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lowkey

wanting to come back from my hiatus just to write Armin smut bc my bf got me into AOT recently. idkkkkk

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writing is insane because one day you open a doc and 4 hours later you’ve invented an entire fake religion and a girl named Opal who commits arson

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i desperately need nerd armin x reader fics STAT

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Announcement

-Regarding the Kinkmas event, I am going to halt writing it. I was broken up with last night after a 2.5 year relationship and i think i’m going to go on a little hiatus too. I don’t know how long i’m going to be gone-

-Dee xoxo

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ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᴰᵃʸ ⁶: ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᴿⁱᵇᵇᵒⁿˢ

Pairings: Derek Danforth x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, little to no plot lol, dacryphilia, degradation, established relationship, kinda gross LMFAO

A/N: I have been so very busy so i am so sorry for the late posting but i will be posting like 2 at a time so PLEASE be patient 😫

It was Christmas Eve, Derek had taken you to one of the many houses way up in the mountains for the holidays, spending as much money as he could on you, which really was limitless.

He takes the ribbon out of your hair, letting your perfected, curled locks fall out of place. He suddenly lifts you up by your legs onto the wooden cabinet on the side of the hallway, against the wall. "Behind your back. Now." He growls the demand and you comply; putting your hands behind your back while he ties your wrists together with the very same ribbon he took from your gorgeous hair.

He attacks your throat with his lips, mouthing at it, sucking on it and more importantly, biting roughly and leaving marks everywhere he could. “Fuck…” He grinds himself into your expensive santa lingerie nightgown that he had recently bought you. “Derek…” You mewl, needing him more than you would’ve expected from yourself. “Now?” He smirks against your neck, clearly proud of himself. “Yes..Yeah, now.” You plead, spreading your legs so he had easier access to you.

He takes the opportunity and rubs the fabric between your legs, touching every nerve that craved it. You pant and whine all you need but he doesn’t let up. “Derek-just fuck me. Please!” You whimper. He doesn’t waste time, quickly fiddling with his belt and throwing it somewhere in the hallway. He moves your thigh aside, opening a drawer in the cabinet you were sitting on, pulling a condom out, quickly rolling it on his hard, angry cock.

He lifts up the santa nightgown up and over your head, definitely ripping it one way or another, leaving you in just your red and white fur panties, which he doesn’t waste time pulling them to the side, practically gluing them to your inner thigh with your juices. He pushes inside you with no hesitation, no patience. You claw up his back with your nails, kissing him and losing yourself in the moment. He thrusts hard but slowly, making you take every fucking inch of him, every ridge being felt by you. “You like that?” Which he knew was a cocky question, of course you liked it, that’s exactly why you had tears stinging in your eyes, why your mascara was running down your painted face, and why you were pinned to the wall by Derek Fucking Danforth.

He leans over you, practically mounting you as he makes you his, burying himself inside you. “Fuck, fucking take it.” He groans, his pace quickening faster than you expected from him. “Fucking take this dick. All fucking yours.” He punctuates his sentences with thrusts strong enough to knock the wind out of you.

You see stars as your orgasm hits you all at once, hot, steamy tears running down your face. “Fuck, you’re already fucking cumming, slut?” He pounds into you, savoring the feeling of you pulsing all around him. You nod, squealing, your second orgasm already building up. "Cum with me...With me, Derek, please..." You babble incoherently. He holds your head as he continues his punishment on you, the sound of your combined skin smacking echoing the halls. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. This pussy is so fucking tight.” You lean back and stick your tongue out, signifying that you wanted his fucking spit. "What a fucking whore..." He smirks and chuckles to himself, granting your wish, spitting in your mouth harshly. The action has you squeezing the literal life out of him. "C-Cumming-Derek!" Your voice becomes hoarse, your moan sounding ike a cry instead.

He rolls his eyes back and pushes deeper into your wet, hot hole. “God. Y/N. Gonna cum. Fuck…” He sputters out and lays his forehead against your shoulder blade. You come down, breathing raggedly, your breasts heaving as you do. He smiles and kisses one of your nipples. "No, oh my, god...." You chuckle as you already know what he's going to ask.

"Please?"

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ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᴰᵃʸ ⁵: ᴹⁱˢᵗˡᵉᵗᵒᵉ

Pairings: Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral (F!receiving), very short I'M SORRY, my mental health is really taking a turn for the worse these past few days :P

You had been dating Sal for little over 2 years; starting to date in high school, graduating and now you were both freshman at the same college. After a long day of boring lectures you had to listen to, you went home to the apartments and

You walked into your shared bedroom, following after Sal, dropping your bag on the floor and collapsing on his bed lazily, sighing after you got back home from college. He took his coat off as you ran your to-do list through your head; Homework, laundry, shower, rent and groceries. You could get it all done but you needed a minute to breathe. Sal clears his throat as if you forgot something. You furrow your eyebrows and look at him when he crosses his arms. “I don’t even get a kiss?” He questions jokingly. You roll your eyes playfully and sit up, crawling over to him at the end of the bed.

