#Carl with his hot boy hair!

[childoftheriver]

Oh the boys

#Carl Palmer #keith emerson #greg lake #Carl with his hot boy hair! #and that pretty face #he’s just beautiful #keith looking SO badass in those boots #and so hot #Gregory #what is that face? #smiling under duress? lmao #he’s so tall and big and hot #and his hair #omg #they are the hottest boys #if I only had a Time Machine #I would get in BIG trouble #elp #emerson lake and palmer #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

Aaaaaa I'm not used to Tumblr so I really hope I'm doing this right! ^^' but uhhh soft dom Carl taking care of reader after a rough day.. eating her out, kissing and sucking all over, then fucking her into the mattress until she's come so many times that she can't take it anymore 😳 pretty please?

rough day || carl grimes x reader

warnings: smut, swearing, soft!dom carl, sub!reader.

a/n: this is my 3rd fic i’ve written today i think! i’m doing my best to get all these requests done. i’m not accepting any more smuts for now until i finish all my smut requests, which is all of them. send me some angst, some fluff!!!

you’ve had the worst day today, nothing had gone your way. first of all, when you went on a quick run with rosita early in the morning, you were being chased by walkers and you fucking fell down. the walker was so close to biting your leg off. then rosita lectured you about safety and that if it happens again, then both of you probably would’ve been bitten.

you then returned from the run and went to the supplies to tara. you were in her house and carol was there helping with the rationing. you were sat on your chair and your legs were splayed out in comfort from all the walking you and rosita did. carol then tripped over, earning her a bloody nose when she fell face first.

she seemed very very pissed at you, no matter how many times you apologised, she just rolled her eyes at you. you internally groaned knowing you fucked up. carol held grudges so you weren’t expecting her to forgive you so easily.

that’s not it, tara asked you to go fetch medicine from denise. you did that all fine, no problems. you fetched the medicine and was making your way out. suddenly, you collided into daryl, you apologised immediately knowing that he would get mad easily as well. “watch where you’re going kid.” he spat at you, what was going on with you today?!

the only time you were happy was when you were in the arms of the boy you loved most, carl. you were sitting on his laps, arms wrapped around his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him. “i’ve had the worst day today.” you mentioned, you then proceeded to tell him about everything. how rosita lectured you, tripping up carol and knocking into daryl.

whilst you were talking about your horrible day, carl couldn’t help but let his hands linger down to your ass. “carry on princess, what else happened.” he soothed, he moved your hair away from your neck, and started kissing. you whimpered at the feeling, his cold lips against your hot skin. “i know a couple of ways to help you calm down.” he smirked into your skin.

“show me, please.” you breathed out, hands moving to tug and carls hair. he switched you guys around, laying you on your back whilst he crawled on top of you. he held your cheek, kissing you passionately. he let his tongue swipe across your lip, wanting access into your mouth. you opened you mouth slightly, giving him permission to let him in. he caressed his hands all over your body, feeling you everywhere.

he moved away for a second to take off your shirt, “can i?” he asked, you nodded and he unclasped your bra. you winced as the cold air tingled your body, he moved down and wrapped his warm mouth around your cold bud. he sucked gently, holding and squeezing onto your boobs. he then made his way down to your pants, he removed them and looked up and you for permission to remove your underwear. you nodded, grabbing onto your boob as he took your underwear off.

he held your legs open, kissing your thighs, biting and sucking. “carl, please.” you whined, you hate but love when carl teased you. carl immediately dived in, sucking your clit into his mouth. he went to your hole, fucking his tongue into it before letting his tongue move back up to your clit. he circled your clit with his tongue, he held your thighs in place to stop you from moving everywhere. he went back to your hole, circling his tongue around it, his nose nudging just perfectly onto your clit. you moaned, nearing your orgasm.

“fuck, carl, i’m gonna cum.” you moaned, trapping carls head in your thighs. you bucked your hips into carls mouth, your cum smeared across his mouth to his chin. carl came back up, you whimpered at the sight of carls body. he leaned down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

you felt carls cock nudge against your entrance, he slowly entered in, letting your adjust to his size. no matter how many times you guys fucked, you never got used to the size of him. you pulled carl down to kiss him, he held onto your hips, fucking you hard. you were moaning uncontrollably, carl always knew how to make you feel good. carl groaned into your mouth, “shit, princess, you feel so good.”

you whined, “carl i’m gonna cu-“ you got cut off by carl kissing you harsh, his pace going faster. he went at an ungodly pace, your legs shook around his waste as you both came. you felt him twitch, emptying inside of you. you both stayed like that to regain composure.

“feeling better baby?”

“so much better.” you giggled.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

thank you for the request anon!

not proofread

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes smut #carl grimes twd #carl x you #smut #twd smut #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes fic #carl grimes fanfic #carl grimes fanfiction

[carlplsrailme]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: getting caught kissing rick grimes son, by rick grimes is probably the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you.

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

wc: 600

request: can you write something like carl and reader getting caught making out ITS BEEN ON MY MIND ALL DAU😭🙏🏾

cw: kissing, getting caught.

The heat was prominent as you stood crossed armed in the middle of Alexandria's walls. The summer warmth collecting on your skin, nipping at your cheeks and nose while your warn out white tank and blue jeans didn't help your situation.

you watched as people ate their lunch and moved on, not hungry yourself. 

"I'd expect you to be down there eating by now, it's your favorite" you looked to the side to see Carl, long brown hair sitting on his shoulders as his smile, ah, more of a smirk held upbeat on his lips.

"yeah, well, not really in the mood right now..I'll have some later" you smiled, turning back as Carl laid his back on the wall as well

"ya'know, watching people eat isn't really that great of a hobby" he pried, you rolled your eyes as he pushed and pushed before you asked him what he really wanted

"I have new comic books, new ones we can read together!" he grinned like a little boy, you scoffed as you wore a smile back at him.

"you could've just led with that"

.

now, you sat crossed-legged on his bed. he tossed around his desk, talking to you about the new comics and all, you listened intently as he twirled around with a...gift in his hand?

pink paper wrapped a book-shaped figure with a thread tying into a bow. your furrowed brows were enough for him to realize how oblivious you were

"uh..this is for you.." he suddenly became shy, cheeks red and it wasn't from the suns rays coming from the window

"for me? why?" 

"ugh, just take it..it's a...present for you" you grabbed it and started to tear the paper off, slowly peeling away to see a book cover that was all too familiar

"oh my goodness, Carl! holy shit you really got it!" you squealed as you see the "1" on the cover, the book you've been trying to get for the longest time as you only had the other ones... except for the first one of course.

"yeah, well, I was on a run and uhm..it was just...there" yeah, it wasn't just there. he had to kill a small herd of walkers that were in the store just because he saw a glimpse of it through the window..but...he'd never tell you that

"that's amazing! thank you!" you kicked your feet liked a little girl as Carl became flustered at the pure sight of your happiness, something he doesn't get to see often

you ran up and gave him a hug, pulling away to look him in the eye, emotions getting the best of you as you contemplate finally acting on your feelings...and...you do.

you lean in and finally. fucking finally kiss him. his soft lips you've always looked at sucked into yours as your both held each other tight, soon you both found yourselves on the bed, with you on his lap, nothing sexual, just loveness and pureness.

you held his face as he held your waist, your head twisting as you attempt to kiss him even deeper, and then..

"Carl, you never-" Rick opened the door up, and with raw fear you tumbled off him and Rick watched with nothing but shock

"Dad!"

"Oh..Oh...um..my bad" he walked back before closing the door, and then opening it just an inch before running down the stairs, you felt hot but not in the way before, hot with embarrassment

"I-I'm so sorry" Carl stuttered, upset and embarrassed that that was how your first kiss went

you burst out laughing as you tried to put yourself together, Carl joined you in a couple of seconds, your laugh too intoxicating not to. 

so maybe not the best first kiss, but certainly one to remember..

oh and, Rick gave the...talk right after to a very shameful Carl

an: hiii guys! i haven't wrote fluff in a while <3 had kinda a bad day so this was really nice for me to write...ilysm! ♡

#twd carl grimes #twd carl #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead fanfiction #carl grimes fanfic #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes headcannon #carl grimes x you #the walking dead family #the walking dead comics #the walking dead fandom #the walking dead roleplay #the walking dead x you #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead imagines #thewalkingdead oneshots #thewalkingdead imagines #the waking dead #thewalkingdead

[juuuulez]

WE NEED MORE CARL JERKING KFF HEDCANNONS PLSSS

can’t believe i’ve just done a carl grimes jerking off trilogy…….but i have no regrets

once again, turned this one into a small oneshot, with x reader!!! soooo enjoy (also could definitely be read as same reader from capulet)

NSFW under the cut, all characters depicted are 18+, MDNI.

