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baddiecarl · 8 months

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

Inexperienced sub!Carl Grimes x Soft dom!Reader

Little Bunny

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

Everyone is 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THAT’S IT!

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

“Yeah?”

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

*After chilling in bed for a bit*

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

Now you understand.

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

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

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

#carl grimes #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #my work #carl grimes fanfic #carl grimes smut #Carl Grimes x Reader little bunny #18+ post #Sub! Carl Grimes

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darylsdelts · 2 months

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Hi, how are you?? Would it be alright to request a drabble where Daryl and his partner keep trying to have some alone time between their jobs in the Commonwealth but keep getting interrupted by Judith, RJ and Dog? And when things get hot and heavy at night, one of the kids has a nightmare and wants to sleep in their bed?

Thank you and take care lovely <3

DarylxFem!Reader

warnings: p in v, poorly written smut.

this is something I think about a lot, tysm for the request!!

You’d settled into the commonwealth now. In the beginning, it was difficult, you had grown so accustomed to hilltop and being surrounded by people you already knew, and most of all, you were used to being with Daryl all the time.

Things were different now, Daryl had some big important job that didn’t leave him much alone time, he was surrounded by dumbasses all the time and if you knew Daryl then you knew how much he struggled to push through the days sometimes.

You’re job wasn’t as big as Daryl’s but it was important to you because it helped you feel like part of the community. You worked in the ice cream truck and you loved it, it wasn’t a demanding job, it was simply just scooping ice cream and seeing the smiles on the kids faces when you handed it to them. Daryl had described it as ‘the perfect job for you’. He knew you were capable of so much more but he also knew that his girl deserved a break and he’d be damned if he took your little ice cream job away from you, there was no need to overexert yourself now you were here, so he was just glad you were enjoying yourself, even if he didn’t particularly have the best time at his own job.

You were the one to pick the kids up from school whilst Daryl was the one who ushered the two Grimes’ to get ready quickly in the mornings, since he had to get up early anyways. Daryl rarely got any days off and it was showing, he was becoming short with people, not being hurtful or rude but he was just exhausted and quite frankly just wanted to sleep as soon as he got home which left very little time for the two of you but you understood.

One morning, you woke up from Daryl planting a soft kiss on your forehead. Opening your eyes and staring at him, you were confused. He wasn’t in his gear or in his black attire, he was just wearing his worn black jeans and button down with his leather vest.

“Mornin’, darlin’” he swiped some hair off your face.

Your eyebrows furrow, “why aren’t you- why are you still here?”

Daryl scoffed with a smirk.

“Ouch…” he chuckles, “ain’t got work today, gotta day off to spend wit’ ya”

Instantly, a grin took over your face, reaching your arms out to your partner which he gladly took in his calloused hands and pulled you to sit upright.

“Want ya to get ready… gon’ be just me n you today, okay?”.

God, you love him so much!

“Okay…” you reply with a soft giggle.

Halfway through your shower, you feel a sudden surge of panic.

You rush out of the bathroom to find Daryl sat at the small table in the kitchen area.

“Daryl! Where are the kids?! It’s the weekend!”

Daryl looks up at you and nearly chokes on the water in his mouth when he sees you stood stark naked.

Then he stifles laughter.

“Christ girl… they’re with Carol. Ya really think id just lose em?” He raises his eyebrows and can’t help his eyes from darting between your chest and your face.

“Get back in the damn shower, been in there long enough anyways… hurry up”.

Ten minutes later, you’re dressed and ready to go… wherever Daryl plans on taking you.

Just as you leave the apartment complex, Daryl almost bumps straight into Carol, who was coming the opposite way with RJ in tow, looking teary-eyed.

“Daryl… I’m sorry, I know you had… plans, but RJ’s not feeling so hot and he just keeps asking for you”.

As RJ lets go of Carol’s hand and quickly latches on to Daryl’s, you can hear Daryl sigh.

“Nah… s’alrigh’… thanks Carol”, Daryl ruffles RJ’s hair and then turns back towards the apartment complex, walking in without another word.

Lord knows he’s pissed off, not at RJ, but just at the world but… what’s new?

Once inside, you tell Daryl to go sit down whilst you deal with RJ, tucking him in and giving him some medicine. After he’s all snuggled, you tell him to shout if he needs anything and then you shut the door, making your way to Daryl.

He’s sat in the same chair as earlier, he looks up at you as you stand beside him.

Cupping his face, you lean down to kiss his cheek, “its okay, we can still spend time together inside…”

Daryl forces a smile and nods, you’re always the positive one and he loves you for that but he wanted to do something nice with you today.

You spend the rest of the day taking care of RJ and playing a real old, shitty board game with Daryl (who doesn’t play by the rules) until Judith came home from being Carol’s care all day.

You and Daryl do your job as make shift parents, getting the kids to bed and then the two of you go to bed together. Daryl holds you protectively against his chest and you can sense he’s upset with how the day panned out. And, just to top it off, dog decided to bark at a bird through the window at one AM, causing the entire family to wake up. You offer to be the one to get up, close the damn curtains and get the kids settled again but Daryl being Daryl, is stubborn as hell.

“Shhh... Just go back to sleep, I got it”

You groan inwardly, knowing that your man will be grouchy the next morning.

And boy were you right.

Not being able to treat you to a nice day was pissing Daryl off to high heavens, but that mixed with three hours sleep after having to get two children back to sleep and a dog to stop barking, was a recipe for disaster.

Your man was running himself into the ground and you knew that if you didn’t do something soon, he’d get overwhelmed and most likely have some sort of mental break down. There’s only so much the great loverboy Daryl Dixon can take!

A few days later, you’d managed to work your magic.

Daryl had the afternoon off and the kids both had sleepovers to attend.

And so did you and Daryl.

Daryl got off from work at two, bursting through the door and practically ripping his gear off. He was stressed.

As soon as he sees you, he walks over to you but just stands in front of you, no advances.

As you look over his face, you notice he looks about ready to cry, so you squeeze his biceps then rub his shoulders, reaching up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.

His strong hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer, deepening the kiss. He starts to guide you backwards until the back of your knees hit the mattress and your fall onto your back.