“Such a big baby.” You complain, feigning annoyance. He unbuckles his prosthetic and removes it, kissing you before you could really see his face, feeling the texture of his rough, scarred skin on your lips. You hear your phone chime; an alarm for when you’re supposed to do homework and break the kiss early, looking at your phone. “Well…That was nice…but I was planning to kiss what was under the mistletoe…” He mumbles, hugging you and nuzzling his face in your shoulder, hiding his face. You furrow your brows.

"Hm?" You hum, confused, you look up at the ceiling for mistletoe. You find it hanging over the foot of the bed...making the target none other than your body. "Ah." You smile. "Sal, I really have to get my homework done before my grade drops again..."

"Buuuut...It is the rules..." His hands hold the small of your back. A smile breaks out of you, it had been awhile since you and Sal had done anything sexual, focusing on school for almost the entirety of your first semester. He was only really comfortable taking his prosthetic off when it came to him only using his mouth; one of those activities being eating you out.

You let him lay you down gently.

That's how you get here; You don't know how long it's been, an hour? Two? You had lost count as his tongue kept massaging your clit, orgasm after orgasm, getting you worked up just to bring you right back down and start over. Your legs sprawled out on the bed while he lay in between them, thumb grazing over your upper thigh. "So fucking good..." He mumbles in-between licks. At this point, tears are streaming down your face from the pleasure, you're barely groaning, your breath hitching when his tongue slides over your clit. Your fingers are cramping from how long you've held him against you.

"Sal...Last one. Please?" You whimper out, toes curling when his tongue slides into you. He knows when to stop so he nods yes, sucking the rest of your nectar out of you, savoring and enjoying you. "Mhm...Yes, yes, yes." Your words tumble together when he moves to your clit, sucking like his life depended on it.

Your fingers let go of his azure hair, letting him work his magic tongue on you, your knees shooting up, toes curling into the sheets as you screw your eyes shut, preparing for the sensation, and when it finally hits you, it hits you hard. All you can do is throw your head back against the bed weakly, that knot in your abdomen snapping violently. Your legs shake as you groan. “Sally…Sally!” Is all you can choke out as you go weak against him. A few minutes go by, the sound of your panting is the only noise in the room as Sal snaps his prosthetic back on, crawling up to your chest, hugging you and praising you.

“Did so good, thank you…I needed that.” He smiles. You chuckle lightly.

“You needed that? How do you think i felt?”

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ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᴰᵃʸ ⁴: ᴴᵒˡⁱᵈᵃʸ ᴮᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ

Pairings: Peeta Mellark x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), oral (F!receiving), cussing obv

A/N: I'm so sorry for posting this so late but omg I am so tired from work :P

After the games and after you and Peeta finally settled down, finding a cottage in the woods, far away from anyone else.

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your hips. “Whatcha doin…?” He muses as he nuzzles himself into your neck. He lightly kisses you then sucks on the skin gently. “I’m baking, Peeta.” You chuckle and playfully roll your eyes, shooing him away. “Come on, let me stay~” He whines, his hands traveling underneath your shirt.

"Oh, Peeta." You feign annoyance as you continue rolling out the dough. he continues sucking in the skin of your shoulder, leaving his pastel purple marks all over your skin, not knowing his effects on you.

You finish rolling it out, cutting into the dough with the christmas themed cookie cutters as Peeta breaks away from your purple neck, you place the tray into the oven. You turn quickly to Peeta after turning the heat on, kissing him heatedly and pushing him into the counter by his toned stomach, not getting enough of him after the first, second or third kiss. His eyes go wide in surprise before sucking on your soft lips in return.

Moaning, he lifts you up, turns around and pushes your body onto the counter that was behind him, never breaking contact from you. “Let me-mm-let me taste you.” He croaks out in-between kissing you. You nod and he sinks down to his knees, hoisting your legs over his broad shoulders. You smile and blush as he takes what's rightfully his, stripping you from the waist down, drooling as he does so, focused on the task before him.

When he lets the small, soaked piece of fabric that is your panties fall on the floor beside him, he immediately connects his lips to yours, indulging in his favorite meal; you. He dives his tongue into your wet cavern, tasting you, savoring you, devouring you. Your eyes roll back when his tongue finds your clit, glazing over it quickly, making sure to let you feel good, though he never failed at that. He rubs his firm, angry cock through his pants as he continues his assault on you.

He feels he needs more than he can get, licking up all the sweet juice he can get from you. He flattens his tongue, trying to get all of it. He unbuttons his pants, he's had enough of trying to restrict himself especially around his woman. He pulls his red, hot cock out of his pants, starting to violently pump his twitching length while continuing to mouth at your clit.

He presses a gentle kiss against your clit then captures it, sucking harshly. "Peeta! Fuck!" You shout, locking your legs around his head. "Please, don't stop! Please!" He shakes his head to answer no. No, he wouldn't stop, not even if someone tried. He closes his eyes, letting the pleasure take over him and letting go, pulsating and spurting all over the cabinets. You follow very closely, cumming almost instantly after he does.

