#rosita espinosa x fem!reader

[lotties-ashwagandha]

LETHAL

rosita espinosa x fem!reader, 357 words

kinktober day seven: guns (plus she has a strap) (NSFW)

Her gun presses against your temple as you ride her strap, pressing harder into you in a reminder to keep your eyes on her. 

Rosita bumps her hips up, driving the strap deeper into you. You whine, ignoring the gun planted firmly to your head as you lean in to kiss her. Her kiss is rough, her need for you as great as your craving for her. 

She trails the barrel of the gun down your body, down your waist to your hips. It’s not loaded, but still you feel the threat of it looming dangerously – as if of its own volition the gun would go off, suddenly loaded, suddenly lethal. Its presence feeds a heady adrenaline in you. 

“Keep going,” Rosita orders, her tone commanding when you falter as she brings the gun back up to your head. Quickly you regain your rhythm again on her strap. “Good girl.” 

At her praise you whine, and when your head lulls back slightly she takes the opportunity to run the end of the gun down the column of your throat. You gasp – she moves it away, replacing it with her lips on your neck as she kisses down to your collarbones. 

You struggle again to keep going, keep your rhythm with her persistent distractions. The way her hips ram up into you, the repositioning of the gun and the way she pulls you so roughly to kiss her leaves your concentration wavering. 

Noticing your struggle, Rosita pushes you to lay back on the bed, quickly sliding back into you and starting to suck a mark at your pulse point. Her hips rock into you at a quick pace, and you see the euphoria in her expression as she savors every desperate sound she pulls from you. 

“Couldn’t fucking keep up,” she says breathlessly, her tone condescending. “You wanted to ride me, but even with a gun to your head you need me to make you come.” 

Suddenly the gun is back on you, digging into the side of your head as you feel yourself driven closer to ecstasy, closer to an orgasm with Rosita’s gun pressed against you. 

[sunnybunnyy2]

Morning pick-me-up

Rosita Espinosa x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral(Rosita receiving), girl x girl, kissing, might be swearing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Abe’s death, Subish Rosita

Word count: 2.3k

Setting: Season 9 time-skip

AN: this is my first smut and obviously my first girlxgirl fanfic. I decided to try it out because I am making a fanfic on Wattpad and Rosita is one of the love interests so I wanted to get into the vibe of her, and also the lack of fanfics in this fandom is criminal. I have never done this in real life if you couldn’t tell by the writing :/

Your eyes were glued to the bowl in front of you as you used a metal fork to whisk the eggs into scrabbled form.

Eggs that were being laid by the many chickens at Hiltop were beginning to get fewer and fewer in the crates the communities had been trading.

Ever since Rick's demise Michonne had been closing herself off from the other communities which meant they weren’t just losing touch with friends but with resources that could help make Alexandria a better place.

You could sympathize with her. You really could. She had lost the man she loved when she was pregnant, leaving her to not only raise Judith by herself but her unborn child.

That child, RJ, had been a part of Alexandria for nearly a year and a half. But Michonne’s wounds were still sore after an old friend of hers kidnapped Judith and half a dozen other children from the place they thought were safest.

Your fear of another threat outweighed your desire to hang out with your other friends. You could not deal with another saviour's war. Not after what it had done to your girlfriend.

Rosita was left broken after the death of her ex-boyfriend, Abraham. She had confided in you that it wasn’t over the fact that she still loved him, she knew their love wasn’t true; it was because of convenience. She had just been drowning in guilt after the way their last conversation had gone, but with the war long over peace filled the air of Alexandria once again.

They would never forget the lives that were lost but they could begin to live for themselves.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even heard your girlfriends' quiet footsteps.

“Jesus, what did those eggs do to you?” She asked with a snort as she wrapped her arms around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder after she felt you jump at her sudden presence.

“Holy, shit. You scared me.” You replied as you pulled the wet fork out of the batch of over-mixed eggs, sighing in contentment as you poured them into the low-heat pan.

“Hey. baby.” She muttered softly as she pulled her head to the side to lay light kisses on your skin. A smile tugged harshly at her lips as result.

“Hey, yourself.” Your smile turned into a grin as you felt her smile on your neck. Her arms left your waist to rub your sides lightly, causing a laugh to leave your lips at how ticklish it felt.

“I missed you in bed.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep.” You spoke with a faint shrug, feeling guilty about leaving the bed when you knew that she didn’t sleep well alone.

“Don’t say sorry, Baby. Not to me.” Rosita said in a soft but firm voice as her hands clasped tighter around the handles of your waist before slowly turning your body to face her, causing you to stop your stirring of the eggs.

“I- I just know you don’t sleep the best-” You started as you wrapped your arms around her neck, it looked almost like you were about to slow dance.

“I sleep the best when you sleep the best. If you’re not sleeping good neither am I, okay? Don’t be scared to get out of bed, Y/N.” She said firmly and roughly but her words were genuine. They always were. If you ever wanted an honest opinion, Rosita was your girl. She was your girl.

“I love you.” You said as you looked into her eyes, seemingly entranced.

She let out what people would call a giggle before a wide smile pulled on her full lips as she replied, “I love you too, you dork.”

She leaned her pink, pillowy lips towards yours. They rested there for a second before you leaned in the rest of the distance.

Just as any other time your lips became one, you felt a light shock and it felt as though someone was turning your insides into a trampoline. As weird as it sounds, you craved it. You wanted nothing more than to constantly feel what you were feeling. To be constantly lost in her lips.

