#nonnies ୭ 🧁 ✧ ˚. 🎀

[glossykissies]

wanna make all the other men at the campsite uncomfortable and horny by sitting in shane’s lap and sucking on his fingers while they drink their beer and try not to stare

biting my phone so hard the screen is shattering. ANON…….

you hear mutters of “it ain’t right, the two of them.” but you know what it really is. jealousy. you see the looks you get, the ones gained when you’re just walking around camp in an airy little sundress with likely nothing beneath it, or tiny denim shorts riding right up your ass.

shane’s smirking hard, leaning back in his chair as you snuggle up on his lap at the campfire, a couple of beers down with wandering hands and eyes. you’re biting your swollen bottom lip and rubbing down his chest as he takes a swig, eyes on you the whole time.

“you ain’t worried about people seein’ you act like that? or lemme guess, shame went out the window the second the world went’a shit.” he teases, hand snaking round to squeeze your ass, adjusting you effortlessly on his lap to sit a little further up on his crotch.

“not doing anything wrong, sir.” you tell him, clearly breathless and needy as he chuckles, hand coming up to stroke your face. his thumb brushes your lip and you take the opportunity to suck it into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the coarse skin. he swears he even feels you rolling your hips a little on his lap.

“hey now, alright. you wanna make a scene that badly, huh?” his expression darkens a little, eyes on your mouth as he imagines all the pretty things you could do with it. “got everyone in this camp thinkin’ i’m some dirty old bastard… lookin’ at you like this… touchin’ on you like this…” he gives you another squeeze and your lashes flutter, knowing there are eyes on the two of you despite being off to the side.

“who cares… i like it…” it comes out slurred around his thumb, already fuck drunk on the taste of his salty skin.

“yeah?” you watch him glance around, shaking off the stares as he decides he doesn’t care what anyone thinks anymore. he gives you a tap on the hip to gesture for you to get up. “how ‘bout we head back to your tent then? ‘can show me how much you like it.” he tilts his head and you hop up excitedly, barely making any effort to pull down your short denim skirt as you wobble off down the hill toward the tents.

shane keeps his eyes cast down as he stands, adjusting himself in his pants before he follows you, hand resting on his belt.

[glossykissies]

clark and his gf who’s all sad because her friends keep ditching her and he’s trying to make her feel better.

love you so much on both blogs!

i like this as bsf!clark who’s in love with you so he hangs out with you and all your girl friends and is basically apart of your group — just so he can be near to you.

you’d planned a girls night, and clark was fine with that because… well, he had stuff to do around the barn anyway. you’d been excitedly rambling about it all week — buying facemasks, ordering pizza and pulling out the best girly romcom dvds to ensure a perfect night… until they all cancelled.

you were a sweet, sensitive soul who didn’t take well to disappointment, so clark’s heart sank when the phone rang, your best friend picking up only to be met with your snivels.

“look, hey, don’t cry — i’ll come over, okay?” he coo’s, his natural instinct being to coddle you and just hope it didn’t come off as patronising. you usually seemed to like it.

“what— what about the barn? ‘said you were busy with it tonight—”

“ah, the barn can wait.” he blows it off. you can’t see him but you know he waved his hand as he said it as if to convince you even more of its unimportance. “my old man’ll understand. he thinks you’re a total angel. infact i think he’d be more mad at me if i didn’t go to see you.”

you sniff, twiddling pathetically with the phones curly wire. “well… if you’re sure…”

“completely sure. i’ll be over there as fast as i can.”

clark was a little too excited, having to convince himself not to use his super speed.

he didn’t expect you to be so upset however, ending up beside you on the couch with a hand on your back as you cried. he knew it would be rude to ask if your emotions had anything to do with your menstruation cycle, he wanted to slap himself for even thinking of it — but he wondered if that had a part to play.

“i just feel like i always put in effort with people but there’s always something more important.” you rant, swiping beneath your eyes in frustration. clark shuffles closer, tentatively placing a hand on your back.

“mhm?” he urges you on in a gentle tone, hoping to ease you into a more relaxed mood.

“i was excited.” you pout, turning to face him — seeming to be at the end of your meltdown. he presses his lips together with a sympathetic smile.

“yeah, i figured. i mean, look at all this effort you went through setting this up.” clark validates you, lifting a hand to gesture to the way you’d decorated the living room with snacks and movie options, blankets strewn across the couch creating a comfortable atmosphere. “i suppose we’ll have to enjoy it just the two of us.” he grins, mindful of his tone — not wanting to seem like he wanted to take advantage of this situation, even if he secretly did.

“you’ll even do facemasks with me?” you let a smile slip, peering up at him through wet eyelashes. he grimaces like he’s pretending to think about it as you giggle, now being the one to shuffle closer to him.

“you gonna put cucumbers on my eyes?”

“oh yes, the full spa experience.” you tease, and clark can’t help but reach up and brush the final tear off your cheek with a fond smile. you lean happily into his hand, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i’m lookin’ forward to it.”

clark effortlessly takes your mind off things, a natural at distracting you with dumb dad jokes, debating over pizza toppings and lastly making silly observations about the rom-com you’d landed on.

you’re sleepy — clark had noticed you always got sleepy after eating a big meal, and after tearing through copious amounts of pizza you’d allowed yourself to lay on his chest, tired eyes glued to the screen as he strokes your back, afraid to even breathe wrong incase you come to your senses and crawl off him.

you couldn’t help it, he was just so big and warm — it would be a waste for him to take up all that space and for you not to use it. you figured you were close enough to cuddle anyway, thigh cocked up in a half straddle on his lap, sleepily giggling at a point he made.

“i just don’t get why the main love interest is being played by a forty year old.” he shrugs and you chortle harder against him.

“y’so warm.” you muse out of nowhere, drunk on tiredness. it had to be nearing 2am at this point; and you’d totally let your guard down. you feel his heart skip a beat against your ear.

