#twd kinktober

[tofuxtea]

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 | 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 + 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — negan smith x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — age gap (around 15 yrs), authority kink, ‘sir’ is used in joking context, choking, aggressive negan, flirty reader, light humiliation, reader is pushed against a wall unsexily, very light dub-con if you squint (no precise ‘yes’ from either parties), just negan saying negan shit tbh

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — i am barely on season 2 of walking dead i really hope i captured at least SOME of canon negan’s essence, otherwise i’m going off of what i think he’d be like in this situation. also this is a tad late. shhh. ALSO NOT PROOFREAD SHHHHHH I HAVE HOMEWORK DUE TN — 2.9k words.

the night was still fairly young, the last orange streaks of sunset against the sanctuary’s high walls slowly deepening to a rusty red. a majority of the saviors had already begun retiring to their rooms on negan’s accord — do not leave after sunset. it was a rule, sure, but it was also common sense in a world run by walkers.

you had common sense. sometimes. you knew it was an awful idea to venture out to town for medicine at a time like this, especially when you knew a group would likely be sent out the next morning to one of the trade groups, but the infirmary was running dangerously low on painkillers and first aid supplies.

while you never considered yourself to be the hero without a cape type, you needed the hike to clear your mind. negan seemed to be paying extra close attention to you over the past couple of weeks and it made you feel like you were a blood sample under a microscope.

you had no issue with negan but something about him breathing down your neck like his life depended on it made you feel odd. he was well older than you — possibly fifteen or so years older — but there was something about his sadistically arrogant dimpled smile whenever you pointed his closeness out that had your cheeks dusted pink. which was the last thing you wanted.

negan was no romantic nor was he one to easily take likings to people. he gutted people like it was breathing. sure, he had a close eye on you whenever you were within sight but you figured it was more of a cautious motive he had; like making sure you wouldn’t steal or conspire against the saviors. he would probably smear your brains on the cement you stood on without a second thought if you gave him even a hint of a reason to believe you were.

in simpler terms, he was an attractive douchebag. a dangerous attractive douchebag—

“the hell do you think you’re going?” the sharp, gruff voice that had been looped in your wandering mind seemed to summon the devil himself, his presence popping the bubble of tension that surrounded you. your spine stiffened, but you didn’t dare turn around to face him. you didn’t need to to know he was staring daggers into your back. there was a soft shuffle — he crossed his arms over his chest — and he blew a wry chuckle out of his nose. “you runnin’ away?”

any trace of accusation from his first question had vanished and he actually sounded amused. you stuffed a switchblade into the side pocket of your backpack with a scoff of your own. “‘course not.” you prayed that the firmness in your tone compensated for your shaky hands. it was all you could do to hope negan wouldn’t bash you in from behind with lucille.

“well, care to enlighten me, sweetheart?” he taunted and you could hear the smirk in his voice. unfazed, you zipped your backpack up and went to sling it over your shoulder when you finally came to terms with the fact that negan wouldn’t let you out. and you couldn’t lie your way out of it.

you met his empty, gently lidded eyes, thick dark eyebrows set in a stern line just above them. “i’m making a quick stop into town. we’re running low on meds and i’m not sure if they’re gonna last til morning.” negan’s expression hardly shifted, only his lips turning downwards with the slightest interest in your brave plan. for a sliver of a second you thought he just might be in support of it.

“alright, i’ll play along. how are you gonna get there with just that little knife of yours?” his finger jutted towards your side pocket. a jolt of distaste shifted your features and you knew negan noticed. at least, if he did, he didn’t care.

“you offering to come with? or do you just wanna protect me?” the way his eyebrows shot up made you think your playfulness didn’t make it across to him. but then the corner of his mouth slowly tugged into an impressed smirk.

“that’s all you’re going for? meds?” he reiterated, not a hint of confusion laced in his words. it sounded like he was pushing for a second answer you had yet to give.

you eyed him warily, ignoring the few steps he took into the room, shutting the door in the process. your brows pinched together for a second of suspicion. “why? you need me to get you something?” your gaze wandered off to the side while you pursed your lips with thought and hummed. when you met negan’s eyes again, he had gotten a decent amount closer to you and he actually winced at the mischievous look in your own. “condoms? viagra?”

he let out a breathy laugh, pearly white teeth showing from under a curled lip. “oh, don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” the genuine lightheartedness coming from negan scared you more than the dangerous proximity. “put the bag down. i’ll send a group in the morning.”

there was no challenge in his features and you knew he expected you to listen like an obedient little dog. when your fingers wrapped securely around the straps of the backpack and hiked it further up your shoulder, his little smirk faltered. “i’m going into town, negan. it won’t be too long.” you pushed lightly. praying to whatever god there was left, you hoped negan would simply shrug his shoulders and allow you to leave. he took a step forward.

