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[twdfan2010]

Maxie grimes

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When the world ended, I was twelve years old.

Too young to carry a gun, but old enough to carry grief. Old enough to remember every part of the world before it burned.

Back then, Dad was just Rick Grimes—the sheriff of King County. My little brother Carl looked up to him like a superhero, and to be honest, so did I. He wasn’t a loud man. He didn’t have to be. There was this quiet steadiness to him, like a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. He kept people grounded. He kept me grounded.

Then he was shot. I remember visiting him in the hospital before everything went dark. I held his hand and told him he had to get better. That we’d be waiting for him when he woke up.

But when he did wake up, we were already gone.

I survived with Mom, Carl, and a small group of others who managed to get out of Atlanta before it was fully overrun. I don’t even remember who made it and who didn’t from that first week. The days bled together like one long nightmare. No one knew what was happening. Phones were dead. Cities were burning. People were eating each other.

And my father was gone.

I cried for him every night until I just couldn’t anymore.

Then one day, he came back.

I’ll never forget the moment I saw him step into our camp, carrying nothing but a revolver and determination. Carl screamed “Dad!” and ran into his arms. Mom burst into tears. I stood frozen.

And then he looked at me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rough, tired, and cracked around the edges. “I told you I’d come back.”

I threw my arms around him, and for one second, everything was okay again.

After that, survival became the only thing that mattered. We moved from place to place, always running, always losing someone. I went from carrying schoolbooks to carrying a knife. From sleeping in my own bed to keeping one eye open in abandoned houses.

Rick—Dad—changed. He had to. The world pushed him to the edge, and sometimes over it. But I always saw the man underneath, the one who tucked me in when I had nightmares and taught me how to ride a bike in the empty parking lot behind the station.

Being Rick Grimes’ daughter meant watching the man I loved become something harder, sharper—yet still somehow… kind. He still believed in people. Even when they betrayed him. Even when they broke him.

And he believed in me.

I wasn’t a kid anymore. I became a fighter. A scout. A protector. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. I helped Carl watch over Judith when she was born, helped run supplies, even pulled people out of walker herds more than once. I made decisions—some I’m proud of, others I’ll regret forever.

That’s what being a Grimes means. You carry the weight. You protect your people. You don’t get to break.

The day Dad blew that bridge…

We thought he was gone. Completely, forever. The explosion lit up the sky, and we stood there on the riverbank, screaming, crying, refusing to believe it. I fell to my knees. Carl was already gone. Judith was barely walking. And now Dad—our anchor—was gone, too.

I didn’t speak for two days.

But when I did, I said the same thing over and over: “He’s not dead.”

Because I felt it. He wouldn’t go out like that. He wouldn’t leave us if there was still a way back.

So I picked up his revolver and put on his jacket and told everyone, “We keep going. For him.”

Years have passed since then. I’ve grown. Some people call me “Sheriff” now, or “Grimes,” even though I never wore a badge. I’ve led search parties. I’ve rebuilt communities. I’ve sat across the table from enemies and refused to start another war. I’ve carried Judith on my hip and taught her how to use a knife and read the stars.

But I still dream of Dad. Sometimes I see him standing on that bridge, smiling. Other times he’s walking through the woods, calling my name. And every time, I wake up and whisper, “I’m still here, Dad. I’m still fighting.”

Because being his daughter isn’t about wearing his clothes or using his weapons.

It’s about believing in something better—even when the world tells you there’s nothing left to believe in.

If he ever returns—and I believe he will—I want him to see the world we’ve built in his absence. I want him to meet the girl who stepped out of his shadow and into the fire. The girl who didn’t just survive—but led.

Not the scared twelve-year-old he left behind.

But the woman who made sure his name still means something.

Rick Grimes’ daughter.

His first daughter.

And the one who never stopped believing.

[twdfan2010]

pink princess

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only!!, smut, p in v sex, female receiving oral, girly!reader, violence, blood, rafe beats someone up, kelce is the bad guy in this D:

“i just don't get it rafe.” kelce shakes his head.