“uh— really? oh, well… thanks. i think?”

“s’a good thing clarkie.” you shift until you’re looking up at him, faces inches away, body to body. clark licks his lips, brows furrowed slightly as tries (and fails) not to glance at your mouth. “thank you for hanging out with me.”

“y—eah.” he rasps, voice breaking at the low volume. he clears his throat, and you take an extra second longer to look at him before dropping your head back down, body getting heavier over the minutes that pass as you slowly succumb to sleep. clark stays awake, unable to sleep a wink, too consumed by the feeling of you on top of him.

[glossykissies]

Could we get clark Kent as munch please 🙏

“i know baby, come on in.” clark coo’s as he all but sheepdogs you into his bedroom, parents away for an event in metropolis. “oop, this way.” he redirects your step as you nearly walk into the wall, crying into your hands.

once he has you sat on his lap at the edge of his bed, jogging his leg just a little to comfort you — he speaks again. “that was uh…real scary, huh?” he comforts to the best of his ability, but his brain was reeling. everything was at stake here, and in the mean time you’d been pretty much traumatised.

you’d witnessed him battling it out with a man made of fire, watched your beloved boyfriend throw a bus out the way with his bare hands and successfully derailed a maniac from tearing up the town. you had to know something was up, but in attempts to save you of getting yourself involved in something way out of your depth — clark knew he had to distract you. rewire your mind on how this whole night went down.

so he lets you cry it out, rocking you on his lap until you’d calmed. he explained that he was okay, and that what you saw wasn’t what you thought — and once that was out of the way, well — along came the distraction part.

you swear you were shaken up just a moment ago, but suddenly he’s shushing you and nodding sympathetically as he slides a plush pillow beneath your lower back, elevating your hips.

your voice is worn from crying so the little whimper that leaves you is raspy and defeated when he slides your bare thighs open, thumbing at your little throbbing clit. “mhm?” he glances up at you honestly, any word you utter out losing form and turning into a slurred babble that he responds to anyway.

“gonna fix you right up, okay? you’ll feel better.” his warm familiar breath draws close to your hip bones and you shudder, feeling your body start to relax, your fists start to loosen, your eyes start to flutter closed. “there you go! knew you could relax.” he whispers encouragingly, before taking a languid lick up the length of your pussy, stopping to swirl around your clit.

“ohhhh—” you tremble, widening your legs.

“hmmm.” he responds, thumbs sliding up to your folds and spreading them to reveal more of you, lips red and wet from your arousal as he all but makes out with your cunt.

it feels almost too good, and you tense — sitting up ever so slightly with furrowed brows, but as calm and confidently as you know clark to be, his hand slides up your body to gently ease you back down, bicep swelling and refusing totally to remove his mouth from you. all of sudden, you barely remember what the issue was that got you so worked up — all you could think of was your loving boyfriend, clark kent.

[glossykissies]

that scene where soldier boy tells hughie he made up the word bluetooth got me thinking how funny it would be when he hears newer slang 😭😭 i wanna tell him we’d have good bed chem and watch literal question marks form in his eyes

“well fuck me, you new-generation girls are really something.” ben chuckles to himself like it’s nothing as he rolls off you, instantly reaching for a cigar, a hand leisurely coming up to rest behind his head. “fuck of a lifetime, i’ll tell you that much. you alright there?” he’s cocky, glancing over at where you’re laying in fetal position with his hot seed still leaking from your quivering folds. he just put you through the mattress (very nearly literally) and now he’s cracking jokes. you needed a minute.

“mhm.” it comes out breathy, jolting a little from sensitivity when he gives your ass a rewarding pat.

“mm. well catch your breath and then roll over. i may be super-human, but i still like guy stuff just like everyone else. i want cuddles and shit.” it sounded comedic coming from his ultra deep voice, the older man taking a drag of his cigar thoughtfully in a way that told you he was dead serious.

you do as your told, a dumb smile on your face as you do so, snuggling up to his side happily. he presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head as praise.

“i like this. we just work.” he comments to the ceiling and your tummy fizzes up. you felt special.

“yeah. we have good bed chem.” you slur, still coming down, biting your lip in amusement when you see his eyebrow raise.

“we have good who-now what?” he turns his head a little to gaze into your hazy eyes and you burst into a fit of giggles.

“bed chem!” you lilt, poking his rib cage. he takes another drag with a frown, eyeing you over.

“you do know that saying it twice isn’t gonna make me understand, right?” he deadpans, but you can tell he’s humouring you. you sigh good-naturedly.

“bed chemistry. bed chem. like we just work. we fit together well.” you explain to the best of your ability, distracted by drawing shapes on his broad chest. he continues to stare.

“and that’s a real thing that people say?”

“well girls do.” you shrug, glancing up into his confused eyes. he shakes his head dismissively.

“i don’t get all this slang shit.” he complains, before his eyes drift back over to you. “its only cute when you do it. don’t tell anyone i said that.”

[glossykissies]

thinking about clark forgetting his own strength while he’s lost in the feeling of being inside you and accidentally breaking your bed frame but y’all don’t even stop because it feels so good <3333

“so how is it…” clark’s father circles him in the kitchen as the kent boy sits, scratching at the nape of his neck. “on the one night your mother and i are out of town, you wind up breaking your bed. the one that i upholstered in order to hold your extra strength?”

clark resists an eye roll as he leans on his elbow, fondling an apple sat on the table. “you know as much as i love these super uncomfortable conversations, don’t you think i’m old enough to… not be having them?”

his mother interjects before his father can blow a fuse, brows creased empathetically as she steps between the two. “look, clark— having… guests is completely fine. you’re an adult. your father and i are just… concerned is all. with your extra strength we just perhaps need to have a conversation about being… careful! you don’t want to end up hurting anyone is all.”

in clark’s opinion, the bed breaking was all worth it. you’d come over to his house, his parents away over night. one thing had lead to another, and before you knew it, he was slot between your legs, the two of you lost in the throes of not having to be overly quiet and careful for once.

a large hand slams down on the wooden bed frame to adjust his position a little as he rolls his hips into you. your thighs are clamped around his torso, shaky hand dusting over his collarbone in disbelief of how deep he felt.