Daryl practically growls, he’s HUNGRY and it visible in his eyes.

He lifts you to the centre of the mattress, leaning over you and kissing at your neck, sucking and nibbling as you emit desperate whimpers, you’re both just as needy as each other.

Daryl wants to kiss every part of you but he’s already painfully hard in the confines of his trousers and he’s so fucking pent up he’s afraid that if he keeps up the foreplay, he won’t last much longer.

Standing on his knees, he undoes his pants, pulling them down swiftly, along with his boxers, his impressive length springing free, his tip producing a fat bead of precum.

“Bend over.” Is all he says.

You do as you’re told, of course, getting onto your hands and knees, arching your back and pushing your ass out for your man.

Grabbing the skirt of your dress, he pushes it up to your shoulder blades, making sure its out the way.

He spreads your soft ass cheeks with his calloused hands, running his thumb over the wet spot on your panties.

“Such a good, fucking girl fer me, aint ya?”

You whine as a reply and then he’s pulling your panties to the side, running his thumb through your wet slit then stopping to massage at your clit.

“Please…”, you whimper out.

His hand leaves your pussy, gripping at the base of his cock and guiding it to your folds, pushing in without another warning.

“Fu-uuck… so fucking tight y/n…”

Daryl holds your hips in a grip like a vice, pounding into you from behind whilst he grunts with each thrust. He leans down to kiss your back, his hands leaving your hips to slide up the front of your dress, squeeing your tits.

Daryl’s grunts turn into whimpers as he gets close, but then you both hear the front door open, followed my a chirp voice.

“Uncle Daryl, Aunt y/n…?” Judith’s steps can be heard coming towards the bedroom as she searches for the both of you.

“Ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me”, Daryl quickly pulls out, throwing a blanket over you and then roughly pulling up his pants.

“Aye, Jude just- just wait out there, kid!”

So she does, and when Daryl exits the room he’s met with a knowingly raised eyebrow.

“Don’t gimme that, ya ain’t s’posed to be ‘ere”

“I had a nightmare… I wanted to come home”

Daryl expression softens.

“Ya walked back here by yerself, in the dark?”

Judith nods, clearly a little shaken. “Can I sleep in your guys’ bed? Please?”

Daryl sighs but ultimately gives in, making sure you’re decent before leading Jude in.

Daryl was not happy that Judith had walked home by herself in the dark, not telling the adults she was with, but he was less happy about the fact he left you hanging.

But that would have to be solved another time, now Daryl had lost all horniness… almost being walked in on by your ‘kid’ does that to a man, specially when the plant themselves right in the middle of you and your girl.

Judith fell asleep pretty fast between the two of you.

You reached across the sleeping child to squeeze Daryl’s hand, whispering a meaningful “I love you”.

Sure, Daryl was a little down that he couldn’t love on his girl like he wanted to but boy was he lucky, and he was smart enough to see that. He was grateful for his little family, so he returned the gesture.

“Love ya too, baby”

“Ssssshhh!”

You and Daryl scoffed at Judith’s demand, but followed suit, falling asleep eventually.

God this felt so rushed! Alsooooo I struggle so much with tense so I’m sorry about that lmfao.

#daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #norman reedus #daryl dixon smut #daryl smut #twd smut

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jaidens · 8 months

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omg wait bradley introducing his gf to his parents (obvs in an au where goosie poo and carol arent dead <33a0 PLS AND TYSM ML <3333333333333333333333333333

there ain't a thing a man can do she'll only love you for you

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : nothing!

a/n [s] : dal lives for requesting brad [requests are open!]

“Brad,” You say above the music that plays on the radio. “I’m worried. Who says they'll like me? I mean, these are your parents.”

Bradley looks over to you, hand stopping the tapping movement on your thigh. His Ray-Bans cover his eyes, but you can tell he's looking at you. “Baby, just be yourself. My mom said she's tired of hearing the stories about you, and how ‘wonderful’ you already seem. I promise it will be fine.”

When the large, suburban Bradshaw home comes in your sight, you feel the pit in your stomach start to fill with worry. “Are you ready?” Bradley asks.

You nod and he shuts the engine off and gets out of the car, and you follow slightly after and grab your purse and phone. There are about fifteen cars parked in the driveway and on the edge of the road, as well as in the grass. You knew it was a family reunion, but not this big of a reunion. You connect your hands with Bradley’s and scoot closer to him.

He takes you up the stairs and knocks on the door. There are some small Halloween and fall decorations on the wrap around porch on each pole. You're zoned out on the porch decor when you hear it. “Bradley! Hello honey!” An older woman's voice captures your attention and you give her a large smile.

She has Bradley in her arms before she takes you in. “Oh, you must be Y/N! You are so beautiful. You are just the sweetest! Come inside!” Her hand pushes you both in and you look around at everyone mingling, children running around, and right in the middle of everything stands Nick Bradshaw.

“Here, why don't you come and meet my dumb husband Nick. Now, we have both been dying to meet you. Bradley never seems to shut his mouth about you, I already love you from what he's told me.” Carole is practically dragging you too, and Bradley shrugs his shoulders and follows after his mother.

“Bradley! There's my boy!” A loud obnoxious shout fills your ears. You smile when Nick hugs Bradley in his arms, and shakes him around. He looks almost identical to Bradley, with thinner hair and the fact he was greying. “And you must be?” He turns and lets go of him, and shakes your hand.

“Y/N. I’m Bradley’s girlfriend.” When you say it, he shouts a yell and kicks his feet around. You can't tell how a man in his sixties can somehow do all of this, but you're smiling and laughing.

“Oh! You are one pretty catch! It is really nice to meet you!” Nick puts his arm around Carole and tugs her into his chest. She hits it playfully and lets Nick kiss her.

“Isn’t she just beautiful?”

“Bradley has good taste, just like his father.” Nick jokes and Bradley laughs. The atmosphere is warm and the worries start to disappear. Bradley stays close to you and he interacts with cousins, aunts, uncles, and others.

