#Glenn Thrust

[dennisboobs]

(x)

[starshipsofstarlord]

lap girl (3)

summary. there’s no better position for daryl than when his girl is in his lap 😉🥵

warnings. smut, unprotected sex, handjob, cursing, fluff

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

prison

Her hips jolted in adjustment atop of his own, driving his cock deeper within the depths of her arousal glazed cervix, pulling a long drawn moan out from Daryl’s parted lips, as his eyelids fluttered in an abyss of euphoric peace. It was all he needed, to be within her, to feel her perfectly close, and he hadn’t needed to drive a hard bargain to have her crawling wantonly on his lap. Y/n’s fingers wove in his hair that had grown since the survivors of Woodbury had amounted to the numbers of the prison, relieving the stress that Daryl felt to provide for the increased population.

She was stressed too, working her ass off as she watched Rick potter about in his little farm, almost oblivious to the subsequent efforts the rest of them strived through to salvage supplies - he needed a rest though after everything, and this was y/n and Daryl’s own substitute of that. Their lips messily moulded together, drinking up the others escaping sounds, neither of them wanted to attract any peepers to their intimacy which was hard to come by with the afflicting chores that had to be completed.

“Ya feel so good girl.” At the sound of his gruff voice, y/n mewled lightly, burying her rolling-eyed face in his shoulder, as she wiggled insistingly against his lazy thrusts. It was midday, however despite that they were fuelled with the weakness of exhaustion, using the last of the energy that they had reserved for one another. “Thatta girl.” Daryl placed his large and rough hands on her hips, moving her in unison with his sloppy thrusts that somehow managed to hit the perfect spot even with his tired exterior.

“Dar-“ a yelp stifled in her throat as she clasped a hand over her mouth to block it from reaching any passing ears, as she chose to bite lightly on his still clothed shoulder, scratching lightly at his leather vest in sexual distress; her peak was coming closer and closer with each passing second, and so Daryl leaned back against the wall in their cell that was their escape from everything outside, and brushed his tingling fingertips against her angelic face. “I love you.” Her confession that had been spoken many times before came out as a whisper, as his heavy lidded eyes met her watery orbs.

“Love ya more sunshine.” Daryl muttered, his breath hitting her lips as he raised his hips so that it was easier to increase the pace in which his cock was moving inside of her, his head resting against the grey bricks that supported his position. “Gonna have ta pull outta ya soon.” He reminded her, watching y/n screw her face up at the concept, however it was the safest option considering Glenn and Maggie had used up the supply in the stores that were nearby to their location. “Ya gonna cum first girl, don’ ya worry.”

To emphasise his point, he reached his hand down so that the pad of his thumb was swirling disoriented circles around her clit, and y/n all but launched herself at him as she passionately joined their lips again, muffled moans spilling out occasionally for their lack of required air. “Fuck- I’m, I’m gonna-“ She had no time to finish her sentence as she threw her head back as a reaction from the rush that flowed intensely throughout her body, and Daryl leaned tentatively forward, chasing her lips, as he lifted her a little so he could pull out from her sweet cunt.

As soon as he did so, y/n in her fucked out haze grabbed his erection that was covered in her essence in her hand, stroking him at a desperate pace, biting his lip to catch the tracker off guard. “Shit.” Daryl closed his lustful blue eyes as his face became slack, all of the sensations that he was experiencing driving him wild. It wasn’t long before he came, spilling his seed across the expanse of y/n’s naked thigh, and he could finally catch his breath. “Ya jus’ can’t get ‘nough, I swear.” There was a dopey smile on his face, one that he reserved solely for his girl, and he caressed the back of her neck, before pulling her closer, until she was once again on his lap.

[grimesgirll]

it all started when glenn caught you checking out maggie.

your eyes had been glued to her form, not just enjoying the view of her ass from behind but her figure as she made her way to help rick with the new tractor they’d salvaged. maggie had no idea that you were doing your best at lip reading every word and catching every mundane detail. you had no idea glenn was watching.

he’s returning from the showers to maggie in their tent in the yard, getting ready for bed when he breaches the subject. the man is half expecting to get some backlash on why his eyes were on the girl from woodbury in the first place but he’s wildly surprised to hear, “you too?”

apparently maggie had caught you in action herself. breath caught in your throat, you’d been letting your eyes linger a little too long on the way glenn’s hands gripped around the rake he was using to clear up the fields after a gusty rainstorm.

none of you thought that a joke from maggie about the length of your shorts would end up with your head in between her thighs.

what you thought had been playful banter turned into a threeway makeout session against the toolshed followed by you all crashing into their tent, and a quest to rid you of your panties. hands on the front and back of your legs, the couple didn’t waste any time - not with you so eager. maggie’s making fun of your blush when she maneuvers a finger around to find you revved up and ready to go, but glenn’s pants are only tightening.

the barrage of open mouthed kisses and fingers tangling in your hair almost distract you from maggie weaseling another finger inside of you.

“such a pretty girl,” glenn is whispering into your hair from behind. a hand lays claim on your tit, squeezing and doling out pleasure even as his girlfriend picks up her pace.

“gonna have to keep quiet if you wanna come, sweet girl,” maggie advises and suddenly you’re reminded of the sunny afternoon right outside the tent flap.

maggie and glenn share a look that you don’t quite recognize yet. it’s like there’s some couple’s wavelength that you’re not on that has glenn starting on his pants and maggie ridding you of your tank top.

and just like that, your mouth is encompassing glenn’s head as he hisses, “fuck.” your cheeks hollow like it’s a setting triggered by his cock, sliding further down your throat.