After a moment Rosita’s hands slid down your hips towards your bottom before squeezing the plush flesh harshly, ripping a moan from your interlocked lips giving Rosita the perfect opportunity to slip her tongue into her parted lips.

Her tongue explored every inch of your mouth like it was the first time all over again. It ran over your gums, your teeth and the roof of your mouth.

No part of your mouth was untouched by Rosita’s skilled tongue, it dove into every nook and cranny making sure to not leave a piece of it untouched.

You pulled one of your hands away from her dark and knotty strands to shove your dominant one under her nightgown to rub on her, now-exposed, stomach.

The cold air nibbled at her skin as the front part of her was exposed to the chilling morning air that blew in from the open kitchen window. Your thumb ran over the smooth skin before you placed that hand on the skin of her back, exposing it even more.

Her nightgown was now only covering one side of her, the other hiked up so far you were beginning to see the outline of her breast. Your hands tugged at the dip of her back as you roughly yanked her closer to you, her unclothed core rubbing against your clothed one with every jerk of her hips.

When air finally became a necessity, Rosita pulled away with a gasp, her hips began to rub harsher as her need for release grew stronger. With one of her more rough thrusts you let out a whimper as her lips rubbed against your clit causing goose bumps to rise against your body, and your breasts tighten into sharp points.

Rosita’s wetness began to drip down her thighs, catching your attention as you pulled back slightly only to see a soaked-through spot on your panties.

Rosita let out a huff at the fact that her movements were interrupted so she dipped her finger in between her legs in an attempt to get herself off but before she could get any closer to her lower lips you slapped her hand away gently causing her to scowl at you in response.

“The hell is your problem?” She sassed as she threw her head backwards with a loud and annoyed huff.

“Why’re you being such a brat?” You asked as you leaned over to plant your lips on her exposed neck, certainly not missing the way her hands immediately clutched to the back of your head.

She moaned as you began to such harshly on her skin. Wanting everyone to see just how needy she was.

“I- just- fuck I need you... please.” She whimpered as she finally used her words.

You pulled your lips away from her wet skin as well as your body. You took hold of the end of her nightgown which had fallen back down to its normal place when you had pulled away from her body. She raised her arms above your head to assist you in taking the garment off of her sticky skin.

Once you had dropped the clothing on the floor she had turned her body away, preparing to make her way up the stairs to head to the bedroom, but you stopped her before she could make it any further.

“No, I’m not waiting any longer.” You spoke as you grabbed her arm to drag her towards the medium-abandoned couch.

You pulled your hand out of hers as you neared the piece of furniture, your hands pulling away your oversized nightshirt before you were plopping down on the couch landing on your back while you did so.

She stood beside you, eyes trained on your perked-up breasts as she rubbed her thighs together.

Rosita worshiped everything about you. There wasn’t a thing that she didn’t like. Not. A. Thing. She didn’t really have a favourite part of you, but if she had to say your eyes. She felt as though staring into them would be the sunniest she would ever be.

She wouldn’t really call herself a boob girl, or an ass girl or even a thigh girl. She loved those things about you equally but right now, she would have to say your boobs were her favourite.

She smiled to herself as she swung herself over your clothed pussy hoping that she would be able to get the friction that she was craving. The friction only you could give her.

But she stopped her movements when she felt your hands softly running over her tanned legs.

Her eyes locked onto your face after you pulled one hand away from her legs to gesture towards your mouth.

“Are you sure? You’re soaked.” Rosita pointed out as she furrowed her eyebrows.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want your mouth on her, it was just the fact that she felt like she had been neglecting you slightly with the amount of work she had been assigned to do around Alexandria, plus she had been one of the Alexandrian’s to have to travel to the other communities, which not only took an immense amount of energy but so much time that she could be spending with you.

“I wanna taste you, Ro. I miss you.” You all but begged as you began to pull her body towards your face while doing so you felt wetness follow in her tracks.

“You sure?” Rosita asked as she pressed her knees to

outline around your neck, her centre hovering so close you could feel the heat.

“Yeah, can I?” You asked for consent which earned you a desperate nod in response. You took a deep breath before you pulled Rosita's hips down roughly against your hot tongue, causing it to flicker her engorged clitoris softly. Her brown clitoris pulsated quickly as she let out a gasp at the sudden contact.

After playing with her for a few minutes longer you moved your hands from her hips to use your thumbs to pull apart her lips, opening up her beauty to your eyes and without delaying what you both needed any longer you stuck your tongue into her soppy hole.

Her taste over welcomed you as you gripped her ass tightly to hold her still against her needy lips.

Rosita’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as the pleasure of your skilled tongue overwhelmed her. Her hips jerked without her consent as she tightly clasped your hair and for a second she was scared she might rip it out of your scalp but when she received a moan in response she knew she was in the clear.

No one had ever made her feel like you did. Sure she had slept with a fair amount of people in her days on earth. Before the apocalypse and after, but she had never felt so cared for and respected when she offered herself so openly to someone. She had never felt so loved.

With you it was easy to be herself, at first she had put walls up in an attempt to keep herself safe from the bad luck she had felt was always hovering over her shoulder, waiting for her to finally be happy before it took away the ones she loved. But soon she realized that you didn’t like the person she tried to be. You loved the sass that filled her tone when she was fed up with someone’s BS or the fact that she would get excited and giddy for no reason at all.

