned to face him. "I thought you said you weren't going to make fun of me for it."

"That's a yes." the man smiled widely. 

"For someone trying to apologize for being a dick you're not doing a very good job at it." Carl huffed back quietly. 

"I know." The man grinned, happy to at least be able to see his boy's face. "I've missed you kid." He murmured honestly, bringing a hand to rest on one of Carl's red tinted cheeks. 

"Me too…" the boy murmured back, shyly. 

 Silence fell over them both for several moments before Negan made the decision to press a soft kiss to Carl's forehead. "You're still going to be my baby boy, Carl… that's not changing. No matter what okay?" Especially now that he knew how much Carl really felt about it. 

The sincerity of Negan's voice caught him off guard. He searched Negan's eyes for any sign indicating that he wasn't serious,  but there was none. "Okay." 

When Negan focused on those big, glossy doe eyes looking at him so lovingly,  it was game over. His heart swelled at the sight and there was no denying how much the kid cared for him… how much he cared for Carl.

This whole thing had wrong written all over it but hell, his body moved before his brain did, and somehow his lips were now firmly planted on Carl's. 

Carl's mind went blank, besides the galaxies bursting behind his eyes at the realization of what was happening. His mouth instinctively kissed back, slowly and softly, as though savoring each sensation he felt. His whole body caught fire, and Negan felt the boy shiver from head to toe. 

Fuck, he didn't think kissing could feel like this again. He felt like a fucking teenager with his heart pounding so hard and out of breath. It was like Carl's mouth was made for his, and his alone. His mouth moved languidly with Carl's as he felt slender arms curl around his neck. By the time they pulled away for a gasp of air, they were both red faced and panting with want. 

Carl caught his breath, with his mouth agape. He knew Negan just crossed a huge line for him, and he could hardly process what that meant exactly. Not twenty minutes ago he hated the idea of coming face to face with him, and now they were laying in his bed panting. "N-negan. You?…" 

"Yeah." Negan whispered in confirmation, as he sat up. He looked at Carl with a serious expression, "but this shit stays between us okay? Get your ass out of bed and get some clothes on. You're coming with us." 

"O-okay." 

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more of my bratty carl headcanons for ya bc I love it sm

Going to the mall with Rick for Christmas shopping but it’s not even for Carl they need a present for Lori but Carl makes it about himself

They pass Pink and Carl stands outside the store and won’t move until Rick agrees to let him go shop in there

Rick refuses to walk in there “I’m not torturing myself with that overpriced bullshit” ans Carl is like fine gimme your card then

So Rick hands him his debit card and Carl’s in there for a fucking hour and comes back out with two giant bags filled with underwear, pajamas and sweatshirts

Rick checks his bank account app and Carl spent $300 and he just sighs

They go to a family party that none of them want to be at and Carl just makes the situation 10x more intolerable

Carl is the pickiest eater ever and he doesn’t like any of the food so he makes that known

He whines to Lori to take him to Panera because he’s s t a r v i n g

And of course Judith hears Panera and she wants the mac and cheese

And Rick doesn’t wanna be alone at the party so they all leave early and go to Panera

Anyway let’s get into the CEGAN PART OF THIS

Negan is Carl’s next door neighbor that Rick HATES

Whenever Negan and Rick are outside at the same time they’ll just throw insults at each other and Rick will say shit like “WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU MOWED YOUR LAWN” or this classic “YOUR HOUSE IS LOWERING MY PROPERTY VALUE”

When Carl sees Negan he’s all heart eyes and flirty

He’ll purposely drop shit and bend over to pick it up in the most flirty way possible

He makes it his mission to be in the least amount of clothes as possible when theres the slightest chance he’ll run into Negan

Negan notices this shit of course and even asks Rick how old Carl is and that pisses Rick off so much

Negan finds out Carls 17 almost 18

Carl sneaks out one night and goes to Negan’s house and says “My car broke down can I stay here tonight it’s so cold out here” even though he doesn’t have a car and his house is literally RIGHT THERE

But obviously Negan goes along with Carl’s game and lets him stay

Carl makes himself at home and he’s just walking around in a crop top and his new underwear from Pink

They last about fifteen minutes before Carl’s giving him a lap dance as “payment” for him staying at his house

a price Carl’s more than willing to pay

lap dance turns to grinding grinding turns to handjob handjob turns to blowjob and blowjob turns to straight up fucking on Negan’s couch

they literally fuck everywhere that night: kitchen table, coffee table, bed, desk, countertops, bathtub, shower

Negan has a whole shit load of names for Carl his favorites are wifey, princess, little girl, daddys slut, kitten etc

Carl stays with Negan until the next night

They make spaghetti together and Negan thinks he’s smooth and tries to do the lady and the tramp thing but Carl bites the piece of pasta and just leans across the table and makes out with him because he “doesn’t want sauce on his new shirt”

Negans new favorite thing to do is grab Carl’s ass at every given time

That night Negan brings Carl home and Rick answers the door and to say he’s pissed is an understatement

The iconic “I brought him home safe and sound, and I fed him spaghetti”

Rick grabs Carl and brings him inside and slams the door and asks Carl what the fuck happened and Carl shrugs and says “I got what I wanted, and I’ll get it again soon” and then walks away with a fucking limp

Lori has stop Rick from blowing up Negan’s house that night

Carl does get what he wants again, and again at least 3 times a week when he sneaks over while his dads working

Negan tells him “Out of all the pussies I’ve fucked, yours is by far my favorite” And Carl’s heart almost explodes

if someone rps this with me u have no idea how happy I’d be jfc

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Tom Holland talking about having dinner with Robert Downey Jr while filming Avengers (requested by anon).

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‘Unclaimed Sub’ - coming soon on AO3

by @snowstark & @professional-benaddict

Unclaimed subs end up in government run institutions. Everyone knows that. So far, Peter has managed to avoid getting in trouble for being an unclaimed sub. However, one fateful night, he ends up in the hands of hospital staff who cannot let him go without a Dom’s signature.

Should Doctor Stark call the D/s department about Peter, or should he claim the sub for himself?

EDIT: read it here

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