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spookyblazecoffee · 1 year

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This is literally called “Bye Cam...” in my Google Docs prepared to be sad.

There are two definite times Liam will visit his older brother's grave. Sometimes he’ll go without planning on going that day, but most of the time, he goes on his birthday and Camden’s birthday. Some years, if he finds something that he thinks Camden might’ve liked, he’ll find time on Christmas day and put whatever he found on the grave, after putting stuff in it, or on it, to weigh it down of course.

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The first Christmas without Camden

(Winter)

Liam snuck out of the house after everyone had opened their gifts. The cold air hitting his face as he walked towards the cemetery, stuffed bear in his hands. The fishing weights he had sewn into it made him almost drop it multiple times, but it was worth it because his older brother would get a Christmas gift.

After he reached the cemetery he looked for the grave he hadn’t been to since the funeral. When he found it he walked over to it and set the bear down.

“I had mama and David buy him, but I sewed him up myself after I put the weights in him. Mama said I did a good job. I have to get going before they realize I’m gone, but… I wanted you to get a gift.” Liam said to the grave in front of him. “I miss you Cam. Bye.” he added, before walking away.

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Camden’s 21st birthday

(Mid Summer)

“I had to mow a ton of yards to get enough money for all of this.” Liam said as he sat down in front of the grave, putting the container with a slice of chocolate cake down on the ground in front of him. The warm sun shining on his face. He put the candle in the cake and lit it with one of the matches he brought.

“Happy birthday, Cam Cam.” he continued, before blowing the candle out himself, tears spilling past his eyes. He got the plastic forks out of the bag he brought with him, “I know you don’t like to use plastic utensils, but, I couldn’t find anything else.” Liam stated putting one of the forks on the bear he put there last winter.

“Dad would kill me if he saw me crying.” he choked out putting the first bite of the cake in his mouth. Once he finished the piece of cake, he pulled one last thing from his bag. It was a small tiger plush that Camden had growing up. “I found this at a Goodwill, apparently dad had donated her after you died. But look, she’s the exact same one. See? She has the initials C.L. embroidered at the back of her neck. I made sure not to cut over that when I put the dancing weights I got from Lori in her.” Liam said proudly, “Lori told me I could take her old dancing weights when I asked her and Brett if they had anything to weigh something down enough, and mama said I’m getting better at sewing, maybe I’ll be able to make you a gift next time.” he added.

After a little while of Liam talking to the grave he stands up. “I don’t want to go, but I told mama and David that I’d be back by lunchtime.” he told the grave sadly, “I’ll try to come back before dinner though.” he continued, as if trying to cheer up his older brother.

He didn’t have the time to come back that day.

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Two weeks before Liam’s 11th birthday

(Late Summer)

Liam ran to the cemetery after school ended, he didn’t get there as soon as he thought he would, but when he did he practically fell down in front of Camden’s grave. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t think it would take so long to get here.” he said out of breath as he got out his notebook, “I hope it’s okay that I do my homework, I probably won’t have any other time today since Isaac and I are staying at dad’s house tonight. He’s been really different since you died, meaner, angrier, stuff like that y’know?” he added, starting on the social studies homework he got.

“I don’t have much homework, but I still like doing what I do get as soon as I can.” Liam stated after a few minutes of silence.

A red-headed girl and her parents walked around the cemetery until it looked like they found the grave they were looking for. “I wonder if she knows Izzy, she looks around his age, don’t you think so?” Liam asked the grave in front of him, before looking down at his watch, “I have to get going, mama and David are gonna take me and Iz to dad’s house soon.” he added.

“Bye Cam. I miss you.” Liam said after he stood up.

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Liam’s 11th birthday

(Early Fall)

“I know it’s my birthday, but, I brought you some flowers.” Liam stated, putting the chrysanthemums on the grave in front of him, “They’re your favorite flowers, Cam.” he added.

“I really miss you.” Liam said, his eyes starting to sting. “Dad started to drink more, he hit Isaac last time we were over there. He yells more too… I don’t like it when he yells, I never have. I wish you could be here to hug me and tell me it will be okay like you used to.” he continued, tears falling from his blue eyes.

“I have to get going now. I’ll come back as soon as I can though.” Liam said, standing up and wiping away the tears.

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The second Christmas without Camden

(Winter)

“I couldn’t find anything that you would like at any stores, but I wanted to come anyway.” Liam started, “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I was really busy with school and dad doesn’t let Isaac or I leave when we’re at his house. He hit me when I asked to go to Mason’s house with Brett and Lori, I’ve learned to not ask to go anywhere.” he added.

After a while of talking to the grave Liam stood up, “I have to go, mama and David are probably going to get worried soon. David’s sister and her son are joining us this year.” he said, “I really want you to come back Cam Cam.” he continued before turning around and leaving.

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The day after Isaac’s 14th birthday

(Early Spring)

“Grandma came over for Izzy’s birthday yesterday, it was nice seeing her. She said that I remind her of you.” Liam said, tears falling down his face, “I miss you so much, and I want you to come back.” he continued, sobs making him shake.

Liam sat there, crying as much as he wanted to, knowing that no one could see him. After a while he stopped crying and just sat there quietly. He felt someone sit down next to him and wrap their arms around him. When he finally looked up he saw his grandma.

“Hey sweetie.” she said softly, “I miss him.” Liam whispered, “I know baby, we all do.” she responded, “And, it’s gonna hurt… for a long time, probably forever. But, he would want you to be happy. Okay?” she added, Liam nods, “Good, now get up, if you’re out here any longer your mom and dad are gonna get worried.” she stated, standing up.

That was the first time someone ever said David was Liam’s dad out loud, and it wouldn’t be the last.

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Camden’s 22nd birthday

(Mid Summer)

“I couldn’t find the same type of cake as I did last year, but I got a slice with sprinkles!” Liam said when he got to the grave, “Sorry I took the bear from Christmas back yesterday, but I had the idea to put your initials in the back of his neck and I just had to do it.” he added, putting the bear back in its original spot and lighting the candle.

“Happy birthday, Cam.” he then blew out the candle like he had the year before. He took the first bite of the slice of cake.

“The cake is really good, I think you would like it, Cam.” Liam stated when he finished the slice.