Due to your relationship being secret, yourself and Carl often had to go outside the compounds of both Alexandria and the Sanctuary to truly enjoy each others company.

Because of this, you two struggled to be intimate with each-other, as the time and place was never right. It was always too dangerous, or there wasn’t enough time.

Usually, you’d meet in the woods. It was like a fun game, stalking around the trees, careful not to make any noise. Whoever saw the other first got to lunge, try and capture their prey.

The two of you would roll through the twigs and grass, fighting to see who could pin the other down, prevail as the strongest. It didn’t really matter, except for bragging rights, until your next scheduled tousle.

You’d ended up near a fallen tree, Carl still squirming on the floor as he attempts to get you off him, but you’re determined to stand your ground. You snake your hands up his arms, using all your strength to pin his wrists above his head.

That’s it, he’s lost. As such, he accepts his punishment (or reward, for feeding your ego?), letting your mouth come down onto his to capture it in a hot kiss.

It’s heated, feverish from the start, licking into Carl’s mouth, your tongues swirling together in a mess of teeth and spit. It’s always like this, as if it’s the last time you’ll ever see each-other, that this moment will cease to exist ever again.

You take mercy on him, releasing his wrists from your grip, allowing him to grab onto the flesh of your hips. Now, you can snake one hand into his hair, the other gripping just below his jaw.

Wanting to shift into a better position, one where you can feel him under you, you sit up. Eager to keep your lips connected, Carl follows, shifting backwards enough so that he’s leaning against the fallen tree, with you seated on his lap.

A steady rhythm grows, arms tangled around each-other, holding on like a lifeline. You develop a slight motion of rocking against him, the movement encouraging your heated makeout session, Carl palming your ass over the thick fabric of your jeans.

Eventually, breathless, you pull away. It calms down, transitioning into something softer, peaceful. You kiss over Carl’s face, lips dancing on his cheeks, forehead, nose. In turn, he tilts his head back, resting against the tree while you adorn his body with your love.

Deciding you’ve spent too long here, guards down, you begin to stand. Carl’s hands fall from your hips, his back straightening again, eyes downcast.

You follow his gaze, a small grin spreading on your face. “My poor boy.” You coo, leaning back in to kiss at Carl’s cheek, an embarrassed blush spreading across his pale skin.

There was an obvious tent in his jeans, arousal having developed over the course of your making out and heavy petting. It was impossible to miss, and you openly acknowledging it caused Carl to squirm at the attention.

When you reach down, letting your palm ghost over the bulge, his breath hitches. “You don’t have to. It’ll go away.” He assure you, that nervous glint in his eye. So cute.

“No, no, I want to.” You tell him, one hand settling on Carl’s hip, the other working at his belt buckle. He calms down a little at this, leaning back against the tree, submitting to your actions. Yet, he’s still watching you observantly, wanting to gauge your every reaction.

His cock is half-hard in your palm, slender and pale as the rest of him. You give it a few slow, leisurely strokes, savouring the way it hardens under your touches, growing to its full length. The tip reddens, a pinkish hue enveloping the head of his dick, appearing strained just from the slightest ministrations.

Carl let’s out a soft moan, causing your gaze to flicker up to him. In response, he clamps his teeth down on his bottom lip, silencing any other reactions. But your smile is sweet and caring, despite how you’re currently jerking him off, leaning in to continue kissing over his cheek, then down to his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. Let me hear you. It’s just us.”

It’s impossible to resist, causing Carl to grip onto your arm, his other hand fisting the leaves and dirt as he pants heavily next to your ear. You practically thrive off his reactions, learning exactly what makes him feel good, trying to wring as much pleasure from the boy.

When you squeeze over the head, his legs jolt upwards, body curling inwards, towards you. You continue the motion, running your thumb over his throbbing tip, watching as Carl drops his head onto your shoulder with a needy moan.

It’s perfect, so perfect.

You continue to pleasure him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you twist your hand over Carl’s cock, over and over, manipulating your actions as he nears the edge. Faster, tighter, and then you’re putting a firm pressure on the swollen head, nibbling on his neck, as sticky streams of white finally spill onto your enclosed fist.

“Good boy.” You whisper, continuing to milk out his orgasm as you nurse Carl’s softening cock, careful not to let it brush against the rough fabric of his jeans.

With a sultry grin, you bring your hand up, watching his wrecked face as you lick the substance from your palm. It’s salty, coating your tongue and lingering on your tastebuds, leaving the hand shiny with saliva.

The lewd act causes Carl to gasp, eyes blown wide as he watches you, absorbed by this side he’s never seen before. His body still tingles from the aftershocks, and when you lean forward to kiss him again, he can already feel himself returning to attention.

He’ll never jerk off alone again.

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x you

[chrisevansispapi]

: ̗̀➛Not Known✧˚ · .

(lloyd x fem!reader)

! SMUT ! BREEDING KINK! PRAISE KINK! BRUISING KINK!

My heels clicked at the very shiny hardwood floor of Lloyd's manor. "Lloyd! I'm here" I say exaggerating the 'e' He walked down the stairs with a smug smile on his face, "Such a good girl, finding the drive fo' me" Lloyd walked up to me with his black pants and patterned shirt.

"I like the look today" I say fixing the buttons of the shirt, "where's my drive, sunshine? Dont keep me waitin'' Lloyd said in a more dominating voice.

I took it out of my pockets and showed him. Swinging it infront of his face, "there you are, daddy" "Now can i get my reward?" I asked pouting at him, he lifted my chin with his thumb, connecting his lips with mine and pulling at my chin to let him in my mouth, his and I's tongue clashing together, tasting each other.

He pulled away, "You'll get the rest, if you figure out how to work this damn drive" Lloyd said, "But, you promised me-" he cut me off with his hand on my waist, "Either figure it out or you do not get anything"

I frown at him, "Why can't Carl do it? He's the tech boy!" I complained, "then go get Carl" Lloyd spoke.

"I will and I will have that reward right after" I walked past Lloyd, he glanced over his shoulder looking at my every step, I walked in the quarters, "Carl!" I yelled, "Y-yes ma'am" Carl started stuttering, "Get this to work" I dropped the drive in his hand.

"Ma'am, this just needs to be plugged in a phone or a pc to work" the short skinny boy told me, "Thanks" I turned on my heels and made a beeline to Lloyd, "You just have to plug it in a phone or a pc, dumbass" I pushed it in his chest, "Now, shall I have you?" I looked him head to foot, he smirked.

"You shall have every part, thank you,my love" Lloyd kissed my hand.

____

We got into his amazing bedroom, he quickly locked the doors and took off my dress, revealing the white lingerie pieces, "So beautiful" Lloyd turned me around, my back facing him, his hands groped my tits tightly, playing with them, "stop teasing, mhmgh" I moaned, Lloyd kissed my shoulder.

I pull him lower, kissing him deeply.

I pulled away turning to face him, Lloyd's hands were quick to unclasp my bra, he sat me down on his bed.

Lloyd knelt down taking my stockings off and along with it my thong,he slipped his hands to my heat feeling my wetness,he stood up and took his clothes off revealing himself.

"Lay down, cheri" I place myself on his king sized bed,Lloyd casually licks his lips and got closer to me, caressing my face with his calloused hand, pulling my face up to meet his lips.

“Beautiful,mon cheri” Lloyd kept kissing my lips till it was bruising, “You’re teasing me,Lloyd—you want your best girl to stop workin’ for you?”I spoke up,His finger met my lips, “We wouldn’t want that,do we? Because if you quit on me,I don’t earn a cent and if I don’t earn,you don’t get precious gifts” Lloyd laid me down,cracking my legs open,teasing my clit with his thumb,earning unholy sounds from my mouth.