“oh—oh my g— clarkie it’s—” you whine, tightening your legs around him as if you wanted to lock him in even deeper.

“i know. ‘my god. i know. it’s deep isn’t it? so deep.” he whispers, breathless from the sight of your body bouncing with each of his ruthless thrusts.

your eyes squeeze shut with a desperation he’s never seen before, brows furrowing as you force out a squeak. “i’m gonna— i—i can’t—”

forever the helper, clark grips the headboard tighter, ignoring the way it’s slowly splintering beneath his grasp and thrusts deeper, slotting his free arm beneath your lower back to get the angle of your hips just right. he’s not sure how he knew to do that — perhaps instinct, but your mouth falls open as he hits the spot.

“you can, you can angel— cum on it for me, cum on me baby. there you go. there you go. there you go.” he chants as he fucks you into bliss along with himself, thrusting so rhythmically and aggressively that something splits, and the two of you drop a good few inches, mattress sinking in.

in the moment, the bed breaking wasn’t enough to stop the two of you from writhing against eachother.

“nobody was hurt.” clark stands, officially too cringed out to continue the conversation with his parents. he picks up the apple from the table, deciding to take it with him on his walk to get out the house. “besides maybe my ego, after being an adult that has to discuss my sex life with my parents.” he quips, before leaving in a rush.

[glossykissies]

i need to suck on clark’s thumb while we watch a movie in bed :(

“i’m tired.” you mewl exaggeratedly as you practically climb on top of clark, his large frame taking up the majority of your bed, probably crushing a few beloved stuffed animals beneath his toned back. you snuggle up to him and he chuckles, features illuminated by the movie you’d coerced him into watching that you weren’t paying much attention to.

“really? because… last time you said that, you fell asleep way too early and then were awake in the middle of the night… harassing me…” he breaks into a smirk and you bury you face into him, restless.

“clark! not true!” your voice cracks but you’re grinning ear to ear, all sleepy and warm in his arms. he cradles you easily, so big and strong — running a hand over the back of your head as he cups it.

“i’m not convinced.” he chuckles, but there’s no malice or teasing in his tone now, looking down at you all gentle and in love. you smile sweetly, and it’s enough to convince him. “alright… snuggle up, bug.” he yanks you impossibly closer with ease and you melt against him, laying on his chest as you refocus on the movie.

a few minutes in and you’re wriggling, all restless and overtired, struggling to get settled.

“what do you need baby?” his gentle voice cuts through the noise, jostling you ever so softly to gain your attention. his voice is so kind that you melt, and shrug against him. “fussy?” he suggests, like it’s totally normal.

a little ashamed, but too sleepy to fully care you blink your bleary eyes at the screen, sighing out your nose.

“yeah.” you little voice sounds from below him and he presses his lips together in thought, always the fixer. well, there was that one time…

unsure, he brushes his thumb against your pillowy lips, letting you get used to the feeling before you catch on, tiredly wrapping your fingers around his thick wrist and sucking his thumb into your mouth. he smiles, relaxing a little more into the bed as he feels you go lax, sucking happily, your eyelashes slowly fluttering as your blinks get slower and slower. you let out a croaky, happy hum and he kisses the top of your head. “that’ll do it, hm?” he coo’s quietly, surprised by the comfort your warm saliva around his thumb brought him as he grows more sleepy too, soon accompanied by your soft snores.

[glossykissies]

soooo obsessed with the idea of s1 bunny sunbathing by the lake at the camp. this girl has no cares in the world and i can just picture her in her teeny tiny pink bikinis (which she packed because it’s her let’s be real) getting her tanning in — feel like this is before shane and her are together and he’s just staring at her all 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 being an icky perv ☺️💗😝 bonus points if he puts her sunscreen on for her

that was what he liked about you. you were so serene. calm in the face of the world falling apart. you shouldn’t have been, god you should have been terrified and sometimes you were. but moments like this, moments where you’re just laying there glistening in the sun with all that skin on display. you were perfect.

shane must’ve looked like a creep. stood frozen, one hand splayed on tree bark as if he couldn’t hold himself up without it. your body seemed to reflect light, that pink bikini doing nothing to hide anything. he huffs a laugh out of his nose, shaking his head. if rick could see him now— he thinks. though he oughta hand himself some grace, it was the end of days, people were hungry in more ways than one.

you’re laying on your front, and when you go to roll over, everything jiggles. shane licks his lips and you open your eyes, looking right at him. he guiltily shuffles on the spot, caught — blinking rapidly and glancing around as he wipes the smirk off his face.

“shane.” you call our melodically, half way into your rolling over. he thinks he’s in for a scolding, and thinks up something quick as he jogs over.

“you uh—” he cuts himself short with a pained sigh, squeezing his eyes shut only for a second when you roll fully onto your back like an obedient dog to give him your full attention. your bikini strings that were meant to be secured behind your neck are untied for maximum tanning, falling down your chest from the movement along with the cups which you catch just in time but with little urgency, a hand splayed over your chest to hold them up as you stare up at him patiently. it disarms him momentarily, but he continues. “be careful out here, yeah? we haven’t checked beyond them woods yet. don’t know what might pass through here so… keep your wits about you.”

shane’s eyes flicker to the woods as he speaks, peeking just over the lake. it was easier to look over the blinding shards of sunlight scattered over the water than to look directly at your nearly bare body.

“i’m sunbathing.” you explain, mellow, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious.