“what?” rafe mumbles, barely paying attention to his friend. even topper seems barely interested, both too focused on the football game playing on the television.

“how you could date a girl like y/n.” 

your name has rafe snapping to attention, turning to glare at kelce. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” rafe has only been your boyfriend for a couple months now, but he wouldn't question beating the shit out of his friend if he insulted you.

“don't get me wrong, the girl is nice and all. i like her she's just so… girly.” kelce says like it's an insult. “she only ever wears pink, she's all sweet and innocent. she's just not your type, that's all. im surprised.”

you let out a little sound, all of the boys attention snapping to you, kelces eyes widening when he realizes you have entered the living room.

“baby.” rafe coos softly. “come here.”

you cross over to rafe, rounding the couch to plop on his lap, keeping your head down to avoid looking at kelce.

“don't listen to him, princess.” rafe says softly, his voice so sweet, in contrast to the scared look on kelces face. “you're exactly my type.”

“shit rafe, i-i-didn’t mean-i didn't know she was-”

“get the fuck out.” rafe says, voice still soft as he pets his hand over your back, hating the pout that graces your sparkly gloss painted lips.

“rafe-” kelce tries to argue.

“no. get the fuck out. you're lucky im not beating your ass into the ground for upsetting my girl. now get the fuck out.”

kelce scrambles, rushing out of tanneyhill as the game continues on the tv, topper rightly deciding to remain silent.

“baby, talk to me.” rafe says softly, seeing tears still brimming in your eyes.

“im fine.” your voice is hoarse when the words finally escape your mouth.

“darling.” rafe sighs, tugging your bodies closer together, letting your head bury in his shoulder, not caring if you leave makeup stains on his shirt.

rafe knows the best thing to do is just let you breath, not wanting to work you up more with his words as his hand strokes over your back, hoping it's bringing you some sort of comfort.

“i had no idea he felt that way.” you finally pick your head up. you weren't close to very many girls, so when you and rafe started dating, you tried to quickly assimilate into his friend group and consider his few friends yours as well.

“he's just being a dick. don't worry, alright bunny? you're absolutely my type, and i love how girly you are, mkay?” rafe waits for you to nod and agree with him before he pulls you into a kiss, topper keeping his eyes trained on the tv while you make out.

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“you ready to go princess?” rafe calls up the stairs, tapping his foot against the wood floor, waiting for you to finish getting ready to attend the gala he promised his dad he would be at.

“coming now!” you say before rushing down the stairs, but still being careful not to trip in your heels.

“you look gorgeous, honey.” rafe admires your outfit. its a new dress, or at least one that he hasn’t seen before. rafe takes your hand in his as you finish your descent, frowning when he realizes the glittery polish that was on your fingers has been scrubbed off, replaced with a creamy white that matches your dress, the only pink thing on your body being your lipstick.

“is that what you are wearing?” rafe questions.

“why, is something wrong with it?” you frown as you look down at your body.

“no-no.” rafe shakes his head. “not at all baby its just… very formal.” he figures the wording is better than blatantly asking why you’re not covered in pink and sparkles.

“well, it’s a formal event.” you roll your eyes, heading towards the door, not wanting to give ward a bad impression, and you know you’re already running late.

“yeah, right.” rafe nods, but his mind whirls in secret, wondering if there could be more to your change in appearance than that.

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“you're going golfing with top today right?” you ask, rubbing your fingers through rafes hair, massaging his head. 

rafe knows you said something, but he's too relaxed to actually make out your words, struggling to blink his eyes open before humming, “what?”

you giggle at his blissed out expression, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “you're going golfing with topper later today right?”

“mhm.” rafe nods, letting out a soft moan when your long acrylics gently scratch over his scalp.

“maybe you can take me. ya know, i could learn how to golf. probably start with just putting.” you shrug.

“baby-” rafe has to take your hands and move them away, knowing he won't be able to focus on the conversation. “why do you want to learn how to golf? you hate sports.”