“such a good girl for us,” maggie proves with a thrust of her fingers. “sayin’ yes without hesitatin’. you like watchin’ us. we’re gonna love watchin’ you come.”

you can’t complain and you have no reason to. maggie’s fingers are working out a much needed massage on your most tender muscles. a third finger has you moaning around glenn, and with every noise from you, his hands find your hair, stroking and petting as you swallow around him. he’s only tensing and throbbing in your mouth even more at the filthiness of it all; maggie’s fingers stuffed up your cunt and his cock stuffed down your throat.

a gag has him shooting his hips nearly into your face. you - in turn - grind up and down on maggie’s fingers. her lips are pressing instructions to “just wait” against your skin. it’d be easier to “just wait” if she wasn’t rubbing such precise circles into your clit - motions that you didn’t even know you liked.

the new touches and sensations are overwhelming you. you’re almost happy glenn is angling impossibly down your airway because otherwise, you’d be loud enough to provide an inappropriate work environment for everyone in the fields. you only grow louder as the woman twisting her nimble fingers inside of you doesn’t relent. you’d beg if it wouldn’t be so muffled around glenn’s cock.

vibration after vibration echoes against glenn’s length anyways. when he looks down at you, base of him in hand, he thinks you have to be the sweetest boon to ever have fallen into his lap.

he’s even more impressed when his girlfriend declares that you’re “close” and he’s getting a front row seat for how you absolutely fall apart in the wake of your orgasm. your reddened face has to be cherry now. lips swollen around glenn, all you can do is whimper when the digits extracting every ounce of pleasure they can, curl and guide you through the wet, squirming release pulsing around maggie’s fingers.

glenn spilling down your throat and maggie removing her fingers give you a break from the physical overwhelm.

your mouth isn’t ready for a break just yet though. not when you’re making the executive decision to wipe whatever’s left of glenn from your lips and settle down between maggie’s pillowy thighs, shushing her “but”s when you lower her denim shorts and sage panties.

maggie’s green eyes are flickering between yours and glenn’s. glenn is no doubt sitting back, enjoying the love of his life getting eaten out just like she deserved to after a hard morning of work in the sun. you’d had him down your throat just mere minutes ago but the sight of you so furiously bent on getting his girl off has him bricking up again.

the feel of maggie’s hands in your hair is remiscent of glenn’s and each time she tugs your strands, you’re nosing deeper. you don’t care that your face is covered in maggie’s arousal by this point. you’d be in awe of the couple; glenn’s side swept hair and maggie’s delicious demeanor - and her derrière.

tongue flattened against her entrance, you lap up maggie as if her pussy were pure nectar of the gods. her heaving exhales are. it’s all the confirmation that you need that the pattern you’re drawing with your tongue lights up every pleasure receptor in her. fingers grow harsher, a tug to match every taunting lick.

before you know it, maggie’s sweet release is filling your mouth.

even maggie can’t help but let out a few choice words and some huffy praises of, “good girl” and “what a mouth.”

glenn can’t help but look at you with an open mouth because god, you look cute with your nose covered in her slick.

there’s not enough time for maggie to laugh at her boyfriend or for you to get all flustered - not if the three of you want to work a nap into your day before dinner.

you happily accept their invitation and glenn straightens out their mussed up sleeping arrangements. he finds you a pillow, passing it to you and placing one last eager kiss on your lips before pulling his girlfriend into his arms, not unlike how she grabs you next. maggie’s kissing the top of your head and you’re forgetting all about the empty bunk back in your cell, blissed out enough to relax your head against her chest and let the sounds of the cicadas chirp you to sleep.

[murdrdocs]

MDNI

the arguments between you and rick have been frustrating everyone else in the group.

you could hear it in the way daryl was quick to butt in whenever you and rick were getting started. you could see it in the way glenn’s jaw would harden and he would look away. and you’ve been told by shane, who reasoned that he’d had enough with playing mediator for two adults.

his words were something along the lines of, “go figure your shit out face to face. got it?” and you’re perfectly content with blaming shane for your current predicament.

but maybe you should be thanking him instead of blaming him as rick’s fucking you better than you’ve had in a while.

your back pinned to the mattress, one of your legs hooked around his hips and jerking with the force of his thrusts, and the other held steady by his hand pushing it back until your thigh met your chest.

you’re both covered in sweat, adding to the slip of your bodies where they meet. but most of the slip comes from your arousal, shocking in quantity around ricks cock which enters and leaves your walls with embarrassing ease.

of course, he has to comment on it.

“hear that? hm? the sound of this pussy. she’s fucking leaking. this all for me?”

he might be fucking you good, but you refuse to give in.

rick’s looking right at you when you roll your eyes. he chuckles, and his nonchalance pisses you off.

it takes you a second to speak without your words being broken up by a moan, and even then your voice tremors.

still, you have an attitude when you childishly tell him, “you wish.” it’s the best come back you can come up with when you’re so close to an orgasm.

“i thought you hated me?” he continues to tease.

you go to reply, to tell him that you do hate him (you really, really don’t). but it’s unfortunately then that rick angles his cock slightly different and he hits a spot that makes you cry out, a small squeal leaving your mouth before you slap your hand over it.

rick tuts, shaking his head as he aims for that spot over and over again.

“uh-uh. none of that. lemme hear you, sweetheart.”

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve Harrington pounding you into the mattress while Glenn Frey’s ‘You Belong To The City’ plays in the background…

~*~

The faded blue of the music video on the television set, that casts light in the darkness of his bedroom.

“Fuck. Yeah, honey. Come on and take my big cock like a good girl.”

Your head is falling to the side, Steve’s messy strands tickling your forehead on every rough movement, nose nudging your cheek, sometimes your eyelashes, your limbs lathered in slippery sweat, the kind of perspiration that’ll stay heavy on your skin, not long after he’s spent and lighting his first post-sex cigarette, making you want to slide down between his legs and take up a permanent residence. His gold chain slaps at your heaving bosom, stubble bitten jaw nicking your jugular as he leaves his claim behind. His big palms are all over you, squeezing and pinching. Is this how you go out? So out of it and full of his massive size, that you can’t tell where he begins and you end. Only knowing that your mouths meet every other minute to share panting breaths and weak kisses that are just grazes of swollen lips.

His hairy knees ram into the backs of your thighs, dull balls pressing, he’s driving you further up the mattress on every single thrust, his hands reaching to pin yours beside your head. “Pussy is so fucking creamy, you should be ashamed of yourself for being this wet and ruining my brand new sheets.”

You watch his bushy chest drag your breasts and stimulate your nipples until your toes are curling, legs spreading impossibly wider. He’s encouraging further. “You tryna take me deeper? Holy shit, honey. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

A saxophone background track and sex with Steve Harrington should not be legal to indulge in at the sametime. Hell, you’d break every law, even if it wasn’t.

[altocat]

I find it very interesting that the Lifestream gave Sephiroth his necklace back. Like yeah, Glenn kicked it into the fissure right afterwards, but the planet itself seemed to have shown genuine kindness to Seph, despite Sephiroth being genetically designed to act as the planet's conqueror.