“Lloyd—daddy please” I whined,He connected his lips with my heat,and his fingers slowly entering my hole, “augh,Daddy…” his tongue worked its magic as my hands ran through his hair and pulled him closer.

“Oh my god!” He kept hitting the right spots with his finger, making me closer to my high, “Daddy,right there”I yelled.

“I’m fucking close” I moaned as my hand gripped tighter on his hair, “I- mhmm” I came onto him, he rose his face from heat,collecting my juices from the corners of his lips and licked it, “so sweet” his fat cock was getting hard as rock and precum almost leaking out, “fuck me daddy” I said,he towered over me and started to make out with me, his tongue still tasting like me, “God,you’re so hot” He caressed my face.

He thrusted himself into me without a warning,earning a helpless whimper from me, “augh!” I moaned as he moved,and thrusted in and out of me, “my beautiful wife” Another grunt from him, “such an honor” I snicker as he kept moving in and out of me, grunt after grunt and moan after moan.

He ran his hand through my waist, switching our position with me on top of him,riding him.

Lloyd grunted as he kept hitting my cervix with his tip, my g spot was abused by his large cock, “just like that,cheri” he held a bruising grip on my hips.

My head leant back as I rode him, “gonna fill you up with my babies” Lloyd kissed my tits,sucking on it,leaving blue and violet lovemarks

“Daddy— please breed me,mmhmm” I held onto his shoulders as I rode him in a faster pace, “Cum in me!” I kissed him, tongue in his throat.

“I’m close,baby” Lloyd said, sucking on my neck leaving hickeys as big as alaska, “y-yeah me too,daddy” my pace was getting sloppy as I let myself melt onto Lloyd’s chest still riding him.

“Cum now,cheri” I clenched on his cock before letting go and cumming on him, I pressed a bruising kiss to Lloyd’s plump lips,he came in me just like he promised.

I was panting and hugging the sweaty Lloyd, “does anybody know?” I asked Lloyd, “probably, we’ve been wearing our rings around they should just assume it” he kissed my head.

“Lloyd,did you mean it?”I asked him, “what do you mean,cherie?” He asked back, “you know, what you said in your vow,yesterday?” I asked.

“Shall my bones be broken but I will always walk home to you, shall my ego be high but I will always promise to never hurt you physically or mentally with it, shall my attitude be cold but to you I would always find light to melt the ice in my veins, Ink or not,Dirt or Rust.I love you”

“I meant every word” He kissed me,I touch the bruise I left on his chest yesterday. “Ink or not,I love you so much” I caress his wounded cheek, “I love you more” Lloyd smiled.

#chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen #chris evans characters #chris evans x reader #chris evans #lloyd hansen x you #chris evans one shot

[cooliestghouliest]

LOVE ME TWO TIMES, ch. one

(chapter one) (chapter two)

PAIRING: eventual Mungrove x Reader

SUMMARY: Struggling to come to terms with the abrupt abandonment of your father, you’re left with two options – attend an “all girls’ therapeutic boarding academy” that’s really more Bedlam Insane Asylum than trusty reformative school, or move half-way across the country to a small town in Indiana to live with your older brother, Rick. The upheaval of your life in Fresno might just end up being a little star-crossed and a whole lot serendipitous.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k+

SERIES TAGS: angst. some pretty heavy topics in later chapters. just enough fluff to hopefully balance it all out. eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI). eventual love triangle. neurodiversity. dom/sub undertones (dom!Billy, switch!Eddie, switch!Reader), also bi!Eddie and bi!Reader but confused!Billy. drugs and drug addiction. no use of Y/N (but much use of nicknames and pet names). Reefer Rick is Matthew Lillard circa Senseless. more TBA as the story progresses.

CHAPTER TAGS: absent dads and mean moms. brief mention of self-destructive tendencies (way more about that later). your brother's a total cockblock. long-winded parental background information. this is really just some stage setting before we get into the nitty gritty.

A/N: this is my favorite fic i've ever written, and now it's coming at you re-edited. it's my verbose word child, sprinkled with a few What The Fuck and Holy Shit moments, dolled up with some silly humor and a dose of hot (and often borderline depraved) smut. a lot's already planned for this, so i hope you enjoy. :-)

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chapter title: O Brother, Where Art Thou?

You weren’t expecting the high pitch of the doorbell that sounded throughout your colonial-style home, and proof of that was now spilled all over the kitchen floor.

Tiny green buds were sprinkled across the white-and-black linoleum tile, some scattered in the blonde mess of curls that belonged to the boy kneeling before you, his mouth busy between your legs.

You’d been attempting to multitask, rolling a joint while twisted awkwardly at the dining table, the quarterback’s head shrouded by your bare thighs, lapping noisily at your wet center.

You huffed out a frustrated sigh at the spillage, but it quickly turned into a moan when goldilocks gave a particularly harsh suck on your clit.

“You needa get that?” he mumbled against your folds, tongue halting its assault only to speak before diving back in, showing no intention of stopping.

You shook your head, one hand moving to tangle in the his hair, the other crumbling up the now empty and useless rolling paper. “Uh-uh… prob’ly just some Mormons,” you answer, beginning to rock your hips up into the warm mouth covering your cunt. “I don’t wanna be saved.”

Chris… or Carl… or Craig… whatever his name was, laughed, the sound vibrating nicely against your heat. Your toes curled at the sensation, thighs wrapping tight around his ears.

He moaned appreciatively at your movement, running his tongue flat against the length of your opening. Maybe you could keep this one around. He liked New Kids on the Block unironically, but holy shit, he knew what to do with his mouth.

The bell rang again.

And then again, and again, and again.

“Oh, little seeeee-eeee-ster!” came a familiar male voice from the other side of the front door. “I know you’re in there, Bean. I can see your shadow in the kitchen!”

You shot up straight, aligning your posture and pulling Chris Carl Craig from between your legs by the grip you had in his hair. He gave an unappealing whine, his fingers moving up to console his scalp.

Standing quickly, you adjusted your pleated skirt so it fell normal again, just above your knees. “Up, up, up,” you impatiently urged the jock still kneeling on the ground, smoothing your clothing and hair to make sure nothing looked too out of place.

“Who is that?” the blonde asked, finally following you into a standing position, large hand still cradling his head. “Still the Mormons?”

“It was never Mormons, Chet,” you said, hoping your shot-in-the-dark guess at his name was right.

It wasn’t.

“It’s Chad,” he said, eyes beginning to narrow. Whether it was in suspicion, confusion, annoyance, or a combination of all three, you didn’t know. And it didn’t matter. You needed to get him out of here without your new visitor catching sight of him, or else you knew you’d never hear the end of it. Chad was still intent on conversing, though. “We’ve literally been in the same school district since, like, kindergarten.”

You bit your lower lip, offering a sheepish smile. “Right,” you said. “I know that.” You didn’t. “Sorry. Head’s a little loopy right now. Your tongue could win awards.”

With Chad’s newfound cocky grin, you knew the flattery angle had worked out. It usually did. Boys were such suckers for some ego stroking.

“Oh, fuckin’ right!” you heard from the front door, the visitor’s voice now cheerful. The door handle began to jangle, and you heard the sound of a key in the lock.

He must have found the spare. Of course he had. He’d only lived here his entire childhood, just like you.

The key had been in the same place it always had been since moving to Fresno -- under the coir doormat that read Definitely Not a Trap Door, courtesy of your father. He’d made it for the family after moving from Chicago to California for his new teaching position at CSU in ‘70. Your mom still hadn't gotten around to throwing it out, even though she’d managed to get rid of almost everything else inside the home that reminded her of her ex-husband.

The door swung open and there stood your older brother in all his punk rock, Fuck-the-Bourgeoisie glory. Short bleached blonde hair, numerous facial piercings, ripped Dead Kennedys t-shirt, tight red tartan pants, muddy black Doc Martens. He was smiling wide, dopey.

Fuckin' Rick.