—

“I told you it would be fine.” Bradley told you later, handing you a water as you flipped through old baby pictures and other pictures from his childhood. He sits down next to you and covers an embarrassing picture with his hand. You look up and smile at him, and he kisses you on the tip of your nose and travels to your lips with soft pecks.

“I know. I've also been invited to brunch with your mom.”

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allyheart707 · 2 months

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*walks into Room /w the turtles* me: I come baring gifts!!

*walks up to Donnie* “I got you noise canceling headphones and a weighted blanket! I.. I tried my best to get you a book, but they wouldn’t let me.” I kneel down and whisper “you’re doing great. I know it’s a scary situation and there a lot happening right now, but I believe in you. I’m so proud of how well you’ve been handling this change. Please remember it’s ok to be different and feel big emotions or no emotions at all. Don’t let anyone down you for who you are.”

*walks up to Leo* “I got you a wooden-play sword (for some reason that was ok for me to give you-) and a unicorn plush!” I whisper “you’re going to be just fine. Just know that you’re enough. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I’m so so SO proud of you. You’re the best fighter I’ve ever seen, you’re amazing! I adore your fighting skills. You’re not worthless. You shouldn’t have to earn people’s love. You’re deserving of all the love in the world.”

*walks up to mikey* “I got you finger paints and glitter!” I whisper “thank you for helping people. Your heart is so so big and beautiful!” *hug*

*walks up to Raph* “and last but never least, I got you a heart-shaped pillow and a friendship bracelet!” I whisper “you can do it. I love your kindness. I appreciate your want to help. You’re doing a great job bringing people and yourself together. Thank you for looking out for your brothers. Don’t worry too much big man.” *hug*

I would have drawn this all, but I’m in a motivation burn out rn :,) At least I was able to draw the gifts :D!

You are totally fine not being able to draw everything- I super get it! I also didn't end up drawing a lot for your response- but hopefully you still like it! It's more my retelling of events rather than continuing the story? Also- sorry in advance for how long it got, I was just very excited about all the adorable words you told each of them and how they would respond to it ;v;

Your ask was such a joy to read- tysm for sending it! :DD

Donnie stares at the large assortment of items in the person's hands, wondering which were for him, and for some of them.... what they even were. The human comes to him first and he tenses, confused as the stranger kneels down to his level. Odd, but Carol does it enough that he isn't completely lost.

“I got you noise canceling headphones and a weighted blanket! I.. I tried my best to get you a book, but they wouldn’t let me.” He stares at the items offered for a moment, then takes them with a small nod. He doesn't really know how to feel about them yet.

He holds the blanket that was covered in small glittering stars in his hands, the weight oddly comforting- Like when his brother hugs him, or the times he would hide under their bean bag. It was familiar. And, after inspecting the other grey object in his hand and connecting it to the words she spoke about "noise canceling", he assumes the soft cushions were meant for his ears. He slowly tested them out- pressing one against his right ear. Determining the effect wasn't painful or uncomfortable, he slid them all the way on.

The sound of Raph and Heishis whispered conversation, of Mikey's excited squealing, and of the humming of the vents was suddenly dulled.

It was.... nice.

He knew he should thank the person, he should be as excited as Mikey who was still squealing by her side.. but he didn't know the human. With the new room, his new "brothers", and everything else that had been happening.... he couldn't bring himself to force a smile or even muster a thank you, though he knew he should.

“you’re doing great. I know it’s a scary situation and there a lot happening right now, but I believe in you. I’m so proud of how well you’ve been handling this change. Please remember it’s ok to be different and feel big emotions or no emotions at all. Don’t let anyone down you for who you are.” She whispers to him.

He still didn't want to talk to the new lady, or smile at her, or thank her. But now he felt a swell of relief flood through him, because that was okay. So, he took the gifts with another nod and found his way to the corner of the room, watching with silent awe as she began to pass out the rest of the gifts.

Heishi watches tensely as the enemy first approaches Donnie, claiming that they had gifts for them. Right, like he would fall for that. This was clearly some scheme to lower their guard- but he was a warrior, not some child who could be so easily swayed.

He noted as Donnie made his way to the corner, blanket and headphones in hand. That left the strange viles, the sword (it was wooden, but with enough force maybe he could.... hmmm no, not yet. Not while still stuck in a locked room...), and a few other softer objects that he couldn't quite make out.

Then, it was with dread he realized that the enemy was approaching him next. His shoulders raised and he showed his teeth, hoping to scare her off. Thankfully, it seemed to work as she stopped a few feet away, bending down and offering the sword to him

“I got you a wooden-play sword (for some reason that was ok for me to give you-) and a unicorn plush!”

... Why would she give him a sword of any kind? UGH! Was he really that unthreatening? Was he really so bad at his one purpose that they would mock him by giving him weapons knowing they could beat him?!

... well he would show HER! He will take that silly play sword and-

“you’re going to be just fine. Just know that you’re enough. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I’m so so SO proud of you. You’re the best fighter I’ve ever seen, you’re amazing! I adore your fighting skills. You’re not worthless. You shouldn’t have to earn people’s love. You’re deserving of all the love in the world.”

... well, now it didn't really feel like she was mocking him- maybe she was just crazy.

"Yeah... well, I am the bestest warrior... I don't gotta earn anyone's love, cuz I'm... I'm just that cool. Heh." He stammers, rushing to grab the sword and the other item he hadn't really noticed before.

When he got a safe distance from the enemy, he wasn't exactly sure why he turned his back to the enemy but he just.... couldn't face her. His whole chest felt warm and oozy in a way he wasn't sure was normal.

He shook his head and focused back on the items in his hand.

The sword...

and...

Mikey was bouncing on his feet as he followed the new scientist around the new room. She was so nice- he hoped she would stay forever and ever! Maybe she could convince the scientist to let Carol come back and they could all play together? He squeaked again a the thought.

“I got you finger paints and glitter!” It took a moment for Mikey to realize she was talking to him, to absorbed in his daydreams of introducing her to Carol and George.

He claps his hands together and looks up at the sparkly tubes and jars of color that she held out for him. It felt like Christmas all over again!!

“thank you for helping people. Your heart is so so big and beautiful!”

