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[haydensweetangel]

carl grimes as your boyfriend ⊹ ₊ ݁.

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER - headcanons

౨ৎ 𝐀/𝐍 — when i tell you i am SO obsessed with this 😭 been watching twd (currently watching s11 </3) and carl is definitely one of my fav characters ever now and i love him very dearly 💝 didnt mention his death at all because hes alive #tome, just saying.. this is also my first time ever writing headcanons, and i feel like its kinda long so i’ll work on that next time. either way, i really hope you guys like this as much as i do! you can definitely expect more twd content coming soon xx

‧ ₊˚ ✧ before his mom died, she was the only one allowed to touch his hair — cut it, fix it, anything. after she passed, he just let it grow. he didn’t trust anyone else to do it, and honestly, he didn’t really care how it looked anymore, considering the circumstances. but then you offered. it took him a while to agree, a lot of quiet hesitation, but eventually he sat down and let you try. now you’re the only one he trusts with it. he doesn’t say it out loud often, but letting you do that means everything to him.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ he’s very protective of you — sometimes a little too much. the second something feels off, he’s already stepping in front of you, blocking you without even thinking. it’s instinct at this point. you argue with him about it a lot, telling him that you can handle yourself, that you’re not weak. but he just shakes his head, stubborn as ever. “i know you can,” he says. “but i’ll not taking chances. not with you.” and deep down, you know it comes from love, even if it scares you sometimes.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ before you guys started dating, he was incredibly shy around you. he wouldn’t really know what to say, always looking away or mumbling, but he kept finding reasons to be near you. over time, you just.. clicked. talking to you became easier, being around you felt natural. you became his favourite person without him even realising when or how it happened. and once you were together, he treated you like you were the most important thing to him in his world — because to him, you were.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ when you and the group first arrived at alexandria, he wouldn’t leave your side. even though he felt out of place too, he was always more worried about you than himself. after everything you both went through out there — fighting to survive, never feeling safe — it was hard to adjust, especially in a place so quiet and so normal. he’d always be around, holding your hand, walking you everywhere, even if it was just across the street. sometimes he’d squeeze your hand a little tighter when he noticed you getting overwhelmed. “hey… it’s okay,” he’d mumble softly. “i’m right here. nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

‧ ₊˚ ✧ when he goes on supply runs, he always finds little things that remind him of you. it could be anything — something small, something random — but if it makes him think of you, he’s taking it, no hesitation. most times, he doesn’t even know if you’ll like it, but that doesn’t stop him. when he gives it to you, he’s a little shy about it, scratching the back of his neck. “uh… found this out there,” he says quietly. “figured you might like it.” and when your face lights up? yeah, he’d go out and find a hundred more just to see that look on your face again.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ he isn’t really the jealous type. he isn’t loud about it, and definitely not toxic. if anything, he’s actually pretty secure in your relationship. mostly because he trusts you more than anyone, but also because he knows you — and he know you love him too much to even look at someone else like that. still, that doesn’t mean he never gets jealous. like when ron gets a little too close, trying to flirt with you through small, casual conversations, carl doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. he just watches more closely, his expression hard to read, before quietly stepping a little closer to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ one of his favorite things in the world is seeing you with judith. the way you hold her, play with her, gently rock her and sing to her… it completely melts him every time. he could just stand there and watch you with his baby sister for hours without even noticing. sometimes, he catches himself thinking about the future. a real future, with you. a life where this — you and him, together — is something permanent. and for once, that idea doesn’t really scare him.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ he has this tough, slightly sarcastic exterior around most people. but with you? it’s completely different. he’s softer, calmer, and more open. he lets his guard down in a way he doesn’t with anyone else. he looks at you like you’re something fragile, something he wants to protect but also something he trusts. it’s honestly a little surprising to others, seeing this side of him — but to you, it’s just… him.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ he definitely uses pet names once you’re official. at first, a bit awkward since he’s not used to saying them out loud, but he grows into it eventually. “baby”, “sweetheart”, “angel”, or even a nickname that he only uses for you. sometimes he says them casually, sometimes mor softly when it’s just the two of you. and every time he does, there’s this quiet warmth in his voice that makes it feel real.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ when he lost his eye, he was terrified of what you’d think, to say the least. he wasn’t afraid of the pain — but of you seeing him differently. of you loving him less. he locked himself in his room, shutting everyone out, especially you. and it hurt you more than anything, hearing him in there and not being able to help. you’d often sit outside of his door, crying, begging him to just let you in. when he finally did, he couldn’t even look at you at first. but you didn’t hesitate. you stayed, you held him, and you told him over and over that nothing had changed. “you’re still you,” you whispered. “and i love you. all of you.” that was the moment he slowly started to believe it, despite his insecurities.

‧ ₊˚ ✧ the first time he says “i love you” isn’t planned, it just… slips out. it’s in a quiet moment, probably after something intense, when everything finally calms down. you’re both sitting close, not really saying much. he’s not even looking at you when he says it. it’s soft, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “i love you” there’s a small pause after, like he just realised what he said. he goes a little quiet, maybe a bit tense, like he’s not sure how you’ll react. but when you say it back, or even just smile at him, he relaxes. he doesn’t make a big deal out of it after that — but from now on, the words come easier.

[haydensweetangel]

I wanna request brothers best friend Sam with smut PLEASE I BEG YOU 😓

✧ sam monroe x f!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — you run into your brother’s best friend in the kitchen late at night, teasing turns into something neither of you can take back .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — smut ! oral sex (f. receiving), kitchen counter sex, sexual tension, teasing/cocky sam, semi-public risk (house not empty), established chemistry/unresolved tension .

