THAT KOBY FIC HAS ME SCREWAMINGGGGGG JGHHJJKKLUGHH

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!

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?"

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.

The eyes, Chico (R.Cameron x Fem!Reader)

The eyes, Chico. They never lie.

Request: Rafe please

Word Count: 720

Summary: Rafe noticing how differently you look at him compared to others

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

Rafe Cameron who never paid any mind to you at first. He thought you were just new to Kildare Island and got invited to one of his infamous parties.

Rafe Cameron who never got the best glances from people. They always looked at him in disappointment, hatred and fear.

Rafe Cameron who ends up subconsciously searching for your eyes through the sea of kooks.

Rafe Cameron who notices your glances and longing stares. He noticed how different your look was from the others.

Rafe Cameron who decides to push you away before you could ever make the move to talk to him.

Rafe Cameron who fears that the way you're looking at him is just a facade from who you really are.

Rafe Cameron who ends up telling Barry about you. How you probably already know about his issues and crimes by now.

Rafe Cameron who caught your eye when you stepped into the huge Cameron Estate. He was the first who caught your attention.

Rafe Cameron who made you wonder what a handsome boy like him is doing around guys like Topper and Barry.

Rafe Cameron who pushes you away and leaves you wondering what you could have done.

You stopped showing up at the parties, hoping it'll make him feel better. Maybe he just didn't enjoy your presence around him.

You'd hang out with Sarah and end up third wheeling with her and Topper. You were at the Cameron home, so you decided to leave the two alone in Sarah's room. You felt like you were getting in between them anyway.

Rafe Cameron who spots you walking past his room and down the stairs. He was curious about you. Always has been. And honestly, he was kind of disappointed with himself for pushing you away.

Rafe Cameron who follows you downstairs and tries to strike up a conversation with you. Asking "How are you?" "How was your day?" "Did you enjoy the parties?"

You'd respond with little to no expression on your face, but your eyes held a different story. They said more than you could.

Rafe Cameron who excuses himself in an awkward and stuttered manner as he heads to the bathroom.

Rafe Cameron who dials a number and impatiently waits as it rings before the person on the other end picked up and answered with, "Barry speaking."

Rafe Cameron who goes into detail about your eyes and how you have been looking at him since the two of you shared a glance at the first party he spotted you at.

Rafe Cameron who is sure that words mean more than looks and actions. Which is why he's so sure that you're just not as interested as he thought you were

Barry who tells Rafe that "none of those matter". "Actions and words don't mean shit when it comes to the eyes, man."

Rafe Cameron who is evidently confused and now realizing how long he left you in the kitchen.

Rafe Cameron who asks Barry for a quick tip before he gets back to you.

Barry who tells Rafe to suck it up and "listen to what her eyes are saying. She might not be able to tell you, but her eyes will. Trust me."

Rafe Cameron who hangs up and takes multiple deep breaths before walking out of the bathroom and making his way to the kitchen.

Rafe Cameron who strikes up another conversation with you, this time putting an effort to get to know you while also taking Barry's advice and paying close attention to your eyes.

Rafe Cameron who notices just how pretty your eyes are up close. He then starts to notice how gorgeous you are up close.

Rafe Cameron who does end up seeing what Barry was talking about, you held so much emotion in your eyes even when you didn't show any on your face.

Rafe Cameron who sees how you look up at him with beautiful, wide eyes that sparkle when he makes eye contact with you.

Rafe Cameron who sees little hearts inside of your eyes when he smiles or speaks.

Rafe Cameron who learned to love your eyes.

You who loved him and learned the real him instead of the aggressive and angry kid who has gotten nothing but looks of fear, hatred and disappointment his whole lie.

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