#Sub! Carl Grimes

[baddiecarl]

can u write a fic where carl is really inexperienced and submissive (doesn’t call the reader mommy tho)? would be cool!! <3

Inexperienced sub!Carl Grimes x Soft dom!Reader

Little Bunny

Eeeeeek tysm for the request!! I may have gone a little overboard here (this is 5.9k words) but I hope you love it! I went for a service sub type vibe, if you were looking for something different or more specific then feel free to put in another request! Enjoy your sub!Carl sans mommy kink! (I also will write mommy kink in case anyone was wondering!👀)

Everyone is 18+

Content: 80% Porn with 20% plot, voyeurism, pillow humping, soft dom! reader, sub!Carl, Carl in subspace, pussy eating, pussy drunk Carl, unprotected sex, cowgirl, edging(sorta?), creampie, aftercare

You were walking through Alexandria after finishing your watch shift, catching up with people you came across while you made your way home.  As you were nearing your house, you saw Rick, Daryl, and Glenn walking down the street towards you. 

“Hey (y/n),”  Rick waved at you as you met in the middle, “How did your shift go?”  “Uneventful, so it was good,”  you quipped.  “Sounds good for our run then,”  Glenn said, nodding at Daryl and Rick.  “Would you tell Carl that we’re all planning on having dinner at Carol’s tonight?”  Rick proceeded to ask you.  “Yeah sure, I’ll go find him,”  Rick nodded his head at you in thanks before the three of them said goodbye and turned to leave.  

  You walk up the steps of your porch, suddenly starkly aware of how sweaty you feel.  You decide to head into your room to change your clothes before you look for Carl, your boyfriend of just a couple of months.  Walking into the house and starting up the stairs, just about halfway up, you heard something.  You couldn’t tell what exactly, just that it was some type of movement.  Out of reflex, you pulled your gun from your hip holster and stealthily walked up the rest of the way, following the noise down the hall…to your bedroom?  You stood in front of the door for a moment listening to the rustling noises until you figured out how you’d handle an intruder in your room.  With your gun still drawn, you opened the door quietly on its hinges.  

  You saw him immediately.  Carl lay on your bed with his back facing you and a pillow between his thighs that he was helplessly rutting against.  You put your gun back into your holster and leaned on the doorframe while you watched him pathetically hump your pillow, still fully dressed except for his hat that was sitting on your bedside table.  He let out quiet noises of frustration as he attempted to get any kind of relief through his jeans, each of his whimpers added to the heat that was building up in your core…but as if that wasn’t enough, he squeaked out a quiet and strangled moan of your name.  

  You felt your skin get hot as you felt your desires in full force and allowed them to drive your actions.  Stepping over to your dresser without Carl noticing, you unclipped your hip holster as quietly as possible and held it just a handbreadth above the wooden surface of the dresser before you abruptly dropped it with a clatter.  Carl jumped up immediately and turned to see you leaning on the dresser facing toward him,  “I’m…’m so sorry, I just…just,”  he stuttered as he tried to explain himself with a bright red face.  You shifted your weight fully back onto your feet and walked to where he now sat up on your bed, the pillow pushed behind him in a failed attempt to hide what he was doing.  

  “You just what, honey? Go on,”  you coaxed him with a sweet voice, leaning over slightly with a finger under his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.  “...wanted to lay in your bed while I waited for you to be done with your shift and then…”  he still avoided making eye contact with you as he spoke, looking at the floor every few seconds.  “And then you got distracted, huh? What distracted you, sweet boy?”  You didn’t fail to notice the way he nuzzled into your hand when you talked to him like this, deciding to play into it even more.  “Started thinking about you, baby…’m sorry,”  he looked up at you with one big, blue, puppy dog eye, tugging at your heartstrings the moment you saw it. 

  “Don’t be sorry, Carl, I’m your girlfriend! You don’t have to be so shy either, honey,”  you said as you looked down at him lovingly with your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down his soft freckled skin.  “I just…I don’t want to do anything wrong,”  He grumbled while his eye darted all over your face, trying to read your expression.  You couldn’t lie, you were nervous too, but seeing your boyfriend in this state brought a confidence out of you that you didn’t even know was there.  “How about I tell you exactly what to do then, sweetheart? That way you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head about doing anything wrong, right?”  You offered gently, not wanting to pressure him into anything he didn’t feel ready for.  

  Now it was your turn to read his expression.  His eye looked into both of yours, down to the floor, then back at you.  You saw his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and his Adam's apple bob when he nervously swallowed the spit that was accumulating in his mouth before he finally nodded at you.  “I need to hear you say yes or no, Carl,”  you pressed him for a verbal answer, “Y-yes please, (y/n),”  he said just above a whisper, still eagerly nodding his head up and down.  “Good job, baby,”  you said with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss him tenderly, licking his lip before you pulled away.  “Let’s get your clothes off first…then I want to watch you hump my pillow again, can you do that for me, pretty boy?”  Your instructions rang in Carl’s ears as he registered what you just asked of him, he shakily stood up, leaving an even smaller space between the two of you.  Reaching your hand up to the side of his face, you placed another gentle kiss on his lips before you stepped back to give him the space to undress.  

  You watched Carl kick off his shoes and shrug his flannel off of his shoulders as he made shy eye contact with you.  “Aren’t you going to undress too?”  He asked after he peeled off his sweaty shirt, making you focus entirely on his arms, chest, and abdomen.  “I will, don’t worry. I just want to give you my undivided attention right now, sweetie,”  he worked on his belt, mouth slightly agape while you spoke.  He looked like a deer in headlights as you just watched him while he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, fingers trembling with nerves as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, hesitating to pull them down.  

  “What’s wrong?”  Your voice was laced with concern.  “I’m sorry if I’m…not very-,”  you cut him off immediately.  “You better not say what I think you’re about to say, Carl Grimes,”  You stepped forward to stand in front of him before you continued, looking him dead in the eye, “You get a boner every time I sit on your lap. I know it’s not small.”  Your reassurance made the right corner of Carl’s lips quirk up in a sheepish grin.  You put your hands on his shoulders and pepper kisses all over his face while he pulls his pants and underwear down in one go and kicks them off his ankles.  Your eyes were half-lidded while you kissed his cheeks, nose, forehead, and jawline.  Carl let out quiet moans and moved his head along with your movements to give you the best access to keep kissing him, basking in the affection he was receiving.  All the while you could feel his cock poking you, he was rock hard but for some reason, he only seemed to be focused on your touch.  

  You really would love to stand there and do that for however long he would let you but you needed to see him unravel, and you needed to see it soon.  “Can you get on the bed and lemme see you hump my pillow? Do you still wanna do that for me, baby?”  You double-checked with him, doing your best to make him feel safe.  “Mhm,”  he sounded out as he nodded at you, looking at your lips with his pupil blown in lust. 

You slid your hands down his shoulders and held his hands as you led him to the bed, situating yourself against the headboard while Carl lay in front of you, timidly putting the pillow back between his legs.  “Don’t be nervous, baby. I just want you to finish what you were doing when I interrupted you,”  you spoke to him in a light-hearted tone, “I’m sure I startled you, but you looked so cute I couldn’t help myself,”  your sweet tone and gentle smile didn’t match desire in your eyes.  

  Carl felt like he was under a microscope.  Completely naked, being watched by his girlfriend who was still fully dressed.  The feeling made him squirm, it gave him butterflies and made him nervous…he also happened to find it extremely hot and automatically started rutting into the pillow while he stared into your eyes and bit his lip, trying to contain the delicate mewls that bubbled up in his throat.  “Come on, honey, let me hear the pretty noises you’re making,”  your voice was smooth and seductive and it made his mouth fall open in a gasp that was cut off by the loudest moan you’ve heard him let out so far.  Then you could only think of one thing: making him moan even louder than that.  

  You watched Carl continue to hump your pillow, his hair stuck to his forehead as his movements picked up and he allowed his soft moans and grunts to fall past his lips.  You sat forward and pulled your shirt off, exposing your bra and instantly catching Carl’s attention, “Oh-oh god, please take it off, baby, I wanna see you so bad,”  he said with a slight whine, staring at your chest.  Giggling at his desperation, you happily obliged him and unclasped your bra, let it fall off your shoulders and threw it to the floor.  Carl reached his hand out to you, “fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,”  he slurred out as he rubbed his hand up and down your calf, softly squeezing, still grinding himself on your pillow.  “You’re such a sweet boy, Carl,”  you smiled at him and put your hand on top of his, guiding it to the button on your shorts, “Could you help me get these off?”  You asked him coyly, knowing it would fluster him even further. 

  Carl put a pause on rutting against your pillow while he moved forward and brought both hands to undo the button with trembling fingers.  “I didn’t tell you to stop,”  you held onto one of his hands gently as you reached for the pillow with your free hand and situated it back under him.  He stares you down while he kneels in front of you, lowering himself to sit on the pillow, still leaning over you, ready to undo your button and zipper when you give him the say-so.  “Please keep going for me, sweetheart,”  you said, releasing your hold on his hands when he started moving against your pillow once more, allowing him to keep working on removing your shorts.  He was so eager to have you bare that he couldn’t focus on coordinating his hips.  You watched them stutter as his fingers shook while he slipped them under your waistband and began to tug on them.  You rested your hands on his shoulders and lifted your hips so he could pull down your shorts, leaving you in just your panties.  

  Honestly, you were surprised that he even left them on, fully expecting him to take them both off at the same time.  “Ungh, god those panties,”  he practically drooled over the sight of you, the way your panties hugged your hips and showed off your curves…and the way they fit just right to show the outline of your pussy lips.  That’s when Carl took you by surprise again.  Filling both his wishes and yours, he kept stroking his throbbing cock on your pillow while he lowered his head between your legs and took in a deep breath of your arousal.  “Carl! What are you doing?”  You didn’t expect an action like that from him with how shy he was, but the second he looked up at you again his eye was completely clouded over by lust and desire.  “So sorry baby, just smells so good, needed to…needed to…ungh,”  he grunted between inhales of your scent with his hands resting on your knees.  “Would you like to taste me then, sweetheart?”  You proposed to him with one of your eyebrows quirked up.  “Oh god, yes wanna taste you, baby…ah~… please tell me how,”  he slurred and whimpered against your legs. “Of course, sweet boy. Help me out of my panties?”  you purred at him. 

  Carl’s fingers dove to pull your underwear off, shimmying them down your legs.  The wet spot in the center of them caught his eye and made him moan; the thought of pleasing you sent him over the moon.  You placed your hand on the back of his neck and played with his long brown hair, pulling his attention back to you, more specifically, your glistening cunt. “Do you think you can keep riding that pillow while I tell you how to lick my pussy?”  with every instruction you gave him, the more he just wanted to do exactly what you said.  His mind was slipping to a space he had never been this far into, he hung on your every word and action…and you asked him to hump the pillow while he tasted you for the very first time so he’d do exactly that.  He snapped his head up to look at you and frantically nodded while mumbling barely coherent, rushed agreements.  “Yesplease, plea-show me, please I’ll do m’best,”  his hands roamed all over your body while his mumbled agreement turned into whiny begging, “Please, beautiful, show me how I can make you feel good.”  

  You got Carl positioned with the pillow between his legs and his head between your legs.  “Focus around here,”  you pointed to your clit, “but don’t be afraid to explore, that’s not the only place you can lick to make me feel good,”  you added when you saw his eye drop down to look at the wetness that was dripping from within you.  He breathed you in again before putting his head forward and licking a long, bold stripe from the bottom of your pussy all the way up to your clit.  You moaned instantly when you felt his hot tongue on you, egging him on, he dipped his tongue back down to lap up more of your essence.  You felt his tongue trace around your entrance as he began to drown himself in you, he prodded slightly into your slit, and the contact made you clench,  “AH-mmm,”  you cut your own gasp off with a moan.  “D-did that feel good?”  he pulled away and peered up at you, looking for your feedback on his experimental techniques.  “So, so good, baby. Just didn’t expect it is all,”  you giggled.  How can he come within millimeters of having his tongue inside you and still have that sweet puppy dog look on his face?  “Please keep doing it…I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.” 

  It wasn’t a lie, neither of you was very experienced, but you had more than Carl did.  Even still, you’ve never had anyone be this excited to eat you out, let alone be willing to fuck you with their tongue, so for Carl to do it unprompted was a complete shock to you.  

  Carl was more than happy to keep licking and prodding at the source of your heat and slick, he was back down there before you could finish asking him to keep going.  He continued where he left off, massaging his tongue around your opening while he worked up to stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside of you.  You moaned out as the sensation of his warm, wet tongue feeling around your walls (something you never knew you needed) made you clench again. Carl groaned deeply and it set a fire in him to push deeper into you, he wanted to make you moan over and over again, it was the only thing he could think about.  He pulled his tongue out of your drooling cunt and shoved it back in, eliciting more and more mewls from you; each of your moans was met with his own that were being muffled by your pussy.  You looked down, taking in the sight in front of you while he kept tonguing you.  He was true to his word, still humping your pillow, although, at this point, you’re not so sure it’s entirely voluntary with how worked up he is.  

  “Look at you, pretty boy!”  you cooed at him, making his eye flutter up to look at you while he french kissed your pussy.  “Still humping my pillow like a little bunny with your tongue inside me,”  he whined into you in response to your teasing praise.  “My little bunny,”  you moaned out breathlessly before you realized that Carl was probably painfully hard.  “Do you want to stop, honey?”  you asked through moans. “W-why?”  he looked like he was on the verge of tears when you said that.  “Oh no, it’s okay, sweet boy! I was just thinking that you’re probably uncomfortable from being so hard for this long, I thought you might want to cum?”  you did your best to reassure him but he wasn't having any of it.  Not until you came.  “No, please, wanna learn how to make ya’ cum first, please darlin’, ya’ said you’d teach me,”  he was completely pussy drunk, slurring and whining his way through his pleading.  Not to mention his use of the word “darling”, something he’s never called you before, but making a note to ask him to call you that more often, loving the way it made your heart melt.  

  “Okay, little bunny, focus your attention here now,”  you smirked and gestured to your clit once more.  Carl immediately dove down and started licking and sucking around your bud, making the occasional slurping noise while you helped him find a good pattern and rhythm.  “Yes, just like that, baby,”  you breathed out and brought your hands down to his head and tangled your fingers in his hair, involuntarily pulling his head closer to you.  He let out another groan into your pussy when he felt you tugging on his hair, his fingers pressed into your hips.  “Ohhh, doing such a good job for me, aren’t you?”  you crooned at him.  Carl reveled in your praise and kept licking, sucking, and slurping exactly the way you showed him, he had always been a fast learner and learning how to please his girlfriend was no exception.  Your moans grew louder and you started bucking your hips and grinding against his mouth.  With his hands still softly gripping the flesh of your hips, Carl pulled you in even closer, completely latching on and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.  

  “Holy shit, ah~ slow down for a second, baby,”  you forced out between gasps and moans.  “You’re doing such a great job, you’re getting me close already,”  you reassured Carl as you stroked his hair so he didn’t think he did anything wrong.  “M’close too,”  he pulls away from you and nuzzles his cheek into your thigh. “I thought so…I want you to cum at the same time I do, sweetheart. Do you think you can do that?”  You realized this could be a tall order for him in his syrupy headspace, but you couldn’t help the fact that you wanted to wrap your legs around his head while his hips faltered as he made a total mess of your pillow.  “Whatever you want, baby, I’ll do whatever you want,”  he whispered against your skin as he left wet, absentminded kisses from your inner thighs back to your aching clit.  

  “Such a good boy, Carl, doing such a good job for me,”  you kept praising him as he sloppily lapped at you, his saliva spread around your sopping cunt, mixing it with your slick.  You felt droplets of the mixture dribble down your ass, more and more accumulated and eventually dripped onto the bed as he hungrily made out with your pussy.  Your stomach began to tighten, your legs tensed up and your moans became uncontrollable as you started to get lost in the pleasure Carl was giving you.  Tugging his hair and bucking up to his mouth, your walls clenched repeatedly as you started to get closer to your orgasm again.  Carl whined pathetically as he stared up at you with his nose pressed against your mound, watching your face contort and mouth fall open into silent screams.  His attention fell to your tits, reaching his hands up to cup them and brush his fingers over your hardened nipples before he gave them a slight pinch, pulling a downright pornographic moan from your throat.  His eye snapped back up to your face, now looking down at him with blushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ shape.

  Carl loved the way you looked above him.  He thought you looked like a goddess and your moans were like a siren’s call that made him submerge himself in chasing your pleasure with you –possibly even enjoying this more than you were– drinking in everything you gave him.  “Mmmph, Carl… getting close baby,”  you let out a fairly pathetic whine of your own.  He released a short “mhm” into you.  He let you grind against his face as much as you wanted until you completely stilled your hips while your legs seized, he moved his hands back down to grip your hips to hold you still as your orgasm washed over you.  Screaming out incoherently about what a good job Carl was doing, how hard you’re cumming, and “Cum now, Carl, please! Want you to cum now!”  You squirmed in his hold as he slurped at you like it was the only thing that would keep him alive at that moment while his own orgasm ripped through him.  

  A guttural groan was pushed from his lungs as he stroked himself on the pillow.  Spurting a huge load onto it as he shook from the intensity, now lazily lapping at your clit while his hips finally slowed down after he shot out his last few ropes of cum.  You twitched slightly each time he grazed over your sensitive bundle of nerves while he licked up his spit as well as your slick and cum.  You released your grip on his hair and looked down at him, “You did so good, sweet boy, that felt amazing,”  you said as you gently pulled him up from between your legs, a string of spit and cum still connecting him to your pussy.  The whole area around his mouth and chin was covered in arousal and drool.  You wiped it off as much as you could and pulled him to your chest, both of you sweaty and panting.

  “Are you okay, Carl?”  You asked him, petting his hair, “Yeah…I’m good,”  he replied in a small voice in between pants.  “Good. You really did a great job, so proud of you,”  you placed little kisses at the top of his head, “such a good listener…and a quick study too,”  you noticed his hand roaming up to fondle your breast.  Clearly enjoying all the praise, he cuddled closer up to you and kissed all over your chest and you were taken aback when you felt his cock harden back up and dig into your hip.  “Do you want to keep going, honey?”  You asked him, craning your neck to see him better.  He kissed around your nipples, kitten-licking them as he rubbed his cock into the side of your hip.  He peered up at you with a needy look, “Tell me what you want, Carl,”  you cupped his cheek and looked at him sweetly. 

  “Can I…go inside please? Wanna feel you,”  he answered bashfully, falling even deeper into this headspace where he could let his mind turn to mush and just listen to your pretty voice telling him what to do.  “Alright. You should lay back though, little bunny, I bet your hips are tired,”  you teased him as you shifted him off of you and adjusted yourself to kneel above him, trapping both of his legs between your knees.  You saw his eye travel all over your body, taking in all of you.  The way your tits looked from right below, the curves your ribcage made that led into your waist, the smooth skin on your stomach and the slopes of your hips.  Looking down, you saw his hands twitch nervously, not knowing what to do with them.  You reach out and slowly take one of his hands and place it on your hip, “You might need something to hold onto,” you told him with a mischievous grin, fully intending on making him babble and whine from being so fucked out.  

  You took his hard cock into your hand and gave it a couple of strokes before you slid the tip of it along your soaking wet pussy, the sensation had Carl breathing heavily and letting out strangled curses.  “Ahh, hooo-fuck, fuck (y/n)...Please just…ohh goddd,”  he breathed out non-sensical pleas as you finally lined your entrance up with his throbbing cock and started to sit, his tip pushing into you.  Your breath caught in your throat as you sat fully, sheathing his length within you, squeezing him tightly with your gummy walls, trying to get used to his size.  You lean forward and press your chest against his, “Feels so good, baby,”  you moan into his ear, “Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?”  He nodded quickly and whined into your shoulder.  You feel him shudder under your touch as you trail your fingertips up and down his biceps.  His hands hung onto your hips while you ground down onto him, making his face twist in pleasure.