Your insides spark up, fireworks going off in your abdomen as your legs shake but Peeta holds them against his shoulders by your thighs, letting you ride out the rest of your orgasm on his face. You become dizzy, becoming limp, your back against the cabinets on the wall as your chest heaves and Peeta comes up from in-between your legs and leans against your inner thigh. "Holy...shit." You whisper, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “Thank you…” He smiles and gazes at you. “Don’t mention it.”

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ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᴰᵃʸ ³: ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᴾʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ

Pairings: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), cussing, he’s kinda mean

After a cold, winter, night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Mike pulled up in his car into the house driveway, knowing his sister, Abby and his girlfriend were waiting for him inside the warm house. He got out of the car lazily, walking to the door and unlocking it. Now, he came face-to-face with something he did not expect; you in christmas lingerie, sprawled over the couch like a fucking tease. He rushes inside, shutting the door, speechless. "Uh-...?" He stutters, gesturing to you. "Abby's still sleeping. Yes, she ate. Yes, you can do whatever you want to me." You see his shoulders relax and like his heart melted.

You get up, giving him a full view before he kisses you, quickly breaking away from the kiss, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you to his bedroom. He throws you on his bed, leaning over you and kissing you more, ripping the cheap lingerie off of your hot body. You didn’t mind, not when the reward was this.

He flipped you over roughly so that you were on your hands and knees. He quickly fiddles with his belt, ranting while he does. “Needed you all goddamn night…fucking shift was so goddamn long.” After that, he slides off his jeans, throwing them somewhere off in the bedroom, getting on the bed behind you and bending you over with his rough hands.

“Ready?” He breathes heavily and grabs your hips. “Mike, just fuck me already.” You snap only to get a hand land on your ass harshly. “Fucking talk to me like that…you know who you’re talking to?” He thrusts himself violently into your wet, hot escape.

“Fuck…Forgot how good you feel.” He buries himself inside you, forgetting all his worries outside of the bedroom. He places his hands on the headboard, steadying himself while losing himself in you. He slams himself back and forth inside of you.

You throw your head down amongst the sheets only to be ripped back up. “I wanna fucking hear you.” He tangles his fingers along your neck, choking you. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, seeing white as you feel so fucking close you can taste it.

Both of your sweaty, clammy bodies slamming amongst one another, the bed creaking and the bed thumping loudly against the wall. “Oh god, i’m not gonna last, please, i need to cum…” He pants out. He puts his hands to good use, using them to keep your hips steady, getting on top of you and pumping himself, in and out.

He pants as you clench around him and let go, feeling your orgasm take over you, your legs shaking beneath him. “Yes..Yes, yes, god…” He huffs, then on top of you, spurting his hot, sticky seed inside of you, landing on top of you and laying there for a second, the silence envelopes you both when suddenly…

RIIIIING!

The alarm to take Abby to school. Of course.

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ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᴰᵃʸ ² : ᴵᶜᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵈ

Pairings: Derek Danforth x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), Oral (F!recieving), temp play, established relationship, cussing, degradation, praise? From Derek Danforth???

He knew throwing this party was a great idea, seeing you here, tightly wrapped in the slutty dress you were wearing was the best fucking present he could ask for and he always got what he wanted.

He smirked, watching you dance on the dance floor while he sipped on his whiskey at the bar, making sure no one looked at his woman. You eventually joined him, walking to the bar, getting to talking about the night. "You bored yet? Just standing here?" You tease.

"Not bored. Gettin' a little hard watching you shake your ass out there." he smirks, leaning a little closer to you. You blush. "Derek, oh, my god..." You turn away in embarrassment and he laughs it off. You lazily swirl your martini around as he takes another sip, his teeth crunching down on the ice in his drink. "Wanna leave soon?" He eyes you up and down as you contemplate. you were having fun but with Derek's...state, for lack of a better word, you wanted to leave soon, knowing what was in store for you if you did. "Come on~"

He pulls you closer to him by your waist, pressing his lips to your neck, his tongue darting out, dotting your throat. As it does, you feel the cold, shoot through your neck and gasp, pulling back. He scans you up and down closely, smiling slowly when he realizes what he just made you experience. "We're leaving." He downs his drink in a quick motion. He wraps one arm around your waist, guiding you to the exit.

While driving, his hand never left your thigh, occasionally lightly squeezing it or running his ringed fingers over the skin. When you get to his penthouse, you both get out of the car and he wastes no time because as soon as you step inside, he slams you against the door, kissing you roughly, feeling his breath huffs into your mouth as he starts to unwrap the dress from around you.

"Derek...This is a nice dress-!" You complain as he trails his kisses down onto your neck. "I'll buy you a new one. I need you." He bites your neck, causing you to squeal. "Can't get enough of those fucking sounds." He smiles into your neck, starting to suck hickeys onto the skin. "Gonna have everyone know who fucked you so fucking good tonight." God that thought went straight to your panties, drenching them.