She loved you as much as she knew you loved her. She knew thought she loved you more. You were all she thought about, day and night. She wasn’t lying when she said that she could only sleep if she knew you were happy and sleeping. It was like something was restraining her from doing anything until she knew that you were safe.

A loud moan tore through the air as you began to use your fingers to toy with her sensitive nub, pleasure erupted from her hole as her toes began to cramp up, and sweat began to roll down her face as she began to ride yours. Your nose constantly bumped against her hole when your tongue slipped from inside of her. Her walls contracted against nothing until you replaced your nose with a finger and, then after a few seconds, another.

Heavy pants left your mouth as the minutes without oxygen were beginning to catch up with you so to bring your girlfriend the release she was desperately; craving you brought your lips towards her nub before you closed your lips around it, softly sucking the muscle as you curled your fingers as far as they could go in her tight walls and after a second the grip on your fingers began to be painful as Rosita reached her end.

Loud moans poured out of her mouth and her hips jerked with so much force that she nearly fell over, her nails dug into your thighs as she leaned back. Cum gushed out of her hole as you angled your mouth to catch it all.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop- so s-so good!” She panted loudly as he continued your motions to help her ride out this intense high for as long as humanly possible.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and shy giggles, you were both naked on the couch as they ate the slightly burnt, over-scrambled eggs, but you guys weren't complaining.

It was totally worth it. It was a much-needed morning pick-me-up.

[writella]

Thinking about when you can’t decide between Daryl and Rosita so the three of you help each other out— ♡

Daryl Dixon x afab!reader x Rosita Espinosa. Daryl’s a bit soft here, but it’s just because he’d do anything for you. Smut. 18+. wc: under 750.

It all started with your lips on his, then hers… you don’t exactly remember how it began, but you allowed it, you kept going.

Honestly, your surprise faded away quicker than you thought as you turned to Daryl. Soft and sweet pleading in your eyes as you silently asked him if this was okay, if he would help you, if he would join in.

So he nodded quietly, Rosita on the other hand was already pushing the straps of your top to the side, kissing your shoulder and collarbone anyway. He let it go, for you.

He met her eyes as well when she came up for a moment. She took the go ahead to take off your shirt and then her own. She smiled widely. This would be fun.

All three of you sat on the sofa with your clothes discarded now.

The wetness you felt between your thighs was one you never felt before. The two bodies that sat on opposite sides of you speaking to every inch of your heart you were left immovable. And in this instance, Daryl wouldn’t move either until he knew what you wanted first, so Rosita was yet again the more fearless one to help initiate you three into the next step.

Her hand slowly made its way up your thigh to tease you. Her fingers now tracing your lips up and down, feeling the bits of wetness that were already peeking out below until she finally pressed a finger onto your clit.

You grabbed onto Daryl’s hand tight, and he held onto you, giving you reassurance.

You feel ready now.

Rosita’s fingers slipped into your hole as you let go of Daryl’s hand, your fingers now gently lacing around his cock. Your free hand goes to Rosita’s pussy, feeling up her own wetness. Your eyes glow toward hers. You made her feel that way. You start to rub and pinch at her clit and she rocks into your hand.

Both Daryl and Rosita spread your legs wide, watching her rub deep circles into you. You grind against her fingers faster, the thought of getting to rub her clit, and her rubbing yours as you stroke Daryl’s cock made you moan gutturally.

Daryl’s hand now goes below Rosita’s as he inserts a finger and then two inside of you. It leaves you speechless. Only sweet sounds and pathetic pants were let out as you looked below: her pretty fingers on your sticky clit and his thick ones in your drenched hole. You moan again, the words coming deep from your firing heart, “oh. my. god.”

You tried to continue to stroke him and press quick circles on her swollen clit, but it was all getting too hard, too much to focus on. Their hands on you made the two of yours spasm, your movements slowing. You whined, telling them you were sorry. You felt like you weren’t doing as well as they were.

“Aw, feels too good, baby?” Rosita asks. There was mischief, but no malice in her voice. She liked how overstimulated you were getting as she watched you become so blissed out for her and your boyfriend.

Daryl kisses the side of your shoulder, rubbing his nose there gently, he doesn’t blame you either. He takes your hand that was on him, licking a wet stripe from your palm to your fingertips before placing it on his base again. His hand now lightly wraps over yours that’s on him. It’s just a slight hover, but it helps. You’re stroking him together.

Rosita follows: her free fingers coming to meet yours over her clit. She presses against you hard to push deep circles into hers as she rocks, until she slides your fingers down to meet her hole. Her hand helps you pump in and out. A quick “Ah,” turns into an “mmm,” and she tilts her head back on the sofa. Her other hand on you returns to its motions on your clit, getting the same reactions from you.

As much as you’re getting from this, it almost feels like you’re being used… The two touching your body, making you wet, the three of you smiling and grunting and moaning because of it? Them using their hands to make you touch them exactly in the way they want?

You were in love with it.

You were theirs.

Completely.

“Keep going,” you say breathlessly; your throat almost choking up from the moan you withheld to tell them: “Please… wanna come for both of you.”

I don’t know how anyone’s hands are not cramping, so I’ll just blame it on the fact that this is a daydream. Anyway, I missed you all!!!

[enid-rhees]

morning | rosita espinosa x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: morning sex, eating out. (reader receiving) MINORS DNI

A/N: hope you all enjoy! requests are open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned!

your eyes fluttered open when you felt your shorts begin to slide down your legs. when you lifted your head, Rosita laid at the edge of the bed, smiling softly up at you.