“did i ask you?” an unsettling grin set his lips straight and it made you feel tiny. he definitely had the ambiance of a respected leader — if you could even call what people felt for him respect. his expression twinged with a mocking expectancy like he actually wanted a reply. “did i?”

your tongue swiped over your molars and your jaw jutted to the side. “no, sir.” the honorific held no sincerity. negan seemed satisfied with your answer nonetheless but he didn’t let the sarcasm slip by so easily. in the brief moment of tense silence you shared, a curiosity that hurt your brain begged to be debunked. “why do you care?”

negan’s eyes went scarily blank but the beginning sparks of a fire could be seen in the pits of his pupils. “excuse me?” there was hardly any venom on his tongue but it was enough to make you wince.

you flung the backpack onto the barely clothed mattress with a soft rustle and met negan’s stare with one that screamed really? “you think i don’t see you staring me down every time i’m doing my job? at first i thought it might’ve been because you were waiting for me to screw up but if that were the case we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” negan’s tightly pressed lips gave you no direction towards the truth. he had a knack for that. “would we, negan? so what is it? are you scared of me runnin’ away or do you actually care enough to not let me go?” the scrutiny behind your tone made him veer his gaze off to the side. he returned it moments later, possibly wanting to regain his composure.

“you done?” he asked flatly. for a moment you were glad he wasn’t lashing out at you for even assuming he’d care about somebody but it quickly bubbled over into exasperation.

“the hell i am!” you snapped, daring to bare claws at him. they were clipped down in a second, his palm catching your throat and viciously hurling you backwards until the backs of your thighs dug into the tiny bedside table behind you. negan still pushed, the back of your head meeting the wall with a gentle thunk.

it shut you up. eyes wide and fingertips scrambling to find footing on the table you were awkwardly hovering over, you feared negan. his eyes were scarily void of any readable emotions. he was completely cool, even with his leg nudged between your thighs and his wrist being softly clawed at by your nails.

“i said you done?” the heat of his breath hit your face and you gulped hard. his palm pushed against the center of your throat and there was no sign of letting up. not until you forced yourself to nod did he grant you a sliver of freedom by taking the pressure off of your windpipe. the calloused pads of his fingers still held your jaw firmly in place but at least you could breathe.

“you want me to add a ‘sir’ to that?” even while pinned to the wall you managed to adorn an arrogant smirk in between labored breaths. “who told you i was into this? arat? swear i can’t tell her shit—”

“that fucking mouth of yours.” negan cut in sharply. you would have assumed it was because he was genuinely disgusted until his tongue darted out and wet his lips. then the deep pits of his pupils finally became eligible and your brows leveled with shock. “do you remember who you’re talking to?”

you nudged against his hand, challenging the very man who could take your life with a clean swipe of his fist. unless he wanted to take the extra minute to grab his barbed baseball bat. “‘course i do, negan.” voice dropping an octave, you could see the strain it put on his hardened demeanor. he blinked quickly and shifted on his feet, the crease in his forehead showing his inward debate whether to give in or beat the shit out of you. it was decided for him when one of your hands that had stiffly held onto the table experimentally prodded at his side. negan’s breath went sharp but he made no attempt to get away. “you do care.”

“i could fuckin’ kill you.” the man seethed. his fingers grasped your jaw with ferocity and you choked on a gasp as he pressed you into the wall once more. his other hand hooked underneath your thigh and hoisted you onto the table, its contents rattling and tumbling onto the ground with alarmingly loud crashes. “i’m old enough to be your damn father and you wanna fuck me?”

negan had your cheek almost flush with the wall, his nose brushing against your tensed jawline. you could sense the taunting narrowing of his eyes and smirk on his lips without even seeing them. he had slipped between your legs, the hand that had aggressively lifted you now gently feathering over the front of your thigh.

“that’s what you want?” he held your mouth shut like a muzzle. your nostrils flared with anger and you shot him a dangerous glare out of the corner of your eye. “oh, you’re fucked up.” he barked out a laugh when pathetic surrender flooded your dilated pupils.

he whipped your head forward and released you. your first instinct was to slap him across the face, hierarchy be damned. you had your palm raised, ready to be brought down when negan caught your wrist into his large hand and pinned it to the wall along with you. his lips crashed onto yours with malicious fervor, the tickling sensation of his salt and pepper beard on your skin drawing a shudder from you.

your free hand curled a finger into his belt loop and pulled him impossibly closer. you wrapped your legs around his hips, gently grinding into his significantly hardened cock in his black jeans. “shit, don’t get too hasty, sweetheart.” he warned, tearing your wandering arm away from him and yanking it behind your back. you chuckled wryly, gently wincing at the roughness, but it crumbled as soon as his lips found your neck. your back instinctively arched and you kicked your head back a little to allow him access, though the tug he gave the hair at the nape of your neck did that for you. he was greedy yet smooth, carefully working down to the low neck of your tank top.

