Jealous Slashers~!

jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Bo

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

Bruce Wayne and cunnilingis or somnophilia pls

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there was nothing as delicious as the taste of your pussy.

it was still dark when bruce roused from his sleep. he stared at the outline of your curves. your breaths were deep, chest rising and falling softly. the bed sheets curled around your naked frame.

bruce leaned his face into your neck, taking a deep breath, relishing your scent.

he did not want to wake you up, but he just wanted a taste, just a small taste. he knelt at the foot of the huge bed, in front of your feet.

the fingers of each hand curled around each of your ankles, slowly opening your legs.

bruce crawled into your space, leaning his head on your inner thighs, his eyes honed into your glistening pussy. he swiped a finger through your cunt, sliding your folds open. collecting your juices. he brought the finger to his lips and closed his eyes in bliss.

yea, just one taste was not going to be enough.

he placed his head closer, his nose breathing in your delicious fragrance. it was instinctual, he licked a stripe up your cunt, his destination? your clit. he scraped it softly with his top teeth. your hips spasmed and you murmured something in your sleep but did not wake. he swirled his tongue on your throbbing clit, but he wanted more. he went lower, sliding his tongue inside you, lapping at every little drop of you he could reach. he felt your gummy walls clench around him, a strangled moan left your lips before his mouth was flooded with your cum, he licked and sucked every last drop, and did not stop. your hips jerking with sensitivity.

he let out a guttural moan when he felt your nails scrape his skull, he looked up at you through his lashes,

your back was arched in pleasure, thighs clenched around his head.

“bruce~” you whined.

“you taste so good baby, i can’t help myself, i don’t have the resolve to wait until you wake.”

“well, i’m up mr. wayne, how about you go back to what you were doing huh? bruce?”

he was more than happy to oblige

How slashers would react to you getting on top

Includes: Billy Loomis, Charlie Walker, Patrick Bateman

Content Warning: 18+! P in v, overstimulation, riding

(No pronouns mentioned, but reader has female anatomy!)

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: ̗̀➛ Billy

Your head was hitting the headboard with every thrust, his cock buried deep inside you. You forced your eyes open, “Fuck Billy,” you managed.

He grunted in response. You braced your hands on his shoulder and wrapped your legs around his hips. You rocked to the side and flipped him over. His dick slammed into you, even deeper and you moaned as you made yourself comfortable on him.

The strands of hair that had been flopping around had flattened on his forehead. His demeanor changed and he gave you a sly smile, his eyes darkened and his moved his hands to your hips. You rocked back and forth, slowly bouncing on him before finding a steady pace. You bit your lip as you neared your release, a tight knot that had formed in your stomach was unraveling slowly as you neared release.

Your legs shook and your walls clenched tightly around his dick. Billy bucked his hips up sloppily to meet you halfway before going limp. He let out a deep moan and came. You slowed your movements and gave one last bounce before coming onto him. You laid down on his chest and drifted off to sleep as he praised your performance that night.

:➛ Charlie Walker

“Let me take care of you this time.” You urged.

“Fuck, okay,” Charlie gasped as you stroked his cock, “Jesus.” You smiled at his reaction and gently pushed him onto the bed.

“Lie down.” You commanded. You lowered yourself onto him, his dick stretched out your walls. You didn’t know Charlie was so big. You put your hands on his chest and started to roll your hips. He felt so good inside you. You sped up and Charlie’s eyes rolled up into his head, he whimpered as you clenched around his hardened cock.

He bucked upward and desperately grasped at your hips. Hot tears were streaming down his face, and you could feel his dick twitch inside you. He was close, but you had no plans to stop or slow down.

“Fuck, y/n.” He whimpered as he came. You fucked him right through his orgasm, his face was reddening with overstimulation, his eyes were clenched. His hips stop bucking and he let you do all the work, guiding him towards his next orgasm.

Charlie moaned as he nearing his next release, you were getting closer too, but you didn’t stop, you couldn’t. A hot feeling filled you as you came on him. You rolled your hips a few more times before pulling off before Charlie could come. He lay on the bed, whimpering.

“Poor Charlie,” you tutted, without sympathy, “you were such a good boy but I couldn’t let you come this time.” You tan your fingers through his hair as his breath slowed and lost its raggedness. He turned to you and smiled.

“we’re gonna need to do that again sometime.”