“good morning,” she grinned, flinging your shorts and underwear somewhere across the room. “morning,” you rasped.

Rosita slowly made her way up your body, stopping when her lips lightly hovered over yours. you closed the small distance between them, kissing her softly. when she pulled away, the sun that peeked out from the blinds illuminated her face perfectly.

“why are you up so early?” you asked her. a smirk formed on her face as she made her way back down your body. “had a dream. was just endlessly making you come on my tongue. had to make it real.” she hummed, spreading your thighs apart.

Rosita started to leave light kisses on your inner thighs, sucking marks into them and squeezing them softly. you let out a small moan.

“you’re already so fucking wet.” she said, smiling widely. “only for you,” you choked out.

without warning, Rosita plunged her tongue into you. you gasped as your hands reached for her hair, tangling your fingers into the soft strands. she moaned at the feeling, and the vibration caused waves of pleasure to pulse through you.

she tightly held your thighs as her tongue licked through every crevice of you, spreading them open wider than before. your head fell back on the pillow and your back arched off the bed.

your first orgasm began to approach and you started to breathe erratically, hips grinding up against Rosita’s tongue as you chased your orgasm.

“Ro,” you moaned out. “Ro, i’m close.”

her right hand released your thigh as she started to rub your clit with her thumb. a loud, long moan echoed through the room as your orgasm pulsed through your body.

Rosita looked up at you, her lips glistening with your wetness. “can you take one more, sweetheart?”

you were so out of it, but nodded your head repeatedly. “yes… yes, please, Ro. i need you.”

she smiled at your fucked out state, lifting your legs over her shoulders. “ready, hon?” you nodded again.

Rosita’s lips attached to your clit with one harsh suck and your hips jolted up. you were still sensitive from your previous release, but it was quick subsided as she entered two fingers inside of you.

the double pleasure was an overwhelming feeling and you couldn’t help the high pitched moans that constantly left your lips. you were sure others could hear you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

your chest rose and fell quickly as your second orgasm already started to creep up on you. you barely had time to warn Rosita as it hit you like a truck. a scream practically left your mouth.

Rosita gently set your legs back on the bed. she crawled back over to you, wrapping her arms around your body.

“feeling okay, love?” she asked softly. you nodded, so fucked out you couldn’t even speak. she placed a kiss on your sweaty forehead, pulling the covers over the two of you.

“you did so good for me.” she whispered. “so, so good. always such a good girl for me.”

[hiro--aoki]

Tell Ur Boyfriend - Part 3

Rosita Espinosa x Fem!Reader x Tara Chambler

A/n: chat oml

Tara jumps out of the truck as soon as it stops. you help her lift Glenn out.

“So, you’re just gonna take an unconscious body around the countryside in hopes of finding his group alive?” You ask.

“Have to be stupid to do that.” Abraham mumbles.

“Or determined.” Tara says.

“Or determined.” Rosita confirms.

“Maybe, we can detour. Check the main road.” You state.

“Too many fucks I don’t give.” Abraham mutters.

“Or get.” You add.

He glares at you.

“Y/n!”

You straighten up almost instantly, turning your head to Rosita.

“We are trying to help someone here! Stop riling Abraham up! God damn it.”

Tara just looks between you and Rosita. Awkward tension fills the area between the group. You can just feel the smirk radiating off Abraham.

You pull your rifle off the back of the truck and storm away, following the road. You won’t go too far, you’re not that stupid. Just far enough to calm down. No one tries to stop you. They probably know you’ll come back, but it’s still hurts a little.

After a few minutes of walking, you see a sign up ahead. You walk a little faster and stop in front of the sign.

It read: “Sanctuary for all. Community for all. For all those who arrive, survive.”

Below it in read writing, it read: “Glenn, go to Terminus. Maggie-Sasha-Bob”

You nearly trip with how fast you turn and run. You run as you can back to your group, your grip tight on your rifle. No less than 5 minutes of running you see the group. Glenn’s now awake, Eugene has a bleeding nose and Abraham looks pissed. Tara and Rosita are calming down Abraham.

“What happened?!” You yell as you run up to them.

“Eugene doesn’t know the cure!” Abraham yells.

You turn to Eugene, forgetting about the sign for the moment.

“What?!”

You start to storm over to him, but Glenn gets in your way.

“Move.”

“No, your buddy over there already hit him, he’s had enough.”

You glare at Eugene for a minute before you calm down.

“I found something. For you and Tara.”

“What is it?” Tara perks up.

“A sign. From a Maggie, Sasha and Bob.”

“Maggie?! Like, my wife, Maggie?” Glenn grabs your shoulders.

“I don’t know man. Probably, considering it was addressed to you.”

“What did it say?” Tara asks.

“Go to Terminus.”

“Terminus?” Abraham asks.

You nod, “The sign about it said something about it being a ‘sanctuary for all’.”

“We have to go!” Glenn said.

“Not happening.” Abraham says.

“Why not?” Tara asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Yeah, why not? We don’t have to head to D.C. anymore.” You point out.

Abraham has no comeback. Eugene just stands there awkwardly, you honestly forgot he was there.

“We’re going.” Rosita speaks up.

You notice the way she looks at Tara as she says it. In any other situation, you’d be pissed. Not today. Today, you look over at Tara with a similar look.

“C’mon.” You gesture for her to follow you to the back of the truck.