You both attempt to make it to his room, not getting far and landing on the couch before he kisses you again when you both hear a clatter from the hallway, breaking away from the kiss. It happened to be a butler who knocked into something, stumbling into the scene. "Uh-..." The poor girl stuttered.

"Ah! Perfect! You! Go grab a bowl of ice. Make it quick." Derek orders, and she scurries off, clearly desperate to get out of the situation. He peels off your dress, getting off of the couch onto his knees.

The butler comes back with the bowl of ice then leaves you to your business. Derek smiles, picking up an ice cube and crushing it between his teeth. He then spreads your thighs, placing each one on his shoulder. He kisses cold, freezing kisses to your thighs. "Fuck...'S fucking good.." He mumbles against your thigh, smirking because he fucking knows he gets what he wants. You shiver. "Be gentle.." You whine. He then strips you of your panties, stuffing them in his pocket as a trophy.

He licks a cold stripe up your folds, sending a shiver up your spine, making you hiss, grabbing the couch to steady yourself. He leans back, getting another ice cube and crushing it between his teeth before diving back in. The cold sensation being somewhat pleasurable, it was definitely not something you thought you'd be into but here you are.

He continues licking, his tongue venturing into you making your eyes roll back. "Derek! a-Ah!" You sink your nails into the couch, pleading for your release already.

"Goddamn you taste so fucking good." He mumbles against you then sucks on your clit, sending a pleasurable, cold jolt up your body, signifying that one more of those sucks of his and you were done for. "Do-Do that again....Derek....!" He pulls away, smacking your thigh with vigor in one motion. "Remember your fucking place, slut. Say please." He scolds you.

"Please, Derek...? Please! I need it, please!" You beg and he knows he can't resist that, his pretty girl begging. He smirks, cupping your face with his left hand, examining you before he lets go, grabbing another ice cube, going down between your legs.

He gives you kitten licks to your clit, already driving you up the wall, clutching the couch. "Oh, god, please, Derek...Fuck, I am so close!" You cry, tears stinging in your eyes. He smirks, sucking your clit while he's flicking his tongue against your bud. And just like that, he drives you right over the edge, giving you exactly what you wanted.

Your legs begin to shake violently against his back, your nails sink into the couch and tears fall from your eyes. "Derek! Derek-God!" You cry, riding your orgasm out against his face, grabbing the nape of his neck and holding him there while you rode it out.

After it had washed over you, you let go, going limp on the couch and he pulls away, wiping his mouth with his thumb. "Fuck, baby, I'm definitely getting every drink with ice now, better watch out."

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ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᴰᵃʸ ¹: ᵀʰᵉ ˢⁿᵒʷ

pairings: Carl Grimes x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), Public?, cussing, kinda sweet

A/N: UGH I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SO BAD😭

As it started getting colder, the snow started coating the ground and not just the barely frost snow. The thick snow you had to drag your boots through. Which just made it more of a pain on supply runs. Ever since the temperature had started dropping, people around Alexandria started worrying about the food count, the town becoming more busy, Rick getting on Carl's ass more than usual about helping out.

You and your boyfriend, Carl trenched through the ankle deep snow through the woods it would be a long way to the town and the snow was not letting up anytime soon. You glanced around to the trees and considered how far you were from the nearest town. Carl noticed you glancing around. "What is it? Hear something?" He keeps his hand on his pistol. "We're alone..." You look around then scan him up and down. He cocked an eyebrow then you see the realization of what you're saying hit him.

"Y/N...We gotta hurry." He sighs. "We've done it quick before, come on!" You whine as he walks towards you. He contemplates for a second, tilts his head and starts kissing you, his hands coming up to cup your face.

You kiss him back while his hands land on your hips, pushing you against a nearby tree. His cracked lips caress yours as he's gentle with you, rubbing his fingers over your breasts then lifting you up by your thighs abruptly against the tree, grinding against your hot core. He moans into your mouth, setting you down and unzipping his jeans, fisting his already hard cock. He looks into your eyes for a second then to your lips when you smile, taking a condom out of your jacket pocket. He smiles back, kissing you quickly.

You pull down your pants and underwear, he on the other hand, rolling the condom on to himself. You take matters into your own hands and guide him inside while he lifts you up again by your thighs. He keeps you steady against the tree bark, pumping himself into you, kissing you as he’s destroying you. “Fuck…Carl!” You wrap your arms around his neck and hold yourself there. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight…” He whispers harshly into your ear.

“Goddammit, you feel too fucking good, i’m not gonna last…!” He groans as he thrusts relentlessly. You feel your orgasm building its way up. You moan, grabbing part of his flannel to steady yourself. “Carl! Carl!”

You finally let go, cumming all over his length, squealing and squeezing his flannel. “Fuck! Fuck…Y/N." His cold lips find your warm neck, pressing soft kisses to it, chanting now fucking beautiful you look.

"Fuck...So pretty...So fucking good..." He moans, his hips speeding up against you and when he finally spills, his hips slow but still harshly pounding away at you.

