Just Checking In

Just Checking In

Losing my fucking mind bc it's time for tests back to back and projects back to back all while working and writing ☺ I'm not gonna get every request done in a decent time so if you did send in a request and haven't seen it yet PLEASE be a little more patient but just know I am working on all requests simultaneously!! And once requests are done and when all 15 or 16 of them are posted I'll be taking a break for a little while so don't be alarmed!

月 (K.Carrera x Fem!Masc!Reader)

Notes: 月 is the symbol for Tsuki, which means Moon or The Moon, in Japanese!

Word Count: 866

Kiara Carrera. The most beautiful girl you've laid your eyes on since she walked by. You liked her so much you decided to introduce yourself to her.

And you prayed that you wouldn't stutter or make a fool out of yourself because look at those eyes. Those beautiful big brown eyes. Her smile, the way it's always so genuine and kind. Her laugh...oh my god her laugh. It's enough to make your knees buckle under you.

It's been a couple of years since then, the friendship is still the same but the feelings you feel are much stronger and they won't go away. You know you love her, you know you're in love with her but what you don't know, is if she feels the same way at all.

You don't want to ask her out, confess your deepest feelings for her just for them to not be reciprocated and end up potentially ruining what you have now. But you also have that feeling that you should take that chance. That there's a chance she'll feel the same.

It's Saturday night and you're with the pouges. You're all watching a movie that Pope chose and honestly, it's not that bad. You sat on the couch, manspreading, with one arm resting on the back of the couch and one on the armrest.

Kie sat next to you, close but not as close as you want her. She sat with her legs to her chest and watched the movie, or you thought she was watching the movie.

You kept your eyes on the screen, she kept her eyes on you. She gazed at how you sat, wanting to climb in your lap and lay with you. She wanted to be close to you, to breathe you in and be part of you.

She wanted you to be hers, but she doesn't know how to make that work. How to ask one of her best friends to be hers and only hers and not ruin anything. That fear, the same fear you're feeling consumed her as well.

There's not much for either of you to do besides take the chance but who wants to take a chance at possibly ruining a once in a lifetime friendship that not everyone has?

Kie changed her sitting, she let her legs rest on the couch, her thighs touching yours. The feeling of her leg touching yours gave you butterflies, and you just felt like a little kid. Blushing at the smallest touch and getting happy at that small contact.

You excused yourself from the room and walked outside. Taking deep breaths and telling yourself to keep calm. That just because her leg touched yours doesn't mean she wants you and it could just be an accident. She's just so comfortable around you that she can relax and it's nothing.

You rubbed your face in your hands and huffed when you heard the door open and shut.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Kie.."

You sat on the steps and kept your face hidden from her. You were blushing like crazy and your heart was racing. You hoped she couldn't hear it beating against your chest.

She stayed silent and sat next to you, looking ahead.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked, fidgeting with her fingers. "Yeah, what's up?"

She took a deep breath and kept her eyes straight ahead. From her peripheral she watched you lit your head and keep your gaze on the ground. She opened her mouth and closed it, having a hard time getting her words out.

Kie looked up at the moon and let out a shaky breath. There's two things you can answer with this, and she's hoping it's an answer she wants to hear.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, looking at you, nervously waiting for your response.

Either you'll know what she's trying to say, or you have no clue and she'll have to tell you how she feels without riddles.

You let out a relieved breath and smiled. Looking at her, your smile grew. "I can die happy."

"You feel the same," she chuckled, relieved that you do. "I'm surprised that you feel the same. Didn't think you'd like me back, at all."

"Why wouldn't I? You're the nicest person I know, and it was either you or one of the guys."

"I can't relate, it was either you or..you,"

"So, you love me?" she asked, scooting closer to you and locking her hand with yours. "Very much, Kie. Can't imagine my life without you in it."

She pouted with a smile, "Awe," she cooed, cupping the side of your face with her free hand and pulling you in for a kiss. When you slowly pulled away you rested your forehead on hers. "I waited so long for that."

"I did too. About time you guys got together."

You guys turned around and saw JJ standing in the doorway. "Come on, Pope paused the movie when you guys left and he's getting impatient." he said, walking back inside.