: ➛ Patrick Bateman

Patrick drilled into your ass. He loved to hear the pretty screams of pleasure you let out as he fucked you. You were on all fours on the bed and Patrick was grunting above you. He pulled out suddenly and lay down on the bed, his dick rock solid and standing up, and his arms around his head.

“Why don’t we try something different?” He suggested casually as if he hadn’t been pounding into you a moment earlier.

“So you want me to ride you?” You deadpanned. You wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. You had been dreaming of the day where you would get to take charge.

“Yes.” He grinned. You couldn’t help but smile back as you pushed yourself onto him. He tangled his hand into your hair and braced himself for you to quicken the pace. You dig your fingers into his shoulders and sped up, rocking your hips back and forth. His length was stretching out your walls and you could feel his tip hit your g-spot.

You tried to throw your head back but he pulled your hair and forced your face closer to his.

“There you go, slut, ride me like the whore you are. I know how eager you were to wrap my dick around your pussy.” He growled in your ear. Your legs shook and you felt warmth spread through your body. You came on him, and tried to slow down your pace. He only tugged harder and encouraged you to keep going, no matter how sloppy you got.

“Come baby, just ride me a little longer, you got it.” He praised. His dick twitched and he finally released. Your core warmed when it was met with his thick, hot ropes. You unmounted him and slid next to him in the bed. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I should really let you take control more, huh?” He laughed.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “that wasn’t half bad.”

A/N: this is my first time doing head cannons like this! There may be more in the future who know? I hope you enjoyed!

↷ ˊ- pairing: chris sturniolo x f!reader.

᪇♡ summary: by accident, chris sees a video where your ex-boyfriend fucks you. he shows you who you are.

᪇♡ content: established relationship, chris jealous dom! sub reader! obscene descriptions, rough sex, rough penetration, hair pulling, mild choking, playing with breasts, use of inappropriate language.

᪇♡ 042502’s typing… ! my first language no English, If you find any errors, that's why. If you like this content, I leave you below the masterlist! for you to read more.

I'm looking at the photos in my gallery with Chris. Me lying on his chest while I slide my thumb over the screen and select some photos to show him about my childhood. Just from a little girl's birthday. We had been lying there for half an hour looking at photos, laughing and making comments from both of us. Chris stroked my back and from time to time pointed out a photo or video that caught his attention.

"And that video?" He asks, pointing to a particular point on the screen that I quickly see and furrow my eyebrows for a second. My eyes widen when I realize what it was and I really regret not deleting it. A video that Emmett had recorded the time we had fucked.

"Nothing, is stupid" I laugh, huffing a little and sliding my finger over the screen, dismissing it.

"But let me see it, I want to see it." He insists and I looked at him, tilting my head with a smile.

I wasn't with Chris when it happened so there was nothing to hide, but I knew perfectly well that there were going to be a thousand questions about why I still had that video. I really didn't have it for anything special, I had just forgotten to delete it among all the things I have in my gallery.

"Come on, I want to see him." His tone of voice changes as does his expression and he no longer seems calm.

"Seriously, Chrissy, it's nothing important," he muttered, lifting me off his chest as I turned off my phone and he pointed at it. I sit on the bed looking at him. The atmosphere had already become tense.

"Show me, do you think I don't recognize your butt? Come on, let me see," he says annoyed, sitting on the bed, leaning his back against the backrest.

"Not because you're going to get angry."

And a lot. I think. If you already really don't like that I was friends with my ex and now this video. He will grow green gray hair.

"Come on" he sighs heavily, already annoyed "let me see."

I swallow saliva, holding my gaze for a few long seconds in which we look at each other seriously. He was going to be angry and rightly so. I had nothing to hide, so while I sit I unlock my phone and close my eyes for a microsecond clicking on the video with Emmett. Regretting it the second I give him the cell phone.

"It's from when I was dating Emmett," I quickly excused, watching him stare at the cell phone and press play on the video without even looking at me.

It was a short fifty-second video in which I was on all fours and Emmett was fucking me in that position, quite rough while I told him please don't stop, that I loved it. My heart races listening to the audio of the video and I felt quite embarrassed by the situation. Chris squeezed his cell phone as he watched the screen and his jaw tightened when he heard everything I said to Emmett in the video.

"Why do you have this video?" He asks, turning off his cell phone when he finishes watching and throws it on the bed, "Do you like to watch it to keep yourself warm or what?"

