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mx-pastelwriting · 2 years ago

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Can you do an nsfw of eugene porter with him being a savior and y/n going to rescue him but she decided to stay with him ?

Eugene Porter x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warning: Smut, Established Relationship, Mention of Alcohol, Rough sex

Minors do not interact!

You held your breath as your body pressed up against a cold concrete wall, hearing the footsteps and shit talk of two savior men walking your way. Finally, they passed, giving you an opportunity to run in the opposite direction, gliding through the dimly lit hallways, going off with very little information on where Eugene was.

After getting the information, you knew you had to find him, even when they thought it was too risky after Daryl ran, but you snuck out, not giving them a chance to talk you out of it. You made it to the Saviors' base with nothing but a pistol and a knife. You told yourself that it would be worth it in the end, but you lied to yourself; you saw Daryl, and they would do the same to you if they found you.

Refreshing your memory, you found the door that was mentioned. Opening it, you find yourself in a dark room with only a small lantern illuminating what you think is Eugene in the bed. Quietly, you stood up, moving slowly. You smiled, seeing that Eugene had goofy hair that always brought a smile to your face, even on a bad day.

Gently, your hand strokes his hair like you do every night with him cuddled up on your chest. He awoke quickly in a panic, but your words calmed him: "What on earth are you doing here?" You respond with a kiss on the lips, and quickly he melts into it, showing you how much he missed you.

You break the kiss, not wanting to get too distracted from his rescue. "We need to move now to get back"—your whisper wasn't unheard of as it landed on his lips. "No," his voice got louder with his head shaking, "please, Eugene, I need you back with me." Your pleas fell on death's ears. "Stay with me; I know but..." He took a second to get his words right, "You need to trust me" you took in a shaky breath knowing you're on thin ice.

Reluctantly, you pushed off your boots, and, putting your gun and knife on the nightstand, you huffed a laugh at the half-full bottle of wine. "If I knew you were having a party, I would have brought wine glasses with me." He pulled you into his arms with a quiet, "Sorry." You laughed before kissing his lips once more. His hands move up your shirt, eager to feel you again; when Negan took him, you never got to say goodbye, only a quick catch of his terrified eyes.

He wasted no time in running your hands through his layered hair as his hands squeezed your skin. Eugene took notice of your moans as he began to thrust his now hard-clothed cock against you; the friction teased you both. Eugene moved in between your legs like he had too many times in your home, filling the dark room with kissing, heavy breaths, and rustles of the bedsheets.

He moved onto your neck without giving you a chance to calm down, yanking your bottoms off, and exposing you to the cold air, followed by your shirt, which was roughly ripped off; his roughness always made your sex life more interesting. You let out a playful laugh as you watch him give in to his lust for you; he always had a wall of control to break when you made love, but this time he wasn't holding back.

Sloppy kisses left cold trails down your stomach, covering every inch before his warm mouth was on you. Biting your moans was the most difficult part; not having a relief in weeks made you crave his touch even more. A quick gasp leaves you as his thick fingers enter slowly, taking their time to curl. You always appreciated the foreplay, but all you wanted was his cock deep into you, with his shy, lustful eyes looking at you as if you were the only person on earth.

"Eugene, get your sexy ass up and fuck me, please." Your plea came out as a whine, and he did as he was told, quickly removing his underwear and exposing his throbbing cock. Your hips squirmed at the sight; at last, he slowly entered you, taking his time for you to savor the moment and not to cum so quickly. His thrusts started off hard and slow, making your brain turn into mush by the time he quickened his pace. Moans, grunts, and soft skin touching filled the once quiet room, and it wasn't long before you got to gaze into those blue eyes that turned soft at the sight of you melting under him.

"Eugene, you are okay in there!" A deep voice boomed from the closed door that had a yellow light blooming from the crack. You both came to a halt, your brain resuming its work, and you looked at each other, scared and out of breath. "Yes, I'm doing good," you said, closing your eyes, hoping the guard wouldn't notice that it wasn't Eugene's words; he'd never say "good". "All right, man, lights out. "A sigh left both of you as heavy footsteps echoed back down the hall.

"You need to leave, I would never forgive myself if they- "I’m not leaving you, not after tonight." He relaxed above you; it was useless trying to talk you out of this. "Okay," he said as his head rested in the crook of your neck. Leaving the rest of the night to both of you and your love.

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bobbyseyesmile · 4 years ago

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Pride and Passion

Negan successfully scared the shit out of Rick's group when he brutally murdered Abraham with his baseball bat. Rick's oldest daughter steps up when Daryl lashes out and before Negan kills Glenn. She's willing to cooperate for the group’s sake and when he's threatening to kill her younger brother she offers him anything he wants, not knowing that all Negan wants is in fact her.

Chapter 1 - A new beginning

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kylopen · 6 years ago

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It’s Always Been You (Pt. 2)

Warnings:SMUT, a tad bit of angst, some fluff, oral sex (female receiving) unprotected sex (stay safe kiddos) SEASON 9 (“the storm” episode 16 towards the end of this fic)

Part One Part Two

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You were adamant in cooking for Eugene. “I love cooking don’t worry” you laugh, draining the pasta as Eugene watches from the table. He notices the little things, how your tongue pokes out when you focus on your cooking, how you get on your tip-toes to reach plates from the cupboard, even down to the little splash of tomato sauce on your cheek.

“Voila” you smile as you place his plate in front of him. “I must say this smells absolutely divine Y/N” he nods in appreciation. “Good! I hope it tastes as good as it smells, dig in” you watch him, not eating until you see his reaction to the taste. “This is so good. Just like my momma used to make” he smiles, being brought back in time. You were happy now, chowing down on the meal.