  “Tell me how good it feels to have me wrapped around you, pretty boy,”  you told him as you started to slowly lift your hips and dropped them back down, sucking him into your heat over and over.  “S-so…you’re so warm…so wet,” Carl struggled to get the words out.  “Squeezing me so tight…so perfect, baby, never wanna leave,”  his slurred words were muffled by your shoulder.  “Good boy,”  you cooed at him and kissed along his jawline, to his chin and up to his plush lips before you sat up and put your hands on his chest to balance yourself.  “You feel good too, y’know? So hard…”  you said in a low voice as you picked up your hips, “And you fill me up just right,”  you suddenly sheathed yourself back onto his cock.  “Just like you were made for me, huh? Don’t you just fit inside me so well?”  Carl couldn’t do anything but nod his head at your filthy words while he made the lewdest sounds you’d ever heard.  His hands traced up your waist and moved up to splay his fingers over your ribs, fingertips grazing the soft flesh of your underboob as his hands languidly traveled up to paw at your tits.  

  You kept bouncing up and down, repeatedly slamming your hips onto Carl’s.  The poor boy kept trying to talk but every time he tried to speak, sweet little sobs would fall from his lips, “Y-yeah- ungh! Ah…made f’you! Please…”  he cried out.  “What are you saying please for, baby? Do you even know?”  Maybe you were being a touch too cruel but the way he looked up at you when you asked him that was priceless, you just couldn’t keep yourself from teasing him.  There’s a blank but desperate look in his eye as he stares at you with his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth.  You rode him faster, clenching down and angling yourself, making his cock hit your g-spot over and over as you fuck yourself onto him, getting you and Carl closer to your second orgasm. 

  “Babe oh god…gon-mmmph…I,”  Carl made more useless attempts at speaking before you stopped him.  “Aww what’s wrong, sweetie? You gonna cum?”  Your voice laced with playful condescension, “Can’t hold it anymore, huh, baby? How long have you been holding on?”  You drew attention to the feeling that’s been bubbling up since you got on top of him.  A single tear slipped out of the corner of his eye as he gritted his teeth, doing his best to hold on as long as he could.  “Look at you, pretty boy,”  you cooed at him, “Trying so hard to fight it, being such a good boy trying to wait for me,”  he really was being such an obedient boy for you, the sight of him biting his lip and groping your tits while he laid there and took everything you were willing to give him like a champ.  You knew he was hanging on by a thread at this point and it wouldn’t take much more to snap the thread.  

  You started to lose yourself in the moment as well, the telltale tightening in your stomach threatening to come undone at any second, making your walls flutter erratically around Carl’s cock.  “Oh fuck, Carl,”  your head lolled back as you felt the clenching turn into full-blown spasms, involuntarily starting to grind more than bounce now.  You couldn’t focus on anything as your vision turned white.  Carl tried so hard to warn you that he was dangerously close to releasing his seed inside of you but the intensity sucked the air out of his lungs.  His knees buckled and his toes curled as he instinctively bucked his hips up into yours, fucking his jizz into your still convulsing pussy.  “Fuuuck,”  he cried out in a high-pitched, whiny voice.  You didn’t really absorb it, it sounded like there was water in your ears.  Your body tingled and you couldn’t even tell if you were moving your hips on purpose or if you were so zoned out that you just never stopped doing it and didn’t realize.  

  Carl could finally train his eye back onto you.  Tired, blissed-out eyes, blushed cheeks, covered in sweat, hair sticking to your skin.  “...like a goddess,”  his hushed words pulled you out of the trance you were in, your hearing returning to you.  You look down at him to see him already analyzing your features.  “What was that, pretty boy?”  You asked him as you lay down on his chest, propped up slightly on your elbows with his softening dick still inside you.  His eye snaps to yours as if he’s shocked you heard him.  

  “Just…you…look like a goddess,”  he spoke, still trying to catch his breath, “I was thinking that the whole time, you looked so pretty,”  his body started to relax under your weight.  “You looked amazing yourself, pretty boy,”  you kissed all over his face again.  “You make some really cute faces, did you know that? You look up at me like a puppy and hang your mouth open when something feels too good,”  you tell him, watching a goofy smile appear on his face, nerves fading slowly after realizing you were just as thrilled about what happened as he was.

  “Hold on, sweet boy, do you mind if I get up?”  Carl nodded at you, preparing to leave the comfort of your warmth, moaning quietly as you pulled yourself up onto your knees with shaky thighs.  He watched his cum ooze out of you after his soft cock was unsheathed from your stuffed cunt, eye rolling back in his head at the sheer sight of it.  A soft sigh leaves your lips as well, you situate yourself next to him and move him gently to rest his head on your stomach.  “How do you feel, baby?”  You knew it had to be weird for him to cope with the fading syrupy feeling.  “Good…tired…weird,”  he melted into your touch.  “Yeah, I bet, honey. Do you wanna take a shower and get cleaned up?”  You felt him nod, “But I wanna lay here for a little longer.”  “Of course, baby,”  you smile down at his mess of tangly brown hair that you were most definitely going to have to help him detangle in the shower.  

  You reach for his hair and twirl pieces of it around your fingers, trying to nurture his sub-space so he feels safe enough to go into this headspace with you again in the future.  As you lay there with him curled up next to you, completely naked and reeking of sex, you felt like you were forgetting something.  

  You thought about what it could be, looking around your room to see if anything would jog your memory.  The pillow Carl was humping? No, that wasn’t it…you knew you had to wash it but that was a given and couldn’t have been what you had forgotten.  You looked on the floor next to the bed, searching the piles of clothes for some type of clue.  Still no.  You look at your dresser, your eyes landing on your gun and holster, remembering how this whole situation started.  Catching Carl in your bed and watching him until you let your gun slip out of your hand and clunk against the dresser and…no before all that, focus.  You remember walking into your house to change your clothes before looking for your boyfriend to tell him…something…what was it?  

  “Hey, darlin’?”  Carl asked in a small, sleepy voice, reminding you of one thing you had almost forgotten.  “Yeah, baby?”  “Are you as hungry as I am?”  

THAT’S IT!  

“Right!! Dinner at Carol’s!”  In a sudden moment of realization, your voice came out louder than you meant and it made Carl jump.  “Oops sorry, baby,”  you giggled as you put your hand on his back, rubbing in soothing circles.  He turned to you with a look of amusement and confusion, “So dinner at Carol’s?”  He said.  “Yeah, your dad told me to find you and tell you. I bumped into him on my way back from my shift and I thought I’d change out of my sweaty clothes,”  you looked to the pile of shed clothing on the floor before looking back at Carl.  “So uh yeah…dinner at Carol’s and one more thing, Carl?”

“Yeah?”

“You have got to call me ‘darling’ more often, pretty boy,”  you put your thumb and index finger on each side of his jaw, making his lips form a slight pout, “You don’t even know how sweet you sound when you say it, do you?”  You look deeply into his eye, making him giggle and blush like an idiot.  His laughs die down and you just sit on the bed and enjoy the moment for all it has to offer.

*After chilling in bed for a bit*  

“We stink,”  you told Carl, trying to get him to stand up from the bed.  “Wouldn’t be the first or last time,”  he argued, not wanting to stand for some reason.  “I thought you said you wanted to shower? And aren’t you hungry too?”  Now you were just confused.  Why is he acting all shy again?  “C’mon, we can’t show up to dinner looking or smelling like this.”  You grabbed his arms and tried to pull him to his feet.  

Now you understand. 

He wobbled onto his feet like a newborn horse, nearly falling to his knees.  “Oh my god, Carl!”  You laughed as you supported him.  “Yeah, yeah. It’s real funny.  Just wait, I’m gonna have you like this soon enough.”  He mumbled as you walked helped him hobble to the bathroom.  “Looking forward to it, little bunny.”  That might be an even more apt nickname for him than you had originally thought.    

Me again! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I've been trying to find a new job so that's been taking up a lot of my time lately which super sucks :( But anyway, I hope that you liked this!

And as always, if you notice any mistakes please let me know! I read over my stories so many times before I post them so I glaze over some things from time to time. I'll come back to this soon and look it over again but I was just so excited to get this posted!

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[t0yac1d]

MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL 😍😍 I am insatiable and your writing is soooo *chefs kiss*

Since we’ve deprived him so badly, what about overstimulation? Completely milking his cock until he’s begging for a break 🥺🥺

(Side-note: happy birthday!!)

Hrs & Hrs (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, p in v, sub!Carl, praise

Notes: I have so many Carl requests coming in so I'm happy to know that you guys enjoy them! And thank you for the birthday wish my love!

Word Count: 395

His body trembled, shaking and sweaty. His hair stook to his skin and his chest heaved. Breath airy and voice horse. His head was empty, dumb off the way you bounced on his cock.

His hands gripped and groped at your ass, tits, hips and thighs. He held you tight and close to him, he was overstimulated, you've already made him cum multiple times, and that was just from you giving him a blow job.

He didn't think he could cum anymore but from the amount of times he filled you, he found out he in fact could cum more.

His cum dripped out of your hole and soaked the sheets under you guys. He made you cum a number of times but you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you to the brim.

Carl whined as he came again, nails digging into your thighs. You stopped bouncing and started grinding against him, rolling your hips.

"Can't..can't cum anymore.." he stuttered, "Yes you can, I know you can. Just one more time, please baby?"

He pulled you close to him, your chest on his. He rested his head on your shoulder. "Give me one more, just one?" you pleaded, kissing his face and neck.

As much as he wanted a break, he also wanted to please you, to keep you happy and full. He looked up at you and gave you a nod. His lids were low from exhaustion but for you, he'd do anything.

You smiled and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, "Thank you, pretty."

He loves that, loves when you smile, when you kiss him all sloppily, when you thank him, and especially when you praise him. He loves hearing those words fall out your mouth.

That "one more" turned into a couple more. "You said one more," he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. "This isn't o-one more.."

"I know baby..I'm sorry, fuck, this is the last one- ah! s-shit..I promise,"

"T-this better be the last one..please be the last one..please.."

He babbled in the crook of your neck, pleads spilling from his lips. Your hips stuttered for the nth time, cumming around his cock once again and panting in his ear.

"You know how I said that this was the last one?"

"Uh huh.."

"How about one more.."

"Nooo,"

"Please Carl, baby pleaseee,"

#smut #smut smut smut #smutty #smut smut fic #fem reader #female reader #anon ask #sub!carl grimes #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes smut #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd carl #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x you

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

cuddles || sub!carl grimes x reader

warnings: 18+ , tit-sucking, mommy kink (carl calls reader ‘momma’), hair gripping. grinding.

you woke up with a hot, warm breathe breathing against your boobs. you looked down to see carl completely wiped out on your boobs, mouth open whilst breathing heavily. you moved a bit, trying to get comfortable. you felt carl’s arm tighten against your waist, he groaned seeming annoyed.

you looked over at the clock. shit. only 30 minutes until you bothhad to go on patrol. “carl.” you tried to gently move his head off of your chest. he denied that and buried his face farther into your chest.

“momma.” he yawned, he pulled you closer. his mouth latched back onto your tit, lightly sucking.

“carl, baby, we need to get ready for patrol we can’t be late again.” you complained. you couldn’t be late again, carol had told you that if you and carl were late again, she would change both of your timings so you weren’t partners on patrol.

“nu uh.” you felt him shake his head against you tit, “doesn’t matter if we’re late, they won’t notice.” he removed his mouth and gave your nipples kitty licks. you moaned, “carl.” your hand immediately went to his hair, pulling gently. he aswell moaned out against your boobs, the vibration sending waves to your pussy. you had to ignore this feeling, you really couldn’t afford to be late. you had begged carol to change the timings so you and carl could be partners, he would regret messing this up.

you moaned, pulling his hair harder this time. you felt him grinding against your leg.

well, you guess you and carl won’t be patrol partners anymore.

not proofread !!

#carl grimes #the walking dead #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #fanfiction #smut #twd smut #sub!carl grimes

[suprgamr66]

Writer comment: This is the uncut version of something I had to submit to school that I wanted to see the light of day because what I had to submit, in my opinion, sucked compared to this. I hope you guys enjoy the first of the infinitewatch chronicles

The Infinite Watch Chronicles: The Omniversal Dead

By: suprgamr66

As the fight goes on, the stone castle Scorpion and Sub-zero were fighting Havik in stayed cold and filled with gold in the room they were in. An ominous bowl of lava was staring them down, almost begging to send someone into it. Scorpions red ninja outfit stained with havik’s blood as his limbs and body regenerates every injury. Sub-zero freezes Havik in place with an ice ball. Havik’s vest and white pants glistening in the ice. As scorpion goes to deal a final blow, a bright white light flashes and they’re all suddenly transported to a dark forest. They can hear someone threatening a group in a cocky voice. Scorpion says, “maybe we should form a temporary alliance with havik until we get back home. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Havik has a look in his eyes that appears to mean that he agrees. Sub-zero says,

“If he betrays us I will rip off his head. I don’t care how many times it grows back.” Scorpion melts the ice keeping havik encased. Havik’s raspy voice says,

“Thank you” once his head is freed from the ice. Once his entire body is out of the ice they weave through the thick forest before they find a clearing, where a man in a leather jacket is pacing, pointing a bat wrapped in barbed wire at people as he passed them, surrounded by a large group of people, like some sick game of duck duck goose. Sub-zero said,

“Hold our position here, I want to see what he does”. The man in the leather jacket says,

“Eenie, meenie, miney, you” and he hits a man with red hair and red mustache. Blood starts pouring out of his head. “LOOK AT THIS GUY! TOOK A HIT TO THE HEAD AND IS TAKING IT LIKE A CHAMP!” The man straightens his back and in a deep angry voice says,

“drink… my… almond milk”. Havik seemed to enjoy seeing this however Scorpion and Sub-zero seemed utterly shocked by the attack the man had performed. The man continued smashing the head until it was nothing but a bloody pulp on the ground. A man in the center said,

“I will kill you. Not today, not tomorrow, but someday.” As the man in the leather jacket begins to walk away he is punched by a man in a denim jacket but is held back from doing anymore by some of the people surrounding the people in the middle. The man gets back up after getting punched and says,

“Back to it” and hits another man on the head. This time the hit was harder and caused the eye to pop out of the socket. Havik leaned forward as if watching his favorite show while Scorpion and Sub-zero were disgusted and shocked by what had been done.

“This is not honor”, Sub-zero said.

“You’re right brother”, Scorpion replied. The man who was hit over the head started stuttering as if struggling to speak. The man in the leather jacket says,

“Woah, I can’t tell but it looks like you’re trying to speak! But you just took one heck of a hit and got hit so hard your eye popped out of your socket”. The man who’s eye is popped out stutters the words,

“Maggie… I will find you”. The man in the leather jacket realizes who he was to Maggie and regrets his decision saying,

“Ah heck. I know this is hard for you. But you have to learn. No exceptions.” He finishes finishes the job, a little quicker this time but still beating the head to a pulp. Scorpion says,

“We must help them” Sub-zero replies,

“While I want the glory of saving these people and killing that man it is not worth it right now. We need to wait until he leaves. We can kill him when he comes back.” Scorpion nods but Havik appears impatient. The man in the leather jacket takes the man who threatened to kill him into a RV. They drive away which Sub-zero sees as his chance to save those captured. He says, “alright, come on, let’s go” scorpion throws his arrow head that’s attached to a chain, it hits a man and he bellows in a deep voice,

“GET OVER HERE!” And he pulls the chain, ripping out the heart which he sets on fire and kicks back, hitting leaked gas lines and causing an explosion setting multiple people on fire. Sub-zero freezes others, crushing their heads upon reaching them, causing blood to spill on the ground. Havik goes in and rips off is arm using it as a bat against two people blood spilling as the heads are knocked off. His arm regrows and he punches another person so hard his hand breaks of and there’s just two arm bones. He stabs a man in the stomach with his bones and rips a hole causing the man’s intestines to fall out. One man runs to try and find where the man in the leather jacket went. After all the people surrounding the others were dead, Scorpion and Sub-zero went to aid the others but havik appeared to be in pain as a he regrew his hand. The people who’d been surrounded, looking stunned, stared at their rescuers as they were brought back to their feet. A boy in a sherif’s hat asked,

“Did you make sure to destroy all the heads?” Sub-zero replied

“It’s too inefficient to aim only for the heads.” The boy responded,

“No. You have too. Where have you been the past two years.” Sub-zero looked at the boy in confusion before havik screamed out in pain. Everyone turned to look at him as one of the people killed was biting havik’s arm. Scorpion quickly threw out the spear head on a chain. It hit the dead man in the head and upon contact scorpion pulled it back ripping the head off. The man in the denim jacket says,

“We’re lucky it was just the arm. We can amputate to save him.” Without hesitation Sub-zero grabs havik by the wrist, turning it to ice and shatters the arm, leaving ice shards all over the ground. But, havik screams out in pain as the arm fails to grow back and blood flows from the wound. Stunned Sub-zero takes a step back, confused as scorpion moves in and creates fire in his hand, cauterizing the wound on contact with the wound. Havik screams out when the flame makes contact. After an agonizing minute of screaming Havik’s arm grows back. Sub-zero asks,

“What happened? You haven’t had any problems regrowing any part of your body before.” Havik responds,

“I don’t know, it feels like my powers have been weakened since arriving here. I’m not sure I can regrow my limbs anymore.” After this, they all go around, stabbing the heads of the dead that haven’t already had their heads destroyed or brain trauma. Scorpion asks,

“What is happening and where in the world are we.” The boy in the hat says,

“Welcome, to when the dead have risen. My names carl, that man’s name is Daryl.” He points to the man in the denim jacket, Carl continues, “That girl over there is named Sasha and depending on how long you were watching us, that’s Maggie.” Carl points to a girl sitting and crying over the remains of one of the people killed by the man in the leather jacket. “The girl over there with the sword is Michone” Carl says. “We lost good men today,” carl continued. “Can you help us?” Scorpion replied,

“Of course. What honor would we have if we didn’t help the weak.” Suddenly, they all hear rustling leaves and they see one of the men that escaped however he’d been captured by another man. Carl had a horrified look on his face as he whispered,

“The governor”

“Who?” Sub-zero asked.

“The governor” carl responded. “He drove us from our last home but died in the process”

“Then how is he here?” Scorpion asked

“I don’t know.” Carl replied. “But we need to kill him now, before he c-.” Before Carl can finish his sentence Sub-zero freezes the governor and scorpion throws his spear chain into the governor’s head and rips it from the body.

“Problem solved.” Havik says. Scorpion throws his chain again but this time wraps it around the man that the governor had.

“What is your name,” scorpion growls. The man replies,

“Simon. I’m Negan’s second in command.”

“Who’s Negan,” scorpion asks.

“I’m Negan,” Simon grunts at him. Scorpion looks confused until Carl says,

“They all call themselves Negan. It’s some form of loyalty I think.” Scorpion says,

“I guess Negan was the one who killed all those people. Well if he’s the second in command maybe we can trade for that guy back.” Carl says,

“That guy is my father and the leader of my group. I’ll kill Negan if he kills him.” Scorpion nods. Daryl says,

“His name is Rick. He’s like a brother to me.” Suddenly, the trailer comes back. The same one Negan had taken Rick in. As Negan comes out he is filled with shock as he sees all his men except Simon who was being held hostage to trade for Rick.

“What happened here,” Negan said in an angry booming voice.

“What happened is we saved these people you were killing without honor.” Sub-zero responds. Havik snarls as he looks at Negan. Rick looks just as shocked but does have a look of slight relief when seeing what was left of his group still alive. Scorpion says,

“We will trade your second in command, Simon, for rick.” Before Negan can respond, there’s a giant gold flash and a giant humanoid figure explodes from the trees. Everybody screams except Havik, Scorpion, and Sub-zero who jump back with a look of determination in their eyes. Before anybody can do anything, the titan reaches down and grabs Negan, throws him in the air, and eats him.

“What the f—,” Scorpion is cut off as a man in a red suit shows up and says

“Hey hey, let’s keep this pg.”

“Who are you,” Scorpion says.

“Hi, I’m Deadpool. We aren’t supposed to curse here. The writer needs to submit this to school.” Scorpion stands there confused and asks,

“What?” Deadpool responds,

“Don’t worry about it. You probably won’t survive long enough to know who he is. I’ve seen the story plan.” Scorpion shakes his head in confusion as a man in full black armor from head to toe with a silver visor and a glowing yellow V emanating from the visor.

“Hello,” the armored man says. “I don’t have time to explain my soldier here. However, you want to get home right? Join us and we’ll get you and your allies back to your home universe.” Scorpion responds,

“What do I need to do.”

“Kill anybody who doesn’t have an armor similar to mine.” Without hesitation scorpion turns to Deadpool, notices he doesn’t have an armor, pulls out his spear and chain, and stabs Deadpool through the heart.