He was hugging her before she could even finish the sentence, and he couldn't help but chirp with glee as she hugged back!

"Thank you! Ohmigosh!" He pulled away after a moment, taking the jars from her hands and spreading them out around him on the boring brown floor.

After a few moments of struggling against the lids, the vibrant colored jars were now open. He let out a mischievous giggle that turned into a cackle as he made up his mind:

These floors were not going to be boring brown any longer-

Raph stood awkwardly at the table, watching as one by one his brothers were distracted by the humans gifts. Finally, she turned to him.

“and last but never least, I got you a heart-shaped pillow and a friendship bracelet!”

His tail lightly twitched behind him, unsure if he should be excited or nervous. Pops told him that humans were dangerous to mutants like him but... this one seemed okay... maybe if he asked her nice enough she would take him home?

...no, no... he couldn't tell her where his home was. Dad said he could never, ever, EVER tell anyone where they lived.

But... then how would he get home? He frowned.

“you can do it. I love your kindness. I appreciate your want to help. You’re doing a great job bringing people and yourself together. Thank you for looking out for your brothers. Don’t worry too much big man.” She ended her small speech with a hug, which he melted into.

Yeah. I'm Raph, their big brother.

He had gotten this far, had found his brothers, had brought them together- even when pops said he that it wasn't possible!

And, now he just had to bust them all out of here!!

He smiled at his new friend, and gave her a toothy grin.

Raph was going to be the best big brother they ever had!

#ally asks #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #little subjects au #turtle tots #rottmnt seperated au #little subjects 1000 #ally writes #ally art

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headkiss · 1 year

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steve valentines day idea… reader seeing couples and valentines stuff everywhere and it making them super sad and annoyed coz no one’s ever done anything for them b4 and on val day they just leave school crying bcz lonely 😔 but friend steve (who we r crushing on) sees and such.. tysm 🕺🏻

hiii tysm for requesting!!! happy valentines 💗💗 | 0.5k of fluff

You have something against whoever invented Valentine’s Day.

Why do couples need a day to rub their happiness in everyone’s faces? They already do that enough on a normal day, you think.

So, maybe you’re lonely, and maybe you’re tired of seeing the couples around school be all cute when you feel like you’ll never find that for yourself. Maybe you hate this day because it reminds you of what you don’t have.

Maybe you think of Steve, your absolute best friend who will never see you as anything more than that.

The two of you became close after he (thankfully) dropped Carol and Tommy and started acting the way he would’ve without their influence. He sat with you at lunch when he didn’t have anyone else, and then, suddenly, you were impossibly close.

You’re not even sure when you started to have feelings for him, the fall so long and so unavoidable that it feels like it’s always been this way. You, in love with a boy who loves you in a completely different way.

At least, that’s what you’ve convinced yourself.

Your last straw of the day is the sight of a freshman asking out his crush with a disgusting, sweet sign and a very enthusiastic yes in return. It’s embarrassing, how your eyes water.

You rush out the doors and head to the parking lot, sniffling and pressing your palms into your eyes to push the tears away.

Steve notices. His gaze always drifts to you when you’re around, and he’d seen your face when you saw the couple, the way you speedwalked outside. Following you wasn’t even a question.

“Hey, hey,” he catches up to you and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “What’s going on?”

You shake your head and blink hard, “I fucking hate Valentine’s Day.”

You aren’t letting yourself cry fully, but Steve can see the tears shining in your eyes when you turn to face him. His heart pinches in his chest. He never wants to see you upset.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid, I’ll be fine.”

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“It’s just- do you ever worry that you’ll never find your person?”

No, he wants to say. No, he doesn’t worry because he’s found them and you’re standing right in front of him. He loves you, he just has no idea how to say it.

Still, his eyes are on you, unwavering, when he says, “sometimes.”

“I’m tired of being alone, you know? I know it’s dramatic, but today just makes it all worse, I guess.”

“It’s not dramatic if it makes you upset, okay?” He pulls you into a hug, his arms around your shoulders, your cheek against his chest. “We can hate Valentine’s together, if you want? We’ll watch horror instead of romance, eat regular-shaped chocolates.”

Your arms squeeze tighter around his waist. “You’d do that with me?”

“I’d do anything you wanted.”

He doesn’t think his feelings could be anymore obvious, you don’t think yours could ever be reciprocated. You don’t seem to notice that when people call you two a couple, Steve never corrects them.

“You mean it?” You mumble into his sweater.

Steve moves his hands to grasp your cheeks and tilt your head up. He leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah, I mean it.”

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dreamsofalife · 21 days

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PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !

alias / name : Cryptie

birthday : August 6th

zodiac sign : Leo representation!!!

height : 5'3

hobbies : Writing, reading, art, I also like running and going on walks and collecting things

favorite color : teal and dark green

favorite book : Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

last film / show : Ep 8 of The Maxx miniseries

inspiration : Folklore, tropes, music and musical theater, classic literature

story behind url : Dreams of a Life was the name of a documentary about a woman named Joyce Carol Vincent. She passed away in her apartment and wasn't discovered for seven years. The title really stuck with me, and when I saw that it wasn't taken, I used it. I can't bear parting with it.

fun fact about me : I'm...Honestly not all that interesting. I'm considering making a youtube channel where I read fairytales and children's stories out loud so I can practice storytelling.

tagged by: @dimensionalspades ((TYSM!!!))

tagging: ALL OF YOU!!!

#you'll hear the blacktop calling your name (dash games)#THANK YOU!!!

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viagoh · 11 months

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the story so far!! (or: an updated timeline of my st fics bc they're all in the same au anyway)

please check tags on ao3 before reading! tysm <333

Something to Talk About (steve, tommy and carol friendship / pre-series, 1983 / 8,925 words)

The gurgling of jets, the buzz of the pool heater. It all amounted to silence. Carol couldn’t stand silence. It made her skin crawl. Only aggravating her discomfort now was the fact that this was Steve, who—whether at his own expense or about someone who deserved it—always had a joke up his sleeve. He’d never allow a silence to last. He’d never be the one to cause it.