𝐀/𝐍 — first off all thank so much for requesting !! this was actually pretty fun to write and i really hope you like it 🥹

You and Sam Monroe had grown up in the same orbit. You’ve known him since before his whole emo persona came out. Since before the piercings and the bad attitude. He was your older brother’s best friend since forever. He was always around, lanky, moody and distant. You grew up used to his constant presence. He barely looked at you when you were younger, and when he did, it was with that bored, half-annoyed stare most boys have their friend’s little sister. He always ignored your existence, claiming you were just a ‘little annoying brat’ and that he couldn’t stand you.

He used to call you ‘brat’ every chance he got, tug in your ponytail when your back was turned, and steal the last snack because he knew you wanted it. Completely on purpose, like he lived to annoy you. If your brother was around, he acted like you didn’t exist. But when it was just the two of you? That’s when he really leaned into it. Smirking, poking, pushing, teasing.

He always knew just how to get under your skin, flicking your forehead when you were focused, stealing your favorite hoodie “by accident”, or invading your personal space just to make you flustered.

But as you got older, you noticed the slight change on his behaviour. The teasing didn’t stop, it just changed. The smirks got longer and the looks got heavier, like he was watching you all the time. He’d say things that sounded innocent, but weren’t. Not when he was so close. Not with that voice. And you weren’t stupid, you had noticed it all.

It was still your normal. Sam being Sam, typical. Except that now, it wasn’t just annoying and innocent. It made your stomach flip. And you weren’t even sure if he was doing it just to piss you off.

—————————————————————————

It was finally summer break.

For some reason, Sam was spending more time at your house than usual. Probably running away from his own home, running away from his problems. Your parents didn’t mind, they never did. Your brother? He was more than happy to have his best friend around. And you? You didn’t really have a say on it. You just had to put up with him, like always.

You woke up in the middle of the night, probably 2am. You were thirsty so you decided to go downstairs to the kitchen get a glass of water. Everyone was asleep, at least that’s what you thought.

You got in the kitchen only to find none other than Sam, leaning on the kitchen island counter with a glass of water, all quiet and moody. Of course he was there. He was everywhere now. You felt like you were going crazy by his constant annoying presence.

“What are you doing up?” You spoke, mentally rolling your eyes at the sight of him and casually grabbing a glass to fill it with water.

Sam leans back against the counter, as he observed her every move, his eyes roaming over her body covered only by her pink nightgown. “Could ask you the same thing.”

You drank your glass of water and finally turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “I live here.”

He smirks lazily, “So do I, apparently.”

“Temporarily.” You give him a little fake smile.

“Still counts,” Sam shrugs. “Unless you’re saying you don’t want me here.”

You simply give him a look. He raises a brow like he already knows the answer.

“You always act like this no one else is around.” You said.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to get a reaction out of me.”

He grins at your words, “Am I getting one?”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t look away. You’re still standing there, in the dark kitchen only lightened up by the moonlight and lights outside, barefoot and barely dressed. You could still see the way his eyes flick downward and linger a second too long.

Sam’s voice was lower now, “You always get this defensive when we’re alone.”

“Maybe because you’re annoying.”

His smirks widens, “Nah. You’re just mad I see right through you.”

There’s a pause. Your jaw tenses. His voice drops, slower now, measured. “Whole house is asleep. No big brother to play watchdog tonight.” He steps closer, close enough to feel the heat off his body. “You gonna keep pretending you hate this or…?” He leans in, breath brushing your cheek. You don’t move. You should, but you don’t.

Your voice was quiet and slight shaky, “Sam…”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He murmurs near your ear. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. “Didn’t think so.”

His hands move to your waist, his grip not tight but firm enough. He slowly pushes you to the kitchen island counter. “Deep down you know you don’t want me to stop.” He spoke, his tone low. He suddenly lifts you up so you sit on the counter, standing between your legs.

Your eyes never left his face. You could feel your heartbeat increasing at his closeness. Sam doesn’t say anything, he leans closer and presses his lips against yours with little ceremony. He kissed you like he’d been holding it for years, which in a way? He was. His fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer against him, as if there was still space between your bodies he couldn’t stand. His mouth was rough at first, all bite and frustration, like he was mad at himself for wanting you this badly, and even madder for not doing it sooner.

You gasped against his lips, on hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other fisting in the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss with a low sound in his throat, and everything else - the kitchen, the hour, the rules - just vanished.

He broke the kiss, his lips now kissing your jaw. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, tilting your head back. His hands roam over your body, spreading your legs opened.

“Sam- We shouldn’t.. Not here.” You whispered. Despite your words, you didn’t do anything to push him away or make him stop, because you didn’t really want him to stop.

“Doesn’t mean we won’t.” He murmured against your skin. “Just be quiet, baby. You wouldn’t want to get caught, would you?”

“No…” You murmured back, both your hands gripping the edge of the counter.

“I’ve got you. Just be a good girl for me and be quiet.” He whispered, now lowering himself so he was on his knees between your legs. His hand slid up your thighs, pushing them more apart. He leaned down, pressing his face against your inner thigh. He placed open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin, his tongue darting out to taste you.

Then his hands slid up higher, pushing your nightgown around your waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties. But before he moved any further, he looked up at you, as if silently asking for your permission. You simply nodded, giving him all the permission he needed.

At that, he pulled your panties down your legs. He tossed them somewhere, not really caring where they landed. He finally leaned in, burying his face between your legs. He inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent before dragging his tongue along your slit. He groaned at the taste of you, his eyes rolling back slightly. Sam ate you out with fervor, his tongue delving deep inside of you. He licked and sucked at your clit, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter, your juices coating his chin.