“WHAT THE FLAPJACKS!” Laughing, infinite says,

“Not him. One he can’t die. Two he refuses to wear his armor due to that fact.” Deadpool says,

“Oh shut up you genocidal maniac.” Scorpion looks at Deadpool, then the armored man says,

“He’s just a little insane. Don’t worry. My name’s infinite by the way.” Scorpion replies,

“I will honor this agreement infinite. However, should you make an attempt to commit genocide as Deadpool appears to think, I will not hesitate to cut your head off and end all you stand for.” As he says this another flash, similar to when the first titan showed up. This one appears to be covered in some form of armor. He see’s subzero go to attack the first titan. He freezes the entire body and shatters it killing the titan. However the second titan grabs Sub-zero and before he can react crushes him. Blood spilling from its hand where sub-zero had once been. Deadpool says,

“Honestly I can’t remember the story plan but I at least he died when he was supposed to.” Scorpion was distraught as his brother had just been killed right in front of his eyes. What was left of sub-zero’s body splashed onto the ground in all the blood that had spilled after being crushed. Suddenly, chaos sprung. Cracks in reality started appearing everywhere. People that scorpion had never seen before began spilling from them. There was a clown that appeared to be dancing before biting havik’s head off killing him. Scorpion exclaimed,

“What in the actual f—“ Deadpool cut in,

“Hey! I told you we need to keep it clean. He needs to submit this and if I’m guessing correctly this rough draft is already way off the word limit.” Scorpion responds

“I still don’t understand what you’re talking about and don’t care. My brother was just killed before my eyes and a man who should be able to come back from anything is dead from a clown biting his head off.” Deadpool responds,

“Yeah this is kinda dark. I may enroll the writer in therapy after this is over.” Scorpion says,

“Just stop. You need to stop.” Deadpool changes the subject saying,

“Look over there, they aren’t wearing armor.” Scorpion says,

“No. I can’t kill them. I just saved them. That would be cruel.” Deadpool says,

“Fine, don’t go home infinite’s a man of his word but if you don’t hold true neither will he.” Scorpion says,

“Fine.” He walks over to carl, uncertain as to what he’s doing. He draws his sword and as Carl sees what he’s doing his eyes grow wide with fear. He draws his gun but scorpion is too fast. Before Carl can pull the trigger he teleports behind him and uses his spear chain to stab in in the head. Blood splatters from the wound and Carl falls to the ground, dead. Maggie screams and charges at scorpion but when she’s in range Scorpion draws his sword which he had previously sheathed after killing Carl, and partially cuts her head in half horizontally. He see’s Sasha and throws his spear and chain. Piercing her head and ripping it off of her body. Michone draws her sword and briefly duels as the steel sparks but she’s no match for the trained ninja of the Lin Kuei. She’s cut in half vertically at the end of the duel, blood pooling around her halves. Suddenly, a man who appeared to be around five foot three shoots through one of the cracks with fury in his eyes. He shot what appeared to be cables on the trees swinging around using some kind of gear he killed the armored titan with some sort of rocket explosive before it could do anymore damage. Scorpion took his chance and teleported behind him. Scorpion smashed the man to the ground with a swift, fiery, kick. He dropped to the ground and stabbed the man in the chest. Before he could die, the man began speaking Japanese. Scorpion asked,

“Who?” The man, with his last breath said,

“Berahtoldt.” Scorpion turns to Deadpool and asks,

“Who’s berahtoldt?” Deadpool responds,

“Flappy bird!” Scorpion looks confused before Deadpool continues, “berahtoldt Hoover is the holder of the colossal titan. If he’s here we need to kill him before he can transform.” Scorpion was confused but rightly filled with fear. Suddenly Deadpool points to a man in similar gear compared as the man scorpion had just killed. Without hesitation scorpion throws his chain, stabbing Berahtoldt in the head, this time he didn’t rip the head off. Instead he sent a fire ball down the chain and exploded his head. Blood splattering everywhere. Suddenly someone who appeared to be a 9th grade English teacher was running across the battle field however there was a red glow in her eyes. Believing this to be another enemy he sprints forward and cuts her in half, blood and intestines spilling from her body. Scorpion begins a blind rage killing almost anybody in his path blood staining his once yellow suit turning it a dark red. So many bodies of other universally people were littering the ground. Even the clown that had killed havik. Suddenly he sees someone appear through another crack in reality and he charges forward and stabs the man only to realize it was fire god liu kang. Scorpion gasps and says,

“Lord liu kang!” He coughs up blood and says,

“Still a warrior I see.” Scorpion, distraught screams out of devastation. The man Rick walks over. Also devastated, knowing what scorpion had done, shoots him in the head. Blood splattering everywhere he walks off. However, before long infinite realizes how big a mess everything had become and he places a dark purple crystal on the ground. He shoots a dark purple lighting bolt from his finger tips which begins destabilizing the crystal. He calls out to Deadpool saying,

“They’re all dead. We’ll handle the other disturbed timelines later. I just destabilized the crystal we need to go.” Deadpool responds,

“Why can’t we stay, I like this place, it’s chaotic” infinite shoots back,

“It’s chaotic because of what wasn’t supposed to happen. You know no universe is this chaotic.” The blood stained ground near the crystal started getting vaporized and destroyed. “Deadpool! It’s time to go!” Infinite yells.

“Fine, but you owe me a trip the chaos realm.” Deadpool groans. Infinite responds,

“Fine, just come on.” As they leave the entire universe is vaporized by the crystal and destroyed. Not a single trace of the universe was left and where once a mighty universe stood there was simply nothing.

#mortal kombat #scorpion #sub zero #mortal kombat havik #liu kang #the walking dead #pennywise #attack on titan #the armored titan #the attack titan #berhatoldt Hoover #the colossal titan #marvel #deadpool #twd negan #carl grimes #rick grimes #daryl dixon #michonne #twd maggie #glenn twd #Abraham twd #Sasha twd

[sleepyangelkami]

PERVERTED II c.grimes

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 3.5K

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.

 ☆ WARNINGS - smut, slight angst, somnophilia, thigh riding (kinda), fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, wet dreams, sex dreams, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, noncon, heavy manipulation, use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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"you sure you don't wanna come?" rick questioned as he took a box from his son, landing it inside the back of the truck. "we could use the help."

carl watched his dad place a hand on his hip before shaking his head, hand on his hat. "no, i promised y/n i'd stay over. can't miss saturday sleepover can i?" he'd laughed yet he knew he wouldn't wish to miss it for the world, either. rick gave him a look, lips slightly perking up as if he knew something. "what?"

rick wasn't born yesterday either. he was well aware what it was like to have a silly crush, especially at that age. but this... this was much different. "nothin'" before packing in the last box. "you be good, alright? don't ruin the house while glenn and maggie are gone."

the two were going on the supply run with him, along with many more of the fighters. "bye, dad." watching him get into the rusted car.

and so, the day went on.

by the time lunch rolled around, carl still hadn't seen you. however, he wasn't entirely alone. he soon found ron who decided to help him look for you. in return, you'd also be looking for his also missing girlfriend, enid.

"they're always running off." ron muttered under his breath. he knew enid was close with you, possibly your best friend had carl not been thrown into the mix. enid was always running off with you, slinging you around by the arm. "hey, what's the deal with you two anyway?" carl's head peeked up, brows knitting together. "is she like your girlfriend or something?"

his mind moved like puzzle pieces. girlfriend. carl had never had a girlfriend before but he was pretty sure you had to kiss and all that to actually be in a relationship. then again, you don't touch yourself with your 'friend's panties sitting on your dick. he cleared his throat. "no... no we're not together."

saying you were his friend didn't seem all too right but saying you weren't his girlfriend didn't seem right either. you were something.

but ron didn't look convinced, rolling his eyes with his brows raising slightly. "whatever, dude." was it really all that obvious to everyone aside from you? carl thought that if there was a competition on the most oblivious person alive, you'd win.

but perhaps that was the easier option. would he have preferred you to know? everything seemed so easy with the fact that you were so oblivious. it was like a reminder that he could do anything he wanted right under your nose.

"finally." hearing the mutter from ron, carl looked up. this was when he was met with the sight of you, as pretty as ever, sat next to enid on a bench near the town's pond.

carl could barely look at you. the way you sat with your legs folded, smiling away innocently, completely unaware of what he'd done last night. you wore a pretty skirt, enough to slightly hike up your legs, giving carl a view of the pretty plush of your thighs.

he could only imagine digging his hands around the plush, holding it and kneeding the skin. he could only imagine grasping your thighs, holding them close while he rammed his di―

"there you guys are!" ron exclaimed causing carl to shake his head, ridding himself of the thoughts he'd been having. "carl and i were looking all over for you." he had this voice he used when he spoke to girls, one that carl could guarantee was not the voice he used with him.

enid only rolled her eyes. the sight of her boyfriend and carl was enough to have her smile drop. "well, we weren't looking for you." she mumbled. some may say she didn't like anyone aside from you, not even her own boyfriend. carl didn't think there was much of a point of being with someone that you didn't even like. "hence the getaway pond."

ron must have thought she was joking because he came up to pinch her side and kiss her cheek. the sight alone had carl's stomach turning.

however, the sweet sound of your lulling voice was enough to bring him back. "hi, carl." you beamed at him, smile as wide as ever. he hadn't even registered you moving from the bench to his side. all he remembered was the feeling of you snaking in next to him, your body so close. suddenly, he felt so dirty. "we were feeding the ducks." smiling like a child on christmas. you always smiled like that, like you had a thousand things to be smiling about. it always made carl wonder if you were truly made for this world at all.

when he was around you, he was fighting off his own smile. yours was so contagious. the way his lips curved upwards told you he was happy for you, he always was. "that's great ba― y/n." correcting himself as his expression faltered, smile wavering.

he watched as your entire face fell.

he was unable to bring himself to call you those cute names. baby, sweetheart, like an old couple who'd spent their entire lives together. he couldn't bring himself to say such things after he imagined himself fucking you just the night before. it didn't seem right, not when you were so oblivious to the dirtiness behind his words.

the smile wiped clean from your face, carl was sure you could have cried.

you reminded him somewhat of a kicked puppy.

he'd been the one to kick you.

he never called you y/n, unless speaking to someone else like his father or even ron. this was because they'd hardly understand who you were if he was referring to you as sweetheart.

the point was, he only used your name if it was wholeheartedly necessary.

you wondered what'd changed.

your mind ran back to the night before. when he'd entered your house, looking awfully suspicious and at the sight of you, he practically rushed out the door. had you done something wrong? your heart ached at the idea that you may have upset him. a heart of gold, some people said you had. carl had to beg to differ. the look on your face explained all he needed to know, a heart of mere paper.

he regretted it the moment he said it.

he knew how you got, how all up in your head you could be. he could only imagine how you'd be for the rest of the day, going over every interaction you've ever had with the boy and wondering where everything went wrong, where you messed up.

the moment your name slipped from his lips, he thought it may have been better to call you anything else in the entire world. even if it was laced with the dirty undertone.

he felt your body move slightly away from his, eyes cast down on the ground to avoid any glances. "'m gonna go see aaron." you announced, rather loudly too.

"okay." enid responded, her eyes glancing you over before turning to carl, a slight glare, if you will. she didn't particularly like carl, though carl hadn't the foggiest idea why. perhaps it was because she was so protective of you. carl had to roll his eyes, if anyone knew what was good for you, it was him. "don't stay out too late."

you didn't respond, grasping your bag that sat at the bench before turning onto the footpath.

carl had to purse his lips. "wrong way." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.

with slightly wide eyes, you realised he was right. spinning around on your heel, you began walking left instead of right. "thanks." you mumbled under your breath before continuing your walk to one of your favourite people in the entirety of alexandria.

back at the pond, carl was cursing himself under his breath before turning around to find two accusing pair of eyes sat on the bench. one pair belonged to enid, the other to ron. "what did you do?" was enid's accusing tone, her face hard as stone. carl was on the receiving end of this look very often, he didn't fear it... well, he feared it a little but not as much as before... okay he feared it.

"what do you mean what did i do?" he instantly fell to defending himself. despite the fact that he knew he was the reason for your declining mood. "i didn't do anything."

whether it was to intimidate carl or that she smelled the sort of fish smell of ron that carl had smelt earlier, she perked up on the bench, loosening her boyfriend's arm across her shoulder. "she looks like a deflated balloon." she argued.

"yeah." ron nodded his head. carl couldn't stop the glare he sent his way, what did he know. "everyone knows aaron's like her very own guidance councillor, his boyfriend too." he shrugged his shoulders. "whatever you did, i'd say fix it quick."

the brunette boy only glared at the couple. "thanks guys, for that enlightening advice. but i don't need it, okay? i didn't do anything."

on the contrary, he was well aware that it was his fault. he needed to fix it and he needed to fix it fast but he didn't need enid and ron whispering in his ears. nobody knew you like carl, they didn't know what they were talking about. they hadn't seen you crying over some stupid movie you watched. they didn't see you smiling the way he did, they didn't take notice like him.

they'd never understand what it was like to know you. only carl would. and he'd make sure of that.

the sun was setting by the time carl had made it to your house. you'd opened the door, taking him in with your eyes before allowing him inside. maggie and glenn were on the run so the two of you headed straight towards the bedroom where'd you'd begin the movie night. however, carl was more focused on the fact that you'd spoken barely four words to him tonight rather than which disney movie you'd force him to watch this time.

he knew you were in your head but you wouldn't utter the words because what were you meant to say? hey carl, why didn't you call me baby? something so simple had ruined your entire day.

however, carl couldn't keep it in anymore. "are you okay?" he blurted out after many moments of silence as he sat atop your pink bed sheets.

you, at the foot of the bed pursed your lips. you pressed play on the movie and allowed the credits to begin. you weren't the type of person to insist that you were fine if you weren't. carl liked that about you, he never had to guess. "are you mad at me?" voice meek, like a childs.

the realisation hit carl that despite what he was feeling for you, he'd have to push it down in order to continue your friendship. at least, he couldn't take it out on you. "'course not, baby, c'mere."

the name fell from his lips like sweet relief.

it suddenly occurred to the boy that you needed him. desperately so. something as simple as calling you by your first name had thrown off your entire day. carl should have been worried, concerned even. instead, his heart fluttered a little.

you truly did rely on him.

with a sigh of relief, you found yourself crawling up to the boy. today had been so long with you being in your own head so when you felt the feeling of his hands sneak around your waist, it was like coming home after a long day at work.

you couldn't see his face but if you could, you'd see the sheer nervousness on his face. he needed to control himself but he wasn't sure how that was possible while you cuddled up against him beneath your bed sheets, clad in your pretty pale blue shorts and your white spaghetti strap top.

your knee was bent, extending over the top of his legs. there was a sharp intake of breath as your knee gently bumped against the prominent bulge in his shorts. you hadn't noticed, he knew you hadn't noticed and to make sure you wouldn't notice, he reached over to switch off the light, clearing his throat. "so, uh, what are we watching?"

"the princess frog." you answered, turning your head up to look at his face as he groaned.

a look of displeasment was evident on his face. "it's so boring!" he practically gushed.

offence hit you like a truck. "excuse me!" you battled. "i'd like to see you opening up your own restaurant all by yourself." even carl had to admit, you got him there.

carl never understood why you picked movies that you fell asleep so early during.

he heard your soft snores and your gentle breath hit the crook of his neck within the first half hour of the movie. though he couldn't blame you. truthfully, he could only blame himself in how he had your head messed up, practically knocked off your shoulders for the entire day.

it took until almost a full hour into the movie for you to stur.

at first, carl thought he'd misheard it. a little noise falling from your lips. then, he heard it again.

he held his breath as he heard the whimper leave your lips.

then, he felt it.

the gentle roll of your hips against his thigh had him practically seeing stars. the boy glanced to the tv hoping for some kind of a distraction from his obvious hard on. he couldn't wake you up, not because he actually couldn't. but because he wasn't too sure if he wanted to.

admitting it sounded like nails on a chalkboard but he'd be lying if he said he did want to. the little whimper you let out, sleepily and lowly albeit, into his ear was enough for him to almost completely loose his control.

it was like he was dreaming, it was everything he'd dreamed of, especially the night before.

you sounded even better than he'd thought.

he shouldn't have laid so still. you weren't aware of the way your hips bucked onto his leg, a little whine stretching from your lips. he reminded himself that you were too busy sleeping to understand what was going on. he couldn't engage with you, that'd be wrong.

so... wrong.

then he'd swore he heard it. "carl." a mumble in your sleep, enough for him to not know whether or not you were actually sleeping. he took a glance at your face, eyes screwed shut.

he was imagining things, he had to have been.

you soon rolled over, leaving him laying very stiffly as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening.

you were having a wet dream, obviously. that'd never happened before, at least not while cuddled up against carl. but he could have swore he heard you say his name. he shook his head, knowing he was wrong, he was so caught up in what had happened the night before that he was imagining you breathe his name.

then, he heard it again.

this time it was more stretched out into a whine. due to the movie on in the background, he could vaguely make out the way your cunt rutted onto nothingness, the mattress maybe but it wasn't enough to cause any real friction.

his mind stirred. if you really were having a dream about him, surely it was only his duty to... help?

but it was dirty, downright perverted.

but your noises were growing needier, obviously the bed wasn't enough for you to create real friction from. he had to help you. "poor girl, can't even get herself off." he mumbled under his breath, not enough to wake you up.

if he were to touch you, it wouldn't be for him. no, he was doing this for you.

he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't wake. on the contrary, you'd sleep through an asteroid should it hit your home.

he reached his hand down beneath the covers, holding his breath. he was helping you, he reminded himself, helping you. this was for you, making sure you felt good as your dream continued. your dream of him.

suddenly, he wasn't the all too dirty one. perhaps you were.

his fingers gently felt the core of your shorts, taking an intake of breath upon feeling just how wet you were. it practically seeped onto his fingers, it was a wonder if his sweatpants didn't have a wet stain on them from how you'd been rolling your hips against them.

he breathed in, gently massaging the area you needed him the most, you all but moaned into the pillow, eyes screwed shut.

carl had dreamed of this moment for as long as he lived, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

the way your hips jutted into his hand, creating all the friction you needed and you whimpered again, still stuck in slumber, had carl's confidence through the roof.

it was as if saying his name, he realised you wanted it just as much as he did.

how he ended beneath the covers, he wasn't too sure. perhaps it was the newfound confidence he'd gained.

he'd spent too long dreaming of this moment to stop now. he breathed as shallow as a man could before his fingers travelled back to your shorts, gently pulling them away from your aching cunt. that was when he realised you hadn't been wearing panties. did you do that often around him? had you been... expecting something?

nonetheless, carl was more than willing to give it to you.

his breath fanned your pussy, prettier than his sick mind could have ever mustered. the image would be burned into his head, it'd never leave. one thing was for sure, this boy wasn't leaving the next morning without putting his mouth to your cunt.

and that was exactly what he did.

his tongue reached your pussy, licking a long stripe and feeling your thighs jump and your body jolt. obviously, never been touched.

he knew it'd be him who touched you first. now, it was just him making sure of it.

he licked again, your wetness gathering on his tongue. he tried to hold back the groan that spread throughout your entire body. yet, you still lay sleeping. it somehow only egged him on further. he knew you wouldn't wake. to him, your body was his for the taking. and he was going to take it.

his tongue found your cute hole, hands against your thighs, holding them, trapping them down.

tongue dancing across your clit, he heard you moan even louder, still trapped by slumber. his lips curved upwards, tongue circling your clit. he moved one of his hands, using his middle finger to gently slide into your sopping hole. so wet for him, already.

he cursed enid and ron for thinking they knew you. he cursed all of the people who thought they knew you. the truth was, the only person you could ever rely on would be him, he'd make sure that you got what you needed, make sure all your needs were fulfilled at all times. perhaps this was just him making sure of that fact.

his tongue moved away from your clit, moving his other hand to meet it. he saw the way your body writhed against his hands. he couldn't wait to do this when you were awake.

it wasn't until your thighs actually began to shake that he knew what was happening. "s'pretty." he mumbled, dazed as drool practically dripped from his mouth. you truly were, the most beautiful thing he'd ever encountered his entire life.

mouth moving back to your cunt, he moved his tongue back against your clit at an alarming pace. with his now free hand, he held your thighs down, trapping them under him as your body shook against him, jutting your hips back and practically rolling your hips against his face. he relished in it. you were practically getting off to his pretty face which told him all the more just how much you loved this.

he felt your hips force themselves back to the bed, shaking and vibrating until your juices poured out onto his tongue.

you'd came.

he lapped you up without second thought, tongue dancing over your hole and licking the juices off the single finger he'd pushed inside of you.

licking his lips, he finally rose. he watched your face lull in your sleep, obviously content and finally getting your sweet relief. he gently moved your shorts to cover your pussy again, as if nothing had happened at all.

it took mere seconds for you to roll back over and onto him, cuddling against his side. he couldn't help but feel even dirtier.

you'd never even know.

