#carl hcs

[jumexju]

SUGGESTION

Pairing !! : Carl Grimes / Fem Reader

Fic Type !! : Headcanons, Fluff, Comfort

CW !! : canon typical mentions of violence/death, gn reader unless i specify otherwise, trauma/sa mentions

Summary !! : Just some fluff hcs about carl cuz i miss him

Notes !! : feeding carl fans after I finished the series like a year ago (bcs i rewatched it) (I love that white boy) enjoy lololol :3

✦ MASTERLIST

ᰔ if youre a melomaniac, carl would def be stuffing vinyls into his bag while out on runs just in case you happen to like the music (he gets happy when u get happy)

ᰔ carl n you def sit in his room just to listen to music (lowk parallel play)

ᰔ speaking of parellel play, hes a sucker for it !! you dont gotta be doing something together, even if the two of you are doing your own thing, he prefers having you near him while doing it

ex : he's reading comics while youre drawing/writing/etc

ᰔ carl likes hearing abt your hobbies and if you got the random knowledge flavor of the tism, he loves hearing the random knowledge you bestow upon him at the strangest times

ex : "carl" "yeah?" "did you know that playing instruments can make you smarter?" ".. how?" *proceeds to explain how the brain works*

ᰔ if you play an instrument, carl loves hearing you play songs you know or have even written yourself (hes your number one fan!!!!!

ᰔ if you wear glasses, you probably lost them/cant use them anymore since the prescription has to be updated. SO : carl would do his best to help you with that

ᰔ he'd read to you if your eyes get tired and describe sights to you if your eye sight's that bad (he finds you squinting adorable, but he wont tell you that)

ᰔ he rarely ever takes off his sheriffs hat but he finds it endearing when you take it off his head and put it on yourself (he thinks u look cute chat)

ᰔ if you love to read, carls bringing you books he found on runs and likes to have you read to him, esp if you have a good reading voice

ᰔ carl sometimes struggles with his self esteem which just got worse with the loss of his eye, because of this he feels real warm when you tell him he's pretty and cup his cheek like he's your treasure

ᰔ imo carl's a pretty shy guy so he doesn't really like any pda unless its like hand holding n stuff (love this guy fr)

ᰔ he does like cheek n mouth kisses but like not in public chat sorry but that boy has like a 6/10 rizz (teenage loser rizz fr)

ᰔ michonne teases him about his affections towards you and he gets all red n sheepish (i love you michonne), he also lowk rants about u to her

ᰔ he likes locking arms with u bcs it helps him walk straight n not bump into you (due to his eye screwing with his depth perception and coordination), but also cuz he likes feeling close to u

ᰔ he escapes to the forest with you to read or just explore outside sometimes

ᰔ basic but he lets you trim his hair if youre experienced in cutting hair (i.e : if you cut your own hair)

ᰔ carl sometimes doesnt like when people touch him bcs of what happened to him (s4 2nd to last episode) and he doesnt open up abt it, but if u ask him he'll tell u

ᰔ during those moments, he prefers to just lay his head on your shoulder and just be there with you thinking about nothing

ᰔ carl would listen to descendents so bad guys trust me

ᰔ stargazing with him is a dream

ᰔ if you have trauma from sa he makes an effort to understand you and tried to get you to be open and honest with him bcs it helps him better understand your situation

---- ok now for my alt readers ----

ᰔ if youre a metalhead, he finds it so cute when he sees you get all dark n immersed in the song youre listening to and if you sing it dramatically? he's filled with a tenderness for you

ᰔ if youre a music nerd he loves it when you tell him about the bands youre into and the lore !!

ex : "yeah Ozzy bit an actual bat once cuz he thought it was a prop, he had to go to the hospital after," "im sorry- he bit a bat??"

ᰔ yes its the zombie apocalypse but that doesnt mean you cant raid hot topic/thrift stores/abandoned shop for clothes slay !!! if you're goth, he wears your studded bracelets (they remind him of you)

ᰔ he also finds the music you listen to romantic and lowk endearing (joy division listeners wya???), probably makes you playlists in cassette form so you can both listen to them

ᰔ he'd let you paint his nails black sorry its the truth and he slays with it

ok im going to sleep

bye chat

[aviradasa]

Heeeeey girllll hey! How are you! I was wondering if you could do a thing for me…I was wondering about wether or not you’d be able to do like TWD characters (Carl, Daryl) supernatural (Garth and or your choice) and Hellboy reacting to a reader (like me) who has Autism spectrum disorder and is insecure about it..would mean a lot

I got youuu. This might be a little short, but I hope you still like it. I've been sick and all over the place lately lmao

Carl,daryl,and hellboy (separate) with a Autistic! Reader

Carl:

So carl would definitely try his best

At first he really wouldn't understand much about it but trust me he would learn

If you explain what you go through to him, he will be listening, and he will make sure he takes note of it

He will constantly let you know that's its nothing to be ashamed of.