He pulled another stuffed bear from his bag and put it in his lap, “I made her myself, mama said I did a really good job when I showed her. Her name is Isla, y’know, like grandma.” Liam said smiling, “I hope you are okay with me naming her.” he added, setting the bear down next to the one that has been there since the first Christmas without Camden.

“I just remembered, I forgot to tell you the first bear’s name.” Liam said suddenly, “His name is Calum, I thought you would like that I named him after mama’s dad and that I named the other one after mama’s mom.” he added, giggling a little.

A while later he stood up. “I have to leave again, but I’ll visit soon.” he stated before leaving.

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The last day of summer vacation

(Summer)

“I’m starting 6th grade tomorrow.” Liam said as he sat down, “Dad, David not y’know, said he might take me here if he gets off of work in time tomorrow.” he added.

“I got a new history book, it has a lot of stuff about different mythologies, I really like it.” Liam states after a bit.

He talks to the grave for a while longer until he has to leave. “Bye Cam, I’ll try to come back tomorrow.” he repeated.

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Liam’s 12th birthday

(Early Fall)

“Dad’s sister and her son came over last week.” Liam said, hoping that Cam would understand that when he says dad recently that he means David and not their father, “It’s nice having a cousin, even if we aren’t related.” he added.

Liam sits and talks to his brother for a while, even reading one of the stories from the book he told Cam about the last time he visited.

“Mason, Brett, and I are hanging out next week. It’s nice to have friends that understand everything going on since you died.” Liam said before he left.

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The day before Halloween

(Fall)

“I thought I’d visit you today.” Liam stated, sitting down in front of the grave, “I called David ‘dad’ to his face yesterday, I’ve only called him that when talking to you, he was so happy.” he added, smiling.

“I brought you another stuffed animal. I put your initials in the same place as the others too.” Liam said, pulling a small bat out of his backpack, “I told Lori, Brett, and Mason that I visit you a lot, they said that they might join me next time. I also told them about me bringing you stuffed animals, Lori asked me to name the next one after her, so here you go, a stuffed bat named Lori. I’ll probably bring a similar one named Brett next time, if he bothers me enough about it.” he added, laughing a little and placing the bat down next to the tiger.

Liam sits and does his homework until the sun starts to go down. “I have to go, but I’ll try to visit you tomorrow while trick-or-treating.” he commented, before turning and leaving.

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The day before Isaac’s 15th birthday

(Early Spring)

“Hey Cam.” Isaac said, “I know it’s been a few weeks since I visited outside of work, but I wanted to come here.” he added, sitting down in front of the grave, looking at the stuffed animals he knows Liam left there. The bears, the tiger, her name is Chrys named after Cam’s favorite flower, and the two bats, all placed so that it looks like they are sitting against the headstone.

Isaac chuckled to himself, Liam had obviously been there recently given that the second bat was new. “I don’t know how he got that other bat. All the stores are out of Halloween themed things.” he stated.

“Liam’s doing fantastic in school. You’d be proud of him.” Isaac said, “He looks so much like you, he doesn’t think so though… He still doesn’t wear his glasses, no matter how much mama, dad, and I ask.” he continued.

“I still laugh at Li’s stupid jokes, but not as much as I should. I laugh like me again though, and h-he laughs like you.” he commented after a few minutes of silence, “Our father has gotten worse, but… as long as he isn’t hurting Liam, y’know?” he whispered, tears starting to roll down his face.

“I have to go, Lacrosse practice… Bye Cam.” he said, getting up to his feet and leaving.

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Camden’s 23rd birthday

(Mid Summer)

“I got a chocolate cake slice exactly like the one from two years ago!” Liam exclaimed when he sat down, “Happy birthday, Cam.” he added, before blowing the candle out like he had the previous two years.

Liam reached into the bag he brought with him and pulled out a stuffed lion. “His name is Mason, mostly because Mase wouldn’t stop bugging me about naming a stuffed animal after him, but also because I know how much you loved hanging out with all of my friends. It felt fitting that you hang out with stuffed animals named after them… even if you aren’t here anymore.” he stated, tears slipping past his eyes.

“Why’d you leave me?” he asked, after he sat and cried for a while, “I know that you didn’t want to, but, I miss you so so much. Please, come back.” he added.

Liam cried for a while before standing up. “Bye Cam…” he said then left.

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Liam’s 13th birthday

(Early Fall)

“I brought you some chrysanthemums. I’ve grown to love these flowers, I know I didn’t love them as much as you did, but they are really beautiful.” Liam said, sitting down in front of the grave.

“Isaac’s been doing really well at Lacrosse, I want to join the team when I get into high school, so does Brett.” he stated after a while, “I miss our road trips. I don’t think I’ll be able to go on one for a while, maybe never again.” he added.

He sat and talked for a long time before he knew it was time to go home. “Bye Cam, I’ll come back soon!” he said before he got up and left.

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A week after Isaac’s 16th birthday

(Early Spring)

“Our father’s dead, and Isaac has been acting really weird lately… it could be something to do with the death, but he was acting weird before his death so… I don’t know.” Liam said to the grave in front of him, “I wish you were here. No one knows how to comfort me… B-Brett isn’t friends with Mase and I anymore, and I know that sometimes you lose friends a-and there is nothing you can do to st-stop it, but… he’s been friends with us since we were two.” he added, wiping away his tears.

“Bye Cam.” Liam said and walked away.

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Almost a week after Brett and Lori die

(Late Summer/Early Fall)

[Liam has visited a lot in between the last visit I wrote and this one, but I didn’t want this to be too long.]

“Hey Cam, sorry my visits have been irregular recently.” Liam said, crying as he sat down, “Brett and Lori are dead. They have been for almost a week. Mason isn’t even doing anything to grieve them, and if he continues not doing anything, he’s going to break down in the middle of a fight against the hunters… and I don’t want to see him like that.” he continued.

Liam grabbed a few rocks from his bag and placed them in front of the grave. “You might be wondering what I’m doing.” Liam stated, “Do you remember the pact Mason, Brett, Lori, and I made when we were younger? Y’know, the one where we said that when any of us died the others would find a place of significance and place rocks in front of it?” he asked, “Well, this is a place of significance, according to all of us, not just me. Mason has his own place in mind, he didn’t forget.” he added.