“negan,” you whispered shakily as his large hands slid up underneath your top, the sudden contrast in temperature bringing goosebumps to your skin. he groaned softly, the hum of his voice vibrating against your chest. in a second he had it pulled over your head and threw it mindlessly to the side. his eyes dragged down your torso, fueling the fire in his pupils. “oh, and you call me fucked up?” you teased as you swiftly unclipped your bra and theatrically slid the straps down your arms, noting the way negan’s eyelids went scarily low.

“shut up.” he shot back, hands molding to your hips, slowly slipping down to the waistband of your tiny shorts that he wanted gone. the needy glint returned to your eyes and your lips curled up.

“make me, sir.” it was a corny line that asked for a hell of a time, and negan bought right into it when he stole a long, sloppy kiss. while he skillfully worked the clasp on your shorts, you peeled his grey shirt over his head like your life depended on it. next was his belt buckle, then the button on his pants.

you let him shimmy your bottoms down your hips, his satisfied smirk growing when your black panties came into view. they were a little treat you snagged for yourself when you found a decently stocked department store a while back. it was just your luck that you decided to wear them today.

the thick pad of his finger found your clit through the thin fabric, slowly circling it. your hips softly bucked in response as a cry ripped from your throat. negan took the opportunity to latch onto your chest, teeth nipping at a mark he’d already planted. “fuck, you’re already so damn wet.” he panted, not wasting another second to slide your panties to the side and run his middle finger teasingly up your soaked cunt. he dipped his fingertip in, watching how you writhed at the sensation.

a broken cry met his ears and he smiled sadistically, continuing until he was knuckle deep. “ne—negan, fuck,” you couldn’t form a single sentence when he began thrusting his finger inside of you mercilessly.

“what happened to ‘make me’, hm?” what he said refused to process yet you still managed to land a soft slap to his shoulder. he quickly pulled out, with an irritated whine from you, and popped it into his mouth, holding your eyes until he took it right back out. your lips parted, calming breaths beginning to pick up at the sight.

your nimble fingers found the waist of his boxers first, clumsily nudging them down his sides until his cock was freed. negan watched through sex-doped lids as you wrapped your hand around him and began pumping him. his head lolled back and his eyes screwed shut with an open-mouthed groan.

“fuck me, negan, please,” you whined, shoving your pride down your throat for the first time all night. you teased your folds with the tip of his dick, your heels nudging the back of his legs greedily.

he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck, pulling you into a deep messy kiss. the feeling of his tongue on yours and his beard softly scratching your face made you whimper. his other went between your thighs, keeping them wide as he slowly pushed his dick inside of you. you moaned against his mouth, steadying yourself on his shoulders. “negan,” your knuckles turned paper white from how tightly you were holding onto his arms, grip getting impossibly tighter when he started moving.

“fuck,” negan cursed when he felt how tight you were, practically squeezing around his cock. both of you knew you wouldn’t last long and if you kept knocking the table against the wall and the volume, you had about that long until someone walked in.

he hooked the backs of your legs underneath his arms and pounded into you, the angle hitting a spot that made your body go completely slack. your head slid on the wall behind you, kicking back out of pleasure as pornographic moans tumbled past your lips. “shit, negan, don’t stop.” you managed in between heaving gasps, needily pulling at his neck until he leaned down to meet your lips with an animalistic passion. he pressed one hand to the wall next to your head, the other holding your thigh almost flush with your chest.

his thrusts went deep and slowed down so subtly you almost didn’t notice, abusing the sensitive spot that had you seeing white. “that’s it, let go.” negan’s voice rumbled in your ears, nearing a low growl.

strings of curses left your mouth as your high crashed into you. hard. it rocked your body all over, momentarily numbing you. negan’s thumb roughly circled your clit once more, intensifying the electricity that shot through your body. you spasmed around his cock and your back gently curved, hips meeting his thrusts.

he didn’t last longer than you did, barely pulling out in time to cum on the insides of your thighs and lower stomach. his chest heaved as he came back down. neither of you moved, except for your palm as it slid down to the tattoo on the right side of his chest, the tips of your fingers brushing over the navy ink.

“next time you’re in town, get some condoms.”

the first half was better imo BUT ANYWAYS ENJOY negan lovers pls follow me ♥️ —rin

[dixongrimesgirl]

TWD Kinktober Day 1

Carl Grimes x fem!reader- handjob

You were sitting on your boyfriend's bed waiting for him to come out of the shower. You'd read the same page in your comic over and over again. The door opens and you see Carl with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. He goes to grab his clothes but you stop him. "Can I try something?" you ask. He hesitantly nods and you remove the towel from his waist. He's already hard even though you know he probably had just jerked off in the shower. "Lay on your back" you demand. He does as you say and you wrap your small soft hand around his cock. "Y/N. Don't stop" he groans as you start pumping your hand up and down his shaft. You trace the vein with your nail and he twitches in your hand. You resume pumping him quickly until he cries your name and cums all over your hand. "I'm sorry" he apologizes. "I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want that result" you reply and kiss him. You lock eyes and lick your hand clean. He moans and you see him stiffen. His cock is already semi-hard. "Do you ever have enough?" you ask. "Not when it comes to you" he replies and pulls you in for another kiss.

