Your local Halloween carnival always went all out. Games, rides, costume contests, and of course, a haunted house. You were attending with your new boyfriend, waiting in line for the haunted house, anticipation building. You were looking forward to the fun of being scared together, getting to cling to his arm, outrunning costumed ghouls together, screaming and holding hands. That's not what happened though.Â
It started out fine, the two of you shared nervous giggles while anticipating jumpscares. But as you went through more and more rooms and the scares got more elaborate your boyfriend started to unravel. He started blaming you for âdragging him inâ, and saying that he'd never agree to your date ideas again. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and tell yourself that he was just joking, but he kept sounding more and more serious.Â
Eventually you came to what seemed to be the last room. It was a long, dim hall, pretty much empty, the only stand out feature being the large âEXITâ sign over the door opposite you.
You both tentatively started down the hall, wary of anything that could come popping out at you. When you got about halfway through and nothing happened you eased slightly, until you both heard the unmistakable sound of a chainsaw revving up behind you. You both turned and your blood ran cold as you saw a large man dressed in all black and a skull mask, standing in the doorway the two of you had entered from. Even with all the intentionally creaky floorboards and door hinges, he hadn't made a sound until he wanted you to know he was there.
You both stood there stunned, staring at the massive dark figure. The man in the mask just stared back for a few moments, before taking several steps forward, heavy boots hitting the ground purposefully. Your boyfriend lost it. Instead of taking you by the hand and pulling you toward the exit with him, he shoved you back, sending you tumbling onto your hands and knees in front of the masked man, while he took off and ran out the door by himself.Â
You couldn't believe it. And neither could the chainsaw man apparently, as he stopped and stared again in front of you. He flipped a switch on the (bladeless, now that you got a better look at it) chainsaw, and set it down as he kneeled closer to you.Â
âAre you⊠alright?â He asked. His voice sounded like how he looked. It was deep, and rough. Perfect for a skull faced chainsaw serial killer, but it was obvious that he wasn't putting on a scare act at the moment, in fact he was trying to soften himself at least a little, that was just what he sounded like apparently.Â
âI'm fine,â you grit out, trying to keep a lid on your rage. The man helped you to your feet, and noticed that you had a pretty large scrape on your knee.
âYou're bleeding,â he said, motioning to your scrape. Through the adrenaline and anger you hadn't even noticed it yet. The man sighed and gingerly reached for your hand.
âC'mon, there's a first aid kit in one of the rooms back this way. Let's patch that up.â
He led you back down the hall, and through a hidden door to a new room. It was much brighter, and cluttered. It was decorated like a hospital torture chamber, with exam tables with leather straps, lots of dangerous looking medical instruments, and of course, fake blood everywhere. But, there were also a few unrelated props and set pieces.Â
âThis room's not in use tonight, so it's doubling as a storage space,â the man explained, seemingly having noticed you eyeing the mismatched props. In the better lighting you also noticed that his entire front was spattered with more fake blood. You sat on one of the metal exam tables while he rummaged behind some props for a real first aid kit.
Once he'd found it he kneeled in front of you again, dabbing your knee with antiseptic. You whinced and sniffled, and when the man looked back at your face he could see tears welling in your eyes. He pulled back, worry flashing in his eyes.
âM'sorry, am I hurtinâ you?â
âNo, it's not you! It's just- that asshole! I can't believe he threw me at you! I'm so embarrassed!â You yelled, frustrations finally boiling over.
He sighed again. âYeah, never seen that one before. But you've got nothing to be embarrassed about, love,â he said as he stuck bandages over your broken skin.
Suddenly he looked up at you again with a glint of something in his eyes.Â
âDo you wanna get back at him?â He asked.
You weren't sure what he had planned yet, but you nodded anyway.
His eyes crinkled at the corners, he must've been smiling under the mask.
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Dominique had a fake smile plastered on her face as her date droned on and on about his boring ass job. She was going to kill her friend for setting her up on this blind date. It was by far the worst date sheâs ever been on. They literally had nothing in common and he was such a jackass. The way he was being rude to the staff was a complete turn off.Â
They were almost finished with their meal and he still was going on and on about⊠she wasnât really sure what he was talking about now. She been stopped listening. She sighed and picked up her wine glass, and let her gaze wander around the room. She looked over at the booth in the corner and she was hit with a flashback. That was where her and Jon sat during their first date. She let out a little chuckle when she remembered that he had knocked her wine glass over, spilling it on her dress and in his haste to help her clean off he also knocked his drink over.Â
âDominique, did you hear what I said?â Dominique turned her attention back to ⊠she wanted to say his name was Marcus. Yeah she was 100% sure his name was Marcus. âDominique.â He said again getting irritated that she wasnât answering him.Â
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Dominique plastered a smile on her face. âNo sorry, I didn't hear what you said.âÂ
Marcus scoffed. âI said, do you wanna head back to my place?â Dominique let out a laugh and got up from the table. This had to be a prank. Her friends were definitely pranking her. Grabbing her bag, she walked out of the restaurant, ignoring Marcus calling her name.Â
She let out a frustrated scream as she got into her car. This was her fourth date since she and Jon broke up and they all sucked. She wasnât going to lie she missed Jon. He was the perfect man for her but his job kept him on the road and away from her and she wasnât used to that. He would only be in town for two days and then have to leave.Â
On her way back to her apartment, she called her friend Ishana to tell her about the date.Â
âLet that be the last time you set me up with anybody. He was boring as fuck.â Dominique grumbled out rolling her eyes when Ishana laughed on the other end of the phone.Â
âIâm sorry Dom. I thought yâall wouldâve been a good match.â Ishana said laughing when Dominique scoffed. âWas it really that bad?âÂ