“I don’t know what to do without you or them, or anyone that I love and care for… I’m scared, Cam. I’m so scared.” he stated, “Scared that Jordan might die. Scared that Mason might die. Scared that everyone that I love will die, and I will be the only one left. I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want to be alone, I hate being alone. I need you to come back, just for a minute, I need you to tell me I’ll be alright.” he continued, as it started to rain.

The tent someone, probably Isaac, set up protecting the stuffed animals from getting wet. Liam looked at all of the stuff he made, or bought, and left there with teary eyes.

“I want my big brother back. I want my friends back.” Liam said.

He stood up when he got a text. “I have to go again.” he stated, “Mama texted, I’ll come back when I have the time. Bye Cam…” he added, picking up his bag and leaving.

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A week and six days after the zoo, the day before Liam’s 17th birthday

(Early fall)

“Hey, this isn’t like last year, I can’t do anything to save anyone. I tried killing someone the other day. I can’t control my anger no matter how hard I try, and I’ve been having these nightmares. I can’t sleep because of them.” Liam said, “Only one person can help me with my anger, and I don’t even like him. D’you remember me telling you about Theo Raeken? Because apparently, he’s the only one who can help me. If you were here you could help, so please come back… please Cam.” he added.

“I don’t want to be in this town anymore. I don’t want to be anywhere anymore.” Liam stated after a few minutes of silence. Tears start to run down his face and silent sobs make his body shake. There was a sound nearby and he immediately jumped up.

“Hey Liam.” Theo said, “Go away, Theo.” Liam yelled, “Not this time.” the older one retaliated, “Why not?” the shorter asked, “Were you following me?” he added, “Yes, I was. I’m sorry.” the taller answers, stepping closer to the other.

“Go away. Please.” Liam started, backing away, “You didn’t let me tell you why I won’t.” Theo stated, Liam stared expectantly, “You are clearly upset, and I don’t want you to be sad.” he added, “Why are you sad?” he asked.

Liam stayed silent for a while.

“My friends are dead, I couldn’t protect them, a-and I’m scared that everyone else that I love and care about is gonna die too. So I came and cried in front of my brother’s grave! Okay?” Liam yelled, “Okay.” Theo responded, “I’m sorry I yelled, I’ve been trying to work on that.” Liam said, “I know, Liam.” Theo stated.

Liam sat back down, and Theo stood behind him not sure what to do. “You can sit down if you want. I don’t care.” Liam uttered after a while.

Theo sat down next to Liam silently.

“I’m pretty sure my sister is buried here.” Theo said after they had been silent for a few minutes, “Almost everyone who lived and died in this town is.” Liam responded, “Oh yeah?” Theo asked, “Yup, I spent most of my childhood here, I would know.” Liam answered, “Most of your childhood. How much do you visit your brother?” the taller questioned, “A lot, but I also spent a lot of time here because my father owned it.” the younger replied.

“If you want I could point out a few graves. Maybe even your sister’s.” Liam said after almost an hour, “Really?” Theo questioned, “Yeah. It would distract me from everything going on.” Liam answered, “Go ahead then.” Theo replied.

Liam stood up and Theo followed suit.

Liam walked over to the grave that he knew was the one he saw the red-headed girl and, sometimes, her parents had visited multiple times since he first saw them.

“Lorraine Martin…” Theo said, “Lydia’s grandma, I saw her and her parents visiting a couple times growing up, her parents don’t come as often as she does though.” Liam stated, walking over to another grave.

They walked around for another thirty minutes before they heard a police car pull up. “Shit.” Liam said, “Get out of the cemetery, it’s closed!” a voice yelled, “One minute Jordan!” Liam yelled back.

A few seconds later Jordan Parrish ran up to them. “Liam? What’re you doing here?” he asked, “I was originally visiting Cam, but Theo was following me, so I told him I could find his sister’s grave. We already saw it, but I need to do one more thing.” Liam answered, “Okay, be quick, I don’t want to get in trouble.” Jordan responded.

Liam walked over to the grave he was sitting at when Theo found him. He placed a stuffed animal at the headstone. “I made him, named him after Mason’s boyfriend, thought you might want to get to know him before we all die. His name is Corey. Bye Cam...” Liam said.

As they left Theo made sure to catch a glimpse at the stuffed animal Liam had set down. It was a chameleon. Theo chuckled to himself as he drove Liam back to his house.

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disastersteps · 1 year

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I love Anita- that is all 💐💕

aaaaaaaaaa thanksss

(anita is confused and goes 'thank you?????' msdgmsmdg)

#saw it this morning (my time) DMGSDMGM but i was p busy the whole day til now #lori answers #uhhh #non-fhr posting #kind of???

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dendrochronologies · 1 year

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hypothetically speaking. how confident would you be in a therapist who stress-vomits every 2-5 days

#this is rhetorical but i am channeling lori gottlieb's thesis on human person first/therapy person second #clinical coordinator: all smiles and good mornings #me: oh god it's over. it's over im going to be summarily executed in two hours

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dorkousloris · 2 years

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something something about stella being stressed and panic over the idea of bearing a child that shares her blood.

the blood of a half of a old builder. the only reason she is very stressed over it, not because of being a demigod (most ppl will just excited over it,)

but to stella? it ties to her father who was a terrible parent, and even through they did made up, stella still cut off her ties with him for good reason. why she kept her late mother's last name. and when she was carried to the atlar, it was ivor who brought her there. she have her own family she somehow get to be part of (beside marrying her spouses ofc) and so much more,

so petra and jessie goes 'you shitting me, right?' 'w-what?' stella blinks 'stella,' jessie clasp the shoulders of their wife, 'we want you to be part of our family, not some blood you bear, you silly dork!'

and im gngnfnanfnasnfMGMDMGSMGGMSM

#im not pUTTING THERE SO UHHHH #rewritten mode AU | my mcsm thoughts #new thoughts bc i am VERY embrassed #to post it there #UHHH #jestellra thoughts #lori speaks up #BYE #petras trans in my au and it just made the fankids (minus peggy who is their adopted youngest daughter) actually bio related for real #and im like oh thanks god but jessie still chug that potion ivor and nurm created mostly for stella to be part of #MGSMGMSMG ANYWAY BYE #gods i love this stupid polyship and its four in the morning SO UHHHH #RUNS TO BED