Long after you both had finished your food you were just sat at the table drinking some wine and talking about everything. “You got a little something on your cheek” Eugene leans forward to wipe it off but stops as you both stare into each others eyes, Eugenes hand on your cheek. “I- sorry” he quickly removes his hand. You don’t know if it was the very tiny buzz of wine in your system or just your lust for Eugene, but soon you were lunging forward, straddling him on his chair. He’s frozen. You look at him before gently moving your lips to his. After a moment, he finally realises what is happening and kisses you back. Relief floods your system. You bite and nip at his lips, and as he parts them you slip your tongue in. Eugenes breathing and heart rate is quick now, you can feel it. He’s nervous. Your hands tug at the hair at the back of his neck and he lets out a very soft moan. This only draws you closer, carrying on. “Eugene~” you whine, slightly grinding on the not-So-subtle hardness in his pants. He lets out a strained moan. This was all so new to him. It was overwhelming. His hands instinctively go to your ass, squeezing it before grabbing your waist to push you further and harder onto his lap. “Oh god” his head rolls back as you grind down on him. It wasn’t long until you were off his lap and on the floor, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. “Fuck Eugene you’re so big” you groan and he smiles triumphantly. “Y/N I haven’t- I haven’t done this before I don’t know how long I’ll last” he furrows his eyebrow. “Guess you’ll have to make me cum some other way” you stick your tongue out teasingly. His face goes a beet-red at your comment. You unbutton your shirt slowly, giving Eugene a show. His wyes were fixated on you. Your beautiful body. You may see imperfections in yourself but he sure didn’t. You finally let your bra fall to the floor and he shifts in his seat, obviously wanting to have you. You bend over and slowly pull down your panties, throwing them to his lap. You enjoyed this... power. He wanted you so bad and you had that power over him. Coyly walking over to him you sit on his lap, your hands gripping the chair on each side of his head. “Look Eugene... look how wet I am for you” you lift up your skirt to show the wetness covering his length from your core. Eugene visibly shivers at this. You hold his cock up just so it’s barely touching your heat. “Tell me. Tell me how much you want this” you whisper. “I want it Y/N” you sink down so only the tip is in. “Oh shit” Eugene curses. “Please Y/N the whole thing I want it bad” he moans. “Sure thing daddy” you smirk and take him all inside you at once. “Oh my- fuck” you moan loudly, his cock stretching you out. “Y/N your so tight... and wet... and warm oh my god” he groans. You begin to slide up and down his length, boobs bouncing right in front of his face. It was hypnotic. Eugene was vocal. And you weren’t complaining. It was hot. “Get up” he moans. You do what he says. Eugene knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to finish too. He pushes you down onto the table, your chest pressed against the cold wood. You hear him shift behind you and you spread your legs. Instead of changing positions to fuck like you thought he was you feel his breath hit your core. “E-Eugene you don’t have to—“ you’re cut off by his mouth on your heat. His tongue laps around messily, causing breathy moans to escape your mouth. “Eugene” you whine, and then he was flipping you over so you were laying on the table. His fingers run up and down your folds before he dips one finger in. Then another. He begins to pump his fingers in a quick pace. “Oh fuuuck” you whimper.

He curls his fingers with each thrust, hitting deep. “I’m close” you whimper. Eugene says nothing, but latches his mouth onto your clit, sucking hard, his fingers still working at the same pace. You could feel the heat rising in your stomach. “E-Eugene” you moan. “Cum for me” his voice is husky. His free hand is on your left thigh, squeezing as you release on his hands. A loud mix of words and incoherent sounds come stringing from your mouth, body shaking. “Fuck me. Fuck me Eugene” you plead. He stands up, licking your juices from his fingers. The look on Eugenes face... it was unlike anything you had seen on him. He looked so confident, his eyes blown full with lust. He lines himself up against your core once again, he was harder now. He pushes himself in all at once, causing you to gasp and grip the table cloth. He begins thrusting, hard and unforgiving. “Your pussy is so tight and wet just for me”. “Cum for me Eugene.” You whimper, your voice straining. It wasn’t long before Eugene pulls out, spilling his release onto your thigh. He waits for a moment, composing himself before he grabs a towel and wipes his cum off you. You stand up, your steps a little wobbly. You look at Eugene and your eyes begin to well up. You rush upstairs to your room as fast as you can, leaving your clothes behind. You couldn’t help but feel stupid. He likes Rosita. This was just sex to him. But to you, it was so much more to you. You were stupid to think this wouldn’t hurt you.

Your thoughts were interrupted with a small knock at your door. “Y/N? Are you ok? I’m so sorry if you didn’t want this and I somehow forced you or-“ “come in Eugene” you sniffle. He steps in. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry. I just... realise this is different for you.” You speak, Eugene has a confused look on his face. “If you mean the intimacy... Y/N it did mean something for me... tonight you really let me in on yourself- during our dinner... you talked about things that I didn’t know about you... I felt special. I felt that you trusted me enough to open up. Sure, the sex was a bonus, but I found myself being romantically intrigued by you. Yes I still harbour feelings for Rosita but that does not mean I am not falling for you at the same time” he sits next to you on your bed and rests his hand on your shoulder. “Give me a chance to show you that I mean that— even if that means no sex for months Y/N” he smiles gently.

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(Little bit of a time skip to the snow storm (season 9 episode 16))

The storm had hit pretty hard. You were in the town hall with the others, including Negan. “Now don’t y’all make the cutest couple” Negan gestures to you and Eugene. The both of you had been taking it slow, therefore not telling anyone just yet. “They’re not even-“ Rosita starts but Eugene is the one to cut her off. “I would like to confirm the fact that Y/N and I are together” he nods and you shyly smile. “I called it” Judith laughs. You were content. You and Eugene were still taking things slow, but you were now sure he had more feelings for you than Rosita. Life was going alright.