Bad Days, Good Days (steddie / post-s4, 1986 / 3,602 words)

The sky was impossibly dark the day they lost him. It wasn’t their sky at all. It wasn’t a goodbye when he called out: Hey, Steve? And wasn’t there a silence? And didn’t it last? He finds his hand and holds tight. There’s a name for this.

Noise (steddie / post-series, 2023 / 4,522 words)

Smiling to himself, Steve hums along to the radio. Then he steals another glimpse, the silvery sunlight on Eddie’s face as he watches through his window. He doesn’t want to move on from this part. If it weren’t for the stretch of trees along the highway reminding him that they’re back—that time moves forward, that it’s already replaced the motels and the diners they once used as landmarks—he could probably lie to himself a while longer.

No Stranger Am I (steddie / post-series, 2024 / 8,000+ words)

He always liked the mornings best. When he was a child, he liked to get an early start on his Saturdays, waking with the glorious noise of garage doors closing. Freedom. He liked knowing that there would be cartoons on TV and that his best friend, Tommy, was a short bike ride away. When he was out of school, he liked driving Robin to class, to work, and trying to catch American Top 40 so they could holler and screech along. When he moved in with Eddie, he liked—likes—that even the sound of his breath was known to him. It’s different when he’s sleeping, when he’s happy, when he’s singing for Steve’s ears only, when he’s singing for a crowd of strangers, and he can tell. He likes it when the morning brings a calmness to that sound, and he likes that it reminds him of forever.

#and thank you for reading :')!!!!#st #writing

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sourdejavu · 5 months

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eight questions for nine people! Tagged by @captain-marveloustime ! Tysm for the tag.

last song i listened to: Cold, Cold, Cold by Cage The Elephant

favorite color: Purple

last tv show or movie i watched: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes!

currently watching: X-Men: The Animated Series

relationship status: 😶

sweet, savory, or spicy: Sweet

current obsession: The Marvels, marvel comics, and The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

last thing i googled: "Onslaught design marvel”

tagging: @auxilioooo @themarysuep @kyber-infinitygems @femmeetart @karioke13 @cometmedalchavez @carols-photonblast @allyouwantedwassweetnothing @novastarambeau

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dannystheone · 1 year

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hi!! i’ve been loving all of your south park content!! i love ur writing style sm 💗 i hope it’s okay if i request a lee kenny drabble! maybe stan and kyle are trying to get him to do something for them, and have to use tickling to convince him! feel free to reject this, no worries if you do!! tysm, i hope you have a good day!! 💗💗

Oh of course! I love this idea aaaa it's been on my mind since you requested it I love lee Kenny *-*

WARNING: KIDS SWEARING

Do Us A Solid, Kenny! (Lee Kenny/ Ler Stan and Kyle)

Stan and Kyle visit Kenny's house to try and convince him to be a part of their Science Fair project. When Kenny's price is too steep for the boys, they have to think of another way to convince Kenny.

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"Kenny, your little friends are here to see you." Kenny's mom, Carol, knocked on the boy's door and allowed his friends into his bedroom. Kenny looked up from his action figures on the carpet and waved to his friends.

Stan and Kyle stepped over Kenny's toys and lewd magazines. "You boys play nice now." Carol closed Kenny's door behind her.

"Omph, hi guymphs." Kenny picked himself off the floor and went to visit Stan and Kyle.

"Hey Kenny." Kyle waved.

"Sup dude. Hey Kenny, we got a favor to ask." Stan addressed. Kenny shrugged and sat on his bed.

"Whumph umph guymphs?" Kenny asked behind his hood. Stan and Kyle exchanged a glance before they spread their hands in explanation.

"You see Kenny, me and Kyle paired up to do our science project together for Misses Garrison's class. Our project is on the study of anatomy." Stan explained. Kenny nodded along.

"...Well, Cartman was supposed to be our test dummy for the project, but he had to travel unexpectedly. So we came to you to ask!" Kyle smiled while he said this, with Stan looking a little uneasy.

"Amph me wumph?" Kenny shrugged.

"Our project is on the digestive system, so we'd need you to wear this shirt-" Stan pulled out a white T-shirt with a hand-drawn diagram of the digestive system on the front. "-while we explain the different organs that make up the system. We also have a cardboard cutout with information on it, and some other gay shit like that, whatever. Can you do it?" Stan asked.

Kenny narrowed his eyes while he thought.

"Mm, omphay. I'll do it." Kenny shrugged. Stan and Kyle shouted and high-fived each other.

"Yes! Thank you, Kenny! You're a lifesaver!" Kyle held Kenny's shoulders while he grinned wide.

"The Science Fair is this Saturday. We can pick you up if you-"

"Mm! Waimt a minumte!" Kenny's eyes furrowed. Kyle and Stan looked at each other before looking at Kenny.

"What's wrong dude?" Stan asked.

"Imph it's om Samurmay I meed momey. 300 bumcks." The boys mouths went agape at this.

"Dude- what?! 300 bucks, we don't have that kind of money!" Kyle exclaimed. Stan sat down on Kenny's bed and looked directly at Kenny.

"Dude come on Kenny there's gotta be something else we can do. It's one Saturday for like three hours, we gotta give up our Saturday too! Look, after we do the project, we can get pizza and play video games and hang out without Cartman!" Stan tried convincing Kenny.

"Yeah man, it'll be cool! And we can watch the new Terrance and Phillip! Without Cartman! That's like the best part!" Despite Kyle's words, Kenny shook his head at the offer.

"Mm-mm. 300 bumcks. I'll do the promject." Kenny crossed his arms defiantly. Kyle and Stan slumped their shoulders in dejection.

"Dude what are we gonna do? Kenny was the only kid aside from Cartman not already involved in the Science Fair!" Stan groaned. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose to try and stave off a headache.

"Kenny come on, do the project for free. You owe us anyway." Kyle's hand splayed. Kenny's eyebrows knitted themselves in confusion.

"Owme youm form whamt?? I do everymthimg form youm guymphs! If amythimg, youm owme me! 350 bumcks!" Kenny refuted angrily.

"What?! Dude don't raise the price that's a dick move!" Stan shouted, standing up from Kenny's bed.