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paafitz · 1 year

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#therapy #book review #booklr #lori gottlieb #good morning monster

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damnatvs · 2 months

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tag drop (relationship tags)

#iii. my blood; my family is standing right here | family #iii. don't pretend you're in this alone | grimes siblings #iii. go to sleep; i'll see you in my dreams | jude/lori #iii. if i hear your voice i'll be fine | jude/rick #iii. you are not alone; i've been here the whole time | jude/carl #iii. now i have to set you free | jude/shane #iii. you'll be alright; no one can hurt you now | jude/michonne #iii. come morning light you and i'll be safe and sound | jude/rj #iii. what a sad beautiful tragic love affair | jude/hannah #iii. it's never too late to come back to my side | jude/gracie #iii. all eyes on you my magician | jude/bergen #iii. she ain't my blood but she's my girl | jude/bailey #iii. you are my sunshine | jude/sophia #iii. love you to the moon and to saturn | jude/maddie #iii. oh darling don't you ever grow up jude/ryder #iii. i'm only cryptic and machiavellian 'cause i care | jude/lexie

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rennisaturate · 11 months

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i am definitely still working on drafts but my yamile and sammy muse is rlly strong rn so i might post some opens for them too while i'm at it ✨

#[ no koalas no tea || ooc ]#[ kinda for lori and calvin too idk ]#[ brain is currently in bouncy mode cuz i had a weird morning... ]

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elkedageenfotovanluus · 1 year

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Lori leest ook een boekje mee aan tafel

#lori #lezen #reading #morning #2022 #home #brown

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lemonyinks · 6 months

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Legion of Super-Heroes (1989) #91

Legionnaires #59

#he almost caught her so many times #lyle norg #lori morning #legion of super heroes #losh

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radioactive-earthshine · 1 year

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Legion of Super-Heroes #125

Querl, you have the worst mouth out of everyone on your goddamn team, so you have no room to talk here.

#querl dox #brainiac 5 #brainiac 5.1 #lori morning #legion of super heroes #losh #earth 247 #also you should be speaking interlac but the writers just be like that

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thatonelovingwalker · 7 months

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Carl Grimes x GN reader

///TW: none💗///

Summary: you see Carl with Judith and wonder if he would want a child of his own.

Walking along the sidewalk lining your neighborhood, you heard the cooing of a baby. You immediately recognized it as Judith. Carl always walked Judith at this time, and you had just recently started walking with them.

You and Carl have been together for about three months now, and Judith has become really close to you.

Her noises got louder as you rounded the corner, and saw that she was patiently waiting for you in her stroller.

“Judith! Good morning,” you told her, letting her grasp at your hands.

You looked up to Carl and saw him looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. As if he saw Christmas lights brightening before him, rapping him in warmth and the feeling of safety.

“Good morning, Carl,” you told him, walking around to give him a peck. He returned it gratefully, taking ahold of your hand.

“Ready?” Was all Carl asked, making you nod.

The three of you started walking, listening to the silence that surrounded you both.

It was quiet for about fifteen minutes, and that was when Judith started to fuss.

“Nap time, Judy?” Carl asked her, circling around to pick her up.

Carl gently cradled Judith in his arms, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was whispering to her, trying to calm her down, and all you could do was watch.

He was so good with kids, especially Judith. Whenever he was with any of the younger members, he treated them as if they were his blood. As if they were his own children. It made you yearn for a normal world. One where it wouldn’t be a life or death decision.

But you knew that if it were to ever happen, whether it’s with you or another, he would be absolutely perfect.

“You’d make a great dad,”

“What?”

Carl turned to you, shock all over his face. He didn’t look upset, but he looked distracted.

And you that was when you realized you said it out loud. You didn’t mean it to slip. It just happened.

Even with his surprised features, he still looked even more fatherly with Judith calming in his arms. His hat and eye patch displayed experience, ones that he had learned from. The gun strapped to his leg showed he was capable. You knew he would be everything you ever needed. Everything any child needed.

“You’d make a great father…” you said a little bit more softly. You stayed where you were.

You saw his breathing pattern change. It was the one thing you could catch before he muttered, “Let me go put Judith down,” before turning away from you.

He left you with a sense of regret. Why did you say that?

You found yourself sitting on the couch, listening to Carl shush Judith to sleep a few rooms down. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you waited, hoping you didn’t ruin things.

When Carl expressed what happened with his mother, Lori, and how he had to put her down for the sake of Judith, your heart broke.

Maybe mentioning anything to do with a baby was a bad idea.

You no longer heard Carl. His whispers or humming. Just footsteps. Heavy footsteps. You didn’t dare watch him, no matter how much you were dying to.

You felt the couch shift with his weight, and you knew he sat closer to you on purpose.

“You really think so?”

You could barely hear him, but you understood completely what he meant. You turned to face him, and was met with his pleading eyes. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, you just wanted to smother him with cuddles and hold him.

“I do.”

“Well, I think you’d make a great (mother/father), y/n. You’d be amazing,” Carl grasped your hand with one of his heart stopping smiles.

“Doubtful,” you said, trying to be playful. Carl picked up on it.

All he said in return was, “How about we try and see?”

#carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes smut #thewalkingdead #the walking dead headcanons #incorrect twd quotes #twd #twd incorrect quotes #imagine

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intoxicated-chan · 4 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ║ ❝𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ First chapter!! I straight up need lessons on how people flirt because I fought and I still think the flirting is VERY TERRIBLE so be warned. Enjoy!!

Word Count ➳ 2.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Talks of having children/marriage, pregnancy, alcohol use (Not drunk), TERRIBLE FLIRTING, public bathroom sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), pet names (darlin’) swearing, nearly getting caught, mentions of violence…

JUDAS MASTERLIST

THE CLOCK HAD STRUCK ELEVEN IN THE MORNING.

Your hands come under the hot water for a second before yanking them back in pain, a wince had left your lips and sighed. You turned the handle on the sink to the right, waiting a couple of seconds before you put your hand under the water again.

This time, the water became warm. You picked up the soapy and water logged sponge to continue cleaning the white plates that were covered in syrup from this morning, just two hours ago.