“that's not true!” you complain. “i like um… gymnastics and figure skating.”

rafe rolls his eyes “you like them for the sparkly outfits and music.”

you pout, moving yourself from straddling rafes lap to next to him on the couch. “aren't i allowed to be interested in the things you're interested in?”

“yes, of course.” rafe sighs, moving to kneel between your knees on the floor, taking your face in his hands, not letting you look away. “and if you really want to come, id love to have you. but if you are asking because you're trying to be less girly, then baby-” rafe leans in to press a kiss to your pouty lips- “i don't want you to change. i love you for who you are.”

“promise you don't mind?” your fingers play with the collar on his shirt, distracting yourself.

“promise.” rafe nods.

“okay, thank god.” you let out a giggle. “golf is so boring.”

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you have your laptop and phone opened up, intensely scrolling as you switch between them, brow furrowed as you do your research.

“y/n-” 

you slam shut the laptop and turn the screen off on your phone as rafe walks into the room.

“what are you doing?” rafe questions. 

“nothing.” you smile at rafe. “just some online shopping.” you hope it's believable, but you can tell by rafes hesitation that he doesn't fully trust your explanation.

“okay…” rafe slowly approaches the bed, and you quickly move your laptop and phone to the bedside table as rafe crawls up next to you.

you distract him from asking more questions as you press your lips against his, pushing him to lay back on the bed as you grind down.

“ah, fuck.” rafe moans when you pull away, pulling your shirt off over your head to reveal that you aren't wearing anything underneath.

rafes hands cup your tits, massaging them in his large palms before suddenly flipping so you're the one laying down against the bed, completely forgetting about your suspicious behavior when he entered the room.

what rafe doesn't know, as he lowers down your body and flicks your nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, is that you weren't online shopping, rather scowering through social media, trying to find all of rafes ex girlfriends or anyone he interacted with, all while you compared the girls to yourself.

you wish kelces words didn't still echo in your head, especially after rafes insistence they weren't true.

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“gonna take a shower.” you tell rafe, setting your bags down in the foyer, knowing you'll get around to them later.

“you sure not a bath? i can run one for you.” rafe offers, following you up the stairs.

“nah, that's fine.” you shrug, frowning slightly when you see your display of lush bath bombs. you're trying to be less high maintenance, more easy going. 

“come on, what if i wanna soak with you in the bath?” rafe pouts. “please baby.”

you can't help but giggle at his doe eyes blinking at you. “okay, sure.”

“good.” rafe hums before placing a hand on your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss before he heads towards the bath, turning the hot tap on. you watch as he looks at your bath bombs before selecting a light blue bath bomb with star embeds.

rafe sets the bath bomb down on the edge of the large tub before turning to you. “what should we do while we wait for the bath to fill?” you question, tugging your ponytail out to let your hair fall.

“mmm, i know exactly what i want to do.” rafe says.

in only a few moments he has your shorts down, perched on the edge of the bathtub while his head is buried in between your legs, tongue licking greedy stripes over your cunt.

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“missed you.” you whine, burying your face into rafes chest as he rocks gently, holding you tight to him.

“missed you too, princess.” rafe is relieved to finally have you back in his arms. hes been away for an entire week, and you came to the airport to get him despite rafe insisting that he was fine to get himself home. you just couldn't wait any longer.

you whine when rafe pulls away slightly, making him laugh and tug you back into him.

“clingy baby.” rafe coos, but the words make your cheeks hot as you pull away. 

“hey, hey.” rafe grabs your hand, tugging you back against his chest. “i didn't mean it like that.”

“okay.” you whisper with a nod, tears brimming in your eyes. with rafe being gone, you spiraled even further, going as far as to befriend a couple of his exes to compare yourself even more to them. you also attended a party that kelce was at, and while he didn't speak at all to you, you could occasionally feel his eyes on you, disapproval in his gaze.

“love you so much bunny.” rafe says, rubbing his large hands over your shoulders. “let's get home so i can show you how much i missed you, yeah?”

you perk up as you nod, making sure your hand is clasp together with rafes as you head out of the airport and towards the parking lot, your keys hanging from your finger that isn't intertwined with rafes.