"Kenny don't make us convince you to do the fucking project. Just do it 'cause you're our friend." Kyle crossed his arms in frustration. That made Kenny pause.

"...Howm arm youm gonma comvime me?" Kenny asked curiously. Stan and Kyle exchanged glances once more. Stan grabbed Kyle's arm and swung him to turn their backs on Kenny to discuss amongst themselves in hushed whispers. It sounded like Stan had a good idea when Kyle excitedly agreed with him before the two turned back to Kenny, all business.

"Kenny, last chance. Do the project with us for free on Saturday and we can hang out afterward. Otherwise, we'll have to use drastic measures." Stan and Kyle's faces were blank as stone. Kenny resumed his tough guy act. He crossed his arms and turned his head away.

"Fumck no." Kenny replied. Stan and Kyle looked at each other with lidded eyes before suddenly pouncing on Kenny; tackling him on the bed. Kenny's eyes widened as he kicked his legs out wildly.

"Mmph! Whumph the fumck?!" Stan had himself wrapped around Kenny's left arm and Kyle wrapped around his right. Kenny's legs were free to kick out at random.

"Sorry Kenny, but we need you at that Science Fair! And if we can't have you do it for free, we're gonna have to force you to do it!" Kyle shouted, before sneaking his hand underneath Kenny's orange jacket and scribbling his fingers in his tummy.

"MMPH!! Sthmhmhmhmm!" Kenny giggled behind his hood, his eyes squeezed shut. Kenny pulled on his arms and bucked his hips to try and throw Kyle's hand off his belly.

"Come on Kenny! Say you'll do the Science Fair!" Stan exclaimed. He wrenched Kenny's arm away from his side to shove his hand in Kenny's side.

"Mmm-mhmhmhm! I meheheheed momey!" Kenny's eyes squinted in his giggles. Kyle's hand snuck higher to Kenny's ribs, which made him squeal.

"Aw dude, I can feel your ribs! Sick!" Kyle remarked. It was easy to ladder his fingers between every rib space and vibrate his hand in a ticklish way.

"Sounds like you need that pizza, huh Ken? You could have it for free if you say yes to the fair!" Stan tried to persuade Kenny, accenting his words with squishes to Kenny's side.

Kenny's orange jacket made shuffling sounds as he shifted all over his threadbare mattress. His lewd magazines that littered his bed fell to the floor.

"Guyms sthmhmhmp! I cahahahamn't dohohohom thahahat!" Kenny's muffled laughter huffed behind his hood. Kyle grew a bit aggravated as he moved his hand back to Kenny's tummy and delivered spastic jolts to his midsection.

"MMPH!! Kyhyhyhyhyle nohmhmhmhm!" Kenny's hands clenched in Stan and Kyle's grip. Stan was having trouble navigating Kenny's ticklish spots with his hand still above his jacket, so he started going for spots where the jacket was thinner.

"Why do you need the money so bad Kenny? If you say it's for magazines, I'm gonna get your hips." Kyle threatened. Kenny's eyes flew open as he shook his head quickly.

"Mm-mm! Mm-mm! I meed it form my simster!" He admitted. Kyle and Stan's hands stilled for a moment.

"For your sister? Dude screw her, you'll get money later. We gotta do this fair-" Stan started, but Kyle shot him a look. Kyle removed his hand from under Kenny's jacket.

"What's up with your sister, dude?" Kyle asked. Stan rolled his eyes and took his hands away as well. Kenny sat up on his bed and held his own hands.

"Welm, it's herm birthmday nemxt weemk...amnd I wamnted tom get herm a premsent. Thamt's why I meed 400 dollarms form the Sciemnce Fairm-" Kenny explained, but Kyle made a scoffing sound.

"Wait a minute?! It's 400 dollars now?!" Kenny started giggling earnestly behind his hood and hiding his face with his hands.

"You fucking!-" Stan growled and started grabbing Kenny's sides. Kenny burst out laughing from the unexpected attack; his arms clamping to his sides and his knee jerking up out of reaction.

"Nohohohom Stahahahan!" Kenny shifted to Kyle's side, but Kyle pressed his fingers in Kenny's thigh. Kyle found a shredded hole in Kenny's jeans and started squeezing the bare skin of his thigh.

"You better start lowering that price dude! The fuck kinda present takes 400 dollars to pay for?!" Kenny snickered behind his hoodie and tried to push Kyle's hands away.

"Hmhmhmhm! I dohohohomn't knohohohow!" Kenny wriggled all over the bed as both Stan and Kyle's fingers pressed and prodded his skin.

"So you don't even know why you're asking for so much money, you're just dicking with us." Stan asked in a monotone voice as his fingers tazed Kenny's ribs. Kenny started belly laughing as he couldn't properly defend himself; his head knocking back with his newfound laughter. His hood fell off his head, his blonde hair poofing out along with his unmuffled laughter.

"Guy-Guhuhuys! Seheheheriously! Gehehet off!" Kenny's hair fell over his eyes as Stan and Kyle targeted his ribs and his thighs.

"You gonna do the Science Fair, Ken? We can do this all day!" Stan reached upwards and started spidering the back of Kenny's neck. The skin was warm from all his laughing in his oversized jacket. Kenny cringed and ducked his head to the side.

"If you pahahahay mehehehe!! Ihihihihit's 450 dohohollars!" Kenny shouted, his smile wide and bright. A bandaid on the bridge of his nose crinkled with his laughter. Kyle made an offended sound.

"Alright dude, that's enough! Now you're just fucking with us!" Kyle slipped his hands underneath Kenny's jacket and took hold of his hips. He started pressing his thumbs into his hip divets. Kenny squealed and started squirming underneath him.

"KHYHYHYLE DOHOHON'T!! Stohohohop!!" Kenny begged and gripped Kyle's wrists in protest. Stan was amused, and let go of Kenny to let Kyle do his thing.

"' Don't stop?' Alright, you said it!" Kyle braced his fingers behind Kenny's back to get a better grip on Kenny's hips. Kyle's green hat tipped forward as he dug his thumbs in Kenny's divets.