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[carlplsrailme]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: handjob, thongs, slight mean!dom!reader and sub!carl

summary: shopping for clothes should be simple, even now in the apocalypse. but when you can only find a thong in this heat you're forced to wear it, and when carl notices your straps wrapping at your waist, he about dies.

request: Carl and reader going on a run for clothes, and the only thing the reader can find that fits her is a thong, Carl can't stop thinking about it, and when he sees the waist hands peeking from her shorts while they're with the others, he gets hard and has to leave early but reader knows why and follows him;)

Maybe the Reader is more dominant in this one? :3

"this is bullshit" you huff, nail gliding on fabric after fabric, trying to find at least one item that would fit you.

"just keep looking...you'll find something soon" carl hollers from across the store, you bit your lip to keep back your remarks about how it's easy for him to say with him finding everything immediately. he didn't have to sort through thousands of crop tops to not even find a full-length shirt.

wiping the sweat off your forehead as the dry heat sinks into your open pores, looking down at the pile of shirts and dust you start to consider that crop top.

but you don't need a crop top. you need underwear, embarrassingly enough.

yeah, some shirts would be fine. but switching through 2 pairs of panties in this summer isn't an option anymore

you sign and kneel back down in front of another box, tossing mix-match socks behind your shoulder before finally seeing some thin fabric.

you freeze before reaching down, one finger holding it up as you examine the black thong

it's all they had. it's all you can get.

"found something?" shit.

"uh..yeah" you ball the little number in your palms before whipping your head back and forth looking for your bag to shove it in

"woah, what's that?" you hear him say in almost a chuckle, for the first time this summer you feel your blood run cold as you stare into the box of clothing wondering what to say

"clothes. remember?" you try and say naturally to keep it together. it's not like he'd care, it's mostly you that would care with how sexual thongs are

"well...alright. let's get going, my dads gonna freak if we take any longer" he rambles and you reach over to drop the panties in your bag when you assumed he looked away

"oh. woah"

you clench your fist tight as you know there's no getting out of this.

"was that...a thong?" carl asks, flustered

"yeah, it was. it's the only one they had." you whisper slightly while grabbing your bag and standing

he stared wide-eyed at you like he's picturing the most lewd things imaginable

you check him with your shoulder for him to snap out and with him stumbling to catch up with you. as you sped walked to the car all you could think about was just going home.

okay, this is more comfortable than you imagined.

you rest a hand on your hip as everyone packs up, they all just got here and seem to be already dying from the heat. you internally smile about how your shorts fit you today, looks aren't everything in the apocalypse but dammit wearing a thong makes you feel like it is.

anyway, the whole group is out today. and lucky carl got to test drive his way here so you know what that means. cocky. cocky. cocky.

it won't stop talking about how he was soo smooth and how even rick gave him the go-ahead to drive himself home -I think he was just as sick of hearing him brag-

as everyone started moving he kept talking to you, giving you pointers and tips because he's the all-knowing of course.

you let him have his fun but with almost an hour in you're sick of it now. you even noticed rosita side-eyeing you with a look of "really? he's still going?"

but once we made it to our location he seems to quite a bit, with boxes being moved to cars and cans being thrown into backseats we were finishing up with the first stop

maggie called out to you, pointing to a box in the corner that was seemingly forgotten, and asked if you could get it. you nodded and walked over to it just to hear footsteps following

"oh! y/n-" he goes off again and you tune out, bending over to grab it as you lift the heavyweight

you felt off and that's when you realized it was because he stopped talking. you almost spun around with a cocked brow just to see him staring at your lower stomach with the redess face you've ever seen

you almost smirk while looking down to see the hands of your thong wrapping around your waist

"carl, get over yourself" you mumbled while rolling your eyes, walking past him. with your hips swaying you smiled

sliding the box into carls truck bed you hop into the car to see him very carefully sitting down

"the fucks wrong with you?" with his hands on his lap you immediately knew the problem. good news is, you also knew how to solve it.

"seriously? from pantie straps?" you almost laugh at him, watching as he slightly squirmed from trying to hide his boner

"you can't make fun of me! do you know how hard it is for me when these summers roll around, now you're wearing thongs!" he babbles but you just reach over and palm him through his jeans, he groans out and you noticed the other cars have already left to the next location.

"fuck, we need to make this quick" you mumble before pulling him free, his cock almost red from being teased and strained so much just from his dirty mind.

his red tip oozed pre-cum as veins bulged out, you slide your thumb on his tip getting a jolt from him

"always the sensitive one" you murmured before stroking his cock, his eyes were screwed shut as your wrist works wonders

"do you know how fucking annoying you were today? tips? you think I need tips from someone who learned to drive a week ago? ya'know, I was planning to go off on you after you came into the car...looks like you had other things to worry about." your hand went faster, he mercifully bucked his hips into your hand as he whimpered and groaned

"getting worked up over some panties." you say almost through your teeth, he cries out sorrys and you feel a grin touch your lips

with one final groan, he came all over your hand, you sighed and wiped them off with a napkin nearby as you look ahead at the vacant road.

his breathing is still heavy as he tries to put himself back into his pants with shaking hands, he looked to you and you just glared at him

"wanna show me how great you can drive? or am I gonna have to blow you next?"

an: HEYYYYY YOU GUYS! I missed you so much <3 I saw this request and it was too good not to do! I'm so sorry I dip in and out, If I'm gone for like 3 months after this I'm so sorry :( I'm trying to put school first and hope you can understand <3 I love you guys so much and I hope you enjoyed this <3 mwah!

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[stuckinthesun]

“Let me treat you right.” Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Kinktober — Week Two: Body worship, edging/denial, Dom/Sub undertones, cunnilingus

Tomorrow was Halloween, or at least according to Eugene’s makeshift calendar it was, and Alexandria was decorated with homemade and scavenged Halloween decorations for the occasion.

Everyone agreed that they wanted to do something special for the kids in the community, make a day where the world didn’t seem so shitty.

That was why you were up at one in the morning, making candied walnuts. You wanted the kids to be able to have the classic trick-or-treat experience, and Daryl had found a couple bags of expired candy, but you also wanted them to have something fresh.

You just finished twisting the timer after putting in the last batch of walnuts, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, welcome home.” You called out quietly to Rick, trying not to wake up the kids.

The sound of his boots grow louder as he makes his way toward the kitchen, and when he walks in, his face is wearing a look of both amusement and curiosity, “Hi honey, what are you doing? Thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“I’m making candy walnuts,” You shrug, smiling at him, “thought they would be nice for tomorrow.”

“You’ve been doing this all night?”

“Yeah, I let Carl taste test my first batch and he said they were good so I just kept going.” You said, cracking open another walnut, “Lord knows we have enough of these-”

You were cut off by Rick suddenly standing right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

A smile pulled at your lips as you curled into his embrace, “Maybe once or twice; what’s the occasion this time?”

“It’s just really sweet what you’re doing.” Rick whispered, his thumbs starting to rub small circles against your hips.

You let out a shaky breath, “Well I won’t lie to you, I am making extra just for us.”

Rick chuckles and lets go of you, before cleaning off the counter in front of you, “Still, I think you deserve a reward for being such a sweet girl.”

Quickly his hands return to your waist, spinning you around to face him and beginning to slide your sweatpants down. Heat instantly starts to pool between your legs as you wonder what he has in mind.

Once Rick has the band of your sweats and panties down your thighs, he lifts you up and sets you on the counter top, “Now just sit there and keep looking pretty for me darling, I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Rick,” You whimper, watching him kneel down down in front of you and feeling slightly embarrassed because he now has full view of just how wet you already are.

Rick grabs the plush of your thighs and spreads them apart and groans, “fuck baby,” before leaning in and licking a long messy stripe through your already soaked pussy.

Your hand instantly flew to cover your mouth, quieting your moans so you didn’t wake up the kids, while your other hand tangled itself in Rick’s curls, pulling his face closer to your aching center.

He chuckled against you, the vibrations only helping stimulate you more as his tongue circled around your clit. You moaned into your hand at the tease, the feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin making you shiver against him.

Finally Rick brings his tongue directly to your clit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucks little bundle of nerves, causing you to grip his hair a little harder and pulling you closer to brink of an orgasm before he stops and goes back to teasing you.

“Wh-“ You hate how fucked out and whinny your voice sounds, “Why?”

“I’m not done thanking you.” Rick hums against your dripping cunt, before going back to dragging his tongue against everything except your clit.

This continues for another five minutes, of him bringing you to the edge and then not letting you cum. You’re now a shaking, crying mess on the counter, still desperately trying to stay quiet, “R-Rick please I-I thought this w-was a re-ward,”

You felt Rick smirk against you before he pulled away, face glistening with your slick, “It is, that’s why I’m dragging it out.”

“Please let me c-cum please please,” You beg, hips rolling against nothing, missing Rick’s mouth on you.

Rick laughs and doesn’t say anything, just dives back in and sucks on your clit hard. You moan into your hand, cumming instantly against his face.

“Sure babygirl,” Rick said after he pulled away from your now sensitive cunt, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, “I’ll let you cum.”

You just let out a tired breath.

One of these will be on the correct week istg

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[aurasplanet]

PERV carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — both are 18+, part two to caught, carl is a few years older than reader, reader is daryl’s adopted daughter, perv!sub!carl, carl is a peeking tom, cock slapping, oral (m and f!receiving), reader is kinda a mean!dom

ever since that night you haven’t left carl’s mind. the way you controlled him without even touching him, it drove him crazy. you instructed his every movement, told him when to stop, told him when not to stop. safe to say he was fucked stupid even though you didn’t lay a finger on him.

and he swears you’re tempting him.

the skimpier clothes you wear, always talking about how hot it is so no one bats an eye. but he sees right through you, he sees that teasing look you give him. you want to get another reaction out of him. his pride is telling him not to satisfy you, but everything else in him is screaming to give in.

then there’s the closeness, all of a sudden you’re always near him. if you can get away with it, touching him too. not in the way carl wants, in the way it’s so sickeningly close it drives him nuts. he’s always had his eye on you, you weren’t that much younger than him, close enough in age. but it’s different now.

“hey carl.” fuck, he can just hear it in your voice. it’s teasing and it’s flirty, and no one seems to notice a thing. trust, if daryl could tell, carl would be pounded into flat stanley.

carl gulps when your arm comes over his shoulder, your face way too close to his for him to act normal. “hi,” he breathes out, hand nervously coming up to your waist. he was standing next to his dad, who was going over something with your dad, and everyone’s dad, glenn.

“now that’s a little close.” daryl grumbles, pulling you more towards him. they’ve come to notice the shift in your friendship, of course never chalking it up to you watching carl fuck himself. but did they need to know that anyway?

you look up to your dad with pleading eyes, “actually, i was here to ask if i could babysit judith today?” carl’s eye widens, babysit judith his ass. she’s at the age where she does hardly anything but sleep. of course, that’s in his favor, and he’s growing nervous at your offer.

daryl looks between you and carl with a scowl on his face, then to glenn and rick who shrug. rick’s always happy for the extra help, not yet knowing what it’s like to have to watch over a grown daughter. “fine.” you clap and grab carl’s hand, walking away with him with a small ‘thank you’, ignoring their confused looks.

“why are you taking me with you?”

you take your hand out of his and cross your arms, “do you not want me to?” he shakes his head frantically and grabs your hand again, letting you lead him. he soon realizes you’re on the path to your house, not his.

he tilts his head, “what about judith?”

“she’s with olivia. she’ll cover for me.” you’re not exactly sure about that, but you’re willing to risk it.

carl nods, walking with you and trying to keep up the same pace. despite being so lost in his head. he clears his throat, “so… uh, what are we gonna do?”

you giggle, “you’re cute carl.” you don’t miss how his ears turn red, the confusion spreading over his face. no doubt he’s never been called that before. “we could… read comics?”

he can hide the dejection on his face, that little cover up story, sneaking off together, all to read comics? “are you just trying to drive me crazy?” you turn to him with a smile and wink, walking him up your steps.

the longer he’s there the more pissed off he gets. you truly did just read comics. despite the glances you kept sending his way, like you were waiting for something, you never actually did anything. don’t get him wrong, he loves the spider-man volumes you have, but he thinks he’d love his head buried between your thighs more.

he can’t help but zone out thinking about it, adjusting his jeans when they get too tight. you watch him amusedly as his eye stays on one page for a good five minutes. “you done yet?” his gaze snaps up, looking to his side for you before looking up.

“when did you get up?”

“oh a long time ago.” you didn’t, you just stood up to go shower, but it was funny to mess with him. watch his pretty face turn red knowing you’re the only one who’s done it. “anyway, i’m gonna go take a shower.”

his face turns possibly even redder and he just nods curtly. he watches you walk around your room to grab everything you need, focus trained on your hips especially. when you turn around he scrambles to pick his comic back up, squinting his eye shut when you laugh. he waits until you go into the bathroom, he waits until the water runs to finally breathe.

he looks down and fucking hell is his boner obvious. he doesn’t know whether to be upset that you didn’t make fun of him this time or not. he sighs, unzipping his jeans and palming himself through his boxers. he has to be quick, before you can get out and catch him, again. or maybe he could let it play out… his head was a mini battle field.

no matter how hard he focused the running water brought him out of his head. he felt so gross, but it couldn’t be too bad if he stole a peek? just so things wouldn’t have to be all his imagination anymore.

he zips his pants and looks out the door, making sure daryl hasn’t come home yet. he crosses the hall to the bathroom, furrowing his brow at the ajar door. he pushes it a little and pokes his head in just enough to see. he swore he could cum then and there, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away no matter how hard he tried.

he lost track of time, practically drooling at the sight in front of him like some stupid teen boy. which he guess he had a mind of, after all that little night you two had together was the first time he did anything with anyone.

his eye widens when you step out, while body on display with water droplets cascading down. he was frozen, unaware of his hand going down his pants as you changed in front of him. he felt dirty, you had no idea did you?

oh you did, he should have known better, seriously. it’s you, he’s him, he’s a fucking perv. you knew it, you knew you had to tempt him. it’s what you had been waiting on. you needed him to finally give in and do just what you expected so you had the excuse to use and punish him just how you wanted.

he leans his head against the edge of the door frame, eye shut and mouth agape in a silent moan as he tries to get off before you notice. but you swing the door open, fist latching onto his collar to bring his face towards yours.

“what are you doing?” you ask with a knowing smirk. god, he’s so shameless. he looks embarrassed but he hasn’t faltered or slowed his movements at all. he kept eye contact and his heavy breath mixed with yours before he kissed you. it was needy and hungry and messy, full of inexperience and desperation.

you separate from his lips, attaching yours to his neck. you smirked at his moans, pushing him against the counter and motioning for him to sit on it. you place your hand over his and squeeze, a whine leaning his throat in response. you suck and nibble on the skin of his collarbone, hand traveling from his back to his hair, giving it a small tug.

he whimpers your name, “so loud, what if someone walks in, huh?” he squirms and you smirk at his reaction, picking your head up to look at him. swollen lips, dilated pupil, and that look that was begging for you.

"y/n!" carl gasps, your tug a bit harsher this time. the force led you to be in control of his head, and you lifted it so he would look into your eyes. he looked embarrassed, his pretty face painted with pink. "don't look at me like that.”

he attempts to get out of your grasp to no avail. he felt so small under your gaze, like a prey facing its predator. and he hates how turned on he was getting from it. he hates how despite everything he’s built up, the thought of finally getting taken care of is too fucking good to pass up.

he was lost in his head until he felt the cold air of his room hit his now bare cock. he whimpered at the feeling, glancing down to your eyes that were already set on his face. his cheeks once again returned to their pink hue that seemed to come around every time you did. he sucked in a sharp breath and let his head fall back when he felt your hand wrap around him, giving his cock a few strokes.

he felt bliss in that moment, eye screwed shut. but his moment was quickly ruined when a searing pain travel from his erection and up his body. he jerked forward, tears springing his eye as he looked down at the culprit. you just stared back at him with that innocent smile that kills him.

"why'd you do that?" he asked, lip trembling.

“you didn’t think i’d let you get away with being a dirty perv?” he blinks and you just start jerking him off once more at the lack of response.

he whines your name, shutting his eyes, snapping them open again when you slapped his cock for a second time. "stop!" he cries, his head falling back.

"you know, you look pitiful," you mutter, voice merely above a whisper as you slowly dragged your hand up and down his shaft. "nothing is tying you down or forcing you through this. you like it." carl rolls his eye at your accusation. he knew you were right, he just wasn't going to admit it.

you begin licking from the base of his cock to the tip. carl was a whining mess now, squirming on the countertop, trying his best to keep his eye on yours. you started to bob your head up and down, delicious noises escaping from the boy above you. you wanted to laugh at him, how desperately he wanted to close his eye, shy away from you.

you slide off him with a pop, "what's wrong, carl?" you ask innocently, the look on your face similar to your voice. he whimpered at the sight of you, your mouth so close to him while all you did was lazily jerk him off.

carl just pants, breath quickening when you went back to the task at hand. it took everything in him not to buck his hips up, because with your rules, he didn't know what would come to him if he did. your pace quickened when carl warned you of his approaching orgasm, whines, moans, and groans leaving his pretty pink lips. his stomach muscles would contract every now and then. finally he came, whimpers of your name falling from his lips as if it were the only word he knew.

you kept going until he pushed you away, "no, can't take anymore..." his voice was shaky, and he repeatedly took in breaths. he looked so pretty, shaking and panting. all because of you.

"well, what am i supposed to do then?" you fake pout, tilting your head teasingly. you stand up, taking off your shit and giggling at carl’s shameless gawking gaze. he adjusted in his seat, watching with amazement as you continued to strip in front of him. "shirt off," you instruct, the boy obeying immediately.

carl thought for a second before he opened his mouth, "sit here." his face was red as he moved, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

you quirk a brow at him, “what are you planning?” he opens his mouth to speak, but you’ve reduced him to something so small he can’t even force it out of him.

“i’ll show you.” his hands messily fiddle with your shorts, tugging them off of you. he attaches his lips to you immediately and you feel him groan into your pussy, the vibrations causing a moan to leave your lips. you couldn't help but move, slightly riding his face. he seemed to be enjoying it, his eyes closed.

you gripped at one of your breasts, then using one of carl’s hands to replace your own. you knew he was trying to jerk himself off secretly, failing miserably, but you decided not to interrupt him. after all his mouth was so good, albeit inexperienced it was him. and he was enjoying it as much as you were. if not more.

carl whimpers, mumbling the words ‘gonna cum’ into your cunt. "hold it," you command, combing your fingers through his hair, causing a moan to rip from his throat.

"can't!" carl’s eyes were screwed shut, nose scrunched up and lips forming an 'o' shape.

"you can, and you will. you're not incapable of such a simple task, carl," your voice was stern, the control you had over him driving him crazy. when you felt let yourself dangerously close, you gave carl permission. he was very loud, adorable moans of your name leaving his red and swollen lips, although muffled. his hands go to grip your thighs tightly when you cum on his tongue, afraid you were going to disappear if he hadn't kept you close.

he rests his head on your thigh, looking up at you with a small laugh. "thank you..." he trails off, his face was red, and his voice was very quiet. everything seemed awkward to him now. he stands up and you lean forward to give him another kiss, it was softer this time, a small moan from carl traveling to your mouth.

“you shouldn’t be thanking me for a punishment.”

carl shrugs, leaning his head on your shoulder. “got you to myself though now, didn’t i dixon?”

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[taylormarieee]

~She looks like lust and smells like desire~ ft. Daryl Dixon

Summary: You come to deanna's party dressed all hot and sexy for your two favourite boys knowing exactly how the nights gonna end.

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Pure filthy smut

Pairing: Rick X fem!reader X Daryl

Warnings: Threesome, PiV sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral(F&M), Daryl and Rick do not kiss or do anything of the sort they just please the reader, Dom/Sub dynamic, Pussy drunk Rick, Cock drunk reader, Reader rides Daryl's face, Cream-pie, Breeding kinks, Mentions of alcohol, Doggy style, Just pure and filthy smut! Enjoy!