âYes!â Dominique yelled out. âHe would hardly let me talk. He would ask me a question then cut me off like the fuck. Then had the nerve, the audacity to ask me to go back to his place.â Ishana cringed. Marcus seemed like a cool dude at work.Â
âShit, well donât let that outfit go to waste, let's get drunk.âÂ
Jon was being a party pooper and he knew it. All of his friends were out on the dance floor and he was sitting at the booth, staring at pictures of him and Dominique. He missed her like crazy. He looked up from his phone when somebody dropped down into the seat next to him.Â
âUce. you good?â Joe asked, picking up his beer and taking a sip. Jon didnât say anything, he just shrugged and started looking at more pictures. âCome on, man. You gotta get over her.â Sighing Joe grabbed Jonâs phone out of his hand and pocketed it. âListen man, some women can get with our lifestyle and some canât.âÂ
âYeah I know that Joe.â Jon said not bothering to try to get his phone back. He wasnât in the mood to fight with Joe tonight.Â
âWell then come on and drink with us. Be sad tomorrow.â Jon rolled his eyes and took the shot Joe handed him. Laughing when Joe cheered him on. âIâm gonna go dance with my woman, no more sulking.â Joe said, pointing a finger at Jon.Â
âCan I atleast get my phone back!â Jon yelled out. Either the music in the club was too loud and Joe didnât hear him or Joe did hear him and was ignoring him. Grunting, Jon got up from the booth and headed over to the bar, after ordering another drink he leaned his back against the bar, scanning the club. There were some cute women there but none as breathtaking as Dominique.Â
âYo!â The bartender called out. Turning around, Jon thanked him and took a sip of his drink. His thoughts shifted back over to Dominique, he wondered what she was doing and if she was thinking about him. Yeah, he couldnât stay here. All he wanted to do was go home. He didnât even know why he agreed to come out.Â
Walking over to his cousin, he tapped him on the shoulder. âYo Joe. Iâm not feeling it. Iâm just gonna head home.â He yelled over the music. Joe rolled his eyes and gave Jon his phone back.Â
âAre you sure youâre okay to drive?â Joeâs wife asked.Â
âYeah I didnât drink that much.â Saying goodbye to them Jon made his way out of the club. Once in his car he pulled up his and Dominiqueâs text thread. He sighed as he looked at the message he typed but didnât send.Â
Domđ: I love you so much u donât even understand.Â
Jonâs finger hovered over the send button. He jumped when someoneâs car alarm started to go off. His jumping caused his finger to slip and press the blue arrow sending the message.Â
âOh fuckâÂ
Dominique decided to not go out with Ishana, she just wanted to take a bubble bath and go to sleep. Sighing she slipped deeper into the water, closing her eyes. She remembered when she and Jon would take bubble baths together as soon as he came home. That was their time to talk about their week. There were plenty of times when she would do all the talking, Jon falling asleep to the sound of her voice, like he did many times when he was on the road.Â
Pushing her thoughts of Jon into the back of her mind. Dominique finished her bath, after drying off and moisturizing her body, she climbed into bed. After finding some random show to fall asleep to on Netflix she closed her eyes. She was almost asleep when her phone buzzed. Thinking it was Ishana checking up on her, she grabbed it off her nightstand.Â
Her heart started pounding when she saw who actually texted her. No, somebody had to have his phone and was playing a joke on her. Opening up the text message, she bit her lip as she read the message again. She was about to lock her phone back when another message came through.Â
Jon â€ïžâđ„ đ: Shit
Jon â€ïžâđ„ đ: I didnât mean thatÂ
Jon â€ïžâđ„ đ: I mean i do
Jon â€ïžâđ„ đ: Fuck
Laughing, Dominique texted him back.Â
To Jon â€ïžâđ„ đ: I love you too, goodnight
Let me know what you guys think. Hopefully this one is 2 parts.
Iâm searching for this Daryl Dixon one shot where the reader is asked for help by Pete(asshole from season 5 or 6) and he basically tryâs to assault her and Daryl beats him.
The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader
Part 6
summary: Ghostâs sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes
call sign: Freyja
warning: implied sexual content, MDNI
Note: PART 6 HAS ARRIVED! Thank you for all of your support! A special thank you to @lethalchiralium and @peachesofteal for workshopping with me, per usual, and being my beta!
Enjoy and blessed be!
(p.s. ghost drinking an orange sodie lol)
Part 5, Part 7
Simon could hear his daughterâs screams as he came up the walkway to their front door, duffel slung over his shoulder. He had returned from a month-long deployment an hour ago and only allowed himself enough time to debrief and return his weapons once on base before hopping in his car and heading home.
He entered the house, still in full gear (mask and all), to find his heavily pregnant wife pacing the living room, their crying daughter in her arms. Her eyes and cheeks were red when she turned to the door, sobbing in relief at the sight of him.
âOh, sweetheart. Whatâs going on?â he asked, dropping his bag by the door and going to her.
âShe has a-a cold.â
âI can see that.â He wiped at the snot and drool on Joanieâs lip with his glove. âWhereâs Roach?â
âHe went to pick König up. You didnât see him?â
âNo. Mustâve just missed âim.â When Price handed out assignments for their most recent deployment, Roach had offered (more like decided) to stay with Freyja for the duration of his absence. With König also deployed, it made sense for him to help her with the baby and housekeeping while Simon was gone. Better than staying on base â alone â for a month. Knowing someone was in the house with his family made him feel better about leaving for such an extended period, especially with his track record. The last time he had left the country, leaving his pregnant spouse behindâŠ
Simon rubbed his daughterâs back, his heartstrings tugging at the thought of her being in pain. âGive âer here, Iâll take a turn.â
âSi, no, you must be exhausted-â
âI am exhausted, which means Iâm in no mood to argue. Go to bed, love, please.â
His pleading didnât seem to affect her as she went back to doing laps around the couch. âThe doctor said thereâs nothing we can do. It just has to pass. Iâve tried everything. Chest salve, shower steam, saline â nothingâs working. Every-Every time we put her down or sit down, the screaming just gets worse. Canât stopâŠmoving, and your son is kicking the shit out of me-â
This was ironic, considering how Joan only kicked when Simon or one of their friends spoke or touched her belly. Now, their son only ever kicked for her.