“i know that but—”

“i just wanted to relax for a little while. you could always stay with me and… keep your eye on things?” the way you pause, glancing up at him suggestively through splayed eyelashes hints that there is more to what you’re getting at and he pauses once more, off guard before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“i uh— hey— i — there’s a lotta things that need doin’ round this camp. people i gotta protect i gotta—”

you press a bare foot against his leg where he stands, giving him your prettiest pout. of course, it silences him and he tongues at his lip. “just for a little while? keep me safe?”

shane sighs pensively, hands on his hips.

“its nice out here.” you convince, laying back fully so you no longer have to hold your bikini top up. instead, you reach for the pink string at the hip of your bikini, twirling it round your delicate fingers before pulling, undoing the knot. “no one ever comes out here. i can do whatever i like.” your voice gets a little quieter but your eyes don’t budge from his, tugging at the strings of your bikini until the fabric is merely a thin cloth lying loosely over your puffy mound.

“that right.” he glances around, lips turned downward to suppress a smile. “suppose a lil’ break won’t hurt. gotta keep you safe, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

[glossykissies]

can’t decide if shane is the type to leave you at the campsite bc he has multiple people watching over you or does he think the safest place is right with him?

he definitely wanted to leave you behind for your own good, deciding that he was no good for a younger girl like you — but you heard him telling someone he was thinking of disappearing without a trace, and he couldn’t bear it when he turned around and saw you stood there, having overheard the whole thing, looking absolutely heartbroken.

“you’re… you’re leaving?”

“look that conversation ain’t nothin’ for you to worry about alright we was just talkin’ about—”

“shane i don’t want you to go.” your voice gets higher, brows pinched and he knows you’re close to a full breakdown. with tensions being so high, and sophia being missing still he knew he needed to keep this under wraps.

“not goin’ anywhere right now, can we talk about this later?” he hushes his harsh tone, ducking his head down to your level as if to warn you not to make a scene.

“no, no you— i’m coming with you.” you put your foot down, holding your chin up defiantly. he’s mid way through walking away when you say it, and he stops in his tracks — shoulders dropping slightly as he realises there’s no point in trying to act like you didn’t hear him correctly.

“come with me… you just don’t get it do you? nah you… you’re too young. ‘course you wouldn’t.” he mutters angrily, still facing away from you. shane yanks the police cap off his head and rakes a hand through sweaty hair, the other hand coming up to rest on his hip defeatedly.

“what are you talking about? i thought you liked me, you — you said —”

“it ain’t about—” the man spins around quickly, before stopping briefly to lower his voice, not wanting to attract the attention of the rest of the group. in a quieter tone, he continues, coming near to you again. “it aint about what i like. alright? i’m no good for you, don’t you see it? i am no good to anyone here. better off on my own, not fuckin’ up someone else’s life. you got a better fightin’ chance listenin’ to rick.” your lip wobbles as he speaks, shaking your head disagreeably. shane softens, cupping your cheek with that rugged kindness you’d grown so fond of. “hey. i ain’t someone to look up to. yeah? better off with someone else. you’ll come across more people—good— good people. young guy, someone right for you.” you can’t shake the pain in his expression as he speaks.

you slip your smaller hand over his, attempting to control your emotions. “i don’t want anyone else. i don’t want someone younger i want you. i want you, shane — just, please.” you mewl, leaning into his hand as he wipes your tears guiltily. he watches you closely, licking his lips unsurely. after a pensive silence he speaks.

“you’d… you’d throw all this away, all this safety and community away just for— what, to be with me?” he clarifies and you nod so hard he thinks your head might just fall off.

“i am safe with you shane. don’t need anyone else. just you n’me.” you whisper, feeling hopeful. he presses his lips together, stepping back when the group round the corner once more, gathering to discuss their next move.

“we’ll… talk more. about this… later, alright?” he raises his eyebrows expectantly and you nod, sniffling as you wipe the remains of your tears on the back of your hands. he softens some more at just how obedient you were for him. “you keep this between us alright girl?” he gives you a soft pat on the back to urge you in the direction of the rest of the group, following closely behind you with his hand resting comfortably on his gun.

[glossykissies]

i know frankie’s got a little 🤏🤏 housewife kink and definitely can’t get enough of seeing you cooking him a home cooked meal when he gets home 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ bro goes crazyyyyyyyyy

you nearly burn yourself on the pan when you hear his voice, you didn’t hear him come in — too lost in your own daydream.

“all that for me?” he smirks, voice husky from a long day. you turn around, and he’s standing tall — all big and head to toe in black, infact he still had his boots on, giving him an extra inch or two.

“i wasn’t expecting you!” you giggle, swanning around the counter top after placing the pan down to greet him. your core warms at the way his eyes rake over you, infact you feel yourself get warm in the face as you approach him for a hug, nearly forgetting that you were wearing this tiny-silk-nightie number. you go to bury yourself against him but he steps back, coarse hands holding you at arms length, so gentle with you despite knowing what he gets up to. “woah, woah, woah woah — now, w—wait a minute yeah?” his smirk only grows, taking his time in looking at you.

“frankie, hug me.” you try to pout, but the embarrassed smile slips through. he obliges, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing.

“mm.” he hums, before pulling back once more to softly grab your hand and twirl you. “lookin’ pretty. this new?”

“it is, do you like it?” you smooth your hands down yourself in a way he deems totally adorable, peering up at him through your lashes for his approval.

“like it?” he backs you up against the counter, still unable to keep his eyes off your body. his hands are at your hips now, caressing, massaging. “yeah. yeah i fuckin’ like it baby.”

you glance shyly to the left at the steam flowing from the pan. “dinner is nearly ready…”

“yeah?” he responds like he’s not listening at all as he turns you round, flat of his hand carefully pushing your back down to bend you over the counter. you shudder at the feeling of the cold marble on your front, nipples pebbling through your dress. not that he could see, he was staring at your ass peeking out the bottom of your nightie from your compromised position, pressing his jean clad crotch to it. innocently, you turn to watch him over your shoulder.