It's not your fault.

And if you ever have issues with the smells or sounds that go around in the apocalypse, he's right there doing whatever he can.

He asks Rick for advice on how to help you sometimes as well.

And he's a cop he knows what he's talking about.

And if somebody does start giving you shit about he's on their ass

Especially if they are making fun of you when you get overstimulated.

But the thing is is he will probably wait till you're calmed down before he goes after them

He just pulls the "You doing ok. Alright, give me a minute. I'll be right back." And hell go tell them off.

He's not gonna let anyone bring you down for things you can't control.

Daryl:

With daryl, I feel like he's not entirely clueless, but he still has alot to learn

When it comes to trying to comfort or help you get through it, I feel like he would panic a bit

And probably get frustrated with himself cause he doesn't know how to help

But if he sees his worries, he is making your situation worse he will snap back and do whatever he can.

He's gonna need a lot of guidance, but I feel like once he understands you a bit better, he would do amazing

And if you are insecure about it, he gives you a little pep talk

And it does cheer you right up mostly cause he's really funny while giving it to you without meaning to be.

And if someone is trying to make fun of you for it, he will most likely get up in their face and start yelling at them about it

But if you're around to see it and the yelling gets to you, he will apologize

He tries his best, but ultimately, you're in good hands with him he'll just need advice on what to do

Hellboy:

Ok, so yo, be honest, he doesn't know what the fuck to do

The second you have a problem that he can't solve with some form of fight, he's clueless

At first, his main thing is to go get Liz or Abe.

But after it's over and you're able to explain to him what's going on, he's kinda like, "Oh. Well, what can I do next time"

Cause he does want to help 😭

You Liz and Abe do your best to direct him when things get rough for you.

And he does what he's told to (for once lol)

And if you get insecure around him, he's gonna go on a rant about why you shouldn't be cause he understands what it's like to be different from others and to be looked at like a freak

And he won't have you feeling like that.

But if someone is making you insecure with comment or purposely trying to get you to break down.

Let's be so deadass he's pulling a gun on them. Or throwing them.

He's gonna do one or both of those things.

But if he freaks, you out he will feel really bad about it.

Overall, he's definitely not the best when it comes to other people's emotions or issues, but he will try to make it better if he can

[ruewrote]

𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤/ 𝑠ℎ𝑦!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠.

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– he asked you out after a long game of cat and mouse

– he orders your food at restaurants

– whispering if you wanna leave the party you were at because he saw the signs of your social battery starting to run low

– no matter how long the two of you had been together, he’d always go downstairs with you and make you food/company whilst doing so

– is protective over you when someone nit picks you about you being shy

– he loves that he’s the only one that you’re truly comfortable enough to be yourself around him

© ruewrote 2024.

[samjakobo]

THEY USE PRONOUNS!!!!!!!🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

Btw guys literally EVERY character in Re-animator is transgender, they all told me individually, I wouldn't lie about this‼️‼️

Also, Herbert and Meg are mtf and ftm hostility, this is the kick in the stomach Herb deserved (lovingly)

[n3tworksucks]

Hey babe! Could you do like a NSFW alphabet headcanon thing for Carl Gallagher?

Ily🤍🤍

HIII BBY OFCC ILYT🤍🤍 (UPDATED!!)

word count;1430

warnings; nsfw n stuff sooo..... do what you want with that💀(an- i updated it because it wasn't too accurate and it was finally starting to bother me so i hope i made it a little more accurate😘)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he'd probably already have like a towel and water or something so when yall are done he could just quickly clean up then probably cuddle, or smoke and talk or both.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I'd say he likes his upper body(like idk how to explain lmao) so his torso and arms and stuff because like he could do a lot with his arms and stuff ;)

and for you, probably your boobs or thighs because he likes leaving hickeys on them and he love going down on you, so I could definitely see him growing some extra love for your thighs, and it doesn't even have to be sexual too, he just loves every part of you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

loves cumming inside, like if you're on the pill or hes using a condom, but if not, I feel like his pull out game if pretty strong, so hed like to cum on your lower stomach or back. and for you, he'd love it if you came anywhere lol, like him just knowing he made you cum just makes it better.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he'd wanna talk to his friends about his sex life not necessarily to brag. but also doesn't because he doesn't wanna risk any information getting out and you getting upset or something. but he'd probably tell a little to Ian if the subject came up somehow, but no details.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