[monsterinmyboxers]

KINKTOBER! day 17. — breeding with DARYL DIXON.

it was only supposed to be a bath.

you wanted to spoil him, just this once, feel his muscles relax beneath your fingers. it didn’t take a lot of convincing, much to your surprise. he needed this more than you thought.

it started with you washing his hair, massaging his scalp, sitting on the side of the tub as you did.

then after you rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out, whilst you reached for the body wash, he grabbed one of your wrists. the grip was oddly gentle, and wet as expected. “get in with me.” he suggested, pausing. “please.”

now you were naked, sat in the bath behind him, rubbing the body wash over his skin.

he wasn’t as tense as he was earlier, instead leaning onto your chest whilst you worked. you thought it was cute. but, after a while, he started to squirm, his hands reaching back and gripping your limp dick. guess he was tired of feeling it press against his lower back.

“really? here?” you spoke while he moved to face you, sitting on your thighs. “easy clean up.” his response made you chuckle.

he made quick work of prep, water making the process much easier. once he sunk down on your cock, all the way to the base, he relied on you to carry his body weight and bounce him on your lap.

you did say you wanted to take care of him, right?

so, you do, the water sloshing around at every slight movement, with daryl letting out grunts and shaky sighs.

the more time went on, the more talkative you got, a telltale sign that you were close. “god, you’re perfect.” so, so close. and the moment he noticed, daryl took full advantage of your state. you’d give him anything, especially when you were about to come.

“come inside of me, c’mon.” now he started to grind himself, attempting to coax the cum out of you. maybe, this was why he wanted you to join him. he missed that warmth, your warmth.

he would be willing to take it in any way he can. whether that be whenever it radiated from your smile, or your arms around him, or your lips pressed against his, or your cum inside him.

[t0yac1d]

The Boy Is Mine (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Warnings: Marking, slight grinding

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short I'm busy with Physics work and hella tests.

Word Count: 307

The room was filled with whimpers and whines, he's so glad his dad and Michonne were out, along with Judith who was being watched by Gabriel. Inside the room was a scene. He was under you, hands gripping and pulling at your waist to keep your body moving against his.

You were on top of him, straddling him, kissing and nipping at his neck. He always looked so pretty under you, big pleading eyes looking up at you through his beautiful lashes, his lips would be red, plumped and covered in saliva from the intense make out. You couldn't get enough of him, and apparently neither could she. 

You don't blame her for having a crush on Carl, I mean who wouldn't. He's so sweet and helpful, and just so cute. But it's only a matter of time before she tries to make a move, she just needs to be reminded that he's not up for grabs, at all. 

Your left hand caressed his face while you buried yours in his neck, mouth sucking until there was a red circle left. Your lips moved down to his collar bones, kissing and nibbling at the flesh. You leaned back and admired your work and how he looked,  

"Such a beautiful mess.." you muttered. "You really think so?" He asked, hair frizzy and clothes wrinkled. You gave him a nod and leaned back in giving the left side of his neck attention. Outside of the house Rick called for Carl to come out, claiming he needed help with something. Startled, his face turned red, he looked at his appearance in the mirror, specifically his neck and looked up at you. 

All you could do was give him a smile and a kiss, walking out the room, ecstatic to see Edin's face when she sees your artwork on Carl's neck.

[stuckinthesun]

“Let me treat you right.” Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Kinktober — Week Two: Body worship, edging/denial, Dom/Sub undertones, cunnilingus

Tomorrow was Halloween, or at least according to Eugene’s makeshift calendar it was, and Alexandria was decorated with homemade and scavenged Halloween decorations for the occasion.

Everyone agreed that they wanted to do something special for the kids in the community, make a day where the world didn’t seem so shitty.

That was why you were up at one in the morning, making candied walnuts. You wanted the kids to be able to have the classic trick-or-treat experience, and Daryl had found a couple bags of expired candy, but you also wanted them to have something fresh.

You just finished twisting the timer after putting in the last batch of walnuts, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hi, welcome home.” You called out quietly to Rick, trying not to wake up the kids.

The sound of his boots grow louder as he makes his way toward the kitchen, and when he walks in, his face is wearing a look of both amusement and curiosity, “Hi honey, what are you doing? Thought you’d be in bed by now.”

“I’m making candy walnuts,” You shrug, smiling at him, “thought they would be nice for tomorrow.”

“You’ve been doing this all night?”

“Yeah, I let Carl taste test my first batch and he said they were good so I just kept going.” You said, cracking open another walnut, “Lord knows we have enough of these-”

You were cut off by Rick suddenly standing right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

A smile pulled at your lips as you curled into his embrace, “Maybe once or twice; what’s the occasion this time?”