You and the group were a little bit skeptical of Deanna and her ways, especially Rick and Daryl considering they don't trust so easily. Rosita and Carol had there suspicions but decided to brush it off for the good of the group.

For the most part everyone was happy. No problems yet at least.

Deanna says she's throwing a little welcome party for you guys. Typical. Of course she would throw a party like it's the real world again, like we're friends. But, you went on a run with Rosita and found this gorgeous black dress that fits your curves just right.

It was sure to be the dress to make everyone swoon and drool over you. Plus you wanted to have fun and feel pretty. You haven't felt much like that in a long time. So you slip on your dress put on these pretty black stilettos you found as well.

You make your way down the stairs and is met with rosita.

"Girl you took like two hours! What were you doing?" She says with a slight chuckle. "One, I did not take two hours Perra! And Two I was making sure I look good. Haven't felt like this in a while. Feels like prom all over again." You say sadly looking down at your dress.

"Its ok girlie, let's go shall we!?" She says with a smile holding out her arm for you to take. You gladly take her arm and walk out the door.

You both arrive at deanna's house together and knock on the door. There's music playing but someone heard the door. Glenn.

"Hey guys! You guys look great come in!" He says smiling. "Thank you Glennie boy!" You say hugging him.

"Stop! You've been calling me that since the farm!" He says chuckling. You and Glenn have known eachother since Atlanta, you guys were the closest.

You two were like brother and sister. You guys never left one anothers side. You ofcourse was like his little wingman when he met Maggie.

He was so shy but you helped him anyway. You walk through the crowd losing Rosita to Abraham. You make your way to where the drinks are and you see Carl. You wave at him and he walks over.

"Hey! I see you got all dressed up!" He says smiling while hugging you.

"Yea I did! Haven't felt like this since before the end of the world came you know? So I thought when I heard party why not dress up!?" You say hugging him back.

You see Enid walk by and that's when Carl says, "Uh I gotta go see you at home?" He asks. "Go get her Carl! I will see you at home!" I say smiling. He chuckles and puts his head down before walking the way Enid went.

You feel a pair of eyes on you but you don't know who's watching you. You look around getting that feeling of chills on you body only to see Rick Grimes staring at you while seductively taking a sip of what looks like whiskey, could be bourbon but you don't really care.

You smile and you do a cute little wave at him and he smiles back. He turns away to talk to Deanna again.

Yet, you still felt a pair of eyes on you and to your surprise, it was your favourite Archer. Daryl Dixon.

You and Daryl were close but not as close as he was with Carol. Him and Rick were still your boys though.

Following you everywhere to make sure no guy in Alexandria tried anything.

The possessiveness and need to protect you was cute. But you always thought they should know by now that half of Alexandria either hates us for being here or is scared shitless of us. Plus you could take care of yourself.

You always thought Daryl had a crush on Carol and always tried to set them up together. Like going on runs.

You would always partner up with Carl, Tara, or Rosita first so that Daryl wouldn't choose you and end up being with Carol instead so they could get some alone time.

What you didn't realize is that Daryl actually had a crush on you. But you were always so oblivious that him and Carol were a thing or could be a thing at least.

Maybe part of it was his fault for always being around Carol but he only had eyes for you.

And so did Officer friendly. But you always had a crush on Rick. He was a very attractive man, so who wouldn't.

There were always glances that lasted to long or touches that lingered longer than they should have. So you decide to walk over to him.

You almost make it to him except your stopped by deanna's son Spencer.

"Hey, You look nice tonight. Care to join me for a drink?" He asks with a smile. You being the nice person you are didn't deny a nice drink.

Sure I'd love to. Do you have whiskey though? I'm a whiskey girl!" You ask him. He chuckles and looks at you.

"What!?" You say laughing and smiling.

"You have this energy about yourself. Your fun and happy! Butt yea we've got whiskey!" He says holding out his hand, "Shall we?" He asks smiling.

Ha! We shall my knight in shining armour!" You say laughing. Rick and Daryl stood next to each other and they both saw this interaction and boy were they pissed.

They both knew that Spencer was only trying to get in your pants but you were of course to oblivious to notice that.

You were always so sweet and innocent and that's what made Rick and Daryl so obsessed with you. They wanted you all for themselves.

Daryl hated sharing and Rick was just so obsessed with you. Together they were the most toxic duo. And they were planning on taking down their prey. You. There one and only.

After some drinks later you two get more comfortable with each other. Joking around, Laughing, even some friendly touches were made.

Daryl and Rick didn't like this at all but Spencer wasn't exactly doing anything inappropriate with you so all they could do was sit back and watch the painful show in front of them.

"You really funny! How come we weren't friends sooner?" You say chuckling. You pat his shoulder and he chuckles.

"I honestly have no Idea. I don't really like Rick or Daryl and i don't know, maybe its affected the way I look at the rest of the group." Spencer says twirling his drink in his hand.

"Speaking of them, I can feel there eyes on you all night. You must be extremely special." He says smirking and nodding his head in their direction.

As soon as you look over there you are instantly met with their death stares watching the entire interaction. Heat rises to your face and ears as you look back at Spencer.

"Look Spence, I am so sorry but i should probably go. See you around sometime?" You ask pointing your finger out to him as you ask slowly walking away.

He smiles at the nickname and nods, "See you around sometime Aphrodite!" He says laughing and holding his drink up. You laugh and walk away.

The boys look defeated. Maybe Spencer really was just trying to be your friend. They hadn't seen him do anything really. He joked with you and touched you appropriately, in friendly ways. Who were they to take away a friend from you.

"Seriously guys? You scared my friend away!" You say with the pout of your lips. It's taking everything in them not to take you right here right now. Daryl just grunts and takes a sip of his drink while Rick just stares at you.

"Hello? Earth to Rick!?" You say waving your hand in his face. "I heard you, sweetheart. We're sorry. Right, Daryl?" Rick says not looking up from your body in that tight dress as he nudges Daryl's arm.

Daryl grunts and lowly says, "Yea." While looking at your eyes. "What'd ya wear that thing for anyway?" He adds.

"What this? Oh! I wanted to feel girly again! Did you know Spencer called me Aphrodite!? That was so nice of him but I just think he-" You state before being interrupted.

"I don't care what he said sweetheart, I asked you what did you wear that tight thing for?" Rick asks, his blue irises finally enchanting you. fuck.

Whenever Rick looked at you, you couldn't speak. No matter how hard you tried to think of a coherent sentence, word, or anything, it never came out. Damn you Rick!

You stutter trying to answer his question and Daryl scoffs clearly jealous at how you instantly get all shy around Rick.

"I-I wore it for you guys. Thought you guys would like it because your opinions matter to me." You say heat rushing to you face in embarrassment.

They look at each other and smirk. "Well Sunshine, yer lookin good if ya ask me." Daryl says with a smirk, winking at you.

You giggle and smile at him. You then look to Rick for his opinion on your dress.

"Darlin, you are gonna make me act up tonight. That dress looks amazing on you but trust me sweetheart it would look better on my bedroom floor." Rick says biting his lip looking you up and down.

You squeeze your legs together and bite your lip looking up at them with big doe, glossy, innocent, eyes.

Daryl mutters a 'fuck' under his breath and grabs your waist pulling you close to the both of them. "Damn doll ya really know how to push our buttons." Daryl says.

"Your lookin like lust on a plate sweetheart." Rick says biting his lip again.

"Well if you guys like it then it was all worth it!" You say twirling around and smiling. They both glance at you ass and admire you.

"It was definitely worth it sweetheart." Rick says biting his lip again. "C'mon, let's take ya home and show ya how good ya look." Daryl says smirking and grabbing your hand while Rick grabs your waist.

After about a 5 minute walk, you guys arrive at the shared house. You walk up the steps to open the door with Rick and Daryl behind you.

You guys walk in the house and Daryl is just itching to get his hands on your pretty little body. "Why are we here guys? Did I do something wrong?" you ask confused as to why they brought you here.

"Nah sunshine, you ain't do nun wrong," Daryl says getting closer to you. "Were here to show ya how special you are." Daryl adds.

Your eyes light up and your face contorts into a small little smirk. "Oh, I see. Well, boys don't just stand there," You say seductively "Fuck me."

Both boys are immediately on you growling in your ear and both trying to tear that dress off you.

They both successfully take your dress off and bring you toward the pull-out couch. Rick between your legs and Daryl in front of your face.

"Get on your knees, sweetheart." Rick orders sternly. And you obey him getting on your hands and knees while lustfully staring at Daryl. Daryl slowly unbuckles his belt and takes it off.

Rick unbuttons his pants and drops both his pants and boxers revealing his beautiful 9-inch aching cock, awaiting to be inside you. Daryl reveals his hard, 8-inch cock with protruding veins and already leaking pre-cum.

"God, ya look so pretty from this angle sunshine," Daryl whispers. The throbbing between your legs is unbearable and makes you extremely dizzy. You close your legs together to feel a tiny release only for Rick to yank your legs open.

"Nuh uh sweetheart, keep those prey little legs open f'me ok?" He whispers in your ear, his body flush with yours. You nod feeling his cock on your ass.

"Please... I wanna feel you, both of you. Please fuck me." You whine feeling helpless.

Daryl and Rick share a look before nodding at each other. Daryl looks back down at you and grabs your jaw forcing you to look up at him as he bends down to look at you.

"Beg for it, then maybe you'll get it. You've been a bad girl sunshine." He says in a singsongy voice.

"Please Daryl, please. I'll be a good girl for you, for both of you! Please R-Rick Please Daryl, I beg of you fill me up please!" You beg, pleading eyes staring into Daryl's lust-filled ones.

Rick nods his head of approval a Daryl and Daryl lets you go. "Alright sunshine, get ready."

"You asked for it sweetheart," Rick says grabbing your hips to push your ass against him. You whimper at the feeling.

"Open yer mouth sunshine." Daryl says.

You open your mouth and wait. Rick lines himself up with your entrance and at the same time, they shove their cocks into your holes.

Both thrusting at rough, fast paces. Nothing but skin slapping against skin and slobbering gagging noises filled the silent room. Your cries muffled by Daryl's cock shoved down your throat.

Your throat contracts in a way that has Daryl groaning loudly, "Oh fuck sunshine." He pulls your hair into a ponytail and starts fucking your face harder.

Rick plunges his cock deep inside you, it feels like he's hitting your cervix. His thrusts are rough and deep. You feel him all inside you. You feel his cock twitching, it feels so good you feel like you can feel his veins.

Both of them fucking you just right you feel euphoric. This feeling is better than anything you've ever felt before. Blood rushing through you, it feels amazing.

Your heart rate pumping faster than ever. Daryl pulls out to give you a chance to breathe and catch your breath but Rick's pace doesn't slow down.

You moan out as your body jerks from his rough thrusts. Daryl looks at your puffy lips and fucked out state. You feel your orgasm approaching and Rick's cock twitches inside you.

You both moan out loudly at the same time. Your body starts convulsing and shaking as you squirt all over the place. Your orgasm hits you so hard your eyes cross.

Rick shoots his warm cum inside you. The feeling of him cumming inside you is enough to have you cumming again. Daryl is jerking himself off at the sight.

"Where do ya want it sunshine?" He aska. "M-My mouth." You open your mouth for him and wrap your lips around his cock. Lips warm like a blanket.

He groans and shoots his cum straight down your throat. He gives one last final thrust before he pulls out. You stick your tongue out and show him the cum sitting on your tongue and you let it drip between your breasts before swallowing the rest.

You maintain eye contact through it all. Rick doesn't pull out yet, still breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. He starts thrusting again, "Wanna breed you so badly, wanna cum inside your pretty tight pussy again, want you to have my babies." He says.

You cry out at the overstimulation. And try your best to push him off you. Eventually, Daryl tells him to calm down but he just keeps mumbling at how good your pussy feels and how well you take him. Rick is so drunk off your pussy that it's like a drug. He wants more of it. More of you.

He pulls out though and falls onto his back. "Well, how good is tha pussy? I wanna try." He says with a smirk on his face.

Your body is limp but you still have some strength left. You get off your hands and lean back on your feet. Daryl picks. you up and lays. back and rests you on his stomach. Involuntarily, you grind on his stomach. You whimper and put your hands on his chest.

He lifts your hips closer to his face, "Want ya to ride my face, okay? Take it easy, wanna taste ya." Daryl says. You nod and he smiles. He lifts your body and slowly lowers you on his face, intoxicated by your smell he flattens his tongue against your slit.

You gasp and grab his hair. He starts lapping at your clit, licking from your slit to your clit. He moans into you and you groan feeling the vibrations.

Your moans start to get louder as he starts to prod and poke at your entrance. Haps up whatever he can, all of your juices flowing from your wet pussy. He loves how you taste and how you smell. You taste sweet like candy and fruity like strawberries. And you smell like peaches and whiskey.

God, you drove him crazy. You drove him absolutely crazy. He was so feral for you.

The things you do, the clothes you wear, how hot you are, how brave you are.

All those things always shot a spark down to his crotch every time. It drove him crazy.

Your pretty little noises grew louder and the pattern was all over the place. He could tell you were about to cum again. He continued to fuck you with. his tongue and lap up your juices.

You let out a long drawled fuck, with a cry of his name while you came all over his face. You rode and grinded on his face trying to ride out your high.

You scooted down from his face to his thighs and fell on top of him. He rested you on the couch and got up. He offered Rick a hand as he was clearly still fucked out.

Rick carried you up the stairs bridal style while Daryl got you a warm, wet rag to clean you off. The smell of sex, cum, and sweat lingering on your pretty body.

They wiped themselves off and got in bed with you. They sandwiched you in between them and kissed you goodnight.

A/N: Whewwww! That was hot! Personally, I enjoyed writing this one. It took me a while but I did it! I hope all enjoyed it! The longest fic I've written so far.

Taglist: @murdadixon @catt-leya @carlsdarling @carlgrimesenthusiast. @rickswh0r3 @sickyrat @sinsandsweetness @the-dixon-effect @number1gal @daryldixmedown @darylscvmdumpster @loveforcarl

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[nyxindustries]

Jealous | Rick Grimes

Fandom : The Walking Dead (Tv Show)

Pairing: Rick Grimes X Reader, Rick Grimes X Fem! Reader x Older x Young, Rick Grimes X Y/n

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!SMUT, Rough Sex, Kink Calling, Explicit Language, Angry Sex, Pent up frustration Sex, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you Tap it) Kinky sexy, Thigh Riding, Oral Interaction, Dom! Rick Grimes and Sub! Reader

Word Count: 2000+

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Wanting to get your mind after Rick and Yourself got in a very vocal argument moments earlier causing everyone to look at the both of you. Rick and you were complicated, it’s been a couple of years since Lori died and Carl was like your own kid but you knew you couldn’t take Lori, Carl's mom out of their lives and replace it with yourself.

Rick has been getting at you about the smallest things, How you don’t wanna live because you been reckless with going outside and supplies run. You have been getting on Rick about his rash decisions.

Being on the move right now since the prison was destroyed and looking for a permanent spot with the now small group that was once huge.

In a neighborhood looking for supplies, you and Daryl are on guard at the end of the street as the ‘grand consul’ makes their decision to stay in the neighborhood for a few days.

Standing next to Daryl as you looked around quietly.

" What was that argument about between you and Rick? If ya don’t mind me askin’ " Daryl says as he looks at you.

"I don’t even know anymore…He’s been getting on me about how I been reckless during supply runs and how I want to die and to be honest, I have been and that’s on me." You say quietly

"Do ya wanna die?" Daryl asked and you looked away from him shaking your head ‘yes’

"Yeah…yeah some days I do because in the world…is there a point but other days, I just-…I see there so much worth fighting for." You say and Daryl looks at you

"Then I would get on Rick about his rash decision he’s making and how he’s not making sense and everything just seems pent up!" You say as you took a deep sigh.

Daryl looked at you and smirked as he grabbed your shoulders and then pointed to an empty house.

"If we stay here tonight, ya, Rick in a room…the bedroom…don’t tell me I’m wrong!" Daryl says and you turned red as you stared at him.

"Ya hear me?" Daryl says and you were speechless as you didn’t notice Rick staring at the both of you as jealous and somewhat rage-filled Rick.

"DARYL!" You say hitting his hands from you as you laughed softly.

"Are you giving me sex advice?" You say and he shrugged with a smile on his face.

"Daryl!" You say hitting his chest and Rick continued watching as he throw an empty bottle to the ground and walked away into an empty house to look.

"Listen, just take my advice, trust me! I see what happened to ya right now but I've seen you with couples all the time especially now. " Daryl says and you looked away and sighed.

"Okay, Daryl…. I just might…." You say and he laughed

"Trust Me," He says

"And if ya do, I’ll make sure no one goes into that house…I know how loud y’all can be." He whispers and you gasped softly as you pushed him away playfully.

- A few hours later-

Maggie with Glenn tagging along as they come up to you and Daryl. You just all got news that you will be staying here for few days cause it’s safe there hasn’t been Walkers around at all which is unusual but take advantage of it now then wanting it later.

"Your shift over losers!" Maggie says jokingly and you sigh

"Already dang! The sun just settled, it doesn’t even seem that long." You spoke softly

"Also I would check on Rick, he seems pissed off and won’t tell anyone..said he wanted to be alone," Glenn informs you of your complicated boyfriend but also not your boyfriend.

"Where is he?" You asked Glenn

"That house" Glenn says pointing to the house, that Daryl was referring to earlier to help you and Rick "release some tension".

"Alright thanks" you say and you saw Daryl smirk at you.

"I’m taking your advice. You got my back?" You questioned Daryl quietly and he nodded.

"Of course I do! Have fun" he says and you rolled your eyes as Maggie and Glenn give you two a questionable look.

Walking to the empty house as you holster your weapon to your hip like you do when your not on watch duty.

Walking to the house and seeing darkness expect a for a small light in the kitchen. Swelling hard as you spoke through the emptiness of the house.

"Rick? Rick? Are you in here?" You say as you made your way to the kitchen and saw him sitting in old wood chair with a candle lit as he sat there.

"Rick, are you okay?" You asked as he looked at you, still silent.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You ask and Rick grabbed you getting up and pushing you against a wall.

"Rick! What’s wrong!" You practically yelled

"Wanna know what wrong?" He asked and let you go gently seeing the fear in your eyes and immediately backed up.

"Yes! I want to know! Rick! What happened?!" You say

"Are you cheatin on me?" He asks and you gasp.

"NO! Absolutely not! Why would you think that? " you ask as you looked away from him.

"Daryl and you…him gripping on your shoulder and pointing to this house, I’m hearing him say something about the bedroom. After us having argument! Tell me! Y/N!" Rick says as he scoffed and looked from you.

"Oh my god! Rick! NO! No no no you got it all wrong!" You say and he stared at you.

"What did I get wrong?" Rick asks and you grabbed his wrist and then his face making him look at you.

"Everything! Daryl asked about what we’re arguing about earlier… I told him about been getting on about me reckless and how You think I wanna die…I told him I been getting on your rash decisions..I told him everything seemed pent up….then he gave me sex advice and how he seen couple have sex when everything like building up and he said, he seen it work or whatever and I told him I’ll take his advice. That’s why I’m here and he also said he’ll make no on comes interprets the whole night" You explain, Rick staring as he sees the sincerity , the truth in your eyes.

"R-Rick, do you not trust me?" You ask getting unbelievably hurt at your own words.

"N-no I do…you’re right everything getting pent up and sometimes it’s too much…you know!" He whispers to as he place his forehead against yours, pulling you in.

"Ye-yeah I know that’s how I feel." You say as it went quiet and tension filled the air.

"R-Rick I want you to trust me and believe me…Please I would never cheat on you." You say and he nods

"I know I know, just so many thoughts running around" he says and you nod softly.

"It’s okay Rick…it’s okay." You say grabbing his hands gently and he leaned in kissing you softly and you kissed back.

"I want you Rick" you say and he nods.

Licking your lips softly as he kissed you roughly, making you moan into the kiss.

"What do you want baby? Want to ride my thigh then want me to suck you dry afterwards, then you want me to fuck you with my cock" Rick says and you nod greedily as you kissed him.

"Yes Rick, I want too.." you say and Rick grabbed your chin softly. "That’s not my name…what’s my name, baby?" He says

"Daddy…" you say and he smirked pushing you back

"Undress." He says and you looked at him watching him sit down in the chair, he sat minutes earlier.