You dropped your head back with a soft, broken moan, one hand flying to his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter, like she was trying to hold onto something. She was gasping, hips shifting toward his mouth without even thinking, desperate and shameless. She had to bite down her lip so she wouldn’t make too much noise.

Sam brought two fingers up to your entrance, pushing them inside you. He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that one special spot inside of you. He could feel yours walls clenching down around his fingers, trying to pull them deeper. At the same time, he sucked hard on your clit, flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive flesh.

Your breath hitched violently when his tongue circled just right and his fingers hit the special spot that made her see stars. High, strangled sounds spilling from her lips before she could bite them back. “S-Sam… oh my god…” You breathed out, your fingers gripping his hair. It wasn’t just how he touched you. It was how focused he was, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered right now. And god help you, you’d let him do it again. A thousand times if necessary.

He observed your reactions, his eyes never leaving your face. He could tell you were on the verge of coming undone, so he doubled his efforts. He wanted to make you come hard, wanted to feel you fall apart on his tongue. He wanted to taste your release, to feel your essence coating his face. “Come on, pretty girl," he urged, his voice muffled against your pussy, sending vibrations to your body. "Cum for me. I’ve got you..”

You broke apart with a gasp, your whole body tightening around the feeling like you could somehow hold it back, but you couldn’t. “Sam- fuck… I’m-” The words dissolved into a cry as your climax crashed into you, sharp and uncontrollable. Your thighs clenched around his shoulders, heels digging into his back as your hips bucked against his mouth.

Sam groaned against you, like the taste of you alone could make him come. He held you there, firm but reverent, eating every sound you made like a reward. “That’s it,” he murmured against you, voice low and rough between licks. “Let go for me, baby. Just like that.”

Your back arched, fingers tangled in his hair, hips twitching with every pulse of aftershock. “Oh my god,” you breathed, half-laughing, half-sobbing, “Sam- Jesus, I can’t-”

He finally pulled back, chin wet, lips parted as he looked up at you with that wrecked, possessive look in his eyes. “Yes, you can,” he said, dragging a hand up your trembling thigh. “You just did.”

Then, with a slow, satisfied smirk, he added, “And you’re not done yet.” He lifted you off the counter, grabbing your thighs and taking you upstairs.

divider creds: @roseraris

[haydensweetangel]

✧ dean winchester x f!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — dean catches you sneaking the last slice of pie in the bunker kitchen at 3am . a playful argument turns into a moment of unexpected softness .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — none . this is pure fluff !

𝐀/𝐍 — helloooo im back !! im so sorry for disappearing 😣 i havent been exactly motivated to write lately but ive finally brought something ! (may not be my best work but im at my grandmas atm and this is the best i could write) . i have been SO obsessed with supernatural and everything related to it , ESPECIALLY my baby dean . i love him so so much , so i had to write about him !!!! you can expect more spn fics coming in the future bc i def will do it 🙏 this is pure fluff , just dean being silly and a massive pie lover as he always is and im quite happy with how this turned out , i hope you like it too 💕 if you also like spn PLS follow me , lets be moots already !!!!!!!

It was nearly 3am when you crept into the bunker’s kitchen, bare feet silently on the cold floor. You should be asleep? Sure, but you weren’t sleepy at all tonight, with only one thing in mind. You opened the fridge, it hummed softly, casting a weak white light glow across the otherwise dark room. You opened it carefully, wincing at the creak, and there it was, the prize. The last slice of pie, golden crust and all, sitting on its plate like a treasure waiting just for you.

You grinned, already reaching for a fork when a voice broke the silence.

“Caught you red-handed.”

You spun around, fork clutched like a weapon on your hand. Dean Winchester stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His hair stuck up at odd angles, clearly just dragged out of bed, but the smirk on his face was wide awake.

“Dean,” you hissed, lowering the fork. “What are you doing lurking around like some kind of pie security guard? You should be in bed.” You raised a brow.

“Funny,” he drawled, stepping into the kitchen. “Considering the fact that’s my pie you’re about to steal. Plus, I felt you leaving the bed.”

“Steal?” You repeated, scandalized. “It’s communal pie, Winchester. Kitchen rules.”

“Uh-uh.” Dean wagged a finger at you as he came closer. “That is Dean’s slice of pie. There’s a difference.”

You clutched the plate dramatically to your chest. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that.” He made a quick grab of the plate, but you danced backward, holding it out of reach.

“Don’t even try it.” You warned.

The man narrowed his eyes, his smirk turning into something sharper, mischievous. “You really wanna start a war over dessert, sweetheart?”

“I am prepared to die for this pie,” you declared solemnly.

Your words earned a laughter out of him, low and genuine. He stalked forward again, and you darted around the counter to keep distance between you two. The scene probably would’ve looked ridiculous to anyone watching: two grown hunters (who also happen to be a couple) circling each other like predators in the dead of night, over a single slice of pie.

“Tell you what,” Dean said finally, resting his palms on the counter. “We could make a deal.” He suggested.

You raised your brow once again. “I thought you hated deals.”

“Depends on the terms and the person.” He shrugged, his eyes glinted as he leaned closer across the counter. “You share that pie with me, fifty-fifty, and I’ll let you live.”

You pretend to consider it, tapping the fork against your chin. “Hmm… tempting. But see, I was actually thinking more like seventy-thirty.”

Dean scoffed. “Seventy-thirty? You’ve lost your damn mind, doll.”

