#this is me imagining rick as an ass guy

[lilgoblinbitch]

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“you keep wrappin’ around me like that, i’ll put a baby in you.”

your bawdy moans and the way you tightened your thighs around his waist, and even the way your fingernails dug into his back with desperation — he couldn’t take it.

“fuck, sweetheart—” he slowed his pace and grasped your thighs with his rough hands, pushing them up against your stomach. “what i tell you?”

“please, rick, feels so good,” you pleaded, eyes hazy and showcasing your fucked out state.

his thrusts ensued, but his stare intensified, a licentious expression on his face. his pink lips parted as he let out a wanton grunt while fucking you into the uncomfortable mattress.

see, the two of you could’ve waited until you made it back to alexandria, however you had decided to wear the tightest shorts that day. and rick knew you had picked them out just for him, on the day you two went on a supply run together. how courteous of you…

so here you were, being fucked like the whore you were in an abandoned shack on a dusty mattress.

“fuckin’ slut. always gotta wear—” thrust. “the sluttiest outfits—” thrust. “aroun’ me, hm?” his hips rocked into your core with such vigor you almost expected he’d literally split you open.

your lewd cries echoed throughout the ramshackled house. his hand switched from the plushness of your thigh to your pouted mouth. “stay fucking quiet, or your pussy isn’t the only thing that’s getting fucked today. your mouth could use some attention, right?” he teased, releasing his hand from your mouth.

a tight knot started to form deep in your core. “oh god, rick, i’m gonna—”

his thrusts quickened, a hand reaching down to thumb your clit, pinching and prodding it. “not till i say so,” he demanded. your back arched off the mattress, hands grabbing at rick’s tousled brown hair. he leaned down to lock his lips with yours.

rick pulled away from the kiss. his hips driving deep into your cunt, and his cock thumping into your cervix. he angled his hips to aim his cock into the sweet spot that activated your climax. “cum f’me.”

without question you released your juices onto him, closed-mouth whimpers begging to escape your lips. your walls continued to tighten around him which sent rick chasing his own climax. “fuck, ohh—” his seed spilled into your drenched cunt as he rode through his orgasm.

he pulled out and collapsed beside you, dust flying around the two of you as his body made contact with the mattress. rick wheezed slightly and chuckled, waving the dust out of his face. if you weren’t completely out of breath you would have laughed along with him, but still you turned your head to meet his and smirked.

“so, you really like my shorts, huh?”

he sighed exasperatedly, side-eyeing you. “if i catch you wearin’ them damn things around me again, i’m not gonna go easy on you.”

you gulped. if the way he just fucked you was ‘going easy on you’ then, you wondered how much harder he could go….

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[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Thanks for Giving Your Body

"You really should've joined us to Miami rather than seeking for your family's acceptance this Thanksgiving. Damian really got a trick on his sleeve,"

Johnny read the chat from Rick with his eyebrow furrowed. What the fuck was that chat all about? Suddenly, another message slides in, this time it's a picture, and Johnny's eyes instantly goes incredibly wide

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT SITE DID DAMIAN SHOWN TO YOU GUYS THAT HAS COACH COMBS BUTT-NAKED PICTURE?"

"Duh, are you purposefully being dumb or what? It's me dummy, we met Coach Combs on the beach and I slid into his fit hairy body. This is Damian and Lee now by the way, they met quite a hottie older friendship duo that they just turned gay for each other after one swift possession,"

Johnny's hand trembled in surprise. Is this for real? Fuck, he really should've ditched his family's Thanksgiving and just jet himself away with his fellas to Miami instead. His dick strained his short grey pants as he replayed the hint that Damian dropped about the spell he found online. But then his ear caught the voice of his most-awaited uncle downstairs and seemingly just arrived after his 8 hours drive from the other state and Johnny's eyes suddenly twinkled a rather mischievous smile

"Tell Damian to share the spell to me ASAP. I think I have just the plan and I will come join you three during the weekend,"

"No need, I have it in my notebook. Here, read the pics I just sent you,"

Johnny grinned and then quickly recited the spell. As his body instantly went limp, Johnny's astral form quickly dashed through the wooden floor and descended to the en-suite bathroom inside the bedroom designated for his Uncle Louis. As expected, the fit hunk instantly stripped himself for a shower as he has this habit of instantly showering upon arriving at his residences after every travel, and Johnny takes that isolation as a chance.

The studly man is all alone inside his bedroom with the door locked so Johnny knows no one will disturb this process. As his uncle undressed himself fully and started to round the towel around his waist, looking shredded as fuck yet a bit fatigued, that's when Johnny slides in smoothly with no resistance whatsoever into his uncle's physique. The invasion caused the massive stud to tremble a bit as Johnny's invading soul pressed and locked his own uncle's soul away into his own unconsciousness and mere seconds later, "Uncle Louis" is back to normal

"Happy Thanksgiving, Uncle Louis. Thanks for giving me access to this body so easily," he said with a smirk to the mirror as he then sniffed a rather peculiar smell wafting from his now massive body. Johnny then quickly raised his pit and grinned like a maniac as he then lick and huff his uncle's almost hairless yet sweaty pits as he found the source of the musky deliciousness that surrounded him.

"Hmmmm......8 hours of just driving inside an air-conditioned car yet you smelled this good? Fuck....imagine a 1 hour intense workout,"

Johnny then take it one step further as his mind raced with all sorts of scenario, hands rubbing the towel that covered his uncle's hard-on

"Oh how I wish my sweet otter of a gay nephew can come to my room and massaged my sore body after that lonely and tiring drive before I fuck his ass.....Oh dear God, wow, from where is this kind of thinking cumming? I'm such a perverted stud, ughhhh I really can use a warm hole to breed,"

He laughed a bit hearing his own uncle speaking like that and the reflection captured all sorts of the depravity he enacted using his uncle's body, but then he stared at the mirror with a serious gaze

"But I think he's sleeping now, because if he's awake, he will be coming down the stairs upon hearing my voice just like last Christmas, or even last year's Fourth of July when he went by my cabin. Heck, I was so oblivious that the gay nerd has a crush on me all this time! That long hug everytime we met or we have to separate to our own way, the way he always wanted to be in my car with me everytime the whole families went out, that queer wanted me to fuck his ass bad! Well you know what, maybe I should then fulfill his wish, fuck showering, I'll make his ass come down to my room so I can fuck him here, this is the only room with soundproof wall after all,"

He grabbed his uncle's phone and took a couple selfie of the massive stud and Airdrop it to his phone before eventually ejecting himself out from the body. Upon returning to his own body, he quickly send a picture to Rick

"Spare a room for this stud and don't get out yet, he'll come by on the weekend. But first, he's been driving all the way to fuck some sweet ass of his nephew on Thanksgiving, so please stay there until this weekend,"

Happy Thanksgiving week, folks! Rather than scouring the stores for Black Friday promos, why not thank yourselves for surviving this year with a good body to possess, control or shapeshift into?

[carlsangel]

FREE TO FUCK

carl grimes x fem!reader

(you and carl have a hideout.)

tags: oral sex (f!receiving)

masterlist here!

There were a good couple times where you and Carl had gotten caught. There was an occasion where you were having your weekly morning sex and Rick walked in, also one time Eugene sort of interrupted Carl eating you out in a truck. It was like you guys couldn’t win. There was almost never a time where there wasn’t a risk of you guys getting caught or interrupted.

You guys thought it was fun for a while and then it got irritating, it felt like everyone was constantly in your business. So, you were on a hunt to find a solution. You thought maybe just reducing your time together to nights but that wasn’t really an option after learning that Rick never cared to knock. During the day wouldn’t be a huge issue, but for some reason it didn’t feel safe in Alexandria. To have sex there, that is.

It’s not like it felt safer in the woods, in fact that’s the opposite but you just wished you had a nice hideaway. Somewhere where you were free to fuck. But anyway that wasn’t your top priority.

One day, while walking to your date spot with Carl in the woods, you decided to take a longer walk and return back to the tree later when you were less energetic. So you walk further along the trail with you almost never do. You come across a small cabin that Carl doesn’t quite pay any mind to. “Woah…” You slow down your steps and turn towards it, causing him to stop as well. “Oh yeah I found that a while ago. Cleared it, nothing really useful.”

You look over at him and nod, looking between him and the cabin but an idea. You practically dragged him over and bursted through the door. He did clear it, but it was still a mess. There was random papers and books all over the floor, the bedding for the bed was halfway across the room and the couch was missing some cushions.

“You know if we fixed this up a bit more and brought stuff from home we could make this such a nice place to hang out.” You ramble as you look around each part of the cabin as to what you could bring or how you could fix some parts. Carl wasn’t really following. “But why?” He’d ask, standing in the middle of the cabin looking around it just thinking it’s a total dump.

“Carl imagine coming here when everyone’s home. All we have to say is that we’re going on a date in the woods and we can come here. Mess around, hang out with the possibility of no one bothering us.” It all started to click in his brain and he began to imagine every little thing you both could get up to while alone here. It also didn’t have to be so sexual, though. He imagined just sitting in the cabin quietly, reading comics or listening to music together on the bed just enjoying eachother’s company. The only thing that was missing was a bath you two could sit in.

Regardless, you both got to work. You got a car and loaded some stuff inside that you knew some people in Alexandria wouldn’t miss. Before you knew it, the cabin was ready. The bed was ten times nicer (you stole a comforter and such) there were bean bags and books around that you’d enjoy and it was a lot less cluttered. Very quiet with warm lighting (you also stole lanterns and candles) so it was quite cozy.

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One particular day, a day before a large trade fair would take place in Alexandria, it was insanely chaotic. You were yelled at multiple times by seven different authoritative figures and there was a bit of pressure when in all reality it wasn’t that serious. Afterwards you really needed to wind down, so you dragged Carl somewhere far away.

To your cabin.

There, you’d settle into your guys’ bed into the comfy blankets which you’d take the opportunity to rant about your shitty day. “Also Tammy had such an attitude with me for placing the fucking crate of apples on the floor instead of the wobbly ass table Eugene was trying to level. What was I supposed to do, let them topple all over him? It’s complete bullshit.”

He rubbed your shoulder while you talked. He loved hearing you speak, hell he loved hearing you make noise. Which gave him an idea. He slowly pulled away while you continued to speak, silently propping himself between your legs so he can tug down your shorts. You were aware but you just let it him because it was sort of like a routine. It was either him fingering you while you ranted or he ate you out. Today was an oral type of day.

He’d start with just plain kisses on your thighs, looking up at you from between your legs. You were still complaining. “Also when I went back to the moving truck to get a box out, my jacket snagged on the hook that holds the plastic thingies and- Carl that feels so good- and it fucking ripped the pocket off.” You explained, still quite irritated. Carl however was still focused on you. He’d gently run his tongue over the fabric of your underwear and once he felt your hips jerk slightly as he grazed over your clit, he pressed a kiss at the direct spot. Your sentences were interrupted by your soft moans which just made him smile a little.

“I dunno. Mmh-I felt like everyone was out to get me today.” You end your rant there and Carl slides your underwear to the side to press a kiss to your actual skin before starting it gently lap at it. One after another, you got more and more wet which allowed him to suck your clit quite easily. “Oh fuck.” He moaned at your words as he found a nice steady pace to rock his head at, the vibration of his voice doing wonders against your heat. He was doing everything in his power to make sure you weren’t quiet for a second. “This is a really good way to shut me up by the way.” You tell him between moans, he smiles against you and lifts his head up so he can talk to you.

Just the sight of him was absolutely beautiful. His lips were red, like always. Your slick was just all over his chin but he looked at you so perfectly. Like you were the only being to exist. “I’m just trying to relieve your stress.” You look down at him quite happily and wait for him to continue. “Also you taste good.” He tilts his head and he just looks so sweet. At least sweet enough for you to sort of giggle at before your laughter was interrupted by Carl prodding his tongue straight into your hole.

You respond fairly loud, you’re very grateful for the cabin otherwise it’d be very awkward if you were in the house. Anyway, he slid his tongue up and down your folds, his eyes shut as he moves his head in circular motions with his tongue flat against you. He practically nuzzled into your pussy, flicking his tongue in and out fairly rapidly.

“Tha-that’s perfect.” Literally every word and every moan that came out of your mouth made him feel absolutely amazing. He loved knowing he was doing good for you, that he was pleasing you. He strived to make you feel loved. He continued the movements with his tongue, but his hands moved up your body and under your shirt to pull your bra down, giving him access to massage your breasts while he worked on you with his mouth. You’d smile at the amount of pleasure he was giving you, sort of giggling at how great it was.

You couldn’t keep quiet, everything he was doing was absolutely perfect. As you got closer he just flicked his tongue quicker, sucking harder; he could tell you were close because you started to squirm a little bit. He slid his hands down from your chest to your thighs to hold you down. “Please don’t stop-” You’d clutch his hair in your hands, gently tugging it every time he hit a spot just right. Everything was just turning him on as well but he was so focused on you, he didn’t even think about himself. He just wanted you to cum.

He knew you were getting close but you were speechless, he’s just depending on your noises and how your body feels to determine when you’ve finished. Between harsh flicking of his tongue and the sloppy noises coming from your heat and his mouth, you were right on the edge. You prop yourself up on your hands to watch him. He was intensely focused. His eyes were shut and he was licking long stripes up your cunt. It all began to be too much.

It didn’t take much longer before you came all in his mouth.

You fell back on your elbows and Carl pulled away, looking at you shyly. “You’re so pretty.” He blushes a bit before fixing your underwear back, then your bra. “You are.” You reply, watching him get closer and settling in on top of you. Once you’re all back to normal he gently holds the sides of your face to press a kiss to your forehead in satisfaction. “Thank you.” You mumble into his neck.

“Feel better?”