Further proof that Sephiroth was a genuinely good person thrust into awful circumstances beyond his control. The Lifestream recognized him killing Rosen as an act of mercy, and sought to provide him with a small bit of comfort in recompense. The Lifestream WANTED Sephiroth to have that necklace. Maybe it was trying to guide him towards a better path, a path back to his mother.

But unfortunately, so long as he remained with Shinra, there never really was much hope.

[dixongrimesgirl]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Greene reader

Content Includes: panty sniffing, masturbation, caught, oral(m receiving)

Daryl knew he shouldn't go into your room but the door was open and he just couldn't help it.

Daryl has had feelings for you ever since he and the rest of the Atlanta group arrived at your daddy's farm. He knew it was wrong as you were so much younger than him, but he couldn't help how he reacted to your kindness and soft touches.

You took in the sight of your pale pink walls and flowery bedspread. He sat down on your bed when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He got up and walked over realising it was a pink lacy pair of panties. Your panties. He tried to leave and pretend he never saw them but his feet were planted to the floor. After arguing with himself as to what to do he eventually decided one little look wouldn't hurt.

He picked them up and noticed a stain on the center of the fabric. He silently groaned and mentally kicked himself before bringing the material up to his nose and inhaling your natural scent. You were out scavenging with Maggie, Rick, and Glenn so he thought he should have enough time to rub one out real quick. He didn't have time to think before his cock was out and he had your panties covering his nose. He began to stroke his cock. Slowly at first until the pace got too unbearable. He speeds up his movements and is on the brink of his orgasm when you open the door.

“Daryl?” You look at him. He immediately starts fumbling around trying to cover himself up, hoping you hasn’t seen what he was doing.

“It’s okay. As long as you were thinking about me. You were thinking about me, right?” You ask.

His face turns beet red and he nods.

“Good” you reply and shut the door behind you.

“Thought ya were on a run?” He asks.

“Got cut short. Herd of walkers came us. Had to get outta there quickly.” You reply and he hums in response. He pick your panties up off the floor and push Daryl back onto your bed. You shove the panties in his mouth and furrows his brows.

“You gotta keep quiet somehow. Don’t want someone hearin us now do we?” You ask and he shakes his head.

“Good boy” you praise and his cock twitches at your words.

You pulls down his pants and boxers.

“Looks like somebody’s close already” you say taking in the sight of his cock. It’s girthy and about 7 inches with a thick vein running the length of it and an angry red tip oozing precum.

He moans into your panties when you wrap your small hand around his dick. You give it a few pumps causing a slew of moans try to escape him but are muffled by your panties in his mouth. You bring your lips down to place kisses on his balls before taking all of him in your mouth. You bring hands down to fondle his balls and he thrusts up into your mouth. He shoots his load down your throat and when he’s done you remove your lips from him with a pop and remove your panties from his mouth.

His breathing slowly returns to normal when he asks you “what was tha for?”

“If you mean me giving you the best blowjob of your life then it’s because I have feeling for you and I’m guessing you have feelings for me.” You reply.

“Do you have feelings for me?” You ask.

“Yeah. I do” he admits not meeting your gaze. You tilt his chin up so his eyes meet yours.

“Good. Cause I’m not done with you yet” you smirk.

[fields-of-grimes]

Save A Car, Ride A Sheriff’s Boy | Carl Grimes

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

Request: Can you a do a Carl x Fem!Reader where they have to cook together and end up doing whatever else instead 💀

CW: SMUT, Carl and reader get caught

EVERYONE IS 18+

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You and Carl were finally trusted enough to live together, so the two of you had a great idea of having the group over for dinner. 

“Hey babe, the rest of the group is gonna be here in a few hours, we should probably start dinner.” You told him as you stood up. He nodded in agreement. “Alright, but where are you going so fast?” He asked you pouting slightly. “I wanna go change before we cook.” You said as you went upstairs.

You were finding clothes to put on when you got the brilliant idea to tease Carl, you took off your bra and panties before putting on a sundress. You walked back downstairs, and joined Carl in the kitchen. “Alright babe what should we cook?” You asked him, when he turned around his mouth dropped open. “Well i don’t know about you, but i know what i want for dinner.” He said licking his lips as he eyed you up and down. 

You smirked as you saw his growing bulge. “Yeah and what would that be?”

“You.” He whispered as he kissed you roughly, You pushed him away. “Now now calm down Cowboy you need to pick something that everyone can eat.” You smirked as you jumped on the counter, as you did he got a glimpse of your pussy, he moaned softly at the sight. “Well how about i eat you first and then we can worry about everyone else later.” 

You giggled softly and nodded. “Okay cowboy.” You said as you slid your dress down. When Carl saw your bare tits, that’s when he lost it. He ran up to you and dropped to his knees smirking before attaching his plump lips on your clit, you moaned loudly and grabbed his hair as you started grinding against his mouth.

Carl groaned sending a vibration through your whole body, your eyes rolled back as he stuck two fingers in you thrusting them in and out fast and hard.

“Oh my god i’m gonna cum!” you told him as tears started to form from all the pleasure. Carl pulled away from your clit and kept fingering you, “Cum for me princess, i wanna see how pretty you look.” As soon as the words let his mouth you moaned loudly as you came all over his fingers, he smirked and licked his fingers clean, before standing up and pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees. He slowly ran his tip against your entrance making you whine.

“Carl please.” you pouted making him chuckle, “I don’t know baby they will be here soon, we should start cooking.” he said as you rolled your eyes. “Please fuck me i need you inside me.” When you said that his eyes went dark with lust as he slammed into you hard, you almost screamed in pleasure at the feeling of his cock stretching you out. “Oh my god you're so big.” you moaned as he grabbed your boobs and sucked on one nipple while massaging the other one. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

“Fuck you're so tight.” He said groaning into your neck. “I’m gonna cum again baby i’m gonna cum.” you moaned into  his hair. He picked you up and carried you to the couch not letting his member leave you he slowly sat down, once he was settled you started bouncing up and down.

You two were so caught up in pleasure that you didn’t hear the door open. “Hey  Y/N, Carl? Sorry if we- holy shit that’s fucking porn!” Glenn said causing Carl to grab the blanket next to you and wrap it around you.

“Sorry! Sorry! Maggie wanted me to see if you two needed her to bring anything, i’m uh i’m gonna go!” Glenn ran out of the house quickly.