âFreyja.â
She stopped her rambling and found he had stepped into her path; he firmly held her biceps and dragged his hands up and down. Freyja sniffled as another tear slipped down her cheek. No singular word could describe how she felt (and probably looked). Drained, fatigued, beaten, dog-tired; none quite did the trick.
âYou look like shit. You need to get some rest.â
âNo, Simon, please just go toâŠbed.â
Soon as Ghost took Joan and returned to massaging her spine, her wails simmered to quiet whimpers as she cuddled into him. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, little fingers hanging from the collar of his shirt to the top of his vest. Their baby was getting big, her senseless baby talk beginning to lean more toward coherent vocabulary. When Joanie cried a soft âDadaâ against his neck, Freyja started to sob harder, the heels of her palms dug into her eyes.Â
Shit. âWhatâs wrong? She stopped screaming bloody murder. Thatâs a good thing.â
âIâve been trying to calm her down for hours! You come home, and after five minutes, youâve fixed it. She hates me! She fucking hates me!â
âFrey, look at me.â He stopped comforting Joan for a moment to tilt his wifeâs chin up, forcing her to listen to him. When she did, he took his hand back. âBabies see their mothers as an extension of themselves. She knows your heartbeat and breathing sounds; she gets food from youâŠâ
âOf course I do. I want to be the best for them and you.â He pulled her into his chest with one arm, his covered lips pressing into her hair. âYou are her mother. I could never take your place. Youâre her home. But Iâve been gone for a month, and Iâve never been away from her this long. Thereâs something to be said about missing her dad and wanting some comfort.â
When Simon brushed her tears away, she turned to kiss his palm, then rested her cheek there. Freyja didnât know how, but her husband sure had a way with words, always knowing how to make her feel better.Â
âBetter?â
âMhm,â she hummed and, before she could reach to pull his mask up, Joanie whined in frustration, kicking her legs impatiently, about to start up again. Simon chuckled and let his wife go, his heavy boots thunking against the hard floor as he began what would be a long night of getting his steps in.Â
âGood. Now do as Daddy tells you and go to bed. Donât make me tell you again.â
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Coming up on the end of her pregnancy, the âwaddlingâ stage was in full swing. If Freyja thought she was big just before Joan was born, she was almost certainly a whale now, and she was losing energy much faster than before. This time around, though, they were sure to schedule a c-section for the week before her due date. The OB didnât put up much of an argument with her medical history and Joanâs early arrival.
Her phone pinged again as she rounded the corner toward her husbandâs office.
And again.
Joanâs irritable whines became more evident as she closed in on her destination. âSi, I can only move so fast.â
âOh, thank god.â Ghost detached Joanâs iron grip from his mask while she was distracted. She continued to kick her little legs against him, trying to get away. âSheâs antsy. I canât get her down for shit. Sheâs sick of me.â
He wheeled his chair around the desk and tugged her missing sock back on (to her protest) until he reached the other side and placed her feet on the floor. âSee? Mumâs here. Go see her,â he cooed, her tiny hands gripping his thumbs for support.
âDad Ghostâ as she had lovingly coined Simon in his work attire, was a walking contradiction. An arguably massive man, a masked mystery to majority of the population on base, snapping otherwise cocky and egotistical soldiers back in line. Still, no one dared to laugh as he screamed at them for poor technique or a lackluster performance with a blonde baby on his hip or strapped to his back. It never failed to make her want to giggle, hearing such a soft, gentle tone from the big scary skull plate affixed to his balaclava.Â
Freyja was halfway across the room when he stood their daughter between his comically large boots. âShe wonât go that far,â she admonished. âIf you give her too big of a task, sheâs not going to even try-â
As if sensing her motherâs doubt, Joan took a steady step forward, still holding Simonâs hands in deep concentration. Then another, and another â
Until he couldnât stretch forward anymore, and she let go, hobbling towards Freyja until she stumbled at her feet, letting out a soft baby grunt.
They both stared at each other in silence, eyes wide and mouths agape in shock. Neither spoke for a good minute, until Joanie pulled herself up again by Freyjaâs cargo pants, babbling, âMum mum mum mummmâ, gnawing at the thick material and looking up with big, brown eyes.
âDid she justâŠ?â
âI told you, sheâs bloody brilliant.â Simon shot up to scoop the baby and place her in his wifeâs waiting arms.