Shane was the first to come to your apartment, like usual. He helped you with setting up the table, cooking the sausages and eggs while you handled the pancakes and hashbrowns.

Rick, Lori, and Carl came next. Carl ran past you before you could even acknowledge it was them, he happily shouted for the pancakes and was a little disappointed. But as soon as he was picked up by Shane and put on his shoulders, his laughter filled your small apartment.

“The hashbrowns just need a couple more minutes.”

You remembered saying, letting them in and helping Lori as she was obviously pregnant. Around thirty four weeks.

“Just a couple more weeks.” She let out a groan as she was able to take off her shoes. “Then we’ll have this little sucker out of me.”

Lori and Rick agreed to keep the gender a secret, not even they know since they had already agreed on names as well.

Isabella for a girl and Liam for a boy.

You took her sweater and hung it on the coat rack. Rick had begun to pour juice into the glass cups, making sure Carl didn’t knock them over when he threw himself at the chair.

“Carefully buddy.”

“Pancakes!”

“Pancakes are comin’ in!” You hurriedly walked in with the hot pan in one hand and a stack of pancakes in the other, Shane was right behind you with the plates of scrambled eggs and cooked sausages.

That was just two hours ago.

Now, Carl was by your side, standing on a step stood with a damp rag in hand. He took each plate that you handed to him, wiping them down and carefully putting them in the dish rack.

Shane walked back to the table where Rick and Lori were still sitting, he watched as Lori tried to stifle her giggle, covering her mouth as her giggling became louder as Shane came into her view.

Shane, gathering the last few cups, asked with a grin. “What are you two scheming now?”

“Oh you know, the pregnancy, the hospital plan, and us-” Lori leaned in closer, whispering. “-Deciding when you’re going to ask (Y/n) out?”

He took a glance back at you, still focused on the dishes. “One day Lori. One day.”

“It’s been five years, I’m tired of your whinin’.” Rick retorted, leaning back in the chair and throwing an arm back.

“Where are the cups Shane?” You called out to him. “And what are y’all whisperin’ about?”

Shane went to tell Lori to hush but she spoke first, speaking over him. “That you guys make the perfect couple!” She slowly stood from her chair and made her way over to you. “A perfect marriage with kids running around, y’know?” Lori teased you.

You exchanged a quick looked with Carl who just looked back at you with curiosity. He couldn’t feel your discomfort.

“Well… I-I don’t know.” You hesitated, trying to avoid the question and find the right words.

“They do seem perfect for each other.” Rick commented.

“Can’t you imagine it?” Lori added. “A cozy home, kids playin’ in the yard with our kids. Sounds like a dream.”

You forced a smile when everyone turned to you, hiding your uncertainty. Sure, Shane was attractive, anyone would die to be with a man like him.

But settling down, marriage and having kids just didn’t sit right with you. You preferred excitement in your life, just like your high school life. Not knowing what was going to happen next, the unpredictability in your life made it even better.

Shane noticed your silence, he placed the cups in the sink and nudged you. “You alright?” He murmured to you, ignoring Rick and Lori’s conversation.

You took a couple of seconds before nodding. “Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’ about high school.”

“Feelin’ nostalgic?”

“I am.”

But Shane could sense the discomfort in your voice, something he didn’t want, you being uncomfortable around him.

“Don’t listen to ‘em. They’re jus’ jokin’.” He flashed a smile.

You poured soap on the sponge and gave it a squeeze, starting on the outside of the glass before going inside of the cup.

“Maybe Lori and Rick are right. You and me, might be somethin’ special.” He said, a playful tone clear in his voice.

You kept the same smile on as before. “You know how they are. Tryin’ to play matchmaker.”

“They could be onto somethin’. We’d make pretty good parents.”

“Look Shane, I’m not really sure about all that. Can’t we talk about it some other time?”

He adjusted his stance, now crossing his arms. “Alright, alright.”

“Did he really say that?” Andrea questioned you, wide eyed as she handed you a glass of wine that Amy poured you.

“I still can’t get it out of my head.”

“What did you say?”

You brought the wine to your lips, giving it a swirl before taking a sip of it. “I said if we can talk about it some other time.”

Amy clicked her tongue a couple of times. “Should’ve made it clear from the start.”

The three of you sat on your couch, a movie played in the background, something about an assassin in retirement but it was long forgotten when Amy noticed you couldn’t focus on the movie.

You bit your lip, setting your glass down next to you. “I know, I know. But it felt like I couldn’t.”

Andrea stood up abruptly, stopping Amy from replying. “You can’t be drinkin’ all night. We’re goin’ out.” She stated proudly, hands on her hips as a wide smile spread across her lips. “Get dressed (Y/n), we’re hittin’ Atlanta!”

You opened your mouth but Andrea put her hand in your face. “No arguments.” She marched into your room, with you and Amy following, Andrea was rummaging through your clothes. “Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, you need this.”

Amy joined in with Andrea, looking through your drawers. “A night of fun and-” Pulling out a pair of matching bra and underwear. “Pleasure~”

Once you were all dressed up, Andrea drove you all to the club that Amy once went to, commenting on the amount of men who rode motorcycles.

And she was right, motorcycle upon motorcycle lined up in the front of the club. You all excited the car in laughter and nervousness.

“How’s my makeup?” Amy asked, looking at herself in the car’s mirror. “Shit, I think my eyeliner is uneven.”

Andrea pulled her by her arm, “Who cares? We’re here to have fun!”

You all entered the club with ease, you all were immediately crowded. After all it was a saturday night, drinks were flowing and music blasted loudly that you could barely hear yourself.

But you all remained together as you drank, except Andrea as she was the driver. But that didn’t stop her from having fun with you.

She practically forced you onto the dance floor after a couple of drinks as she thought it would help and it surely did.

Blinded by the flash on Amy’s phone, she recorded you all dancing and screaming your lungs out on the song that played.

You definitely needed to listen to the sisters more cause this was a night you needed, it wasn’t like morning brunch with the four of them.

You felt that familiar excitement in your veins, and your body dancing on its own… You didn’t consume many drinks, maybe because you wanted to remember this night, not by videos and photos, but by your own memory.