"Gahahahahad! Plehehehease! Ahahahahaha!!" Kenny started going a bit berserk at this spot being targeted. Stan put a hand on Kyle's back to try and still him a little.

"Are you gonna do the fair or not Kenny?!" Kyle demanded, his thumbs tirelessly jamming into Kenny's waistline. Kenny's laughter hit a high-pitched peak.

"CHRIHIST! Okay okay okahahay! I'll dohohoho it! I'll dohohoho the fahahahair!" Kenny shouted. Stan pried Kyle's hands away from Kenny's hips as soon as he yelled out his answer. Kenny breathed in deeply from his assault.

"So, you'll do the fair, Ken? Sorry we had to do that to you." Stan scratched the back of his head while Kyle rubbed his fingers. Kenny grumbled as he forced his hood back on his head and pulled on the hoodie strings to hide his face.

"Myeah I'll do it... form 100 bumcks...Samurday is my wormking daym, so if I dom the fairm I losme momey." Stan looked at Kenny with his mouth agape.

"Dude, you could have just said that from the start! We didn't know you worked over the weekend! If we did, we would have paid you from the start!" Kenny shrugged at Stan's words. Stan looked to Kyle.

"Two fifties each?" Stan suggested. Kyle nodded wordlessly.

"Alright cool. Well, thanks Kenny. Nice seeing you dude." Stan gave Kenny a bright smile and clapped a hand on his back, as if everything that just happened didn't just happen.

In the end, Kenny made it to the Science Fair with Stan and Kyle and wore his digestive system T-shirt while Stan and Kyle performed their project. Kenny was still given pizza, and video games, and watched the new Terrance and Phillip with Stan and Kyle (without Cartman).

Kenny was also given his 100 bucks to spend on his sister's birthday present. She was incredibly grateful, but she had no idea the real price he paid for that present.

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jae-air · 1 year

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can u do watching christmas movies together pls

ofc ^^ tysm for the request :))) (also all of nct was a bit much so I'll try to do each unit part-by-part leading up to christmas)

Watching Christmas Movies with NCT 127

taeyong: super cozy; multiple blankets, hot chocolate with marshmallows, and probably something like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer on. you'd both fall asleep by the end of the movie all snuggled up together.

taeil: with a windy snowstorm outside, both of you are in bed with the heat cranked up to keep you warm. the tv is playing some old christmas-romance movie while taeil draws shapes onto your back. you let out a soft sigh as the dialogue mixed with the sound of taeil's heartbeat lull you to sleep.

johnny: you're practically laying on johnny while you laugh at the rom-com christmas movie you put on. the crackling of your fireplace makes for good background noise and warmth while you enjoy the intimate moment with your boyfriend.

yuta: Midway through when some christmas carols start playing in the movie, yuta swoops you up to dance. he twirls you around while he has a wide grin plastered on his face.

doyoung: while decorating the christmas tree with doyoung, you giggle about him about crossing the lights. the mean girls christmas dance is playing on your tv and you and doyoung dance along with it. you laugh at doyoung dancing with ornaments hung around his ears like earrings and glitter all over his hands from the ornaments.

jaehyun: the room is pitch black except for the light illuminating off the tv and your christmas tree. you're leaning on jaehyun's arm while you both watch a romance movie he recommended you watch together.

jungwoo: you're baking cookies while jungwoo's ipad plays an old christmas movie that was recommended on netflix. the smell of sugar cookies and icing floods the house while you two take sips of the hot coco you also made together.

mark: home alone is playing on the tv in the living room while mark is laying in-between your legs with a blanket wrapped around himself. mark leaves little comments during the movie like "how could he even fall for that-" which make both of you giggle together.

haechan: you're watching Elf with haechan in the living room in the early morning of christmas eve. it's snowing outside and the entire neighborhood seemed to be covered in a thin white blanket. while sitting on his lap, you grab a marshmallow and feed it to him. he happily chews on it and places a soft kiss on your cheek in exchange.

hope you enjoyed this ^^ i'm so excited for christmas time!!

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Enid x dom reader pls 🙏

hope you enjoy anon :D ! 🫶🏻 tysm for requesting!

warnings: smut, dom!reader, strap-on use, fingering, eating out, edging. MINORS DNI.

a/n: hope you all enjoy! reminder that requests are open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned for rules :)!

group dinners weren’t exactly your favorite. you didn’t hate them, you obviously liked your group; they were practically family than just a group, but you preferred when it was just a few people. you liked quietness. or it just being you and Enid sometimes.

you were sat in between Enid and Rosita as you ate the food Carol made for all of you. Enid had her hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it every few minutes.

when everyone had started to make small talk, Enid slid her hand between your thighs, finger just barely brushing over your clit. you slapped your hand over hers, pushing it back to on top of your thigh.

“what the hell is your problem?” you whispered. she smiled innocently, “i’m not doing anything.” she told you, batting her lashes at you. you shook your head with a disbelieving smile.

“Enid.” you spoke sternly. “we are in front of our entire group. don’t do this.” you warned, letting go of her hand and turning back to your food, trying to make everything look normal.

as you took a sip from your glass of water, Enid cupped you entirely, pressing her palm directly against your clit. you choked on the water, some of it dribbling down your chin.

“are you okay?” Rosita asked. you took a napkin and dried your face. “i’m fine!” you responded, “water just went down the wrong way.” you added, laughing nervously.

you stood up and took yours and Enid’s plate, dropping them in the sink. when you went back to the table, you took Enid’s hand and pulled her up, and cleared your throat so everyone’s attention was on you.

“me and Enid are going back home, she’s feeling tired.” you announced with a bittersweet smile. “Carol, the food was absolutely amazing, thank you so much for making it again.” she smiled at the two of you, “of course. go home and get some rest.”

“that’s exactly what we’re going to do. bye everyone!” they all waved to the two of you as you left Rick’s house without another word. you kept a hand on her back as you made it across the street to your house.

when you got in and up to your room, you asked, “what the fuck was all that?” you started to unbutton your flannel, letting it fall to the ground.