Rosita climbs into the truck, you follow behind her. You both turn and offer a hand each, out to her. She takes each hand in her own and you both pull her up and onto the truck. You three settle next to each other, you in the middle. Glenn on the other end of the tray of the truck. Eugene and Abraham in the cab, which may not have been a smart choice, but that’s not a problem right at this moment.

The sun starts to set as you all start to drive off in the direction that the sign said Terminus was in. You feel Tara doze off to sleep, her head resting on your shoulder. Rosita’s fingers entwine with yours.

If the world tries to ruin this for you, you swear to burn it to the ground with your bare hands.

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series!

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oneshots!

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drabbles!

wrapping gifts

head canons!

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[carlmipololo]

Guess.

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

Smut, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, car sex, semi public(? clothed eating out and all that jazz. Based on Guess by Charli XCX and Billie Eilish.

Sexuality was something you hadn't explored much, but if you knew something it was that girls were definitely your treat, not that guys weren't attractive to you, but there was something way more appealing about women than men to you.

You had told this to your best friend, except you decided not to let him know about the guys, the young Grimes was accepting of you, how could he not be? You were his best friend, but the disappointment was inevitable for him. Everyone knew, everyone except you, who was oblivious to Carl's obvious interest in you, he was pretty hormonal, and you were pretty, oh hell, he'd be lying if he said he didn't think you were the hottest girl around for him. He'd be lying if he said he had never found himself with his hand down his pants after letting his mind linger on the thought of you bending down to pick something up way longer than it should.

Carl was a hormonal mess. And so were you.

Going on runs was something you did pretty often, and while you waited for Rosita, Tara and Eugene in the van Carl and you came up with something to keep yourselves entertained.

"Okay, so, guessing each other's underwear color? Sounds easy." Of course it was easy, Carl would never suggest something he knew he couldn't win easily.

"Yeah, pretty easy, right? Take your guess, ladies first." He says, trying to keep a straight face, to not let his lips curve up in the cocky grin he was holding back, trying not to give himself away.

You hummed while thinking, you had seen the color of the elastic on Carl's boxers before, it couldn't be that hard, right?

"I'll go with grey. Are they grey?"

Carl chuckled as he shakes his head, amused. "Nope, try again."

After your fair share of tries and repeatedly getting it wrong you were done, letting out a frustrated huff, which was just amusing him even more, a big grin plastered on those pretty lips of his, you had to admit, he was hot when he acted this cocky, but he was also annoying.

"Okay Carl, then why don't you guess the color of mine?"

That was all he wanted to hear, he took his time, leaning in closer, his hot breath against your skin as he whispered in your ear. "I don't have to guess the color of your underwear, I saw it as soon as you sat down."

You gasp, your breath stuck in your throat as soon as he says that, his attitude finally making sense, you wanted to be angry, of course you did, but you couldn't help the way his demeanor and closeness was making you hot, you couldn't help the way your panties sticks to your aching pussy as your slickness wets them.

"What color are they then?" Your voice was way shakier than you intended, and Carl was enjoying it, his hands trailing their way up your thighs. Was he being way too impulsive right now? Of course, he knew he was. Were his hormones allowing him to stop and think it through? Hell no.

"Pink lace, quite pretty by the way... I know you like girls but..." His soft lips brush against your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "You know I'd hit it, right?"

His voice is soft and husky as he says that, his hands sneaking under the hem of your shorts, feeling the warm skin, his lips trailing down to your neck, you couldn't help it, you wanted him to keep going, and the way your hands were gripping at his flannel gave it away.

"Carl...?"

He hums softly in response, his lips latched to your neck, soft kisses and occasional suction that drew pretty moans out your lips. "Want me to stop?"

Your head shakes almost frantically, not wanting him to stop at all, his grin widens against your neck as he lets go of your thighs, one of his hands moving your shorts to the side, his fingers finding your clothed clit, rubbing tiny firm circles over it, earning a myriad of moans from you, already sensitive and responsive.

He can't bite back the smirk on his lips as he lets go of your neck, his lips finding yours quickly, his mouth devouring yours, tongues dancing with each other as he slides his fingers under your wet underwear, sliding a finger inside you. Basically devouring every single moan he coaxes out of you, a second finger adding shortly after as he pumps them in and out, his thumb rubbing over your bundle of nerves to add to the feeling even more.

Carl sucks on your tongue gently, breaking the kiss and taking his fingers out as soon as he senses you're getting close, gummy walls clenching around his fingers continuously. "Why did you stop?" Your voice is breathless and shaky, and he loves he's the cause of it, he shows you the two fingers he previously had inside of you, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he licks them clean, drunken by the taste of your juices. "So fuckin' good, I need to taste you for real."

The cowboy quickly makes his way down to your legs, kissing at your thighs and nibbling on them gently as he props your legs open and over his shoulders, wet lips and tiny love bites being imprinted on your inner thighs as he finally faces your clothed pussy, he takes in the scent, so tempting, he's the hardest he's ever been, but he tries brushing it off and focus on you, his hand moving the shorts away, but he leaves you panties in place, admiring the wet patch on them that makes the baby pink fabric slightly translucent, drawing out the outline of your folds.

"M'gonna make you feel good, pretty girl."

His voice is husky as he leans into you, pressing a soft kiss over your clothed clit, making you jolt as a shiver runs down your spine, he holds your hips down with his hands, a low laugh from him rumbling through your folds as he starts making out with your clothed cunt, tongue lapping at the fabric that sticks to you, now wet in your slickness and his spit, the feeling is enough to have you gaping, gasping for air as he pleases you over your clothes, hands reaching for his hair as you watch the windows of the van fog lightly, back arching slightly as your cheeks become reddened and eyes look glazy.