You started to match his expression, unable to resist your brother’s effortless and childlike charm, but your smile fell flat when Rick’s now disapproving gaze landed on the blonde still standing at your side.

“A Letterman, Bean? Really?” Rick asked you incredulously, having spotted Chad’s football jacket as the jock in question slid it from its place on the kitchen chair to rest over his broad shoulder.

“What?” you asked Rick coyly, quickly eyeing Chad. “You know I don’t discriminate. I’m a true equal opportunist.”

Chad seemed oblivious to the underlying context of the conversation between the pair of siblings. He was watching the two of you interact with seemingly nothing behind his eyes.

God, so cute but so totally stupid.

You closed the distance between the two of you, Chad looking hopeful he was going to be kissed or something, but you instead reached your hand out to pluck a few pieces of weed from his hair. “You can go now,” you told him, finger tapping his nose lightly.

Chad’s face scrunched at your touch but he then shrugged it off, picking his backpack up off the kitchen floor before making his way to the front door. “See ya at school,” he said to you over his shoulder. Stopping briefly next to your brother, Chad assessed him before saying, “Um, bye, whoever you are.”

Rick pulled his lips into a tight line, raising his brows in amusement. He clapped his hand hard on Chad’s back a few times before pushing the footballer out the door. “Later, loverboy.”

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An hour and a half later, you and Rick were seated on opposite ends of the tufted tuxedo sofa in the living room. A box of half-eaten extra cheese pizza laid open in between the two of you.

Some low budget horror VHS was playing on the TV across from the couch, the volume low. You thought it was called Ghoulies. You kept catching glances of tiny, ugly wet looking monsters scurrying on the screen out of your peripheral.

You’d been talking to Rick about senior year at Fresno Central High (you said you were doing great, straight A’s across the board, but in reality, you were failing everything but English and Music).

You'd been talking about work at Spins and Needles, the record store you’d been employed at for a little over two years now (you told him you’d gotten promoted to Assistant Manager, which was true, but you left out the fact that you were on Strike Two of Three for blowing off shifts to get high with some goth kids that routinely came in a few hours before closing).

And you'd been talking about your mom (this you were honest about – “She’s still a huge bitch, Rick, that hasn’t changed”).

But then he tried to bring up your dad, asking in an obnoxiously forced nonchalant tone if you’d heard from him lately.

But then he tried to bring up your dad, asking in an obnoxiously forced nonchalant tone if you’d heard from him lately.

That’s where you stopped him.

You were not going to talk about your dad.

Flipping the pizza box lid shut harshly, you sat up straight and faced him.

“Why are you really here?” you demanded.

Rick sighed, defeated.

He knew you’d catch on soon enough that this supposed innocent visit was actually a planned mission. He’d just been hoping maybe you’d be the one to breach the topic of going back to Indiana with him. Maybe you wanted out of this Californian hellhole. A chance at a fresh start, hundreds of miles away.

But he knew you recently had developed a penchant for self-destruction and self-catastrophizing, which meant getting you to see the bright side and the positives of his request was going to be near impossible.

Still, he had to try.

“Mom called me,” he admitted, which earned him a dramatic eye roll from you. “I know you’re failing your classes. I know your boss has been blowing up the landline wondering why you keep closing up shop so early. And I know mom’s a bitch. I’m trying to save you from her. She said she’s thinking of enrolling you into St. Mary’s.” Rick wasn’t surprised at the bewildered scoff you gave to that, St. Mary’s being Indiana’s notorious Catholic boarding school for wayward girls. He’d finally gotten to the point, the real reason he was there: “Come stay with me in Hawkins, Bean.”

“Wow, Rick, so noble. It only took you, what, ten years to come back for me?”

Rick couldn’t help but flinch, your wounding words accusing. And accurate.

It was true.

Rick, at twenty, had left Fresno in an old RV he’d bought for dirt cheap, with plans to travel the country and get the fuck away from his parents, Ronald and Maureen Lipton.

Or, away from his mother, really.

Ron Lipton was generally fine -- until a certain point in his life. To outsiders, the man seemed to be very happy and very put-together, successfully established in both his home life and his career.

Ron and Maureen had gotten married just a few short months following their high school graduation, after finding out Maureen was pregnant with Rick.

With the draft ever present, Ron enlisted in the army, while Maureen enlisted the help of her mother-in-law to take care of Rick (and eventually you, once you were born, conceived on one of Ron’s short stints back home), so she could work on her doctorate in psychiatry.

After being honorably discharged a handful of years later, Ron had gotten his Master’s degree in education and creative writing.

To the public, Ronald and Maureen Lipton were fantastic at keeping up the facade of Perfect Suburban Family.

In private, however, the Lipton household was like living in a layer of Hell.

Where Ron was imaginative and endlessly inquisitive, instilling a love of storytelling and curiosity in his children, Maureen was passive aggressive and judgemental, harboring jealousy for the relationship her children had with her husband. This eventually festered a spiteful dynamic between her and Ron, and between her and her offspring as well.

When the two of you were younger, Rick in his late teens and you in your last years of elementary school, one of your favorite backyard games was to wonder aloud to each other how and why your parents had ever even gotten together in the first place.

You were both sure that it must have been an arranged marriage of some sorts.

Rick thought maybe your grandparents had made a deal with the devil, and to ensure the safety of the family, Ronald and Maureen were forced to be betrothed for life.

You thought maybe Maureen was an evil sorceress who had cast a spell on your father, trapping him in a loveless marriage that he was an unsuspecting victim in.

The truth was not stranger than fiction.

The reason behind their nuptials was simple, really: Ronald was raised to believe he needed to provide for his family, and after having knocked Maureen up not only once but twice, he was resigned to the fact that this was his path in life.

Devoted father, loving husband.

While he couldn’t stand his wife, her harshness and indignation usurping any positive characteristics she may have once had, Ron did love his children. Dearly.

Rick was his wild child; his rebellious, rambunctious trouble maker.

Ron would sit on the front porch late at night, waiting for Rick to get home and tell him all about his latest escapades. What parties he’d gone to, what girls he’d kissed, whether he preferred the high from acid or mushrooms more. Ron lived vicariously through his son, encouraging the boy to play hard, but to play hard responsibly.

You were Ron’s Little Leia of Alderaan; his opinionated, open-minded warrior, brave enough to stand up to any bully who’d dare to make fun of you or your friends. You were Ron’s daydreamer, his whimsical muse, his daily reminder that there was still innocent softness in this cruel world.

You would have Daddy Daughter Dates twice a week, where you’d do things like go to the roller rink or have picnics in the park, and they always ended with a two scoop mint chocolate chip ice cream cone shared between the both of you.

But Ron’s love for his life dwindled the second he stepped foot inside his house -- where he was forced to occupy space with his resentful excuse of a wife, a woman who would never miss a beat to berate him for every choice he’d ever made in his life.

With your older brother gone, the squabbles between Ron and Maureen got worse.

Rick had been able to placate his father and put himself in the line of Maureen’s fire, taking her verbal hits so his father didn’t have to. You, being only ten when Rick had left, didn’t have much ground to stand on with your parents arguing, and trying to step in as Rick had would usually only make things escalate.

Ron fantasized about leaving, starting over anew. The immediate and resounding “no” that his subconscious always answered himself with, thinking of the kids, dwindled down over time, until all of his fantasizing led him to making actual plans of departure.

Last year, right before summer break was set to start, Ron finally left.

Having taken PTO from the campus, he’d waited that morning for Maureen to leave for work and for you to be on the bus to school. Alone, he took the time to pack all of his belongings, leaving only a few things behind, all with you in mind -- things to remind you of him in his absence. He’d intended on coming back for you as soon as possible, wanting to settle in somewhere before dragging his daughter into his uprooted life.

But it was over a year now that Ron had been gone, and you could count on one hand the amount of times he’d reached out to you.

You could count them on two fingers, actually.

The first time was the night after he’d left, when he’d tried explaining to you his reasoning, which you weren’t at all interested in hearing. You were beside yourself that he’d left you, just like Rick had, except Rick was your brother and that was normal, but Ron was your daddy and he was supposed to always be there.