He kisses a passionate, warm kiss to your cheek as he slowly pulls out of you, gently setting you down and making sure you could stand on your own. “You’re okay?” He double checks. “Yeah..Thank you.” You pull your pants up shyly, smiling, while he takes the condom off and throws it into the snow. “You’re so beautiful.” He smiles, tucking himself away into his jeans as you smile, pulling him in by the nape of his neck and kissing him.

“Let’s go get that stuff before my dad’s on my ass about it.” He chuckles. “That’s all we need.” You roll your eyes and continue your walk to the town.

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6 Days Of Kinkmas Masterlist

Hey, all! I have decided to do a 6 days of kinkmas, starring all of the characters I write for. So I will post one smut every single day for 6 days starting today. I hope you enjoy!

Day 1-The Snow-Carl Grimes

Day 2-Ice Cold-Derek Danforth

Day 3-Christmas Present-Mike Schmidt

Day 4- Holiday Baking-Peeta Mellark

Day 5-Mistletoe-Sally Face

Day 6-Christmas Ribbons-Derek Danforth

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Dirty thief

Pairings: Carl Grimes x Savior!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Negan's kid!reader, hate sex (But they actually hate each other so no kissy kissy stuff), really gross, sloppy oral (M!recieving), cussing

It was 3:39 AM. You throw your rope over the side fence of Alexandria. Sneaking your way around to the armory, unaware of the blue eye watching you from across the street.

Earlier that day, you had gone with your dad's right hand man, Dwight as he was picking up supplies. You saw the armory, looking through the door window, seeing the guns, the gorgeous detail on the guns. Knowing your dad, Negan, wouldn't let you have a gun, you planned to take one, in the middle of the night when no one was awake. You knew they had guard watchers for the main gate and the main gate only so you had to go through the woods to get to the side. You land in a cul-de-sac, running lowly so no one could suspect anything.

You make it to the armory, slamming your body harshly but quietly against the door, popping it open. You're suddenly on the ground, tackled by a tall teenager, someone around your age. You could barely make out any features, the only recognizable trait being the hat you saw on the leader's son that day. This should be easy.

You get up and punch him in the jaw then he pushes you to the ground. "You fucking thief!” He whispers harshly at you, pinning your wrists to the wood floor. You kick him in the hip, getting up and attempting to run before he grabs your leg and slides you under him, straddling you now.

You notice the bulge in his jeans and you smirk and stop fighting back, letting him keep your wrists pinned. "Are you fucking enjoying this?" You spit harshly. His eyes widen but he quickly tries to hide his surprise that you noticed the state he's in.

"Shut the fuck up." He growls. "Tell me that all you want, but I'm not the one who's harder than a fucking rock, now am I? You fucking like that you pinned me down and you sure like the idea of us fucking so cut to the chase and do it already." You spit. He contemplates, still pinning you down, straddling you then rolls his eyes. "You better make this fucking quick."

He releases your wrists, standing up and unbuckling his belt while leaning against the nearest wall. You follow, waiting for him to fish himself out of his own jeans. You roll your eyes as you get fed up. "Jesus fucking Christ, do I have to do everything for you?" You dig his hard, angry cock out of his jeans, sliding them down to his ankles. He takes control, his fingers, digging into your hair as you take him in your mouth. "Fuck, do I have to do this everytime to shut you up?" He pants.

Your spit drips down onto the wood floor and down the throat he was using, soaking your shirt. You fingers hook around the back of his legs, pushing him further down your throat, now feeling him deep in your throat, your nose now buried in his loins. Now, you can fucking taste his sweet precum as he whines, moaning. His hands fasten his movement on your head, up and down his hard length, throwing his head back. "God...dammit..." He gasps, he was getting close.

You pull off of him, standing up to remove your shorts and your soaked panties and shirt when he picks your right thigh up, his other hand pumping his cock and rubbing it against your clit, teasing you. "You said you wanted this to be quick." You try not to whine at the sensation, scratching his back harshly, possibly drawing blood. He inhales sharply and slams into you, feeling all eight inches inside your spongy insides. He lifts up by your other thigh, pressing your whole body against the wall, biting our shoulder, making you hiss.

He starts pumping into you relentlessly, utterly using you to get himself off. You pant and squeeze your eyes closed as you try not to make a pleasurable sound, not giving him what he wants but god, the way he was pounding right on your spot. You moan, scratching his back, digging into his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You chant, getting dizzy as you feel your orgasm building itself up.

You dig your nails into his back and squeeze your eyes shut once more, waiting for the orgasm to hit you as there was no sign of him stopping. He feels you clenching and slows his place, smirking. Your eyes open. "What... the fuck?!" You pull back, looking him in the eyes with an angry look. "Oh...I'm sorry, did i stop something?" He smirks. "Want me to keep going?" He coos mockingly.