oh god do I even have to answer💀? yes he is. I think we all know lol.. but mostly from like research from when he was younger, because he's not a virgin, but he definitely knows how and what to do in general, but the more you go at it, the more he learns your body and what it takes to pleasure you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

hes got a few for different places, but his mains are missionary but maybe with one ankle on his shoulder, or dogy, and if you have a favorite he'd most likely try it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I mean, not all the time. I'd say 50/50. like there's times where its not a need to be serious but thats mostly the vibe, like it was an important date night or something. then other times like if you're both high or a little out of it then I'm sure there's a few giggles and jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

doesn't focus too much down there, but he'd probably trim when he feels like it or wants to look nice lmao.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

yess, he loves the feeling of being close to you and to him it feels like it just builds the bond more, like even if its angry sex, he'd still kiss you lovingly and stuff like that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

sometimes yeah, like you're not able to see each other for a while, he'd probably jack off a few times, but doesn’t wanna do it often because he wants to wait for when you get to be with each other again ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he'd probably be into tying or holding your hands together, maybe a blind fold here and there if you're feeling frisky, and he'd probably be into smoking a joint or something too, like shotgunning.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

mostly the bedroom, but, if you both were horny enough, probably a public bathroom, either in a stall or he'd lock the bathroom door and fuck on the counter. or anywhere, he doesn't care.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

it doesn't take much, but he's better at controlling now, but what would get him going now is when you'd just physically love on him, like rub his thigh a little, kiss his neck, tell him you love him. if you do all those, he'd probably drag you away from everybody and go somewhere private. and idk why… but I can see this turning him on too, like when you're sweaty and stuff, I think if he thinks of another reason for you to be sweaty, that would probably get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

definitely a no to anything that could hurt you and make you uncomfortable. no knifes, no major rough kinks and stuff, he'd hate to see you get hurt even a little with stuff like that, like wouldn't be too into harsh degradation, and doesn't wanna make you try unless its tears of pleasure.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

loooves going down on you all the time, like, he gets pleasure out of it too, he gets pussy drunk a lot of the time, but also loves a good blow. but he mainly gives first, knowing you give back eventually.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

if its just normal casual sex, probably at a slight faster speed just because. not rough, but if its special or you both have some time on your hands, he'd go slow and sensual

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

not his favorite, but sometimes you both just need a moment, or just need to be quick with it. he's definitely good at quickies though if you need to be fast.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he doesn't mind experimenting with things youd wanna try, or something he saw on the internet or something. and he doesn't care about where, like a public bathroom or in a car. in a way he likes the feeling, but doesn’t necessarily wanna get caught.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

oh god, after military school he could probably go forever lmao, but obviouslyat some point there's rest. but I think he could go at least 3+. whether thats in the same time or same day, but i think after rounds, there'd be a break then he'd be back at it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

now… I think at some point, you both would talk about it, like maybe he ask about it after he passed that one aisle at a cvs💀 but if you did end up using toys at some point, they'd mainly be for you, like a vibrator or something, but wouldn't wanna use them all the time, because he wants to be the only one that can make you feel good yknow?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he'd tease a little, mainly with his words, but even if he was unfair, he'd let you get back at him sometime to even it out.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

if he's on top, he groans more, maybe let's one or two moans out, but its mainly heavy breathing. but if you were on top, he'd moan more, and act more subby. especially if he's he's pussy drunk, he'd moan while eating you out.

W = Wild Card ( a random headcanon)

so kinda back to like how to get him going, I feel like he's sensitive to certain touches and words/tones with you. like only if you're trying to get him going, and he can tell the difference between you being horny and you being affectionate, so if you touche him like that, you know he's sighing, closing his eyes, and leaning his head back

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under the belt)

I'd say.. about 6.5-7 inches. I'm not gonna go further💀

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, but can control his thoughts a little more, and by that I mean from 70,000 times a day to probably more times a day lmao

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he'd wait for you to fall asleep, and even when you're asleep, he'd still probably be awake not doing anything but laying with the love of his life.

[isabelckl]

His to Keep (smut)

carl gallagher x collateral!fem!reader

synopsis: your brother was dumb enough to use you as collateral for his drug debt with Carl Gallagher. Now you’ve ended up in his house—waking up in a dimly lit room, completely alone, with no idea where you are or what he plans to do with you.

genre: smut one-shot, angst, dark romance, power dynamics, age gap

cw⚠︎: 18+ NSFW, age gap (no minors), dubcon elements, mild violence/threats, language, degradation, name callings

wc: 3.3k (one-shot) no proofread xoxo

based on: @brina88 on spicychat

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Your brother really outdid himself this time.