Your mother, in anger that Ron would attempt to talk to you and not her, had disconnected the call, and while you waited by the phone all night for him to call back, he never did.

The second and last time he reached out was a few months ago, via letter for your 18th birthday. It was postmarked with an address in Fort Worth, Texas. When you’d tried writing back, you'd found the letter you'd sent in your mailbox a week later, marked Return to Sender.

It was mid-November now, and you hadn’t heard from him since.

At least Rick had kept in touch after he’d left.

He’d sent you care packages every month since arriving to Indiana in '81. They were full of sci-fi and horror books he’d found at the local Goodwill or Salvation Army, newspaper clippings for outlandish Classified segments, scribbled notes on stained notebook paper detailing concerts he’d gone to and new bands he thought you should check out.

Remembering this, you softened quickly after accusing Rick of abandoning, your biting comment causing guilt to swirl in your stomach.

Rick had his reasons to leave, you understood that. He was allowed to live his life. And even though he’d done just that, left and lived his life, he still always managed to keep tabs on you. The two of you hadn’t gone more than a few weeks without letters sent or parcels mailed back and forth since he’d first left home.

Never there, but never gone. Not really.

That was more than you could say for your father.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” you admitted, even though the hurt words you spoke did hold some kernel of truth. “It’s just… I don’t wanna have to start all over somewhere else.”

“It’ll be good for you,” Rick promised, choosing to let the accusation of his abandonment slide. He was sure you'd both get into it more later, considering it was a conversation that was long overdue. “The house is too big for just me anyway, and you know I’m fuckin’ shit at decorating. I’ve basically just been using beer cans for bookends and stuff like that – you could make it look way cozier.”

You laughed, sure your brother wasn’t exaggerating.

Rick was about as anti-capitalist as you could get, and that included being a minimalist when it came to possessions. Give the man a hand-me-down couch, a little TV, some weed, his cassettes, and a subscription to Playboy, and he’d be content for the rest of his life.

You were the opposite.

You loved things.

You had many different collections you’d amassed over the years -- your vast assortment of books had spilled from the two bookshelves in your room to several stacks littered throughout the house, much to your mother's annoyance; your vinyls were shoved into four big storage bins stacked under your octagonal bedroom window, which you draped a blanket over and used as a makeshift window seat nook; your cliques of creepy looking dolls you’d collected from estate sales and antique shops crowded your bed, your vanity, the storage shelf in your closet; the bug assemblages you’d been adding to since your childhood had their own corner of your room, little homes full of ladybugs, ants, and deathwatch beetles.

The idea that you could expand your knack for interior embellishing (hoarding, really) further than the confines of one room was one thing that made you start to consider taking Rick’s offer seriously.

That, and the realization that finally getting the fuck out of Fresno might not be such a bad idea.

Because what did you have there anymore, anyway? Shit grades? A handful of mean exes? A dead-end job?

Was any of that worth staying for?

You thought of your dad trying to reach out to you via telephone, imagined your mother answering and telling him you’d moved away and no longer lived there.

If it were only a few months since Ron had left, you didn’t think you would have gone with Rick back to Hawkins. You would have stayed just for the mere possibility that your dad would show up on the doorstep one day, begging for your forgiveness for leaving you alone with your coldhearted mother.

However, it was over a year now that he’d been gone. One year, four months, and fifteen days... if anyone was counting.

You’d never verbally admit it, but you still were.

There was a page hidden in the back of your diary where you kept track.

Your hopefulness was starting to make you sick.

Maybe a change wouldn’t be so bad.

Going back to Hawkins with Rick sure beat being forced to attend an all girls’ reformatory school, one with a reputation that claimed the headmaster performed shock therapy on students in lieu of giving them detentions.

You were sure that was just a rumor, but still. You didn’t want to take any chances.

“Bean, let me be there for you,” Rick said, reaching over to grasp your hand with his fingers. You noted his nails were painted a lime green. “It’ll be just like when we were kids, except now you’re older and actually cool so I won’t be embarrassed to introduce you to all my friends.” Dipping his head to the side, he wiggled his pierced brows, a grin toying on his lips as he added, “And we can smoke weed in the house.”

Pretending as if that alone was what sealed the deal, you stood swiftly. “Say less. You really should’ve started with that, Richard.” You headed off in the direction of the stairs that led up to your room, glancing over your shoulder at your brother who was staring off after you with a relieved countenance on his face. “Gimme an hour and then we can go?”

Rick answered with two thumbs up before grabbing a slice of pizza, shoving as much as he could of it into his mouth as you disappeared up the spiral staircase.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #billy x you #mungrove x reader #mungrove #billy hargrove smut #eddie munson smut

[earlgreydream]

lip gallagher smut.

because I’m rewatching shameless for the 700th time, and because @randomoutsiders and I love lip

he’s home from college.

you stood outside of their little house, kicking gravel under the chain-linked fence. it was too hot outside, the chicago summer was sticky and uncomfortably warm. you loathed the season, though it brought back your once-lover, luring you back to a house full of memories.

“ya going in or just gonna stand out here?” mickey milkovich smirked, pushing past you with his arms full of cases of beer.

“fuck off, mickey.”

“you’re all lip has talked about since he got back. he even went looking for you, but you weren’t home,” mickey held the creaky gate open, cocking an eyebrow as a silent demand to follow him.

your stomach did somersaults, your converse smacking the steps as you followed mickey inside, your heart hammering against your ribs. the ‘welcome-home’ party was in full swing, raging loudly, the house crowded with people.

as much as you hoped for a subtle entrance, vee screamed your name, and you were swung up into her embrace, quickly engulfed by kev too. you hugged your very drunk friends, the ones who had become like older siblings to you.

“hey.”

you stepped back from kev, looking up into dazzling blue eyes.

“you’re home, lip,” a small smile pulled at your lips, the boy looking down beneath thick lashes.

he handed you a drink, his fingers brushing yours for a brief second, sending a shudder through the both of you. he wanted to hug you, to grab you and drag you into a kiss, but with everyone watching, it felt wrong.

“I’ve missed you. it’s good to see you,” lip sipped from his beer, a rosy tinge on his cheeks.

“yeah, you too. how’s college?”

“it’s easy,” he shrugged with a smirk, about to say something else before ian and carl bounded over, excited to see you.

“hey, you,” you hugged ian and ruffled carl’s curly hair, breaking away from lip’s intense stare.

carl had gotten taller than you, and was more than happy to tease you for it. ian leaned into mickey’s side as he joined your huddle in the kitchen, talking over the music and shouting that was happening in the living room.

“so, what’s up with you? you get a fancy office job and disappear on us. what are you, fucking the boss?” mickey asked, the solo cup crunching in lip’s fist at the comment.

“asshole, I’m not fucking anyone. I just work to get paid so I can move out of the south side,” you snapped, shoving his shoulder and taking a generous drink of the beer lip had given you. you pretended not to notice lip’s physical reaction, the one mickey was purposefully trying to trigger.

“forgot the little princess is better than us now,” carl teased, earning a sigh from you.

“they won’t leave you alone, huh? well, I’m proud of you, for getting a job,” fiona draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug.

“thank you, at least somebody is. you’ll all miss me when I’ve crawled my way out of here,” you laughed, and the others laughed with you — all except lip — but they knew what you said was true.

as other people came in, kegs in hand and shouting, your little group disbanded and lost interest in your unexpected arrival.

“sorry they give you shit,” lip leaned against the bannister of the stairs, tipping the beer bottle to his lips.

“it’s fine, I can handle it.”

“d’you wanna take a break from this?” he gestured at the party in full swing.

“you can’t ditch your own party,” you laughed, taking the hand he held out to you.

he pulled you against his back, weaving through the crowded house, out to the back door, and down the steps. the heat didn’t seem so bad as you followed lip down the alley, over to a part of the el that was being renovated, where you could sit on the tracks with your feet dangling off and no chance of a train coming.

“I went to your house the other night,” he confessed, snapping a lighter in his hand as he lit the joint between your lips.

“missed me?” you exhaled the soft smoke, passing it to him.