“Way better.”

a/n: i feel like im so bad at writing smut LMFAO like this physically pained me to write bc >_< it’s so shit BUT ANYWAY i loved this little idea of having a little cabin with him i think it’s sweet. I HOPE U LOVE IT

tag list: @zomb-1-egutzz @lunarnightt @ilikestrawberriesandwomen @hiro--aoki @h00d-tr4sh @callsignwidow

[heavenlyfay3]

Sweet Like Sugar

Rick Grimes x reader

cw: smut, p in v, age gap, fingering

Rick was always so sweet to you he was the only one of your dad’s friends that you actually liked he never asked anything of you like the others did when they came to your house

the other two would always boss you around tell you to get them beers not ask basically demanding and of course your dad didn’t pay attention to it or care for that matter

Rick was different he didn’t ask or demand instead he told them to have some respect and he got up and got the beers himself he’d even apologize to you and sweeten you up by calling you that nickname that was only known by the two of you “Sugar”

He’d only call you that when no one was around when he'd ask you questions he didn’t actually care to get the answer too he just wanted to watch you to look at what he couldn’t have but craved so bad he wanted to look at the way your lips moved when you talked only for a second imagining them around his hard-on

not only are you too young you're his best friend's daughter although you’re an adult he’d still feel wrong about it but was he wrong was he really? Deep down you feel the same about him you’d hate to say it out loud but you wanted and craved him just as much as he did. you wanted to feel him inside you even if it was just his fingers

Not to mention that boyfriend of yours you only dated cause your friends kept asking when you'd get one and your parents liked him even though you didn't really he was an ok person but he wasn’t Rick. you'd never let him get farther than kissing you told him you were waiting till marriage really you just weren’t attracted to him

You were too busy thinking about Rick to find another guy attractive

no one noticed when he walked past you in the kitchen pressing his bulge against your ass and softly grabbing your hips to get to the fridge it was the hottest day of the year and your dad decided to have a barbecue of course Rick was invited and he needed a drink to cool down

no one noticed when it was just the two of you in the kitchen and he hugged you almost too tightly and almost for too long his strong arms wrapping around your frail body chest to chest his bulge pressing against your stomach his face in your neck taking your scent in for as long as he possibly could

no one noticed after you accidentally spilled lemonade on your cleavage and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up Rick followed you moments later you weren't expecting him to but you were hoping it was like he could read your mind or your body

"Mr.Grimes?" you called his name ever so sweetly but he hated it he hated when you called him that "Rick" sounded way better coming from those sugar-sweet lips of yours

"What did I tell you about that sugar?" he said with his eyes switching swiftly between your cleavage and your lips. he moved closer to you encasing your body between him and the bathroom sink

"m'sorry Rick i-i just got nervous when I saw you" You placed your hands on his arms that were on both sides of your hips and looked up at him with innocent eyes

"why have you been teasing me all day hhm sugar?" he asked looking for an actual answer Rick was a grown man he didn't like to be teased he liked it when his women said what they wanted so he could do exactly what they asked of him

in truth, you didn't actually mean to tease him although you did particularly pick a short sun dress that hadn't fit for years and that showed your tits in the best way you also bent down in front of him to get a beer from the cooler outside for your dad and you did look up at him with a sly smile biting your lip when he hugged you in the kitchen but you didn't mean to tease him right?

"you trying to frustrate me?....get my cock all hard for you and then do nothing bout it?"

"n-no sir i didn't mean to I swear I-" Before you could finish your sentence Rick slammed his lips against yours he was tired of talking he wanted you all day he was going to wait until everyone at the barbecue left to pretend to be a little too drunk to drive home and ask your dad if he could crash on the couch just to sneak up to your bedroom and have his way with you

He couldn't take it anymore if you were gonna be a tease he was gonna have you in the bathroom. As he kissed you one of his hands snaked around your hip and pulled you close the same way he did in the kitchen his other hand made its way to your thighs parting them for you to open your legs and give him access to your aching cunt

to his surprise, you weren't wearing panties. after the hug in the kitchen, they were soaked and you took them off upstairs in your bedroom you were gonna put on a new pair but you got distracted your mom called you back downstairs to help her with something

he felt heat coming from your needy cunt as you opened your legs for him and he stopped the kiss and looked into your eyes "No, panties Sugar?" he asked amused

you were embarrassed to admit he got you soaking wet without even touching you inappropriately just with his hands on your body "i- um th-they were too wet"

"oh really?" he asked as he palmed your pussy and rubbed the tip of his finger against your hole earning a gasp from your lips. you threw your head back as his hand started its attack on your clit using two fingers to rub it softly and slowly tease you just like you did him.

you'd never been touched like this by anyone but yourself even then you couldn't satisfy yourself to completion Rick's hands felt so much better than yours they were bigger, rougher and he definitely knew what he was doing "mhm Rick please i-i need more"

"More? you've never even had someone's hand on your pussy and you're asking for more?" he teased and teased you god did you regret doing it to him "please Rick" you begged

He took his time playing with your pussy going back to kiss you again as his finger slowly made its way to your hole stuffing it inside you thrusting you whined and whimpered even though you got more it wasnt enough you needed his cock

He inserted a second finger and curled them both as his other hand came up to your hip guiding you to sit on the bathroom counter and you did also putting your leg up giving him more access

you’re moans got louder as he used the position to rub your clit with his thumb and curl his two fingers inside you “oh god” you gripped his shoulders

“that’s my good girl soon you’ll be able to take my cock”

the two of you snapped out of the daze you were as you heard banging on the door luckily Rick locked it after following you “Y/n?….you okay you’ve been in there a while”

it was your boyfriend he had came at the worst possible time and Rick wasn’t letting up His fingers thrusting into your wet cunt earning a mix of a moan and gasp from you “i’m-i’m alright babe i’ll be out in a minute” “babe?” Rick mouthed at you he found it childish

“uh okay just come find me when your done okay?” your boyfriend said behind the door “yea okay” you made sure you heard his footsteps walk away before returning your attention to Rick and he was unbuckling his pants

The sight of his cock had you breathless you knew he was big but not this big it was about 9 inches veiny and thick there was no way you could take him

“Rick, holy shit” you said looking down at it “don’t make my ego bigger than it already is Sugar” you felt like he wasn’t taking you seriously he knew you were a virgin you told him even though you didn’t mean to you just blurted out one day

“why do you think i’ve been fingering you huh? i wouldn’t have wasted so much time if you weren’t a virgin”

“mhm okay j-just be gentle” Rick lined himself up to your hole and you gripped his shoulders tighter in their spot as he slowly pushed himself inside you taking a second with every inch. you took a breath as he did and ignored the pain as he grabbed your jaw and placed sweet kisses all over your face whispering that it was gonna be okay that it was gonna feel good soon

and it did he saw how your scrunched eyebrows relaxed and how the hands gripping his shoulders started to let go and move down his arms he started thrusting into your sopping wet cunt the sounds it made filling the bathroom

“Fuck” you moaned out he grabbed your hips as he slammed his hard cock into your hole over and over again every fascination every late night thinking about you with his hand around his shaft nothing could compare to the real thing

“that’s it baby, just like that” he said praising you as you moaned and whimpered you were getting too loud and you hadn’t even noticed he moved a hand from your hip to cover your mouth

“listen to you, you’re so needy whining like that around my cock you’ve been begging for this haven’t you?”

you could barely hear Rick you were too focused on the way he was making you feel him finally fucking you like you’ve wanted for so long it was so much better than you imagined you were too focused on the way he was holding your lips as he attacked your pussy now all red and swollen

Your slutty moans echoing in the bathroom, Rick prayed that no one would hear how he was good he was fucking you. “come here, Sugar” he said as he wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped his around your body pulling you into a hug as his thrusts got sloppy and deeper thrusting up into you he was so close but he didn’t want to cum before you

you held Rick tight and moaned in his ear telling him you loved him as your legs started to shake and your mind went blank

a/n:this was not supposed to be as long as it is i honestly didn’t even plan on writing it..it literally came out of nowhere i was gonna start punishment or pleasure pt2 but i obviously got distracted

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Guys I’m thinking about Rick and Daryl fighting, like Daryl is definitely a professional little brother and spends all day wrecking havoc upon Rick (and maybe a few others)

also I know Daryl is a hardcore hair puller. In the bed and in fights. When he and Merle would fight, it was like a second nature for his hands to latch onto to curly hair, yanking the strands and on one occasion knocking his head into a wall

me when rickyl but also brotherhood

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On the outside, Daryl Dixon was quiet, dark, and mysterious. He was a dusty book that had been closed and locked tight for decades, never opening up no matter who or what tried to pry. Most people would think that he was just one of the ones that never expressed any type of concern or emotion, but really, Daryl’s just a silent person. Until someone he knows pops into the picture.

“Get tha’ fuck off me! Get tha’ fuck off of me!” His voice rang out through the community alongside side Dogs chaotic barking.

People rushed out of their homes at what they thought were very distressed cries, Carol’s bow loaded and almost aimmed as he stepped out onto hers, only frowning deeply when she saw what all the ruckus was.

Daryl and Rick were wrestling in the dirt, the huntersman pinned down underneath the officer in a very uncomfortable looking position. Dog was barking at the two of them, tail wagging in the air as he stood in a playful position, standing over his defeated owner.

“Blah blah blah. You’re just a sore fucking loser” Rick laughed at him, pointing a finger in Daryl’s face, and pulling it away when his sharp teeth clamped down. “Gon’ make mah dog eat you alive” The man grumbled and squirmed.

“Gonna make the walkers eat you both alive” You sighed from where you had approached behind Rick, Dog now eagerly lapping and jumping around you as you too stood over your defeated hunter. “Seriously?” You shook your head and pushed Rick off the man, watching the way he dramatically fell over. “He started it! I was bein’ nice” Daryl frowns, and so does Rick, sitting up to face Daryl who had childishly wrapped himself around your leg. “Nuh uh, no! This asshole tried sticking mud down my pants!” Daryl cackled at the sentence and you knew he was gulity.

“You two are grown ass men” You huffed, shaking your leg slightly only for Daryl’s to tighten his grip. Absolutely wonderful.

“He needs to be put in time out” Rick grumbled, and you wondered if you were getting paid for this. “Time out?”

“Time out?” Carol approached, bow and arrow no longer in hand.

Daryl pointed at Rick, while Rick pointed at him, both men staring daggers at each other. “Him! He fucking started this!”

You share a look with Carol as the men bicker, and it’s quite funny untill you feel a sudden emptiness at your leg, and Daryl is hurling a ball of mud at Rick, who unfortunately catches it with his face. “Now I can really call ya ‘shitface grimes’” Daryl laughed as he climbed to his feet, standing behind you as Rick wiped his eyes clear, immediately locking them on his target.

Daryl doesn’t wanna admit that he didn’t think Rick would just go right around you, yelling when the officer took a swipe at him. “Stop it yew shit eater!” Daryl ran away with Rick hot on his heels, Dog sprinting right alongside them and barking excitedly.

“Can you imagine a small mini version of all that?” You shake your head, smiling softly at Carol. “You have got quite the character on your hands. Clinging to your leg? He must love you” You laughed, peering up the street where they had run off too, a cloud of dirt forming as they tussled, and from Daryl’s very loud screams he was probably getting what he deserved. “Dealing with him? He better love me” You scoff, knowing that your giant manchild loves you more than life itself.

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Each press of the cotton to his skin makes him hiss, and he winces at the burning sting of alcohol. “No more fights” You frown softly, tilting Daryl’s head as you cleaned his wounds, gingerly placing bandaids over them. “But he-“ “Yes I know he started it, he also finished it” Daryl pouts, legs swinging off the countertop. You stick a bandage over his nose, and kiss his forehead. “All better. I want you in this house before it’s too dark, okay?” Daryl drops onto his feet, and plants a quick but eager kiss on your lips. “Yes mama” He tosses over his shoulder as he snatches his crossbow off the floor, barreling out the door with Dog. You watched them go, a smile tugging your lips. It faded at the sound of a Rick’s high pitched scream.

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looks around because I dont know what happened and because I really like childish Daryl now and wanna write more

[sugawhaaa]

💜GAON SMUT HEADCANONS💜

Sex with Gaon would...

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, oral (f/m rec), fingering, shower sex, bdsm, sex toys

Pairing:: switch!Gaon x switch!fem!reader

A/N::my goal for this fanfic is specifically 97 notes...idk why but my brain it telling me that's the one

Xh masterlist:: 🎀

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Feel like

☆-Gaon's touch can be rough and desperate or sometimes gentle and thorough. Jiseok's love for you shows through touch but it changes consistently with the situation.

☆-after touring or a few days apart Jiseok gets clinging as hell. As soon as he gets through the doorway his fingers are tangled in your hair, groping your skin, and grazing over your androgynous zones.

☆-Jiseok likes making sex last for hours, frankly, because he thinks it's something worth cherishing, so by the end of it your body is buzzing and twitching

☆-He is a TEASE so you'll be getting edged and/or overstimulated a lot

☆-he's a big fan of both fingering and giving oral. His fingers and hands are strong and flexible due to his guitarist talent. This also makes his fingers really fast...

☆-as for oral his tongue is just perfectly molded and his lips give him a bonus strength in making you cum

☆-Gaon loves your curves so he likes to grab you by the hips or waist to accentuate your body for both himself and you if you're watching

☆-adding onto the tease note, he likes to restrain you a lot. Tie up your wrists, fasten a vibrator to your clit, fasten your ankles, pretty much anything that limits your movements is his game.

Sound like

☆-sex with Jiseok will sound very different depending on a lot of different factors. Sometimes he likes to fuck you in public settings which would result in trying to be quiet, sometimes he likes to show the whole world how good he makes you feel and lets you scream your heart out.

☆-Jiseok likes a very odd sound during sex, the sound of you gripping the sheets. There are some nights in the dorms where you just have to be quiet and so you do, keeping your moans to a minimum, but due to the quietness, you can distinctly hear the sound of your pussy clinging to his cock and the sheets ruffling.

☆-he's the type of guy to pat your ass, not smack, but pat. Either to bring you back down to reality when he asks you questions or to reward you for doing a good job.

☆-lot's of surprised gasps when you're with this man. You'll be surprised how many tricks his guitarist fingers know.

☆-This may be a stretch but I think Gaon is the type of man to groan and grunt more than anything when he's fucking someone. When getting his cock played with, that's different, but when actually penetrating he'd mainly let out little grunts.

☆-the sound of a vibrator and his devilish, cocky, chuckles. He's a huge tease with vibrators so hearing that buzz, that matches the one in your head, is not uncommon.

☆-as I mentioned in the feelings section he is a TEASE so lots of whining, whimpering, and begging from you is not uncommon

Look like

☆-wet, sticky, hot sex. That's what Jiseok is all about and this falls over into how he looks during sex.

☆-I can see him really enjoying specifically shower sex so seeing him dripping wet is not an unfamiliar sight

☆-however most of the time when he's wet it's from his own sweat and/or spit. I imagine Gaon to get sweaty easily while having sex, especially around his neck, chest, and face. His soaked jawline is 😍 and the way his hair clings to it and the rest of his face.

☆-I can vividly picture his lips ghosting over your neck and upper chest while rutting into you. He does the same when he's fucking you from behind but he finds that sensitive spot between your shoulder blades and tease that one spot

☆-Gaon can be anywhere with you, below, above, beside, in between your legs, he's happy being anywhere near you as long as you're moaning, but a sight you'll see often is your legs up on his shoulders. This happens either when he is fucking you, originally in missionary, or when eating you out

☆-Jiseok makes sure to always make eye contact when eating you out. He has to make eye contact at least twice, if not more, every time.