“s—s’gunna burn—maybe…”

“nah… it’s good, i got my eye on it.” he totally lies, pushing your nightie up to your hips. “fuck, seein’ you like this sweetheart. drives me fuckin’ crazy.”

you suck on your bottom lip, feeling your underwear grow all hot and wet beneath his lustful gaze. the smallest whimper leaves you as you round your hips, rubbing against him like a kitten in heat. “seein’— seein’ you lookin’ after an old man like me… puttin’ a hot meal on the table for me when i get home… walkin’ around lookin’ this… this beautiful? ch’yeah. gets me hard as a fuckin’ rock baby.” he doesn’t have to tell you, because you can feel him against your ass cheek, even through the strain of his jeans.

“do it for you, frank…” you mewl, pressing your cheek to the counter now, pushing more against him trying to aim the swell of your cunt to brush up against his bulge.

“well i’m gonna put a god damn ring on that little finger, how’d you like that huh? that what you want?” he gruffs as he kicks your feet apart, the sound of his belt buckle having a pavlovian effect on you, urging you to drool from both pair of lips.

[glossykissies]

wanna kiss shane’s bulge over his cargo pants :(

slobbering on the light brown fabric, desperate and drunk off the idea of getting your mouth round him. he’s never seen anything like it — not in his experience before the world went to shit. see, with the women he was with before if he was lucky enough to get head it bordered on aggressive. bordered on ‘ugh, fine. here you go.’ before they got down to the real thing, what they were truly after. but with you, it was like you wanted to savour every moment. that, and kissing shane through his pants was a sure-fire way to ask for permission, because you needed that too.

“yeah. you want that? huh?” he places a large meaty hand at the back of your head and shoves your face deeper into his crotch for a moment. “yeah you practically purrin’ for it. soaked ‘em right through. tell me how much you wan’ it.” he growls and you pull away, saliva connecting you from the lip to the flap in his pants.

“i want it — i wan’ it— lemme suck it. please.” you whisper like you’re out of breath, so needy for him to take away all your stress and worries just for a little while. there is nothing quite like the distraction of having a thick cock slid down your throat.

“you know i like manners.” he scoffs out a chuckle, unzipping himself hastily as he pulls his cock out. he slides himself over your lips, your tongue lulling out with desperate fluttering eyes to try and catch a taste as he smirks down at you between planted wide legs. shane slowly jerks himself, tip pressing into the fat of your cheek before finally tapping your lips twice. “alright, c’mon lil bunny— come get the carrot.” he jokes, but your thighs clench at the new nickname.

[glossykissies]

thinking about bunny begging frank to fuck her in a full nelson but she ends up passing out bc she doesn’t tap is shoulder like he asked because she just felt so fuzzy and good

frank talked you through everything first. every little procedure and precaution because he did not wanna hurt you. in hindsight, maybe you should have listened a little better — but you couldn’t help it. you were just so excited. ₊˚⊹♡.

frank kisses the space between your shoulder blades as he pounds your glossy hole from the compromised position. you’re a mess, physically and emotionally as you blubber, the man penetrating you so deep you swore you could feel it in your throat. each time he thrusts inside of you, your glittery anklet jangles with the movement.

you don’t particularly remember it happening. you remember feeling super euphoric one moment, then super dizzy the next — but the good feelings never went away, so you refused to tap out. not when you’d begged. not when it felt this good.

next thing you know, you’re being cradled. you’re not filled anymore but your necks not aching either, and you can feel frank everywhere but inside you. his chest is warm, so are his arms— and you can hear his voice as you slowly come to again.

“hm?” you groan, voice cracking as you try to peep one eye open.

“easy. easy, there we go now, listen to my voice.” you hear, finally managing to peel your eyes open. frank looks concerned, and you know that’s never good.

“why’d it — why did you stop?” you frown, fat pout turning further downwards as you try to sit up. frank adjusts his grip on you so you can’t do so.

“you passed out. maybe some blood… rushed to your head. ‘meanta tell me if you felt dizzy, sweetheart.” he chastises, but you can tell he’s not really mad at you, not when you’re like this.

“jus’ felt really good.” you sigh, smushing your cheek to his chest. frank massages the back of your neck with a characteristic roughness that felt good and equally kept you grounded.

“yeah i bet. in there real deep, hm?” he tilts his head to get a better look at you, his hand reaching down to find your tummy, stroking the spot he knew he reached. you feel your spongy walls squeeze around nothing at the reminder and you sigh, pushing yourself harder against him, mouthing at his hot skin.

“want more.”

“not until you drink this water, yeah? c’mon.” he sits up a little further, reaching for the glass.

[glossykissies]

has anyone said anything about boot humping with shane yet that feels so up his alley… where the real #freaks at lmk

shane was always getting you to do these sick things that you could never ever fathom up by yourself.

“go on.” he nods quietly, leaning against the open car trunk, perching his ass inside with his hands clasped at his front, feet planted wide. “‘think you know exactly what i want you t’do.”

you give him your sweetest expression, fiddling with the hem of your skirt that he’d already told you was not appropriate for a supply run.

“what if a walker comes?” you mewl, knowing he already had a solution lined up.

“i’ll take care of it.” he pats the pistol at his side. “now go on. don’t let me hear another excuse it ain’t gonna be pretty.” he nods again to his boot, sat gleaming in the sun.

you huff, frowning as you approach him, lowering yourself to sit on his boot. immediately the laces and buckles press you through your panties in all the best spots, making you suck in a shaky breath — waiting for his permission. “start movin’. you wanna try n’distract me wi’that princess pussy on’na run— well you can take what you need. i ain’t helpin’.” he stares down at you stubbornly and you whine, but your hips start moving without further argument. you hug his leg, feeling vulnerable out on the street, humping shane— but the risk made it all the more sexier.

you whimper against his cargo pants and he licks his lips.