“Welp, that was something.” You said making Carl laugh, “Yeah we should probably actually start on dinner now.” He said as you got off him, he stood up to pull his pants up, but you stopped him. “Not yet.” you said turning him to face you, you got on your knees and started sucking his dick. it didn't take more than a couple of minutes for him to cum down your throat, you pulled away swallowing, as you stood up. “Now we can start cooking dinner.” you said skipping upstairs to change into some more appropriate clothes.

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first official smut! All i could picture was Glenn screaming like a little girl when he walked in

[carlsdarling]

OML PLEASEEEE DO MORE OLDER READER AND CARL HCS IM BEGGING!!!! I just wanna take care of him :(

Carl x Older! Reader headcanons Part III

More headcanons. A lot of requests for this so I decided to do that now... Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

Glenn showed you some pictures of Carl that he took with a Polaroid camera during the time in the prison. Carl was 13 or 14 years old back then, and you were enchanted by the pictures. "You were so cute," you purred against Carl's neck in bed at night. "I was never cute! I was already an adult back then and could handle a gun," Carl protested angrily. "Yes, you were really cute," you giggled. "Especially that picture of you sitting on the stairs with Beth. I bet you had a crush on her." The fact that Carl blushed proved that you'd hit the nerve. "Glenn shouldn't have shown you those pictures," Carl growled.

When the two of you are alone, Carl likes to call you his little cougar.

Carl makes a point of always appearing strong and being the one to care for you, but he's very emotionally vulnerable. On more than one occasion, you have had to comfort him because someone has made a silly remark about his eye. It hurts you when Carl is sad.

A few times you have played nasty tricks on people who have insulted Carl afterwards - making a mess in their houses or mixing mice faeces into their cereal boxes. It makes you unspeakably furious when someone is rude to Carl. There's now a fragile peace with Negan, but whenever he shows up in Alexandria, you can't help but insult him because Carl told you how Negan made him cry when he was younger.

For Carl's 19th birthday, you organized a surprise party at your house, and he was so happy. Michonne helped you get everything ready. At first she was very reserved towards you because she didn't appreciate the age gap, but now she and Rick have realized that you and Carl have serious feelings for each other.

Carl recently moved in with you and you think it's wonderful to be living with him now. It just feels right now that you've been together for six months.

You keep condoms in every room because you never know when you're going to get it on. You have a very high condom requirement. If possible, Carl always brings some with him when he goes on a supply tour. Some people have already noticed this and are constantly teasing him about it. Daryl in particular can't help it. "Carl, honestly, how many of these thingies do you need every day?"

You fucked in every room of the house - even in the kitchen, where you sat on the edge of the table and Carl positioned himself in front of you to penetrate you. He held your hips in a firm grip and thrust into you passionately, spurred on by the fact that you were moaning loudly and begging him. "Carl, harder! Even harder! Go faster!" you whimpered, digging your fingernails into his slender, smooth back. "You're so wanting," Carl gasped as he increased his pace and finally spilled his seed into you with a scream, his heart beating wildly. After that event, you had to grin every time someone came to visit, sat down at the table and you served coffee.

Carl doesn't like to get up early, and when he has the morning shift for guard duty, it's hard work for you to get him out of bed on time. Now you can place Michonne's gleeful laughter when she said when Carl moved in: "Have fun, Y/N, when Carl has to get up early. You'd best take the bed covers off him." But Carl clings to the covers and grumbles sleepily at you.

When Carl has had a difficult day, he is very quiet in the evening, very clingy and very cuddly.

You are so happy to have Carl. There are lots of girls his age in Alexandria who would love to be with him, but he chose you.

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Tags: @tessasweet @taylormarieee @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808 @xxcarlswifexx

[taylormarieee]

Day 2: BlowJob

Kinktober

Summary: You decided to give Shane a taste of his own medicine after leaving you all hot and bothered at Alexandria's Famous Cookout.

Word Count:920

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dick sucking aka Blowjob, Sub!Shane, Dom!reader, reader getting revenge, shane being a slight dick, whimpering, pet names, Public sex a lil, almost getting caught, MDNI 18+ONLY.

Shane was always a tease and there's no denying that. So when this morning you woke up excited to get ready for a cookout and wore your pretty little sundress, what you didn't expect was for Shane to give you head right on the bathroom counter.

He is such a tease to the point where he didn't allow you to cum. You whined and begged him the whole walk tot he cookout but he just chuckled and ignored you.

When you guys arrive at the cookout and you have to remove the attitude from your face as Rick walks up to the both of you.

"Hey! Glad you could make it. Ahbraham and Daryl have already started on the grill, and Me and a couple others are playing cards, wanna join?" Rick asks.

You politely decline walking away to go look for Maggie and Shane agrees and walks to the table.

"Hey darlin! How are you hun!" Maggie greets with a warm smile.

You frown. "Not so good, Shane is being a dick again." You say glaring daggers at the man in front of you.

Maggie's eyes widen and she chuckles a bit. She puts a hand on your shoulder and whispers in your ear, "Go make him pay tiger." She says winking at you as she walks away.

You smirk, coming up with a mischievous idea. You were going to give Shane a taste of your own medicine.

You walk over to an extra empty table that Rick set up because Shane broke the table in anger from losing. That man really needed to control his temper.

You got on your knees under the table and hid behind the cloth waiting for everyone to sit down.

You looked for Shane's boots and once your target was aquired, you went straight to him.

You ran your hands up his leg causing him to jump. He soon looks down and realizes it's you with a devious smirk on your face. You go for his belt buckle and he whispers something to you.

"What are ya doin hun?!" He whispers and yells. You just smile and reach for his boxers to pull out his achingly hard cock.

Your mouth starts to water at the sight. You start stroking and twisting your hands in ways that you know will make him groan and moan.

He covers his moans by coughing and replacing them for 'hiccups' to fool anyone who noticed.

Maggie stands off in the corner noticing his weird behaviour and she chuckles to herself saying, "That's my girl." She smiles.

You kiss the tip, precum staining your pretty lips. You give him slow but sweet kitten licks and Shane fights the urge not to groan and shoot his head back.

He instead throws his hand on the table causing a loud boom sound. Everyone stops to look at Shane.

"Sorry, bad cards!" He says trying to laugh it off. "Oh come on man, you're ruining the game for yourself!" Glenn says laughing.

"Oh trust me, I've seen Shane play, sometimes this is his tactic. To make you think he's losing but he's not." Rick says chuckling.

"Tha's true, he dun beat me a couple times back in Atlanta." Daryl says with a smirk.

They boys continue. in their conversation, drinking their beers as you swallow all of him. He stifles out a moan at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.