“Fifty-fifty is unfair, considering I was the one who had to sneak in here and claim it. That’s labor. Labor should be compensated.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Dean’s smirk deepened. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you talk nonsense.”

Your stomach flipped at his tone and words, but you covered it with a roll of your eyes. “Fine. Fifty-fifty. But I get the bigger half.”

“That’s not how halves work,” Dean murmured, coming around the counter to stand beside you. He plucked the fork out of your hand before you could react, spared a perfect bite of pie, and held it toward you. “Ladies first.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Is this a trap?”

“Maybe,” he said, smug. “But if it is, at least you go down tasting something sweet.”

You leaned forward and took the bite, your eyes on his the whole time. Dean swallowed hard at the sight. Then you smirked and pulled the place toward you. “Guess that means I get the rest.”

Dean laughed, shaking his head, and before you could react, he swiped the plate out of your hands and took a giant bite himself.

“Dean!” you gasped.

Dean’s grin was full of triumph and pie crumbs. “What can I say? All’s fair in love and pastry.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

He leaned closer and stole a quick kiss from you. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

divider creds: @cursed-carmine

[haydensweetangel]

✧ anakin skywalker x f!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — anakin misses you while on a mission so he secretly holo-calls you late at night .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — mostly fluff !

𝐀/𝐍 — i LOVE clone wars ani (especially him in ahsoka) like ugh give him to me 🙏

The war never sleeps. There’s always another planet, another battle, another casualty report waiting by dawn. But even with all that, even with the galaxy on fire around him, Anakin Skywalker always finds time to call you. And when I say always, it’s always.

Even if it’s just for a few minutes, even if the signal is weak (which happens pretty often) and the transmission flickers every few seconds. Even if he had to lie about where he’s going just to sneak off and dial the frequency only you know. He’d always make time for you.

The blue light of your holoprojector flickers to life just past midnight. You were already in bed. You sit up in the bed the moment you hear the soft buzz, you don’t even need to look to know it’s him. No one else contacts you this late at night.

There he is. Flickering. Tired. And yet, looking absolutely gorgeous.

“Hello love,” he says, voice horse from shouting over comms all day. His eyes drink you in immediately, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. You’d always make him feel better, even if it was just a little. “Did I wake you?”

You shake your head, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as you sit up straighter. “Did you sleep at all?” you muttered softly.

Anakin gives you a half-smile, the kind that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re on Vulpter right now. Got caught in a rainstorm mid-ambush. Half the camp is knee-deep in mud, and the 501st is too wired to rest. I thought I’d use the downtime for something… better.”

You gave him a small smile, your heart aching at the sight of your husband. “You look exhausted.”

“I am,” he admits, with a laugh that sounds more like a sigh. “But when I see you, it’s better. It always is.”

You don’t say anything right away. You just take him in, messy curls falling over his forehead, a cut just beneath his jaw he hasn’t treated yet, the faint outline of his armor still half-worn. The war has aged him. It’s there in the quiet slump of his shoulders, in the way his eyes linger in you like you’re the only real thing left.

“I hate this,” he says suddenly, eyes lowering. “Being away from you. Pretending like you’re just… no one. I miss you.”

You swallow hard. “You never have to pretend with me. You know I miss you too,” you spoke softly.

He nods, jaw tight. “I try to call whenever I can,” he says. “Even if it’s just to hear the sound of your voice. Sometimes I even replay old messages before a mission. I know I shouldn’t. Attachment, Jedi Code, blah blah blah-“ He pauses. Then looks at you again, softer this time. “I’d rather be human with you than a Jedi without you.”

Your breath catches, because he never says things like that. Not unless he’s falling apart. Your heart ached for him.

“Come home soon,” you whisper.

“I will, my love” he says, and he means it, even if he doesn’t know how. “And when I do, I’m not leaving again. I’ll put in for time away, I don’t care what the Council says. We’ll disappear. Just for a little while.”

You smiled sadly. You’ve had this conversation before. You’ll have it again.

For now, this is enough.

“Promise me something?” you asked. “Anything.” He said.

“Promise me you’ll be careful. And take care of yourself.”

He leans closer to the projection, like he wishes he could just crawl through it and press his forehead to yours.

“I promise. And you… promise me you’ll wait?” he asked, above a whisper.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at his words, “I always do. Always will.”

He grins, tired but boyish, your Ani, underneath all the battle scars and war-worn armor.

“I love you,” he says. Soft, quiet and sacred. “I love you too,” you whisper back, clutching the blanket tighter.

The transmission crackles. He’s being called. You both hear it.

He doesn’t end the call right away. He holds your gaze, like maybe if he stares long enough, he won’t have to leave.

Eventually, he does. The light fades. You’re alone in the dark again, but it still feels like he’s there.

divider creds: @enchanthings

[haydensweetangel]

SAY SOMETHING | dean winchester ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔

DEAN WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

౨ৎ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — ever since that one night, things between you and dean havent been the same — after a long hunt, youre forced to confront the tension thats been building since the night everything changed.

౨ৎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — angst with a “happy” ending !