“here, baby.” rafe opens the passenger side door for you, but you frown and don't move towards it.

“you just got off a flight, rafe. i can drive.” 

“nope.” rafe snatches the keys out of your grasp. “you're my girl, and as long as im here you have no need to drive yourself. now get in, my passenger princess.”

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“ready for the party?” you ask rafe, adjusting your skirt as rafe walks down the stairs.

“of course.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips before looking down at your outfit.

“baby… is this really what you want to wear?” rafe asks. he likes any clothes you put on, but the black skirt paired with a plain white cropped tee, not even accented by any jewelry just isn't you.

“i just…” you swallow. “i just know kelce is gonna be there. wanna show him that i don't need to be wearing sparkly pink every second.”

rafe can't speak, the anger quickly rising when he realizes that months later you still haven't let go of kelces words, still worrying that you arent the right person for rafe.

“go put on a sparkly dress.” rafe simply says, not able to keep his voice soft, despite addressing you. you hustle upstairs, changing into the outfit you really wanted to wear, adding some jewelry and colourpop super shock shadow to your lid.

you bounce down the stairs, feeling much more yourself now.

“theres my pretty girl.” rafe says, his words sweet but his face still angry as he places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out towards his truck.

he speeds to the party as you sit there silently, playing with your rings, worried about what is going to happen when you get to the party, especially knowing kelce is gonna be there.

“rafey, don’t do anythi-” you tell him as he helps you down after parking, but you can’t even finish your sentence.

rafe eyes kelce standing on the front lawn, a red solo cup in his hand. he hasn’t spotted rafe yet, but you know as soon as he does the smile is going to drop from his face.

rafe begins to stalk towards him while you trail behind, grimacing when rafe throws a punch, landing right on kelces cheek.

“fuck you!” rafe shouts, shoving him back before kelce can even realize what is happening.

“yo, man, stop!” some guy you recognize but don’t know his name yells, but doesn’t try to get in the middle as rafe punches kelce again.

you can’t help the smile on your face, watching your man defend you throughout anything, even if it involves turning one of his close friends into a bloody pulp.

“y/n… it’s gone on long enough, stop him.” topper comes up behind you, making you jump.

you turn to look at him before back at kelce, eyes glazed over as rafe shouts at him again. you rush to rafes side, grabbing at his fist. “okay, okay.” you tell him softly. “he gets it.”

rafe steps away as kelce falls to the ground, his chest heaving as his lip and nose drip blood. “let this be a lesson.” rafe turns to the crowd that has grown. “no one shit talk me or my girlfriend or this is what happens to you.” rafe points at kelce, not giving another word before stalking away, literally grabbing you and picking you up to carry you back towards his truck. you stay quiet as rafe sets you in the passenger seat.

“are your knuckles hurt?” you ask, petting your hand gently over his wrist as rafe shifts the car into gear, rushing away from the party.

“i’ll be fine, baby.” rafe says, glancing at his reddened fingers. “just need to get you home.”

“oh.” you nod, knowing that while rafe got some of his anger out on kelce, he’s certainly going to get the rest of his pent up energy out on you. 

it takes minutes from the time you get home for rafe to have your back flat on the bed, his large cock thrusting into you. 

you moan out, hands gripping at his shoulders, your nails leaving scratches against his tanned skin. 

“you’re. my. fucking. girl.” rafe says, accentuating each word by pounding his cock inside of you.

you let out a moan, kelces mean words thoroughly beat out of your head as you nod. “im yours.”