âMy big, smart girl! I canât believe it!â She squealed and giggled as Freyja peppered her face in fat, wet kisses and gently shook her. Ghost joined in, playfully nibbling at the rolls on the other side through the black material covering his face. Joanie smacked them both away, screaming with joy. Amongst all the commotion, Price stopped in the doorway on his way to their brief (which they were about to be late for).Â
âWhatâs going on here?â he asked, fists on his hips in faux anger. âI thought we had an understanding! No fun at work without Granddad.â
âWe officially have a walker on our hands!â
Price gasped and crossed the room in an instant. âAnd I missed it?!â He shoved the stack of mission folders at the lieutenant and stole his granddaughter from her mother, hiking her high up on his waist. âYou walked without me? Iâm offended, little miss, but Iâll settle for a victory lap.â
He plucked his green bucket hat off the top of his head and dropped it onto hers, earning a high-pitched shriek of delight when it covered her face. âLetâs roll, everybody. Weâve got a meeting to get to,â he commanded before marching down the hall. âOi, lads! She walked!â
A chorus of cheers broke out in the distance, followed by a wall-shaking group chant, âJoanie! Joanie! Joanie!â
Freyja just stood there, pouting, arms crossed atop her belly. âJust once, Iâd like to celebrate our babyâs milestones in peace.â
âYou know thatâs not possible, love.â Ghost chuckled next to her, offering a single pat to her ass as they headed to the briefing. While neither of them would be going, it was their job to know what was going on during their impending absence. The ruckus started to die down when the couple sat, and the others followed suit. Soap placed a mug of peppermint tea in front of her, which she thanked him for, and Laswell, Gaz, and Soap filed around the table.
âKÓ§nig and Roach should be here shortly,â Price said, bouncing Joan on his lap as Ghost passed out manila folders.
Gaz checked his watch with a furrowed brow. âItâs five past. Maybe they forgot?â
âJust give them a few minutes. Iâm sure theyâll be here.â
âHis office was closed, so heâs definitely in there. I can go grab âim. Itâs no trouble,â he offered, the metal legs of his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up.
âBe my guest, Sergeant,â Freyja hummed, making eye contact with John as she sipped her tea, hiding her mischievous grin behind the cup. She waited for an appropriate amount of time, about how long it would take to take ten paces up the hall before she held up five fingers.Â
âYouâre a demon.â
âFive, four, three, twoâŠâ
âVerdammt nochmal!âÂ
Thereâs a loud bang, eerily similar to the sound of a six-foot-six body slamming into the floor. Boots thunder against the ground until Gaz appears in the doorway again, eyes wide and blushing like a madman.
âGenau deshalb habe ich das MilitĂ€r verlassen, keiner von euch hat den Anstand, verdammt noch mal anzuklopfen!â
âDidnât knock, did you.â
âNope.â
âHow bad?â
König stomped into the meeting, red as a tomato as he jerked his long, tangled (read: freshly fucked) hair into a knot at the base of his neck before slipping his hood on. Roach walked in behind him, grinning like an absolute idiot (read: clearly the one doing the fucking), albeit a bit flush, and his clothes untucked and wrinkled as he plopped beside John.Â
âAt least I didnât get knifed this time.â
âDer Tag ist noch jung, Unteroffizier.â
âI donât know what that means, but it sounded like a threat.â
âIt was,â Freyja sang, her body shaking as she attempted to withhold laughter.
By the time Price had finished divulging the details of the op scheduled for the end of the month (which was also around the time of her c-section, which left Freyja and those deploying disappointed), Joanie had escaped his hold to crawl across the table and landed in her motherâs lap. She sat back against Freyâs round belly, happily gnawing on a teething ring while the captain combed her fingers through her soft, blonde curls.Â
John cleared his throat and leaned back, tipping the chair on its back legs. âSoâŠIn a shocking turn of events, Roach is the topââ
âWHAT DID YOU SAY, CAPTAIN?!â Soap screeched after choking on his coffee, leaving a stain on his shirt as it dripped from his nose.
âOh, mein GottâŠâÂ
âI donât know. What did I say, Sergeant?â
Across the table, Roach held his lips between his teeth as he wheezed, quickly signing, âOnly for my king.â
âPLEASE PLĂTZE! Stop talking!â König, finally deciding heâd had enough, shot up from his seat and practically sprinted out of the room, almost bonking his head on the door frame on his way out. A moment later, he stormed back in and snagged his forgotten file awaiting him in Roachâs outstretched hand before turning back out.
Biting his lip, Soap muttered, âInterestingâŠâ to himself, eyeing the Austrianâs retreating form before flicking back over to Roach. The Brit was already looking at him, probably having heard him being sat next to him. He winked with a devilish smirk, and practically purred, âSâalright, happens tae th' best o' us.â
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A few days shy of their next mission, and the birth of the newest Riley, the gang gathered around their living room for one last game night before Roach, König, Soap, and John departed for another mission. Roach and König were less than pleased to be missing the birth of their godson, but it couldnât be helped.
Kyle placed a red eight down on the stack of cards, ending his turn. âCâmon, mate, whatâs the wildest thing youâve done on a mission?â he prodded, raising a brow in Simonâs direction. âYou know all our stories. Itâs only fair.â
The two shared a knowing look, and Freyja giggled once before Kyle interrupted, âBesides that, you heathens.â
Simon pressed against the kitchen chair he had dragged in for himself, seriously considering what he would consider the most outlandish activity he had partaken in outside of combat. Particularly, that didnât involve screwing his wife in places they shouldnât, like public places, sniper lookouts, cars, or supply closetsâŠ
Before he could drift too far, he caught the saucy side-eye his wife was throwing him from her deep armchair.
âNo.â
Soap peeked up from his hand with a quirked brow. âDoes Ghostie have an embarrassing secret? Now we have to know!â
âItâs not a secret, and Iâm not embarrassed by it just because I donât flaunt it around,â he said, shot back the rest of his whiskey, and replaced his mask. Simon didnât always wear it with their friends; he just so happened to feel inclined to it that night. There was no rhyme or reason as to when he needed the comfort; the urge just came and went as it pleased.Â
He tried his best to sound completely disinterested, hoping the discussion would blow over as he threw down his card. âBlue.â
Unfortunately, his plan did not work, and all interest in their game of Uno was lost. Kyle threw his hand down on the table, completely giddy. âWHAT IS IT?! TELL US!â
Simon groaned, throwing his cards at his wife, who simply laughed. âSee, look what you did.â He sighed and begrudgingly unhooked his mask from behind his ears, tossing that at her too. After a beat, he let his tongue loll out, revealing a silver ball.