You laughed as Andrea helped you move to the calmer side of the club as she recognized your tiredness.

“Never knew you could pull those moves!” She shouted over the music, leaning close to you.

“Neither did I!” You threw your head back, snickering. “Can you order me some water?!”

“What?!”

“Water!”

“Okay!” She turned her back to you and faced the bartender.

You panted, trying to catch your breath. You felt your phone vibrating and pulled it out, seeing a call from Shane.

It was like the music went silent, everything around you froze as you stared at his name… You watched it ring, his name on big on the screen.

You looked up from your phone to call for Amy or Andrea but you spotted someone else.

A man with a black leather jacket. ‘JUDAS’ was printed on his back in white lettering with white dots circling the name and the skull and bones.

He sat alone, a drink in his gloved hand. Black sunglasses rested next to his arm and a black and white bandana was wrapped around his neck.

“Water!” Andrea’s booming voice knocked you out of your stare, taking the water, Andrea noticed you’re staring and immediately found who you were looking at.

“Think he’s in a band?” Amy laid her head on your shoulder.

“No way, looks too gloomy to be in a band.” Andrea retorted. “Nice clothes though.”

You dismissed both of them. “Leave him alone.”

“Alone? Girl, he looks like your type! Go for it!” Amy scoffed and pushed you.

You shoved your phone back into your purse and walked towards him, glass of water in hand. If the drinks gave you confidence to dance, surely it will help now.

You took the empty seat across from his and crossed your legs, one over the other. “Cool jacket.” You complimented. “Where’d you get it from?”

He eyed you for a moment before he looked away. “Ain’t yer business.”

That caught you off your guard… “Must be a tale worth tellin’ or you just like scarin’ people.”

“A very long and winded tale. And scarin’ folks… There’s more than one way to scare somebody than usin’ a jacket.”

“I ain’t easily scared. Makes it more fun.”

“What’s so fun ‘bout some jacket?”

You shrugged. “Maybe it’s the challenge of findin’ out who you are.”

He clicked his tongue, setting down his drink. “Ain’t gonna be easy darlin’.”

You leaned in closer. “Good thing I like challenges.”

(May I have some tips on flirting, please. I’m very desperate…)

“Fuck!”

You and Daryl didn’t waste time when he brought you to the bathroom of the club. He hiked up your dress and ripped your underwear off you, not without commenting on the choice first.

You threw your head back, your legs tightened around Daryl’s waist.

He had you pushed up against the wall, his face shoved into the crook of your neck, leaving wet kisses.

He desperately thrusted into you, breathing heavily. He fucked you up against the bathroom stall.

Both of his hands held your ass, leaving you to cling onto him.

You were left stuttering over your words. “Like that.” You said, over and over again. “Just like that! God, just like that!”

For a second, your breathing stopped and you froze, your eyes immediately shut as you came around his cock.

Yet you didn’t complain when he still continued fucking you. You felt a smile form as he fucked you past your orgasm.

“Ya gotta keep quiet.” Daryl panted in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your back. The music was still loud, even in the bathroom.

You tried but his cock kept slamming into your g-spot. You were unable to contain your gasps and moans.

“Shut up dammit.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry ain’t good enough.”

You shoved your face into his shoulder, feeling the leather of his jacket, smelling his cologne and cigarettes.

He didn’t stop nor slow down, thrusting into you like his life depended on it, using you as a stress relief.

You felt the same coil once again, feeling it throb, pooling in your abdomen.

“Imma-!”

“(Y/n)?!”

You were dragged out of your daze and pulled away from him, nearly falling in the process. “The hell?” Daryl luckily caught you.

But you hushed him, slipping your flimsy underwear back on.

It was Amy. “(Y/n)? Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here.” You heard her footsteps coming closer to the stall you were in.

“Stay here.” You mumbled to him, soothing your dress and coming out of the stall before she could reach it.

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought you were dead when Andrea said she saw you comin’ in here with the guy.” She looked over your shoulder. “Where is he?”

“Um, we talked and I… I got his number.” You lied, still trying to reel back.

“Really?! Oh my god! You gotta tell us!” She grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the bathroom. “We’re headin’ home!”

“What? Why?”

“Andrea, punched a guy.”

“Is she okay?!”

“Oh yeah!” Amy smiled and pointed to Andrea who was waiting by the exit. “Let’s go home!”

You closed the door behind you, Andrea dropped you off since she had to get Amy home quickly, she had a feeling she was going to vomit.

You kicked off your heels, sighing and your feet felt the relief of no longer wearing those heels.

You began to take off your earrings and walked to your bedroom when you heard knocking.

You carefully came to the door and slowly opened it, having a clear confused look on your face. Even more when Daryl stood there.

You looked around first before coming back to him. “...How did you find where I live?”

Daryl held up a bag, your bag. “Left it in the bathroom. Ran out ‘fore I could say anythin’.”

You took the bag, still wary. “Well, thanks. But how did you know where to go?”

Daryl shrugged, a relaxed expression on his face. “Saw yer ID. Figured it ain’t far.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Stalker tendencies, Daryl?”

“Just lookin’ out for a damsel in distress.”

You giggled. “I’m sure losing my bag ain’t bein’ in distress, but points for effort.”

“I’ll be in town for a couple months, see ya ‘round?”

“You wanna come in for a bit? I gotta thank you for gettin’ my bag.”

“Ya gonna run off again?”

“Maybe.”

Daryl stepped closer. “Maybe?” He grinned again.

You grabbed his hand and led him into your apartment and shut the door before. You didn’t have a second to react before he was already on you.

This was definitely a night you did not fucking regret.

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Officer Grimes (SMUT)

TWs: smut duh, teasing, a lot of teasing actually, sexual tension, semi-public sex kinda?, brat reader, switch Rick, age gap (reader is 21 and Rick is 38), alcohol use, Shane slander (as I should), mention of cheating (Lori), sassy reader, dirty thoughts, Rick is technically still married oops, season 2 era, it’s like 99% flirting and 1% smut sorry. Also this sucks since it's my first smut sorry again.