“yeah. can’t help it, huh? jus’ need it when you need it.” he shakes his head in disapproval. you roll your hips, like you would on your pillow before you met shane — focused purely on chasing your orgasm, knowing you’d have to spend the rest of your run in damp panties. it’s as if he senses this thought, because he chuckles to himself, eyes trained on the way your hips are rolling. “gon’ get those panties all sticky, yeah?”

“yeah.” you nod dizzily, probably having agreed with anything he’d say in that moment.

“mm. you hurry up now.”

you focus, chasing that burning coil in your stomach as you all but get yourself off using shane’s boot. “yeah. polish my god damn boot. get yourself off on dad you fuckin’— you keep movin’ like that sweetheart.” shane growls, and you look up to see him aggressively palming his bulge through his cargos.

“g’nna cum— oh my— i’m—”

your words are cut off by a deafening gunshot and you squeal, your instinct being to duck your head down and hug shane’s leg. when your ears stop ringing you slowly look up with wide frightened eyes to see shane pointing his gun out behind you, craning your head round to see a walker corpse about twenty paces back.

you look back up at the man, who tucks his gun back in and nods his head. “di’nt tell you to stop. go again, c’mon. you nearly there, sweetheart.”

[glossykissies]

cockwarming whilst sucking on franks fingers. been a long day and his girls feeling a bit down so he lets her curl up and take what she needs

after the day you’d encountered, when you’d expressed to frank that you needed him — he was more than happy to oblige. everyone deals with their shit in different ways, he knew that more than anyone. however when he leans back on the couch, reaching for his zipper — you place your hand on top of his, halting him. ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚

“but not… not sex, ‘kay?” you furrow your eyebrows, voice quiet and vulnerable from having cried into his chest twenty minutes prior.

his hand freezes, frowning in confusion as he stares you down. “you don’t want… talk to me sweetheart.” he pulls you closer and you bury yourself shyly into him, letting him rub your back.

“just… want it inside for a little bit.” you whisper, embarrassed to be requesting something so seemingly odd. frank nods, a look of understanding washing over his face. he’d be damned if he made you feel judged.

soon he’s got a movie on the tv, cock pulled out his jeans and buried in you as you lay against his chest, rubbing your cheek gently against the soft fabric of his black sweater. his thumb is nestled past your lips, a ring of drool collecting at the base of his finger from your lazy sucking. as frank tries to put his focus into the movie, he rubs a large continuous circle on your back with his free hand.

after a while of laying like that, sleepy and lax in his arms — you feel the urge to give into your needs, in your own time — cunt ridiculously sloppy and gripping franks cock like a vice. he feels your walls flutter around him a few times, before slowly— you start to rock your hips subtly, humping in his lap.

“okay angel.” he soothes, lips pressed to the crown of your head as he talks, low and gruff— the way you like it. “theres no rush. just me here, kid. you take what you need.” he speaks, feeling pleased when you moan quietly around his thumb, spitty and gargled. “that’s it.”

your hip movements get a little more repetitive, squeezing and grinding on him slowly in the low light of the living room. “you need my help you just say the word sweetheart i can get you there.” he grumbles into your hairline and you respond with an enthusiastic nod and sniffle. on any other day, frank would tell you to speak up, that if you want something you use your words and ask — but he knew you needed him soft today.

he gently eases his thumb from your mouth, expecting some whiny resistance but not receiving it— instead you press your wet lips against his torso, mouthing at him as you focus on how he feels inside of you. he rubs his fingers together, the copious amounts of bubbly spit lubing them up as he slot a hand between your bodies, rubbing the gooey residue into your needy clit.

you squeeze him hard, slowing your movements a little as you let out a pained kind of howl into his sweater. “shh-shh-shh i know. s’what my girl needed, isn’t it yeah. you cry it out baby. lemme do the work.”

[glossykissies]

riding frank but he’s just so big that she’s trembling and her legs are giving up on her but it just feels too good to stop for even a second. frank can see this so he just grabs her waist and starts fucking up into her being all sweet n mumbling how she did so well but he’s got her now 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

especially as youd begged n’ begged to let you ride him for once, full determination in your eyes because you really wanted to do this for him !! it was going well at first, you were putting all your effort and energy into bouncing on him, but it started to feel super good. too good— to the point where you felt like some kind of teenage boy going through puberty, afraid of cumming too fast and disappointing him when it gets too much too soon. ♡⋆⭒˚｡⋆🦌

so you get weak, knees trembling, pace unsteady, eyes clenched shut as you try your very best to keep making him feel good.

franks just watching, in total awe and arousal — but he knows when it’s time to step in.

“hey. it’s alright.” you feel his feet slide up the bed, pressing against the mattress so he could push his hips up, giving you a few small bounces to signify that he’s taking over now.

“i-i’m— trying it’s hard just to—” you try to argue, but he gently pulls you forward to rest on his large body, hard clasping the back of your neck keeping you there, beginning to thrust up inside you effortlessly. he feels your body go lax on top of him and you mewl pathetically.

“there we go that’s it. you did real good sweetheart. did so good for me. made dad real proud. lemme get you cummin’ on it baby, gimme a good one.”

[glossykissies]

asking shane to slap you,.... he scoffs and gives you the lightest tap on your cheek.... telling him it wasn't hard enough but he's tutting at you saying you're too fragile, can't handle a harder one but you just keep pleading and pleading till he gives you one that kocks you off your feet and you're staring up at him while cupping your now red cheek. he's immediatly regretting it and fussing over you until he sees you smile and whisper "i liked it" eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

when you first ask, he scoffs out a laugh as expected.

“you don’t want that. the hell you want that for, huh — s’enough violence in the world. i—i don’t hit women i can’t—” he shakes his head, sitting back. he’s sat on the edge of your camp bed, knees spread with you kneeling between them. your faces are close as you look up at him pleadingly, gripping his brown t-shirt.