"Keep fuckin' going, Grimes." You growl and with that, his hips start snapping against yours once again. You throw your head back against the wood walls and bite. "If only you looked as good as you fucked, Grimes, Christ...." You whine as his pace picks up. "This is all your fucking good for. Just a hole for me to fuck." He pants, looking down at you sucking him in, the sight getting him off more than it fucking should. You feel your orgasm crawl back closer to you, your hands finding his scalp and pulling his hair.

"God...."

He smirks, finding pleasure in you trying to hide your sounds. "Fuck, anyone else know what a little slut you are, or do you save it just for me?" He growls in your ear and fuck, that's what breaks you. You cum all over him, coating him, you throw your head back, pulling his hair tighter in between your fingers as you moan loudly.

"God, you are just a fucking slut, liking it when I insult you." he smirks, pounding non-stop until he groans and leans his weight on you, spilling into you. "Fuck...Fuck." He moans.

He pulls out, both of you standing on wobbly legs now. You pull your shorts on, strutting out of the door as confident as you can muster as you pull your shirt on.

You don't see him again until Dwight takes you for the ride to another supply pick-up. You get out of the truck to see him except this time clothed. You flush as you see him, walking towards him when Dwight wasn't looking. "You're limping." He bites back a smile. You roll your eyes, that's all you need.

"Until next time?" He looks you up and down then winks at you.

Next time?

[noodlewritez]

Hello!!! Discovered u recently and im already loving ur work♥️

Can u write a smut fanfiction of Dave sneaking up in the bimbo!reader room with his Kick-Ass suit(bc she fantasises abt Kick-Ass pounding her at her room), he has to sneak in her room because her house has alarms for intruders in the front door(also her parents arent home.. soooo---😜😜) ifykyk..

Something hot like him being a bit of a munch, tit-lover and a sub..

And the suit and mask stays own!!!

Hope that makes sense and reading that out loud, i realise how i am a SLUT for him

The mask stays on

Pairings: Dave Lizewski x Bimbo!Fem!reader

Warnings: long, (i'm sorry), smut, oral, cussing, a ticket to poundtown etc etc

A/N: Thank you so much for loving my work! I am so sorry this took so long i have been so very busy😔

When you first saw that clip of Kick-ass defending that other man, late at night, something in you awoke at his voice, the way he spoke, the mask, oddly enough. Oof. You've got a crush on kick-ass.

One night, you sit in your room, the only light being your laptop in front of you, music playing as you bite your lip and start a message to Kick-ass' Myspace.

'Kick-ass, i might need some help with something'

No.

'Kick-ass, i need to talk to you...something personal.'

You smirk as you send the message and your address, biting your lip harder than before, Hoping he would show tonight, you get up amd change your panties to a hot pink thong that wasn't afraid to show itself

You hear a knock on your window, staying up to see if he would show up tonight and here he was. You smirked as you got up from your bed and opened the window. "Oh, Kick-ass...Thank god, you're here." You feign worry as he climbs in.

He deepens his voice and you internally roll your eyes. "What's the problem, ma'am?" He asks, his eyes darting to your thong then to your tits in your push-up bra in the playboy tank top. "Well..."

You sink to your knees. "Do you think you could help me...hero?" His mouth drops, nodding frantically, his eyes going back to your tits as you fishing him out of the suit. His dick springs out. Jesus...Christ...He has to be at least 8 inches. You look at him in disbelief and he smiles, finding it amusing. You push him back against your desk and he grips onto the edge as you begin by sucking on his pink tip, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "Fuck..." He groans. You choke on it, pulling back and spitting on your tits just for his pleasure and boy, did he find it amusing. He gasps, you feel him twitch and he almost doubles over at the sight. A virgin, no doubt.

You smirk as you continue taking him down your throat, occasionally gagging. You knew he was about to cum when his fingers turn white, gripping your desk with all his might, clenching his eyes shut. "Sh-Shit-Gonna cum-"

"Please cum for me, be a good boy, spill your kids down my throat." You encourage and he holds himself back, pulling away from your warm throat. "Can i-Can I fuck you-?…you are so hot..." He pants. You stand up, kissing him, giving him the answer.

He kisses you in a rush, his hands staying at his side as you have to guide them to the small of your back. His face gets hot and red. "Y-Your parents.." He breaks away from your kiss. "Not home." You sit on the bed as he gets down on his knees. "They gonna be home anytime soon?" You shake your head as you lay down on your back and he nods, getting to work. Darting his tongue out, licking your folds then making his way up to your clit, sucking on it, making your eyes roll back and clutch your leopard print sheets. "Yes! Yes, Kick-ass!" You feel him smirk as he puts his tongue flat against your clit, licking back and forth. His hands come up to your chest, feeling up your huge tits, rubbing his fingers over your sensitive nipples, taking it all in like the good boy he is.

He hikes your knees over his shoulders, getting more comfortable and using his whole hands to squeeze at your tits. "God, I'm gonna cum...Kick-ass..." You warn in your whiny voice, squealing and holding onto your sheets as you cum, him licking up all of it. You sit up, kissing him again, panting against his cracked lips and taking your playboy tank top off in one swift motion, breaking the kiss to pull it over your shoulders.