@eugenessix

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frenziedslashers · 2 years ago

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I don't know if this is an odd request or not but Eugene x fem reader who's like Maggie's sister. And they get really close after they meet and it's super obvious that eugene is into the reader. And the night in 5x5 episode where GREATM is sleeping in the library eugene and reader are laying down next to the little fire they have going (eugene is laying on one side of it and reader is laying on the other side) and they are sitting and talking (mostly eugene rambling) and they end up sleeping together that night after everybody else goes to bed?

This sounds super fucking scattered and not that much detail but I hope you can do it. <3

Hold Me, Please;;

A/N: I spent a good hour trying to decode what "GREATM" meant before I realized it was "Glenn, Rosita, Eugene, Abraham, Tara, and Maggie". I am so sorry 😭🫶 but yeah I can do this! Not a big fan of Eugene, but he gives me an excuse to put nerdy stuff into fics LMAO Sorry if this isn't the best

Pairing: Eugene Porter x Fem!Reader (Maggies Sister)

Warnings: I was going to do smut but I got lazy sorry 😭🫶, making out, Maggie's Big Sister ModeTM Activates, Eugene is a fucking NERD, let me know if I need to add more!

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It was just the two of you up besides Glenn who was taking watch at the window for the next couple of hours. Maggie and Tara were asleep on the other side of the bookshelf to the left of you. Abraham and Rosita were asleep on the other side of the shelves to the right.

"Do they always fuck that loud?" You blurted, and Eugene could feel his face heating up. Not only did he just realize how intently he was staring at your face while you laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling, but you had also asked him a quite bizarre question. Maybe that's what he liked about you. How ruthless and random you were. He liked that you seemed to have zero shame when it came to asking about people you hardly knew. He wondered if you had always been that way, or if the hardness of the world had changed your personality.

"Well, not every night," he started, his fingers playing with a few strands of his hair while he lay on his side. His eyes fixated on the small can that still had some ambers within it. The little can that separates you from him.

"I mean, some nights they don't even. I reckon they're fighting those nights. Or something happens and they just don't have the time. Abe's always been quite obnoxious though. Sex or not, he wants the world to hear him it seems." He rambled, and you smiled over at Eugene with this smile that had his brain lagging. He swore he'd never felt this way toward anyone in his life. Sure, he'd steal glances from Rosita here and there. Plus, he liked how badass she was, but you? You felt so different from him. You had this sweet and silky demeanor to you. Like if he touched you all of his problems would vanish and he'd be enveloped in this warmth that only you could give him.

"Well, it's annoying," you snickered, rolling onto your side so you could face him. His eyes hesitantly flashed up to meet yours, and he swore that was his worst mistake of the night. Your eyes were so easy to get lost in. He wondered how you weren't spoken for with how drop-dead gorgeous you were.

"Did you game before this all started?" You asked, and he shook his head. Yet again having to pull his thoughts away from how distracting you were. "What?" He asked, and you giggled. The noise had his heart beating even faster in his chest. His eyes looking everywhere but at you. Terrified that if he looked at you then you would know what he was thinking.

"Did you play any video games before all of this?" He swallowed thickly at the question and tried to think of how to respond. You were treading on thin ice right now. Before you knew it you were going to have Eugene talking all night. He could never shut up when the topic of his special interests was brought up. It had his heart swelling at the fact that you wanted to know more about him.

"Well, I would like to consider myself a gamer. I wasn't the best with gaming chats, some people got too darn mean, but I liked hearing the commentary when I would absolutely kick ass." He added, and he felt his lips pull up into a small smile when you smiled at him. "What games were your favorite?" you asked, and he sighed. his fingers drummed on the floor while he looked around in thought.

"Well, I enjoyed an array of games. First-person shooter games, Puzzle Games, RPGs, and a wide variety. I enjoyed coming home from work or school to sit and play some Galaga or Minecraft here or there. Borderlands was a good one, super beautiful character development in those games. Call of Duty could be fun at times, wasn't much a fan of the people who would play that game though." He rambled on before he realized how much he was talking.

Eugene cleared his throat. He looked up at you with bashful eyes, nodding his head toward you. "Did you have any games you liked?"

He watched closely while you looked around. The way you seemed to think as if you were questioning lying or not. Then this deep sigh fell from your lips and he half wondered if you were upset. "Well, not really. I grew up on the farm with Maggie and..." your eyes drifted with this look of hurt that had his heartstrings tugging. He barely knew you and he hated seeing you look so upset. He knew enough about you already to know you didn't deserve whatever pain you were experiencing right now. "Our other sister, Beth. We didn't really have any time to play games other than the ones outside. Plus, Daddy was never a fan of them. Claimed they would rot our brains." You told him, and he nodded. Making a mental note to find some sort of gaming device in the future so you could play one with him.

"Well, he's not entirely wrong. I used to procrastinate on college work by gaming all day and night. Even missed a few classes because I would stay up too late." He told you, and you nodded with a sigh. "What did you do, then?" He asked, wanting to hear more of your voice. More about you.

You shifted in your spot, and he did as well. "Well, I used to help my family on the farm. That took up a lot of my time, really. I didn't even get to move out. I was always worried Daddy didn't have enough help, and he was already so lost when Maggie left for school. I couldn't leave," you rambled, and he was enraptured by you. You had every ounce of attention that he could give to you as you told him on and on about your life. Whether it be the games you and your little sister Beth used to play. Or how you and your uncle used to hunt. Or how you used to tend to the animals. He would remember everything, God as his witness.