౨ৎ 𝐀/𝐍 — hiiii everyone who missed me 🙈 its been sooo long omg.. so so many things happened these past few months & ngl i completely forgot about this app. anyways here i am back with my first post of 2026 and ofc it had to be aboht my babyboy 🥹 i also apologise if this is not my best work, its been so long since i last wrote something and ig im a little rusty so pls dont hate .

it had been a really long and tiring hunt. some spirit haunting a family’s house in montana, just the usual. it was one of those hunts that were supposed to be quick and simple, but ended up giving much more work than it should probably have.

sam decided to stay back, leaving this one for you and DEAN WINCHESTER. in normal circumstances? that wouldn’t even be a problem in first place. you and dean always got along well, worked even better together. had a real good friendship too, since you’ve known each other for years now. but lately things have been… messy, between you guys.

the reason? on one random night after a hunt, you and dean had gotten drunk, and… well, things got intimate real fast. neither of you thought much about it while doing it, because, in your minds, two best friends sleeping together didn’t have to be a problem. it could be a one time thing, and that was it. the morning after was weird. like, avoiding each other and never talking about it weird. so ever since then, there was this tension between you two. sam picked up on it, but he didn’t mention it, figuring you guys would make up eventually.

spoiler alert: you didn’t.

you wanted to talk about it, wanted to work it out. you didn’t want to let something like this ruin your friendship (which was a stupid thought, considering how you felt about dean, but you couldn’t even admit it to yourself). dean being dean, he avoided you like the plague. acting all nonchalant, only talking to you when really necessary. he acted like everything was okay, like everything was normal.

the thing is, it wasn’t. dean wasn’t a man of acknowledging his feelings. he’d rather joke about it or not even talking about it at all. but he knew what he was feeling, and he hated that he couldn’t just make it go away like he wanted. even if he tried, you were always there. how was he supposed to forget and move on if you were always around? even when you weren’t, it felt like you haunted his mind. and god knows how much it frustrates him.

still, he wouldn’t talk about it. he’d act like that wasn’t even a thing. feelings? who cares about feelings, right?

so, today, after the hunt, it had been painfully quiet between you too. the only sound during the drive was the engine, and neither of you tried to fill the silence.

once in the motel room, you took a much needed breath, immediately kicking your boots off. you were exhausted, and this situation with dean didn’t make it any better. you sat on the edge of your bed, silently observing dean. it had become an habit lately.

he didn’t even take his take his jacket, he immediately went and grabbed a beer from the small fridge in the room instead. and then he sat down on a chair.

and there was that silence, again.

suddenly, something inside of you snapped. you couldn’t do this anymore. so, you finally spoke.

“so… this is how it’s gonna be, huh?” you said, your tone quiet, more quiet than usual, as if you were afraid to speak.

“what do you mean?” dean asked, in that unbothered tone of his. he didn’t even look at you. something in your chest tightened.

“you know what i mean, don’t act like you don’t.” you retorted, trying to act as unbothered as him (in which, by the way, you failed).

he scoffed under his breath, taking a sip of his beer, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you had to hold the urge to roll your eyes at that, instead, you kept going. “dean, drop the act. it’s getting old.” you paused, “you know you and i haven’t been the same since…” you trailed off. “you know what i mean.”

dean had to take a breath, rubbing his temples with his free hand, “look, i- i don’t know what you want me to say.”

“i want you to say something. anything. you’ve been avoiding me ever since we slept together. hell, you won’t even look at me most of the time.” you looked at him, as if expecting something from him, anything. but his expression didn’t shift, as if what you said didn’t matter at all. deep down, that’s not what dean wanted to show you, but he just couldn’t help it. avoiding feelings and emotional talks was in his nature, so he acted like a jerk about it.

“what do you want me to say- you’re good in bed?” dean said, his mouth working faster than his mind. then he realised what he had just said and he immediately regretted it. “no- wait. that’s not what i meant-“ you interrupted him.

“don’t worry- i know what you meant alright.” you had to ignore the slight tremble in your voice or else you’d just break down right in front of him.

“i didn’t mean it like that. i’m sorry, okay? i’m being a jerk.” dean sighed, placing his beer on the table. “you think i don’t notice it too? the awkward silences, the quiet glances? hell, i’ve noticed. i feel it. and i hate it as much as you do.”

“do you? because, from my perspective, you don’t even give a damn. you act like- suddenly our friendship doesn’t matter anymore. like what happened between us was nothing.” you could feel your eyes filling up with tears, tears that you refused to shed. “i don’t expect you to act like it was a huge deal. if you want to pretend it didn’t happen- it’s fine. i just want you to pretend i don’t exist. to act like what we have doesn’t matter to you anymore. i want you to talk to me.”

dean felt his heart skipping a beat at her her words. he also felt his stomach doing this weird thing. he didn’t realise how much he hated seeing her upset until now. “it matters.” he said suddenly. “you matter to me. more than i’d like to admit. i just-“ he paused, trying to think about the right words. he didn’t want to screw this up like everything else he does in his life. “i didn’t know how to tell you that. instead i just acted like an idiot, because i figured that would be the easier way.”

“but… i don’t want it easy. not anymore. and, god- sweetheart, i’m sorry i made feel like you don’t matter to me.” and then he moved, getting up from the chair and taking two large steps towards your bed, sitting next to you.

you could feel those piercing green eyes on you, but they felt different now. like he was looking at you differently. yet, you didn’t say a word. you couldn’t bring yourself to. so you just looked at him.

his hand moved up, his thumbs gently wiping your delicate tears away. he hated that he was the cause for them. “and don’t even for a second think i don’t cherish what we have. because i do, more than i let myself show.”

he continued, “i screw things up, you know that. but… not this. not you. because you matter to me.”

the words were stuck on your throat. you felt this overwhelmed joy in your chest, your expression softening ever so slightly.

and with that, he pressed his lips against yours. the kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate, it was slow, careful… like he was trying to say something he couldn’t put into words, a promise. a promise that he’d do better. a promise that things would be better. and maybe? maybe they really would.

