Magcon Imagines and Preferences

Aaron Carpenter

"Don't even fucking touch me, Aaron!" You scream as you rip your arm out of his grasp, causing a frown to form on his face.
"Y/n, what the hell did I do?"
"You-you-you- you slept with that SLUT!" You say, pointing to the bitch sitting on your stairs with her hands in her hair.
"Hey, she is not a slut and I'd never do anything to hurt you," he says, trying to cup your cheek with his hand. You slap it away, causing him to stumble back and just stare at you.
"Well, I'm out," the little hoe bag says as she goes to leave, but you see a devilish smile begin to play on Aaron's face.
"No, don't leave! The party was just getting started." He grabs her arm as she goes to leave, kissing her lustfully and with so much tongue you think she probably can't breath. He pulls away, asking if you'd like to join in.
"Fuck you," you say, preparing to roast him but holding your tongue. "I hope you get pregnant, and I hope your dick falls off in your sleep. Have a good night, assholes!" You tell as you leave the house, stealing that bitches little Camry and ranking it head on into his Range Rover. You then hop out, getting into your jeep and driving off towards anywhere but there.