Carl decides to finally give into his own temptation, moving the panties to the side and finally tasting you fully, his tongue tracing a line up your slit before he starts lapping at your wet cunt relentlessly, making your eyes roll back as you tighten your hold on his hair, mumbling sweet nothings into the air as you whimper in a way that makes Carl almost come in his pants as he hears you, loving the way you taste on his mouth.

"C-Carl, I'm close..."

His tongue keeps moving as you say that, sucking gently on your clit, knowing that he wants to make a mess out of you, to make you come undone under his touch in such a way you will never want anyone else to do those things to you, so he quickly inserts his two fingers again, curving them up to search for your G spot, finding it easily as you almost scream the moment he presses on it, shaky hands tugging at his hair, he continues eating you out like it was his last chance to do it ever, enjoying every single second of it as he fingers you, coaxing your walls open each time you tighten around him, knowing you're about to cum in his mouth.

"C'mon pretty girl, come for me."

He whispers and quickly dips his tongue back into your folds, relishing in the feeling of your body squirming and arching under his touch as you finally come hard, a loud moan leaving your lips as you close your eyes, mind completely blank, Carl is quick to drink your juices, the ones he earned with his own mouth and fingers, he gently takes his fingers out of you and fixes your panties and shorts back to normal, smiling at how fucked out you look, so pretty because of him.

"The color of my underwear, the ones you couldn't guess, wanna find out later?"

"Bet."

He smiles at you, leaning in for a quick kiss, making you look presentable again before the others return, sitting back straight again as the rest of the little group gets back inside the van, Tara looks back at you both, smiling, "Did you guys get bored waiting? It took us longer than we thought." Carl shakes his head quickly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "What did you do to entertain yourselves?"

"A little guessing game, it can be way more entertaining than you think."

I'm dead

Tags: @crxssbowcarl @lunarnightt @carlsangel @aurasplanet @herrera2k @hiro--aoki @girlthatsinsane

[wingedtrash]

My intro/begging for motivation

(after literally leaving this account vacant for months)

My names Ellie, I write (when I feel like it which isn’t very much anymore bc… writers block)

But maybe y’all can help me out of that by leaving requests/asks for the following fandoms? Please I’m begging

Said fandoms being:

The Walking Dead

Red Dead Redemption

The Last of us

Marvel (in general)

X-Men

Resident Evil

COD

Blue eye Samurai

The new Fallout Prime show

Etc. if I can think of more I’ll keep listing

I write smut and fluff, don’t be shy with asks because I will write just about anything. Of course when we get into the smut territory there will have to be some boundaries, but I can go into those after I get a couple of asks because this probably isn’t going to gain any traction anyway.

Thank you for reading and perhaps think about leaving an ask for me to write!

[sinsandsweetness]

💿 - rosita guiding/teaching inexperienced reader how to ride her strap AUGGHHHMSIA

(congrats on 1.1k bb! your fics literally keep me alive)

cw- strap on sex, 18+ content, not proofread.

“Hey, you okay?” Rosita asks, grabbing your attention to her big brown eyes.

You nod but it mustn’t be very convincing. The clammy grip on her shoulders and the shakiness of your thighs is telling her the opposite.

“You’re in control, okay? Go as slow as you need.”

You nod with a sigh. Knowing that you definitely aren’t the one in control. She’s just saying that to comfort your anxiety. The fact that she’s been your first everything has always made you nervous. Especially now, hovering over an 8 inch, hot pink, dildo, strapped to the prettiest girl you know. Looking up at you through thick, dark lashes. It’s… intimidating. Everything about her is. No matter how much she reassures you. You’re always paralyzed by those butterflies swarming in your belly.

You close your eyes, her grip on your hips gently guiding your hips down and onto the silicone toy. Slick with spit and lube already. A tiny gasp leaves your lips when the cock teases your entrance. Sinking down as slow as you can until you’re sitting flush on her lap. Straddling her on the plush comforter.

“Wasn’t that bad, hey?” She leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth. Not moving or anything. Just giving you time to adjust to her size. Having been your first and all, you weren’t exactly used to the stretch.

“It’s really big, Ro…” you don’t wanna complain. But you’re filled to the fucking hilt. You don’t even know if you can move.

“You’ll get used to it, honey. It’ll feel so good. I promise. Gonna make you feel so good.” She catches your lips a few more times. Biting your lip and dragging it out. The action makes you moan into her mouth. Fuck.

“Whenever you're ready, ok? Just start movin’ up and down.” She instructs you, fingernails dancing on your hips, running down to grab your ass. Give you a nice squeeze before returning to your hips.

You nod, starting to move. Back and forth and up and down. Exploring what action feels best. What action hits that spot inside that makes you gasp.

“Oh,”

“Told you it’d feel good,” she teases. She wants your mouth on hers, but you can’t seem to kiss her back. Too enthralled by the feeling of her strap stretching you right out. You have to rest your forehead on her shoulder as you bounce up and down. Trying to chase the orgasm you know is starting to build. But the closer you get, panting and moaning in between open mouthed kisses, the more tired your legs become. Burning as you continue to ride her, trying to keep up with the speed that makes it feel so good. Frustrated that you can’t and you’re slowly losing your orgasm.