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[twdfan2010]

Best bet ima watch it

DREWS GONNA BE A BOTTOM I KNOW IT

[twdfan2010]

hi angel! can you write something with pogue!sweetheart!reader and rafe inspired by that one scene in ‘priscilla’ where they’re pillow fighting and he hits her? but instead of rafe doing it on purpose, it was a complete accident and he feels really bad about it?

warnings: pillow fighting, rafe accidentally hits you, fluff, very slight angst

“you’re gonna kill me!” you laughed, yelping when rafe pulled you to the edge of his bed, his fingertips tickling your sides. he was laughing just as hysterically as you were. reaching up for one of his pillows, you swung it, hitting him on the side of his head, causing him to roll over. taking the opportunity to straddle him, he stole the pillow from you, an ‘oh, shit!’ leaving his lips before you felt his knuckles crash into your cheek.

you fell to the floor, holding the side of your face as rafe rushed to check on you. “i’m so fucking sorry!” he pulled you into his lap, moving your hair out of the way. it all happened so fast, you still felt dazed as you blinked up at him. “i didn’t realize i was holding the pillow wrong, fuck, i’m so sorry baby.” you were starting to feel the pain now, your eyes watering as rafe held your face, his thumb stroking the sore skin.

“it hurts..” rafe felt his heart break in two when he heard your voice shake. “i know, i know, it was an accident, i swear i would never do that to you on purpose.” his chest was rising and falling as he held you in his arms, your face tucked into his chest. he rocked you, leaving kisses on your forehead and lips, whispering the words ‘i’m so sorry.’ against your skin. “s’okay.” you tried to reassure him, only making him shake his head.

“no, y/n, it’s not. no more rough playing from here on out.” rafe examined your cheek, cursing under his breath at the sight. “no more rough playing even with our clothes off?” he met your gaze, a smile forming on his lips as you giggled quietly. “that’s the only exception.”

[twdfan2010]

asking rafe if he still likes you while he's literally inside you..

he’s buried straight to the hilt, softer thrusts eliciting the gentle patter of skin-against-skin whilst you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and breath in his scent — one that’s so uniquely him, clean but so rich that it borders on being overpowering.

he takes notice of your clenched brows against him, the creases in your skin rubbing against his warmed neck every time he sheathes himself inside of you, but he pays them no mind — distracted by the feeling of your sopping cunt swallowing him in almost deeper with every movement.

consequently, he’s much quieter than usual, although not one with a penchant to be noisy, he would usually reassure you throughout the entire experience, coddle you regardless of the big bad rafe pretence he held in front of others.

you sniffle, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few short pants, “rafe.”

“‘mmh,” he breathes out against your head, warmth brushing over your hairline.

“do you still like me?” you murmur, smushing your lips against his skin to muffle your question, the action causing your nose to tingle when you feel the vibrations reverberate from his skin onto yours.

“do i still like you?” he mimics, brows raised in slight exasperation before he registers your complete and utter seriousness and drops the sass, “baby — i’m- i’m quite literally inside of you right now, ofcourse, of course i still like you. godamn.”

[twdfan2010]

u gay girlys are SLEEPING on my wife… also im gonna start writing for her, so send in requests!!!!!

[twdfan2010]

Hi

Can I get older James smut with daddy kink, breeding kink and jealousy? please

Ofccc

“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞“

𝐓𝐖!(cursing, p in v, breeding kink, jealousy, daddy kink, spit kink, cheating? (If you look very closely) tell me if I miss anything lol

You and your boyfriend James where at the bar with the rest of his band, you where with Kirk and James went to go get drinks, Kirk was very drunk and started getting closer, “ya know, I might have a small ego but my cock is huge” he said and this made you laugh “Kirk you have a huge ego, and I’m not so sure about the cock part..” you say with a cocky grin, “mmm, wanna find out?” He says his deep voice making you feel some type of way before he put his hands on your thighs, you where about to say something when you heard your boyfriend say “what the fuck are you doing?!” You get pulled away from Kirk and you spin around and frantically start trying to explain. “N-no wait, I-i- he was ju-“ you stutter and get cut off by him “shut up and go to the bathroom” you go silent and rush over to the bathroom

About 5 minutes later the door swings open and James walks inside and shuts and locks the door. “What did I say would happen if you were ever flirting with my friends?” He says slight anger in his voice “I- you said.. you.. I wouldn’t be able to walk..” you whisper with a pouts and a whiny voice. “Mmm you remembered.. bend over the sink” you whine clearly not wanting to but do it anyway