When neither of you really had any more to talk about, it was silent again. You could hear Abraham snoring, and the faint sound of groaning from the walkers that aimlessly roamed the streets outside. Neither of you knew what to say.

His eyes focused on your form in the dark when you shuddered. His brows furrowing with a curious grin in his eyes. "Are you cold?" He asked, and he was acting before you even had time to answer. "Take my jacket, I suspect that you are in need of it more than I," he told you, offering the coat, and you felt your stomach flip at the offer. That was the kindest thing anyone had really done for you since all of this started. Besides Daryl being there to help you and Beth when you each got separated from the prison. Or when he helped you after you lost Beth. Daryl and Glenn were really the only two of the group that you believed would treat you as kind as Eugene was. Even then, this felt different than their friendly demeanors towards you. It felt less brotherly and more romantic?

"Eugene, I don't want to take your coat," you chuckled, and he raised a brow. "We could share it? Our combined body temperatures would keep the both of us equally warm. If not you warmer than me, being that I'm a man and we tend to let off more body heat due to muscle mass. Plus with my size, it would be the most efficient way for you to stay warm. Unless you're uncomfortable with it, that's more important than you being slightly cold. If the temperatures were below freezing I would fight over the matter more, but that's not the case," he jabbered in a matter-of-fact way. It made you smile at how intellectual he always was. Even the jokes he told he always said it with this "I'm smart, and I know it," attitude.

"If this is your way at flirting you have a funny way at doing it," you shot, and that was quick to make him shut up. His brows furrowed and he gave you this look that almost made him look half offended that you were accusing his scientific and worried arguments of him just wanting to lay beside you. "Though lying beside you would be a plus, I am only suggesting it out of concern for you. I promise you, I'm not some pig, I would never use the word of science to get in a woman such as yourself's pants," he spoke, and you raised a brow when he came to sit beside you. "You deserve a gentleman, nothing less, and I will stand by that," he finished, and you smiled.

He didn't really know what to do from here, his mind was racing a mile a minute and he wondered if he was overstepping boundaries by simply moving around that stupid tin can so he could sit beside you. He tried his best to chase his racing thoughts away while he lay down on the floor beside you. His back pressed against the hardwood. Saliva pooled in his mouth that he quickly swallowed away. He despised how awkward and anxiety-ridden he always was. He wished he could be normal and not overcomplicate every single thing he did.

His body stiffened when you grabbed the coat from his hands. Draping it over the both of you so you could curl up beside him. This time he felt a shudder from you, and it nearly had him shuddering. Just he wasn't cold. "If this is too much, you let me know," he muttered "Eugene," he turned his head to look over at you. Your face was a hell of a lot prettier up close. "Hold me, please."

He couldn't say no to that offer, especially with how soft your voice was. He felt like he was a sailor, and you were a siren coaxing him into the water with you. Turning on his side so he could wrap an arm around your body and pull you close. Your body felt so warm and cozy up against his. A soft breath left his lips while his eyes fluttered shut. He prayed this moment would never end.

"I know I said I wasn't trying to get in your pants, but may I maybe steal a kiss from you? If that's not weird, I could be getting the wrong vibes from you, I apologize if I am, and I-" a muffled gasp left his mouth when your lips were pressed against his. He was so lost in his ramble that he wasn't even paying attention to what you were doing.

Your lips on his had his body bubbling with a feeling he swore he had never felt. It felt like straight electricity, and his dopamine levels were through the roof. A cocktail of feelings was shooting through his brain right now and he hardly knew how to react. He kissed back, but he was so stiff with it. He'd never done this before, how was he supposed to kiss? Was he too rough, too hard? What if he was fucking this all up and you didn't want to ever kiss him again.

"Eugen, relax," you muttered against his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut. "Sorta hard when I got a pretty gal such as yourself kissin' me," he spoke and you chuckled, kissing his cheek. "All right, then you kiss me. It's fine, I've got no idea what I'm doing either," you snickered, and for some reason that eased his worries away. It was hard to believe, but it made him feel like less of a loser.

One of his hands came to shakily rest on the side of your face. His thumb brushed the apple of your cheek. His eyes were parted once more so he could see what he was doing. Once he leaned back in and his lips caught yours in a kiss they were closing. This time he felt more at ease like maybe he could figure out what he was doing. He was a perfectionist, after all. He'd get the hang of it sooner or later.

A soft sigh left your lips, and the noise shot straight between his legs. A low grumble left his throat while he rolled his body so he was partially above you. Sharing kiss after kiss with you felt like dream after dream.

He wanted to take it a little further, with your approval, but like they say. All good things come to an end, right?

"Get off of her!" Eugene nearly screamed when he heard Maggies voice. Jumping to his feet like a scared cat as he stared at your older sister with wide eyes. His hands flew up in defense when he saw the machete in her hands and he wondered if maybe he should have asked her if this was okay. Was he going to die?

"Maggie! Stop it, he wasn't hurting me," you shouted at your older sibling, and she shook her head. "The hell do you think yer doin'? We don' know him!" She hissed, and you scowled. "He listens to me," you snapped, "Plus, you obviously trust them enough to have me come along with you and Glenn on this mission!" you argued back, watching as your arms lowered her weapon and he attention was no longer on Eugene, it was on you.

"Maggie, what's going on?" Glenn asked, and Eugene looked at the man with a pale expression. Abraham and Rosita retreated from their corner to see what the commotion was all about as well.