Several (if not all) of their jaws dropped, save for Freyjaâs, who was utterly thrilled that this was happening.
Johnny was the first to speak. âIsâŠthatâŠâ he stuttered, staring unabashedly in disbelief.Â
He snapped his mouth shut again once everyone had had a decent look. âAlright, can we move on pleaseââ
The Scot pounced across the space, clearing the coffee table as he knocked Simon out of his chair, taking them both down into a heap on the floor. They wrestled as he tried to dig his fingers into Ghostâs mouth and pry it open again. âLEMME SEE!â
âJOHNNY!â Simon roared, bucking and thrashing his hips in attempt to get the man off, but he quickly scooted up until he sat firmly on his chest, knees pinning his shoulders as he yanked the piercing back out.
âAwe, so thatâs why youâre always fuckinâ like horny teenagers! Oh, ah bet that feels good on your cu-â
âSHUT UP, SOAP!â âTHATâLL DO!âÂ
Freyja whipped her slipper at Johnnyâs head, which he swiftly dodged. Meanwhile, Gaz was face down on the floor, having a fit and struggling to breathe. Price looked like he would actually rather die than endure another moment of the scene unfolding at his feet. KÓ§nig was carefully weaving between people and furniture to remove Soap before he got hurt, and Roach stayed in his spot, mouth open in silent laughter.
Thank God Joanie was a heavy sleeper.
âAre you gonnae sit there ân tell meh that aâm wrong? A husband should always eat arse!â
âJOHNNY, OH MY FUCKING GOD!â
Kyle finally caught his breath and cut back in, âBut does it WORK?!â
Everybody froze, including KÓ§nig, whose hands looped under Johnnyâs armpits, about to extract him. From underneath him, Simon glared up at his wife (who started this whole fucking mess). âFreyjaââ
But Freyja, being the brat she is and loving the chaos, ââŠIt works.â
Simon covered his face with both of his now freed hands, so utterly sick of her shit as the sergeant shook his shoulders, he and Gaz both screaming like madmen. KÓ§nig still hovered over them, ready to remove Johnny if Simon called for it, his red hair up in a neat top knot at the crown of his head. A few strands hung loosely by his ears and at the peak of his forehead, framing his pale skin.
âAAAAAYYYYYY, SO YOU DO GIVE GOOD HEAD!â
He removed his shield at that, looking up at Johnny with a confused expression. âWho said I donât give good head?â
Price flinched with a crinkled nose and grabbed his hat from the back of the couch. âThatâs my cue.â
âScary guys either have monster cock or scary good head,â Kyle stated as if it were pure fact.
âBut he has both.â
âI canât fucking take this.â Simon finally shoved at Johnny and the Austrian lifted him with ease, standing the Scot back on his feet.
Soap dusted off his pants. âDamn, youâll haveâta get oneâa those, Köni,â he teased and turned to face the giant, looking up at him with a boyish grin.Â
Königâs skin, ever the shy one, immediately painted itself a rosy hue, unable to be hidden by any hood or mask. Even Roach was taken by his brashness and turned a little pink himself, choosing to sip his drink. König was, unfortunately, frozen in place, wide eyes staring down at Johnnyâs proud face.
Three seconds pass.
Then two more.
Then three again.
âOH MY GOD, THAT WAS THEM?! The threesome you told me about a few weeks ago, was them?â
With nowhere else to go, König collapsed onto the couch and pulled the neck of his sweater over his face. âVerdammter Himmel, JohnnyâŠâ If he could crawl into a hole and die, he would.
âWhat can ah say? Mâservices are world-class.â
âCan confirm,â Roach added, having put his glass down so he could use both hands to talk.
Johnny raised a brow and dragged his eyes from Roachâs shoes, slowly up his shins, then his thighs and chest before settling on the challenging smirk on his freckled face. ââS that so?â he asked, stepping into the space between Roachâs knees and the table.
Roach simply nodded, looking up at his boyfriend through hooded lashes, resembling a lovesick puppy with shocking accuracy. He knew exactly what he was doing, too, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth. Roach was aâŠtalented flirt, to say the least.
His glass was carefully removed from his hand and placed on a coaster. Without a second thought, Soap wrapped his fingers around Roachâs wrist, dragged it behind his neck, and tossed the man over his shoulder. Gaz gaped, completely dumbfounded into silence â flabbergasted, if you will. He paused in the entryway, looking over his opposite shoulder.
âYou cominâ, Kö?â
König, still tucked away in the corner of the couch, peeked out from the cocoon he had created with his sweater. Even his forehead was tinged red, still. He openly stared for a bit before mustering up enough courage to rise again, and in an impossibly meek voice for such a large man, replied, â...Yes, sir,â and loosely tangled their fingers together.
Kyle threw his hands up then dropped them onto his head, dragging his cap back a bit. âWHAT IS GOING ON?!â
Freyja offered a sympathetic pat, her bottom lip jutted out. Poor Simon, who had returned to his seat, covered his mouth with one palm as he tried to contain his chuckles. He pulled his mask back on after retrieving it from the floor.
âDonât worry, Gaz,â she said and poked his cheek. âWeâll find you a nice girl.â
âI GET AROUND FINE!â He swatted her hand away, glowering at her. âYouâre all just a bunch of slags!â
He jumped up, abandoning his beer and putting his hat back in place. âWhereâs my niece? I need to restore my innocence,â he grumbled, trudging upstairs.