☆-I can see Jiseok liking the idea of blindfolding you so sometimes you may not even see anything 🤭

Taste like

☆-Jiseok's lips were made to eat out or be made out with, that isn't even a fact to debate.

☆-He lowkey loves it when you wear vibrant lipstick that leaves your lip print on his lips and body <3

☆-He's the type of guy that'd be into trying the mint method, aka having a really strong breath mint before eating you out. It creates a warm, tingly and sometimes burning feeling but Gaon's the type of freak to be into that

☆-On the contrary he'd be into giving you some Flintts before giving him a blow job (for those who don't know Flintts is a type of mint that makes your mouth profusely water)

☆-hear me out...cum bubbles...

☆-When receiving blow jobs Jiseok really doesn't mind how you do it. Deep throat, sucking hard, using your hand, he seriously doesn't mind as long as you make a mess

☆-On the topic of mess, he loves loves loves to cum on your face and/or give you facials. Something about it is so lewd to him.

[ma1dita]

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okay I dont wanna seem annoying but it's 10:53pm and the ideas r coming in but I already sent an ask in so do whichever u want first 😭

bf!Luke when he's sick headcanons? (can be in an au where they're js normal ppl or can be them at camp, your choice !! 🫶🏼

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a/n: LIVVVVV i truly believe that if this man was sick with an SO that would take care of him he would be the biggest bitch alive just because he can

at camp:

it starts with a sniffle, luke trying to be oh so brave about it until he can’t ignore the sneezes that sound like they could shake the earth and all of cabin 11 (if you think those kids barely got sleep in general, you should see them get mad at luke’s dumbass going ACHOO for the 47th time that night)

so they rightfully complain to you to go get your man and drag his ass to the infirmary, because the cabin counselor he is loves taking care of others but throws a fit when they tell him to get checked out by the apollo kids talking bout “i don’t get sick, i’m too cool to get sick! heroes don’t get—”

yeah so he has the flu

one stern look from you sends him packing towards the infirmary, dragging his feet in the dirt and complaining the whole way

he puts up a fight the whole time, swatting the healer’s hands away to the point they want to tie him to the bed, and luke doesn’t like not winning

“luke just listen to the fucking healer and you’ll be out of here faster.” “bedrest! they want me to be strapped down here forever, babe, you know i don’t like not moving for that long! though if you were the one tying me down…” *sniffles innocently*

a cold towel smacks him in the face

you end up nursing his nasty germ-riddled ass back to health in a corner of the infirmary that you have to make your own for the next week and a half. 

but if you ask him, he felt fine after a few days—he just likes being taken care of by you

im bored lets do modern hcs too:

in this universe he’s still a little shit but at least you two live together in a cute little city apartment

luke’s laid out on the couch wrapped up in some of your coziest throw blankets as he scrolls through old reruns of friends, laughing at chandler’s humor because i imagine it to be a lot like his own (of course, if rick let him be funny instead of traumatized and an antagonist)

you’re making chicken noodle soup in the kitchen and the smell wafts through the air of your apartment even if he’s so congested his voice sounds funny when he talks

i think you guys would have two cats, brother and sister—absolute menaces, pouncing on him in turns trying to resuscitate their dad from his lifeless form on the couch to throw their little mouse toy around

that or a really big senior dog who sleeps at his feet and turns its head every time luke makes a funny noise

oh he’s still annoying in this one trust—you gave him a little silver dinner bell to ring if he needs you since you’re working from home in the other room but the problem is this man always needs you

ring. “babe!’ ring. “baby!” ring ring. “love of my life, absolute goddess among—*wheeze* humans, can you come here a second?”

“what’s up, honey?” “oh i just needed to see your pretty face. feeling better already!” 

you toss a pillow at his head and get back to your meeting.

when it’s over though, you join him in his little blanket fortress and he lays on your chest, sniffling and smiling as he pulls you into a kiss and thanking you for existing

you get sick after but it’s worth it. sort of like payback

[hxltic]

Imagine being the anonymous girl Suna gets absolutely infatuated with at a friend’s party.

🎶 BLAME IT (CLUB MIX)- JAMIE FOXX (FEAT. T-PAIN)

🎶 NEW FLAME- CHRIS BROWN (FEAT. USHER & RICK ROSS)

YOU

He’s sitting comfortably on the couch amongst a group of other guys when you walk in. He doesn’t spot you yet since you direct yourself to the kitchen. Once you return with a drink in your hand, something light and fruity, it’s easy to locate who the coordinator of the party is, considering the entire living room revolves around their friend group and whatever game was on the TV.

Yeah the rest of them were attractive, you observe, but they clearly knew it, talking all loud and sending not-so-subtle flirts to the slightly tipsy girls around them.

Except him. He sat with his arm thrown over the back pillows, other hand grasping the solo cup as the music blares.

His dark brown hair falls over his low eyes, and it looks like he hasn’t said a single word— only sending small nods and lifting his lip the slightest bit into a smile every now and then.

Your thigh-high boots imperceptibly clack on the wood floor with your entrance, but the man’s eyes tell you he hears it. He’s sharp to his senses, making no question there isn’t alcohol in his system.

•———•

SUNA

His friends aren’t discussing anything in particular, just enjoying themselves, some even too much. Nobody was really watching the game anyway.

“Sunarin, ‘yer quiet today,” Atsumu turns to check up on him. He’s not as drunk as he usually gets around this time of night, so his intentions are good.

Aran retorts, “He’s always quiet,” shooting a quick message and taking another swig of his drink.

“Not really. He gets worse than me sometimes.”

This causes Suna to lift his back from the cushion of the couch to defend himself, inducing a hearty laugh from Atsumu (that would laugh at anything this intoxicated).

“Woah woah, let’s not go that far; I’ve seen you butt-ass naked on several unwarranted occasions.”

Atsumu shrugs and Suna rests his case, returning to his previous position, shaking his head at the audacity of the accusation, and bringing the cup to his lips. He resumes what he does best: watching.

It was a good sized party, and usually he knows who will show up, but when he heard you and felt the unknown presence, he knew he hadn’t ever seen you before. If he had, he wouldn’t have to stare as long as he did.

The boots accentuated your legs, stopping at your mid thigh and leaving about two inches of space between that and your tight leather skirt. The material was clinging to your skin in a desperate attempt to cover what it’s supposed to.

Your thighs were big even under the ruched fabric as well. Were you an athlete? Why hadn’t he seen you on campus?

Suna went to take another sip, but this time, the cup lingered at his mouth for a larger amount of time. As he trailed his eyes up your body, admiring the dip of your breasts into the low-cut, long sleeve shirt that was perfect for the cooler seasons in comparison to the bras and single strands of clothes he’s seen, all he’s thinking about is the best way to throw those long legs over his shoulders and which way to flick his tongue to make your hips twist. In fact, they sway back and forth when you walk.

Your plush lips reach the cup in your own hand as you sit on the smaller accent couch to the left of him. The thighs he loves must multiply when you cross your legs one over the other and they smash together, but Suna never even knew legs were a turn-on until he saw you.

Little did he know, the most sober of his friends followed his eyes.

He leans in close, “Fuck, look at that. An absolute dime if I’ve ever seen one.”

Suna ignores him, humming half-assedly in response— but if he had known he would take it as encouragement, he wouldn’t have done anything at all.

“Hold on.”

He rises from his seat, stalking over to you. The brunette watches the whole thing unfold. A classic.

He holds a hand out in hopes you’ll take it. You do.

He uses the opportunity to take a seat and ask you about your day or where you’re from. You answer.

He brushes your hair behind your ear, because it usually works.

Of course the irritation bubbles in his stomach, but it dies down as quickly as it came. Because he notices things his friend doesn’t.

Your shoulders are tense. Your smile doesn’t even reach the one you walked in with. The leg underneath the top one bounces. And the whole time, you were looking directly at Suna.

A shameless, intrigued stare the two of you shared. The conversation with the man beside you couldn’t have been interesting enough to engage in, but you probably would have felt bad, so you giggle fakely at him every now and then and nod your head. He raises your hand (that he never let go) and brings it to his lips.

Suna’s pride swells when you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you gaze through eyes that haven’t fell from you since you walked in. With one last sip of his drink, Suna tests you, placing the empty cup on the coffee table in front of him while simultaneously grabbing his phone off it. This darts your eyes away and they trail along his movements, negating any doubts he possessed.

Suna smiles one last time and comes to his feet. If you were feeling anything like he was, you would follow behind him.

•———•

YOU

“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” You smile at the man before you sweetly. Poor thing, you don’t even remember his name.

Coincidently, he points the direction the mysterious guy went, asking if he needed to lead you there. Your hand pats lightly on his as you tell him it’s okay.

You clench the bag between your fingers and dodge through the crowd of people, only barely being able to keep the head of brown hair in your view. He didn’t even look back.

Finally, he opens the sliding door to the backyard and turns the corner. Of course, you follow.

It’s a little chilly even with only a few inches of your body out when you push the glass to the right, then turn around and close it behind yourself. You observe your surroundings: surprisingly taken care of grass with fallen leaves scattered around, a grill on the pavement, a fence going around the area. The only thing it’s missing are some lounge chairs.

“If I didn’t know any better,” you turn your head to the voice in the dark of night as he approaches you leisurely, “I’d say you were following me.”

His lip lifts upwards once reveals himself under the patio light. He doesn’t stop until he’s less than a foot from you, taller than you’d imagine him sitting down and even more overwhelming when you’re alone.

You retort, making sure to cross your arms and tilt your head just as he did his, “Oh come on. You mean to tell me you didn’t plan this?”

His eyes flicker to your arms, then your chest.

You remind him, “My eyes are up here.”

This catches his attention, eventually morphing his smile into a downturned one. Then he’s moving again, pushing his arms back, shrugging the jacket off, and reaching around your body to throw it over your shoulders.

It was then you realized. You had falsely accused him of thinking about something he shouldn’t have been thinking about.

•———•

SUNA

He was definitely thinking about something he shouldn’t have been thinking about.

He should have never looked down.

The hanging gold jewelry rested just before the divot of your breasts. It was then he noticed the bumps prickling at your skin that signify your temperature, but even though there was good intent, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about other things that would rest perfectly between them. His hand, the growing tent in his black jeans, perhaps.

Your cheeks flush red at the gesture, and the embarrassment reveals itself in the lightness of your voice when you tell him thank you. You press your arms through the jacket and leave it unzipped.

“You can’t get embarrassed on me now.” Suna brings his finger to pinch under your chin. He brushes away the hair in your face from the cool breeze, making you close your eyes as a reflex, then stuffs the hand in his pocket. “Saw the way you were looking.”

And maybe he should have kept the hair there. And maybe he should have stayed in his seat. Because now when your eyes flutter open as he looks down at you, closer, willfully giving him control, he sinks in orbs that could easily end a man. They swam with want, still managing to be big and deer-like even with the desire lurking behind them. The only way he knew it was there was by the way you wouldn’t look back at his own eyes, but his lips.

“You were too.” Your voice floats through his ears, and you finally catch his gaze, but you can’t pick an eye to look in. His thumb comes to prod at your fluffy lip.

“You walk in like that and expect me not to? Look at you.”

He taps your hip with a finger, then nudges you around so your back is to his front. Your fingers gather the hair between you two and pull it to the side.

He presses up close, making sure his breath fans on your neck and his hands are gliding up your body. From this high angle he could really admire all of your chest that was on display for him, even as he was pressing light kisses just under your ear. They were warmth in the cold.

His fingers roll over your shoulders that are covered by his jacket. “In this dark, green shirt that matches your skin perfectly.”

“Yeah?” You smile. The last thing you thought he’d say is something you were contemplating while getting dressed. You’re quite glad you didn’t pick the baby blue dress.

“Yeah.” He sighs back. His touch creeps downwards, to your upper back, then under your arms and to the side of both your mounds. He doesn’t squeeze them together, but gently rolls his hands around the front. “Paired with your great posture, so your tits sit pretty.”

You release a satisfied humming sound that stills in the air. When he’s done feeling there, he slides down to your hips, rubbing circles into your back with his thumb using one hand, and the other lining the waistband of the leather skirt.

“And this little skirt that leaves little to imagination.” His voice gets impossibly lower when he says this one, reverberating through your core.

Before you can fall too deep into his complements, you quickly turn yourself around and rebut in the best way you know how to. Aggression.

“Is that all? Or do you want to flatter me some more?” You giggle, gripping onto his hands giddily. You have to stand on tiptoes to reach his lips.

“I can go all day.”

You try to ignore the innuendo and instead focus on the softness of his touch. The cold reddens his cheeks, softening his otherwise sharp features.

“What happened to ‘hello?’ Or ‘My name is?’”

He chuckles, and it’s a more than fulfilling sound. “I think you forget the part where you followed me out here. What if I was a murderer?”

“You wanted me to.”

“I did.”

“And you aren’t a murderer.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You would have killed me by now!”

He shakes his head, “Nah, I would’ve kept you around. Too pretty to die like that.”

You shine a bright smile at him and it’s like his world stops. Your face is all red from the complements or the cold, he doesn’t know, but even just holding onto you while you joke outside is enough for him.

“Hello, my name is Suna. Rintarō.”

“Suna.” You parrot. He tightens his grip on your hands. “What?”

“It sounds better when you say it.”

You decide to try and press his buttons like he’s done you so far. “It’ll sound even better if I’m screaming it, Rintarō.”

You almost trip with how suddenly he tugs you to his body by your hands, making sure to catch you as he was sure you’d stumble. One hand is firm on your waist while the other is at your nape to crane your neck up to him. Like a switch flips.

“I can arrange that,” he groans into your lips, then he passionately connects them while pulling you closer to him.

(He never got your number and only did once he attended every party after that)

[catt-leya]

Need a rick Grimes anal smut like could u imagine letting this man put it in there like I know he's thick as well imagine it's Ur first time and it hurts a little but knowing he's getting so much pleasure from it ugh 🤤🤣like he gets off on u being so vulnerable haha anyways-

Trust || Rick Grimes 18+

Hey sweethearts 👉🏼👈🏼 it's my first time writing something like this and most of the time I didn't know what I was doing 👉🏼👈🏼💗 Gosh I don't remember the last time I was so freaking insecure about posting something...but yeah here it is 🥴💗

Warnings: anal sex, praise kink and my usual smutty stuff

"Darling?", Rick deep voice enters your ear from your bedroom and you call out, "Yes?"

You slide the brush through your still-damp hair and step into the doorway to take a look at your boyfriend.

Rick is leaning against the headboard of the bed with his hands clasped behind his head, "I'd like to ask you something."

His upper arms bulge and tighten his shirt as he moves a little and you mumble distractedly, "Yeah, sure. Hang on a sec. I'll be right there."