"I kissed her," Eugene spoke, finger pointing at you to clarify who he was talking about. "It was all my idea. She was cold so I offered my jacket and to lay beside her to help regulate her body temperature. Then she asked me to hold her an dI asked if I could kiss her. It was all consensual! I would never take advantage of a woman like that," he blabbered in attempts to get you and himself out of this sticky situation. All eyes landing on the two of you.

Abraham looked impressed, Maggie had a look that could kill, Rosita was shocked, Glenn was dumbfounded, and Tara was clapping. "Get it, Eugene," she hooted with a snicker, and Maggie shot her a glare that had her throwing her arms up and retreating. "too soon, my bad, horrible with these situations," Tara mumbled, and you bit your lower lip to fight back a chuckle.

Maggie looked back at Eugene with this gaze that had him wanting to throw himself outside to the walkers rather than deal with her rage, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there and stared at the girl with a worried gaze of his own. Doing all in his power to seem strong for you.

"Maggie, I'm an adult, I'm not a little girl anymore. I haven't been since before all this apocalypse stuff started," you spoke to your sister in a calming tone, and she nodded. "Fine, but he hurts you, I don't care what information he knows. He's a dead man," her voice was venomous, and she was looking back at you with a similar scowl. "And you, don't do anything stupid. I trust you, don't disappoint me," you nodded, understanding Maggie's worries for you. All she had left was you, and you knew she'd be protective over you until one of you was to go.

Everyone slowly retreated back to their positions. Maggie taking over Glenns watch while Glenn went to bed. Tara back in her sleeping spot and Rosita was lingering waiting for Abraham to join her.

"Didn't think ya had it in ya, Gene," Abe piped, hitting the brunette's shoulder with a toothy grin. "Well, uh, I reckon I never did. I just talked enough that it got me a kiss," he spoke, and the ginger snickered. "Whatever, congratulations, you my friend. Landed yourself a nice piece of ass," he told him with a salute and wink before heading back to bed with Rosita.

Eugene cringed at the other man's phrasing. You were far from a piece of ass to the scientist. You were a friend, a companion. He wanted you to be the person he could rely on when he needed a comforting hand, not just someone to get his rocks off. Though he wouldn't be complaining if you and he did do a little more than just kiss, he'd never push it from you. He'd happily just be in a relationship with you without sex if that was truly what you desired.

His attention was drawn back to you when you said his name. Turning in his spot to find you back on the ground with his jacket over you. Your arm was outstretched towards him, luring him back to bed. He couldn't say no to that. Even if he was dead terrified of your sister, and even Glenn. He could never say no to you. He found a reason to live rather than just being scared of dying, and he'd be damned if he denied you something as simple as lying beside you. He was finally at peace and happy with everything, his only concern was how you'd react when you found out he wasn't actually a scientist. Those were thoughts for another time, though, because right now. He had a date with you and sleep.

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3than1no · 7 years ago

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Giving Eugene a hand job for the first time would include:

Warnings: Smutty... obviously..

- Eugene would definitely be nervous as hell, he would be rambling about facts that really didn’t matter given the circumstances. You would just roll your eyes at his word vomit as you unbuttoned his pants.

- He would be gripping tightly onto the sheets that he was laying on, his eyes squeezed shut as you ran your hand down his semi erect penis. You would feel Eugene trembling under your touch.

- Your hand would continue to work him towards an orgasm, running a thumb over his leaking tip occasionally. Not much sound would be coming from Eugene, apart from a small whimper every so often.

- His cock would twitch in your hand as you pleasured him. The feeling was all new to him as he had never felt the touch of another person like that, Your hand would alternate between slow, which would draw his orgasm out longer, and then would work to a fast pace.

- It would take Eugene longer to orgasm than you thought it would. He would slowly get more breathless as he grew closer before letting out a low groan as spurts to come landed on your hand. You would then surprise him by licking it all off whilst throwing him a dirty smile.

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cellgore · 2 years ago

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— 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐐.

this is a multifandom blog meaning that i favorite certain fandoms/characters so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

please don’t be offended if you send a request for someone and I don’t fulfil it, sometimes the inspiration is lacking for certain characters. I still wish to write though so I will continue to post.

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lily-is-writing · 8 years ago

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Interrupted (Tara x Fem!Reader x Eugene)

TW: Smut, some swearing. Word Count: 1009 Fandom: *Narrator voice* AMC’s The Walking Dead Author’s Note: Anon request: “hi! could you maybe do a twd oneshot where fem!reader and tara are having sex but then they realize eugene is watching them, and at first they're angry at him but then it turns into a threesome? :3″ I really hope you like this, thank you so much for requesting :) Have a great day, everyone!

Finally, Tara and Y/N had some time alone. It started as playful kissing and just escalated, before long they had clothes hastily tossed to the bedroom floor... and on the lamp, on the chair... it didn't matter where the items landed only that that came the hell off. Tara had Y/N pinned down on the mattress by her hands and was leaving kisses all over her, in places she knew would get her going. It started on her neck, then to her boobs, that were safely cupped in Tara's warm hands. Y/N was trembling when Tara started tracing her lips downward towards where Y/N needed her most. Tara would normally tease far more than she was now, but she looked up to Y/N who's eyes were filled to the brim with need, she saw how her hands clenched the blanket beneath her and how her back was arched. She was so incredibly beautiful. Tara's head went straight between Y/N legs, her tongue replicating the pattern she had performed half a hundred times, just the way Y/N liked it.