You guys stood up and walked back in the house, hand in hand and very happy for the start of something new.

Sweet Dreams II (JJ.Maybank x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, p in v, shower sex, the tiniest bit of degrading, scratching, hair pulling, slight voyeurism

Word Count: 1,035

Part I

"I'll meet you in the bathroom, only fair if I get something too. Right?" You smiled, catching JJ off guard.

You stripped down to nothing and turned the water on. You stepped in the tub and waited for your boyfriend. You heard the door open and quietly shut close. JJ slid his pants down along with his boxers and stepped in the shower with you.

"You're not mad that I like, 'fucked' you while you were sleeping..right..?" he asked, "Why would I be mad? Kinda turned me on," you smiled.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss. JJ pulled away, panting, "It turned you on?"

"Yeah, knowing how much of a needy slut you are, may have turned me on,"

JJ smiled and picked you up. He pushed you against the tile wall and kissed your neck. "You really couldn't have waited til the morning J? You just had to have me right there on your best friend's couch?"

"What can I say, your addictive. You're like a fucking drug, baby. Can't get enough of you," he moaned, as he kissed your chest, hands roaming your body, grabbing and groping at your skin.

He squeezed your tits and sucked on them, leaving bite marks and red circles that'll turn a deep purple later.

Your nails ran along his back, leaving bright red lines. JJ rubbed his cock against your folds and your clit, teasing you. "JJ.."

"What?"

"You don't get to tease after acting like a dog in heat," Your head rested on the tile wall, eyes shut and heart racing. JJ sucked his teeth and slipped himself in. "Fuuuck.." the two of you moaned.

"You gotta be quiet, babe." JJ muttered, "No, you have to be quiet J,"

You kissed, suck and bit at his neck, finding the spot that made him turn to mush and made his eyes roll back. His hips bucked up into you and he didn't stop. The thrusts were pretty sloppy, but you can't really blame him.

The bathroom was foggy from the steam of the hot water that has been running and pouring down on you two. Your legs tightened around JJ, keeping him close to you.

Your arms, which were wrapped around his neck, keeping his face in the crook of your neck where he kissed and bit at your skin.

You pulled and tugged at his hair with one hand and left scratch marks on his back with the other when his thrusts became more rough.

You couldn't even decipher which moans were yours and which were his. You were both loud and whiney.

A part of you hoped that the running water would drown the noise out. But another part of you hoped that the water didn't.

You wished that you guys were so loud that your moans overpowered the water hitting the floor of the bathtub.

JJ picked his head up and took one your hands. He brought it down to your stomach and you let out a quiet gasp, but it sounded more like a whimper.

"You feel that?"

You nodded and your eyes shut tight at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls.

The bathroom door opened and closed, whoever it was walked in and lifted the toilet seat up. You couldn't see much of what they were doing.

Your eyes grew wide when you noticed that JJ hasn't stopped moving. The thrusts weren't rough but you could definitely feel the way his cock hit that spot in you.

You gave the blond a look; a look that said to cut it out and wait until the person left. He looked back at you and smiled, that fucking smile that said he wanted to take the risk and keep moving.

You pulled at JJ's hair and his eyes rolled back. His mouth opened to let out a moan, whimper, or whine. A noise that shouldn't be heard.

You pressed his to your chest. His face in your tits and you could feel his smirk on one of them.

The person flushed, washed their hands and left the bathroom. They didn't say anything or question who was in the bathroom at this hour.

"Why'd you do that? Thought you wanted to be heard." he asked, grinding his hips against you.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just know what you want."

You rolled your eyes, and he pushed your legs up further, hitting your g-spot deeper and deeper. Your nails raked his back, leaving red nail marks on his skin.

You felt yourself coming closer to your orgasm and felt JJ's cock twitch and his hips stutter with each thrust. "I'm gonna cum- Fuck, I'm gonna cum in you,"

"Do it, J', cum in me, fill me up, please.." you panted, begging him to fill you with his nut and paint your walls white.

Not even a second after those words left your mouth JJ's hips snapped and his fingers dug into the skin of your hips. He came inside of you and you came all over his cock. His kissed your neck, jaw, and collarbone before pulling out.