He thrusts his hips up whining and begging for more in a whispered tone.

"Please baby, please lemme cum. I'm sorry for this mornin but please!" He whisper-yells.

You shake your head as an approval to let him cum down your throat. You bob your head up and down faster, using your hands for whatever you can't fit inside your mouth.

He grips your hair tighter than before. You gag on his cock and he groans at the feeling of your throat contracting around him.

Rik goes down to itch his foot and Shane's eyes widen. He tries to hurry up and tell you to get off of him but you only suck harder causing him to moan just a tad bit too loud. Luckily not grabbing anyone's attention.

You fondle and play with his balls. He grips your scalp harder, the feeling burning your scalp but you don't care. You want him to be close to cumming but leave him all sweaty, hot and bothered like you were.

You slide off of him with a 'pop' and squeeze his tip. His tip is hot and red and oozing with precum. While your enjoying the view down there, Shane is enjoying the pleasure right there.

You decide to have mercy and let him cum. You suck him again and hollow your cheeks. He lets out one last final groan before thrusting up into your mouth shoving your head all the way to his pelvis as he cums down your throat.

He shoots his load down your throat, the feeling of his hot sperm sliding down your throat makes your eyes roll back. You moan around him and he twitches inside you at the sensitivity.

You swallow all his cum and kiss his tip. He is breathing heavily and you stuff his length back in his pants and zip up his jeans. You try and sneak from under the table and go towards Maggie licking your lips.

You turn and give one last look to Shane knowing he's going to fuck you so hard later and that's exactly what you want.

Taglist: @sinsandsweetness @murdadixon @loveforcarl @carlgrimesenthusiast @catt-leya @carlsdarling @number1gal @daryldixmedown @darylscvmdumpster @dixongrimesgirl @rickswh0r3 @tied-in-a-knot @eternalrose81 @xowritella @iamacowboi

[smutinlove]

Dinner with Grimes

Carl Grimes x female reader

I literally screamed when I wrote the last few sentences 🤭

You and Carl had decided to host dinner at your place. But you just wanted to tease Carl, so you wore an incredibly short dress.

You entered the kitchen; Carl was there making spaghetti. He eyed you up and down. "Hey, Y/N..." You smirked. "Carl, are you okay?" He started sweating. "Y—yeah. I'm fine."You joined him and started making orange juice. "Fuck, Y/N," he muttered. "What was that?" You asked with a grin on your face. He pinned you against the kitchen counter. You smirked and knew your plan was definitely working.

"Carl, what are you doing?" You innocently asked. "Y/N, are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked. You smirked. "Yeah," you said.

He lifted your dress up, revealing your lacey black panties that you wore just for him.

"Fuck, Y/N, you make me so fucking hard." You moaned as he squeezed your ass. You slipped off your panties. "That's better," he said. You smiled and bit your lip, knowing what he'd do, next. He slapped your ass, making you whimper in pleasure.

You moaned as he rubbed his cock over your folds. "Carl, don't make me wait..."

He took off his shirt. He grabbed your hair and pulled it. "Carl, please," you begged. He was teasing you. You knew it. "You want my cock that badly?" He asked with a stupid smirk on his face. You couldn't help but nod.

"Please, just fuck me..." You begged. He slammed inside you, making you moan loudly. "Fuck," he grunted. He pulled your hair. "Tell me how much you love my cock, you whore." He demanded.

"Carl, you have the biggest fucking cock, it's so fucking good," you moaned. He thrusted inside you. "Please, I can't take this!" You moaned. "Carl, please!" You screamed as he hit your spot.

You felt yourself start to melt. "I'm gonna come," you whined. He didn't slow down. "Fuck, Carl!" You cried out. "Come, Y/N," he groaned.

You heard a door open. "Holy shit! What the fuck, Y/N. Disgusting." You heard Glenn mutter. He covered his eyes and rushed out of the house.

"That's gonna be a lot to explain..." You said.

[companionjones]

Road Trips (Back and Forth)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Walking Dead (AMC)

Summary: After four long months, Daryl is finally back in your life.

Warnings: Smut with some plot at the end, Cursing

This is an AU story.

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    You woke to the sound of water running. Most people would assume they had an intruder, but you knew it could only be one person. Jumping out of bed, you rushed into your bathroom and shower fully clothed.

    “Daryl--!” you cut yourself off by crashing your lips upon his. It had been four months since you’d last seen him.

    Dixon was lucky enough to practically catch you in his arms before the both of you could go toppling over.

    You had a second to breathe in his scent before Daryl pulled you from him. “I was trying to wash myself of all this dirt and grime before I said ‘hello’ to you,” he stated.

    Shaking your head, you testified, “You should always say hello to me first.” You tugged him downward so you could connect your lips again.

    Daryl let the kiss go on. “God, I missed the taste of ya’.” He moved you so you were pressed against the shower wall. He was squeezing your breasts over your shirt before removing the piece of clothing from the equation entirely, and throwing it over the top of the shower.

    You cried out as Daryl roughly pinched your nipples, but Daryl just swallowed the sound. He roughly pulled down the shorts you’d been wearing, and you stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor. Daryl threw them in the same direction as your shirt.

    “Oh God, Daryl, please!” you begged breathlessly as you parted from his lips.

    Daryl Dixon was never one to waste time. “You don’t have to ask me twice, baby.”

    You gasped as Daryl picked you up and you circled your legs around him, and you shouted his name as Daryl swiftly entered you.

    “That’s it, babygirl. You always take-me-so-well!” Daryl stated as he started thrusting in and out of you.

    “D-a-r-y-l-!” you sounded out Dixon’s name in harmony with the sound of skin slapping throughout your bathroom. You were holding onto him for dear life.

    “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so good for me. That’s my good-little-girl!”

    “Fuck yes! D-daddy, please! Oh, oh God, you feel so good!”

    “Feel good too, princess. Hold on just a little longer. A little longer for Daddy.”

    Your fingers were making marks on his back. “Oh, please, please, please! D-Daryl!” You screamed when you felt his warm semen release inside of you. You felt your eyes almost pop out of your head as your mouth hung open and you came with him.

    As you calmed down, you felt Daryl petting the back of your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “That’s my girl...Did such a good job...Made me cum so hard I nearly fell over.”

    You giggled at that last one.

    “There’s my girl.” He kissed your cheek. “Think we can finish up in here?”

    You chuckled, “That’s if I can stand, Dixon.”