It made her tremble and moan Tara's name, and that was exactly what Tara needed to kick things up a notch. She pushed two fingers inside her girlfriend, arching them inside and pumping while her tongue still kept that perfect motion on her clit. Y/N was moaning but she was trying so hard not to, it was such a sight to see for the man peaking through the ever so small crack in the door the two girls didn't close properly. He knew it was wrong to watch but the way that Y/N subtly bucked her hips and had her eyes shut tight in pure pleasure was too good to miss. Tara's free hand was grabbing at Y/N ass and rubbing up and down her thigh. Tara's name fell from the girl's lips in moans. She slipped her hand into Tara's and whimpered the phrase 'I love you' desperately. This made Tara's mouth shoot up from between the girl's thighs to her lips and kiss her, passionately, all while still keeping up a perfect pace with her fingers. "I love you too." Tara said, almost breathless. Y/N was so close, it was clear in the way she was breathing and moving. Tara watched as her girlfriend reached her climax with a sweet cry of pleasure.

Shakily, Y/N got between Tara's legs and gently kissed up her thighs, keeping a sensual gaze between them until her lips met her clit. She started out slowly, and teasingly, building up a rhythm that made Tara fight back moans, but they would come out as little choked noises of pleasure, which made Y/N wet all over again. She continued, her hands travelling over Tara's body lovingly. Tara bucked her hips every now and then, but Y/N kept up, increasing her efforts to please her. Occasionally, Tara would let out curse words, her hand running through Y/N's hair and tugging on it every now and then, which made Y/N moan adorably against Tara's pussy. This drove Tara crazy with lust, and got her so much closer to her orgasm. Y/N's hand travelled up Tara's chest, rolling one of her nipples between her finger and thumb. She looked up to see Tara gritting her teeth and breathing heavily and with a loud cry, she came, hard, gripping her girlfriend's hair. Tara grabbed Y/N and kissed her once more. She slipped a hand between her thighs. "Wet again, huh?" She teased. As Y/N tried to stutter out a shy response, Tara's eyes flicked to the door. And she saw him.

"EUGENE!" She growled. He didn't run which was good. Tara assisted Y/N to cover herself and grabbed Y/N's long jacket to cover herself before getting up and viciously dragging the intruder into the room. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" Tara spat aggressively. "Why would you watch us?!" Y/N hissed, she was so incredibly embarrassed. She was mostly ashamed of how much she was excited by all this. So she put on an angry front "I-I am incredibly sorry, I could not help myself. I was looking for Tara at first and I-" Tara cut him off. "And you didn't knock?" She boomed, folding her arms to make sure she was covered. "Well I went to do that, m-multiple times but I, appreciate the female form and just, w-well I admit I could have just walked away-" This time it was Y/N to interrupt.

"You should have!" "I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?" He begged. This was when Tara had an idea. "Fuck her." Tara said, plainly. "I beg your pardon?" He asked, Y/N was too busy blushing to put together a sentence in reply. "I might not like guys but she likes them as much as she likes girls, and she hasn't been fucked by one in a while." Tara explained. Eugene was just as shocked "And what are you going to do?" Y/N asked. "Sit on your face, obviously." She stated.

After a bit of nervous stuttering, Eugene agreed, he had Y/N on her back and was in between her legs. Tara was doing exactly what she said she was going to do. sitting on Y/N's face with her back to Eugene. Y/N was almost nervous as she began to give her girlfriend head once more. Eugene gently fingered her, shaking. After he was convinced she was ready, he pushed inside, thrusting slowly at first, both the girls were already moaning. He kept up a steady rhythm and held onto Y/N's hips. Eugene was letting out whimpers and grunts as he fucked her. He watched as Y/N began to grope at her girlfriend, making her moan even more. The room was hot, filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and desperate cries of pleasure, Y/N and Tara both got off twice before Eugene, who was determined to make this last. But eventually, all things must come to an end, his grip was almost vice-like on Y/N's hips as he got in a few more thrusts before pulling out and finishing himself on Y/N stomach.

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mx-pastelwriting · 3 years ago

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I don't know if you've been asked but can you make a eugene porter fanfic? it's rare to see his fanfics and if you want you can smut thanks for your attention

Not yet thank you for the first one! It is especially on here but on AO3 there a good amount (I've read all of them lol) <3

Eugene Porter x GN!Reader

Summary: After a one night stand you wake up to Eugene confessing his love and showing how much he loves you.

Warnings: Love Confession, Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Minors do not interact!

Breathing the first breath of the day as the sun shines on your face. Stiffing in bed, you find a warm body next to you. You move your arms to touch what or who is behind you.

"Good morning" a groggy but nervous voice specks behind you. You turn to see Eugene looking embarrassed and tired, his hair going in different directions with some resting on the pillow his head was lying on.

You smile. "Good morning, handsome," you respond with a compliment, "I forgot you were here; I thought you'd leave after last night." Your hand tightens around the blanket that has been wrapped around your chest. The memories filled your head, burning your cheeks at the thought of him on top of you.

"I know how the one-night stands go. I didn't intend for this to be one night. I-" "I really like you" Watching his words leave his mouth, his cheeks burn a light pink as he meets your eyes. A big smile spreads across your face before you waste no time kissing his lips. His hands find their way back to your body as they did last night.

Kissing Eugene, you could tell he had no experience, but you loved how he was rough but gentle at the same time, as if he was debating with himself if he was being too rough or too gentle. He was perfect, and he didn't even know it.

Your eyes closed, you paid close attention to where his hands were as you let your hand travel down. Breaking the kiss was a soft moan coming from both of you as both of your hands were touching each other. "Show me how much you like me, " you moaned out as the tip of his two fingers played with your entrance.

He moved quickly to be atop of you, kissing and feeding your desire for him. Moans mix with your kiss as he fingers your pussy. His fingers are slowly moving inside you, curving up as he messages the wet wall around them. As much as your brain was being scrambled by his fingers, you couldn't help yourself but to start stroking his now hard cock.