JJ held you as he helped you wash your body off before cleaning himself up. He shut the water off and carried you out of the tub. He dried you off, even though you told him you could do it, he just shut you up with a quick kiss each time.

After the two of you were dried off and dressed he carried you out of the bathroom and on to the couch you guys were sleeping on not too long ago.

Once you guys lied down and closed your eyes you heard someone shift, "Why can't you guys just be normal and not fuck everyday?" John B. asked. "Because she's hot." JJ said, stating it like it was a known fact, and it was.

You shook your head at JJ, "Sorry JB, it's because your best friend has the highest sex drive ever."

You turned around and lied your head on JJ's chest before quickly falling asleep.

"It's true, I do have a high sex drive."

"Go to sleep J."

"Got it."

Could u a Carl x reader smut ( Where Carl proposes, then they do smut) please

Marry You (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, biting, hair pulling, p in v, praise

Word Count: 787

During the years of dating Carl, he seemed to have fallen for you, harder than ever. He always thought about marrying you, especially since you guys are living in an apocalyptic world, he wouldn't know how long you two would have. He wanted to propose but he didn't know when, never knew what the 'right time' would be. That was until he saw how good you were with Judith and how much his dad and Michonne loved you.

He watched as you tidied up the kitchen, wiping the counters down and acting wifely. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and swayed side to side with you.

"I want you to marry me."

You stood still, not sure if you were hearing things.

"You heard me, I want you to marry me. Please, will you marry me?"

You turned to face him, face still in shock but softening when you saw that he was dead serious.

"Oh, Carl, yes! Of course I will!"

He smiled as your arms wrapped around his neck. His snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. He pulled back and kissed you, deeply and passionately.

The kiss started off slow, happy and sensual. But, it grew into more, Carl's hands moved down from your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him; if that was even possible and his lips moved from your lips to your cheek, then your jaw, then neck.

He bit and nipped at the skin, your soft whimpers filled his ears, like a melody that he can never get tired of.

You hands tangled in his hair and you tugged whenever his teeth sunk into your neck. He pushed you up against the counter and his hands found their way up your shirt.

He caressed your skin like you were fragile, like the world's most prized possession; which you were.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear as he muttered, "So pretty, gonna be my pretty little wife,"

Carl pushed your pants to the floor and picked you up, and placed you on the counter. "You're so wet already, baby," he smiled, his fingers playing with your clothed pussy and grazing over your clit.

You whined in his ear and he chuckled, telling you to be patient, that he'll take care of you.

He pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and pumped his cock before rubbing the tip on your pussy. He, very slowly, pushed himself in. You gripped and pulled at his hair at the feeling of his cock sliding inside of you.

You loudly whined and your eyes rolled back, "Shh, it's okay, baby.." he whispered, hands gently squeezing your hips as he slowly pushed himself in and out.

His head rested in the crook of your neck as you held him close to you. He pulled your hips close to his. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you; never wanting to let him go.

His nails dug into your skin as he felt you clench around him. He moaned in your ear, his breath fanning over. He kept his pace the same; it wasn't too fast, nor was too slow. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to change it for a moment. From the way your body was reacting, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he hoped.

In all honesty, he was so close to cumming, the way you were clenching around him and keeping him close made his brain go foggy.

Carl rubbed circles on your clit, you threw your head back pulled his to your neck. You gripped his hair and tugged at it as you came around his cock. His hips stuttered and his pace grew sloppy. He kissed your neck and whined in your ear as he came inside of you. His cum filling you up and dripping out of your pussy.

He panted, catching his breath before pulling out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, still a bit sensitive. Carl picked you up and took you to his room, gently putting you down on his bed when he walked back out of the room.

You lied back and caught your breath. You smiled to yourself, you're gonna be his wife, the love of his life, his forever.

Carl came back with a glass of water, a rag, and the clothes that were thrown on the floor. He handed you the glass and cleaned you up.

"Sorry I took long, I had to clean the counters." he smirked, "What made you wanna marry me?" you asked.

Carl sat on the bed next to you and kissed you, "Why wouldn't I?"

My Juliet, my special girl (C. Diaz x Fem!Reader)

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty"

Warnings: gang violence, death, after Olivia's Quince, blood, contemplating suicide

Word Count: 889

It was the morning after Olivia's Quince. The morning after a beautiful party. The morning after Latrelle shot Ruby and killed Olivia.