“It’s just really sweet what you’re doing.” Rick whispered, his thumbs starting to rub small circles against your hips.

You let out a shaky breath, “Well I won’t lie to you, I am making extra just for us.”

Rick chuckles and lets go of you, before cleaning off the counter in front of you, “Still, I think you deserve a reward for being such a sweet girl.”

Quickly his hands return to your waist, spinning you around to face him and beginning to slide your sweatpants down. Heat instantly starts to pool between your legs as you wonder what he has in mind.

Once Rick has the band of your sweats and panties down your thighs, he lifts you up and sets you on the counter top, “Now just sit there and keep looking pretty for me darling, I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Rick,” You whimper, watching him kneel down down in front of you and feeling slightly embarrassed because he now has full view of just how wet you already are.

Rick grabs the plush of your thighs and spreads them apart and groans, “fuck baby,” before leaning in and licking a long messy stripe through your already soaked pussy.

Your hand instantly flew to cover your mouth, quieting your moans so you didn’t wake up the kids, while your other hand tangled itself in Rick’s curls, pulling his face closer to your aching center.

He chuckled against you, the vibrations only helping stimulate you more as his tongue circled around your clit. You moaned into your hand at the tease, the feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin making you shiver against him.

Finally Rick brings his tongue directly to your clit, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucks little bundle of nerves, causing you to grip his hair a little harder and pulling you closer to brink of an orgasm before he stops and goes back to teasing you.

“Wh-“ You hate how fucked out and whinny your voice sounds, “Why?”

“I’m not done thanking you.” Rick hums against your dripping cunt, before going back to dragging his tongue against everything except your clit.

This continues for another five minutes, of him bringing you to the edge and then not letting you cum. You’re now a shaking, crying mess on the counter, still desperately trying to stay quiet, “R-Rick please I-I thought this w-was a re-ward,”

You felt Rick smirk against you before he pulled away, face glistening with your slick, “It is, that’s why I’m dragging it out.”

“Please let me c-cum please please,” You beg, hips rolling against nothing, missing Rick’s mouth on you.

Rick laughs and doesn’t say anything, just dives back in and sucks on your clit hard. You moan into your hand, cumming instantly against his face.

“Sure babygirl,” Rick said after he pulled away from your now sensitive cunt, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, “I’ll let you cum.”

You just let out a tired breath.

One of these will be on the correct week istg

[darlingshane]

Bartering 101

Dark!Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Summary: Shane drives a hard bargain.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Dub-Con, BJ, Sexual Coercion, Degradation, Pet Names.

Word Count: 807

— Read below or at AO3.

A/N: Following AO3's tagging system – I chose not to use certain warnings to avoid spoilers. By clicking 'keep reading' you accept that you're aware of the mature and possibly triggering nature of those themes.

Shane Walsh is an asshole. That’s a fact. You were warned before knocking on his door, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You needed to use a radio, and Eugene's was completely on the fritz. So the only alternative was to barter with the ruthless scavenger in the compound who had the only working radio that wouldn’t be intercepted by The Commonwealth.

“Save those for another time, sweetheart,” he waved off the ammo box you brought, rubbed a palm on his buzzed head before throwing back a glass of bourbon.

“But Dixon said-”

“Don't care about what Dixon said,” after placing the glass down on the table, he rolled the sleeves of his shirt. “My radio, my rules.”

“What do you want then?”

His lips curled into a vicious smile while his hands moved to unbuckle his belt, “your mouth.”

“That's ridiculous, Walsh. That wasn't the deal.”

“Like I said, my radio, my rules. Tell me, sweetheart, how bad do you need to use it?”

“Not that badly,” you scoffed, throwing the ammo back into your bag.

“Are you sure?” He sauntered in your direction with his fly half undone, forcing you to back up until your back touched the wall.

His hands braced the wall on either side of your head, caging you, as you gulped down the lump lodged in your throat and let the bag in your hand thud on the floor.

He licked his like lips, tilted his head to the side while you took a moment to consider whether it was worth it to accept his disgusting offer. The truth was that you really needed to make contact with your friends that traveled outside the walls. You had information that could save their lives, and couldn't leave his fucking apartment without using the damn radio.

For a second, you entertained the idea of picking up the knife in your belt, shoving it in his neck and letting him bleed out before dragging him out to the woods at night. But Shane Walsh didn’t mess around. No matter how skilled you thought you were, he had the upper hand and wouldn’t hesitate on crushing you like a bug before you could draw your blade.

“I work at the hospital, I could get you pills. The good kind.” You tried one more time.

“Uh-uh, I already have my eyes on something else,” He cupped your chin using his thumb to tug on our lower lip. “C’mon, I’ll make it quick, sweetheart. I promise.”

Swallowing your pride, you let your back slide along the wall until you were down on your knees.