You began undressing as Rick unbuckled his pants and pulled them down leaving himself his boxers as you dressed down to your underwear completely.

Rick smirking as he pulled you in roughly shoving you down his thigh.

"Come on baby..your thing…I’ll be patient" he says and you staring at him as your hands went up onto his shoulders and you began moving back and fourth on this thigh.

Small moans escaping your lips as you began picking up a steady pace against his thigh. Ricks calloused hands going to your hips, as he gripped them tight and began moving your hips for you at a faster pace then what you were going at.

"F-fuck." You moaned out as Rick was definitely going to leave handprints on your hips, not that you mind. Your panties getting soak wet from now your dripping core.

Rick going faster as you gripped his back, your nails digging into his back slightly causing him to groan out. Moaning escaping your lips faster and longer as you placed your forehead against Rick kissing him. Then feeling his hand move as wrapped around you as he picked you up.

"I can’t wait any longer, I need you baby." He growls into your ear as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around him as he practically ran upstairs with you.

Bursting into the first room he saw and this room was some what clean from hell and back…just a lot dust and debris front people moving and leaving, Cobwebs and stuff like that.

Which was different sight to see but these houses in the neighborhood were untouched but it small neighborhood in the middle of bum fuck no where so it was nice.

Rick throwing the blankets to the ground as he tossed you on the bed and immediately got on-top you. Spreading your legs willingly as Rick kissed you more passionately as he then trails down with kisses.

Ripping off your bra and blesses your nipples with kisses and soft sucks as he went down further. Practically ripping off your panties as he smiled at the sight of your pussy.

"Aw baby, you are a beautiful sight to see" he says and you turned red.

Rick immediately started digging into your soaking wet core. Sucking and licking you, until his fingers reached your clit and he began massaging that quickly as his tongue went in and out of you.

Making you moan louder as you watched him, your hand running through his brown hair. Rick face stubble rubbing against the side of your thigh.

"Shit, baby tastes like candy." He says kissing you softly as without eating he shoving two fingers into you.

"FUCK DADDY"you screamed out as he began thrusting fast as you gripping at his wrist moving further down on him.

Finger fucking you as you moaned loudly as your legs began shaking and Rick noticed as landed a soft slap in your slit causing your to jump in pleasure.

"Oh! you’re not cumming yet until you take this dick you hear me" Rick orders and you choked out a word through your moans.

"Why? You know why!" Rick says and you stared at him with more lust in your eyes. Rick taking his fingers out as you whined at the lost of pleasure and he immediately pulled his boxers down, his large in length and thick cock sprung out.

Rick spreading your legs wider as he shoved his cock into you. Screaming out as Rick towered over you and you hands going around his stomach and chest. Your nails meeting his back as he began thrusting fast and at a steady pace.

"Fuck…Fuck…daddy..please…Please faster"you moaned out as Rick started going faster with you as kissed him passionately.

Hearing Rick groans and moans in your hear as he thrusted even faster into you and he’s just pushing you to the edge.

"F-fuck fuck..I’m gonna come" You moaned out and Rick utterly just thrust harder in response. The sound of skin slapping and your moans and Ricks utter groans, filled the room along with the bed creaking softly with his fast and hard thrusts.

Rick grabbed your hair as he picked you as you were sitting on top of Him as he held you up with one hand and he began thrusting up into your as he leaned back to thrust easier as he still gripped your hair and pulling your head back. Rick smacking your breasts as he sucked on them making sure to leave hickeys on your chest, stomach and neck.

"Oh baby come for me, won’t you!" He says and you nod as you took over and began bouncing up and down him, kissing him. Feeling that knot unravel again as you bounced harder as you moaned as you stared into Ricks eyes and he started back.

"Come for me baby" he says and you nod as Rick gripped your hips and one hard thrust , you began coming with loud moan.

Soon feeling warm liquid squirt up into you as you moaned softly at the feeling. Rick smacking your ass as he placed you down on the bed. Rick going semi soft in you but he had grin that you’ve seen before.

"Oh baby…we’re not done yet" he says and you moan out whimper as your heavy breathing got the best of you. Rick flipping your body to your stomach as he spread, your legs and you felt his cum dripping down.

"Such a wonderful sight can’t wait to destroy it again" he says and you immediately felt his hard cock in your again causing you to moan.

"Please…Rick please fuck…I want it" you moan out and he smirked as he grabbed your hair and pulled you back.

"I know baby." Rick growls.

That’s when you knew this was going to be fun but long night with Rick.

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[juuuulez]

plsssssss do the oneshot with Carl and one of Negan’s wives i am on my hands and knees begging

info: Carl Grimes x Reader, minor Negan x Reader, you’re Negan’s wife, Carl is 18 and you are 19, canon episode: ‘Sing Me A Song’, NSFW, blowjob, cum eating, dom reader/sub Carl.

summary: Negan gives Carl a tour of the Sanctuary, where his youngest wife grows quite the interest for the boy.

WOOOWWWW you guys really wanted this so i delivered! beginning to think i have a real fascination with the idea of ownership/belonging to someone.. not even necessarily in a sexual way (however yes!) considering there are themes of this in a few of my fics now LOL

“You’re gonna want to look at their titties. It’s cool. I won’t mind. They won’t mind. Knock yourself out.”

You watch as the boy looks down, averting both the eyes of Negan and everyone else in the room. It can be intimidating, you suppose, considering the parlour appears to be a scene ripped straight out of Playboy magazine.

6 women, all clad in the barest-minimum of fabric that can be classed as a dress. Skimpy black numbers, designed to cling to every curve and divot. Negan saunters away, leaving the boy to his own devices, discussing something private with Sherry.

You’re posed over one of the long leather couches, resting your head over the arm. It’s not uncommon for Negan to bring others into the parlour, usually as some sort of twisted power-play, though this is different. It seems almost torturous, to place a boy in this situation, and you fear he’ll combust on the spot out of embarrassment.

Negan passes once more, manoeuvring the boy’s hand upwards to clutch his beer. This is it. As your husband turns his back, you can strike.

“Psst.”

After catching his attention, you wave the boy over, who appears to grow increasingly nervous at the proposal. His gaze flickers back over to Negan, then to the other girls in the room. You know that Sherry must be watching you with a look of disapproval.

Nonetheless, he obeys, filling your chest with a sick sense of excitement. You lean forward over the edge of the couch, and when he’s within arms-reach, you snatch the cold beer from his grip.

Taking a generous swig, you size him up in a less than subtle manner. He isn’t exactly very tall, and his clothes are all dusty. But there’s something enticing about that stoic look on his face, trying to seem confident, assured.

“What’s your name?” You ask, though it comes out more like a demand. You’ve always been rather blunt, not willing to beat around the bush, especially when you want something.

He looks back over to Negan, then to the floor, as if he’s reluctant to meet your gaze. “Carl.” The boy answers.

You nod, taking another deep sip from the beer before quirking your head. “Grimes?”

Carl doesn’t answer right away, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing into something close to a glare. It provides all the answer you need, a wide grin on your face.

“We learn a lot during pillowtalk.” You justify, a statement that only serves to make Carl more uncomfortable. How proudly you boast we only implies you’re more than comfortable living amongst 6 other women, which makes his gut twist in confusion.

Like a cat with a mouse, you continue to toy with him. “Drink much?” You ask him, offering the bottle forward.

Carl can’t help but feel this is all some sort of trick. That he’ll slip up, do or say the wrong thing, and be scolded for it. After all, you’re only an extension of Negan, so he tries to be wary.

Despite shaking his head, he accepts the bottle anyway, holding it awkwardly in his palm. Your gaze is expectant, unwavering, almost to the point of being unsettling. Yet, Carl doesn’t falter, and he doesn’t dare drink the beer.

“Good boy.” You quip, shuffling to kneel up on the couch. Even in this position, he’s a good head taller than you.

You take the bottle back, to which Carl feels a minor bout of relief. Taking another sip, you continue to shamelessly inspect him. “You shoot that gun?”

Carl manages to nod, attempting to look anywhere but directly at your chest, which is temptingly presented to him. “Maybe.” He confirms.

“Sounded like a machine gun.” You point out instantly, not allowing a single lull in the conversation.

Biting down on his lip, Carl nods again. “You’d be correct.”

With his cooperation, you smile widely, wanting to see how much further you could string this along. “Do I make you nervous?” You ask in an innocent tone, though Carl knows it’s anything but.

When he answers, he isn’t looking at you. His gaze is up, a little to the right. “No.” Carl says rather quickly.

You take another swig from the bottle, before it’s lifted up and out of your hands. A noise of protest builds in the back of your throat, before Negan’s large hand cups over your neck, guiding your head to look at him.

“Stealing from me?” He accuses, a wicked grin on his lips as he keeps the beer just out of reach. You lick the remaining residue from your bottom lip, sinking back down to sit on the couch rather than kneel.

“No, sir,” You reply in that equally sweet tone. “Just getting acquainted with my new friend.”

Carl steels his gaze at Negan, refusing to look down at your obedient form. He catches another woman watching them, seemingly disapproving of your attitude.

“Of course you are, sweetheart.” Negan drawls, sweeping his thumb over your cheek.

There’s an anxious feeling settled into Carl’s nerves, unsure whether or not he’s even allowed to be speaking with this girl. But you’d called him over, after all. In a way, he was just following orders.

Whatever mental debate was stirring didn’t matter, for the door to the parlour opened once more, with Dwight leading a beat-up looking Daryl. It stole Carl’s attention away, focused on the growing tension in the room.

Knowing your little game was over, you retreat further into the room, fishing out a cold wine bottle to replace the confiscated beer. You don’t bother listening to their conversation, though as Negan leads Carl away, your gaze remains trained on his retreating figure.

The sparkling liquid sloshes into the glass, foaming up against the sides. You raise it, taking a swift sip, savouring the pungent taste. As you do, Carl takes one more glance into the room, a grin growing on your features as you lock eyes.

Now, you knew very well that cheating was forbidden. It’s what had Amber in such a tizzy, still crying softly over on one of the couches. This was going to be a hard play, but you were always one for a challenge.

You also always got what you wanted.

So, you begged Negan to take you to Alexandria. He immediately said no, of course, yet thankfully you’d been strategic about it. You wore a tiny black nightgown, and with the absence of heels, you leant on your tippy toes in order to press a kiss to his cheek with a long-winded pleeaassseee.

It worked.

What better way to consolidate power than with some arm-candy, Negan would later justify.

You were amazed to discover just how big Alexandria really was. The Sanctuary was sort of a massive factory, after all, but this place looked like a regular neighbourhood. Negan claimed he needed to settle business elsewhere, so he left you with a kiss, and you were permitted to explore.

Of course, you had a specific task to attend to. A need that required fulfilling. Maybe you just liked the challenge, wanting to push that boundary, see if you could really do it.

Though you greatly enjoyed being taken care of, not having to lift a finger at the Sanctuary, you missed that control you’d relented in favour of protection. Before meeting Negan, you’d been fairly well-off, and knew how to manipulate a situation in your favour.

Or, a person. Need be.

“We meet again, cowboy.”

Your pleasant chirp and upturned smile catches Carl off guard, who’d been carrying out a menial maintenance task towards the back of Alexandria. It was a secluded area, private, which immediately put him on edge.

“You’re here with Negan?” He asks, obviously sceptical. There’s a small box of nails in his hands, as it appears he’d been repairing a hole in the fence. Or, trying to, at least, given he’d made little to no progress so far.

You aren’t offended by his hesitance, knowing your presence can be intimidating. As usual, you wore a lacy black dress that left little to the imagination, dipping low in the front and ending around mid-thigh. “Of course.” You confirmed shamelessly.

Only to be met with silence, you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, I’m not his dog. He isn’t around.” You assured Carl, trying to get the boy to loosen up a little.

It seemed to have the intended effect, as he put down the supplies he was working with, offering his full attention. There was a critical look on his face, something near judgemental, which lit a fire in your belly.

“Why are you with him?” Carl asked, finally inquiring into what’s been playing on his mind.

You raise a brow, biting at the bait. “Why not?”

His expression twists once more, a molten well of determination in his veins. “Are you serious?” Carl urged, not understanding how you’d be so.. complacent. “I mean, you’re, what? 20?”

“19.” You corrected with a sly smile, the word uttered with an inkling of pride, as if it was something to brag about. Only 19, and you’d acquired a husband who’d give you anything.

But you, somehow, still wanted more.

Shaking his head, Carl echoed your sentiment. “19.” He sounded disapproving, critical of your position. Maybe it was a tone intended to make you back off, but it had the opposite effect, as you found that you wanted him more.

It looked like he was about to say something else, further comment on the situation. So you stepped forward, intruding on his personal space. His brows furrowed, confused, as he backed a little further into the fence.

“What-..” He begun talking, though was quickly quelled by your finger, tapping gently over his lips. Each nail was perfectly manicured, painted a soft pink colour, drawing his eyes downwards to the appendage.

You looked up slightly to meet his gaze, though thankfully the heels gave you some leverage. “Are you not into me, or something?” You asked, the words tainted with feigned sadness.

It elicited the intended reaction, for Carl shook his head almost immediately, words coming out hurried and confused. “What? No. You’re… beautiful, obviously.”

The smile returned within an instant, a sly grin that manifested much too quick for the previous emotion to be genuine. Carl was beginning to catch on, starting to understand that you had a better hold on his feelings than he did.

It was like playing with a Venus flytrap. You were a minx, a siren. Each word was sticky, coated in a honey-like sweetness that caused him to fold, bending to your every desire.

Instead of answering verbally, you slid to your knees, finding purchase in the gravelly earth. Soft skin became slightly dirtied, though you paid no mind to it, gaze still firmly locked on Carl.

He swallowed, hard, appearing in slight disbelief. Those manicured fingernails gently scraped the fabric of his flannel, trailing down, down, to the denim of his jeans.

“This is.. we shouldn’t do this,” Carl whispered, sounding both breathless and slightly panicked. “You shouldn’t do this.”

“But you want it.” You interjected, and as if to make a point, traced a pointed fingernail over the crotch of his jeans. They were slightly tented, causing Carl’s face to flush with embarrassment, looking towards the sky to avoid gazing directly down the exposed portion of your chest.

Fostering his attention back, you gave a chaste pinch to his side, causing Carl to yelp and look back down at you. His silence caused you to grow stern, that soft allure gone, replaced by an air of dominance. “Say it. Say you want it.” You commanded.

As if on command, Carl was nodding, forcing the words from his throat. “I do.”

“Really?” You inquired, stretching out the tension, which only ebbed on the throbbing feeling in Carl’s pants. It had been hard enough to remain composed in front of Negan, but without the looming threat, his mind found that it wanted you more than he’d like to admit.

“Yes. Please, I want you.” He finally uttered, those few words delivered in a tone of desperation, laced with a hint of shame. This was wrong. So wrong.

The smile returned once more, conforming back to that sweet, soft look. You appeared proud, content, happy to have gotten your way. “Good boy.” You cooed, and in that instance, Carl believed it was all worth it.

You finally worked at his jeans, unbuttoning the fly and slowly pulling the zipper down. Despite being near the back fence of Alexandria, anyone could walk past, which added to your excitement and Carl’s anxiety.

Fisting him in your hand, you licked your lips, savouring the way his breath would hitch. His cock was hard in your palm, the tip red and strained from all the teasing. It was slender, curved slightly, and you wondered how it would feel in your throat.

“Did you like the dress?” You asked him, hot breath hitting his exposed cock as you spoke, “I wore it for you.”

Carl’s gaze was drawn down, back to the exposed cleavage in the silky black dress. He found himself nodding, having to force the words out, still in somewhat of a state of disbelief.

“Yes, I did,” He replied, voice cracking as your palm tightened its hold. “I do.”

Finally, finally, you poked your tongue out, flattening it to lick a generous strip from base to tip. You swirled it around the top, collecting the salty precum, before suctioning your lips onto his heated member.

Trying not to make too much noise, Carl’s hands fumbled, holding onto the fence behind him. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, barely holding in a ragged moan as you slide down his clock, wet mouth enveloping him to the hilt. It was no surprise you were this good.

You looked up at him, lashes slightly wet with the stretch, as you held your place. One hand rested over his hip, whilst the other reached out to take Carl’s hand in your own, leading it to the back of your head.

He was nervous, clearly, trying not to hurt you. But then you swallowed around him, tight throat restricting, allowing him to feel every ridge, and Carl couldn’t help himself. His hips nudged forward, shallowly thrusting deeper into your channel, with a stuttered gasp.

Encouraging the movement, you dipped your head back for air, before swallowing him whole once again. Carl seemed to get the message, his hand gently fisting your hair, as he worked up a steady motion that allowed him to fuck into your throat.

The pressure of a tight, wet heat was unlike anything he’d had before, and Carl found himself unable to be silent. His moans were quiet and breathy, moving up a pitch whenever you swirled your tongue around the tip on the up-stroke.

You reached up, forcing your palm over his mouth, trying to keep him from making too much noise. It serves to muffle the sound, along with enhancing that arousing feeling of control, revelling in the fact that he’s at your mercy.

Feeling him twitch in your throat, you pull away. It elicits a whine from Carl, strung out and desperate to have you in any way possible. Keeping him at that edge, you build up firm strokes over his cock, now slick with your saliva, as you hurriedly pull down the bust of your dress.

It exposes your breasts to the cool air, giving a firm yank on your bra to free them. The sight causes Carl to gasp, squirming in your hold as you tighten your fist, finally milking sticky strings of cum that land right on your skin, spilling all over your tits.

With practised motions, you slow down, not wanting to overstimulate the boy. His head falls back, leaning against the fence, trying to catch his breath. You shake your hand out, relieving it of the slight cramp from how dedicated you’d jerked him off.

As planned, your breasts were coated in his release, though luckily it hadn’t soiled your dress nor bra.

You brush the dirt from your knees as you stand, finding them to be slightly scraped due to the gravel. Carl’s attention falls on you once more, after he’s readjusted his jeans, rendered speechless by your appearance.

The silence fills the space between you, though you have an expectant look on your face, once Carl doesn’t quite understand. A raised brow, you glance down to your chest, before back up at him.

“Gonna clean up your mess?” You ask him.

He blinks once, twice, before catching on. “You mean… with a towel?”

You purse your lips, a manicured finger swiping across the swell of your breast. It picks up a glob of cum, pearly white on the tip, which you deposited into your mouth.

Carl seems to get the hint, a nervous look on his face. He’s never… eaten his own cum before, the idea making his face scrunch up in mild disgust, though you seem to do it effortlessly. His hands settle on your hips, hesitantly, still standing there in consideration.

“Unless you want Negan to see?” You prompt once more, the vague threat working to kick him into gear, understanding the severity of the situation.

It was his mess, after all.

His head dips down, licking a tentative stripe over your exposed breast. The taste is unique, salty and distinct, though not exactly unpleasant. Carl tightens his grip on your waist, as you gently thread a hand through his hair, guiding his face as he cleans you up.

The action has your nipples hardening, a tingly sensation growing between your thighs, though you’d wait until later to satisfy yourself. When he pulls up, there’s a smug look on your face, gleaming with pride.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You whisper, leaning close to deposit a grateful kiss over Carl’s lips, tasting him on his tongue once more.

His face is red, flustered and slightly embarrassed over what you’d made him do. You tug your bra back into place, along with adjusting the hem of your dress, smoothing it down to reestablish that perfect appearance.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You announce, giving the boy a small wink before prancing back into Alexandria’s centre. There’s a breathless stammer behind you, though you pay it no mind, willing to let Carl simmer in his feelings before your eventual return.

Of course, you managed to clean up a little more before reuniting with Negan, who was speaking to a Saviour at the front gate. He greeted you with a chaste kiss to the cheek, arm wrapping around your waist.

“What happened to your knees, baby?” He rumbled, concern furrowing in over his brow.

You looked down, noticing how they were slightly scraped. “Heels on gravel.” You shrug, offering it as a minute explanation, though of course, it’s far from the truth.

For now, Carl would remain your little secret.

#carl grimes x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x you #carl grimes #carl grimes x you #negan smith x reader #the walking dead #negan smith

[t0yac1d]

more carl grimes PLEASE 😍😍 you write him sooo good

what about edging a submissive carl? cockwarming him in your mouth but coming up whenever he’s about to cum?