With one last glance at Rick, you turn and blow out the candle before setting your brush down next to the sink and stepping into the bedroom, smiling.

Swinging, you drop onto your bed and pull your knees up to your chest, "So?"

Rick drops his arms and your eyes dart over his heavy curls that fall low on his face. Without thinking, you reach out and brush it from his gorgeous blue eyes, then placing your hand on his beard-covered cheek and gently tugging at his gray hair, "What do you want to ask me?"

Calculating, he looks at you, thinking about how to phrase his question so as not to scare you off. Not that you're scared and insecure, but he knows that the question he wants to ask you would make you cringe. He just knows it.

So he reaches out and pulls you closer until you're kneeling beside him and he doesn't take his eyes off you, "I want you to do something for me."

Irritated, you furrow your eyebrows and rest your hand flat on his stomach, "Okay? And what do you want me to do for you?"

Gently tugging at the fabric of his shirt, he slides a hand to your hip as his eyes flash, "Would you let me take you from behind?"

Astonished by his question, you shrug, "Yeah? Why not?"

It's not like Rick hasn't pushed you across a table to fuck you from behind before. It's nothing special, per se, and especially nothing he'd have to explicitly ask you to do beforehand.

His hand slides from your hip to your ass and he squeezes, "Not the way you think, darling."

Rick can tell by your face when it clicks in your head and you understand what he's getting at.

Your pretty face flushes red and you mumble, "Is that what you want?"

"Hmhm," his body vibrates under your palm and you wince.

Actually, you shouldn't be surprised that he asked you. 

Most of all, you should have expected it.

Never would he do anything without your consent, but every once in a while, as he bent you over the kitchen counter and fucked you dumb until your hips bruised from his hard thrusts, he would press his thumb very gently against your second entrace and yes, with the squeeze on both sides, you had the orgasm of your life every time. But he never brought it up to you and you always skirted the issue too. 

Until now.

Just the thought of you so vulnerably sticking your butt up in the air to get fucked in the ass and shaking with fear that it would hurt turns him on. 

So much so that his pupils grow huge and you look into his dark eyes as you ask uncertainly, "Now?"

He lowers his eyes to your lips, "Yes, darling. Now."

You're really not averse to all of this, and you know that Rick would never intentionally hurt you so much that you couldn't take it. 

But even with that guy who took your virginity in the backseat at your school, you were incredibly insecure and scared, as you are now, as you close your fist around his shirt and breathe in a shaky voice, "Okay."

Slowly, he straightens up a little until he's close to your plump lips and whispers, "You trust me, right?"

You nod and he hums, "Then trust me to take care of you and to stop when you don't want to anymore."

Again you nod and he connects his lips with yours.

His kiss is gentle and comforting, even as he pushes you down onto the mattress by the shoulder and slides over you, careful not to smother you with his significantly larger body.

Rick's gray beard, which has grown a bit longer than he would normally wear it, scrapes across your soft cheek and he breaks away from your lips to place small kisses on your jaw, running his hands along the sides of your body, "My pretty girl. Will you spread your legs for me?"

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he pushes your legs further apart with his hips and his head wandering lower.

Your breath stops for a moment as he pushes up your sleep shirt, which is actually his, and spreads wet kisses around your belly button.

A soft whimper escapes your lips, "Rick..." as your legs start to shake from him being so close, already clenching greedily.

"Yes, darling?", usually Rick is more the rough and harsh type but today even his voice is soft as velvet and you squirm as he presses his thumb against the fabric of your panties covering your dampening pussy.

You don't even know what exactly you were going to say as he presses your clit through the fabric and you moan, pressing your head into the pillows.

Rick is good at everything he does and he even excels at sex. It's like he's made it his personal mission to make you cum as often as he can, and if you're honest, just looking down is almost enough to make you cum for him.

The way he kneels between your legs and the curls you brushed out of his face earlier are hanging back in front of his eyes…

He licks his lips as he looks down at your wet pussy, "Take it off, darling."

His southern drawl becomes heavier and you reach for the waistband of your panties with clammy hands.

Somewhat awkwardly, you kick your panties to the side and immediately Rick lowers his head between your legs.

At first it's just his breath hitting your twitching cunt, but still you whimper softly and he purrs, "Such a good girl. You just lie there and be pretty for me. That's all you want, right? To be pretty for me and take what I give you."

Your eyes are glued to his curly head, and when he kisses the inside of your thigh, you gasp, "Yes."

You realize he doesn't mean it, but the way he talks to you in bed turns you on so much that you cry out softly when then too his lips are on your soaking cunt and he licks over it from bottom to top.

Your clit throbs and you reach for his hair, but he pulls his head away from you and straightens up, "Turn around."

The heart in your chest stops for a moment before you obey his command and turn onto your stomach.

His callused fingers grab your hips and he pulls you to your knees so he has your ass right in front of his cock and your whole body tenses.

Rick feels your tense muscles and gently squeezes your hip, "Darling, relax. It's all good."

It's a strange mixture of arousal and fear, being so vulnerable and practically defenseless, that you flinch violently as he slides his hand between your legs and plays lightly on your pussy.

Actually, you kind of expected him to get right down to business, but instead he presses his finger into your wet cunt and you moan hoarsely.

"You're so wet, you're just going to start dripping because I'm going to plug your other hole," his voice is an octave lower and you push your ass harder towards him so he pushes a second finger inside you.

His second finger slides effortlessly inside you and you whimper his name.

You remember very clearly how it felt the first time Rick fucked you. 

It was messy and wild. 

Completely driven by desire as you narrowly escaped a herd.

Even now you know how the bark of the tree he pressed you against felt on your back. 

It was so incredibly rough and now Rick strokes his palm over that very spot, pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy to let them slide to his real target.

At first you are far too distracted by the loss of his fingers in your quivering cunt that you barely have time to tense up again when he is already pressing his wet finger into you with gentle pressure.

You tear your eyes open and want to sit up out of reflex. 

It feels so incredibly unfamiliar and strange, but immediately he grabs your neck and presses your face back into the pillows, "Stay down. Just trust me and if you don't want to anymore, tell me, okay?"

A soft cry is your agreement and you squint your eyes.

Even though it's so unfamiliar, it feels damn good and you start to relax, making Rick growl hoarsely, "Such a pretty girl. Taking my finger so well."

Moaning, you press up against him and he has to pull himself together to keep his rock hard cock from pulling out and fucking your ass immediately.

He can literally feel how excited and scared you are and fuck maybe it's wrong that this turns him on.

Your pussy twitches with every thrust of his finger and he does not even know where to look.

Your ass, which rises high or your cunt, which shines wet and the juice that runs from you down your thighs, or yet your gorgeous face that is already red with excitement.

He takes a deep breath before he pulls himself together, "Are you all right, darling?"

"Yes, Rick," your voice is so soft that his cock immediately twitches again and he moans, "Second finger?"

You nod, and he does it.

The stretch is stronger this time and you wince. 

Normally you would have lube, but today your juices between your legs will have to do.

You reach for the sheets beneath you and whimper, "Rick...I..." Your voice fails and he grunts as your little body trembles again. Fuck are you hot.

With circular motions, he continues to work his way until you're kneeling before him, whimpering with arousal.

"Is it okay, darling?"

You can barely think straight and gasp, "I'm fine."

"Hmhm," he releases his hand from your neck and reaches for his pants to pull out his thick cock and you murmur quietly, "Rick, you're big, I don't...you know."

You're not wrong. 

He's actually not badly hung, and your pussy is almost too tight to squeeze inside you at times. 

But he wants it so much that he growls, "I’ll make it fit."

His cock twitches expectantly as he spits and rubs his hand over his cock before positioning himself in front of your entrance and putting a hand on your hip so you can't slide away from him.

You bite down hard on your bottom lip as he pushes the tip of his cock into you, stretching you like you could never have imagined.

It hurts. 

Not very much, but you notice him slowly but steadily fighting resistance to be inside you, and when you hear his panting breath, you have to groan yourself.

Rick always struggles with his self-control when he's fucking you, but the sounds he's making right now as he sinks his cock completely inside you and his balls bump against your swollen cunt is the best thing you've ever heard.

His body falls forward and he just barely catches himself with his hands before he could bury you under him, "Darling..." His voice breaks and your pussy clenches.

Oh god, the feeling of having him inside you like this is intense and pleases you. Maybe even more than is good for you.

Rick doesn't move an inch and brings out, "You good?" in a clenched voice, and you gasp, "Move."

Heavily, he straightens back up and puts an arm around you again to play with your pussy as he moves as slowly as he can inside you.

The thrusts aren't necessarily, what makes you moan so much, but the twitching and squirming of Rick's cock in your ass.

He can feel you getting looser around him, rubbing against him to get more.

"That's my good girl. Give me what I want and don't complain," a jolt goes through your body and Rick pinches your clit.

Your pussy and ass are on fire and you howl pitifully, "More."

His free hand slides back to your neck, where he grabs you tightly and thrusts harder into your little body. 

Harder than he should dare, but you just moan comfortably and he's so brave and slides his fingers into your pussy too, "Guess I'll fill both holes after all, huh?"

Pathetically you nod and clench around his fingers, which makes his cock twitch and he knows you're close to cumming.

Hectically rubbing your puffy clit, he growls, "Come on, darling. Come with both holes full of me."

His rough and bossy words, make you cry out and push your ass hard against him one last time. 

So hard that his balls slap against your throbbing pussy and you spasm so hard that Rick's grip on your neck becomes almost unbearable and he collapses over your back as he grunts and whimpers, yes whimpers, as he cums inside you.

For quite a while it just stays silent and all you can hear is your heavy and rapid breathing.

Only when Rick carefully pulls out of you do you dare to open your eyes and look straight into his face as he rolls next to you.

Deep satisfaction decorates his face and you bite your lower lip, "Did you like it?"

Grinning, he pulls your weak body against his chest, "Darling, you're amazing."

You blush and bury your face in his chest, "Stop it."

"I'm serious. Not just about the sex. You're the best thing that could ever happen to me," Rick kisses the top of your head, "I love you."

Your body already hurts and you know tomorrow will definitely not be a walk in the park, but you giggle against his chest anyway, "I love you too Rick and we can do this more often."

"I knew you'd like it," his voice is teasing and you close your eyes with a grin. 

He knows you.

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[impala-dreamer]

Hell To Pay

A Story from The Walking Dead Universe

~It's hard to control your jealousy, especially when he's half drunk on beer and Lori...~

Shane Walsh x F!Reader, Rick and Lori Grimes

2,950 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Rough Sex, Choking, Slapping, Forced Deep Throat, Bruising, Spanking, Biting, Really just rough sex. 

A/N: written for @because-imma-lady-assface ;)

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The night was hotter than hell and more humid than the Amazon. Even inside the air-conditioned bar, they were suffering from the Georgian summer. The guys wiped their foreheads with handkerchiefs that hung like colorful flags from their back pockets, and the girls glistened like strippers on the pole.

Y/N couldn't help but notice how much Lori was glowing, nor how invested Shane seemed to be in watching the sweat drip down her tiny, delicate throat. He was near to staring, practically drooling as the moisture beaded on her decolletage and slid between her cleavage. Her green tank top was thin and silken, leaving little to the imagination, especially when damp.

For a moment, Y/N hated her. Sure, they were close, but seeing her boyfriend transfixed by Lori's big eyes and milky skin drove Y/N just a little bit crazy. The way Lori seemed to throw an extra smile his way now and then made her want to scream.

Feeling neglected and wronged, Y/N slumped down in her chair, issuing a heavy sigh that was lost to the noisy bar.

Rick noticed her sullen attitude and bent his lips her way. “Not havin’ any fun tonight?”

His whisper was discreet and not at all dangerous. He was sweet and loyal; nothing like Shane.

“Depends on what you mean by fun,” she replied, eyes stuck on Shane who was stuck on Lori.

Rick followed her gaze and laughed under his breath. “Ah, don't read too much into it. They're just relaxin’.”

“Relaxin’ their morals maybe,” she snapped back.

Beer in hand, Rick sat back and crossed his arms. He tapped the brown bottle with his wedding ring as he observed the flirting duo across the table. Shane was gradually moving closer to Lori and her cheeks blushed brighter by the second.

Y/N cocked a brow and snatched her beer from the table. “Ya see? Flirting right in front of us like we ain't even here.”

He nodded but was far from concerned. “Trust me,” he whispered with a laugh, “Those two? Would never happen.”

Y/N frowned and shook her head. “I still don't like it.”

Finally noticing the daggers being forced into his neck, Shane looked over at Y/N and narrowed his eyes at her.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Y/N sucked her teeth. “Nothin’.”

His jaw twitched. His eyes darkened, annoyed by her attitude. Staring, he tipped his bottle back and drained the rest of his beer.

A fight was brewing between them like a thunderstorm storm. It prickled like sparks of electricity on the backs of their necks and Y/N knew that later there would be hell to pay.

Shane slammed the apartment door behind him and the little brass chain clinked violently against the wood.

Already through the door and into the living area, Y/N tossed her purse onto the worn old brown sofa and huffed loudly.

“What the hell’s with the attitude tonight?” he asked, practically spitting fire across the room.

Y/N clicked her tongue and crossed her arms, refusing to turn to face him. “I guess you wouldn’t know, would you? Had your head so far up Lori’s snatch you couldn’t hardly breathe.”

A sharp intake of breath. “Excuse me?”

Y/N could practically feel the room getting warmer as his blood pressure rose.

“You heard me,” she snapped, finally turning around. Her heels spun on the dull hardwood floor; her hair fell across her shoulders like a veil. Her lips were pink and puckered; painted eyes seething with annoyance and invitation. “Could barely keep your eyes off her. I’m surprised Rick didn’t drag you outside and kick your ass.”

Shane took in a breath that made his entire form grow. His shoulders rose and his chest expanded. His muscles flooded with oxygen and anger. “Rick’s my friend,” he said slowly, tilting his head to meet her daring gaze. “And Lori…” He took a step with each word, punctuating them all like a strike of a gavel. “... Is his wife. You think I’d cross that line?”

Y/N’s mouth fell into a tight line. She shifted on her feet and popped a hip towards him. “Dunno,” she hissed, “didn’t look like you cared too much about marriage vows tonight.”

She cocked a brow and Shane stopped in his tracks. He stood up straight, towering over her like a mountain. He laughed and scrubbed a hand down over the heavy stubble on his cheek.

“What’s so funny?”

Dark eyes dug into her and she shivered. “You’re talkin’ all kinds of crazy right now, Y/N/N.” He huffed out a last laugh and turned, done with her.

Y/N knew she should let it go and keep her mouth shut, but something pushed her to keep going. Something dark and needy inside egged her on, shoving her forward. She clicked her tongue loudly.