“Attagirl. I knew you couldn't say no to a cock with lips like those.”

“Go to hell,” you gritted between teeth as he whipped out his half hard erection in front of your face and waved it like a flag.

“Already there,” Shane scoffed, pumping his hardness a couple of times before haphazardly shoving it into your mouth without a warning.

His bulbous head was already wet when it pried your lips open. It immediately made you sick to your stomach when it touched the plane of your tongue.

You had to remind yourself that it was for a greater good to keep your jaw slacked instead of biting his thing off.

“Hey! Make a fucking effort here, or there'll be no radio,” he scolded, grabbing harshly on your chin.

You inhaled deeply, wrapped your lips tighter around him, and bobbed your head for his pleasure. He grew firmer as you did, and you tried not to gag when his head grazed the back of your throat.

“That's it. That's the stuff,” he lewdly grunted, looking down on you, pushing his fingers in the hollow of your cheeks. “Good God, look at you. You're such a little whore.”

Admittedly, being degraded in the right situations always turned you on. In a case like this, you hoped it wouldn't happen. You tried your best to keep your composure, but for whatever fucking reason your body wasn’t immune to his power play, and soon you started feeling that tingle that brought some wetness between your legs.

You hated that.

Digging your nails on your thighs, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried not to focus on your own arousal but his. You could tell how much he loved it by the lascivious taunts, and those swollen, throbbing veins that pulsed hard between your lips.

“Oh, Jesus Christ! Keep your head still, sweetheart, I wanna fuck your mouth now,” he gripped at your hair, and kept the back of your head pressed against the wall as his hips started pushing relentlessly into your mouth as deep they could. That time made you gag. He didn’t care, he kept going. Forced his load deep in your throat and didn’t pull back until you swallowed every drop.

[bugsyfics]

keep it up — r. grimes

-> kinktober day one : orgasm denial + pussy spanking

summary

you just wanna cum and Rick can’t help but make a game out of it

warnings

18+ only, begging, orgasm denial, taunting, masturbation, pussy spanking

wc

522

- kinktober m.list ‘22

Rick gathers the front of your panties taut against your abdomen, the soft cotton sandwiches neatly between your lower lips. His head dips down to get a better view of the outline of your pussy and the splotch of wetness that drooled out of you. Tentatively, the back of his knuckle swipes over your pulsing clit until it’s a prominent nub through the fabric. You mewl and twist, but a hand seizes your waist.

“I could take these off.” Rick lifts his hand, making the damp crotch cling tight against your sensitive skin. Frantically, you nod and whimper out a ’please’. His adam's apple bobs as he lets out a breathy laugh in amusement, almost making his teasing seem cruel. “I know. You’d like that.”

Once he’s gotten them past your knees, his rough hand splays over the folds of your pussy. Middle finger brushes up through your wetness, fully coated in slick before teasing the underside of your clit with his fingertip. Your eyes flutter at the sensation blooming and bringing warmth to your core. Your legs spread wider, small hands tensing around his veiny forearm, face scrunching up a bit. You are so close.

Then he stops.

“No! Rick,” you keen. Your hips are bucking into the air in desperation for his touch, desperate to cum.

“Keep it up and I’ll stop altogether.”

“Just… can you keep doing—“

“What?” He pats your swollen lips with the flat of his fingers. The cool metal of his wedding ring makes contact, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. The feeling leaves as quickly as it comes, however, when he pulls his hand away.

“Ungh, I—Rick!” your sputter, mouth hanging open as you pant like a bitch in heat. “I need to cum.”

Rick laughs at that and caresses your leg. The touch of his fingers causes a burning that reaches your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Then he’s gripping your calf and dragging you to the edge of the bed. When your legs drape around his hips, your stomach begins rolling in excitement. You can’t look away from the bulge that’s tenting his jeans, and he notices.

The corners of his lips tug upwards as he chuckles, pushing up his rolled sleeves. Then his open palm strikes your pussy. You cry out and writhe on the bed until his eyes are warning you. “Better keep quiet.”

You nod, biting your bottom lip to suppress the moan that’s threatening to spill out.

He swirls tight circles over your clit to soothe the pain, before giving it another smack. This time it’s lighter and makes a tacky sound when he makes contact.

“Still wanna cum?” Rick asks, before pulling your thighs so that the globes of your ass and your glistening sex are pressing against his erection.

[wannabemurdock]

for kinktober ( or anything ) please do daryl dixon🥹

Kinktober Day 4

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18+ only

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Daryl Dixon + overstimulation

“Can’t take it? S’that right? Shoulda thought of that b’fore acting like a fuckin brat.” You could barely hear him growl in your ear as you begged for a break. Blood pumping in your ears, feeling like you were going to explode. Every nerve on end as Daryl’s fingers quickly circle your clit, his hips pumping steadily. Vision blurring as you were pushed over the edge. Body consumed by numbness.

“You think you learnt your lesson? On your knees.”