You'll be Fine (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, sub!Carl

Notes: Thank you, my love😊, I was honestly nervous that I wasn't writing him in character. Also school fucking SUCKS right about now. Also (x2) my birthday is this Saturday! Yall should definitely send in some requests.

Word Count: 359

You lied your stomach, resting between Carl's legs on his bed while he sat against the headboard. His hands gripped his sheets and blanket while yours flipped the pages of the magazine.

"Can you please move..at least a little?" he asked, face red and sweaty, breath airy and chest heaving. He looked down at you and you looked up at him with those big eyes that he loves more than anything. "Mm-mm." you hummed, slightly shaking your head, the vibrations of your hum sent shivers thought Carl's body. "ha..." he shook.

Your tongue licked on the vein at the bottom of his cock. Drool spilling from the sides of your mouth and dripping on to his sheets, wet patches soaking just one spot.

The only movement that Carl got was whenever you pried your mouth off of his cock whenever you felt his cock twitch. Even if he wasn't even close to cumming, you'd sit up and take your warm mouth away.

You continued flipping through the magazine, humming whenever you saw something you liked. The feeling was overwhelming. The feeling of your throat closing around him every now and then, your tongue moving around ever so slightly, your lips fitting perfectly around his cock.

He couldn't hold himself back, especially when you looked so good with his cock sitting in your mouth. How you look when you gaze up at him, how fucking messy you look with saliva dripping out of your mouth and down your chin, on to your neck...down your shirt..

Carl's eyes wandered down, following the trail of saliva, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you sat up. His cock slipping from between your lips. He let out a whine as he reached out for you, "Gotta pee, I'll be right back, don't worry." you smiled, "No no no.." he babbled, hands grabbing yours and pulling you near him.

You pushed Carl on the bed and walked towards the door, "Please, baby, please.." he begged, cock rock hard and tip red. "You'll be fine." you smiled, walking out of the room, leaving Carl alone in his room with blue balls.

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[carlgrimesenthusiast]

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requests | open!

( please elaborate on your request, i’ll write what you want to read. i don’t want to disappoint you with something you won’t like!! )

minors do not interact, racism, transphobia, homophobia or any type of of hatred is not welcome here. please be nice & respectful. i do not write noncon and incest.

↳˗ˏˋcarl grimesˊˎ˗ ↴

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ cuddles || sub!carl grimes x reader |fluff

summary: cuddling with carl

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ keep judith safe for me || angst

summary: carls death.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ giving sub!carl head || smut (req)

summary: giving carl sub!carl head

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ needy || sub!carl grimes || smut (req)

summary: carl being needy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ we’re supposed to hate each other… || smut (req)

summary: you’re negans daughter, you pay a little visit to alexandria. you make a little suggestive comment towards carl, leading to a fun time.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ carl sucking readers tits || smut (req)

summary: readers tits get sucked by carl

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ rough day || smut (req)

summary: you’ve had a rough day, carl knows exactly how to make you feel better.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ don’t hang out with him || kinda angst?? / fluff

summary: carl gets jealous when he sees you hanging out with ron.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you’re not alone | fluff (req)

summary: you’re new to alexandria and do not trust anyone. carl reassures you that you can trust him and everyone else.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ i can save myself | angst to fluff (req)

summary: carl and reader are out on a run. reader gets injured whilst protecting carl. he gets mad at reader because he thinks it’s his job to protect you instead.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ truth or dare | a bit smutish , fluff (req)

summary: you and carl play truth or dare, the longer you play, the more explicit it gets.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ i love you just the way you are | fluff (req) TW: ed

summary: reader thinks that because they’re dating carl now, they need to change the way they look in order for carl to stay in love with them.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ aftercare with sub!carl | fluff, smut (req)

summary: after a night with carl, you clean him up.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ punishment | smut (req)

summary: carl breaks into the sanctuary, you decide to punish him your own way.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ summer buys | fluff ( req )

summary: modern!carl takes you shopping.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ favourite brush | fluff (req)

summary: carl brushes/plays with your hair.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ boob guy!carl | smut (req)

summary: carl worshipping fem!readers boobs

SERIES

ੈ✩‧₊˚ i’m right here

note- i do see all your comments but since this isn’t my primary account therefore i cannot reply to you!! please know that i appreciate every single comment!!!🫶

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[kisses4kaia]

request:

carl walks into readers room and finds her “touching “ herself

short lil blurbs buttt i love this !! fem reader everybody is over the age of 18 !!

untitled (for now) 💯- c, grimes ,,

this could go a few ways, i think.

softdom!carl would just be popping into your bedroom late at night to spend time with you, but when he realizes what he walked in on, oh boy.

he leans back on a nearby chair and tells you to carry on. you whine and beg for him, but he stays set in his ways.

so you obey, eventually. continuing to play with yourself whilst he palms himself through his jeans.

"yeah, good girl," "does it feel good?" "you look so pretty f'me, baby," he'd praise.

and then when you're almost there, literally teetering over the edge, he gets up from his seat and fuck you into the matress <3.

or...

sub! carl would hear you moaning from down the hallway and want to know if you're okay.

turns out, you're more than okay. he's watching you from the door that you 'accidentally' left open, absolutely starstruck.

"o-oh my gosh, carl! i didn't see you there," you'd lie, eyes briefly flashing down to the very evident tent in his pants.

"i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to walk in on you like this, not that there's anything wrong with it! but-" he'd ramble, not being able to wipe his mind of the image of your legs spread wide open, his own name falling from your lips.

and then you'd cut him off with "well, i'm glad you did. do you want to maybe.. help me out?" you'd bat your lashes as he blinked, registering what you meant.

was the girl of his dreams seriously asking him to help her... masturbate? he couldn't believe his ears. "carl? where'd you go?" you snapped him out of his thoughts.

"what?"

"do you wanna help me?"

"y-yes! i mean, um, yeah, sure.." he'd remove his hat and flannel, sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for your instruction.

and you'd guide his long fingers to your cunt, showing him what felt good and he was a very fast learner.

"like this?" "could i maybe..." "did that feel good?"

and later, all of both his and your clothes were off. you sat on top of him, finally fulfilling the wet dream he's been having of you for years.

"i-i've- fuck- dreamt about this, with you," he'd say with his eyes (or eye) half-lidded, hands iron-gripped to your hips.

and finally, you'd ride through both of your earth-shattering orgasms.

you'd flop down next to him, catching your breath.

"wanna go again?"

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HUSH c.grimes

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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - in the midst of running from a herd, you and carl find yourselves a room just for the two of you, perfect for all the private manners he'd been planning. only problem, the rest of the group were just downstairs.

 ☆ WARNINGS - smut, blood + gore (beginning), fingering, p!v, creampie, unprotected sex, porn with plot, praise kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, kinda public sex?, mention of masterbation, petnames, dirty talk, thumb sucking?, overstimulation, kinda corruption kink, tit sucking, mocking, aged up characters, carl mentioned to be bigger than reader, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

right about now, you were supposed to be tucked away in your bed. well, tucked not so much. you'd imagine that right about now, you'd have your legs spread while whimpering and whining against your boyfriend. in fact, he'd been the one to tell you himself that this was how you'd be spending your evening, he promised.

instead, you were running from infected, surprise, surprise.

it seemed like it was the only thing you were doing lately, running from the infected.

carl had been on a 'mission' for over a week now. when he'd left, you'd gave him big doey eyes along with a pouty lip which he kissed away and stated that as soon as he got home, he'd give you everything you'd be missing out on. when he got home, you were overjoyed.

that was, albeit, until you were both tasked with something else.

nobody in alexandria would give you a break if their lives depended on it.

you'd been waiting so patiently for your boyfriend, had not touched yourself while he was gone due to his explicit rules. you'd been so excited when he'd placed your back against the bed, kissing you roughly.

and rick thought this was the perfect moment to come get you both from the room and inform you that they were down three people for an urgent supply run. you and carl's assistance would be needed asap. as soon as the words came out of his mouth, carl noticed the way your features slumped and he was positive that throughout the entire run, even when the rain had pattered against your heads and you found yourself fighting against infected, that little pout never left.

"we have to leave!" aaron shouted above and beyond, it was hard to make out the muffled voices of everyone while the rain was so heavy and the sound of groans and gurgles could be heard. "we need to get out of here!"

"there's a buildin' over there!" that was daryl, you assumed.

you couldn't exactly make out much. what you could make out, was the way you gripped the knife in your hand, brows knit together in worry and despite the way you thrashed against the dead, carl made sure his back stayed planted against yours, every now and again turning back to make sure you were okay and that you could handle yourself. truth be told, you didn't know how much longer you could fight.

you always mentioned to carl that you weren't a fighter, always having that adored pout when you said it. you weren't 'brave and strong' like he was. you were nothing like him.

carl always had to remind you, that was one of the reason's why he loved you so much.

in a world full of chaos, you were the calm.

perhaps that was why you'd barely killed any walkers, if any. carl was doing everything in his power to keep you shielded while he did the fighting. he had always been somewhat of a protector towards you.

"go!" you didn't know who was yelling now, all you knew was that carl had grabbed you by the hand, hoisting you forward. the group ran, some turning to slash at the dead beings, blood squirting onto their clothes as they fell slump against the ground. "keep running!"

the building that they'd been talking about soon came into view.

it was large and white, with various windows, some broken, some not. you could vaguely make out the linen curtains from behind the glass, covering the contents that lay inside.

daryl pushed the door open, slamming his entire body against it before it swung open. everyone ran inside, gathering in the first hall while daryl and rick put their body weight on the door, slamming the two large doors shut and making sure no dead got inside. glenn grabbed a large piece of wood, shoving it between the two handles and assuring that it wouldn't open.

everyone panted as the two men let go of the door, taking a glance around the building they'd stumbled into. "what is this place?" rick was out of breath, trying to regain it while his hands sat on his knees.

glenn pursed his lips. "I think it's a hotel."

rick, daryl, carol and glenn all searched the perimeter of the building. aaron and gabriel went from room to room, swinging the doors open and making sure they didn't find any dead inside. once assured that they were clear, rosita and tara began assigning the rooms. tara was behind the reception counter, acting out as if she were the receptionist, rosita tried to stifle her laugh.

maggie turned with her eyebrows slightly pinched. "such kids." she'd mumbled to you and carl to which you giggled while carl rolled his eyes with a smile.

soon enough, everyone had regrouped in what you assumed used to be the lounge area. there was a large fireplace that somehow aaron got going. everyone sat around on the couches, swapping war stories and whatnot. rick wasn't too happy about being here in the first place, presumedly because one of the people they were down was michonne due to an awful turnover she'd had last night. she was sick and rick was just dying to make it back to her.

he was the first to excuse himself to bed.

on one of the couches, you and carl lay.

your head was spinning.

you'd tried your upmost hardest to keep yourself contained and you did, because the last thing you needed was someone noticing the way you seemed sort of in a daze. carl had been gone on a run prior, he'd left you for over a week so naturally, he was more touchy than ever.

and don't get me wrong, carl was usually touchy with you. he was the type of guy that always had an arm around your shoulder or waist or merely holding your hand close. but during times like these, when he'd just gotten back from the various runs and trips, he was always especially touchy, more so than ever.

you were clad in his blue flannel over your own pretty pink spaghetti strap. it draped over you, serving as an extra layer of warmth. carl was bigger than you so naturally the flannel came over your hands, practically swallowing you whole.

your mind drifted to going home, back to alexandria. suddenly, your mind drifted to what carl had planned for you both when you got back, what he'd promised.

at the mere thought, you found yourself growing hot.

you let out a breath before shfiting back towards carl, bringing him impossibly closer.

carl was always in tune with your feelings. he knew you like the back of his hand, whether you were sad, angry, happy, it didn't matter. he could tell how you were feeling just by the little glint in your eye. his head turned down to you, smiling softly at your features. you looked up at him with doe like eyes, your own lips formed the smallest of pouts.

you wondered if he knew how you felt now.

and by the way his smile turned into somewhat of a smirk, he must have. he turned back to the group, continuing what he was saying as his hand inched around your upper thigh.

the feeling of his hand sat so close to where you needed him was enough to have your body giving the reaction. you pulled yourself as close to him as humanly possible.

every now and again he'd include you in the conversation, asking you questions to keep you focused. but at the same time he'd ask the question, he'd give your thigh a little squeeze. to anyone watching, he would have looked like a boy simply trying to include his shy girlfriend, as if she couldn't speak up for herself. but carl and you both knew why he was touching you the way he was, why he was giving you that little soft look, enough to have your knees week.

a nod would be your response, eyes sort of hazy as you did so. the others assumed you were tired, you all were. but carl knew what those eyes meant, looking up at him like you were prepared to take him here and now.

the way your hands wrapped feebly against his arm. the way you looked at him with doey eyes. the way you sighed softly and placed your head against him.

he had to excuse you both.

"think we're gonna call it a night." came his voice that you longed to hear so desperately. your eyes glanced back up at him, a little surprise joined into the mix. "right?"

you didn't respond, a 'mhm' sufficing as you nodded your head.

"good idea." maggie responded, gently stretching her arm but she stayed seated on the couch. "you'll need your strength for the morning."

"if you guys need anything just holler." glenn added. you both had a feeling that the others would be staying up quite a bit longer that night.

carl nodded. "thanks, we will." before excusing you both. it wasn't until you were in the hallway that he spoke again. "you know what room we're in, baby?" his voice all soft as his mouth travelled down to your ear, lips gently grazing against your skin.

"room 290, i think." your own voice was soft, sort of hushed as you glanced back up at him, seeing the way he nodded before grazing your eyes back to the doors around you.

turns out, your room was placed on the highest floor. you both walked up the stairs, his hands around your waist, practically pulling you back into him. it was like he'd needed you impossibly closer. and you weren't one to judge. on the contrary, you needed him just as much, perhaps that was why he was holding you so close, he knew.

you opened the door of the room, glancing around to the fully dressed white linen bed while stripping yourself of the flannel that had lay around your shoulders. you placed it on the chair close to the little table that sat in the hotel room. you assumed it used to have one of those coffee makers on it. the table was now empty and the little holder had no sugar packets. you sighed as the cold air hit your now bare arms. it was cold but no longer could you wear the flannel, not while it was covered in mud and was so wet that it practically stuck to your skin.

however, whatever air you took in was suddenly knocked from your lungs at the soft feeling of carl's fingertips against you. you held your breath, his fingers dancing over your shoulder as he pushed the hair back, making room on your neck for his mouth.

his lips came down to dance on the delicate skin, listening to your little intake of breath as he did so.

his hands moved down, tracing themselves back to your waist, where they seemingly always lay. you could feel his lips press kisses against your skin while his fingers began to turn at the waistband of your jeans. your chest rose and fell, gentle as ever. the mere kissing on your neck was almost enough to relieve what you'd been holding in for a week.

"carl?" your voice barely a murmur. he responded with a hum, causing vibrations to shoot throughout your entire body. "what... what are you doing?" voice breathy, almost high pitched.

finally, he moved his mouth away from your neck, turning your body around gently and pushing you backwards until your back hit off the coffee table from behind you. "this is what you wanted, no?" you could feel his fingers fumbling with the little button of your jeans. "why you were giving me the fuck me eyes down there."

you felt your face grow hot. you hadn't been meaning to give him any sort of eyes. however, you'd been so wrapped up in your little... problem, you'd hardly noticed. "i wasn't." you spoke, defending yourself as your brows moved together, pinching themselves as you tried to make up an excuse.

nothing came to mind.

carl didn't mind, however, as instead of waiting for you to make up an excuse, he moved his hand further. you felt his hand slip beneath your jeans, just above your panties, cupping your clothed pussy. "that why you're soaking?" you couldn't so much as respond before feeling his lips plant themselves against your neck once more.

your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his mouth leave kisses against your neck and his hand move gently against your soaking heat. you found your own hips rutting down on the hand softly, trying to create the friction you'd missed so dearly. however, your eyes soon blinked themselves open again upon realising what you were doing. "carl." you murmured softly. "everyone's downstairs." worry coating your tone thickly.

he only hummed before retracting his head from your neck. "so you're gonna have to be really good 'n stay quiet f'me. think you can do that, yeah?"

it was a stupid idea, you were aware. anyone could have come in, i mean it wasn't like the rooms exactly came with locks. but you'd missed him for an entire week, an entire week filled with lonely nights, itching to reach your hand down beneath your pink panties and yet, you'd been unable. you'd waited long enough for him. "mhm, i can stay quiet."

carl found his lips turning upwards. "good girl." this time, however, he attached his lips to your own and not your neck.

you whimpered as his hand moved at your pink panties, a little bow sitting at the top. he didn't utter a word before his fingers danced across your clit, tracing it gently. you knew you had to be quiet, the last thing you needed was anybody hearing you moaning carl's name. but it was so hard when he was finally giving you the sweet relief you'd wanted so desperately.

"shh shh." gently shushing you as his pointer finger dragged across your folds, collecting your slick before shoving it inside your aching hole. "i know, baby, i know." trying to keep you as quiet as he could while pumping a finger in and out of you.

he used his free hand to grab the back of your head, softly placing it against his shoulder so you could moan into the cloth of his own flannel, your eyes rolling at the feeling of him adding yet another, long, thin finger.

carl knew he was making you feel good, he never doubted himself in that department. he was well aware of how you reacted just to his fingers, the way you'd stare at them while he messed with something idly or when he was cleaning his knives and you'd sit on his lap, eyes trained on his long fingers.

"doin' so good, angel." kissing the crown of your hair as he played around with your hole. "so good f'me." did he know the true affect his words had on you?

your eyes squeezed shut, unable to make a coherent sentence. you felt the band in your stomach begin to build. that hot pleasure you'd been wanting to experience all while carl was gone.

but you couldn't let yourself feel it all yet.

"carl." you whined out as quietly as you could. "need you." and he knew what that meant.

you practically scrambled against him, wanting him to stop fingering you so you could come on his dick but he wanted to take his sweet time with you. which is why he shushed you again, petting your head like a puppy. "shh, pretty girl, i'll give you what you want later, jus' relax." he'd coax you through your first orgasm before putting himself inside of you. this way, he'd be able to slip in much easier.

you let him soothe you as your eyes fluttered shut again. you tried, in all your will, to keep them open. you attempted to struggle, babbling pathetically as you found yourself reaching your brink.

the band snapped.

you could have screamed in pleasure.

your fists grabbed at his flannel, trying everything in your will to cling to him. he only shushed you further, cooing and holding your mouth to his shoulder as you emitted loud moans. it was a wonder if anyone hadn't heard you. but as of now, you couldn't find it in yourself to care, too overwhelmed with the feeling of white that coated your vision.

"good girl, good girl." he kept repeating so softly into your ear. his fingers still moved at your gushing hole, letting you ride out your high while trying to keep yourself quiet. the task proved itself to be much harder than he'd presented it.

when you'd finally rode out your high, he softened the hand against the back of your head, letting you look up at him. your mouth was open, drool coating your bottom lip while your eyes looked sort of wide and fucked out. he'd kissed you softly then, smirking at what he'd created.

he loved having you like this, turning from the sweet and innocent girl you were a couple of hours ago, helping glenn pick flowers for maggie, to how you were now, fucked out with a look of bliss in your eye. it was like you were made for him. made for him to ruin.

"you still want this?" he questioned, though some could deem it as rhetorical, seeing as he was well aware that you could never say no to such an offer, not from him. you nodded your head, still out of breath. "then say it." finding his lips quirking up.

he knew you were too blissed to say a word. he'd be surprised if you could so much as form a coherent sentence. but you needed him, desperately so. "need..." your breaths falling heavily against your raw lungs. "need you." a mere two words, you'd struggled to even get that out.

if there was anything carl liked to do more than fuck your brains out, it was tease you until it was in scrambles. "where's your manners?" but he didn't look angry. on the contrary, he had that shit eating grin displayed across his face.

you had just about enough of his antics. "please, carl." bucking your hips forward despite the fact that your panties and jeans had been somewhere discarded on the floor, leaving you bare as he stood clothed in front of you.

that changed, all too soon. he kissed you roughly while ridding himself of the flannel he wore, tearing off the grey shirt beneath it and then finding your own pretty spaghetti tank top. he grasped the pink material between his fingers, practically ripping it above your head.

his lips moved from your own to your breasts, one of his hands slowly kneading the other. you could barley keep yourself silent, head thrown back and pretty whimpers falling from your lips.

that only egged carl on more. with your nipple sat in between his lips, he glanced up at you. his tongue rolled across your nipple causing yet another whimper to leave your pretty pink lips. he couldn't help himself, not when you looked so pretty for him.

he removed his mouth from your tit, finding himself all too wrapped up in the thought of being inside of you. he grabbed your hips roughly before lifting you and shoving you back down onto the coffee table roughly. your legs were spread as you ached for him, his lips meeting yours much more rough than before.

your hands moved to his hair, gently tugging on it as his own hands moved to his belt. you watched him slip it off before grasping the buttons of his jeans. you were too wrapped up in kissing him, yet you still stole glanced downwards so you could see what he was doing.

not that he'd ever move at a pace where you didn't know what was happening.

you watched him pull his hard cock out from beneath his grey boxers, finding yourself holding your breath. every single time, without fail, you forgot just how big he was.

your eyes were slightly wide, tracing over his entire length. at this point, you'd stopped kissing, both merely looking downward to your entrance and his dick. "you ready?" you felt his fingers grab at your chin, lifting your face to meet his. you nodded slowly, eyes still all hazy and fucked out. "words, sweet girl."