"It's all my fault."

"I shouldn't have shown mercy to Latrelle."

"I shouldn't have gone after him in the first place."

Cesar blamed and hated himself deeply.

He hated what happened to Ruby and Olivia because in his eyes, that should’ve been him.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got shot.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got killed. 

I need to cry, but I can't get anything out of my eyes,

Cesar sat on the edge of his bed, eyes filled with frustrated tears that threatened to spill but they wouldn’t fall. No matter how upset he was, they wouldn’t pour.

Or my head. 

And oh my god, the night. That night kept repeating in his brain. 

The sound of the gunshot.

The sound of Ruby screaming his name before getting shot. 

The sounds of Geny and Ruben screaming as their son lay on the ground, bleeding out. 

Every little detail played continuously in his brain. It was like a record player stuck in a loop.

Did I die? I need to run,

Days went by without Cesar coming out of the house. He felt like an empty body, just moving on its own throughout the day.  

but I can't get out of bed for anyone.

He was scared. 

Not of Latrelle or any gang member after him. 

But of his friends and Ruby’s family. 

What if they all hated him? He wouldn’t blame them, but this was the last thing he expected that would break the group up. 

He couldn’t get out of bed to see anyone.

 Not for you,

Not even for the girl he wanted to live for. 

When he did get the courage to go outside, he went to school first. He wanted to see if everyone still wanted to be his friend. Because if not, then he’d just apologize and go away. Leave their lives for good and keep them out of harm’s way. 

When Cesar got to school, no one greeted him. It was like he didn’t exist. 

He hated how no one talked to him, but he couldn’t blame them. He took their friend away.

Cesar skipped a couple classes that day. He just sat in an empty and dark classroom, silently sobbing and crying. 

My sour boy is a pain, 

His chest hurt with each sob he let out, 

I wanna shoot him in the brain,

He doesn’t deserve to live. It should’ve been him instead of Olivia.

He feels like if he died, everything would be better for his friends. 

 but I'd miss him in the morning. 

But a part of him says that this isn’t the way to think. That what happened has already happened and there’s not much to do about it but move on and make amends.

It really hurts when I need to so bad, but I can't see her..

He missed you, 

My Juliet, 

He missed you so dearly.

My special girl.

The only girl that can really, truly help him through a time like this.

But I need to understand when I can power through,

Because he knows you’ll get him through this, and help guide him to the right choice here. 

Cesar pulled his phone out with shaky hands and sent a text to you, he was sure there were a few words that were misspelled, but you’ll understand what he meant. Hopefully. 

He sat in that classroom, patiently waiting for you to come to him. But this time alone helped him think to himself, about himself. 

Sometimes I act like I know, but I'm really just a kid.

He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he’s really doing is causing problems.

With two corks in his eyes, and a bully in his head.

And hurting those around him because of his actions.

I wanna make a colour that no one else has seen before 

He wants to get out and do something with his life. He doesn’t want to be stuck in the gang for the rest of his life. 

I wanna be so much more

He wants to show everyone that he can make something of himself. That he’s not “Little Spooky”. That he’s Cesar Diaz. 

You walked into the classroom and saw Cesar sitting on the floor. You walked over to him and sat with him. You didn’t say anything to him, you just sat there and looked at him with a slight frown. 

You didn’t like this. He looked so exhausted. 

He had dark eye bags under his eyes, and even then they were red and puffy from the crying. He had tear marks on his face and his clothes were disheveled. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder, as you rubbed his back and lightly scratched his head while you held him.

“It’s ok Cesar.” 

He leaned back and looked at you with teary eyes, wondering what was running in your head as you saw him like this. 

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty”

The one thing that was running through his mind at this moment was how you thought of him.

Something I can't believe..

THAT KOBY FIC HAS ME SCREWAMINGGGGGG JGHHJJKKLUGHH

Finally going through my inbox and AAAHHHHH THANK YOUUUU. I have been CRAVING that man so badly and no one was really writing for him and it's like HELLO????? NOT WRITING FOR KOBY SHOULD BE A CRIME ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S PLAYED BY MORGAN!