[bunnysbrainrot]

Kinktober Requests OPEN!

Hello, my dears! In case you didn’t know, I’m taking part in Kinktober this year! I’m referencing to @taylormarieee ‘s post for my prompts.

As of right now, these are my ideas and the requests for each prompt. Let’s work together to make it a great Kinktober!

A/N: There’s a variety of characters! Check my ‘Characters I Write For’ post in my bio!

The List So Far:

-Dacryphilia: (Soulless?) Sam [Request]

-BlowJob: Dean [Request]

-Handjob: Lip Gallagher [Idea]

-Thigh Riding: Sam (or Castiel) [Request]

-Oral: Dean/Sam/Reader [Request]

-Choking: Joel Miller or Negan [Idea]

-Breeding Kink: Sam [Request], Joel Miller [Idea]

-Daddy Kink: dbf!Joel Miller [Idea]

-In Public: Soulless!Sam [Request]

-Knife Kink: Demon!Dean [Idea]

-Fingering: Dean [Request]

-Size Difference: Sam [Request]

-Toys: dbf!Joel Miller [Idea]

-Threesome: Crowley/Castiel/Reader [Request]

-Edging: Castiel [Request]

-In the Shower: dbf!Joel Miller [Idea]

-In the Car: Dean [Idea]

-Rough: DemonBlood!Sam [Request]

-Overstimulation: Crowley [Idea]Castiel [Request]

-Caught Masterbating: Sam [Request]

-Voyeurism: Dean/Cas/Reader [Idea]

-Degrading Kink: Negan [Idea]

-Praise Kink: dbf!Joel Miller [Idea]

-Gun Play: Soulless!Sam [Idea]

-Dirty Talk: Dean [Request]

-Marking: Crowley (SPN) [Idea]

-Katoptronophilia: Lip Gallagher [Idea]

-BDSM: Joel Miller/Pedro Pascal [Idea]

-Auralism: Dean [Idea]

-Doggy Style: Sam [Request]

-Reverse Cowgirl: Sam [Request]

Prompts labeled [Idea] are subject to change upon suggestions!

**I’ll update this post as more spaces fill up. It would be a huge help if you could reblog to get the word out!

Thank you for all of your support!

- Bunny

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

First Date

kinktober day 29 - semi-public sex

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: You go on a date with Negan and you end up having sex in a bathroom stall.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex.

A/N: This is pre-apocalypse. Also, this is a little late because I was going to post it last night but I fell asleep lol.

You struggled to keep quiet as Negan bucked up into you, your heels clinking against the porcelain of the toilet with every thrust he made into you.

You were currently straddling his lap, your feet tucked up behind him on the back of the toilet as he helped you urge your hips over him.

And you were struggling to keep it down as you moaned against his shoulder, the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls feeling amazing as you rocked your hips over him.

"Fuck." Negan sighed, his beard scraping against the side of your neck as he dragged his mouth over your skin. "This is one hell of a first date."

"Shut up." You whispered, your eyes screwing shut as you worked yourself over him, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He just let out a low chuckle before snapping his hips up into you, making you gasp out at the sudden force.

Although your little moment was soon interrupted when you heard the bathroom door swing open, the sound of heels clicking on the floor.

You remained completely frozen on top of Negan as you looked down into the stall beside you. Someone was in there.

But whilst you were trying your best to keep still, Negan had other plans as he continued to slowly thrust up into you, an amused smirk on his face as he dug his fingers into your hips, keeping you in place.

"Negan." You hissed, trying to keep your voice down as you glared at him.

He just grinned at you, quickening his movements slightly as he helped bring your hips down on him.

And somehow you found yourself suddenly complying, allowing him to do as he pleased.

You held your breath as you rolled your hips over him, concentrating on not making a sound. And you had to admit, the idea that somebody could potentially hear you right now seemed to add a certain level of excitement to this.

You bit your lip, a fire beginning to pool in your belly as Negan continued to thrust into you, your ass bouncing against his thighs with every movement.

You only lasted a few more seconds before you were smashing your lips against his in a desperate kiss, an attempt to muffle your moans as you came close to your release.

And when the fire finally exploded, you kept your mouth against his as a wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Negan groaned into your mouth then, his dick twitching inside you before he came.

When you looked down to check the other stall, you realised that they'd gone and you'd been so consumed in your moment of bliss that you hadn't even heard them leaving.

"So." Negan panted, bringing your attention back to him. "Second date?"

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: Hair Pulling w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: i love love love the idea of playing with daryl's hair, so it was no surprise that i wrote this as fast as i did. i indulged in my husband!daryl fantasies, so y'all come get your juice LOLLL.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

You loved Daryl’s hair. It was a staple part of him, one of the first things people notice —unless he's holding a dead animal but that's a whole different topic— that's what first caught your eye, at least.