[haydensweetangel]

✧ sam monroe x f!reader

summary: you and sam have always been close, maybe too close. now its just late night, quiet kisses, and feelings that neither of you are ready to name.

warnings: none ! simply making out.

a/n: ok this is the first minimally good thing ive written in MONTHS so im kinda proud of it ngl 😣 its pretty simple but i hope you like it as much as i do <3

divider creds: @roseraris

Sam Monroe had many hobbies. None of them particularly healthy. Smoking, dealing, blasting music loud enough to piss off the neighbours — And of course, making out with his best friend like it wasn’t a total disaster waiting to happen. Things to fill the silence.

Risky? Sure. But that wasn’t the right word for it. Sloppy felt more accurate, like something unplanned, impulsive, the kind of thing that started without meaning to and never really stopped. You couldn’t remember the first time it happened. The first kiss, the first time you ended up tangled in his sheets, breathless and laughing like idiots, but it blurred together after that. Like muscle memory.

You didn’t talk about it. You didn’t need to. And honestly? You weren’t really complaining. It wasn’t love, at least not in the clean, safe way people always talked about it. Something kept pulling you back into his orbit, night after night, until it stopped feeling strange and just started feeling like the only thing that made sense. Neither of you asked what it meant. Neither of you cared enough to stop. Or maybe you cared too much to say it out loud.

Though you refused to admit it. Dating? No, you two weren’t dating. Best friends? Definitely. You always said that you two were just really close. But deep down you both knew that it wasn’t entirely true. However, can you really call it a real friendship if you don’t occasionally make out or fool around a bit?

You and Sam had been orbiting each other for as long as you could remember. He’d always just been there. This permanent fixture in your life, like a scar or a favorite song you never got sick of. From scraped knees and schoolyard fights to late-night drives and cigarette ash on hoodie sleeves, he was a constant. Reliable in his own unpredictable way.

You know each other better than anyone else ever could, down to the exact same look he’d give when something was bothering him but he didn’t want to talk about it, or the way his voice dropped when he was trying not to like he cared. He never had to say too much, and you never had to ask. Inseparable didn’t even begin to cover it. You were entangled. Years of shared secrets, close calls, and unfinished sentences had made sure of that.

Deep down, you knew you weren’t supposed to be here again, but you just couldn’t resist the urge to see him. It was a random Tuesday, barely past midnight, and his window was still half open, like he expected you to crawl through it.

Sam didn’t say anything when you stepped inside. He just blinked at you through the smoke curling off the cigarette between his fingers. He was sitting on his bed, hoodie falling off one shoulder, eyeliner faded into tiredness shadows. His room was a mess, still smelled like paint thinner and cheap cologne.

“You forgot how to knock or something?” He muttered, his voice low and scratchy.

You didn’t say anything, you simply sat beside him, your knees touching. He passed you the cigarette wordlessly. You didn’t really smoke, but you took a drag anyway. Something about the way his lips had just been on it made you feel high enough.

“Rough night?” He raised an eyebrow as he observed you. You stayed silent for a few more moments, before finally speaking up, “Aren’t they all?” You mumbled, turning your gaze towards him, the cigarette between your fingers.

Sam leaned in before you could say anything else, pressing his mouth to yours like it was the only thing that made sense. The cigarette in your hands was immediately forgotten. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your body closer. The way his hands slid up your hoodie, the way you tilted your head just so, the familiar scrape of his lip ring against your mouth. It wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t gentle either. You kissed like you were trying to prove something, like maybe if you stayed close enough, long enough, it’d start to feel real.

Sam pulled back just enough to speak, his voice nothing more than a murmur against your lips, “You’re gonna get tired of this someday,” he spoke. “And you’re gonna pretend like you won’t care,” you shot back.

He didn’t argue. Just kisses you again, deeper this time, like he was trying to drown the silence between the words neither of you would ever say.

His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. Your hoodie was already half off, and so was his. The room was cold, but his hands were warm, calloused, familiar. He tugged you closer, until you were practically on his lap, your thighs straddling his and your breath catching somewhere between your chest and your throat.

You almost said something, something stupid like “don’t go falling in love with me” but the words died before they made it out.

Because deep down, you weren’t sure which of you would be more likely to mean it.

[haydensweetangel]

INSECURITIES | carl grimes ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

౨ৎ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — after finally finding safety in alexandria, old insecurities you thought were gone start to come back, and carl is the first to notice something’s wrong.

౨ৎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — body image issues, insecurity, slight disordered eating, negative self-perception, light angst, comfort.

౨ৎ 𝐀/𝐍 — wrote this at 3am so i basically just wrote what came into mind </3 ngl this feels very personal to me and i know theres many girls out there who feel the exact same way so i thought of writing this in an attempt to make you all feel seen i guess. i still struggle a lot with body image, obviously its not something it’ll change over night but i wanted to remind you that its completely ok to have insecurities. though, all bodies and all faces are different and beautiful and you shouldnt feel ashamed of yourself in any kind of way. its not easy and some days it hurts more than others, its an process that takes time, and thats ok. 🫶

before the world fell apart, your body had always been a very sensitive topic to you. it had been one of your biggest insecurities, basically since forever.

looking at all those girls at school, with their perfect bodies and always looking so beautiful… it always made something in you hurt. you envied them, envied how happy and how comfortable they seemed to be with their appearances. you craved the same feeling, but, whenever you looked at yourself in the mirror, all you felt was instant disgust. no matter what you did, changing your clothes, wearing light makeup, none of it actually helped. if anything, it only made you feel worse, reminding you that you’d never be as perfect as them. perfect bodies, skinny waists, pretty faces… it’d never be you.

it was something you kept to yourself though. the mere thought of sharing that part of yourself with someone else always made you cringe hard.