"not at all Chris" he sighed. I knew he was going to say that: I forgot to delete it, just "sorry." I apologize, looking him in the eyes. It was the truth so I had nothing more to say to him. Still I can see the anger in his eyes. And for some reason that made him look more intimidating. "Are you mad Chris?" I ask when I see that he doesn't answer me or speak to me, I tilt my head and bite my lower lip impatiently. Sign that she was nervous.

"Come here."

I raise an eyebrow in confusion. He shakes his head and pats his lap. I can't figure out if he's angry, jealous, or if he's going to tell me to go to hell. Although I think the latter is not. I listen to him without saying anything, putting one of my legs over his body and finally sitting astride him. He runs one of his hands down my back, moving up to grab my hair in a ponytail and grabs my face with his free hand.

"Did you like the way Emmett fucked you?" he asks without a filter, squeezing my cheeks. His hand covers almost my entire jaw and part of my face. From the way I feel his crotch slowly growing beneath me I realize his intentions. Still I shake my head at his question, looking into his eyes. "Tell me the truth," he demands through his teeth, pulling my hair a little and tightening his grip on my face. "Or do you want me to show you the video so you remember?" He lowers his grip on my neck, pulling me towards him, bringing our faces closer. "Did you like it or not? Don't make me angry."

I look at his mouth when he speaks and I'm already starting to feel how things are heating up. He's jealous. Whatever I answer, he's going to get angry and nothing was going to stop what he was going to do to me. I already had Emmett between my eyebrows.

"Yes" I whisper.

A dark smile appears on his mouth. He runs his tongue over his teeth before clicking it, but he doesn't say anything to me, he just cuts the distance and kisses me without letting go of my neck. He lets go of my hair and slides his hand down my spine to my butt, squeezing over the shorts I'm wearing and then giving him a hard spank. Making me complain about the kiss. He hits me again and I bite my lower lip, furrowing my eyebrows as another spank lands on my ass.

"It hurts me."

"Yeah?" He pouts, scoffing. He hits me again and this time I grab his wrist, stopping him because the area was starting to burn, "take your hand away." He squeezes my neck and I let go almost immediately. He rubs the area a little and then grabs my butt, shaking it while smiling, biting his lower lip. "bear it now." He kissed me quickly and just as we were, he threw me onto the bed, leaving me face up on it.

I can't explain how hot it makes me that he's treating me like this. The inside of my legs is a sea and he hasn't even touched me yet. He quickly gets rid of my shorts, taking my thong along the way as well, and takes a few seconds to admire me, my legs open just for him. I know that he knows perfectly well that that video means nothing to me, I even know that he knows that he fucks me better than anyone. However, his jealousy is stronger and his anger is evident. That just makes things even better. Without wasting any time he quickly takes off his shirt and the jogging pants he is wearing. He stretches one of his hands towards me and grabbing the collar of my tank top he lowers it, freeing my tits that bounce from the violence with which he did it.

He leans down, resting his knee between my legs and his right hand next to my body, directly attacking my neck. Leaving a trail of kisses along my skin while he squeezes one of my tits with his left hand and lowers his mouth, at a fairly slow pace, tracing a line along my collarbone to my nipple, putting it in his mouth, playing with it at the same time that he lowers his hand down my abdomen, abandoning my tit and focusing on my center, wet with it. I am a bundle of emotions, I can't help but let out small sighs at everything he does to me.

A moan escapes my lips when he begins to trace small circles around my clit, testing my entrance, spreading my flows throughout the area. Sending signals to my entire body, making me sigh with pleasure. He returns his kisses to my neck after kissing me and tasting each nipple, leaving them shiny with his saliva and he separates himself to look at my expressions when he threatens to put his fingers in me. I look at him somewhat pleadingly, spreading my legs wider to get more of it, but he touches me anywhere but inside. He presses my clitoris again with his fingers, this time with more intensity, making me start to moan softly.

"Chris" I complain when he presses his fingers again without putting them in me. I felt very wet, I needed it now.

He doesn't say anything to me but smiles mockingly. He doesn't make me wait any longer and slides two fingers inside me with ease.