You lay down on your stomach, arching on all fours at the foot of your bed in your pink thong. You turn around and look at him, gesturing to come to you. "Gonna beg to fuck me then not do it? Condoms are in the vanity drawer" You tease, winking. He gets up quickly, sliding the drawer open and grabbing a condom. He crawls back on the bed, sliding it onto himself smoothly then taking his time peeling the thong off of your ass almost like he's unwrapping it carefully.

As soon as it slides down your glass thighs, he quietly gasps, biting his lip and smirking. "Can I-?" He asks and you know what he's implying. "Fuck me like an animal, kick-ass." You sway all of your hair onto your left shoulder, leaving your right one bare while you lay your head down, ass still up. He slowly slides into your wet heat and leans down over you, his hands digging into the bed and keeping you in place as he starts to pound into you. You feel him hit that one fucking good spot, moaning and grabbing at his forearm, nails digging into the skin. "Fuck..!" You cry.

He looks down at your slobbering pussy dripping all over the blankets, panting. "That feel good?" He asks you, fucking you harder than before, his tip hitting your g-spot over and over again. "Fuck yeah it does." He starts going faster, a little bit harder; a panting mess above you. "Fuck your pussy's so tight." He mumbles, screwing his eyes shut and fucking you faster, his hands flying to your hips, starting to use you as a sex toy. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Kick-ass, right there!" You whine, throwing your head down against the bed as you cum all over his hard cock, the rest dripping down onto the bed.

He feels you squeeze the cum out of him and his eyes roll back and he cums right then and there, spilling into the condom. He buries himself deeper and catches himself on his hands, leaning his weight on them. "Fuck, you are so fucking good." He pants out.

"We should do this more often..." You lift your head from the bed and reply. He lazily smiles at you, promising that to you right then and there.

"Fuck yeah."

[noodlewritez]

Missing Carl Grimes like a bitch tonight

[noodlewritez]

can you please do something for sub! dave lizewski? possibly including a mommy kink? like maybe she finds out his kickass and he apologizes (like the one scene) and then smut? or you can do whatever else you want

I didn't mean to scare you...

Pairings: Fem!reader X Dave Lizewski

warnings: smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), mommy kink, femdom, swearing, he's kinda gross but ya'll already knew that.

A/N: YESSSS! I need more requests like this oml! Also, I am so sorry this took so long to whip up but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!♡

It had been a few months since the internet and Myspace all started to get overtaken by the popularity of Kick-ass, the world’s new superhero, which, yeah. It was a little weird that you could approach him in any stray alley you wandered into. You kinda liked it. The way his voice cracked in that clip all over the news got you hotter than you would've liked to admit...

You sat in art class, mostly just using the period to talk to your friends while lazily sketching in one of your notepads so you wouldn't get in trouble. "He is so hot! Oh, my lord, i would hit that." You exclaimed to your best friend, Dave and his little 'group' of friends (if you could call them that). Marty exchanged a smirk with Todd and snickered. Dave chuckled and looked at you, a little longer than he had before. “I-Really? Him?” He asks, almost nervously.

“Automatic yes.” The conversation ended when the bell rang deafeningly as he quickly gathered his books and comics and whisked himself off to biology class while you stared him down, taking your time to get up as you would ditch the next class.

That night, you're playing on your computer, with your headphones on, letting the blaring music take over your brain for the thoughtless task you were performing when you see a person next to your window on your roof and your heart spikes. You get up slowly, not wanting to alarm them and you grab your knife your parents gave you for self defense. You then hear a knock on the glass.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion then open the window to reveal Kick-ass, the city's superhero. Your eyes widen as you back away purely in shock. "Kick-ass?!" You shout. He motions for you to be quiet as he climbs into your bedroom.

"Y/N...I...I have to tell you..." He pauses, looking down. He takes his mask off, revealing Dave Lizewski...The school nerd...? You shoot him a confused look. "Dave?!" You exclaim. His look turns to worry.

You get up, grabbing his hands. "You should've told me sooner..."You look up to him. "I always thought Kick-ass was hot and now he's even hotter." You smirk up to him. His eyes widen. You get up, grabbing his hands. "You should've told me sooner..."You look up to him. "I always thought Kick-ass was hot and now he's even hotter." You smirk up to him. His eyes widen. "I don't want this ruin our friendship..." He blushes. You kiss him in a hurry before he can say anything more.

You make your way down to his neck, leaving hickeys and nipping at the sensitive skin that hadn't been touched before. "Fuck, Y/N...!" He cries as your teeth catch onto a particularly sensitive spot. Your lips curve into a mischievous smirk as you push him down onto your bed, climbing over him and pinning him to the bed.

You like that?" You ask teasingly, gently dragging your knee over his painfully obvious boner. He inhales sharply and throws his head against the sheets. "Fuuuuck!" He moans while you throw your leg over his, sitting directly on his hard cock, teasing and dry-humping him through the green fabric that held him prisoner. "You like to be cock teased, hmm?"