"nmph, 'm ready." wanting nothing more than him inside of you. you'd waited too long for this.

he pressed a singular kiss to your lips before sliding himself inside your pretty hole.

your eyes shut closed again, squeezing together as you felt his head go inside, slowly but surely he slipped his entire length in, your cum coated walls making it easier. your mouth was parted open, a shaky breath leaving your lips. you felt him settle inside of you, opening your eyes to look at his pretty features.

he was in awe of you. you looked practically cock drunk, and he'd barely gotten inside. your hazy look was enough to set his heart ablaze. you felt him leave your gummy walls before ramming back inside.

you whimpered and whined. once he began, he couldn't stop.

his hands were practically glued to your hips, holding them against him while thrusting into you, using your hips to guide him inside. you whined as the table you sat on shoved against the back wall, hitting against it. you wondered if anyone could hear, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, all you cared about was carl fucking you silly.

his hand came up to your cheeks, thumb dancing around your lips before shoving it inside your mouth.

your eyes fluttered closed, lips taking in his thumb and sucking on it, tongue flat against it. it helped with your whines and whimpers, letting your noises be muffled with your closed mouth, enveloping his singular finger.

at the same time, carl never stopped the thrusts in and out of you. if anything, he sped up. he couldn't help himself, practically animalistic as a white creamy ring coated the base of his dick. "fuck." he practically stammered out, shoving his dick inside. "y'so pretty like this." you were pretty all the time, beautiful even. but this, this was one of carl's favourite ways to see you. you felt his free hand move his other thumb down towards your clit, gently tracing it again. it caused you to let out a harsh whine, practically shoving yourself closer onto his dick, unconsciously. you couldn't unhear the laugh that sprouted from his lips with a coo following soon after. "sensitive?" he questioned but didn't wait for an answer before drawing tight little circles around your clit.

with the mix of his dick inside of you, pumping in and out roughly, his thumb dancing across your clit and his thumb, grounding you, you were sure that the feeling began to fill up in your stomach once again.

carl felt your sopping walls clench around him. "so soon?" he almost laughed at you, but you were too blissed to even register that he was mocking you. instead, you nodded, practically drooling on his thumb. but he wasn't one to laugh for he felt the same feeling build in his own stomach.

your mouth left around his finger, leaving his thumb mush the spit he'd collected around your lips. there was something about the way you'd do whatever it is he wanted, without question that just... drove him over the edge.

"carl." you whined out, doe eyes looking up at him with scrunched brows.

"y'gonna cum?" he practically teased, watching you nod swiftly. "gonna cum on my dick, huh?" too pussy drunk to understand what he was saying, either. "c'mon, baby, cum f'me." his thumb never stopping the circles against your clit.

he felt your walls clench around him for the last time, before gushing.

his own hips stuttered, faltering as he felt you cum all over his dick. it drove him over the edge as his own cum spewed from his dick, still inside you. "fuck, fuck, fuck..." mumbling with his eyes closed, unable to feel anything else other than your cum coating his own dick.

he glanced down, seeing your sticky cum mixed with his own, drooling from your pretty hole. his hips gently rocked into your own, his dick sliding out of you, coated in both your juiced before bucking back inside of you.

with fucked out, teary eyes you looked up at him, almost confused. "c'mon, you got one more in you, huh?" slowly, you nodded your head. "yeah, 'know you do. good girl, good girl."

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CARL!GRIMES X INNO!READER

Hello Hun!! I saw your Carl grimes smut and wanted to request something, hope you are taking requests rn.

So Y/n has been at Alexandria since the start, she loves wearing skirts and things that would hug her figure thinking it’s alright (she has a lot of confidence) . It’s been a couple since Carl and his group came so like he is (20) while Y/N is (22) just a year older than him. Her parents at a young age were very strict and so she didn’t know about the adult things and so that’s why she’s innocent not knowing about what sex is. Y/n developed a crush on the boy, but was too shy to even speak to him as well as Carl. But sometimes he would try to speak with her.

Carl had these fantasies about her even would think about her every night. That is until he had enough waiting.

CONTAIN: Perverted!Carl, Praise & Degrading!Kink, DOM!Carl, Pleading!KINK, Foul!Language, pet names, SUB!Reader, Hair Pulling, Thigh!Riding, Virgin!Reader, Body!Worship, Dry Humping.

A/N: AAH, OF COURSE I ACCEPT REQUESTS!! THANK YOU FOR THIS, LOVE!! Also, apologies to my fellow non-female readers, my next fic will be gender neutral as I usually intend it to be. :) Physical feminine aspects of Y/N will be mentioned for this fic.

This one-shot is a bit long. 👍

Warnings/Summary: Swearing but the rest have been written above in the requests. :D

You’re a more closed-minded than others, especially considering your age. It’s not like you’re completely oblivious of the fallen world outside of the walls, nor are you new to swearing or shooting gun, but you are definitely somone who people would consider blind to adult situations. Shit, you didn’t know why everyone would make it a big deal when you ask where babies actually come from. Truth is, you were raised beyond strictly under a bubble made by your parents, even before the collapse of society.

Alexandria was an all time safe place for you, but you felt like it was a lot more secure after a certain group arrived. He helped with so much, most people in Alexandria didn’t even notice that a drought was slowly building up, and Rick and his group fixed it. In other words, you were grateful for them entering your home. Especially, a certain someone, Rick’s son, Carl. You were always so reserved that it never crossed your mind that actually speaking to him could help further more in your interest on him. You admired him, you couldn’t lie to yourself, and in your hopes and dreams you wished on every star that he reciprocated your feelings. You had lived most of your life inside these walls, you couldn’t fall in love like the comics you read thousand and thousand of times. Enid, Mikey and Ron were some of the friends you grew up with, you couldn’t bring yourself to like them like that. It didn’t help your case that every time you and Carl had to be in a room together, you would always look away from how your head filled with ‘naughty thoughts’. By naughty, you meant holding hands, complementing and chatting with Carl while you strolled through the neighborhood. Was love supposed to feel this way? You felt as if something was missing. Nonetheless, you didn’t know, and as far you knew, Carl would probably have more knowledge on this topic than you. You completely forgot that you were at a sleepover at Enid’s house, she was old enough to own one according to Rick and others. You always wore simple clothing that showed your body figure, you were proud of it. It was nothing new for other people, you always had tight clothing that could show any of your body’s layout. While you were zoning out with your daydreaming, Enid speaks up to everyone in the room.

“Okay okay. Carl,” she announces as she turned everyone’s attention to the freckled man. “you lost the best, so I decided on what you can do to entertain us. You have to take Y/N to your secret hideout outside the walls.”

You don’t even remember what they were talking about neither did you really pay attention to what Enid had just spouted, but your name was mentioned and that snapped you back into reality, you look around to see the big 3 laughing at Carl as his face turned red.

He hesitates speaking first but eventually comes to it. “Like, alone?”

“Alone alone.~” Enid laughs her ass off right after this, while Mikey whistled in the background, which only reinforced everyone’s laughter. “Don’t forget to tell us details, eh?” She leaves that statement with a grin on her face, they were just teasing him like always.

That must have left Carl mad because the moment he turned to face you and smiled at him, he bolted out of the room immediately, looking red. You didn’t even realize that you followed him outside, until he had turned out to face you walking behind him.

He starts walking away quicker. “Carl, wait!” You raise your voice and he immediately stops his tracks to turn around to look at your face. “What was Enid talking about alone? I know it sounds like a stupid question, I might have gotten lost in thought again.” You half-smiled and chuckle out of embarrassment because this was one of the few few times you had interacted. It was always Carl who initiated all of your small chats, you always gave a half-assed excuse to hide your stuttering voice every time he did so.

“Y/N. I—“ He stops talking to take something to process and mumble to himself, you didn’t know why so you just lifted one of your eyebrows, confused as to what could be troubling his thoughts. In your eyes, Carl always was someone so composed when speaking. “Hey, did little-miss-perfect ever try to sneak out of the walls?” His demeanor changed completely, it just left you shocked, but you still shake your head no. “If you try sneaking out with me, I’ll tell you what Enid was talking about when you were zoned out. I noticed you must have missed that part.” Carl flashes a smile at you, just that made your heart melt, so you smile back.

“Well, as long as you never tell anyone that I actually sneaked out!” Carl eyes your outfit up and down, you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you started feeling weird inside, in a good way.

When Carl was helped you climb over the walls, you could interpret a few strange things might have happened when it was your turn to go down. As you carefully slid down the outer of Alexandria, you managed to somehow trip yourself. Luckily, it was a small fall, you basically landed on your feet, but Carl immediately went kneeling to you and put his hands slowly up and your pants. He slowly rubbed the inner sides of your thighs, your behind and down to your ankles. You may have not probably reacted much to this on the outside, but you were freaking out on the inside, the way he massaged your legs and so so near your core. What was happening to your mind right now?! He could be simply checking for injuries! You were wearing thigh leggings so that must have been it. You look at how he smiles at this act, you try to pretend to hear it, maybe he was lost in something.

You continue to follow him to this small shed, it looks horrible on the outside, and you immediately refused to enter.

“Yeah, Carl, I’m not entering that.” You stop your track.

“C’mon, Y/N. You do realize this is our first time hanging out alone? Let’s make the most of it!” You couldn’t tell if he winked or blinked at you, having a crush on a guy with one eye was harder to take hints from.

You continue walking towards his direction. “Is that what Enid was talking about when she said ‘alone alone’?” Carl stops for a moment and then enters the shaggy shed. “I guess it’s a yes.”

The moment you enter, the shed was actually in good shape, especially with how the outside looks in comparison. Carl tells you he cleaned it up himself and invited you to sit by him, on a bed. You do so as you continue chatting on random comics you have read from Enid’s collection until you run out of topics. For a second, he made you forget about the apocalypse and everything bad about this world, he was the shining light this place needed.

“Ah, Carl, you have no idea how happy I am to be here with you.” You lay your back on the bed, as he turned your gaze upon you. “We need to come here more often.” For awhile, Carl didn’t respond. He just looking at you with a soft look on his face, every part of you, you felt like he could see through your skin with that glare. But suddenly, he got up.

“Sorry, I- I need to use the rest room.” Before you could even answer, he hurriedly goes to the bathroom connected to the bedroom you were in. You wait. And wait. And wait once more. You had enough and get up to knock on the door.

“Carl, is everything okay?” You hear the muffled sounds inside the bathroom stop.

“Yeah, just having to take care of something.” His voice sounded.. frustrated? Like he’s holding something.

“You can tell me, if you want I can help with it!” You happily say, as you witness the bathroom door open and he peaks out.

“Are you sure you can keep that?” He looks like those kids refusing to leave their room.

“A hundred percent!” You giggle and extended your arm to him.

That must have triggered something in him because as soon as you extended your hand out, he grabbed it and pushed you onto the bed. You felt like you were burning up, as he put his long hair on a small low ponytail and got on top of you, smiling from ear to ear.

“Y/N, you can’t be this innocent. There’s no way possible way.”

“I.. don’t get it.” He looked like a walker with the way he was about ready to devour you whole.

“Did you ever get taught about what sex, masturbation, erections?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“The what now?” You’re confused, to say the least. You heard those words before but you never really taught what they were.

“Fuck’s sake, I want to ruin you by the minute.” His breath is becoming more and more loud, and your heart keeping up with the same pace. “If you want, I can teach you what they are.” You nod almost instantly, if it meant it could get you closer with him. Carl moved his position to siting by the side of the bed again, leaving his hat on the bed side table. “Sit on my thigh. Each leg open on one side of my leg.” He sounds demanding, but also desperate.

You do exactly as what he says, you didn’t know how this would help until he grabs your hips to guide your waist to move along your clit along his leg. Your body doesn’t know how to react. The friction of your legging clothed pussy and his jeans, you never felt such pleasure before, your legs trembled a lil’ as Carl kept guiding you with his hands. Your arms wrap around his neck as you breathe on his neck. He continues to speed up, little by little, as he starts kissing your cheek and eventually, you. It was your first time kissing, you didn’t expect to be in such a place and form. After you break out of the kiss, his teeth beam and he hears you moan out his name and your begging to continue.

“Carl, pleasee- hghn- more! More!” In another moment, you would never utter these words but your brain barely functioned at the hands of Carl Grimes.

“More what, baby?” He whispers on your ear, he obviously wants to tease around you.

“Faster, make the mov..ement fast.” At this point you’re the one moving your own hips, he basically put his hands there as a decoration.

“Beg for it, move them yourself and moan my name. I’ll make sure you’ll be compensated, let me spoil you tonight.” Those words were gonna drive you crazy. You pick up your own pace and speed up the process. He kept making small praises in your ear on how good you were doing, god damn it, Grimes. You definitely didn’t predict he was interested in you.

You finally finish on his leg, catching your breath as Carl fills your face with kisses. “Who’s a good girl, huh? Who’s Carl’s obedient princess?” You couldn’t even properly answer. You gave a weak ‘me’ as you rest you head on his shoulder.

“Why are you resting?” He lifts up your face with his hand. “We’re getting started, didn’t I say I would rewards you?” You thought you were tired but hearing him made you gain energy once more. “What we just did is called thigh riding, I see you enjoyed it.” He places another kiss on your lips, and you return it.

His hands slowly make their way to your shirt and he begins to lift it off your body, Carl also takes notes to take off your bra before lying you down. “Oh, what do we have here?” You rise your head a little to see what he is about to do but your head yanks itself back as Carl’s finger started playing with your nipples. He pinches, slight pulling and sucking around your chest to hear you moan so loud in his ear.

If this is how you acted before he was inside you, he didn’t know how he would control himself when that moment comes.

He goes on your body, eventually reaching your pants. Carl goes back up to face you, eye to eye. “Ya’ sure you want me to go through everything?”

“Carl, hurry the fuck up.” You furrowed your eyebrows, you were happy he contained himself to even ask, especially after everything, but upset that he doesn’t go straight to whatever he wanted to do.

“Well, I tried to restrain myself.” He immediately takes off your soaked pants and panties, putting them somewhere aside the end of the bed. “Look at this!” Carl positions his fingers around your wet pussy. “Don’t you feel like a lil’ whore?” He moves this finger around, doing circles. You felt so sensitive, trembling from the mere touch of his skin near your private area and him degrading you. “What a pretty slut. Do you wish for more?” You already knew the answer. So did he. Carl felt good knowing that he finally could touch you like this and be able to tease you around for your first time. “I can’t wait to show you off when we get back.”

But he suddenly stopped. Pulling his hand away. You, as well, raise up to stand on your knees on the bed, only to notice that he is using his hands to help take off his shirt and pants. It was the first time you noticed his bulge and also your first at seeing a dick. It was directly pointing you, slightly curved upwards, its colors just matched him, a faint red blush color on his tip. You were admiring it so much, Carl had to snap his finger to get your attention again.

“What were you thinking about?” He asks, trying to sound pissed off but he couldn’t smirk at this situation.

“Uh.. Uhm… Your male sexual organ?” You let out an awkward smile.

He laughs. “Call it whatever, but I’m impatient for head.”

“Head?” You question him.

“A blowjob?”

“…”

“You really are asking to be fucked silly. Basically, lick and suck my cock, Y/N.” He smiles at your innocence yet to be crumbled by his hands. You, on the other hand, had to understand how you could give him the same satisfaction that he had given you previously.

You slowly start licking and putting him in your mouth. He silently groans and moans the more you take in, which you make a mental note of. But after it’s all in, you don’t know if you should move. “Sorry, beautiful.” Carl decided for you, as he grips your hair on his hand and bops your head back and forth. You were shocked at how fast he was going, so you work your way to keep up with him. The faster you go, the more lewd his voice sounded to you, it felt good hearing you complement you. “Fuck, baby, you look so pretty with your lips around my dick.” He huffs between your motions. When he finally reached his climax, he came inside your mouth. You didn’t know what to do. Were you supposed to swallow it? Spi-

“Swallow.” And you did so on command. Two hours ago, when you left home for that sleepover, you would have never suspected that THIS would be the outcome of your night.

“Is it over?” You ask him, you were sure you weren’t going to sleep that night.

“It should have but it seems, I can go up for more.” He grins at you as he pointed to his crotch, it was still up. Fuck’s sake, can you ever catch a breath around this lovable pervert?

“I’ll take it care of it.” He smiles. “IF!” His smile drops. “If you promise this is the last for tonight.” You made it sound like you were prepared to repeat this more times with him, which only excited him more.

“Of course, I’m going to respect your wishes.” Carl softly kisses your cheek, before he gets up to get a condom. You were innocent, but you at least remember what your parents called those. ‘Baby preventers’.

After he rolls the condom on top of his dick, he starts making out out until your head is placed on pillows and your body is placed right in-front of his eye. This was a view he wanted to enjoy looking at it for a long time. And hey, you were pretty prideful on your body, but the way Carl had you exposed, you try to hide it the best you can. That only pissed him off because he uses his left hand to lock both your arms in a trance by your wrist above your head. Whilst the other hand explored your naked body.

“You got such a pretty body, it’s perfect for me. This is ten times better than my imagination.” His eye softens as his hand reaches your waist. “May I enter?”

You knew this will mean he will put himself in you, but you were so nervous if he thought of you as gross. This feelings disappears as soon as he slowly places his tip and enters you. You gasp, as then slowly sigh. He stays still, both of you not used to this feeling.

“Can I move, Y/N?” You nod and he starts speeding up his activity. You both moan in synch, then he bites his lip, trying to shush himself to hear you cry out for him. “Jesus Christ, you’re squeezing me alive..” Quicker and quicker, he’s driving your mind somewhere else, not even he has enough breath to tease you, but for you it was sufficient that he just kept giving you that sweet look. He hurried his thrusts into you, making your back arch. You were glad Carl was your first time, who else could be so rough but so caring?

“Y-Y/N, I’m so close, can you handle it just a bit more?” He began stuttering, he was so close to his limit.

“Just keep going, sweetie.” You used your right hand to lift your body a little to kiss his cheek. Carl takes that opportunity to thrust one last time to finish. He re-organizes the bed for you and cuddles with you as he whispers sweet words into your ears, dozing off to your deep slumber.

It’s been a couple of weeks ever since that night at the shed. No one in Alexandria knew , for the exception of the perpetrators themselves, you and Carl. Your relationship and feelings did grow, but you wanted to make sure if he was serious about you, which Carl constantly showed through his actions. He happened to be at your house as you were cooking breakfast.

“Heyyy, Y/N.~” He hugs you from behind, probably plotting something.

“Good morning, Carl. I’m baking pancakes you want some?” You can’t really turn around to kiss him, you were too busy to trying not to mess up these pancakes.

“Oh, y’know… Just wanted to greet you.” He starts brushing his erect crotch against your back.

“Grimes! What if someone walks in?” You weren’t really worried as you were behind a counter but, you were concentrating on not fucking up your breakfast.

“And who will stop me?” He slowly positions your back and starts picking up speed with his crotch, making you put ur hand on your mouth to muffle the lewd noises he liked to hear. “Who could possibly come i-“

“CARL!” Tara just opens my door and walked into the kitchen. “I knew you’d be here. Your dad is looking everywhere for you, get back home, we got a new scavenge layout plan for tomorrow.”

We both look at each other, giving a small smile for how we were relieved Tara didn’t catch us.

“Also, leave Y/N alone, weirdo. Other people might see through your open window.”

“Shit.”

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