Rick knew deep down, really deep down, that he was a sick man, meeting you was just the confirmation. It all started a few weeks ago, when he and his group had just arrived at the farm. At first he only saw glimpses of you, whispering in your sister’s ear and giggling with her as you two watched the new group, or helping around the farm, sweat running down your neck to under your shirt, making Rick’s head spin. But you never spoke to him, to much of his disappointment. Well that was until two weeks before…

“Dude, Maggie’s sister is totally into you.” Glenn said, whispering to the sheriff as they walked to the makeshift camp they had built a few days before.

“What?” Rick asked in disbelief as his eyes landed on you, chatting with Maggie while sitting on the front porch “She’s too young for me.”

Glenn shrugged, replying, “Maggie said she turned 21 last month but whatever you say.” before walking past him to Maggie, waving to her.

"Really?" He murmured as his eyes scanned you, already watching him as you sent a small smirk to him, followed by an almost imperceptible wink.

But oh boy he surely did notice it.

Glenn must have said something about his talk with him to you because since then your attempts to flirt with the police officer had become more bold, making the poor man every day more frustrated.

“Good morning Officer Grimes.” You said with a cheeky smile as he walked past you and Beth. “Good morning Y/N,” He replied, trying to sound as cool as he could.

Your eyes kept following his figure as he walked away, eating him with your eyes until Beth elbowed you, “Are you trying to get in his pants?” She asked in disbelief, whispering-yelling in case your father or someone else happened to hear you.

“So?” You ask with a nonchalant smirk, “I think he’s hot.” You admitted, making your sister giggle.

“Isn’t he also like 40?” She said, shaking her head, “And what if Daddy finds out?”

“Well first of all he can’t find out what no one knows, and I’m sure you’ll keep your secret,” You said, waiting for Beth to nod, “And second I think older men are better.” You continued with a shrug as you closed your eyes, enjoying the sun shining on your skin. “What?” She laughs, “I can’t believe you just said that!” “Well,” You reply with a grin, “I’m sure he can do things Jimmy couldn’t dream of.” “Y/N!” Beth exclaimed with a fake shocked face as she lightly pushed you as you laughed.

If only you knew how right you were…

Rick was reaching his last strike, he realized as he whipped his hand on his pants, trying to erase the tension as he watched you return home from a supply run, riding your horse like you had done multiple times before. God he wondered if you would look as good as you did right now while riding him instead of a stupid horse.

By now he had picked all her habits and routine, as creepy as it might sound. For example he knew how she would sneak out the house every night, disappearing between the trees before returning hours later, when the sun was almost ready to rise. He also knew about the whisky bottles that were coincidentally disappearing with you. The only thing that was still a mystery was what you did during the night with those bottles. Did you have a secret boyfriend? He hoped not, only the thought of you with any other men made his blood boil. He knew it wasn’t right, he hardly ever spoke to you, a miserable attempt to hide what he was truly feeling, but he was jealous as hell.

“Hello Officer.” You winked as you approached him, making his Adam’s apple shake. “You don’t have to call me like that, it's not like I’m a police officer anymore.” He said with a breathless laugh, “You can just call me Rick.” “Really?” You ask with a brow raised and a half grin, “Then why do you always seem so tense? Like you’re always ready to arrest someone or stuff like that.” You say, nonchalantly touching his shoulder as you talk, making his mind go blank and his pants feel tighter.

“I guess it’s just because I’m talking to a pretty girl.” He replied before thinking, cursing himself immediately after the words left his mouth.

“Smooth move Rick.” You say with a laugh before walking inside the house, sending him one last wink as you hurried inside.

Yup, this was his last straw for sure.

“Shit” You hissed as your backpack fell off your shoulders, the bottles in it loudly slamming on each other, “Shit, shit, shit.” You kept murmuring as you picked it up, quickly checking inside if the bottles broke. Lucky for you they didn’t. Unlucky for you, someone heard the noises.

“Shouldn’t you be inside?” Rick’s deep voice asked from behind you, holding his gun in one hand while the other one rested on his hip as he made his way towards you.

“Shouldn’t you be with your wife?” She shots back before pulling her backpack back on her shoulders.

“Touché” He chuckled as you too couldn’t help but feel a smile growing on your lips.

You knew him and his wife had their problems and that she was cheating on him, you wouldn’t have eyed him otherwise. Marriage was still a sacred thing even during the apocalypse, that’s what your father had taught you. Plus it was unbelievable to you how she went from someone like Rick to a scumbag like that man she saw yelling at the most random things manytime. One thing was sure: if he was your husband you wouldn’t let him go. Ever. God if you just had the chance to show him how good you could make him feel even just once he’d forget about that Lori girl immediately.

“Why are you out here?” Rick asked, snapping her out her unholy thoughts.

“I wanted to take a walk.” You shrugged, “Are you going to arrest me, Officer?” You asked, the name making Rick feel things that were very very wrong. But still very very turning him on.

“No, although I’m sure I could give you a fine for the bottles in your backpack.” He replied, shaking his head, “But I won’t, just because you are nice to me.”

“Am I corrupting you, Officer?” You asked then, slowly advancing towards him.

Oh yes, you were very much corrupting him, he thought as he took a deep breath to calm himself. “That’s not how corruption works, sweetheart.” He says with a smirk.

“Well, maybe that wasn’t…” You say, finally reaching him.

He could smell his scent from where he stood, fresh grass and soap, and he could swear his head was spinning.

“...But this surely is.” You say before quickly grabbing him by the wrist and running towards the woods, coughing him off guard.

“Hey.” He says between the pants, “Where are we exactly going?” “You know my secret so now I have to kill you.” You reply with nonchalance as you slow down your pace. “I'm just kidding, you asked why I was out so I wanted to show you.”

“I still have to decide about the killing part.” You then add.

“Do you still think about the old world?” You ask as you tilt your head to look over at the man sitting next to you on the roof of an old building you had found weeks before and had claimed as your secret place.

“Sometimes,” He replies with a sigh, “Nothing will ever be the same again, not after what we’ve all seen.” You hum in agreement before taking a sip from the bottle that was now just half full before handing it to Rick, who gladly took it.

“I think about it everyday.” You admit, your eyes fixed on the trees as you avoid Rick’s piercing blue eyes staring at you, “Although the world had already fallen apart years before.” “True.” He replied, fidgeting with the neck of the bottle, “Do they scare you?” He then asked.