"Fuck, please, mommy...Just fucking put it in." He pants as he watches your waist torment him further. "Say please.." You weren't gonna make him beg any further, while you would've loved that, your sopping heat was just getting more and more soaked as you grinded against his 7 inch, red, violently stiff cock.

"Please....Please, mommy, please put it in.." He mewls as he bucks his hips into yours. He sits up, unzipping his suit, leaving it to you to tear if off of him, throwing it off somewhere in your room.

You slam him back onto the bed, pinning him by his biceps. You sink yourself down onto his angry, red cock. He sucks a breath in and once again, throws his head back, his curls bouncing against the bed. He lets something like a groan and whimper slip past those cracked, cold lips, his fingers interlocking yours. You sit still while he holds onto your hand, his nails digging into the back of your hand. "Shit, you're so fucking big, Dave..."

"God...Fuck, quit squeezing me...Gonna run out of air here." He jokes, letting an airy chuckle out again. You chuckle back and lean down, your chest touching his, getting right in his ear. "We're just getting started, baby." You whisper. "Can I move..?" You lick up the side of his ear and the bite down harshly at the top. "He whimpers again and nods.

You slam down onto him and he grunts, taking your rough manner with such grace. "Fuck, Y/N...Fuck!" His voice cracks as you roughly slam down on him repeatedly, milking him of every drop he has to offer you. He sits up, sloppily kissing you, silencing his whimpers. His brows furrow as he can feel himself get close. He breaks away, roughly grabbing your hips. "I- I can't... I'm gonna cum, I'm sorry..." He mumbles against your lips. You can't help but smile at how cute he was, apologizing for cumming too quickly when in realty you thought it was cute. Tears form in his eyes as he pumps his seed into you. He cries as he falls back, exhausted, his eyes closing.

[noodlewritez]

Can you maybe write like the reader and Carl get trapped somewhere and she's like claustrophobic and he calms her down and kisses her forehead?? Also could I be 💜 anon?

Tight squeeze

Pairings: Carl Grimes X GN! Reader

Warnings: Super cringe, (I'm sorry😭), fluff, cursing, etc etc

A/N: Ofc!! Also, I am so sorry, I have been so incredibly busy with moving recently, so I hope you like this little drabble. Also, I really tried to write claustrophobia as well as I could!

The walkers had chased after you for god knows how long, your lungs felt like they were on fire with how much you had run. Beside you was Alexandria's leader's son, Carl Grimes. He did a lot for the community you were in and that's exactly how he got stuck with you. He was forced into going on a short pharmacy run for the medicine blank needed.

You ran through the grassy fields, fresh out of bullets while Carl held onto his hat and ran for his life. You both ran down a steep hill, finding the pharmacy. You smiled at Carl, looking at him while he grabbed the door, holding it open for you, then running inside to close the door. "Fuck.." He cussed, checking his ammunition. You catch your breath when you hear more walkers' footsteps. "Carl..." He looks up and hears them too. He motioned to his right, tilting his head in that direction.

The upper floor had fallen due to the abandonment of the store, dropping down to the first floor. He thought quickly, finding a heavy dresser and motioned to it. He held a finger to his lips. "Close that door. That walker is gonna hear us moving this." You nod quickly as you slam it closed. The walker pushes it a little open as you fight it with your weight against the door. More walkers begin to crowd the door as he pushes the dresser to the ledge. "Y/N, climb up. Now!" He points his gun at the door, ready to shoot when you let off of it.

You let your weight off of the door and run for the ledge, jumping up and climbing. You can hear one gunshot from Carl and his running footsteps up the box and onto the ledge. He runs and pushes you softly to give you a head start. "That door!" He exclaims and you both run into it so fast, slamming into the back wall. "Goddamn it, it's a closet!" You shout as huge pieces of rubble start falling from the ceiling, closing you inside the pharmacy closet. "Fuck!" Carl curses.

He kicked, pushed and slammed the door but you both knew it wouldn't budge. Panic started setting in when he cursed the door under his breath. You buried your face in your hands and tried to steady your breathing before it got worse.

"Hey...Hey, it's okay..." He gently grabs your shoulder and furrows his eyebrows, worried he didn't know how to handle this. "Don't worry." He says, his voice getting raspy at this point. Your breathing slowly but very surely gains pace. You back yourself into the back right corner. Carl slowly rubs your bicep, then slowly swallows you into a hug trying to distract you. You close your eyes when you feel his cold, chapped lips graze barely above your eyebrows. Your face then runs hot and you shoot your eyes open. He backs up, flinching from your sudden attention. "I-I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I've never even..."

"No...I-I liked it, don't worry. Just...shocked." You chuckle nervously. He shoots you an airy laugh in response. "Can I...Can I do it again...somewhere a little lower, this time?" You nod, closing your eyes when he leans in, connecting your lips in a surge of heat and smirking into the kiss.

He pulls away and his face is bright red, matching yours. "God, your lips are so soft.."

[noodlewritez]