    He smiled at that.

    Yes, you were able to stand (barely), and in no time at all, you had helped Daryl finish his shower, and the two of you were wrapped up in each other’s arms in your bed.

    “How is everyone?” you wondered.

    Daryl went on to tell you that his motorcycle shop he owned a few states away with his best friend Rick Grimes was profiting well. Rick’s wife Michonne had just opened a self-defence dojo for women, and that was going great. Michonne and Rick’s kids: Carl, Judith and RJ were growing into very good people as well. Daryl’s other married friends, Maggie and Glenn, owned a private practice that, Daryl reported, had “just donated an ass-load” of money to charity; and their child, Hershel, had just developed his first crush.

    You had met all of those people the couple of times Daryl had brought you on a road trip to his home, and you all got along famously. You cared very much what was happening in their lives, as you knew they did your life as well.

    Speaking of your life, you were finishing up your college degree. That was cute because you were just starting college when you and Daryl had met while he had been on one of his many road trips. That was cute because since then, none of Daryl’s road trips didn’t involve you.

    “You know,” you began once Daryl was done relaying his friends’ current adventures, “I’m almost done school...I was thinking...once I’m done...I could come back with you?”

    Daryl nodded. “Another trip? Of course. Just tell me when.”

    You shook your head. “Not another trip like the other ones. I’m talking...more permanent...?”

    “You want to come live with me? He said it like he was still unsure if that was what you meant.

    “I do,” you whispered. “I figured it makes sense ‘cuz all your friends are there--” You were cut off when Daryl pulled you into a loving kiss.

    “I love you so much!” he exclaimed, “Of course you should move in with me! I mean, I keep the place pretty crummy, but that was before I knew you were coming. I’ll hire some lady to clean it...what’re you laughin’ at?” Daryl asked with a smile on his face.

    “You. I’m laughing at you,” you happily admitted before rolling on top of him and continuing the kiss.

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[rubyscarbuncle]

So, in the aftershow talk Anthony laments about season 2 but honestly? I love season 2.

I think season 1 had a lot more clear of an objective, and a lot more clear of a structure, but that’s kind of perfect for the story of season 2 right?

season 2 is a story about being a teen. It’s about all the ups and downs and struggles and heartache and everything about being a teen, it’s about crushes, and emotions, and fathers, and weird mustaches, and it’s about the incredibly gen z/alpha experience of trying to figure out what you can do in a world that feels like it’s doomed by the people before you. It’s a very teen story. It’s very proud of this, and it does it very well, and while I can’t say whether or not it was *intentional* I think the structure and flow of season 2 is perfect for that story.

It starts off with a decently defined structure in school, with a vague but simple enough goal to reach, then you’re thrusted out into the world, having to make big choices for yourself and that’s when it starts to get… Messy. Things aren’t as simple as they used to be, there’s lots of moving pieces, people who are going to be making their own decisions that you can’t really change, there’s a lot of things going on. And it even feels difficult to lean on the people you care about but you do it anyways.

I think season 2 has had some of the best pc to pc emotional character interactions of the entire series and I don’t think you get there without season 2 being structured the way it is. Season 2 being so much more loose and more focused on the players pushing the plot I think purely serves it for the story it ends up telling. I don’t think you get moments like Scary siding with Willy and even while lashing out and eldritch blasting still being hugged by Linc and piled on by everyone to show she’s cared for in a season like season 1. I just don’t think that happens, because I don’t think everything being the way it is and the more almost tv show like structuring of season 1 would allow for that. It had plenty of great emotional moments, but I think the teen nature of it being messier and more impulsive and trying to figure out who you are and where your place in the world is absolutely benefits from a looser structure and goals that are less neatly defined.

The dads have, for the most part, figured themselves out as people even on episode 1 hitting. Sure they all grow and learn and change, but they never stop being those people they are during episode 1, they just become better versions of themselves. Even Glenn. Debatably. (he definitely changed but he might have become a worse person, like he’s a stoner who plays a guitar and says “far out” at the start and by the end is creating big vats of oil to blow up an entire commune and pissing in the sand lying down.) They’re adults, they have their priorities, and they know who they are. We’re in a freaky situation, we’ve been through a lot, let’s get our kids, let’s get tf out, let’s maybe try and fix some things because we’re not totally monsters or anything. Bing bang boom.

The dads have very clear outlines, but the season 2 cast has very strong vibes.

They’re a lot more chaotic, loosely defined, and their outlines are less immediate, but in exchange they are absolutely vibrating with energy and possibility and chaos and all of these interesting dynamics and things that never feel forced because, well, they’re still figuring themselves out! By all rights, they SHOULDN’T have those same defined outlines to their characters that the season 1 cast had.

The entire story is about being messy, and finding your way in life, and I think season 2 does that perfectly, and I think none of the incredible stuff that everyone brings to the table works without Anthony doing what he did and doing the incredible job he did. Good shit king.

[nikkisheep]

That glenn smut was immaculate can u do rick smut/fluff pls??

See You

Rick Grimes x reader

Warnings: Smut, kissing, sex on a car, public sex (kinda), Rick covered in oil, cursing, dirty talk, fluffy ending, praise kink, Sub!Rick, oral (m), rick's hands (omg choke me), no gender decided (m or f), friends to lovers, NOT MY BEST

Summary: Seeing Rick working on his car, the oil on his hands makes you feral and want him deep inside you. And who was Rick to deny you of what you want? Especially when you want to be in control.

Dainty hands work on the motor of his car. His wedding ring shimmers in the sunlight. You walk in the garage to see Rick Grimes, your friend, working under the hood of the car. His muscles ripple under the black short-sleeved button up shirt he is wearing. You watch as his fingers, thick but slender at the same time, wrap around the wench that he is using. You feel a heat in your lower region and you have to mentally slap yourself for it. Rick was your friend.

"Hey can you hand me the 5/8 wench over there from the shelf?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah."

Handing it to him, his fingers graze yours. Grease and oil gets on your clean skin slightly and you nearly moaned at the feeling of the dirty act, yet innocent, because it felt like he did it on purpose. Looking at him with hazed eyes, you watch his teeth bite his lower lip and you whimpered.

"You okay?"

"Who me?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm fine."

"You're just kinda hot when you are dirty," You thought.

"Well, thank you." He laughed.

He looked at you with a smirk and walked to you.