"You're so wet, huh" he looks at me, resting his free hand next to my head, starting to move his fingers inside me. In and out, at a fast and precise pace. I was already quite sensitive from all the attention he gave to my clit minutes ago, but I kept getting wetter and wetter, moaning in the middle of it all. You could hear perfectly how his fingers entered and left me, juicy from my flows.

I look at Chris with my mouth slightly open, enclosing my legs in his hand when he curls his fingers a little and begins to move them rapidly inside me, fully stimulating that point that makes me scream immediately. Making it impossible for me to want to hold out my orgasm. The pressure in my abdomen began to increase and my thighs trembled from the over-pleasure it was generating in me. He grabbed his arm and pulled my head back, freeing me. Splashing all over his hand and wetting the sheets.

Chris removes his fingers from inside me and roughly grabs my face.

"Open your mouth" he orders and as soon as I do he puts his fingers in me. Making me taste my own taste while I breathe heavily through my nose and suck on his fingers, looking into his eyes when I do it. He moistens his lower lip and takes out his fingers, without letting go of my face and with that same hand he slaps me lightly. I smile letting out a sigh "So you like to be fucked like a whore," he murmurs, emphasizing one of the phrases Emmett told me in the video. He lowers his hand and squeezes my neck tightly when I nod shamelessly and with his free hand he squeezes my cheeks again before slapping me again. a little stronger. The area is starting to itch a little but I haven't erased my smile yet. He also smiles and lets go of me, walking away to take off his boxers.

I don't even have time to admire her naked body, she grabs me by the thighs and turns me over on the bed. Putting myself face down, supported by my elbows. He tells me to raise my hips a little and puts a pillow under me. He separates my knees a little and brushes the hair from my back to leave a clear path to briefly kiss the area. to my lower back while he squeezes my butt with both hands and moves away, spreading my buttocks. I turned a little and smiled seeing how he is admiring me while biting his lower lip. I take the opportunity to move my hips towards him, making him sigh.

He settles between my legs, from behind, grabbing his cock to start walking the glans through my folds. Spreading my flows throughout the entire area of my entrance and immediately hitting my ass with its entire length. Afterwards, I pressed the glans again at my entrance, starting to insert only the tip and taking it out again, several times, giving me just a taste. He grabs me by the hips, stopping me when I start to pull them back so he can start fucking me once and for all. I couldn't stand the urge anymore.

"How desperate." He mocks me, spanking my butt with his huge hand, making me jump a little.

I'm about to complain and tell him to stop teasing but I'm silenced by the sudden thrust squarely inside me. All the way in, sliding easily and making me ache from the sudden sensation. He starts moving at a fast pace right away, without even letting me get used to his thickness. He grabs me by the back of my neck with both hands, in turn squeezing my neck and holding on like that to start attacking me. Entering completely and leaving only halfway, fucking me as only he knows how. Stealing all the moans from the back of my throat that are slightly broken by the force in which he is holding me.

I arch my back due to the speed he is exerting to catch me and I close my eyes, letting myself be for the moment. Nice to meet you. Listening to the curses he throws from time to time and our sweaty skins colliding violently from the thrusts. My moans echoing throughout the room and ringing in my ears, enveloping me.

Chris pushes me down, causing my torso and head to fall onto the sheets. He presses me against the bed again with his hand on my neck and slows down the pace of the thrusts a little. I feel like my walls are starting to close around him more and more and as he advances I get wetter and wetter. When he lets me go, he raised his head a little and I began to pant following the rhythm of his hips, moving towards him in search of my second orgasm. He wasn't going to last much longer and he knows it.

I rest my cheek against the bed, crumpling the sheets between my fingers as I receive the next thrust inside me. I swore that at any moment he was going to break me in two if he continued to exert such force to attack me. He's angry, jealous, and he's discounting it on me right there.

A smile appears at the corner of my mouth and I let out a muffled moan when he spanks me hard, making me shudder from head to toe.

"Is that how he would fuck you?" He asks with his mouth pressed to my ear, his hands on either side of my head and he doesn't stop moving his hips against me. I can feel how close I am to my orgasm. Increases lunge speed on purpose. I do not answer. The words just don't come out to me. I close my eyes tightly and open my mouth, releasing breathless moans. ou could hear the noise of our skin colliding and the sounds from the back of my throat, "Answer to me."