3 minutes later James is pounding into you at a unbearable speed “j-James! S-slow down!” You moan out as he goes a little faster “isn’t this what you wanted? To be a whore? A slut? I bet you wanted Kirk to spit over this pussy right then and there?” You moan loudly at his words “and James isn’t my name, what’s my name baby?” Tears stream down your face from the pleasure and pain, “umf- d-daddy! Mmmm harder!” You scream “ I thought you wanted slower sweetheart” he chuckles and reaches down to your clit rubbing it in circles making your hip’s jolt and your back arch. James grabs the front of your dress and rips it down and your tits spill out making him groan loudly and stare at them in the mirror “daddy! Fuckfuckfuck!” You moan loudly “hm? Want my cum in you? My babies in your stomach? You want my kids in you? Make you my baby mama?” He moans at his own words while your staring at yourself in the mirror then at his face then at where your bodies connected, your a moaning mess, mascara smeared, pink cheeks, the front of your dress ripped. “ come on baby, tell me if you wanna carry my babies inside of you” . He moans in your ear. At this point your so fucked out to the point your just nodding and the only thing you can say is “daddy!” And “please!” Your gummy walls become tighter as he pounds on that soft spot inside of you, your core buring and your legs shaking, “f-fuck!” He moans. “You gonna cum baby? Cum for me? And I’ll fill you up with my babies” he says, you are screaming at this point begging to cum, “cum baby, cum for me” as soon as he says that you squirt all over his thighs and stomach as he fills you with his hot creamy liquid, when he pulls out you feel that burning sensation in your hot cunt as James scoops up his cum with his fingers and shoves it deep inside you, he puts his paints back on and pulls down your dress to cover your red acing pussy, oh but he’s not done, he turns you around and starts sucking on your tits, you moan out and grab his hair trying to push him off making him laugh, “aww look at my girl all fucked out.. how are we gonna get out of her with your dress ripped..? Wanna walk out and have everyone see your tits?” He asks sarcasticly and you shake your head and he chuckles and puts his leather jacket on you and zips it up and picks you up. “Your mine, don’t ever do that shit again, okay?” You nod and lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. “Goodnight my love”

Let’s just say you couldn’t walk for 3 weeks after that, but it was James fault, or maybe you liked it.. right?

AHH IDK IF THIS WAS SHIT OR NOTTTT. If you want me to remake it I willllllll💋💋🙈🙈sorry it’s kinda shortttt

[twdfan2010]

I need him in way that it’s hard bruh

[twdfan2010]

FINALLY SOME GOOD IZZY SMUT

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐖! (𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓! 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲/ 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭/ 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯)

You walked into the house trailing behind your boyfriend Izzy. “Izzy wait I’m sorry!” You yelled. Flash back

“𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲..“ 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫. “𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲. “𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲? 𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐚?“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 “𝐧𝐨.. 𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞..“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 “𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚-“ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