How would the guys react to reader going into mama bear mode on base after bringing their child? Hc
Alrighty sorry for the late reply I was passed out. It's probably gonna be so badđ
141 x black!milf!reader
Price
He honestly just wanted to see the cute kid until you almost ripped him appart when he carried them.
So he basically just watches you and your baby from far away, but sometimes will ask to carry or play with the kid.
He would totally bring them toys or books to play with and read them stories.
Won't let anyone approach the kid if you leave them under his responsibility. That's his kid now.
"Oh hey Captain, Is- Is that your kid..?" "..Yes."
Will wait patiently when you will come back and will try his best to help you without triggering you.
Overall he will be quit scared at first and distant but will warm up a little and tries his best not to punish you too hard when you try to kill others.
Ghost
That man won't even try to approach the kid. His trauma is already enough he don't feel like scaring the child with his appearance.
He would watch you a little amused from afar screaming and about to rip the head off of a rookie who just wanted to play with the kid.
Will honestly be surprised if you let him your kid saying that you trusted him the most among the others.
He will just awkwardly carry the child in his arms and stare down anyone who tries to approach them (mostly Soap and Gaz.) You gave him a mission, he will fulfill it.
"watcha got 'er LT?" "fuck off sergeant you aren't getting 'em."
Overall he won't really pay any mind to you being a mama bear unless you are going feral mode trying to kill someone off.
Bbg Gaz
He would be INLOVE with the kid, that is until you gave him the most nasty stare you could when he got closer to them with his full gear.
He would remind YOU to wash your own hands before touching the baby. He literally doesn't mind you being a mama bear his mother also was one.
Will help you chase people off and legit will ask Price to help him build a little cradle for them to play safely.
"AHHH A BABY OMG IS IT YOURS CAN I CARRY THEM?!" "1 Strop fucking screaming you will wake the baby up 2 No it's my teammates and 3 did you wash yo hands?"
Overall he doesn't mind and will encourage you into being protective of you child here because of the danger and hygiene. You guys look like a little couple ngl
Soap
IS THAT A CHILD??? CAN I CARRY IT?? WAIT CAN I PLAY WITH EM READ EM SOME STORIES???
Will cling to you until you agree for him to carry your baby. He is ready to trade his MRE for that child.
He probably has a lot of cousins or nephews so he knows or to take care of a child. You can trust him I think..
He honestly would think you are overreacting to everything because "Cmon ÂŽs a child f'course it'll get hurt." Asshole fr unless its your first.
Overall you can trust him to keep an eye on your child but he will 100% spoil them and make fun of you if you overreact too much.
FINISHED i apologies if it's bad I never wrote before also im french sorry for the misspellings and misunderstandings.
Itâs called copula deletion, or zero copula. Many languages and dialects, including Ancient Greek and Russian, delete the copula (the verb to be) when the context is obvious.
So an utterance like âyou a bitchâ in AAVE is not an example of a misused you, but an example of a sentence that deletes the copular verb (are), which is a perfectly valid thing to do in that dialect, just as deleting an /r/ after a vowel is a perfectly valid thing to do in an upper-class British dialect.
Whatâs more, itâs been shown that copula deletion occurs in AAVE exactly in those contexts where copula contraction occurs in so-called âStandard American English.â That is, the basic sentence âYou are greatâ can become âYouâre greatâ in SAE and âYou greatâ in AAVE, but âI know who you areâ cannot become âI know who youâreâ in SAE, and according to reports, neither can you get âI know who youâ in AAVE.
In other words, AAVE is a set of grammatical rules just as complex and systematic as SAE, and the widespread belief that it is not is nothing more than yet another manifestation of deeply internalized racism.
Request by @purpledragon04â : Can you write a Daryl x reader where she has a tattoo on the back of her shoulder and itâs his first time seeing it? Season 4
Warnings: Sad fluff
Authorâs note: This one is a little bit shorter than my normal requests but I love it just as much as I love my others.
You and Daryl have been seeing each other for about two months. Your relationship with the silent hunter was rocky at first when you first arrived at the prison, but you were quick to notice his flushed cheeks and lingering stares when he thought you werenât looking. When you confronted him about it, he was quick to deny, but after you pressed your lips against his, he became insatiable.
You smiled at the memory while you lathered yourself in the shower, rubbing off all of the first and sweat that had accumulated throughout the week, not noticing a pair of blue eyes starring into your back. He quickly stripped down and wrapped his arms around your torso, causing you to jump.Â
âJesus Daryl, give a girl a warning,â you joked, leaning into his body as he pressed kisses against our shoulder.
ââm sorry. Didnât know ya had a tat,â he whispered, tracing the pattern causing you to hum, â what is it?â
âShoulder blade. I got in a wreck years ago and had to get my shoulder blade replaced. So I got the tattoo to remember,â you explained, turning in his arms and playing with his hair.
âWhat happened?â
âDrunk driver named Will Dixon,â he froze in your arms causing you to stop, âwhat? Name sound familiar?â You asked in confusion.
âHow long ago?â
â10 years. Why?â
âWhere?â He asked with rigor as you started piecing together parts of the puzzle.Â
âWill Dixon is your dad. Isnât he?â You asked softly as Daryl hung his head in shame, biting his lip.
âDaryl, look at me,â you placed a hand on his cheek but he turned away, âlook at me.â
âYa probably hate me now,â he whispered as you gave him a small smile before pulling him down to a kiss.
âI could never hate you. Accidents happen, I was just at the wrong place and time. Donât beat yourself up over it. It wasnât your fault.â
âStill, he started before you cut him off with another kiss.