when the outbreak started, you started paying much less attention to how you looked. after all, you couldn’t fight for your life and worry about your body image at the same time. you managed to forget all about it for a while, being so busy with everything else, with things that actually mattered.

you joined rick’s group back when they were still at the prison. you grew close to carl pretty fast, like you guys had immediately clicked. all that closeness quickly turned into genuine love, and you guys started dating, shortly after terminus.

eventually, you found alexandria.

adjusting wasn’t easy, especially when you’re in a place as normal and peaceful as alexandria. and after so long out there, normal felt weird.

but, as time passed, that little voice in your head came back. being in alexandria reminded you of all those insecurities you thought you had left behind. you started hating yourself all over again.

you spent most of your free time standing in front of the mirror, suddenly too aware of how you looked, and you hated what you saw. you’d wear bigger clothes that would hid more your body, and you’d eat less, less than before. you were acting different, more quiet and distant.

carl had noticed this whole change in your behaviour, of course he had. and he was worried, to say the least. when he asked if you were okay, you’d say you were fine. when he asked what was wrong, you’d say everything was alright. but carl knew you better than that, in fact, he probably knew you better than you knew yourself. he wasn’t buying any of those excuses.

today was one of those days. only difference is that carl’s around. you guys had this small ‘tradition’ where you’d spend every sunday together, either in your place or his, doing things normal teenagers would — watching movies, playing games, eating junk food — just being together and enjoying each other’s company, basically. though today, you were… off. you were more quiet, not as excited and as chatty as you’d usually be on a normal sunday.

you were sitting on your bed, your knees up against your chest, your arms wrapped around them. you were looking at the small TV, but you weren’t actually watching the movie. carl was sitting close to you. you didn’t say more than five words ever since he arrived at your place, and it confused him.

“what’s goin’ on, baby?” he asked in that soft tone of his, the tone that was especially reserved for you.

you snapped out of your trance, looking at him for a moment, “nothing.” you said quietly.

that made carl frown a little. he could see right through your lie. “y’know you can talk to me, right? about anything.”

you nodded, you were well aware of that. carl was always so supportive, so caring… and you were thankful for it, for him. so, treating him like this made your heart hurt a little, feeling guilty for not being completely honest with him.

“i know. it’s just… it’s stupid.” you mumbled out, sighing a little.

“it’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” carl said, his full attention on you now. he was determined to find out what was this all about and try to help. he loved you so much, and seeing you sad made him sad. “just… talk to me. ‘m here for you, always. you know that.”

you swallowed. “you ever… look at yourself in the mirror and just… hate what you see?” your voice was small, as if you were afraid of talking about your insecurities out loud.

carl’s frown deepened. he was starting to get what you meant. after all, he’d been there, when he lost his eyes. still, he had to ask, “what do you mean?”

“like… hating how you look, i guess.” you said, keeping your quiet tone.

“you… feel that way?” the boy asked carefully.

you shrugged your shoulders slightly, not knowing what to say. though, the look on your face told carl everything he needed to know.

his expression softened ever so slightly, “oh, baby…” he took your hands gently in his. carl was in doubt about what to say, how to make you feel better. how could he tell his girlfriend that in his eyes, she’s the prettiest girl in the world? how could he tell her that it pained his heart seeing how much she was struggling with this?

so, he decided to show you instead.

carl got up from your bed, pulling you with him. it confused you, “carl, what are you doing-”

he walked towards the big mirror on your wall. he was now standing behind you, his arms around you, never letting go of your hands. you look at him through the mirror, giving him a little confused look.

he smiled a little, “… i wish could use my eye, so you’d see how beautiful you really are”

his words made your heart skip a beat, but you didn’t say anything, not knowing exactly what to say.

“i love you because of what you are, not because of how you look. i love your braveness, i love your strength, i love your kindness, your good heart…” he trailed off.

then he continued, “… but i also see you, y’know? and i love what i see.” he paused for a moment. “i love your thighs, i like squeezing your soft skin with my hands. i love your belly and pampering it with lots of kisses. i also love your stretch marks, they make you more beautiful than you realise.” he smiled. you listened to him attentively, your eyes already wet with tears.

“and, god- i love your pretty face. the way your cheeks flush when you’re embarrassed or flattered, and your smile… baby- i love everything about you. you’re so beautiful, and it breaks my heart seeing you hating yourself so much, when all i see is the prettiest girl in the world right in front of me.”

your breath hitched slightly, “carl…” you mumbled, your voice trembling softly.

his grip on your hands tightened gently, “you’re beautiful. you’ve always been. and you shouldn’t think the otherwise, because that will only make you feel worse.”

he then turned you around, so you could face him. “i want you to promise me that you’ll stop hurting yourself like this. because- it’s okay to feel insecure sometimes, i get it. just… don’t go through it alone. i’m here.”

all you could do was nod, your eyes never leaving his. “… ‘kay.” you spoke softly. suddenly, your heart didn’t feel so heavy anymore. carl saw you, for what you really were. and he loved you more than you could ever hate yourself.

carl nodded in return, giving you the sweetest smile, “… good.”

“i love you, pretty girl.” he said at last, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

[haydensweetangel]

✧ aj x f!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — aj arrives home after a rough and tense day, clearly pissed at something that happened in work . he desperately needs a release and you just happen to be the only one who could handle him like this .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — smut ! unprotected sex, piv, rough sex, breasts/nipple play, light choking (consensual), dominant behaviour, dirty talk, slight aftercare .

𝐀/𝐍 — this took me sooo long omg im tired 😭 but finally something about my man aj 🤞 hes so underrated and for what ?!

gif from @mvst4far & divider from @bernardsbendystraws !