“You sure love starin’ at her tits is all I’m sayin’.”

She could almost see the rage snap inside of him. The thin bubble of restraint that kept him in check burst as he looked back over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed and he pushed his tongue between his teeth, wetting his lips.

“Oh.” He turned fully. “You’re jealous.” He took a step.

Y/N swallowed hard. Her face flushed and her limbs twitched at his display of power.

“I’m not jealous,” she fought; a bratty undertone sneaking into her words. “Why would I be jealous of that tramp?”

Shane lifted his chin and stared down at her as he advanced. One step at a time, one breath away from breaking. “You are. You are so fucking jealous.” He came close, an arm’s length away.

“No.”

“You are.” He divided the space between them. “You’re just a needy slut. Wanting all my attention on you.”

Y/N shivered. Her nipples stiffened. She dared to negate him again.

“No.”

He reached across, hand flying to her throat before she could react. He moved like lightning across the distance, closing his thick, calloused fingers around her windpipe. He pressed down enough to make her gasp.

“Don’t fuckin’ tell me ‘no’ again. I know what you want. I always know, don’t I?”

Eyes wide and jaw slack, she stared up at him. His fingers were burning on her skin; her arousal was ringing in her ears.

“Don’t I?” he asked again, pushing forward a step.

Y/N blinked wildly up at him, unable to draw a breath.

Shane’s upper lip twitched as he sneered. “Say it. I always know.”

“You… you always know.” Her eyes fluttered back as he released her throat and grabbed hold of her shoulders.

She hit the wall with a dull thud and the newly found air left her lungs.

“Damn right, I do,” he said, laying himself over her, crushing her body into the wall.

She was pinned between two solid masses, unable to do more than moan and reach for him with searching lips and rolling hips.

He sucked a kiss from her; forced his tongue through her lips. She tried to move, to touch him, but he caught her right hand in his left and slammed it against the plaster. She tried again, but her left hand met the same fate. Both hands clasped in his, Shane held them above her head against the wall. With his free hand, he groped his way down her body, cupping her tits hard and digging his blunt nails into her sides. When she moaned, he silenced her with his biting kiss. When she squirmed, he pushed his body harder against her.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, lips on her ear, fingers sneaking into the band of her tight denim shorts. He brushed the top of her pussy and a cry gurgled in the back of her throat.

She nodded fast. “Yeah.”

He pushed away enough to pop the button and tug her zipper down. All of the pressure was on her wrists as he held himself up against the wall. She could all but feel the bruises that would appear in the morning. She grinned.

“What’re you smilin’ at?” He spat, yanking the fabric down her thighs. “You think you’re gonna get somethin’ good now?”

Again, she nodded. “Yeah.”

Shane set his face in a hard stare, lips parted, lashes practically scraping the tops of his cheeks. He bared his teeth. “You ain’t getting shit.” He shoved his right hand into her panties and grabbed her flesh. “This ain’t for you. This is for me.” He dug a finger between her lips and swiped it up across her clit. “This is so your hole is wet and ready for me to fuck.”

His words went right through her, right to the core of her being. She felt her pulse drop to her cunt and quicken with every stroke of his finger. She arched her back off of the wall and tried to push down on his hand, force him inside, but Shane pulled away as soon as her plan was clear.

“Please…” she whined pitifully once he was gone.

Shane clenched his jaw and struck her face with a clipped slap. He leaned in close, pressing his nose against hers.

“You don’t get to beg.” He grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks between his thumb and middle fingers. Her lips puckered. “You don’t get to ask for anything.” The tip of his index finger, the one coated in her slick, nudged at her mouth. “You don’t get anything I don’t give you.” He jabbed the digit between her lips and she began to suck automatically, licking her own taste from his finger.

She worked in earnest, something inside of her taking over and blanking out her everyday thoughts as she sucked.

Shane approved, loving the way her eyes rolled back and she hummed hungrily as she sucked. Still, he never let the mask drop.

“That’s good,” he whispered. “But you need to do better.”

A line of spit followed his finger as he pulled it from her lips. She stared at him with lust-blown eyes and sighed as he let go of her wrists. Relief was brief, however, and he pushed a hand through her hair, tugging hard. She moved where he wanted her, pulling her body off of the wall and directing her to hit the floor.

Her knees would be as bruised as her wrists, but it didn’t matter. She sat back on her heels and opened her mouth, waiting patiently as he opened his belt.

A smirk broke across his face. “Now that’s a pretty sight. My girl on her knees just waitin’ for my fat cock.”

Drool spilled onto her chin. Wetness dripped into her panties.

He dropped his jeans, letting them catch on the top of his boots. Two strokes and he was fully hard. He pinched the base and took a step closer. He wiped her lips with the tip of his cock, back and forth, teasing her. She whimpered. He laughed under his breath, dark and amused.

“Go on,” he ordered, “suck.”

Y/N rocked forward and took him into her mouth. She lifted her tongue to massage his velvety skin and let the saliva collect around him. She took a breath, pulling with her mouth, and he moaned loudly.

“There… yeah.”

His hand found her hair again and Shane gave it a good pull. Sparks of pain webbed across her scalp and she swallowed hard, pulling him in even deeper. She hummed and sealed her lips tight.

“Fuck.”

He bucked his hips and she gagged on him, nearly retching as his thick shaft slid across her tongue like a snake.

“You take my cock so good…”

With his giant hand locked around her head, Shane held her in place and started fucking her throat. She breathed as best she could through her nose, but it was hard to keep up with the pace, hard to do more than drool for him and keep her lips tight. She could feel them puffing up from the force- another memento for the morning.

Tears wet her cheeks, her body began to ache. She tried to speak, but she was stuffed full and only choppy moans and wordless mumbles found their way out.

Shane popped his hips again and pushed her head to his stomach, burying his cock in deeper than he usually dared. She swatted at his thighs and pushed.

He counted to three, slowly, before letting her go.

Y/N fell forward, palms slapping the floor as she regained her breath. “Fuck!”

He was standing over her, watching her struggle while he stroked himself with a tight fist.

“You happy now that you got all my attention on you?” he teased harshly. There was true darkness behind his joke and Y/N could feel it in the air around him.

She couldn’t speak, didn’t move to answer.

Another tug on her hair and she was on her feet and higher, standing on her tiptoes as Shane enjoyed her struggle. She was shaking sligtly like a wispy  dandelion threatened by a child’s breath, and he let go, allowing her to stand flat on the floor.

“Hey, baby,” he cooed, leaning in to lick at her swollen lips, “I’m just giving you what you asked for.” He yanked at her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. “What you need.” His teeth grazed over her pulse. Such thin, delicate skin; so many helpless veins just asking to be ripped open. It was all he could do sometimes to hold himself back, to refrain from letting his inner demon loose and causing real damage. He’d never hurt her, not really, not when she gave herself as offering as she did now- allowing him to hit and scrape and use her gorgeous body until he was sated, until the demon rested again. In the end, it was just a game, just a way to feel alive while toying with the idea of death.

Shane bit down hard on her collarbone and Y/N let out a yell.

His teeth dented her skin. Her legs went weak.

“Please…” Her breath was shallow, her voice faded. She cupped her hand at the nape of his neck and tried to entice him, to draw him in.

He needed no invitation or urging.

Shane grabbed her opposite upper arm and swung her around. She would have tripped if not for his arm curling suddenly around her waist from behind.

“Do it,” she begged in a whisper, spreading her legs for him.

He pressed hard between her shoulderblades, forcing her to bend over. Her palms slapped against the wall, her cheek rested in the middle.

Shane kept one hand flat on her belly, holding her steady while the other guided his cock between her folds. He dipped inside slowly and teasingly withdrew, again and again until she moaned like a starving animal.

When he finally pushed all the way, her entire body reacted. Her jaw dropped, her eyes rolled, her cunt throbbed. He could feel how desperate she was, how ready her body was to receive him.

His palm cracked against her left ass cheek.

“You think Lori gets this?” he grit, digging his nails into the soft globe beneath his hand.

Another smack and she trembled.

“You think I sneak off to fuck her while Rick’s not lookin’?”

He jerked his hips hard, almost matching the force of his hand as he lit up the other cheek.

Y/N melted into every sensation as he left his marks on her body. She bit back a scream as he pushed her towards the edge; her orgasm rushing at her like a freight train.

“Do you?” he demanded.

Both hands clawed at her hips, drawing her back to meet every thrust.

“N-no!”

He grinned and swirled his hips. “That’s right. She don’t get shit.” Reaching up and under, he grabbed her breast and squeezed hard. She held her breath, feeling the pressure blossom deep in her cunt. “This is the only pussy I use. Ain’t that right?”

“Yes…”

“I can’t hear you,” he growled.

Y/N took a breath. “Yes!”

He curled himself over her back and grabbed her tits in both hands.

“Whose pussy do I use?”

Her cunt pulsed on his cock. “Mine! You use my pussy! All yours!”

“Fuckin’ right it is.”

Satisfied, Shane stood back up and set his hands on her hips. The pace quickened as his cock swelled.

Y/N’s entire body tightened, every muscle tensed like the gears of a watch ready to spring free. She pushed back at him, wanting to come, wanting him to fill her up.

He knew what she wanted, knew she was close. He could hear it in the quick pant of her breath, feel it in the heat of her cunt as it squeezed him tight.

He pulled out.

She let out a pained cry.

“You ain’t getting my shit tonight,” he laughed, lifting the back of her shirt up high. He stroked himself fast. “You don’t deserve it.”

She flinched when she felt his hot cum strike the small of her back. He groaned loudly and rocked up on his heels as he came, emptying out every last bit. It slid like hot syrup down into the crack of her ass, teasing her stunted pleasure with each drop that fell.

At least he helped her up.

At least he kissed her punch-drunk lips and carried her to bed.

At least he pulled the blanket up and shut the lamp off.

At least he said goodnight before rolling over.

At least she got what she wanted.

Every bit of his attention. 

[carlsdarling]

How do we feel about dom! Carl?

Bad ass Carl

Y/N feels really attracted by Carl's aggressive, martial attitude, so Carl decides to take care of her. Bit more of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving)

It was the sunset of the day when Negan had executed his raid on Alexandria. It seemed that all was lost and the defeat was certain, you would have to surrender and bow down to Negan. But then suddenly the turned Sasha had staggered out of her coffin-like box and attacked Negan, and that had set off an unholy chain reaction.

Carl had been the first to react, by turning around with lightning speed and shooting first one, then a second and third of Negan's men with ice-cold precision. It occurred so quickly that those men didn't even realize what was happening to them, but that had started the battle to save Alexandria.

You had been standing right next to Carl on the platform, completely flabbergasted at everything, until Carl roughly grabbed your arm. "Get out of here!" he yelled at you and pushed you toward the ladder. In the ensuing chaos, in which many of your people and Negan's died, Carl made sure you always stayed by his side, and would just shove you behind him whenever there was a confrontation with anyone. Focused, he zeroed in on his targets and fired, and one enemy after another was killed.

Then you were finally outgunned, and Negan was about to kill Carl, but the latter didn't bat an eyelash. He kept his composure and showed no fear while you cried and begged Negan to stop the madness, but Negan just slapped you hard, pushed you into the grass, and then ignored you. At the very last moment, the tiger showed up and the situation was resolved, and you had never been so relieved.

Now that it was all over, it was a job of retrieving the dead, caring for the injured, putting out fires, and making makeshift repairs to the damage in the wall to prevent walkers from entering the town. You were still in the company of Carl - even if he didn't really pay attention to you anymore, he was too busy. You watched him furtively from the side. You had always liked Carl, but he was in a relationship with Enid.

Now that all the thrill and anxiety were starting to subside, other emotions were taking over. When you thought about how aggressive and cold-blooded Carl had been, how bad ass he was, how the veins on his sinewy arms had popped out when he shot, and how calculating his glare had been, you felt quite strange. Carl knew what he wanted, and he was definitely going to take it, whatever the cost. You imagined what it must be to get laid by him, whether he was just as ruthless in getting down to business, rough and dominant, and you were fervently envious of Enid and wished you could have been in her place.

Carl was still vibrating with adrenaline, you could even smell it - he smelled sweaty, of musk and of gunpowder, his body was exuding an aggressive heat, and it lit a hot fire between your legs. Unobtrusively, you reduced the distance between you guys as you walked side by side. Carl was completely filthy, stained with blood and dirt, his bandage soiled, his long hair gone wild, his clothes bloody and soaked with sweat. You longed indescribably for his touch. You wanted him, more than you wanted anything else in this world full of zombies, gore and death.

But Carl noticed. "What is it?" he snapped at you gruffly. "The danger is over, I don't have to watch over you now," he informed you, moving away. He had spotted Rick at some distance.

"Carl, wait!" you called out. It probably sounded needy and pathetic. He turned and eyed you annoyed, ignoring the tiger running by. "I... I could help you," you suggested uncertainly.

"Help me?" Carl replied in disbelief. "Help with what? That's not a job for a girl like you. You'd better go and assist Denise with the injured." Then he bristled. Apparently he had noticed the strange fever in your eyes, the dilated pupils, your rapid breathing. And the way you licked your lips. "Oh, wait," he said with an amused intonation, coming close to look at you insistently. "You're horny? All this has made you horny? That's it?" His one eye sparkled in amusement, but there was also something like arousal in it.

"Uuum..." you faltered, "not all of that. You, Carl," you then confessed. "You being THAT bad ass, how you fought, how... aggressive and merciless you were, and how fearless," you stammered. "Yeah, that... that's what I find… attractive."

"So, do you?" Carl chuckled. "All right, come on," he then commanded, grabbing you harshly by the left shoulder and shoving you ahead of him, toward one of the vacant houses.

"What... what are you up to?" you asked, dumbfounded.

Carl grinned at you. "You want to get fucked by me, so I'm going to fuck you right now," he said indifferently, kicking open the door of the house, tearing you over the threshold and slamming the door behind you.

"What about Enid?" you asked, astonished.

He puckered his pretty lips snidely and clicked his tongue. "Do you see Enid hanging around here anywhere? No? Neither do I." Carl put his hat on the stairs and glanced around for a moment. "In there," he then ordered, gesturing to a small bedroom to the left where a narrow bed stood. He pushed you carelessly onto the bed. "Go on, strip," he hissed as he himself took off his flannel and his shirt and then unbuckled his belt and the buttons as well as the zipper of his jeans.