You loved how unruly it was, almost like a lion's mane. You loved running your fingers through it, braiding it, trying different hairstyles with many assortments of hair clips and accessories. Daryl acts like he doesn't like it, but you both knew he did, and you would have to keep quiet if you wanted to be able to continue to do it. So, how you and Daryl ended up here was totally unintentional. It started with you sitting him down on your couch, perched in his lap as you brushed out his hair, and one particularly large knot sent his head jerking, as well as his hips against yours.

His large palms splayed out over your hips, attempting to keep you still to keep your domestic moment going, but you rolled yours against his cock, and it all went to hell after that.

It was a blur on how you ended up on your back, pants and underwear discarded on the floor as dog was kicked out the room, the animal glaring at it's owners. The hem of your shirt was clenched between your teeth so that your breasts and stomach were showing, giving Daryl a full visual of you as he shoved his tongue deep inside of you, his salt and pepper beard scratching your inner thighs that made you legs twitch around his head.

“Daryl..” You allowed the material to fall out of your mouth, the hem of it resting wrinkly on top of your boobs. You let out a particularly loud moan as he sucked on your clit. Your hips attempted to grind against his face but he held you down, both of his strong and firm arms wrapped tightly around your luscious plump thighs.

“Mmph!” You moaned, your hand shooting out to grip at his hair and tug on it, forcefully pulling him close to your centre. He let out a surprisingly loud grunt which shot up your spine, the vibration of his timbre voice shaking up your nerves. “Daryl,” You panted, “I'm gonna cum, please.” He allowed you to ride his face, his eyes shimmering in unsung admiration as he watched you fall apart due to his doing. It didn't matter that you guys had been together since the quarry, that you're now husband & wife and he had made you fall apart like this numerous times before, it was as if he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

You let out a high pitched whine as your back arched and you threw you head back onto the arm of the sofa, cumming on Daryl’s face as he eagerly drank in your release.

Settling down, you gave him a lopsided grin, your eyes hooded and tired as you affectionately brushed some hair out of his face.

Yeah, you definitely loved his hair.

[tofuxtea]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

��𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— AGE GAP + AUTHORITY: nsfw, kinktober event

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

[dixongrimesgirl]

TWD Kinktober 2023

Day 1- Carl Grimes

Day 2- Rick Grimes

Day 3- Daryl Dixon

Day 4- Rick Grimes

Day 5- Carl Grimes

Day 6- Rick Grimes

Day 7- Daryl Dixon

Day 8- Rickyl

Day 9- Rick Grimes

Day 10- Daryl Dixon

Day 11- Rick Grimes

Day 12- Rick Grimes

Day 13- Carl Grimes

Day 14- Daryl Dixon

Day 15- Rickyl

Day 16- Daryl Dixon

[duesternis]

Sunlight - Richonne

A warm hand down his back barely rouses Rick, but it makes him stir under the blanket. He turns his cheek against the pillow, beard rasping over the cotton. The hand glides over the globe of his ass, teases the crease where the top of his thigh meets it. He mumbles into the pillow, shifts his leg away from the ticklish touch and a huff of breath hits his ear. “Michonne,” he groans and she chuckles, fingers dancing on the inside of his thigh now.

free day to end kinktober with a smash!

[darylscvmdumpster]

KINKTOBER REQUESTS

it is KINKTOBER so smut smut smut! there might be some just cute ones. i just need requests so i this big writers block goes away. I DO write about girls too (i’m just not as good.)

THE WALKING DEAD

anyone from this show!

OUTER BANKS

anyone from this show!

CRIMINAL MINDS

anyone from this show!

SUPERNATURAL

anyone from this show!

SNC

anyone from their channel!

SHAMELESS

anyone from this show! (if kids; debbie, carl..etc they MUST be aged up because i refuse to write about kids)

DARYLSCVMDUMPSTER please send in your requests for KINKTOBER so i can get the 31 days of KINKTOBER started!! im trying to be more active in writing so please help me out.

[drabblesofsmut]

Kinktober masterlist +18

Kinktober list:

Dry humping. → Stiles Stilinski

Face fucking. → Loki Laufyson

Begging. → Eddie Munson

Masturbation. → Natasha Romanoff. (Lesbian)

Daddy kink. → Isaac Lahey.

Overstimulation. → Wanda Maximoff. (lesbian)

Praising. (Mixed with the day 6)

Sound kink. → Void Stiles.

Mirror sex. → Steve Harrington (late)

Fingering. → Stiles Stilinski (late)

Face sitting.

Lingerie kink.

Deep throating.

Role play.

Food play.

Car sex.

Toys.

Uniform kink.

Morning sex.

Phone sex.

Unprotected sex.

Clothed sex.

Sensation play.

Dirty talk.

Finger fucking.

Thigh riding.

Sensory deprivation.

Semi-public sex.

Hair pulling.

Accidental stimulation.

Pool/sea sex.

This is the master list, I'm going to update it while I write each day