"No" I deny as best I can, sticking closer and closer to him, the tingling in the lower part of my abdomen becomes present. Chris slows down and starts taking short, slow thrusts. I can swear he smiled at my response. He sits up, grabs my hips and puts me on all fours again. He rolls my hair in his hand, twists his wrist and pulls me towards him, causing my body to rise from the bed and my back to crash against his chest.

So I can see our reflection in the mirror in front of the bed. The panorama is fiery. Chris places his hand on my abdomen while he continues to grab my hair and begins to rock his hips again. He knows perfectly well that he found my g-spot and he takes care of hitting the right place to make me scream.

When I have you like this, he whispers in my ear, sliding his hand from my abdomen to my clitoris. We exchange glances through the reflection "I have no doubt who you belong to."

I smile at what he tells me, nodding without doubting for a second that I am his. He smiles too and places a kiss behind my ear. He whispers 'very good, that's my baby' and just like that he puts me on all fours again without stopping fucking me.

I threw my head back, closing my eyes, and ended up enveloping his cock with my orgasm, making the thrusts sound even louder. He lets go of my hair and grabs onto my waist, thrusting into me until he breaks free too. Filling my inside. Making it clear to me once again that I am completely his.

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Can't stop thinking about pregnant!reader constantly snapping at simon and being tired and him just being so understanding and everyone that sees them just don't get it? Because how is the Lieutenant that snaps at whoever being this soft🫡🫡

you've been bringing your own lunch to work because you hate the meals the mess hall makes. it makes your pregnant belly absolutely angry, and simon's held your hair up enough times to know that if he doesn't pack you something to eat before you go, it'll be hell on earth.

the rec room door slams open. everyone jumps, startled in their seats, and simon just stares, leaning against the wall by the open window as he puffs on a cigarette.

his eyes focus on you just as you angrily waddle your way over. he doesn't even flinch when you smack the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with your boot as you glare up at him. all he does is smirk a little, reaching down and thumbing at your jaw.

"'ello, beautiful," he murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over your face. you let him touch for just a moment before you hit his hand off.

"don't try and butter me up," you snap, narrowing your eyes more. "you forgot...you forgot!"

he sighs, licking over his bottom lip.

"never seen anythin' prettier than ya," he whispers. he wants to shove down your pants and fuck your sopping cunt (he knows you're wet, you always are now), but instead he just lets out a soft breath and takes in how pretty you really are. just gorgeous--those big, pouty lips, all glossy and wet. those eyes--what drew him to you in the first place, that gaze that could stop a thousand bullets.

"you forgot my lunch, simon," you cry, and he cups your face, shaking his head. "i hate you. you're a sorry bastard! what's wrong with you?!"

he leans down and pecks your lips through the mask, and johnny, who's been slack-jawed and caught off-guard since you came into the room, turns to look at gaz--who's equally as confused.

"didn't forget, swee'eart," simon murmurs. "got y'some take-away. thought y'might fancy somethin' else."

your angry expression fades just a little, and you smooth both hands over your bump.

"you...you did?" you sniffle, and simon chuckles, nodding.

"y'r just tired, luv...aren't ya?"

you nod, closing your eyes. he soaks up your tears with the thumbs of his gloved hands.

"y'r feet oll swollen..." he kisses your jaw through the mask, and your eyes flutter a little. "c'mon, bubs. let's get ya off y'r feet, aye? get ya some food?"

you let him coax your face into his chest, and you settle there, taking a deep breath.

"you need to stop smoking," you whisper as you get a whiff of the scent on his clothes. "if i catch you again, i'll kill you."

"olright, luv," he agrees absentmindedly, turning you around to guide you out of the room. your food is in his room since he doesn't trust his sergeants not to pick at it if he left it in the shared fridge. "woteva ya say."

when you both close the door behind you, johnny blinks.

"i think i just saw a ghost, a real one..." he murmurs. "i must've just seen a ghost, gaz, have i gone mad? or did i just see our lieutenant with a lass? and did she just call 'im a bastard?"

"no," gaz turns back to their card game, dealing out another hand. "no, we didn't see anythin', soap."

"huh?"

"we didn't...see...anything."

Levi: "Why is everyone else traveling in carriages, but me and (y/n) have to travel with our fucking horses?"

Erwin: "Do you really want the truth?

(y/n): "......yes?"

Erwin: "Because I am sick and tired of drivers complaining about you two having sex."

(y/n): "Oh come on! We aren't that loud!"

Levi: "I am not, you sure are."