“a bit,” his large hand wrapped around your bicep, tugging you closer so he could press a kiss to your forehead.

you tilted your head back, your lips brushing against his before he kissed you like a starved man, an arm around your lower waist pulling you in.

“i missed you every fucking night,” he murmured into your neck, finding the spot that left you breathless.

your fingers pulled on his shaggy brown hair, dragging him into a messy kiss as he swung your leg over his hip. you straddled his lap, arms snaking around his neck as you kissed him hard on the empty train tracks.

“why were you hiding?” lip asked in a break for air, his hands finding their way under your crop top, fingers touching your warm skin.

“I figured you’d forgotten about me after finding a cute college girl,” you confessed, taking another hit, zeroing in on the feeling of his hands on your ribs.

“nah, not when I’ve got my dream girl at home,” his blue eyes glittered as lip looked up at you, holding your gaze as he kissed down the valley of your breasts exposed by the low-cut shirt.

heat rose to your cheeks, a pathetic sound leaving your lips as his mouth found its way to your nipple, dragging your shirt down to give him access. it was obscene to be doing in public - even if no one was around, save an oblivious neighborhood man on his way home beneath the elevated tracks.

“lip—” it came out as a whine, your breath hitching before you could even form a sentence.

your head was foggy from the joint, he felt so good, and you needed him, trying to find the words to beg him to take you home.

“haven’t even gotten your pants off and you’ve already forgotten how to speak, huh?” he grinned, biting lightly at your sensitive skin, making you shudder in his arms.

his fingers quickly unfastened the button on your little denim shorts, pushing under the tight fabric to touch you.

“jesus, lip-”

he grinned how the simplest touch had you pleading, rocking your slutty hips against his hand, grinding down on him. his large hand wrapped around your throat, stifling your loud moan as he pushed two fingers inside of you, curling forward until your thighs trembled. the wet sounds of lip fingering your cunt were filthy, turning him hard as a rock beneath you. his steady grasp on your throat left your head spinning, your body so overwhelmed with sensation, you could hardly kiss him back.

“let’s get out of here, I need to come on your dick,” you begged against his lips, gasping as you struggled to fight off the orgasm he was determined to win from you.

“you will, princess, just come on my fingers first like a good girl,” he relished in mocking you, adding to the embarrassment you already felt.

“fuck.”

you gripped his bicep, muscles tensing around his fingers as heat exploded through your lower belly, sending electricity up your spine. the orgasm left you breathless, your sweaty forehead pressed to his as he laughed against your cheek.

“now, let’s see how many more times I can get you off tonight. might just break a new record.”

#lip gallagher #shameless shit <3 #lip gallagher’s princess #shameless #shameless dialogue

[zombiewhor3]

PUSHING BACK

carl grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: couples argument, mentions of main character death, mentions of Negan, angst ig,

A/N: i absolutely hate the way this chapter turned out and tbh and this isn't edited, so if it doesn't do well on herei'll probably end up deleting it i just need something to keep my activeness up or else my account just dies so enjoy this angsty carl one shot!

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she sat on the porch, her hands tugging at the roots of her hair and she could feel her nails digging at skin of her scalp she felt like she was going to go crazy looking at the boy who stood in front of her.

"Are you out of your damn mind Carl?!" she yelled pulling her hands to the sides of her hips as she licked over her lips and she could feel her face getting hot from how flustered she was.

"it doesn't matter y/n" he remarked back while adjusting the sheriff's hat that rested on his head, she swallowed harshly before she spoke back making sure she used the right words.

"It does matter Carl! you snuck into the sanctuary! you left and you lied to me and the others! what would you do if he killed you? if he killed one of us because you made the mistake of going against him!"

she lectured at him almost feeling like he hadn't been listening because he rubbed over his face and seemed to remain silent which had only made her continue her rant.

"he could've came back and killed one of us like he did to Glenn, Abraham, Spencer and Olivia, we can't watch another person die!"

Carl slammed his hand down onto the wooden railing of the porch at her words and he cocked his head slightly at her.

"he deserved it, he deserved to die and i wanted to be the one to kill him because no one else will, everyone just wants to sit back and let him take control of everything we have!" Carl shouted so loud that it was clear that the whole town of Alexandria surely heard him.

the surely heard how he spewed out his hatred,

"and you think i don't think about putting a bullet in him everyday?! you think i'm okay with him killing all these people and walking free Carl? because you know if i had the chance i'd kill him"

she could see him take in a deep breath as he still tried to keep hos calm, as he still tried to refrain from pouring out the anger that lingered inside him at her.

"if i killed him maybe we still wouldn't be stuck here like this, we wouldn't have to provide for him or work for him and we wouldn't have to see anyone else die!"

she knew he was right but yet again he was wrong, what he was doing was dangerous, his plan to go on a man hunt and to really kill the man in charge could get him hurt or even worse doing this could get him killed, and he'd just be another body to bury.

she had a slight water in her eyes and somehow she shoved it back she shoved the harsh lump down her throat and her eyes seemed to manage to toss back some of the tears.

because she was angry, she was so furious that she could practically feel her veins boil and her head start to pound with each and every word that had slipped out from her tongue.

"what if you died? what if it went south like it did and instead of him showing you around and handing you back he placed you in a cell like Daryl? or what if he bashed your head in or made one of his men leave you as a god damn walker what would i do? how would i feel hearing the news that you were gone Carl!"

now it was like the rage had turned into sadness, a sadness that even if she tried she couldn't hold it back, she couldn't hold back the flood of tears and the sobs that spilled from her throat.

"you have a home here, you have a sister and a father that sure as hell won't be able to live with the idea you died, hell you know how scared we all were when he almost made Rick chop your arm? you know how much i begged and begged for him not to"

he was soaking in her words and he hadn't said anything but wrapped his arms around her, he made sure to pull her closer and she could feel the warmth of his soft embrace.

"i'm not going anywhere, i'm not dead and i don't plan on dying, no more stupid ideas, no more running off but we will fight him even if it takes all of our men and this entire city i swear someone will kill him and i just hope it's soon" Carl stroked over her hair and he had taken his hat off so he could get a good glance of her.

the strands of hair ran through his fingers and she took in a deep breath feeling the cotton of his shirt run against the soft flesh of her cheeks that were stained with tears.

"please Carl i can't lose you, not after Glenn i just can't" she could feel her eyes blink and a few tears slipped off the tear coated lashes and out onto the cotton fabric of his flannel.

his hand still stroked her hair and he managed to place a seat down on the bench behind them, he placed her in his lap and shushed her as she sniffled against his shoulder,

"i'm not going anywhere, i'm right here, i'm gonna stay in Alexandria" he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and with a soft pat on her back he lifted her to stand in front of him and as she looked down at him with her teary eyes he placed a small smile on his face.

"we're right here y/n, and we always will be"

#carl grimes #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfic #carl grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fic #rickgrimes #twd rick #twd fanfiction #twd spoilers #rick twd #glenn twd #twd fluff #twd angst #carl grimes x reader #twd carl #carlgrimes #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fic #explorepage

[heartthrobin]

and let our hands make art (3)

mechanic!eddie munson x farmgirl!reader

wc: 7.5k

warnings: reader is a going thru a lot, swearing, half-assed space terminology (writer is not an astronomer), cheesy ending (everyone cheered)

an: ahhhhh !!! it's the last part. i'm so proud of this fic and i hope you loved reading it as much as i loved writing it :)))

summary: for what it's worth. you'd tried. tried hard not to let him in, but he was slick and greasy and the hot sun had melted you all over. and maybe sometimes you're allowed to want things.

part one & part two

Eddie stepped into the muggy kitchen. Your eyes flickered behind him where daddy was shaking Carl’s hand out on the porch, he handed Daddy a pocket-size bottle of rich brown whiskey.

Your gaze returned to the man in your kitchen.

For what was definitely the first time since you’d met him, Eddie was dressed like he didn’t live elbow deep in engine grease.

His hair was fluffier than usual, not matted down with sweat as it was most afternoons. He wore a black buttoned shirt, it was cuffed at the elbow.

“You— uh,” your gulp was embarrassingly loud: “you look … nice.”