“Ro - I can’t-

“Can’t what, baby?” He’s nipping at your breasts, sucking deep purple hickeys onto your skin. Marking you for the rest of the group to see who you belong to. All hers. Her perfect, pretty, innocent girl.

“Can’t come,” you’re beyond frustrated. Legs giving out as you collapse into her lap, switching to a rocking motion, seemingly less effort than the prior.

“Yes, you can.” She helps you rock your hips. Hips starting to buck up into you. And wow, does that ever help. That extra leverage of her hands bouncing your ass and her hips coming up to meet yours. She’s hitting an angle you didn’t even know existed.

“There we go,” she notices your pathetic whimpers morphing back into moans. She can tell you’re getting close. She knows that sound. The way your breath hitches and you start taking in deep breaths. Trying your best to focus on the swarming pleasure expanding in your core. “Come on, baby.” She wraps her arms around your waist, jutting up into you as fast as her hips will let her.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over my cock.” Her words are downright filthy but it doesn’t matter. You do as you’re told. Pulsating around the pink silicone while you ride out your orgasm. Wet gasping and moaning right in Rosita’s ear as she fucks you through it. You’re always such a good girl for her, doing exactly as you’re told <3

[sunnybunnyy2]

THE WALKING DEAD MASTERLIST

I write for Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Rosita Espinosa, Maggie Rhee, Glenn Rhee, Abraham Ford, Sasha Williams, Tyreese William, Enid Rhee, Lydia, Negan Smith, Tara Chambler, Connie, Kelly, Beth Greene and potentially anyone else if you request it!

I am around Lydia, Enid and Beths age so it’s nothing creepy and most of the fanfics for them will be platonic especially towards Lydia because she is literally my child.

💋- Smut 💖-Fluff 👀- Angst

One shots:

Series: Dark Cell Masterlist Daryl Dixon x platonic!reader. 💖👀

One shots:

Series:

One shots: A Morning Pick-me-up Rosita Espinosa x fem!reader 💖💋

Series:

One shots:

Series:

[hardbeingcasual]

heyyyy, i read your carl fic and was wondering if you would write another one but with Rosita this time? One where its angsty and based in s11 where she dies 🫶

THE WAY THINGS GO! / R. ESPINOSA

♪ THE WAY THINGS GO, BEABADOOBEE / TWD MASTERLIST / MASTERLIST

summary — when rosita gets bit, the reader can’t help but wish it was her in rosita’s place.

warnings — death, normal stuff for twd, short story

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You never took the news well, finding out Rosita was bit, it hit you like a ton of bricks.

You never got to tell her how you really feel.

You couldn’t help but wish you were in her place, she had her whole life ahead of her still, she had to raise Coco, she can’t grow up without her mother, she already lost her father.

Then theres you, you had nothing, your family was dead. All you had left was Rosita, she was your purpose.

There she lay, almost lifeless. You couldn’t help but get teary eye as you looked at her. She insisted you sat next to her, so you did.

“Don’t cry.” She tells you, but you can’t help it, how do you gain the courage to tell her how you feel when shes on her death bed?

She grabs your hand and rubs her thumb over your palm, her bloodshot eyes meet with yours, her tears falling down her cheeks, you lift your hand to wipe them.

“You know I love you, right?” She says with such sincerity, her voice hoarse.

Your lip quivers at that moment, your tears falling like a storm, you shake your head “I didn’t think you’d feel the same.”

“Of course I do.” She sits up a bit, leaning her forehead against yours, her hand fully connecting with yours now. “Take care of Coco for me okay?”

“Rosita I can’t.” You dismiss her but she wasn’t having it.

“Please, I want to know shes in good hands, I trust you.” You catch her eye, before nodding, letting out an agreement.

“I’ll protect her, my life depends on it.” You promise her. After loosing Rosita, you cannot let Coco get hurt. She’s your priority now, no matter what. She’s the last piece of Rosita you have.

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#TAGS @icebergiounge @nfrvampire

[enid-rhees]

eyes up here | Rosita Espinosa x Fem!Reader

summary: you can’t help but stare at Rosita’s lips every time she talks to you. one day, she finally realizes it.

genre: friends to lovers :)

warnings: some suggestive stuff but not too much.

A/N: i fucking love Rosita y’all . reminder that requests are OPEN for Rosita and everyone else i write for. if you want to request, read pinned!

you were planting more seeds and watering the ones that were already planted. they mostly consisted of fruits and vegetables. with a huge empty space in Alexandria, it was converted into a garden for stuff like this. you took care of it the most.

with the sun beating down right on you, you felt like you were about to burn to a crisp. your hat wasn’t doing much help to shield your head as sweat dripped down you like crazy.

after you dug the final hole, placed the seeds in and gave it a bit of water, you fell back onto the grass, trying to catch your breath. you took your hat off, placing it directly on your face.

“well, what do we have here?” you heard a voice. you took the hat off your face, above you stood Rosita.

you chuckled, “me dying in the heat.” you answered. she reached her hand out for you to grab. you took her hand and she pulled you up. “did you finish planting them?” she asked.

“yeah, it’s all done.” you breathed out. as Rosita looked over the garden, you couldn’t help but admire her.

you couldn’t lie that you had a crush on Rosita. she was everything; extremely beautiful, brave, not at all afraid to take down anything in her way. she was everything to you.

“what are you doing after this?” Rosita asked you. you thought for a moment, “not sure. only thing i had planned today was this.” you responded, gesturing towards the field of plants.