"Thank you sweetness, cause I think you're hot too." He leaned in and captured your lips. His hand came up to your face, holding you in place so he could lick into your mouth. You moan against him and walk him back to the car. Closing the hood, you take charge.

Pushing him against the hood of his car, you palm his growing erection in his jeans. He groaned and quickly kissed you with fever. He wanted you right then, almost as much as you wanted him. Slipping to your knees, getting onto the hard cement, you pull his dick out of his pants. You kiss it. You lick at the base and then drag your tongue all the way up to the tip.

Rick's hips buck into your hips with a hiss when you take him completely. You smile at him and bob your head up and down on him. His hands came to your hair, gripping it tightly as he fucked into your throat. Tears ran down your face, spurring Rick on. He pulls you off him and you get up. He looks at you with a lustful gaze. He leans against the hood and you strip bare.

"Such a pretty dick," You tell him. He moans.

"You like being praised?" He nodded.

"Well, it is a very pretty sight to see you so submissive."

Climbing on top of Rick's body, you kiss his chest once you rip his shirt from his shoulders. Buttons flew across the room as you mark his neck and chest with your love bites. Everyone is gonna know that Rick Grimes is your man.

You press yourself to his cock, pressing him in slightly into the hole that your body allowed him to fit. Pressing him completely inside you, his hips thrust into yours.

"No, I am in charge."

He whines at your walls squeezing him tightly as you moved up and down over him. He felt like he was floating even though anyone could walk into the garage and see what was happening. He had left the door open because it was slightly warm in the room and he didn't want to overheat. Rick grabbed your waist and tried to help your movements but he could barely think with how good you were fucking him.

"My good boy. So pretty."

He twitched inside you and you knew that he was going to cum very soon. You double downed on your thrusts, wanting to get there for both of you. Wanting you to cum together. He moved against you, his hair was flat on his head, his breathing was ragged, his face was flushed, as well as his chest. He looked beautiful like this.

One more push of your body and it sent you both over the edge, the movements never stopped and the pleasure never ended. Rick spilled inside you, painting your walls. You gush everywhere and Rick smiled.

Cleaning up was easy because you both needed a shower. Sadly, Carol saw the looks on your faces and could not stop teasing you.

"Yes, we are together. So what? Let's get back to work," Rick ordered.

"I can't wait until you try to boss me around," You laugh.

"Just you wait until we get home."

[a-really-mediocre-writer]

angel of small death, chapter one

Welcome to my Daryl Dixon slow burn fan fiction, I hope you enjoy!

Summary for entire work: Piper, a 19 year old girl, alongside her 16 year old sister, Dina, are thrust into a dead-infested wasteland of the world they once knew. Having had a difficult home life before turn, will this new world be a sweet release?

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It’s been a month since the day my mother was murdered and so much has changed. Riots broke out on the highway we were stuck on after we all watched in horror as the city was bombed and that was the moment we decided that we needed to get off that highway. Shane and Lori were cautiously speed walking back to their car and as they did so, Shane knocked on the passenger window making myself and Adina jump. He was telling us that they were going to leave, and he was inviting to bring us with him to safety. I nodded to him and said that we would go with him, so we got our bags and left the car, meeting up with Shane, Lori, and her son Carl, as well as meeting Carol, Ed, and Sophia Peltier.

Now, we are all in a larger group of survivors tucked away in a quarry; most of the people I have met since being here are decent and friendly enough, like a young man around my age, Glenn Rhee, who offers his help to everyone around the camp. However, some are…not as great. Ed Peltier is an abusive husband and father, and no one is ever able to forget it with their tent not being soundproof, and Ed having no shame in covering them in bruises.

I’ve managed to make some friends here despite the circumstances- Andrea is the member I have become closest to because of how similar our situations are with having to be the older sister/parent substitute.

There is one however who I can’t quite tell what type of person he is. Daryl Dixon. The younger brother of the loudmouthed bigoted Merle Dixon. Although they are brothers, they are practically polar opposites, in terms of volume at least, with Merle’s mouth spouting off enough for himself and his brother, who for the most part keeps to himself, going hunting on his own to provide for the group and earn his keep. In fact, their hunting is most likely the only reason that Shane, the self-proclaimed leader of the camp, hasn’t put his foot down more and gotten rid of them both.

As a woman in this camp, my jobs are mostly to just to cook and clean, because apparently the end of the world means the reverse of women’s liberation. I don’t mind it though; I mean sure it’s boring but at least me and Dina aren’t dead or putting ourselves on the front line going on runs into the city and getting up close with the dead.

I was tasked with going around the tents and collecting their laundry. Great. Every tent goes by smoothly until I get to the furthest ones from the middle of camp- the Dixons. I approached the area awkwardly trying to figure out if they were nearby or if they had gone hunting, and unlucky for me Merle emerged from the treeline with a few squirrels in hand.

“Wo-ho-hooo there darlin’” I freeze as he addresses me, “Whatcha think ya doin’ snoopin’ ‘round mah shit?” He dramatically waves his hands in the air as he speaks, taking large strides over towards me, “Weren’t tryna steal nothin’ were ya?” He at this point is getting in my face and lowering his voice to try and intimidate me, pushing his body against the basket full of dirty laundry that I was trying to use to put some space between us. “Cuz ya know I can’t let that shit slide, right honey?” As he speaks he keeps pushing himself closer, as I clench my jaw and turn my head to the side so I’m not forced to stare at him, which he doesn’t like one bit. “SPEAK WHEN YER SPOKEN TO!” he suddenly shouts, making me jump as spit sprays at my face.

“Hey! What’s goin’ on back here?” I hear Shane shout as he approaches, seeing Merle still standing in front of me refusing to move. I move my head to look him in the eyes and straightening my back, standing my ground. “Someone needs to put this bitch in’er place,” He says loud enough for Shane and the crowd of onlookers that have gathered around us, “I know what’ll sortcha out, girl.” The second part he leans in towards my ear to say quieter before leaning back to check my face, now full of disgust. He goes to open his mouth again, so I spit at him and push him backwards with the basket, making him trip and stumble over himself from the surprise.

“Do your own damned laundry.” I mutter as I walk away towards the other women already at work by the water.

“You alright?” Shane quietly asks as I walk past him.

“Just fine!” I shout back, not stopping until I’m by the water.

What an asshole.

With Merle feeling emasculated by the whole situation earlier, by the time I get back up to camp he has volunteered to go on a run that some people in the group are going on tomorrow morning, to the dismay of everyone else going with him.