To be fair, “nice” wasn’t nearly an accurate enough description to describe how the sight of him all crisp and dapper standing just close enough to smell the aftershave had turned your stomach into a high-power washing machine.

“Hmm, a compliment?” His eyebrow pinched against his forehead, his smirk was unavoidable. “Better park the truck in the barn, it’s gonna hail pigs tonight.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head. You hoped he didn’t notice where you felt your cheeks warming. “You know what, I take it back—“

He laughed loudly, “Wait, wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Thank you for the compliment.”

His eyes glittered even in the dim room.

He surprised you by speaking again. “And you look … beautiful. You always look beautiful.”

Fiery streaks raged up your cheeks. Of course you don’t look beautiful, he’s just teasing.

The thought didn’t console your thumping heart, however.

“There’s the little miss!” Carl’s voice was booming in the limited vicinity of the kitchen.

His wide warm hand found purchase against your shoulder, shaking you jovially.

You wobbled slightly, “Good evening, Mr A.”

“I hear you been working my boy real hard out here in the dust, hey sweetheart?”

Your eyes flickered between Eddie, who was harbouring a curled lip, and Carl where his grip tightened around the edge of the back of a chair at the table.

“Hmph,” you guffawed lightly. “I’m sure he thinks so.”

Carl’s stomach vibrated with laughter, he fell down into his seat across from where you stood. Eddie hesitantly pulled out the chair beside him.

Your eyes clung desperately to the buttons struggling against his chest.

Fuck. 

“Cherry, won’t you grab the salad from the fridge there.”

You felt the heat of Eddie’s gaze against your face: your eyes shifted quickly from where they’d been practically rubbing up his torso to meet the deep brown stare. 

His brow was cocked, amusement alight in his face.

“Cherry?” He mouthed.

Your eyes rolled back. 

“Shut up.” You mouthed back just quietly enough to evade a scolding from Daddy where he was carefully pulling the hot dish from the oven. 

Carl and Daddy did most of the talking that night. 

Forks scraped loudly against the plates between conversation of car engines and peaches and gas prices and incapable senators. 

Keeping your eyes on your plate proved difficult, just as it did most of all those afternoons in the barn, when Eddie was chewing animatedly around his mouthfuls of food. 

He crunched his salad loudly between his teeth and would sigh softly around particularly sweet pieces of chicken. A faint smudge of orange gravy lingered just below his bottom lip and the thought of licking it off was driving you to point of insanity. 

Somewhere around when Carl had dished up his third serving of cornbread, the chatter steered over to the tattooed mechanic at your end of the table. 

“So tell me son,” Daddy sipped at his glass of iced-tea, “How’d you end up in lil ol’ countryside Tennessee? Carl says you’re out from Indiana side?” 

Eddie nodded, swallowing a mouthful. Your gaze greedily watched his Adam’s apple bob at the action. 

“Yes sir, that’s right.”

He shifted in his seat, clearly searching for his next words. If you didn't watch him as much as you did, allow his words and actions to haunt you most nights, you might not have noticed how his hands curled into nervous fists. 

“I-- uh, I graduated late from high school and felt like I needed a new start. So I left and started working, nearby states and the like.”

Daddy surveyed him, clearly interested, “Oh yeah? Whereabouts?” 

Eddie shrugged, he caught your eye for a fraction of a moment before pulling it back to the man at the head of the table. 

“Over the last two years, Kentucky, Arkansas ... Virginia for a while.” He spooned another heaping of mash into his mouth, “Never stay in one place too long.”

His last sentence struck you harder in the gut than you’d anticipated.

So you were right. 

He isn't staying. 

You hadn't even noticed that the conversation had steered to you before Carl rapped his knuckles loudly against the table -- 

“Caught in her own world this one, huh?” He was chuckling again, a laugh that sounded like dragging a bag of fertiliser over tar. 

“Beg your pardon, Mr A?” 

The old man stuck a persistent hand in your direction, swallowing roughly around a mouthful. “Was just asking what you get up to ‘round here, when your toes ain’t between the soil. Surely you got somethin’ keeping you busy.”

“Oh, there’s nothing really--”

“All I mean is I don’t see any young farm boys hangin’ round in the evenings, sure ya old man’s glad for that.” He was jostling Daddy in the arm. The look on Daddy’s face was blurry, like you couldn’t read him, but you swore his eye flickered over to where you could feel Eddie’s gaze on your cheek from across the table. 

“Nope, none a’ that.” He said. 

Carl turned back to you, face twisted in anticipation. 

You shifted the mash on your plate. “Nothing really, Mr A. Lots of work to do, I stay busy with my toes between the soil.” 

“Now that’s not true, Cherry.” Daddy piped up from his end of the table, he waved his fork in the air. “Tell him about all your space things.”

“Space things?” Carl’s brow tightened. “Oh yeah?” 

“Space things?” 

Eddie. 

He was looking at you through those thick lashes, waterline dark with black liner. 

The racing blush heating your face was impossible to miss, you were sure.

“Well, it’s not really--” 

“Yeah, Cherry loves all that stuff. The stars, and the planets and the atmosphere: all that Star Track and Star Worlds--”

“Daddy.”

The unfolding interaction was only brightening the amusement in Eddie’s eyes. He set his cutlery down. 

“Star Trek, hey?” 

“No. It’s not that stuff,” you fought to defend your quickly deteriorating reputation. “The real science, not that crap on television. Real constellations, milky ways, foreign galaxies. Distant stars. Stuff like that.” 

Eddie’s head was tilted against his shoulder, he was watching you unabashedly. 

“I’d say. With all the textbook and posters I’ve bought over the years. Her room is covered in ‘em. Stars everywhere.”

“That’s ... that’s cool.” Eddie sounded out of breath when he spoke. 

“I ain’t smart enough to understand all that.” Carl shrugged, forking more food down his gullet. 

“Sure is cool, ‘least she thinks so.” Daddy pressed. “She’ll show you all her books and that after dinner, Eddie. Won’t you, Cherry?” 

Somehow the mash had hardened upon his words, it lodged like a stone in your throat. 

You coughed loudly. “Daddy, I don’t think Eddie’s interested in my--”

But between the food and the incessant pester of three men who love the sound of their own voices, not for the first time since you sat for dinner, you were unable to finish your sentence. 

“I would actually love to see your posters and your books.”

The edge of that grin could slice a fat, ripe peach all the way across in one go.

Carl overtook table talk again. Something about a memory from when him and Daddy were in high school, something about an old football player with a bad knee. 

It stretched beyond plates scraped clean. 

“How about a bit of that Daniels out on the porch, huh old boy?” Carl asked finally. 

Daddy sighed, hand rubbing over his stomach protruding over the belt on his jeans. “A’ course.” 

He turned to you, he referenced over the plates with his hand. “Cherry would you mind, dear?”   

You nodded enthusiastically, desperate for relief from avoiding looking up to Eddie’s figure across from you. 

The chairs scraped loudly. 

“You’re welcome for a drink, Munson.” Carl pressed. 

A wide hand chased back loose hairs, “No, no, I’m alright. Thanks boss.” 

The plates clattered against each other where you stacked them. A warm grasp made you jump when it closed over yours. 

“Let me take that.” 

He was much closer now when you met his face. 

“It’s-- don’t worry I got it.” 

Warm familiarity lapped at your brain, the memory of that first hot afternoon between the peaches. A crate of fruit against your hip. 

His voice softened, just as it did that day. “Come on. Let me help you, love.” 

The word settled deep into a cove in the pit of your stomach. Love. 

“Okay.” 

Cool water rushed noisily into the depths of the sink, soap frothed happily on the surface. The plates swum below the surface. 

“You washing or drying?” Eddie asked at you where you were searching the cupboard for a sponge. 

He fidgeted with the end of his shirt that was tucked into his jeans, not for the first time that evening. 

God, this shirt is itchy. 

But it was his best one. The one he’d dug out from the back of his cupboard a couple minutes before Carl pulled up and whistled at him from the driver’s seat.

“All dressed up to see ya’ princess, ay Munson?” 

He’d washed his hair, opened up a bottle of shower gel that had been hidden in one of the many boxes scattered around his place and even had a second to struggle against black eyeliner in his bathroom mirror. 