“wanna come by my place for a bit? i have a bottle of wine and maybe i can cook some-“ your eyes slipped down to her lips as she spoke. it was hard not to get distracted by them, it always happened.

part of you dreamed about finally kissing her. what it would be like to have her hands run down your body, stopping on your waist and pulling you closer to her.

you’ve daydreamed about the way she would kiss down your neck, or leave small little hidden marks that only she could-

“hey, eyes up here.” Rosita snapped her fingers, bringing you back to reality. your face burned as she smirked over at you. “distracted?” she asked.

“i- i uh,” you stuttered over your words, not knowing what to say. it was too late to come up with an excuse, she had finally caught you.

Rosita walked closer to you and you felt your heart speed up. her hands slowly made their way to your waist and she held you close. at this point, your heart was racing a million miles a second.

she leaned her head closer to you, your lips only centimeters apart. she was teasing you. “is this what you want?” she asked, eyelashes batting up at you.

“yes.” you responded with a shaky breath. she finally closed the gap between you two. you held onto her face as you two kissed.

you didn’t know how long it had gone on for, but it was long enough for you guys to be out of breath when you pulled away. she still kept you close against her, hands tightening around your waist.

“still wanna come back to my place?” she asked with a teasing smile. you mirrored the smile, “of course.”

[lilgoblinbitch]

✩｡°࿔⋆ her skin was silk; she felt like heaven against you ⋆࿔｡°✩

[hiro--aoki]

could you plz do 3- “why are you awake right now?” rosita x fem reader when they first get to alexandria

Always

Rosita X fem!reader angst prompt: “Why are you awake right now?”

A/N: I don’t know Spanish, I had to use google translate T-T. This is honestly probably out of character. I didn’t really focus on her when I watched the series the first two time but now I wanna rewatch it just for her. Ya’ll are converting me from Carl to Rosita. Please stop T-T. Also, this kinds turned into a fluff/comfort idk. I hope I pleased :3 <3

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Long restless nights. That’s all you’ve been having since you and the rest of your group’s arrival at Alexandria. Waking up, sweating, panting, and feeling like you’d fall into a deep pit at any moment. It was only the second night here when it started. It was only the second night here that made you realise how much you’ve had to suffer just to face the same dangers every day and not a guarantee that you’ll even make it another minute. And not only you but everyone else in your makeshift family.

As you dragged yourself out of bed, your body heavy, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You skin was shiny from the sweat and your hair was sticking to your face like glue. You trudged out of your room, and to the kitchen. Maybe some water would help. It won’t. You’ve been doing this exact routine for the past week. It never works, nothing does. It never stops and frankly, it’s taking its toll on you.

One person to notice this is Rosita. She’s noticed the way the usual sparkle in your eye has faded, how your laughter becomes more forced and how the bags under your eyes never fade. She notices every detail about you. It’s always been like that. If you ate a little less than usual to ration food, she’s offering hers to you. If you shiver the slightest while on a supply run, she’s offering you her jacket (if she even wore one, if not she’s got you in her arms). She always knows.

As you lean against the island in the kitchen, with your head in your hands, you hear her footsteps come down the stairs.

“Babe?” She asks, halfway down the stairs.

Your head jolts up and your tired eyes meet hers.

“Rosi, did I wake you?”

“No, but why are you awake right now?” She tilts her head slightly as she makes her way to where you are.

“Just…needed a drink.” You try to make an excuse that won’t worry her.

“Don’t lie to me.” She says sternly with softness hidden behind it.

She’s concerned, she always is. When it comes to you, she hates to see even the slightest inconvenience happen.

“It’s nothing, Rosi, I promise,” you assure her.

“It’s never nothing, y/n.”

Shit. She got you there. There’s always something. Whether it be good or bad, there’s always something. You don’t think you’ve had a mundane day in…years. You drop your head back down into your hands. She wraps her arms around you from behind.

“You can talk to me about anything y’know,’ She whispers.

“I know,” you whisper back meekly.

“Then talk to me about it.”

You fall silent, avoiding talking about how little sleep you’re getting, about how much you wish the old world. At least you have Rosita. She’ll never leave you, even if her life depended on it. Her soft hands gently grab your chin and turn you to her. She moves both her hands to your cheeks, and she presses her forehead against yours.

“Mi dulce chica, please tell me.”

She knows you love it when she calls you pet names in Spanish.

“I… I just keep having nightmares, it’s nothing important,” you say quietly, fighting the lump forming in your throat.

“Well, I’m here for you. Always. If you wanna talk about it…”

You shake your head softly. You aren’t ready to talk about it. It’s still all too fresh. The sight of your parents getting torn apart by those dead bastards, being on the brink of death so often. It’s not normal. You just wanted to feel safe. Rosita would be the one to bring you that secure feeling. She always is.

“Okay.” She thinks for a moment. “You wanna sleep in my bed tonight? Would that make you feel better?”

You nod as you move your head to the crook of her neck. She smiles softly at you as she starts to walk you both back up the stairs and to her room. She pushes open the door to her fairly boring room but that makes it easier to focus on her. Her soft caring eyes that only are seen by few people. Her soft touches, hidden by her tough demeanor. Her caring and comforting words that sound like a lullaby. She brings you to her bed which is surprisingly soft. You both lay down and she pulls you close to her. Your lack of sleep leaves you falling asleep almost as soon as she starts stroking your soft hair and whispering sweet things in your ear.

[tqxky]

I need her to break my legs, respectfully