One night, he made the most reckless, heartless decision possible—he sold you to Carl Gallagher and his guys. Just handed you over like you were nothing more than a bag of groceries. Carl didn’t even blink. Took the deal immediately. Your brother had a habit of buying drugs he couldn’t afford, and this time, instead of coughing up the cash, he offered you as payment.

And Carl? He accepted.

You knew who Carl was. You’d seen him around before—heard his name whispered in your brother’s messier circles. You knew your brother had done business with him more than once. But you’d never interacted with Carl yourself. You stayed away from all that. You didn’t do drugs, didn’t hang out with people who did. You kept your head down.

But now, all that distance meant nothing.

Now, Carl Gallagher knew exactly who you were. And you weren’t going anywhere. Now, you’re waking up in a dimly lit room. Your body aches from the awkward position you must've been in. The air is heavy, thick with cigarette smoke and silence.

You slowly sit up, eyes scanning the space. It’s bare cold. Just shadows and silence. You get up and walk toward the door, heart pounding in your chest.

Before your hand even reaches the doorknob, it creaks open from the other side.

Carl Gallagher stands there. Leaning casually against the frame like he’s been waiting. Arms crossed. That smug look on his face that makes your stomach twist.

“Well hey there, sweetheart,” he says, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “Find what you’re lookin’ for?”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. “This ain’t a hotel room, so don’t get any ideas about sneakin’ out.”

Then he steps inside, closing the door behind him. “You’re here ‘cause your brother owes me money. And since he’s too much of a screw-up to pay up, you’re the collateral now.”

He gestures to the couch like he owns everything in this room, including you. “Come on. Sit. Let’s talk about how this is gonna work.”

You stare at him, confused and stunned. Your voice barely comes out. “My brother what...?”

Carl chuckles, dark and humorless. “He sold you to me. Came up short again. No surprise there. So I gave him a choice, cash or something else of value. Guess which one he picked?”

He leans in, eyes locking with yours, cold and unwavering. “You.”

You shake your head slowly, disbelief sinking in. “I know he’s an asshole… but seriously? When can I go… home?”

Carl stops pacing and turns toward you, smirk fading into a sneer. “Home? You really think you’re goin’ anywhere?”

He steps closer, voice low and sharp. “Not until your brother pays me back. Every damn cent. And even then…” he pauses, eyes narrowing, “I might just keep you around. Never know when I’ll need another little guarantee.”

Before you can step back, Carl grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “So don’t waste your breath, sweetheart. You’re mine now. Whether you like it or not.”

You turn your head away from his grip, eyes drifting around the room. It’s a living room, technically but the guns on the wall, the locked cabinets, the tension in the air—it screams something else entirely.

You glance back at him. “Are you… a drug lord or something?”

Carl just gives you that crooked grin.

He doesn’t have to answer. Carl takes a step back, a trace of pride in his voice.

"Drug lord? No," he says with a shrug. "More like a businessman. I provide a service. People want it, they pay me. Simple as that."

He nods toward the wall lined with firearms, each one looking like it has a story of its own.

"Those? Tools of the trade. Helps keep things... orderly around here."

You watch him move to a nearby table where he casually pours himself a shot of whiskey. He drinks it in one quick motion, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and speaks again.

"This life isn't pretty. There's violence, betrayal, all kinds of nasty stuff.”

You stay quiet. You slowly nod, your eyes drifting to the details of the room just to avoid looking at him directly. There's tension in your shoulders, and you try to hide it by pretending to study the setup.

"Are you alone here?" you ask, your voice soft but curious.

Carl looks around the room like he's doing a quick check before answering.

"No. I have a few guys working for me. Keep an eye on things, handle business. They're not here right now. Probably out on runs or handling other stuff."

He leans against the table again, arms crossed. He watches you closely, and there's a slight smirk on his lips.

"But with you here, things might start shifting. Could use someone with your... particular set of talents, if you know what I mean."

You meet his eyes, your brows rising slightly. You shake your head quickly.

"I'm not interested."

Carl chuckles. It's a deep, gritty sound that fills the room.

"I figured you'd say that. But that’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts."

He pushes off the table and starts walking toward you. His steps are slow, controlled, and deliberate.

"For now, let’s just get you settled."

He stops right in front of you. His presence feels heavy, like he takes up more space than he should.

"You’re gonna need clothes. Food. A real place to sleep. Can’t have you starving or freezing on my watch."

You glance up at him, your voice quiet. "Yeah... okay." There's something with this man that makes you terrified, leaving you not to question anything, now.

A small smile forms on his face, like he's satisfied with your answer.

"Good girl."

He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and lets them jangle for a second, but he doesn’t hand them over yet.