“Not anymore, I just find it sad now.” You say, “Those people were just like you and me and now we kill them like it’s nothing.” You sigh.

“You think we shouldn’t kill them?” He asked then, handing you the whisky bottle.

“No, of course not. I just think it’s sad we have to.” You explain as you take a large sip of alcohol.

Rick cautiously watches as your lips perfectly adapt around the bottle, wondering if they would be just as perfect around his c-

“You are staring.” You state with a laugh, breaking the silence.

Rick lets out an embarrassed laugh, “Sorry.” You shrug in response “I don’t mind.” You say with a smirk before letting your eyes wander on the man’s body. He was surely hot, you thought as you met his blue eyes, and he was probably into you too.

“I…” Rick’s voice died in his throat as his eyes found yours, already admiring you. Suddenly he felt like an awkward teenager with his first crush again, so shy yet so whipped.

“You know,” You say, “If I didn’t know you I’d say you have a crush on me, officer.”

The poor man almost choked when those words reached his ears, his eyes widening, not daring to look at you in fear you might be disgusted. God of course you were, he was too old for you. He takes a deep breath, clears his throat and then dares to start speaking, still avoiding your gaze, “Don’t you think you are a little too young for me?”

Now it was your turn to be disappointed, you really thought that he might be into you? He was probably just a very polite man and you just misread his actions. But still something about the way he was acting was telling you to not give up just now.

“I don’t mind.” You answer, your voice barely audible.

But sure as hell he heard it. And it all went straight to his cock. Still it felt very much wrong to flirt with a girl half his age.

“You are drunk, you don’t know what you are saying.” He murmurs, not noticing how close you two were standing until you started talking.

“You are drunk too, doesn’t that make us even?” You ask as you keep staring at his face, hoping he would look at you.

“I… I can’t.” He shots back, “We can’t.”

“Hey,” You say, placing two fingers on his face to make him turn to you, “I know you want me just as bad as I want you.” You say as you sink into his deep blue eyes, “Isn’t that right?” You then ask, making Rick nod in response.

“Then what’s wrong with it?” You ask, bringing your face closer to you, “Just give in.”

Rick’s Adam’s apple bounces up and down as the dirtiest thoughts flashed in his mind, all the things he could do to you, the things he wants to do. No, he doesn’t just want to do them, he needs to. He needs to do you.

You murmuring his name brought him back to reality, his eyes lingering on your lips, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Fuck it.” He murmurs before putting a hand behind your neck and pulling you in a heated kiss. You quickly reciprocate, one of your hands tugging his hair as the other rested on his chest.

Rick quickly pulls you on his lap, basically making you straddle him as the kisses become more desperate, all the unsaid words purred in it. You could feel Rick’s tongue teasing your lips, begging you to let him in. Of course you do, quickly gasping for air as you begin to roll your hips on his painfully hard dick.

Rick groans against the kiss, sending vibrations through your whole body. You still could taste the whisky on his tongue as it kept exploring your mouth, making you go insane. You could feel Rick’s hand trailing up from your hip to your back under your shirt as you fidget with the collar of his jacket, goosebumps forming on your exposed arms at the cold breeze.

“Here.” Rick murmurs, breaking away from the kiss to slip his jacket on your shoulders, “I don’t want you to get cold.”

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh, “You are supposed to undress me officer, not cover me up.” “I guess I’m just too much of a gentleman.” He replies with a smirk, “You haven’t met many of them, have you?”

You shyly nod, your eyes falling on the oversized jacket on your shoulders. You knew there was no one like Rick, you just didn’t know how right you were.

“Then I guess I’ll have to show you how a real man treats a proper lady.” He says as his big hand cups your cheek before leaning closer, “And for the jacket don’t worry, I’ll eventually take it off you along with all your other clothes, if you give me the chance.” He whispers against your neck.

“You can have all the chances you want.” You whisper back before reconnecting your lips with his. His mouth quickly started to pepper kiss on her neck, leaving a few marks when he found her sweat spots. You softly moan at the feeling of his bears scratching on your neck as he keeps kissing your jaw and neck.

“Rick…” You murmur as he softly bites your neck, soothing the pain with his tongue. “I need you so bad.” He whispers as his hands raise from your hips to your breast, squeezing them lightly under your shirt, making you whimper.

“I’ve always wanted you…” He keeps mumbling as you fidget with the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.

“You have me now.” You whisper back before pulling him in another heated kiss, making him groan as you press yourself against his erection. You can’t wait, you realize as the kiss becomes even more passionate, breaking apart just to quickly take off her shirt and tossing it somewhere near his.

“God you are so beautiful.” He mumbles, making you suddenly feel so shy as you look in his eyes and find pure adoration as they scan your semi naked body, looking at you like you were the only person in this world. It makes your head spin.

Quickly the rest of both your and his clothes are scattered around. Rick cautionally holds you as he swaps position, now hovering over you as he propped himself up on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks breathlessly. You nod, “I’m sure.”

You eagerly reattach your lips to his as Rick’s hands roam your body. Your hands also wander around his bare back, your nails involuntarily digging into his skin when he squeezes your naked hip.

“Rick, I need you so bad.” You pant as your eyes meet his.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He answers as he ghosts your lips with his thumb.

He pushed some hairs of your face before lining up himself with your entrance as you could feel yourself get wetter each second that passed. Your legs quickly wrap themselves around his hips as he slowly pushes his length in. Your back arches as he completely fills you up, making him groan. He soon starts moving, each thrust making you whine as your hands tug his hair. Rick moves his hips back slowly, watching your reaction as he moves back inside you. He starts moving faster, finding his own rhythm that you waste no time to meet, raising your hips against his, allowing him to go deeper inside you, forcing a low moan from him as you feel your high coming closer. Rick moves his hand to your clit, his arousal increasing even more as you become more vocal.

“I- I’m close.” You say.

“Me too.” He murmurs before bringing his lips to yours, his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth. It’s all it takes for you to cum, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you practically screamed while your body shook, your orgasm taking control. He soon after reached his high too, loudly panting as he rolled next to you.

"That was..." -your words die in your throat as her breathing is still ragged, but Rick knows exactly what you mean.

"I know." He replies with a smirk.

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