He moans, echoing out into the room as he breaks the kiss; his head rests into the crook of your neck. "Please," he begs as you hold his hand tighter, stroking it faster. You feel his fingers leave you as he takes your hand away before entering into you. Your wet walls letting him in again from last night. His cock was, as you remember, not too big, but just perfect for hitting every section that ached. Eugene moans into your ear.

The sound of his roughness made you all hot and bothered, even though he did nothing to tease you. "Y/N" His whimpers turned into groans as his thrusts got rougher. He moves to look into your eyes. Your moans filled the room, and you made sure he knew how good he made you feel.

He couldn't help himself. He moved to sucking and teasing your nipples as he pounded into you. His thrust slowed, so he could hear your whines and moans. Furthermore, he used one hand to tease your other nipple while his mouth sucked and flicked it with his tongue. As your moans get louder and sloppier, so do his thrusts, every thrust making sure to barley itself deeper and deeper.

Your stomach swirled inside as you hit your high with him. He moans and grunts as he kisses you. His cum spills into you, his hands caressing your body, trying to be gentle, knowing that he can think right. You feared that he thought it had hurt you. You broke the kiss as a loud of knock came from the bedroom door. "You alright in there?" You hear Daryl yelling from the other side.

You laugh out loud and sigh as he falls next to you, resting after his high. "Yeah, Daryl!" you yell back before turning to Eugene. "I love you," you say, moving his hair out of his face before giving him a kiss on the lips. You sit up and get dressed for the day.

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justjdm · 8 years ago

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You Scared of Me Now, Babydoll? (Part 9)

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Summary: You meet Eugene Porter when Negan brings him back to Sanctuary

Word Count: 1,899

Warning(s): Brief sexual content, Language

A/N: Yay for more scenes from the show! Masterlist here. Enjoy!

You could feel warm kisses fluttering down your breasts. His peppered beard brushed against your skin, leaving it pink and flushed.

“Negan,” you pleaded, arching your back as his lips traveled further. He suckled down your abdomen and past your navel, lingering just above your pelvis. You moaned again. You could feel yourself drenched.

“Say my name one more time, babygirl. One more fuckin’ time and I’ll taste this pretty little pussy.”

He peered up at you, his eyes a deep rich mahogany. They were dark with desire and lust.

“Negan.”

Your voice came out as a moan and you could barely contain your composure.

His lips curled into a carnal smile.

“Y/N?”

“What?” You barely breathed out. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Y/N…Y/N!”

Your eyes shot open. You were laying in your bed– back in your room, the bed sheets crumpled and wrapped around you. You could feel your clothes sticking to your damp skin.

Well damn. You knew that man was going to have a hold over you.

You sat up to see a panicked Simon standing in your doorway. His face changed quickly as he recognized your flustered state and registered the sexual sounding nature of your response.

“Holy shit, do women seriously have wet dreams?”

You blushed, untangling yourself from the cotton sheets.

“What’s going on, Simon?”

He quickly shook the thoughts from his head and cleared his throat.

“We just came back from a run from Alexandria,”

Your mind quickly flashed back to Rick. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you were worried that something had happened to Rick or to Negan.

“We brought back some guy back,” he continued. “He’s like a genius or somethin’.”

You sighed, rubbing your hands over your eyes in an attempt to wake up faster.

“And this information has what to do with interrupting my sleep?”

He chuckled, leaning off from your doorframe.

“Negan’s requested you. I was also sent to ask you where Sherry is.”

You could feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest, searching for something to say. You just shook your head.

“No, I haven’t seen her since yesterday at work.”

He thought for a moment before giving you a small nod.

“Alright then. Negan is by the front gates.”

Your friendship was enough words spoken. You knew Simon trusted you, just like you knew you could trust him. That was something hard to come across in the apocalypse.

After Simon had left, you got dressed quickly and headed down and through the courtyard to the front gates.

You approached Negan, who was in the middle of talking to a group of his men. It was the first time you had seen him since your night together, and you were a little anxious to see his reaction around you. You decided to play it nonchalant.

“Hey darlin’, long time no see,” he smiled, leaning back into his stance. Lucille stood proudly on his shoulder.

You smiled back at him.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Sure did, darlin’. There’s something I want you to fuckin’ see.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you nodded and stayed by his side.

Not even a moment later, the door closest to the building you were all standing in front of swung open. A scary looking woman with a neck tattoo pushed a very terrified man out from the doorway. He had a mullet and was holding a jar of pickles.

You would’ve laughed, but you were sure this man was here on unfortunate circumstances. Especially since he came here from Alexandria. You were surprised you didn’t know this man. Rick must have let him into the group sometime after you had left.

The walkers outside of the gates were growling rather loudly now, their sickening moans making you feel uneasy. You were praying Negan didn’t plan on feeding this man to them.

“There he is– man of the hour! Come on over here, big fella.”

He approached you and Negan quietly, still shaking. He was quiet and hardly made eye contact. Negan looked him over carefully, waiting for a response.

“Don’t be rude, asshole. Say hello.”

“H-hello.”

“You got a name, asshole?”

“Eugene.”

Negan paused, turning back to his men. He glanced to you.

“Now us,” he motioned.

“I’m Negan,” you all replied in unison. You would never understand his strange egotistical obsession with himself and why you all had to respond that way. You understood the message he was trying to send, but you felt it was a little ridiculous.

Eugene looked around wearily, glancing briefly to you.

“Well, Eugene…I know you remember Lucille.” He held the bat close to Eugene. Eugene cowered slightly. You definitely knew the kind of effect that baseball bat had on people.