That night I spend staring up at the top of the tent lost in my own thoughts until Dina speaks from the entrance of the tent.

“You alright? You hardly had anything to eat before coming in here.” She asks me whilst zipping up the tent. The truth was that you didn’t want to eat any food brought back by Merle after what had happened that day, especially with him glaring daggers at you from where he was sat eating alone.

“Yeah, just peachy.” I say sarcastically and scoff, sitting up to look over at my sister om the other side of our new home.

“I heard what happened with Merle…such an asshole- I heard ya got him back though” she says the last part with a giggle and we both start laughing.

“Yeah I did, almost sent him flyin’ and landin’ on his ass. Too bad he just tripped.”

Dina snorts, “Yeah well, you’ve made lifelong enemies now with the Dixons, sleep with one eye open or else.”

We both lay down and continue talking quietly to each other like two friends at a sleepover until I hear footsteps outside the tent. I hushed her and slowly got up, quickly opening the tent to catch the culprit, finding a dead squirrel outside the entrance.

“What the…” I say as I pick it up and scan the campsite, not seeing anyone around. Who would do this? Was this Merle apologising? I’m so confused right now… but it’s too late to worry about this, so I go back into the tent and show my sister what I found before we both settle down and go to sleep.

The next morning when I wake up, I get dressed into my cargo pants, a black cami top and boots, then head out to start my day, seeing everyone preparing for the run into town. I make a point to go over to everyone as they are packing supplies and wish them safe travels- that is everyone except Merle Dixon, who right now cannot take his eyes off me, full of hatred and watching my every movement as if he wants to punch me in the face. As I was hugging and saying goodbye to Andrea, he started to make his way over to me, only to be stopped by his brother putting a hand on his shoulder, “C’mon man…” he mutters to him to try and nudge him away from us, and now Andrea and I have shifted our focus to Merle.

“Woah now- I ain’t tryna stir the pot baby brother, jus’ wan’ a hug an’ kiss goodbye of my own from lil miss sunshine over here. Ain’t nice to exclude, missy.” I roll my eyes at him and glance behind him to look at Daryl’s expression, which is one of sheer embarrassment as he avoids eye contact with me and his face flushes.

“Try to not get eaten out there, asshole,” I glared at him, “cuz that would be a damned shame.” I look between them all once more, hugging Andrea one last time before leaving them all, making my way over to Dale who is sat atop his RV.

“Hey, Dale?” I look up at him and get his attention, “Who was on watch last night? Straight after dinner?”

“Uhhm…Not too sure, might’ve been Shane, why what’s up?” He asks with some concern. “Oh alright, was just wondering if you had seen who left the little gift I got last night? Got a squirrel left outside mine and Dina’s tent, is all…” I trail off and glance around the camp trying to spot Shane to interrogate him next. Spotting him chopping some firewood, I say goodbye and thanks to Dale and make my way over to the officer.

“Hey, were you on watch last night…?” I ask him awkwardly, feeling like a nuisance. He glances up at me for a second before going back to chopping wood, having a guilty look on his face. “Yeah, why? Somethin’ happen I don’t know ‘bout?” He chops the wood more aggressively than before- weird, is he hiding something? Sure seems guilty enough…

“Someone left me a squirrel outside my tent last night and I didn’t see who it was…was just wondering if you knew who in case a certain redneck left me poisoned food,” I joke, “You didn’t see anything, right?” He chops one more piece of wood and then leaves the axe in the tree stump, straightening his back and walking over to me.

“Listen here darlin’,” He lowers his voice with an intense look in his eyes, “I ain’t see nothin’ ‘bout no damned squirrel…Ain’t no one gotta know ‘bout me not bein’ on watch last night, so I suggest ya keep it to yerself.”

Woah. What is going on?

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A/N AAAAHHH IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT, i have not written any more of this as of posting this so please lmk what you think!! <3

[klovzk4]

authors note: lmk if i missed any tags, not proofread and not the best considering i wrote this at 3 am 😭 Part 2

Glenn Rhee x afab reader, smut 🍋, gentle dom, praising kink, oral sex, pussy eating, raw sex, mentions of killing walkers. 

You didn’t even care about the walkers anymore, the only thing on your mind was glenn’s soft lips kissing your skin gently as he turned you around and slowly removed your shirt, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra “fuck…” he muttered as he started licking and nibbling softly on your left nipple while playing with the other. You couldn’t help yourself from moaning as he slowly kissed lower, and lower eventually dropping to his knees, looking up at you with those adorable dark brown eyes of his “can i?” he asked softly as he gently tugged on the waistband of your pants as you nodded. He was quick to remove your pants, revealing your gray laced panties with a small cute bow at the front. He placed gentle kisses on your thighs as he lifted you up, making you sit on the edge of the table with your legs on his shoulders. He looked up at you as he slowly removed your panties “Already so wet f’me?” he said softly, before placing a kiss on your clit and going all in. Even though you had one of your hands over your mouth, it still couldn’t conceal how loud your moans were, your eyes rolled to the back if your head as his tongue lapped at your cunt going into your hole once in a while, while also going in circles on your clit “taste s’good..” you could hear his muffled praising from between your legs but to be honest you were far to horny to focus on what he was saying. As you felt yourself coming closer to your orgasm glenn removed his mouth from your cunt, leaving you whimpering for more “i need you” he said softly “s’that okay with you?” he asked, making sure you were comfortable “Mhm~, Please, fuck me…” you said, needy as ever. Chuckling a bit glenn started removing his pants, revealing his black boxers which were soon removed too revealing his cock. It was a little over average size with a bit of pre cum at the tip which was a lighter shade of crimson red, looking like it was ready to explode any moment now. “you ready?” he asked softly, looking down at you as he lined his cock up with your pussy “please glenn~” you whimpered softly and before you could even muster out another word he had already slammed himself into you, forcing a soft groan from him and a rather loud one from you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his cock as deep as possible into your cunt as he thrusted into it, his left hand being beside you on the table and his right hand being wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as he slammed his cock deep into your needy cunt. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him into a deep kiss as you feel your orgasm approaching “m’so close” you mustered out “ah-cum for me baby” he said, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and rushed as his orgasm was also approaching “ffuuck!” you yell out as you cum on his cock. Glenn hooked your legs over his arms as he held you and finally came deep inside you. Glenn gently laid you down onto the table and got out a cloth, washing your legs gently and putting your clothes on you before kissing your forehead softly as you tipped off to sleep.