“i do. i do want it!” you whisper, in disbelief at your own lust for violence.

“why sweetheart why?” he tilts his head and you pause to think, sucking on your swollen bottom lip as your chest rises and falls unevenly. he’d be lying if he said when you looked at him like that he didn’t wanna give you anything and everything you asked for. you try to conjure up a reasoning that would appeal to shane’s logic.

“to prepare me. for what’s out there… i’ve never been slapped i— i don’t wanna be caught off guard.” you list off, but there’s a mischief in your eyes, because you peer back up at him and he’s waiting for you to continue and tell him what it really is. “and… i’ve always… i’ve kinda wanted you to… i think it would feel…” you struggle for words, and it doesn’t get easier to find them when you see his smirk growing a little.

“you think it would feel what?” he tilts his head further to match your gaze, blinking at you expectantly. “good?”

you nod, waiting for a reaction. of course, he starts to chuckle again, grin wide and eyes crinkled.

“lemme tell you something it do not feel good n’thats comin’ from the asshole who’s been slapped more times in his life than years you’ve been alive alright—”

“you don’t get it.” you pout.

“no, i don’t — help me understand why the hell you’d want—”

“because i do! i want it and i want it from you!” you beg and he sighs, stares at you for a moment before giving you a light tap on the cheek. it wasn’t even hard enough to sting, just to lightly turn your head. you blink for a moment before giggling, and he laughs too.

“no, harder.” you plead excitedly. much to your dismay he’s shaking his head once more.

“harder— no, no ain’t no harder option alright m’not hurtin’ you—”

you roll your eyes, gripping his tshirt harder. “shane, please i’m asking this of you—”

“what’s gonna happen if i seriously hurt y—”

“—i just want it to sting i want you t’make it hurt—”

“—sweetheart you gotta learn to— to take no for a god damn answer— too damn delicate to be askin’ this kinda—”

“i can take it, please shane i can take it—”

your pleadings overlap with eachother until the arguing is cut off by one cold swipe through the air, a good hard slap that turns your head and makes prickly heat spread through your body. you nearly choke on the gasp that ripples through you as you hand flies up to touch your burning cheek, slowly turning back to shane in shock.

he’s staring at you, wide eyed — like he’d surprised himself, anticipating your reaction. he just wanted you to stop. he didn’t even mean to do it that hard. when he see’s a fresh hot batch of tears spring to your ears, he’s quick to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in to his chest.

“hey… hey shh-shh-shh-shh s’okay, hey i’m — i’m sorry yeah? i didn’t… you just kept pushin’ me okay i… hey lemme look at it yeah lemme—” he pulls you back, surprised to see you smiling through the tears, freezing his actions completely.

“i liked it.” you whisper gleefully, pupils dilated to hell and back. “i liked it.” you repeat as shane’s fingers come up to stroke the hot skin.

“yeah?” he grumbles, a rush of relief and something else washing over him. his cock twitches at the way you’re looking at him, the way you’re trusting him and only him.

“mhm…” it comes off as a soft moan as you crane higher on your knees to press your lips to his, licking at his bottom lip and breathing into his open mouth, clearly horny. “again.” you whisper, and this time there’s less hesitation from shane.

[glossykissies]

waaaait… our lovely reader being sexually frustrated and poor thing just wants to get off but it feels like someone is always 🙄 around 🙄 so one day she’s sitting on a blanket out picking berries in the field and the bushes are kind of tall…hmmMmm… cue the solo play!!! and SHANE happens to find her in the act and offer his ~services~

could TOTALLY see reader’s eyes rolling back and shane being like “s’right, sweetheart, look at the pretty clouds” while sending her right to heaven

you weren’t allowed to leave herschels land, that was the rule.

not just you, for everyone (everyone who rick and shane believed couldn’t handle themselves anyway.) you didn’t mind that. you felt safe here — even in the larger more far away fields that rick okay’d— though he told you to keep your wits about you incase there was a few lurkers. you’re sure you could handle your own, you’d even managed to kill a few when shane took you on that run to teach you how to shoot. shane…

you’d shyly told him you were heading out to pick berries. you were — honest, but you also had plans to spend some alone time, away from the group for a little while. you see, there wasn’t much privacy — even in your own tent, it always seemed like there was someone outside, rustling around, able to hear your every shift… made it difficult for you to relieve yourself.

shane was partially the reason your body required any relief in the first place. you’re sure you couldn’t help it, he was a strong, capable and protective man, which naturally ignited something within you. you thought about him as you placed the berries in your basket, gently biting your lip as you think of the way he was marching around today with his shirt unbuttoned, skin beneath sheened with late summer sweat.

you cut the berry picking short when you spot a patch of grass that looked perfect to lounge in. decorated with plush grass and vibrant flowers that looked untouched by the atrocities of the world. best of all, a wall of tall grass surrounded it, giving you a sense of privacy and protection. couldn’t hurt to use this space for your benefit.

you lay your blanket down, along with your basket and supplies before looking around. it seemed that there was no one around for miles to come, for once creating a sense of excitement and mischief in the pit of your stomach, instead of dread.

you settle, folding up your dainty cardigan and placing it behind your head to use as a makeshift pillow as you lay back, the afternoon sun warming your body. you take the leap and kick your panties off from beneath your flowy white sundress, leaving them to hang off your ankle as you suck in a long, relaxed inhale before flowering out your legs, lifting the dress.

it was to no surprise that you were already wet, with how pent up you’d been lately and how much you’d been shamefully fantasising about the more reckless leader of the group — your poor pussy was just crying out to be touched. a hand slithers down, tickling your hip bones as you try to push through the impatience to draw this out. teasing yourself doesn’t last long, because soon — you’re pawing at your clit, bucking your hips into your hand beneath the sun.

you must’ve been letting out the softest whimpers and cries, panting up towards the sky as you chase that well deserved orgasm you needed. it stole all your focus, knocked your guard straight down — so thank god when you’d missed the sound of rustling grass, it hadn’t been a walker… instead, shane.

you had no idea how long he’d been watching you, how much he’d seen— but the man clearing his throat was enough to have you yanking your dress down and scrambling to sit up in your own juice on the blanket, panting up at him with embarrassed doe eyes.