After tossing your bra aside, you paused to watch him, open-mouthed, as he tugged down his jeans and boxers, exposing his big, veiny cock. "I told you to take your clothes off," Carl snarled. "So your jeans and slip, too. All of it." He didn't wait for your reaction, though, but grabbed you, dug his fingers into your hair, and pushed your head into his lap. His cock slapped you in the face, the tip already all wet and dripping precum leaking out. "Now take him in your mouth and suck," Carl demanded. He tasted salty, and the scent of his private parts was making you finally ready for him as he recklessly started headpushing, causing you to gag. "Put some effort into it and deepthroat," Carl gasped, tugging at your hair and thrusting violently into your mouth as you closed your lips around his shaft and sucked him off. He was really big so your jaw muscles tightened up, but you loved how Carl moaned loudly and reacted to your caresses.

Then he pushed you away unexpectedly, causing you to fall back and bang your head against the wall. Saliva and precum dripped from your chin. Carl, meanwhile, grabbed the waistband of your jeans and your thong at the same time and ripped both down with a jerk. Hastily, you freed yourself from the clothing as Carl was already hovering over you, pinning you to the bed, securing your wrists above your head with one hand and placing his cock directly in front of your throbbing pussy with the other hand.

"Carl, please don't hurt me," you timidly pleaded, but at the same time you couldn't wait to feel him.

"Not as long as you surrender to me and do everything I tell you, you little vixen," Carl replied nonchalantly. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk anymore, until you're all sore, and you won't cum until I permit you to. So, will you obey to me?"

"Yes, Carl," you breathed. You were wax in his hands, his aggressive dominance was so sexy, and when he penetrated your wet pussy with one firm thrust, you cried out and bucked your hips.

He pounded hard and fast, pulling out of you completely, only to fully penetrate you again, hitting your cervix, roughly ramming his cock into you and making you scream while he fucked you right into the mattress. Still, he kept looking at you intently. "Do you like it? Not that I give a fuck," he immediately added, changing the angle of his thrusts and repeatedly hitting your most sensitive spot so that you almost couldn't stand it anymore.

"Carl, I am close, I am so close," you whimpered.

"What did I tell you? You're not cumming now," Carl hissed angrily, stopping what he was doing, pulling out his cock until you writhed beneath him, begging and whimpering, tears in your eyes, for him to continue fucking you dizzy and shaky. "Carl, please, let me cum now," you moaned, "put him in again." You lifted your head off the pillow and watched as Carl slid his glistening wet shaft back into your reddened and swollen pussy, inch by inch, and then began thrusting again, tantalizingly slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Carl grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes. "I'm allowing you to cum now," he said. "But you will lie there with your legs spread and you will stay still until I also finished. Do you understand?"

You nodded breathlessly as everything inside you contracted as well and you literally exploded under Carl, rearing up and moaning loudly. "Carl!!! Oh my god!!! Please!!!" you scream as Carl helped you through your orgasm, thrusting on and on and watching your fucked out face.

Carl started pounding and breathing faster, fucking you harder and even quicker, making the bed slam against the wall with a screech. Then he climaxed as well, and he didn't bother to not breed you; he did not pull out but cum inside your pussy as if it was just natural that he did so. After that, he laid heavily on top of you, so that you couldn't move. Finally he rolled off you, kissed you hard on the lips, and got up to pick up his clothes and get dressed. "Like I told you, I'm kind of busy, I have to get back out there," he said casually, tossing you your top carelessly. "Here, clean yourself up, you're covered in my cum." With those words he left you alone, completely heated and out of breath, but pleasured and relaxed. Your pussy felt all sore, and you wondered if you would be able to sit for the next few days.

[taylormarieee]

OKAY ALL OUR CHATS GOT ME FERAL FOR RICKKKK

stepdad!rick overhearing a conversation with your best friend where she tells you to get laid. but when rick hears this he gets jealous makes sure you don't sleep with anyone.... 😩

AGHHHHHHHHHH!!! You know how to make me feel worse... ughhh!

"You need t get laid girl! There are tons of guys in Alexandria." She says.

"I can't! I want someone experienced the only thing these kids know his fake ass porn." You say laughing.

"I think I need someone older." You say. "Just a little bit more experienced! You know?"You respond.

Little did you two know your hot step dad was listening to the whole conversation between you two and he was pissed.

He wants you to get fucked by him and him only. Not some other child.

He wants you to have experienced dick, wants you to feel good. "Alright girl, I'm gonna go." Your friend says.

"oK, Bye!" You respond, she waves and leaves before bumping into Rick. She smiles at him before saying bye as well and walking away.

He smiles at her before walking into your room.

"What were you guys talking about." He asks leaning on your door frame.

"Girly stuff! You know, boys, the sky, getting older you know." You respond.

"oh ok babygirl." He says smirking. " I heard something completely different. Like something about you wanting to get fucked by someone older?" He says getting close to you.

"I-I that was, uhm... Nothing." You stutter at the intense gaze your step dad is giving.

"Oh ok, then me fucking you right here would also be nothing right? Cuz I know you fantasize about me." He says exposing you and your late night acts.

"Your fingers deep inside your cunt as you cry my name." He says with a smirk crawling on your bed in between your legs.

You close your legs together but Rick prys them open. "Open em babygirl and keep em open" He says.

You both make eyes contact and your face gets hot. He slides your underwear down. He can see how wet you are just talking about sex.

"So wet for me baby." He says rubbing your clit.

He licks and laps at your pussy. Your arousal coating his stubble and his lips.

You throw your head back and your hand tangles in his brown locs.

"oH SHIT! Fuck daddy! Ughh yes!" You cry out. He's just like how you imagined. Rough with a hint of sweetness.

Your step dad was the perfect person. The one you wanted to fuck you into oblivion.

Fuck your pussy until it hurt to walk. Fuck you until your insides burned. Until you were so overstimulated you were shaking and twichting.

@versatilehater How was that baby? Good? U pleased?

Taglist: @sinsandsweetness @carlsdarling @smutinlove @catt-leya @rickswh0r3 @murdadixon @knochentrocken0808

[sparethcsympathy]

//. Feeling sick with a migraine, and trying to cook for me and my kids when sick is a struggle. But I just wanted to throw this idea out ! Which I'm excited for--but also slowly gonna have to do the bio of this OC of mine for the walking dead universe I just shot out my ass not long ago xD AKA today.. and i wanted to see what people thought ?

First off hello perfect FC a.k.fucking.a Cillian Murphy !! Still no name atm, but I got an idea of where he would be located. LAS VEGAS ANYONE ? I just thought well shit, we saw new york, we also saw where daryl went ? like..... so many places out there we know nothing of ( also i don't recall if in the show if something happened to vegas or not ) and if so, oh well. but i had this plan that man... i mean look what happened to rick right ? just how STRONG and honestly powerful those people were who took him , and shit a lot of the shit they accomplished. while that was basically ran by some military people and whatnot, i thought---well shit... VEGAS BEING RAN BY CRIMINALS ?? I wanted to make this oc into a villain and i mean bad of all bad. Cause lbr... look at this man ? He doesn't look sweet. he looks like he's willing to kill if he doesn't get his way and would have such control. All the term what happens in vegas stays in vegas--- also goes to the people as well. Of course i gotta break down his bio. I gotta build the character. bg, name. But I'm excited. Because you know I truly believe Vegas would be so fucked up... broken down think of gotham vibes, just with bright lights and sinners ruling the place. also imagine the walkers ? jfc stripper walkers LMAO but please you guys bear with me!! also in vegas they def don't call walkers--- that name. so they'll be called something else.

[ventismacchiato]

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. KAI. NEW CHAPTER GOES CRAZY???? it is PACKED and thank you for the content warning becuase i was TRIGGERED. omg i can go on and on abt this but idk if i can cram it all into one ask 😭 BUT LET ME TRY

- okok, for one, that "oh" thing?? ik what u ARE 🫵🫵🫵 u did in fact eat w that 😋

- number two, the way it was written!! the way i could imagine the scenes in my head?? the way you described stuff was so good, i was tweaking out 😭im seriously super in love with the way u write kai, it's the way u describe that u get me to understand feelings ive never felt personally (or maybe im just an empath idk) and i want u to know, i actually like to use ur writing as a reference to improve my own alongside some other peeps like rick riordan for example, so just know that u inspire my own works a ton and i love ya for that 🫶

- numero tres, while reading through all that my jaw was DROPPED for half the chapter and it hurts now (im expecting the payment for the medical bills sent to me soon /j). i was on the EDGE of my seat, like, my ass cheeks were getting toned af

- four, idk what ur planning on cooking up but ik that if chapter 17 got me a little riled up, the eventual angst chapters will certainly will 🥲🥲 all i have to say for that is have mercy on us pleek 🙏🙏

THINK THATS ALL FROM ME!! now i know i have a lot more too say but i think i've spent too much time awake and the stuff i had planned to type out in my head is now WOOSH, gone. so uhm uhm YEAH, awesome chapter, awesome work again, happy new year, and remember to take care of urself always. can't wait to see what's next! xxx

(also i am gripping childe's hand like WE ARE SO CLOSE GUYS PATIENCE IS KEY 🙏 🙏)

AHH UR SO CHTE THANK U IM GLAD U ENJOYED!!

1) hehe i’m glad u think so

2) omg this is such a great compliment tysm 😭 i’m so glad u like my writing style i’ve definitely tried to improve throughout writing these aus,, and omg rlly? i’m so honored ME AND RICK RIORDAN? that’s crazy ahh i’m glad good luck with ur writing!

3) haha i’ll pay for it i gotchu xx but i’m so flattered hehe twirling my hair

4) AHH JUST U WAIT 🌚

omg thank u for the thoughtful ask!! stop by again if u end up rmbring what u wanted to say!! and thank you, take care as well!

(LMFAO EVERYONE HOLD HANDS!)

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I've had this imagine for a long time but I suck at writing and never know how to like kind of put it into words myself so I'll try and keep it short-ish 😭.

So it's based in s1 and it's Glenn's sister x Daryl (Daryl is like in his mid thirties and reader is in her mid twenties and one day she goes up to him maybe while he's in one of the trailers or in his tent (this is pre-rick grimes but during the beginning of the apocalypse when they're all in atlanta) and basically asks him if he wants to fuck cuz she knows neither of them have really had any kind of "release" (I hate the word so much but I couldn't think of another way to describe it) and he's like "are you crazy" or something like that and she says something like "way to let me down easy." But they end up sleeping together in his tent when merle is out on a hunt. And then it just kind of keeps going like that. Whenever they can get time to have sex, and know they won't get caught, they do it. And one day they're like kissing up against a tree and Glenn sees them and totally freaks out.

Dirty Secret;;

A/N: I really like this idea!! And don't worry if you can't keep them short-ish. I tend to ramble when I request stuff to people as well LMAO. Sorry if this isn't the best either. Been having a rough couple of weeks, but I still wanted to write something haha

Pairing: Daryl x Glenn's-Sister!Reader

Warnings: AFAB! Reader, She/her pronouns, PiV sex, Vaginal fingering, Oral (Male receiving)

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No matter how much he denied it. He liked you.

Daryl hardly knew anything about you. He wished that was different, but it was so hard to talk to you. Let alone look at you. Every glance he would steal from you he'd be averting his eyes the moment you looked his way. His cheeks flushed a soft pink at the mere thought of you catching him looking at you. He felt weird. Like he was creeping on you. He couldn't help it.

It seemed like with each passing day he wanted to look at you more and more. When he would come back from his hunts he was looking for you in the small group of people. Asking his brother or anyone else who wasn't Glenn where you were.

"See ya got a thing for the Asians little sister huh?" Merle would ask, and Daryl would roll his eyes in return. The last thing he needed was his older brother teasing him. "Nah, jus' makin' sure she ain't out there dead," he scoffed. Merle knew better though. That knowing smirk on his face as he watched his brother stomp away from him. He knew he wasn't just a worried civilian. He was a worried guy hoping his potential woman wasn't out there dead.

Daryl would never admit to that, though. He hated the fact that he liked you. He wasn't even sure why. Maybe it was because you smiled at him anytime he looked at you. Or when he would come back from hunts you would congratulate him for the kills and always thank him for providing you all with food. Or maybe it was just because you were so damn pretty. He swore you were an angel or something. With how your smile seemed to make his chest clench each time he was lucky enough to see it. Plus, your eyes were so mesmerizing. He just wished he had the balls to talk with you.

Little did he know, you looked at him the same way. You looked at him with an expression that he didn't seem to catch onto. He never quite held eye contact with you long enough to notice. The way that you would watch him with such sweet admiration.

"Daryl," His body froze when he heard you calling his name. Anytime you said his name he swore you said it differently than anyone in his life ever had. With such kindness, and that voice of yours that could make him do anything.

Just last week Merle was on his ass about him doing anything you asked. You had asked him if he could look for some medication on a run he was going on with Glenn. You could have asked Glenn, but you asked him. So of course, he listened and went out of his way to find them.

"That girl got ya whipped and y'ain't even stuck yer dick in 'er yet," his older brother spat, and Daryl snapped. "Don' ya ever talk 'bout 'er like that again, ya hear me? She's better than that," and Merle just smiled and laughed at his baby brother's rage. "Pathetic."

When you got to where he was standing at his tent he snapped out of his thought. Shaking his head before looking down at you with a soft gaze. He didn't say anything, though. Just simply acknowledged that you were there by looking at you.

"Do you think I could ask you something?" You questioned with a raised brow. Daryl felt his palms clam up with how close you were to him. The fact that you were going out of your way to talk to him was mind-boggling to the archer. He nodded his head reluctantly, keeping his mouth closed.

You cleared your throat, eyes darting down to the ground. He was scared, to say the least. You'd never looked so nervous around him before.

"I see the way you look at me, and uhm.." you licked your lips and he felt his heart drop while he processed your words. "I think we feel the same about each other, do you maybe wanna..." You rocked back on your heels before mustering up the courage to say what you wanted to say. "Sleep together?" You nearly squeaked out, cringing at your choice of wording. You had thought of another way to phrase it earlier, but saying it to him was a lot different than thinking it. The first words that came to mind gushed out of your mouth like an idiot.

He was flabbergasted. It wasn't often that people could leave Daryl without something snarky to say, but right now was one of those moments. You were asking to fuck around with him? You, the pretty Rhee girl with those eyes and smile that made the archer's knees wobble? That had to be a joke. Glenn had to have set you up to this. Or Merle did. That had to be it.

"Look," you spoke up, seeing the gears turning in his head. "We don't have to, I was just figuring that since the apocalypse is among us that it'd be fun." You told him and he scoffed, "Plus your brother and my brother are gone on a run! It'd be the only time we really have to." You told him with a small frown, noticing how his scowl returned to his face.

"Yer crazy," he snapped, and you felt like you could crumble to the ground. "Merle put you up to this 'in't he?" He barked, and you shook your head. "No, I don't even talk to your brother, Glenn doesn't like how he looks at me." you frowned, and when he looked up and saw how to hurt you looked, he recoiled. He hated that he made you so upset, but this couldn't actually be happening. "Ain't happening, girl," he sneered, and you didn't think you could sink any lower.