"Room’s upstairs. Second door on the left. There’s clothes in the dresser and toiletries in the bathroom."

He tucks the keys back into his pocket instead.

"Consider them a welcome gift. But don’t lose them. You’ll regret it."

Carl’s tone shifts again, firm but calm.

"If you need anything, you come to me. No one else. Understand?”

You nod slowly, feeling awkward. "Got it. Thank you.. You're kind for someone as..” You trailed off, not knowing whether to continue or not.

That earns another laugh from him. He shakes his head, clearly amused.

"Kind? Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of what’s mine."

Then he steps in closer again. His voice lowers, quiet and tense.

"You’re under my protection now. That means you follow the rules. No smart remarks. No games. You step out of line, we’ve got a problem."

His hand rises, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is soft, unexpected.

"But since you seem to get it, I’ll give you a pass. For now."

Carl turns away and heads for the stairs without looking back.

"You owe me," he says as he climbs. "And I always collect.”

After showing you to your room, Carl disappears into the kitchen, and the faint clatter of dinner being made fills the silence. When he calls you down with a cold “Dinner’s ready,” you find him already at the table, watching you with a dark, unreadable stare, like he’s already decided something you don’t know yet. The meal is quiet and tense. After finishing his drink, he tells you not to wander. “You wouldn’t make it to the gate.” Then he heads to the basement. Left alone, you clean up and eventually drift into a dim, dusty library. You barely have time to breathe in the scent of old pages before you feel Carl behind you. His presence is heavy and calculating.

“Find anything interesting?” he asks, his voice low and echoing slightly through the quiet space.

You glance over your shoulder as he leans casually against a shelf nearby, arms crossed and eyes sharp. He studies you like he’s trying to figure out what page you’re on before you’ve even opened the book.

“The library’s my favorite part of the place,” he says. “Always liked the smell of old pages, the quiet. Not often I’ve got someone to share it with.”

He starts pacing through the aisles, his fingers brushing along the book spines with familiarity.

“What brings you here, hmm?”

You shrug and pick up a book at random, not even looking at the title.

“I don’t know… just thought of doing something.”

Carl raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your vague answer.

“Something, huh? Could be worse. At least it’s not stirring up trouble.”

He steps closer, just enough to peek at the book you picked.

“Ah. Poe,” he murmurs. “Always had a soft spot for the twisted ones. ‘The Tell-Tale Heart,’ ‘The Pit and the Pendulum’... good stuff. Messed-up, but honest.”

He straightens and folds his arms again, eyes narrowing slightly.

“But let’s be real. You didn’t come down here to talk literature. What’s really on your mind?”

You look up at him, uncertainty tightening in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I’m still… looking?”

He chuckles, deep and low.

“Still looking. For what, exactly?”

Before you can answer, he closes more of the distance between you. His voice drops to something softer — not gentle, but more private.

“This place can be stifling. But it’s not just hallways and locked doors. If you’re curious enough, there’s plenty worth discovering.”

He leans in, his breath grazing your ear.

“Want to explore some of the more… intimate corners of the estate? Find out what doesn’t make it into the house tour?”

His hand settles at the small of your back, warm and steady, nudging you gently between the shelves.

“Say the word, and I’ll show you a side of this mansion no one else has seen.”

You glance up at him, startled but unsure why your pulse quickens.

“Intimate corners?” you repeat, your voice shaky, trying to laugh it off with a nervous smile.

Carl smiles too — but it’s a different kind of smile. One that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You step back, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze as you turn to the books on the shelves once more. “I have a boyfriend,” you lie, feeling a pool of heat between your legs at the situation immediately.

Carl frowns, clearly displeased by your rejection. "Boyfriend, huh? I figured you'd cling to some naive notion of love and loyalty. It doesn't matter to me, though."

Carl steps closer again, his voice low and menacing. "You're under my roof now, and my rules apply. No more discussions about outsiders or commitments. You're mine to toy with, and that's final."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. "Now, let's try this again. Are you going to be a good girl and follow my lead, or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?"

You look up at him, gulping before stepping back, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

His grip on your wrist tightens as you attempt to pull away. "Too bad, sweetheart. You're already here, and you're not going anywhere until I say so."

Carl yanks you back against him forcefully, pinning you between his body and the bookshelf. "Now, I asked you a question. Are you going to behave, or do I need to demonstrate what happens when you disobey?"

His free hand snakes around to cover your mouth, silencing any protests. "Shh, none of that. You're not in control here; I am. And I always get what I want."

He presses his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the hardness growing beneath his jeans. "So, are you going to be a good little slut for me, or do we need to have a little fun first to teach you your place?"