“shouldn’t be out this far by y’self.” shane scolds, hands on his hips as he looks around as if trying to avoid your eye. you were mortified, not only had shane caught you touching yourself, but he was pretending it didn’t happen.

you blink at him, still recovering as you gather your words for a moment — trying desperately to get your brain to cooperate when it had been a warm, hazy mush just seconds before.

“you… i told you this morning, thought it was okay.” you peer up at him apologetically, his broad frame blocking the sunlight from shining directly into your eyes.

“yeah, guess i’d been distracted.” he hooks his thumbs into his belt loops, and the two of you stare eachother down for what feels like a minute. unable to take his gaze that you just couldn’t read, you awkwardly make a move to get up and gather your things, stare falling to your panties still hooked around one ankle, wondering if it’s best to quickly pull them up infront of him and further the embarrassment or kick them off all together and shove them in your bag like a freak.

luckily, shane speaks up. “nah nah, you ain’t gotta go no where now. m’here with you.” he holds out a hand, relaxed as he strolls closer, checking out the little area you’d made yourself. his eyes linger on the panties around your ankles and you swear he licks his lips.

“shane.” you look up at him again, all scorned and innocent — which unbeknownst to you in this moment was really testing him.

“yeah, sweetheart.” he nods.

“how much did you see?” your furrowed brows create a line between them and it takes the man everything not to grin— not expecting for you to be the one to bring it up so soon. no, he was expecting to work it out of you a little.

shane runs a hand over his head as he walks closer to your blanket, like he was unsure of what to do with himself.

“look, wantin’ to… havin’ those feelings ain’t nothing to be ashamed of… yeah? we all do it. we all get a little… pen’ up.” his voice drops an octave in seriousness as he lowers into a squat, brows raised like he was focused on talking to you about gun safety or something. “long as you got what you needed—”

“i didn’t. i was close… i think.” you interrupt him with a slight shake of your head and he’s licking his lips again, a hand running over his jaw. there’s a silence that borders on awkward before he speaks up again.

“we all… look out for each other in this camp, don’t we?” he speaks, settling on his ass as he stares over the fields. you look at him, never quite sure of where his stories were going. “we don’t owe eachother nothin’ but … but it’s the little things that matter, ain’t it? you scratch my back, i scratch yours. makes stickin’ together worthwhile.” he sniffs, staring ahead pensively before peering over at you, an unmistakable glint of mischief in his expression.

“what are you saying?” you mutter. you knew what he was offering, you just couldn’t quite believe it.

“… i’ll put it bluntly and— and you can call me a dirty old bastard n’walk away now i’ll accept that but…” shane thinks for a moment before shuffling closer to you, looking you over. you stare back, which he takes as permission to run a thumb over your jaw, expression getting a little more serious. “i’m thinkin’ i help you out. s’nice n’ private out here… little more roomy than my tent. i’m… i’m happy to rub that lil’clit ‘til you’re… heh, until you’re making a mess in the palm a’my hand.” he speaks honestly and your chest begins to noticeably rise and fall with the pants of arousal that you couldn’t contain.

as he speaks, his thumb drags over your bottom lip, before his hand lowers bit by bit to caress your delicate throat gently. your eyes flutter, cunt gushing. “i don’t know if you noticed me watchin’ you… seein’ you look at me the way you do. i might be goin’ off a hunch here but i’d even go as far as to say you’re happy i caught you touchin’ yourself out here… you wanted it to be me…” the gravel of his voice dips into a near whisper and his eyes are nearly pitch black even in the blazing sun as they stare into yours. you didn’t have the words.

not until you were laying with your back to his chest with your legs fanned out anyway, then you got a little more verbose. shane had gotten real busy, from massaging your clit to having two thick fingers stuffed inside, curling upwards to stroke your walls, lips to your ear.

“yeah i know. ‘what you wanted huh? bet it wasn’t my fingers you was thinkin’ bout… dirty little girl like you, hah— was my cock. weren’t it.” you don’t have to answer, because your pussy squeezes him at the knuckle. “yeaaah. saw you lookin’ sweetheart you think i didn’t?”

“sh—shane, can’t do it— s’too much!” you were sweaty and overstimulated and yet you couldn’t stop bucking your hips into his hand.

“that right.” he deadpans, wetting his lips. “nah. you gonna cum for me. you’re gonna give me that.” he demands.

you could never say no to shane.

as you feel it building, what were once soft whimpers and whines are now desperate cries growing louder and louder. shane presses his lips together, because god — he really wanted to hear them. but for your safety, and his reputation at the camp, he had to act.

you weren’t too sure when shane had swiped the cotton white panties from around your ankle, but all of sudden with his free hand, he’s stuffing them into your mouth, nearly gagging you with the silencing act. “shh—shh—shh. you hush up now.” he growls passionately through grit teeth, holding you still when your instinct is to fight it.

you accept your fate of having your own panties between your teeth as you focus on the pleasure shane brings you, eyes fluttering as they threaten to roll back, whines now masked by the fabric. “yeah, yeah tha’s a good girl you take it. think i’mma have to keep these panties as a reward f’bein’ so damn nice to you, what do you say? take ‘em to my tent, jerk myself raw in’em. you like that sweetheart? that gonna make you cum on these fingers?” he seems to get more passionate the closer you get until all you hear is white noise, like a gun had blasted off too close to your ears. the world becomes blood red from the sight of the sun behind your eyelids. all you know is pleasure.

all you know, is shane.