“Izzzyyy!” You yell practically chasing him , but as soon as you get into the room where he was he slammed you up against the door. “You think you can talk to other guys , huh? Goin around bein a slut? I bet you wanted to fuck him didn’t you.” Your breath gets caught in your throat “iz, no I didn’t! I-we where just talkin-“ he cuts you off “just talkin? That guy was hard and starin at your tits!” He says and points to your dress. You giggle “you were too…” you smile “shut the fuck up” Izzy says making you go silent “you gonna be a good girl, okay? You’re gonna go on the bed and take off that pretty little dress.” You nod and rush over to the bed and start taking off your dress. After you get it off you see Izzy starin at you. “Slutty little black panties I see” Izzy mumbles. “Take those off for me and play with your clit baby” you slowly slid off your panties and start playing with yourself. A little moan escapes your lips as your play with the bundle of nerves your hips jolt when you push harder. Izzy comes up to you and spreads your legs and spits on your hand and clit the hot spit going towards your acing hole and you moan out. “Oh your such a slut” Izzy groans “take off my pants baby”. You quickly do as he say and unbuttoned his jeans and pull them down. It’s your lucky day he didn’t have on underwear on. His cock sprung out of his pants and he groaned. His red acing tip leaked pre-cum. Izzy came closer to your face slapping it with his big cock. “Open” he commands, you open wide and Izzy shoves in groaning “ooo baby~” he moans as his tip reaches the back of your throat making you gag, Izzy slowly starts fucking your thoat as your eyes roll back and you helplessly gag. “Mmm shit sweetheart.. your throat is so tight~” he moans going faster , you feel it twitch in your throat and tears are running down your face and you moan around his dick making vibrations making him cum. His ropes of cum shot down your throat leaving a salty taste in your mouth as he pulls out. “You look so pretty baby…” he says making you smile. “Now get on all fours.” You get on all fours and with no warning or time to adjust he slams into you. You moan very loudly and he groans. “Shitt your tight” he starts pounding into you. “Ugh-! F-fuck iz- daddy!” You moan out “mmm baby” he groans grabbing your hips “Mmmm~” he hits your soft spot and as soon as he realizes he hits harder and you scream and moan and are begging him to slow down “daddy please! S-mmm- slow d-down!” “S’to much!” You whimper out “to much? I thought you were gonna be a good girl and take it? What happened to that? Hm?” He chuckles “uhhh~ I need to cum! Let me cum! Ohh fuck daddy s’to much! Please let me cum!” You beg “mmm, wanna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” “Y-yes yes! Please!” You beg. Izzy reached down and rubs your clit making your hips jolt and you scream as your high gets way closer. “Cum baby , cum” he hums as you squirt on his cock and collapse but he’s still pounding into you even faster before his thrusts get sloppy and slower and he’s now a moaning mess before he pulls out and cums all over your ass and collapses beside you. Izzy’s hand slowly goes to your leaking hole hand scoops your cum up and sticks his fingers in his mouth moaning at the taste “Damit you taste good” you let out a breathy giggle and he chuckles, you guys are both breathless and panting he pulls you into his chest. “You okay?” You nod so fucked out “im sorry that i got so mad.. your mine and i dont like you talking to other guys”. You nod and slowly drift to sleep. “Goodnight baby”..

“Round two?” He whispers making your eyes shoot open and he picks you up and runs to the bathroom…

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“Oh? You do want me to spank her little,raw cunt?” That unlocked something in me

okay so hear me out. fem!reader tied and gagged to an office chair, knees to her shoulders, spread wide. kai has been edging her for at least an hour for a webcam show (fingers, mouth, toys). she is creaming, crying, whimpering. kai won’t let her cum unless the guys watching the webcam show pay up. and when they do, he finally fucks her brains out and lets her cum.

Cam Girl - Kai Anderson

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cw: sex toys, edging, overstimulation, sex, webcam stuff

this request has been driving me crazy n I finally wrote it <3

You sat, front and centre, in the perfect view of your webcam. With heavy-lidded eyes, you could barely find the energy to watch what was happening on the screen in front of you. Your knees pressed hard against your shoulders, applying pressure just short of pain. Thick, heavy rope bound your legs open, exposing your dripping core to anyone who wanted to see it. Tape secured your tired body to the office chair that was already sticky and soaking from the hours you’d been sat on it.

Kai had disappeared for only a moment. A moment that was long enough to get your breath back. When he returned by your side, he let out a low whistle in disappointment. You knew that reaction. You knew that meant that you’d be stuck there for longer. Kai had spent the evening stimulating you to the edge. You didn’t know who was watching, or how much money you’d racked up. You were only a prop in Kai’s cam show; the cam show that funded his great cause.

“Steve! You sick fuck,” Kai laughed as he took off a black, latex glove to scroll through the pinging comments, “you know an extra grand will get you want you want.”

You just wanted to spit out the ball gag that was strapped to your mouth and scream. Your desperate gaze searched for Kai’s, and when it found his, Kai only shot you a small smirk.

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you baby?” All you could do was nod your head in response. Kai exhales a berated sigh, and reaches for the paddle on his desk. Oh god, please no - your insistent nodding quickly turned to a vigorous head shake. You were on the brink of passing out and more torture only meant you’d be further from reaching your climax.