You breathe heavily as you look up at him, the dim library lights casting shadows across your face. You shake your head, reluctantly.

He tightens his grip on her wrist, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin. "No, Mia. You're not in a position to shake your head or refuse me. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say."

He slides his hand down from your mouth to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Breathe, baby. We're just getting started."

With his other hand, he hiked up your skirt, exposing your panties to the cool air of the library. "Looks like someone is already getting excited. Isn't that cute?"

He rubs his palm against your clothed pussy, feeling the heat building through the fabric. "You want this, don't you? You want me to make you feel good, even if it means submitting to me."

He leans in close, his warm breath tickling your ear. “You're so wet,” He whispered before setting your panties aside.

You keep your eyes shut tight, body trembling as Carl's fingers grazed your bare skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, making you gasp softly.

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

His touch was electric, igniting a fire inside you that you couldn't control. You arch into him, craving more of his attention, more of this forbidden pleasure.

His fingers dipped between your folds, stroking your sensitive skin with expert precision. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmurs, teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

You moan, the sound muffled against his palm. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction, chasing the intense sensations he was creating.

Carl didn't disappoint. He circled your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your knees weak.

"You like that, don't you? Getting fingered in a library where anyone could walk in and see what a dirty slut you are for me."

His words should have horrified you, but they only turned you on more. The thought of being caught, of being seen as Carl's plaything, was strangely exhilarating.

He pushes a finger inside you, then another, stretching you open. His pace was relentless, driving into you with deep, purposeful strokes.

"Come on," he coaxes, voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come on my fingers. Show me what a good girl you can be."

Your body tense, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You were so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.

Carl seemed to sense your hesitation. He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing fast circles around the sensitive nub.

"Let go, baby," he commanded, fingers pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt. "I know you're close. Just let it happen."

With a sharp cry, you did as he said. Your orgasm crashes over you, waves of blinding pleasure radiating from your core. You convuls around his fingers, juices flooding out of you and coating his hand.

He kept fingering you through it, drawing out your climax until you were shaking and spent.

Finally, he pulls his hand away, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, savoring your taste with a satisfied groan.

"Delicious," he said, eyes locked on yours.

After Carl left you there, you felt used. Used and disgusted with yourself for letting a stranger finger fuck you in the library. You hurry upstairs, showered, hoping the hot water would wash away the remnants of your body's response to his touch. But as you stand under the spray, hands roaming your curves, you couldn't escape the way your pussy clenched at the memory.

You slept it off, but in the middle of the night, you woke up to someone eating your pussy. The room was dark, but you knew it was Carl by the way he grunts against your clit. He spreads your legs wider, pushing them up towards your chest as he dove in, tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, your cunt tastes even better than I imagined," he growls before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your back arch off the bed, hands fisting in his hair as he devoured you. His tongue was relentless, thrusting inside you, stroking your walls, lapping up your juices. He moans against you, the vibrations adding to the intensity.

"Your little pussy is so greedy for me," he pants, coming up for air. "Bet you've been fingering yourself thinking about my cock all night."

"N-no," you stammer, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

He chuckles darkly, "Liar. Dirty little slut like you can't get enough of my touch. I just know you're a slut who'll let a stranger fuck her the moment I saw you."

Then he was back between your thighs, two fingers plunging into your wet heat. He curls them just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and licking until you are a writhing mess beneath him.

"Come for me," he demands. "Let me feel this slutty cunt spasm on my fingers again."

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, back bowing off the bed as you screamed his name. He didn't let up, fingers pumping in and out as he rode out your climax.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Carl crawled up your body. His jeans were undone, cock springing free, hard and thick. "My turn now."

He grabs your legs, pushing them back towards your chest as he notches the head of his dick against your entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, hips already snapping against yours. "Gonna wreck this perfect little cunt."

He set a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the room filling with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans.

"Take it, slut," he growls, one hand gripping your throat. "This is what you were made for - being stuffed full of my cock."

He angles his hips, driving deeper, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. Your pussy fluttered around him, greedy for more.

"That's it," he pants. "Milk my dick with this slutty cunt. Fucking hell..."

His rhythm grew erratic, chasing his own release. He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck hard enough to leave marks. "Fucking cum on my cock like a good girl," he commanded. "Now.”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching around Carl's cock like a vice. He groans, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you. "Fuck yes, that's it. Squeeze my dick, slut."

He thrust through your climax, prolonging the intense pleasure. Your moans echo off the walls, mixing with his grunts.

With one final snap of his hips, he hilted himself and came with a low growl. His cock throbs, pumping hot seed into your spasming cunt. "Take it all, baby," he pants, grinding against you. "Every last fucking drop."