AJ slammed the door behind him harder than usual.

You flinched from the couch, looking up from the TV. No words. Just the sharp click of keys landing on the table and the low creak of his expensive leather shoes as he crossed the room like a storm.

His tie was undone, shirt rumpled, brow furrowed and jaw ticking. You knew AJ well enough to know that he was pissed. You didn’t even need to ask. Something went wrong. A delay in the plan? Someone fucked up? Or maybe worse. You knew he had been stressed lately, but today was worse. You’d seen this look before, and you knew better than to push.

“Hey…” you said softly, carefully. “Everything okay?”

He didn’t say a word. His gaze snapped to you. His deep blue eyes dark, burning and focused. You couldn’t help but shiver at the he looked at you.

Then he finally moved.

In two strides he was on you, dragging you up from the couch and pressing you back against the wall with a force that made you gasp. His mouth crashed against yours, all teeth and heat, hands already sliding down your body like he’d been starving for hours. Maybe he really was.

“Don’t say anything,” he growled into your mouth. “I just need you. Now.”

One hand gripped your thigh, hiking your leg up around his waist. The other made its way down your body, his fingers found your panties under your nightgown and shoved them aside, slipping through the soaked heat between your thighs with a hiss.

“Already wet? All for me?” he murmured, lips dragging among your jaw. “You just wait for me around like this, huh? Like the good little girl you are… Fuckin’ filthy.”

You whimpered at his touch and words, your body already in fire. He wasn’t entirely wrong, no. You liked when he was like this. Tense, needy, rough. When you were the only thing that could help him relieving some stress, which you were. It made you feel complete. And it was also a good ego boost if you ask me.

AJ slid hands slid down to your ass, squeezing the cheeks roughly. He lifted you up off the floor, holding you close to his chest. Then he carried you upstairs, towards your bedroom. Once in there, he tossed you into the bed, crawling over the top of you. He settled between your legs, pressing his hard, cloth-covered cock against your sensitive and still covered core. He groaned at the contact, his hips rolling forward slightly.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” he said, his voice low and strained with desire.

He leaned back, taking into the sight of you for a moment. His hands made their way to the waistband of your panties, immediately pulling them down, tossing them aside. Then he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and also tossing it away.

AJ leaned down again, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands slid down to the hem of your nightgown, pushing it up and over your head. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it off completely, leaving you completely bare and exposed beneath him. He lowered himself, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

He could feel cock throbbing hard against his pants. He couldn’t wait anymore. Today something felt different. He was desperate, needy, and you could feel it. It made all your body shiver.

He sat back on his knees, quickly undoing his belt and unfastening his pants, shoving them down his legs along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, long, hard and thick. The thick head was already leaking with pre-cum, just from the thought of being buried deep inside your tight heat.

He spreads your legs open, settling himself between them. His hands gripped your hips so you couldn’t move. He lined himself up with your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick folds. Without any warning, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of you in one swift and powerful motion. He groaned as your walls stretched and clenched around him, gripping his thick length like a vice.

“Fuck, are you always this tight?” He grunted under his breath, his hips in a steady rhythm. He set a hard and fast pace, the bed creaking beneath you with the force of his thrusts. He could feel your tits bouncing with every drive of his hips, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You cried out, nails scraping against his back. He leaned in, biting your shoulder, dragging his teeth along your skin like he needed to mark you.

“Take it,” he groaned, his voice raw. “Take every fuckin’ inch. Just like that.”

His hips slammed into you over and over, with no fear, rough as ever. One of his hands came up to your throat, not tight, just to hold you still, make you feel how helpless you were for him.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he snarled against your ear, his thrusts still punishing. “This body, this fuckin’ pussy… All made for me.”

“Fuck, Anthony- You feel so good..” you gasped, voice breaking as your head tipped back against the mattress, his grip on your throat keeping you exactly where he wanted you. Your legs were shaking, body arching into every deep, punishing thrust.

The hand that was on your throat eventually slid down, palming your breast roughly. He squeezed the soft mound, his fingers sinking into the malleable flesh. He pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, tugging on it roughly.

His pace turned erratic. Rougher, faster, driven by the way your walls clenched around him, slick and desperate. Each thrust sent you higher, back arching off the bed, chocked moans falling from your lips like you couldn’t hold anything anymore.

“You gonna come for me?” He growled, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes dark and locked on you. “Come all over this cock like you own it?”

You nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders, “Yeah- I’m so close.. I can’t-“

“Let go,” he commanded, low and gravelly, his thumb slipping down to circle your clit just right, “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

And you did, with a sharp cry that melted into a broken moan, your whole body shaking as pleasure took over you, blinding and brutal. You clenched around him so hard it pulled a raw groan from his throat, and within seconds, he followed.

“Fuck- Fuck,” he groaned, slamming deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. His cock jerked and pulsed as he shot thick ropes of hot cum into your pussy. He filled you up, his essence painting your insides white as he marked you as his. His grip on your waist tightened, grounding himself, breath hot against your shoulder.

His body pressed into yours, both of you slick with sweat, skin burning, breath heavy. Eventually AJ collapsed next to you. He turned his head to look at you.

“You okay?” He muttered, pulling your body closer.

You simply nodded, too blissed-out and shaky to speak yet. Your whole body will buzzed from the orgasm, pulsing, tender and warm where he filled you.

“Sorry if I was rough,” he said, almost guilty.

You looked at him, smiling a bit, “No need to apologise. I like it when you’re rough.. Keeps things interesting.”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, he leaned and kissed your forehead, “Good.”