Enid pouted, wrapping her arms around your bare waist, “needed you.” she mumbled. you raised your eyebrows, “needed me, huh? couldn’t have waited until we got back? you had to touch me in front of everyone, right?”

her fingers worked on the zipper of your jeans, sliding it down and tugging them off until they pooled at your feet. you stepped out of them and pushed her towards the bed, finally connecting your lips. in a few swift movements, you managed to pull her clothes off, throwing them into an unknown area in the room.

she fell onto the bed and you got on top of her, leaning down to attack her neck in kisses and love bites. Enid whimpered, gripping your back and holding you tight against her.

you pulled away, a smirk forming on your lips. “you don’t think i’m gonna fuck you just like that, right? after what you did tonight?”

“but- Y/N-“ she whined, pressing her hips into yours. you clicked your tongue and shook your head, brushing her hair away from her face gently. “you’re the one that decided to tease me like that, baby.”

“tonight,” you whispered, leaning in closer to where your lips were only centimeters apart, “you don’t cum until i say you can, okay?”

a gasp left her lips, “Y/N…please.” she whined. you shook your head, a deep chuckle leaving your lips. you trailed a hand down her body, stopping right at her entrance.

you used one finger to slide it against her wet slit, loving how she squirmed at the small affection. without another breath, you slid two fingers in to start out. Enid moaned loudly, gripping onto your upper arm.

your other hand grabbed onto her breast; squeezing it and latching your lips onto her hard nipple. your tongue swirled around it and you grazed your teeth over it, but just barely. Enid’s moans were just fueling you, turning you on more by the second. the pace of your fingers didn’t stop as you added a third. to add to the pleasure, your thumb reached up and toyed with her sensitive clit.

the sounds coming from Enid’s lips were nothing like you’ve heard before, but you would do anything to keep hearing them. it was like music to you, and if you could, you’d play them on repeat.

you felt her body tense and instantly knew what it meant; she was close. you continued to plunge your fingers inside of her, pulling her to the very edge. she cried out as she was about to cum, but you quickly removed your fingers.

“Y/N,” she whined breathlessly. “please… i need you so bad. please.” she begged. you shook your head once more, “what did i tell you, honey? you don’t cum until i say so. this is a punishment, good girls get rewards, you know.”

“i’ll be good!” she pleaded, “i’ll be good, please… just let me cum. please.” she begged. you connected your lips once more, massaging the skin of her waist lightly. your tongue slipped between her lips, making her gasp and moan at the sudden feeling.

you pulled away, a thin line of spit still connected between the two of you. you got off the bed and reached under it for a box. once you found it and pulled out what you needed, you resumed your previous position.

“turn around, sweetheart.” you mumbled, wrapping the strap around your waist. you watched as Enid clenched around nothing just by the sight of it. she turned over, putting her ass on full display for you. you pushed her head down onto the pillow so it stuck straight up for you.

you spread her wet folds apart with your fingers, dipping your tongue in for a taste. Enid moaned at the new angle, gripping onto the pillow below her head. with her first reaction, you smiled and pushed your tongue in completely, moaning into her at the taste.

Enid practically screamed at the vibration it caused, unable to stop moaning. you repeatedly thrusted your tongue into her, loving the way her body shook with pleasure. her moans only got louder and it only turned you on more.

her legs started to shake, she was close again. you took hold of her ass, squeezing the plush skin as you fucked her with your tongue faster, repeatedly flicking it back and forth. the second her body tensed once more, you pulled away again.

Enid whined, breathing heavily. you pressed a soft kiss to her swollen clit, smirking at the way she whimpered quietly.

you aligned the silicone cock with her hole, sliding it back and forth against her wetness. the dirtiest moan left her lips. “ready, darling?”

she nodded, “yes! yes… please, Y/N. need you so bad.” she whined. without another word, you pushed inside, reveling in her moans.

you started slowly at first, watching yourself go in and out of her, the sight making you almost equally as wet as her. her slick covered the silicone completely, creating a ring of it at the base.

you gripped either side of her waist, now mercilessly thrusting into her. the sudden pace change pulled a screaming moan out of Enid’s throat. her face fell into the pillow, muffling her moans.

your hand reached forward, creating a makeshift ponytail of her hair and pulling her up until her back was pressed completely against your front. you continued your fast pace, and her moans and skin slapping was all that was heard throughout your house. you were thankful that only a month ago you and Enid finally had your own house together.

with how close she was to you now, you reattached your lips to her neck, creating even more marks. you loved decorating her like this, and you knew she loved it more.

you let go of her hair and allowed her to fall forward again. you gripped her waist, not letting your pace slow down at all. “mhm, Y/N.” she moaned in a high pitched tone, and it went straight into your core. you snapped your hips harder, just to hear the pretty sounds leave her lips.

her jaw dropped with more loud moans leaving her lips and her eyes rolled back; a sight you’d pay millions to see again.

a particular hard thrust caused Enid to scream out. you smirked, continuing to thrust harder and faster into that special spot inside of her. “mhm-! close- Y/N… i’m so close!” she cried out.

you slowed your thrusts and Enid grew frustrated and even needier than before. “no- baby, please.” she begged. “i’ve been good! Y/N, please let me cum. please.” she pleaded, gripping the pillow case.

you pretended to think for a moment as you slowly thrusted inside of her. “hm, i guess you’re right, darling.” you spoke, and suddenly, you picked up the pace again, ruthlessly snapping your hips into her.

a yelp left her lips and her moans grew progressively louder once more. you reached down, messily rubbing her clit with your finger. with the added pleasure, you were sure your neighbors could hear just how loud Enid was moaning; and it was all for you.

the loudest, longest, and sluttiest moan escaped from her mouth as her orgasm crashed over her. you continued to rock your hips into hers slowly to ride out her orgasm.

you took the strap off, dropping it on the side of the bed. Enid fell onto the bed, breathing heavily. you were quick to pull her in your arms, brushing away the hair that stuck to her face, pressing a long kiss to her head.

“are you okay? was that too much?” you questioned, and Enid shook her head. “i’m more than okay, hon. that was so… so good.” she breathed out.

Enid leaned up and pressed her lips to yours softly. after a minute, you pulled away. she laid her head on your chest, slowly falling asleep.

“you did so good for me, my good girl.”

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