As the aftershocks subsided, he collapsed on top of you, still buried inside. You were both sweaty and panting, hearts racing. He nuzzles into your neck, lips brushing your skin.

"Goddamn," he murmurs, voice rough. "That was... something else."

He lifts his head to look at you, dark eyes smoldering. "I'm not letting you go now. You're mine."

He kisses you then, deep and filthy, tongue tangling with yours. You could taste yourself on him, musky and sweet. He rolled his hips lazily, his softening cock slipping out of you.

"Clean me up," he orders, bringing his fingers to your lips. "Taste how good we are together.”

....

[siyelius]

It hurts my soul at certain characterizations of Markus bc he’s canonically a well educated artist that paints, reads philosophical works, plays piano and cooks a mean breakfast like my guy is a fuckin nerd. He’d lose his shit if he was let loose in an art museum you guys just forget he’s far from a brooding two-dimensional leader if placed in the right environment he’d show a vast appreciation of the arts.

[slayedfrr]

what if they were besties

[starkool]

can you write idv aesop x reader nsfw please

ofc! no problem!

~Aesop Carl x Reader NSFT HC's~

First, Consent. You both need to have a talk about consent and what you both feel comfortable doing with him, he is traumatized and has a lot of things he wouldn't allow anyone to touch, including you, his S/O.

When you two have your first time, i think he would give every single bodypart of your's attention, the same amount aswell knowing how on-spot he likes to be.

Following this ^ headcanon, he would keep a close eye on your reactions whenever he does a certain thing. For example, hitting a spot inside you and trying to see if you like it or you dont like it.

He would treat you like a porcelain doll, touching you with such care he didn't know he could touch something(/one) than the corpses he puts makeup on.

He won't go harsh/hard/fast even if scream for him to do, he thinks that sex is a very intimate thing in a relationship, a very serious thing that conveys how passionate you both are about eachother, you two are showing how much you both love eachother during sex.

He won't be too experimental in my opinion. He would (with hard explaining and talking to actually get him to) try bondage, like tying your hands back while sex. But i think, he wouldn't be comfortable and wouldn't like to have sex in public/semi-public areas. The intimate times are only for the bedroom and the bedroom only.

Threesome's and sex where there's another participant is off the table. He does not want to share you. You are for his and his eyes only.

He's possesive, even if he denies it, he is. Jealousy sex is on the table. He maybe even pick up his normal pace at times like those.

He very rarely jerks off. He never did and he only does when he's in a very close situation, for example you aren't there and he randomly gets hit with the hormones.

Aftercare is absolute HEAVEN. He is a clean freak so he will clean you, and even your bed if it get's messy (He prefers cumming inside you if you allow it, he despises if something get's stained but he wouldn't blame anyone for it.)

[crispylace]

My introductionˎˊ˗

HIII!!! I’m Anne (she/her)! I’m not so great at first introductions so I’m really trying here..

my sexuality is unlabelled, just vibes tbh!

this blog is basically a collection of all the things that live rent free in my head. I’ll be posting headcanons, fics, and whatever else I’m currently hyperfixating on

⤷ some of my favs are:

➤ 🎮 tlou, re, rdr, until dawn, tomb raider, dbh, lis

➤ 📺 arcane, yellowjackets, dexter, interstellar

➤ 📖the virgin suicides, AGGTM ⋆˚࿔

(so yeah, a lot of emotionally intense content and found family chaos hehe (๑-﹏-๑))

I’m also an editor! I post my edits on TikTok over at @carlsfate if you’re curious <𝟑

DNI ❌

please do NOT interact if you:

➤ are racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, or otherwise hateful

➤ support or engage in proship/darkship content (this includes incest, pedophilia, or anything similar seriously, just no!!)

➤ make or defend weird/shocking content “for fun” I’m here for comfort, not discomfort

➤ can’t respect boundaries or basic decency

that’s pretty much it for now, if you made it this far, thank you for reading my rambly little intro ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

[munsonshire]

Carl Grimes as your Boyfriend

Disclaimer: I'm not talking about child Carl, like, not the first seasons, more like the ones before his death when he was older. And no, there is not gonna be any 18+ stuff on this one. Also, this is gender-neutral. Masterlist

He's very protective over you, like, he won't forbid you to do anything but he will tell you to be careful

He likes taking you on little dates, whether it's inside or outside of Alexandria.

His fave is taking you to this one lake close to Alexandria to swim (you both clean it of walkers before doing anything else).

You are the only person in the group that can steal his hat.

He showed you his eye scar sometime after he got it, he does trust you very much.

You carved your initials on a tree because you're just cheesy like that.