You ducked your head down when he went to push past you. "Way to let a girl down..." you pouted, and he felt guilt course his veins. You were running off before he even had the chance to run past you himself. You practically dove into your tent. Your knees were brought up to your chest after the door was zipped. Hiding away from the world as embarrassment took over. You didn't care if it was still sunny out and the heat only seemed to make you bake alive. Maybe it'd put you out of your petty misery.

Daryl on the other hand resorted to the forest where he hid for what felt like hours. With the sun setting now, and how low the sun was before. It was probably only tinkering on one, maybe two hours.

He couldn't quite gather why you would come to him with such bold words. He always took you as someone too meek and shy to say something like that. Obviously, he was wrong. That was one thing you and your brother seemed to have in common. You both spoke your mind; regretting it would be a problem for later.

It wasn't like Daryl didn't think of you that way. Hell, he hadn't slept with anyone since well before the apocalypse began. He didn't have the time, and he was tired of sleeping with people that would leave him the next morning without a goodbye. He was tired of feeling so goddamn alone.

He wanted to find you and tell you how he felt, but he didn't know how. Daryl never knew how to express his feelings. Unless it was anger, disgust, distrust, or any negative emotion. It came to him like flying came to a bird.

He thought about you that whole time out there. The look of fear on your face when you asked. How anxious you looked when he didn't respond. Most of all, how saddened you look when he basically said no. It wasn't that he didn't like you. He just didn't want to like you too much. Daryl didn't want you to use him like every other person in his life. A part of him actually wanted you to be his girlfriend. A word foreign to him, but he was so eager to try.

He hadn't even noticed when he was heading back to the camp that his feet were leading him toward your tent. Both you and Glenn chose to sleep more on the outskirts of the camp. Daryl and his brother clear on the opposite end of camp.

Carol had seen the archer wander, and a small, knowing smile crept on her face. Hopefully he'd do something to give you something to gossip over while you, her, and the other girls did laundry. They gave you the idea of confronting Daryl, after all.

"You have to be blunt with men. Tell them what you want." Lori had told you earlier that day. "Just grab him by the face and kiss him!" Amy squealed, and you had shaken your head. "That's too blunt for Daryl," they all nodded at your words. You were right. Too much physical contact and he'd run. "Just tell him you wanna have sex, guys normally go for that. You can work it out from there." Carol told you with a kind smile, and you listened to that advice.

Now you were sulking and wishing you hadn't. If you hadn't then you wouldn't be in this mess. Too afraid that if you left the safety of your tent he'd be there. Just instead of catching him staring and bashfully looking the other way. He'd be glaring and looking at you like you were some disgusting cheap whore.

Your tent shook and you almost jumped out of your skin. A small shout left your lips before asking who was out there. "Jus' me, keep it down, gon'a have everyone over here," Daryl rasped, and you felt your body grow hot with embarrassment.

You didn't know what to say, falling silent while you coiled more into yourself. Your face hiding behind your knees while you chewed on the inside of your cheek. He did the same, standing there with racing thoughts. The hell was he even supposed to say?

"Hey, look, 'm sorry," he muttered, and you almost didn't hear him. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have thought you liked me like that, too," he felt his stomach flutter at those words. Oh, but he did like you like that. He hardly knew you and he liked you a lot more than he cared to admit. "Nah, jus' ain't used to pretty girls wantin' t'sleep with me." He admitted while scuffing his foot on the ground. Your heart lept in your chest.

"You think I'm pretty?" You asked, and he nodded. Until he realized the tent was still zipped up, meaning you couldn't see him. "Yeah, real pretty," he almost whispered.

You couldn't hide the smile that was on your face. You were glad that the tent was hiding you from his view. You were practically beaming with pride over his words. A little bit of the boldness from before sneaking back into your head.

"Did you want to come in and sit with me?" You had asked, expecting him to say no or call you crazy again after you did. Before you could overthink it too much you heard him shuffle around in front of your tent. The zipper let out a hiss as he pulled it up and around the door.

He put his crossbow inside first, crawling in after. The weapon was set to the side and off the blankets. You had even noticed that he set his boots outside beside your shoes. A small smile on your lips with how considerate he really was.

Once the man was inside and sat beside you it was quiet again. Neither of you knew what to do from here.

"That offer still up?" Daryl blurted, and the both of you were a little shocked by his words. You cleared your throat, the hunter looking over to inspect your face. You were flustered. He could tell by the way you tried to hide your face behind your hands while you rubbed at it. It made him smile at the fact that he could make you feel that way.

"Uhm, if you want to, I don't want you to pity me or anything," he chuckled softly at your rambling. "I ain't pityin' ya," he sighed, reaching out to brush his fingers along your jaw. Grabbing your attention so you would look at him. "You were right, I've been lookin' at ya same as you look at me," he told you with a lopsided smile, and you felt your stomach doing flips. He just wished he knew if you only looked at him with sexual attraction, or maybe more.

"Can I kiss ya?" he asked, and you felt your heart melt at the fact that he asked. You knew a lot of guys wouldn't ask. They'd just take what they want, but you could tell Daryl was different. It's one of the reasons you trusted him out of everyone in this small group to get some relief out of. Plus, a part of you hoped that something might stem from it.

When you nodded and told him it was okay he crawled over to you. His hand was on your jaw and he kissed you a lot differently than you imagined from the hunter. He was gentle, yet rough. A mix that you didn't expect from him. You had expected him to be all rough, nothing soft.

Once your lips were locked he was pushing you back onto the bed of blankets. His body climbed in between your thighs while he hovered over you and just kissed you for a while. You expected him to get right to business, but he took his time.

He was pretty nervous. He wasn't a virgin, he'd had sex a few times. Not enough that he knew what he was doing, though. He didn't have the charm that most guys had. He was awkward and over thought everything that he did. Plus, he hardly knew anything about peoples bodies, let alone the opposite gender.

He pulled back to lean down. Pressing a kiss to your jaw, then down to your neck. The scruff on his chin and upper lip tickling your skin. Smiling lightly at the sensation. A light giggle escaping your lips. The sound causing him to stop and look up at you. Blue eyes full of worry and curiosity.

"That tickled," you whispered, and he felt his heart flutter. He swore you were cuter than any girl he's ever met.

"Yeah?" He asked with a small smile. You only nodded back with a small snicker. Reaching out to run your hands over his chest. The action making Daryl suck his bottom lip in between his teeth.

The more you touched him the faster he wanted to get you both undressed. Though his hands were still shaky and clammy. Worried that he may end up doing the wrong thing.

His lips only kissed on your neck. He caught your skin between his teeth here or there, but nothing enough to leave a mark. The last thing he needed was Merle or your brother catching on. He knew Merle would just tease the holy hell out of the both of you. Glenn on the other hand, he was a little scared of how the younger man would react. Daryl knew best that family was important. Fuck around with the wrong family and a death wish may be in place.

His thoughts all came to a blurry stop when your legs wrapped around his waist. Pulling yourself up against him so your crotch met his own. The action pulling a moan from the both of you.

"Shit," he spat, nose nuzzling against your shoulder. "We gotta be quiet, darlin'," he gasped, and you nodded. Your head swimming with all sorts of thoughts. The fact that you were about to have sex with the man you had been eyeing for the past couple of weeks. The fact that you hadn't done this in what felt like years. And the fact that he was calling you 'darling'. You were in heaven.

"Can I?" he murmured, kissing your shoulder while tugging at the bottom of your shirt before he leant up to study your face. He couldn't get enough of your pretty eyes.

Once you gave him permission he was pulling your shirt over your head. Instinct settling into the hunter. He knew what he wanted, and knew how to get it. He just needed to know how to give you what you wanted.

"Tell me if I do anything wrong," he huffed out, to which you nodded. "You're doing great so far," you assured him with a chuckle. He didn't respond too much, though. His eyes were too fixated on your upper half. A bit of your own self-consciousness rushing through your body when he stared for a little too long.

His hands were quick to pin yours to the side when you went to cover up. Shaking his head while his eyes drug up your body to your own eyes. "Yer beautiful, none o'that." he stated, and you felt your whole body heat up with bashfulness. You wish you'd met him sooner, truthfully.

You nodded, agreeing with what he had to say. You probably agree with about anything the archer above you said. A small hum leaving your throat when he leant down to kiss your chest. He left soft butterfly kisses over your breasts. Soon leaving hungry open mouthed kisses on your mounds of skin. Licking and biting, gathering all the reactions that the hunter could spur from you.

"Like that, huh?" he growled against your skin when he began nipping on your left nipple. Flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud before he kissed over to the other side.

His mind was a bubbling mess of pleasure and nonsense. He hardly knew what he was thinking. Other than how perfect you were. He felt like he was worshipping an angel.

Daryl kissed further down to your stomach. Both of his hands removed from yours to explore. One hand rubbing and squeezing at your breast while the other reached down for your pants.

A grunt left his throat when you tugged at his locks of hair. Raising his head to look up at you. His pupils blown wide.

"Can you take your shirt off?" You nearly whispered, and he felt his heart sink. He almost said yes, but that familiar dread settled in. He didn't need you pitying him right now.

"I can't," he told you. He half expected you to question him, but you just nodded. You nodded with a smile. Reaching down to cup the side of his face with such care. "That's okay," you told him, and he swore he could have broken down into a weeping mess if it weren't for how horny he was.

He crawled back up and over you when you pulled him towards your face. The two of you sharing a look before he leaned down to lock your lips in another kiss.

His hand ran over the hem of your pants that you had changed into to sleep in. Running his calloused fingers over the soft fabric.

"Daryl," you whined against his lips. He nearly cursed in response at the sound of it. He only hummed in response. Refusing to part his lips from yours for too long. "Hurry up," you huffed.

Daryl smiled a little at this. He parted his eyes with a faint nod before pulling back from you. His hands quick at hooking under the hem of your pants and panties. Looking up at you to make sure everything that he was doing was all right. Tugging the clothing down your hips and then thighs.

You listened as he took in a sharp breath. Your eyes watching his face with caution. Making sure that he didn't look disgusted or like he was regretting to ever agreeing to do such things with you.

"Jesus," he huffed, and you shifted a little. "What?" You asked, and he shook his head while moving so he could pull your pants off the rest of the way. Tossing them aimlessly beside the both of you. "You're just a lot prettier than I imagined."

You felt your heart flutter at his words. Not only was he complimenting you, but he was also admitting to imagining what you looked like beneath your clothes. Was he thinking about you before this? Or was it only after you asked him if he wanted to fuck earlier that day?

He was quick to distract you from your thoughts again. Heat pooling in your stomach as you watched him tug his own pants down. You saw the reluctance in his movements. Your own hands reaching out to help him. Glancing up as if to ask if it was okay, and he nodded. Of course it was okay. It was more than okay, really.

The hunter pursed his lips as he watched you pull his pants down. Watching as your eyes danced over each sliver of skin that you exposed. The way that you licked and bit on your lips. Especially the way your eyes seemed to widen at the sight of him when he was finally free from his pants. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, though. He only hoped your shocked expression was good.

"All good?" He blurted, cringing a little at his wording. He didn't entirely know what to say, though. "Daryl," he froze, waiting for you to finish. You were going to insult him, weren't you? "You're more than just all good, you're..." You pondered words, smirking as you helped him get the rest of the way out of his pants. Leaning yourself up in order to kiss his chest. "You're lovely. Words can't even express how handsome you are," you praised, and he felt his skin burn red. His heart leaping in his chest. Soft grumbles leaving his chest while you kissed over his chest. Lightly biting every so often.

His eyebrows furrowed when your fingers wrapped around his shaft. Hissing as your thumb ran over his tip. Allowing you to pull him back on top of yourself. "Shit, you feel so good," he murmured, kissing your cheek and then your lips.

Daryl brought a hand down to your own sex. His fingers running over your damp entrance. His body was buzzing with excitement. You could tell he was almost as nervous as you were, though. If not, maybe a little more.

His movements were slow and a little awkward. You let go of him in order to reach and grab his hand. Guiding and showing him what to do. Showing him where you liked to be touched the most, where your clit was, how to rub it. How to finger you. He was certain that by the end of the night he'd have you cum at least once. Or God smite him now.

He rubbed where you told him too. Watching with an intrigued gaze at how your hips bucked and rolled against just his hand. It fed his ego more than it probably should have. Smiling lightly when you began pressing frantic kisses to his neck and shoulders. The way your hips rolled, your hands pawed at his body, and most of all the way you moaned softly in his ear. It was enough to make him buck his hips against nothing.

"Daryl, please," you whimpered, and he felt his stomach do flips. There was no way you sounded so pretty. "Please what?" He drawled. His voice already deeper that before. "Fuck me," you gasped when his fingers curled into you once more.

He was shocked with how bold you were, but he wasn't going to deny what you wanted, either.

Daryl was quick to pull his hand away from your entrance. Replacing it with his throbbing dick. He wanted to watch you cum on his fingers, but that wasn't for now. Right now he needed to be inside you. He needed to feel you squeezing down on him while he fucked you into the stupid blankets below the both of you.

Once he was aligned he was looking up at you as if to ask if everything was all right. Your soft nod and 'yes' was all he needed to keep going. Pushing forward in order to slide into you.

His brows furrowed when the tip of himself was inside you. Pushing forward while huffing out breaths until he bottomed out in you. Your own face was scrunched. Reaching out in order to claw at his clothed back.

Daryl saw how uncomfortable you looked by your expressions. The man leaning down in order to pepper kisses on your lips and shoulders. "If I need'a stop, ya tell me," he grunted, and you nodded. "I'm fine," you told him, and he only nodded. He wanted you to know that if you wanted to stop at any time he wouldn't be mad. He'd stop.

Once you were comfortable enough you shifted your hips. The both of you inhaling sharply at the pleasure that shot through you both like bullets. "Shit, I might not last long," he told you, and you chuckled, nodding softly. "Feel that good?" you teased, and he let out a soft moan in response when you rolled your hips up. "Y'ain't got no idea, woman."

He started a pace that was a little slow at first. An attempt to savor the moment, but it wasn't long before the hunter was lost. His hips pulling back before snapping into you. He occupied his mouth with your own. The both of you doing your best to stay quiet. Thankful that the tent wasn't too close to any one else's since Glenn's empty tent was beside your own and then Jaques.

"Daryl," you mewled, and he nodded. "What is it?" He asked, his hand coming between the both of you to press his finger over your clit. Just like you showed him earlier.

He smirked when your back arched. You couldn't even finish your thought from earlier. Your head craned back. Leaving the hunter ample room to kiss and bite. It was hard to remind himself that he couldn't suck on your skin. A temptation that he wished no one would think anything of.