âDaryl Dixon, I love you. Always. How about you let me show you?â You asked with a smirk as he looked at you in confusion.
âWha?â
âYouâll see,â you replied, pulling him into a heated kiss.
Authorâs Note: I had another idea about the tattoo, I was thinking about maybe a spine tattoo, maybe the reader had scoliosis and had to get surgery to fix the curvature of the spine and so she got a tattoo of a spine tattooed onto her, but then I reread the requests and this was the product! Hope you enjoyed!
Prompt: âCan you do a mob!Roman Reigns x Pregnant Reader where they are in a meeting and someone disrespects her?â Requested by the lovely @purpledragon04 (Iâm also tagging my girl @ziasaph âcuz she wants all Roman related stories...and I can relate babe! Hahaha)
Word count: Long-ish
Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Pregnant Reader
Warnings: Mob themed related subjects(drugs/gun),cursing,explicit violence,mentions of murder,harassment.
Notes: Iâve always wanted to write something Mob!Roman related but Iâve never had any good ideas,until the amazing @purpledragon04 request this. Iâve had some free time today so I dedicated to write this.So there you have it, I hope you like it babe.đ„° Yâall know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isnât my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if youâd like to(it would make your girl here very happy đ) and if youâre comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated â€ïžYou can check out my other stories typing âmasochist writesâ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now letâs get to the fun part,shall we? Hope youâll enjoy đ
I woke up as soon as the smell of fresh toast and scrambled eggs filled the bedroom, I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful man holding a tray fool of food,shirtless and barefooted with his hair down,only in a pair of black sweatpants that hanged dangerously low on his hips.
âGood morning baby girlâ He softly smiles
âGood morning Roâ
He placed the tray of food on top of the bed on his empty side and approached me kneeling on one knee,placing one big hand on my round belly,pecking my lips,looking at my bump and asking in a soft voice
âAnd how are we feeling today?â While he rubbed and gave light pecks all around my belly.
âSo far so good!â I answered as I ran my fingers through his thick,silky,dark hair.
âGoodâ he pecks my lips â âcuz Iâve brought us some foodâ
He got up and walked to his side of our king size bed,placed the tray next to me so he could sit on the bed.
Ever since weâve found out I was pregnant Roman did this same morning ritual every day without a fail! He would wake up before me and cook himself our breakfast. And to be honest I donât know how he could do it,for 6 months straight now,every single day. It mesmerized me how much dedication he had with my and the babyâs well being.
âWhat did I do to deserve you?To deserve this everyday?â I honestly asked while I pointed to the tray
He shyly smiled and I could swear he blushed before answering âBaby girl,youâre making a big deal out of nothing really,itâs a simple gesture that I like to do,because I love you and our little bundle of joyâ He rubbed my bump âI just like to take care of you both thatâs all...now letâs eat before the food gets coldâ
I smiled and took a good look on the tray,there was scrambled eggs,plain toast and toast with jam,fruit salad,water,coffee and juice. I eagerly reached for the coffee when...
âNu uh! Youâre not drinking that missy!â He took the coffee out of my sight âIâve made you some peach juice and thereâs water.â
I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed sigh before saying âThe doctor said that I had do control the amount of caffeine I drink and not to totally quit it,you know?â
âFirst things first,donât roll you eyes at me missy. Secondly yours and the babyâs health comes in first place,so that means no caffeine for youâ
âBut I-â
âThereâs no arguing about it! Now drink your juice and eat your breakfast!â
âWhatever you say,dadâ I scoffed
He briefly chuckled and said âDonât you worry baby girl, later tonight, Iâm sure the same words will come out of your mouth with a different tone to itâ he deviously smirked at me.
I was finishing opening the last package with some of the babyâs items Iâve bought online, to find the one thing I was looking for. A romper with some beautiful and delicate flower patterns on it, with the saying â I may be small,but Iâm a one big wish come trueâ, the same words Roman said to the baby when weâve found out I was 4 weeks pregnant.
I smiled and made my way to his office, I was so excited to show him what Iâve found that I bursted through the door saying
âHey Ro,look what Iâve foun-â I stopped talking as soon as I saw he wasnât alone âIâm so sorry! I didnât knew you had a meeting,that was so reckless of me to burst in like that,sorry.â
âItâs ok baby, itâs a last minute meeting, I didnât even had time to let you know, itâs ok tho, I know you didnât mean toâ He smiled âBesides,weâre pretty much done here.â He stood up from his chair,made his way towards me at the door and whispered âIâm just gonna go grab something really quick,so I can give to David,then Iâm all yours ok?â
âSure,Roâ I answered and he pecked my lips
âIâll be right back babyâ And he quickly went down the stairs.
Personally, I donât like David, as matter of fact I fucking hate him! He is one of the guys who takes shifts with Ben selling Romanâs product on the streets. And heâs a total pervert.
Every time he sees me he flirts (borderline harass) me, making disgusting comments about me,my body,my clothes..and since I got pregnant it became worst, I once caught him saying that he loved the fact that Iâm pregnant now,because it would make my boobs look bigger and I would look so good that way. To say that heâs disgusting and filthy is an understatement, heâs the worst scum bag Iâve ever seen! I never said anything to Roman because I know David is one of his top guys and I didnât wanted to ruin his business,but I swear that many,many times I wish I had told him.
David stood up and made his way dangerously towards me
âWell, well...what do we have here?Two beautiful girlsâ He reach his arm to touch my bump and a ferocious mother instinct took over me. I could take care of myself but Iâll be damned if he touches my baby!
âTouch her and Iâll kill you myselfâ I snarled.