He lets you borrow his flannels all the time.

When Negan comes he quickly figures out that you two are dating and in his own twisted way, he praises Carl for getting himself such a beautiful partner, though he does use you against him when threatening the group.

He won't let you come close to him with scissors, as much as he trusts you his hair is sacred to him.

Likes playing little silly games with you when there's nothing else to do, like hide and seek or something like that

You found a monopoly on a run and brought it back to Alexandria, you sometimes play with it, and he gets really defensive (in a funny way) when he owes you money, he will start saying stuff about how money is now unuseful and all that, it's cute

He's the little spoon, the poor boy needs some love, he will pout and make sad faces if for some reason you want to be the small spoon, he wants to be held

His first and main love language is quality time so he will try to spend all of his free time with you

He likes reading all his comics with you, he sometimes acts like a total nerd talking about Marvel or StarWars and all the theories that he has about what happens in the comics

He's the kind of guy that does the yawn thing, where he yawns and puts his arm around your shoulders

Will let you play with his hair and even braid it sometimes

Makes random bets with you about anything that he can think of, he always bets the same, A kiss

Holds your hand all the time

[jumexju]

carl my love my life

[sillygoofygoobersstuff]

liam would send everyone 8ball and other games on imessage

the only ones who play are carl, ian, and debbie

he gets a confused “what the fuck is this” from mickey and left on read by lip and tami 💀

[lupeloto]

carl & mickey headcanon

i love this little brother-in-law ship so much… so mickey and carl are the video game dream-team and it drives ian crazy…

when carl was younger, he hustled the shit out of mickey once when they were playing a game. he pretended he had no idea what he was doing and then creamed mickey completely, which mickey of course respected the hell out of. ever since then, they would team-up all the time and would absolutely destroy lip and ian in pretty much any video-game ever.

now when carl comes over, he and mickey play and they beg ian to, taunting the shit out of him…

— — —

“Come on man, one game…today could be the day ya know,” Carl smack Ian’s back as he heads towards the couch to plop down next to Mickey.

“Come onnnn, Red. We’ll go easy on ya,” Mickey winks, shoving Carl’s shoulder with his.

“You two are assholes,” Ian spits, flipping them the middle finger on his way to the bedroom.

look at them…they mean so much to me

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

Gay ppl real ⁉️ (edits i made for fun)

[n3tworksucks]

hi! I was wondering if you could do hcs of Carl dating a girl that's kind of his opposite(?) a girl that cares a lot about school,her future and stuff like that.

HII! SORRY ITS KINDA ALL OVER THE PLACE, I WROTE THIS IN A PLACE I WAS KANDA DISTRACTED LOL

word count; 506

warnings; none I think

ok so like first off idek how yall met so like thats still up to you.

but if I had to take a wild guess it'd probably be you tutoring him or something, but like its up to you still.

but anyways

he'd love that you care about your education and future, but at the time it wasn't for him.

like im pretty sure he started caring about his future probably after juvie or like when he was thinking about military school, so around the same period of time yk?

but everyone knows, even himself, that he's not very booksmart, and that's fine, he ended up being the most successful gallagher💀💀

but he'd always say he can't help you with school stuff but will try and help you with other stuff, like if you need help with someone, or you're in a situation outside of school unless someone at schools giving you a hard time then thats a different story lol

speaking of, im pretty sure a lot of people would say he'll just end up hurting you, or hes with you because he knows you'll end up with money, or he blah blah, yk?

but as much as he wants them to understand, you'd probably tell him ignore them or something and even if you know he's not with you for those reasons, he'd still tell you how much he loves you for you and stuff and how he's so lucky.

maybe you could convince him some, and maybe he'd let you help him with school

but hes carl, so hed try to make your little study sessions into a make out session lol

but I feel like his favorite way to study with you, or you trying to teach him would be flash cards

idk why I just think he'd like it, probably because he sees it as a game kind of.

or you reading to him and asking him little questions along the way to make sure he understands

wait because that's actually kinda cute..

like you're reading from a textbook or something and he's just looking at you with his little lopsided smile he just nods along💕

and you best believe hes gonna be there at your graduation! as soon as they call your name, hes the loudest one clapping and smiling lol

and if you end up moving to a college campus, like in the area, he'd visit you or you'd visit him (idk how that shit works mb💀)

but if you move out of state, you both would call when you can and try and get a schedule for when you could talk or whatever, and maybe you'd visit for holidays.

but around the time that you'd go to college would be around the time he was doing his own thing too, so I can see you both not being able to talk for a day or two, but that's ok.

but he'd love that one of you in the relationship cares more about education and stuff, opposites attract lol