“You see this right here?” Negan continued, “You might have to get real close. That my friend, is the bullet you made. Now under normal circumstances, I’d be showin’ you that real fucking close over and over again,” he mimicked the bashing sound of his bat by making two puckered noises with his tongue.

“But Eugene, see all I really wanna know is if you are a smarty pants. You know things? Answer the fucking question.”

Eugene trembled, struggling to form words. He held his jar of pickles close to him much like a child would hold a security blanket.

“I-I am indeed a smarty pants. I taught myself to cast the bullets, I f-found a machine shop with the necessary…I- uh read a lot and I know my memory isn’t considered eidetic…” his voice began to trail, too skittish to even form a complete thought. He had a strong, deep southern accent, most likely from Texas.

Negan chuckled, glancing over to you.

“You fuckin’ believe this guy? He really is just some asshole.”

You could only manage a small smirk back to Negan, slightly terrified of what he was going to do to this man. Negan and the rest of his men laughed at Eugene. You felt bad for the guy, so you simply stayed silent.

You could see a light puff in Eugene’s chest.

“N-no I’m not.”

Negan gave Eugene an encouraging look, waiting for him to continue.

“I have PhDs in biochemistry as well as immunology and microbiology and I’ve completed my doctorate which makes me a doctor.”

Negan circled around Eugene, Lucille still propped on his shoulder. You knew Negan well enough to say that he was now thoroughly intrigued.

“Prior to the collapse, I was part of a ten person team at the Human Genome Project working under Doctor T Brooks Ellis to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases…fire with you know, f-fire–”

Eugene’s autobiography was cut short by a walker by the front gates that began snarling. It was pinned up against the chainlink fence by two large pipes. The walker groaned loudly before its decomposing body just gave out. Everything from its ribcage down fell to the dirt in a gooey, black, bloody mess.

“Uh huh,” Negan observed, turning his attention back to Eugene. “All right Doctor Smartypants. You see, I have a lot of free labor here at the fence. Living dead pricks that help keep the riffraff out. Problem is they don’t keep; they fall apart like that poor sack– pile of shit there.”

Eugene still huddled with fear. You were beginning to think Negan would’ve wasted this guy already if he planned on killing him. What did he have up his sleeve?

“So Doctor Smartypants, how do we keep them on their feet?”

Eugene looked around to Negan, the walker, and his surroundings nervously. He was silent for a moment, and you were sure he was going to break down and cry.

��C’mon, Eugene…” you muttered quietly. You hoped Negan hadn’t heard you, but you already had a strange soft spot for this strange, terrified, mullet man.

“You um, smelt on the rigs, correct? I saw that among the legacy equipment on the floor that you possess an operational smelter–”

“And?”

“You already possess the means to resolve your issue. Step one, melt down scrap metal. Step two, pour it over the compromised walkers there in contact with the chain link. The liquid metal will harden both maintain a bodily integrity for the walkers as well as a fixin’ end to the fence. Bonus points for covering their head and protecting them from head trauma from hostiles and calamities.”

Fuck. You would’ve never thought to do that. Eugene was a genius.

Negan just leaned back, thinking over what Eugene had suggested.

“God damn, if that ain’t the coolest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard in my life! Not only is that practical, it is just badass! Look at you Doctor Smartypants!”

Negan draped his arm over Eugene’s shoulders. He leaned in close to him.

“Did Rick have you doin’ this valuable stuff for him?”

Eugene remained silent. Negan sighed.

“His loss…our gain.”

You continued to watch Eugene cower in the presence of Negan. Negan really just looked like a big bully in comparison to Eugene. Not that Negan had done anything mean yet, but his menacing presence was enough to make anyone cower in fear. You felt slightly conflicted because the power he showed was just so. hot. But was it right?

“I feel like I gotta give you some kind of signing bonus here,” Negan grinned.

“W-Well I was gifted these pickles.”

You stifled a laugh, while Negan full out chuckled.

“Now, as a token of my gratitude, I’m gonna send you over a few of my wives to your apartment tonight to show you a good time. There is nothing like beautiful women that smell good to make you feel human again.”

Wait. Hold the phone. He better have not been talking about you. This Eugene guy seemed sweet enough, but you weren’t just some whore to be thrown around. You chose to be with Negan. Not anyone else.

“Um, excuse me?” you piped up.

Negan ignored you for a moment, waiting for Eugene’s response.

“I wouldn’t know anything about that…did you say wives meaning plural?”

“Hell yes, I did.”

Negan licked his lips, turning back to look at you.

“I’m afraid to say he did. Hi, Eugene. I’m Y/N. One of yours truly,” you waved, mocking Negan.

Negan bit his cheek and looked back at you, squinting his eyes.

“What did I say about the fuckin’ atitude darlin’?”

You bit your tongue. You weren’t in the mood to fight with him today, especially since you two were on decent terms.

Negan turned his attention back to Eugene, patting him on the back. Eugene flinched.

“That fine woman right there, Y/N, is my newest wife. For that reason, she’s off limits, but I’m sending Frankie, Amber, and Tanya to your room tonight. Don’t be too fuckin’ rough with ‘em, alright?” he chuckled.

Your face flushed at Negan’s compliment, but you couldn’t tell if it was a blush or if it was a wave of anger. He was acting like he owned you. Which essentially, he did. But when it came to your own true choices, you knew who was in control.

“Y/N, let’s head out of here and let Eugene make himself at home. Sherry is apparently fucking missing, so we need to pay Dwighty boy a little visit.”

Your stomach felt like it dropped to the floor.

Shit.

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