“I can’t let you cum until Steve or, Alan Blayne, pays up,” Kai hunches over the desktop, continuing to read their comments, “oh? You do want me to spank her little, raw cunt?”

You cry from behind the gag, shaking your head harder to protest. The computer continues to ping as tips and messages come through, similar to a round of applause.

“It’s what they want baby,” Kai says to you cooly, positioning the paddle over your swollen clit, “are you gonna be a good girl for me and sit still?”

Regardless of how you were feeling, you knew that you’d have to obey. Nodding your head sullenly, you brace yourself for the first hit from the paddle.

“Good girl,” Kai growls, before he strikes your sore cunt with the head of the sex toy. Your eyes squeeze closed as you try to overcome the sting. Your cunt oozes arousal, making a greater mess of the office chair. Kai sinks a single digit into your weeping cunt, and your eyes shoot open in surprise.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Kai chuckles, reaching out and caressing your tear soaked cheek with the back of his hand.

Boisterous ringing, a like to dropping a stack of coins sound from the speakers. You exhale a breath of relief through your nose.

“Fuck yeah,” Kai bites his lip as his reaches for the hitachi on the desk, “looks like my our little bunny gets to cum tonight.”

Your core aches with anticipation as Kai clicks on the vibrator. The only thought you could muster was that you were finally going to be able to cum. Bracing yourself with excitement, you plead with Kai with your eyes.

“Not long now baby, you must be so desperate,” Kai drinks in your appearance. He wasn’t going to be letting you off after this, he needed to sink his cock into your begging cunt just to see how it felt. An easy extra grand for him.

Kai positions the head of the vibrator over your clit, hard. The vibrations surge through your core, tipping you closer to the edge faster than you thought.

“That’s it. Right there, isn’t it? You’re gonna cum so soon aren’t you?” Kai’s gloved fingers dip back into your cunt, digging into your swollen sweet spot with an expert curl of his long fingers.

Your head tilts back as the remainder of energy drains from you, stopping you from keeping it up right. His fingers work inside you fast, and complimented by the fast vibrations, the coil in your belly snaps.

“Let go bunny, cum,” Kai finger-fucks you until you’re screaming, muffled to Kai’s and the viewers’ advantage by the gag. Waves of ecstasy billow through your exhausted body, as it convulses in time with the intense vibrations.

Kai chucks the vibrator to the side and slips off his pants and boxers. Hovering above you, he spits on his rock-hard cock and drives it towards your oversensitive cunt. His palms rest on the insides of your thighs as he bottoms out seamlessly inside you, filling you to the brink with his entire length.

“Ohh fuck,” Kai seethes between grit teeth, as he ruts his hips into yours. The tears continue to stream down your face as you toss fiercely within your tight constraints.

“Gonna fill that pretty, sensitive pussy up with my cum okay? Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my cock right now.” Kai spreads your legs impossibly wider with his force, stuffing his cock deeper inside you with every unforgiving thrust.

You continue to sob as the fire in your belly overwhelms you, letting you know you’re going to cum again. The ringing from the desktop and the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy fill your ears as your body gives in to another orgasm.

“Good fucking girl, that’s another orgasm for me,” Kai bites at your exposed shoulder. His balls slap against your skin from how hard he’s driving into your cunt.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” Kai groans as he empties his load inside you, filling you to the brink with the cum he’d been saving for you for hours.

He pulls out of your cunt with a wet pop, turning to the desktop and leaving you moving in and out of consciousness.

“That’s almost four grand tonight. See you next week, suckers!”

Kai turns off his computer. He turns to you and works fast to untie the rope and rip off the tape. It felt so good when you finally got to sit up and close your shaking legs. The ball gag was last to go, but not without dripping spit down your chest.

“My bunny, my little sex toy,” Kai cups your face and litters it with kisses. You wearily smile at him, ready to shower and go to bed. You both got what you wanted.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he coos, scooping you up in his arms, “time to hit the shower.”