It may sound dumb, since she wasnât even born yet, to think that he could actually touch her. But he knew that to me touching a womanâs pregnant bump was as intimate as touching her baby. And he would never,ever touch my baby girl!
âCalm down mamaâ he chuckled âI mean no harm! I gotta say tho Y/N, you look as beautiful as everâ he measured me from head to toe with an aroused look upon his eyes and I had to hold myself from throwing up.
âYou know I would give anything for that baby to be mine and not his right?â He approached me carefully
âStay away from meâ
âCalm down tigress!â He lightly laughed
âDonât you dare to touch me or her! You make me sick!â
âI just wanna give my girls a hug,thatâs allâ
Pure fear surrounded me and I turned away to run,but he was faster pulling me towards him, wrapping his arms around my belly making my ass rest on his erection.
âSee,how I get whenever I see you tigress?â He started to caress my baby bump and hot tears poured down my eyes making my sight completely blurred. I felt someone quickly yank him from me and I cleaned my eyes to see Roman on top of him restlessly throw punch after punch on his face.
âHave you lost your fucking mind motherfucker? You must have a death wish boy!â Roman said while he continued to punch him with such a ferocious rage that I was pretty sure his face was getting unrecognizable.
He started to choke in his own blood, so Roman stopped his actions, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulled the 9mm gun he always kept on his pants back waist. He put the gun nozzle on his cheek close to his lips and David started to cry babbling something along the lines of please and sorry. Roman just ignored saying
âWho the fuck you think you are boy? You live from my money, live in one of my houses, sell my drugs and still you think you can come to my house and mess with my pregnant womanâ Roman dragged the nozzle from his cheek to his closed lips âAnd unborn daughter, under my roof and it will all be ok? Open your mouthâ David begin to cry even harder âI said open. your. fucking. mouth boy!â He screamed and David slowly opened his mouth.
Roman places the nozzle inside of Davidâs mouth and continues to say scaringly calm
âWhatâs the matter Davie? I thought you liked to touch and talk obscenities to pregnant women. Go on now,continue what you were saying to my wifeâ David paralyzed âCâmon Dave, donât be shy! You clearly have no respect for women, specially for my woman, or myself for that matter. So go for it, Iâm all ears now!â The light beige rug beneath David started to slowly become a darker beige tone, was he?..
âOh Davie, you filthy motherfucker, youâre pissing on my fucking rug???! Unbelievable! You know Iâll have to discount this from your paycheck right?â Roman was now laughing uncontrollably, he looked at me with amusement on his eyes
âDo you see this Y/N? David is scared...poor thing!â He continued to chuckle âAre you afraid to die Dave?â
âYes, sirâ David barely mumble
âDonât you worry Davie boy, Iâm not gonna kill you...Iâll just make you an example for any dumb motherfucker who thinks he can disrespect my wife or daughter..â Roman smiled
It has been 2 weeks now,since the incident with David. Roman has never once spoken about him since Ben took him out of our house.
I was in the babyâs nursery, organizing some of her clothing in the little lavender and white wardrobe we just bought for her, when Roman came through the door.
âWhatcha doing baby girl?â
âTrying to organize the chaosâ I laughed,there were clothes and toys all over the nursery.
He placed one hand on my bump and whispered âAnd whatâs my other baby girl doing,huh?â He kneeled down and nuzzled his nose on my belly, placing his bearded cheek on it right after.
âOh definitely sleeping!â I chuckled
âI wonder where did she got it from?â He tried to hold back a laugh
âUhâ I gasped, pretending to be offended âRoman, are you trying to imply that Iâm the lazy one?â
âNo baby! I would never say such thing!â He smiled while pressing his chin to my bump so he could look at me with an amused look on his face.
âYeah right you wouldnât!â I laughed while I stroked his bearded cheek. He stood up and sweetly kissed my lips before going to the little wardrobe.
âOh,this is cuteâ He said while holding a yellow dress with big black polka dots in it.
I couldnât stop the thought that lingered on my mind for 2 weeks now, and before I could process what I was saying the words left my mouth.
âRo, can I ask you something?â
âSure, baby girl. Whatcha wanna know?â He answered still amused by the babyâs dresses
âWhat happened with David?â
I could see that his whole body tensed, before relaxing again. He took a small hanger out of the wardrobe, hanged the little yellow dress on it and put it back on the babyâs wardrobe before turning to face me,while calmly answering
âWho?â
I love Roman,although heâs a big guy and all of that I was never afraid of him, but Iâve never seen such a cruel, cold look on his face...and to be honest it was kinda scary.
âDavid...â I whispered
âI donât know what youâre talking about babyâ He gave me the coldest smile Iâve ever seen in my life.
âRoman...youâre kinda scaring me,loveâ My voice came out quite shaky
âY/N, baby girl..â He came to me and cupped my face on his hands âLook at me babyâ I did as he asked
âY/N, I sincerely tell you that I donât know who this David is or what happened to him. Iâve never met any David baby girl... You look a little flushed, why donât we go downstairs to the kitchen and Iâll make you a sandwich huh? I need to keep my girls healthyâ He leaned one hand down to my belly and the other one stroked my hair.
âWhat do you say baby?â
âYeah Ro,that sounds niceâ
âGoodâ He sincerely smiled at me and the warmth was back to his eyes âCâmonâ he intertwined our fingers as we went down the stairs to the kitchen âI have to take care of my girlsâ He said while he looked at me with a smile.
Thatâs when I realized that whatever happened with David I would never know, and to be honest with you, I donât even think I wanna know anymore...
Request:Â Could you write a Dean smut where him & the reader have sex in front of Sam? Maybe like Sam teases Dean that he canât make the reader feel good, so he proves him wrong?