His thrusts only seemed to get rougher. The sound of skin on skin growing louder as he fucked into you. His fingers rubbing your sensitive bud a little harsher than before. Trying to get you to meet your high with him. Which was only growing closer for the archer.

"Shit," he mumbled against your skin. His free hand gripping your hip harder than before as his thrusts grew more sloppy and rugged. "God, 'm close," He hissed against your skin. To which you nodded with a choked mewl. "Me too," you cooed out, and it wasn't long before your body was coiling in on itself. The coil within your stomach snapping.

Your arms wrapped around his body. Your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull the man further inside you while you came around him. Daryl fought hard in order to not cum inside of you. It took everything not to. You just felt too good. The way that you squeezed and pulsated around him. The way your fingernails dug into his back through his shirt. And the way you whispered his name into his ear, over and over like a frantic prayer. A few more thrusts and he was pulling out of you, spilling his seed all over your stomach. He hadn't came that hard in God only knows how long.

The both of you laid there for a few moments. Daryl on his back beside you while the both of you tried to regain your strength. Both of you floating back down to earth. Slow, but sure.

"That was..." He started, searching for words. "Wow," he finished, and you giggled. Leaning over to press a kiss to his shoulder. "Think we could do it again, sometime?" You asked, and you were thankful you were looking over at the hunter. Catching his smile as he stared up at the roof of your tent. "Yeah, I'd like that."

It did happen a lot more after that, too. You were both as good as rabbits. Fucking anytime the two of you got the chance.

Daryls favorite was when you asked Dale if the both of you could take his Canoe out onto the water to "fish." Daryl did try and fish, the only thing you really fished was his dick in his pants.

He was oblivious when you offered to fish with him that morning, though. Only thinking that all you wanted to do was fish. He wasn't opposed to that thought, though. After sharing such an intimate moment with you the other night he liked the thought of spending actually quality time with you.

He wasn't exactly complaining when you slid down to your knees in front of him, either. He was telling you that you didn't have to. That if you didn't want to, he wouldn't be hurt. He never really thought he deserved head from anyone.

The moment you had your tongue on his shaft, licking up to his tip. He was a goner.

His head tipped back and his eyes fell shut with a groan. The fishing pole in the holder on the side of the boat while one hand gripped the seat and the other was tangled in your hair. With each bob of your head he fought the urge to thrust up into your throat. Not only did he not want to hurt you, but he also didn't want to move the canoe too much and tip the both of you.

"Fuck, like that," he purred, watching you through half lidded eyes. Practically melting into the seat of the boat while you gave him the best head of his life.

He thought about that morning anytime he had free time.

The both of you had quite the experience streak going on. Anytime the both of your brothers were away from camp you were in one or the others tent. Soon it wasn't even for sex. Some nights Daryl would just lay with you. Your head on his chest or vice versa. The both of you just lying in one another's presence. Some nights the both of you would swap stories. You typically did most of the talking, but he'd open up to you the more time that you both spent together.

"Daryl," you sighed as he trailed beside you. "I'll be fine out here by myself, we haven't seen any walkers this far out at all since we've been camped out here." You just wanted to go looking for anything. Whether it be a rabbit to kill and bring back to the camp, or maybe just something that was left out in the woods that could be used as something useful. You weren't exactly complaining that Daryl was acting so protective. It was nice. If it was your brother, you'd be throwing a fit and telling him to leave you be. Daryl following you like a puppy was a lot nicer. He didn't talk as much as Glenn, either.

"That's the thing, we ain't seen many up here, but we will," you frowned a little at his words. "So you're just going to follow me around like a body guard from now on?" You asked, and he shrugged. "Guess so." He told you, and you nodded with a chuckle. "Sure thing, Dixon," you sighed, reaching out to link your pinky with his. The hunter didn't argue, either. If anything it eased his anxiety more than just walking beside you. Now if he needed to he could pull you from harms way.

You slowed your pace, Daryl looking over at you with a brow raised. "Well, since we're out here." You stopped, and he turned a little to look at you a little better. "Do you think you could teach me how to work that crossbow of yours?" You asked, and he froze. It took him a moment to process what you were asking, but it wasn't long before he was smiling a little. Glancing down before looking back up at you. "You know how to shoot a gun?" He asked, and you nodded. "Glenn taught me." He nodded this time.

He led you over to a tree. Carving an 'X' with his knife before leading you so far back. "All right," he started, parting his feet so far while he held the bow in his arms. "Ya gotta make sure yer standin' right first. Gotta stand with yer feet so far apart or else yer gonna lose balance and fall on yer ass," He told you, and you nodded, watching as he brought the weapon up to aim. "Then ya just aim and shoot. Gotta just breathe." He finished before squeezing the trigger and firing. Looking up at the target where he hit a near perfect bullseye. Soon looking back over at you.

You reached your arms out for the bow that he offered to you. Smiling as you held it in your arms and struggled a little at cocking the weapon. Soon bringing it back up and into your arms. Raising it to eye level. "Like this?" You asked, and he chuckled.

You flinched a little when he put his hands on your waist. "It's okay, jus' me," He spoke when he felt your body jerk. Turning your hips a little and kicking your feet a little further apart. "Now bring the bow more here," He ordered. Moving the butt of the weapon more in the center of your shoulder. "Then just breathe," He told you, staying close while you aimed. Finally firing the weapon.

You lowered the crossbow in order to see where you fired. Daryl giving your waist a light squeeze. You peaked over your shoulder to catch the proud grin on his face before it mellowed into a softer smile. "Come on," he told you, leading you closer to the tree so the both of you could get a better look.

He whistled lightly, and you giggled. "Yer a natural," he boasted, and you rolled your eyes. "I wouldn't say that, I didn't even get a bullseye." You pouted a little, and he shrugged. "Nah, but you still hit in the x. You were close," he added in attempts to make you feel better. You did do exceptionally well for it being your first time shooting the bow.

You shrugged, looking up and over at the male with a soft smile. "Better luck next time," you told him, and he chuckled. The man was already looking at you. Your faces mere inches from each other. It wasn't long before he was turning to pull you in for a soft kiss. "Could practice some more." He told you before kissing you again. You just let out a soft laugh against his lips.

"Daryl! What if Merle or Glenn comes out here," you whisper yelled against his lips. He didn't care, though. "We're fine," he muttered, and you didn't argue anymore. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his hand not holding the crossbow came to pull you closer to him by your waist. "God, you're the horniest guy I've ever met," you teased him, and he chuckled. Pulling back to look over your face. "Yeah? Hard not t'be when I've got you here," He murmured, and you felt your skin grow warm.

You leaned in to give him another kiss. This time running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Which from what you've learned in the few weeks that the two of you had been doing this. Only seemed to get him more in the moment.

"What the hell's going on?" You both jerked away from each other when you heard a shout. The color draining from your face when you saw Glenn standing behind Daryl. A large stick in his hand that he was ready to hit the archer with.

You stood there for a moment, noticing the way Daryl backed away from you both. He did his best to show and tell Glenn that he didn't want any trouble, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that Glenn didn't care what Daryl had to say.

"I made one thing fucking clear to you all and it was to not fuck with my sister and here you are! What, did you think you weren't included in that statement?" Glenn shouted, and you shoved at your brothers chest. "Leave him alone, Glenn! I'm an adult, you've got to stop treating me like I'm still eighteen!" You barked with a frown. Your brother only glancing down at you for a second before he looked back up at Daryl.

"You stay away from her," This time you shoved at Glenn's chest harder. "Glenn Rhee, shut up!" You snapped, and Glenn shook his head. "Look, I'm not letting my sister last resort to someone like him!" He snapped, and you shook your head. Daryl shifted a little uncomfortably behind the both of you. Looking down at the ground. The mix of yelling and insults thrown at him making him uncomfortable.

"Yeah? Last resort or not, I wish I met him sooner," you snarled, and Daryl peeked up at that. He was about to walk off. He was worried that you would insult him next, but he was interested now.

"The hell do you mean by that?" Glenn asked, and you felt your hands grow a little clammy with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "He treats me nice." You told your brother, and you noticed the way his brow relaxed a little. "Really nice. Better than any guy before all this ever did. He treats me like I'm someone, and not just a toy. I like him and I'm not letting you scare him off, Glenn. I'd do anything for you! You're my big brother, but Daryl's not a bad guy," you told your brother with a slight frown. Trying your best to convince your brother that Daryl wasn't using you. Or at least you hoped he wasn't.

Daryl couldn't believe that you were standing up for whatever the two of you had going on. He was shocked to hear that he treated you better than any other guy you had been with. Either you had only been with one other guy, or you had as good of luck with relationships as he did.

He was just glad that you thought whatever the two of you had going on was as nice as he thought it was. It was the nicest thing he's had in years, honestly.

"Fine." You both looked at Glenn this time. Your brother meeting Daryls eyes. His glare settling back on his face. "But if anything, and I mean anything happens to you," He looked back to you, "And I find out it's his fault," He looked up at Daryl again. "He's dead." Glenn snarled, and you nodded. Reaching out to give him a hug with a smile. "Thank you, Glenny." He nodded with a sigh, returning the hug. "Just, stay safe..." He muttered in your ear, and you nodded. Pulling from your brother before watching him wander back towards camp.

"Does that make us something?" Daryl asked, taking a step closer to you. You froze at his words. Looking over your shoulder at the male. "What?" He shrugged. "You fought for whatever we got goin' on. We more than just a dirty secret?" He asked, and you brought your lower lip between your teeth. You shrugged, reaching up to rub your jaw. "I guess," he smiled softly. He didn't say anything more. He only motioned for you to follow him back to camp.

From then on, though. You and Daryl were practically inseparable. Especially since you didn't necessarily have to hide it from Glenn anymore. Merle was another story.

Daryl was far from touchy when it came to being around the others, but he was always right there with you. Whether it be standing by you, sitting near you, lying with you at night, or watching you as you talked to someone. He was making sure the others who got too close knew that you were off the table. He considered you his now, as he was yours. Whether you liked it or not. You were stuck with him.

More so, whether Glenn liked it or not.

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i had this silly idea i told my friend about what if the Trigun Stampede gang run in to a runaway teen reader and then the reader’s part of the gang. The reader’s in their rebellious phase of course and kinda argues with Wolfwood a lot. Can you write headcanons for this please? (°▽°)

Runaway!

A/N: i’M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE IT WAS A REALLY HECTIC MONTH😭😭😭😭 honestly, this was really fun to write heheheh,,, i can kinda see reader being a pain in the ass but with good intentions….maybe… But god i can imagine how crazy the stampede crew would be if they had a teen,,, i love it😌☝️☝️☝️ Hope you enjoy!!!(*´∇｀*)

warnings/tags: none!

Well aren't you a little anomaly in the bad deserts!

When you first encounter the gang, it wasn't a very...proud encounter.

To be exact, trying to steal Vash's gun in the middle of a busy bar was a very brave choice knowing that the Humanoid Typhoon was trying to eat spaghetti, and in the flesh!

Bold dare I say but, besides that, you were getting hunted by a group of thugs that had been going through town and uh, you sure did cause a bit of trouble.

And by trouble I mean you stole their car keys and went out for a joy ride.

Yup, crashed that shit rightttt into a boulder.

And of course Vash, who's a bit too kind for his own good at times, wanted to help someone so young to Wolfwood's disbelief. Meryl and Roberto? They've witnessed what he did for Jenora Rock so they kinda expected it.

After that first meeting, you naturally stuck to the wacky group and often times when needed, you tried to help them in exchange for saving your life.

Of course with payment :D It's a hard world for a runaway teen out here!

Don't worry you don't make them pay...sometimes...

Young and free they say hahaha!!...Yeah you had literally no more bullet to spare so time to get workin~

You often had Wolfwood reminisce his times back at the orphanage. He's lived there for so long and he's dealt with kids of many ages, but goddamn did you give this man a mf headache.

Sorry, correction, a migraine.

I damn right knowww he goes through twice the number of cigarette packs when you're around.

"Alright kid, no more grabbing shit or starting fights. Zip your mouth if you're gonna be tagging along-"

"Do you really think I'm gonna listen to a priest?"

"UNDERTAKER!"

"Same thing"

"No it's not!"

You glanced at Meryl for more input.

"...Okay I can see where they're coming from-"

"MERYL SERIOUSLY?!"

You got Wolfwood this close to Homer Simpson choking you out.

Sometimes Vash can't help but watch the both of you headbutt eachother.

He's the type of person to try and stop the fight and maintain the peace but bestie, when you're against a rebelling teenager anything is possible.

He understands tho bc he's also gone through his little phase, that's how he got his little earring :D

But asides from that, when he tries to stop ya'll you guys just ignore him lmAOOO

They say teens are rebellious while trying to find others who they can relate to or have a connection with and well, although you didn't really have a permanent home anymore like you use to, you slowly found yourself getting fond of this little wacky group.

And at some point while you guys got closer, Wolfwood tended to look after you a little more.

Was it because of his past? Or were you just a kid who needed the right guidance forward?

Either way, he tries his best to give you good advice,,, advice to keep you alive.

A practical guardian you could say,, Or kinda like an uncle?

And you know what, you don't mind it.

"Did your sticky little hands grab another fucking wallet? Seriously?"

'No I did not!" You narrowed your eyes at him "It's a map get it right. I also only steal from the rick-looking men Wolfwood cmon now-"

You ended up getting a bonk on the head from him, which led you to looking at Roberto, who downed another drink.

"What are you looking at me for?"

WHATCHU MEAN MY BOY ARE YOU REALLY NOT GONNA-

He really doesn't care lMAAOOO Most unphased man alive.

As long as no one dies!

And maybe after all of this time, even after those two years after what happened to July you guys will reunite again :)

You still a lil' shit tho

"does anyone have gum?"

"I haven't seen you in two years and you're asking me this?"

"...It was just a question..."

FUN TIMESSSSSS~

extra:

-you would wHIP THE NEWS AGENCY CAR ON A GOOD MORNING

-Meryl gets tired one night driving?

-"I'll drive for you!"

-Everyone regrets letting you touch that wheel.

-That poor car looks like if you were shaking a bag of skittles when you drive full speed over those sandy hills.

-You got Meryl thanking to god she put her seatbelt on

-Vash holding onto the back of the driver's seat for his life,, I think his nails left cuts in the seat itself jeez!

-Roberto's holding a hand out against your chest so you don't FLY out of your seat when you guys go airborne.

-And Wolfwood honestly wished the sandworms from earlier had eaten him.

-fuc- DID HIS PUNISHER JUST UNHOOK FROM THE ROOF-

-"STOP THE CAR STOP THE CAR!!"