But he hadn’t seen her all week. Seen you all week. 

Like a siren song you haunted him in his dreams, on his drive to the shop and when his fingers fumbled between filthy engine parts he thought of you then too. 

“Uhm, whatever you want.” 

“I’ll wash then.” 

The sight of you in the kitchen with the muddy ends of your jeans and your hair shining with the afternoon sun through the window was enough to convince him that all the dress up hadn't been in vain. That you actually did exist and you weren’t some mirage he'd dreamt up in a haze of Tennessee soil and engine grease fumes. 

His hands sunk into the warm water, you tossed the sponge where he caught it: wetting the side of his shirt. 

The yellow sponge squeaked over the plates. 

You hummed quietly. Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playing. Say, women, they will come and they will go. 

He was taken back to the drive home from Madison’s. Fleetwood Mac again. 

Eddie could listen to the soft hum of your voice forever, he only wish you’d sing.

Instead you stopped, stopped Dreams to lean over and pick up a dry towel. 

“Nice dinner.” He commented into the silence, head down towards the water. His hair tickled at his nose. 

You smiled only briefly, from what he caught from the side of his eye and between the tendrils of his hair. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Carl’s got a real mouth on him.” 

Eddie chuckled, “Yeah. He likes your old man.” 

You laughed, soft like a butterfly’s fluttering wings. “Clearly. He talks like everything was just yesterday. When they ran track, when they got drunk at Mr Alistair’s house--”

Eddie blew at the piece of hair against his lip. 

He could feel you turn to him, trepidation lingering at your fingertips that had slowed to a stop. 

“You ... you need a hand there with that mane?”  

The question surprised him, but he nodded nonetheless. A little bit of a chuckle preceding his response. 

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” 

From around your wrist, you produced a yellow hair tie. 

You laughed in return, “Kind of scared to get my hands into this jungle on top of your head.” 

“Come on: you love it, doll.”

You huffed, “Shut up, Greenie. Lean your head back.” 

He brought his head to rest back against his shoulders, where with absolutely no warning your warm hands reached between the tendrils. 

A sigh escaped him, one he prayed you never heard. Fingertips climbed from the base of his head to just above his forehead, his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Looks clean for once.” Your voice was soft. 

He barely heard your jab. 

“Mhm.” 

Eddie felt the hair lift off his shoulders. 

Your fingers chased longer than they should have. It was quiet. 

He was plagued with the wonder of what those hands would feel like against his own palm. Against his chest or behind his neck. Maybe in the space at the bottom of his back. 

“It’s soft.” You whispered. He speculated on whether you intended on him hearing it at all. 

A plate slipped from his grip. It banged against the floor of the sink. 

Your hands were gone.

His eyes flew open, in the reflection of the window he noticed how you’d tied the hair up into a bun like how he wore it most days. 

You coughed quietly. 

“Looks--looks good.” He clarified, a wobble to the edge of his voice. “Thanks.”

Your hands sunk into the water, you shrugged. “That’s how you wear it most of the time.” 

“So you noticed, hm?” He tried to steady his voice again, falling back into playful banter.

“Yeah.” But your voice missed it’s usual teasing lilt, “I like it like that. Can see your face better.” 

Eddie’s eyes flickered up from the soapy plate. You were wiping away like you hadn’t just made all the hair on his body stand straight up. 

He forwent acknowledging your words.

  “So ... Cherry, huh?” 

You laughed again, it melded with the clink of the plate against the others where you sat it down. “Yep. Cherry. He’s always called me that.” 

Eddie’s brow tugged, motioning over his shoulder back towards where the barn sat behind the house. “Something to do with that Cobra stuck up in the barn, does it?”

“Indeed.” You nodded, “You couldn’t get me out of that thing growing up. Daddy would come fetch me in the driver’s seat long past sunset fiddling with the steering wheel.” 

He smiled at the notion. The image of a younger you sitting, humming Fleetwood Mac behind the wheel of a stationary, cherry red Cobra. 

“That barn is fucking hot.”

That made Eddie laugh harder. “You’re fucking telling me.”

The laughter filled every crevice in the kitchen, enough that he spotted your daddy and Carl looking back over their shoulders from their rocking chairs out on the deck. 

It took a minute before his chest rumbled to a slow, low chuckle. 

You shook your head, the huffs of a last laugh escaping you. “It was my mother’s.”

Eddie’s hands stilled. His brow creased, “What?”

The air had grown stiller. Your smile was weaker. “You asked me that first day, how does a car like this end up on a farm in the middle of nowhere?” 

His chest tightened, his words sounded worse coming from your mouth now than when he’d said them first. 

He nodded slowly. “Oh.” 

“Yeah. The only thing left of her ‘round here.”

The plate squeaked beneath his fingertips, the last one. 

“She ... is she--?” 

“Is she dead?” Your words slipped out with a strange-sounding chuckle, “No, not at all. Just a deadbeat. Walked out. Left the car though, thank God.” 

“Shit.” Eddie didn’t know what to do with his hands anymore. “I’m ... I’m sorry.” 

The stark reality of your trooping around the farm washed over him warmer than the already stifling kitchen. Why you patrolled and frowned and worked and shrugged off every grease-head that came traipsing up on the farm. 

It was just you. There was nobody else to do it. 

His thoughts were cut in half when you bumped your shoulder against his arm, wiping down your hands with a cloth before offering it to him. “Don’t be. It’s better without her.”  

You were looking right up at him for the first time since reaching the sink. Your eyes brought him comfort. “Right ... you wanna go join the men outside for a drink--”

He caught you by your wrist before you’d even moved to turn, “Uh, uh, uh.”

Your eyes rolled, already knowing where this was going but still not pulling your arm from his grip. 

“You thought I was gonna forget?” He grinned, “I wanna see your space stuff.”

 “You’re not serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack.” 

His touch moved from your wrist to your hand, shifting it gently against his palm. Still, you didn’t take it back. Instead your lashes rested annoyed up against your eyebrows.

“Fine.” 

Eddie’s heart thrummed against his ribs as you lead him through the kitchen, attached by the hand towards a darkened staircase and pounded harder when you moved slowly up with heavy steps. 

This wasn’t how he’d imagined being lead to your room the first time, but somehow it felt more fitting. 

“I can practically hear you forming a bad joke about going to my room.” 

He scoffed, wondering momentarily if you could really tell what he was thinking.

“No, I wasn’t.”

A narrow corridor, two doors. The tall one at the end. 

“Yes you were.”

The brass knob whined beneath your hand. 

“Nuh-uh.”

“Just admit it, I know you were cooking up some perverted comment under that big head of hair, Munson.”

The door creaked open.

“Perverted? I wouldn’t dare dream of such--”

Eddie stopped. Talking and walking. 

Your hand broke from his. 

He’d fallen into a technicolour acid trip. 

The sky lunged at him, an expanse of stars and red and blue fog as far as he could see. 

Clippings, posters, little squares of text cut from what he was sure was magazines and newspapers. They covered every square inch of the room, the colour of the wall a discarded mystery. 

A single bed leaned against the wall closest to the window, a side attraction to the universe engulfing it. There was a blonde wooden desk in the corner, barely discernible from beneath the stacks of newspapers and textbooks leaning precariously upon it. 

“Well, this is it I guess." you wrung your hands, shoulders pulled up against your reddening ears. "I told you it’s not much ...”

Eddie’s eyes found you again. The most beautiful thing between the galaxies, he’d decided. 

He was reminded by your short nervous breaths that he still hadn’t said anything. 

“It’s ... this is amazing.” 

Your shoulders slumped slightly, letting him know that he’d spoken appropriately. You took a small relieving sigh, it was followed tentatively by a smile. 

“Thanks. It took a long time to collect everything, magazines and books and ... posters from yard sales.” 

Eddie took a slow step towards the nearest wall, watching how the stars climbed to the ceiling. “Do you know what they’re all called?”

His finger pressed against what looked like a pink and orange cloud. 

You stepped quickly from where you’d been standing hesitantly by the door, a warm richness to your tone when you spoke: 

“I mean, not all of them, but that one is Orion’s Nebula.” You pressed your finger against his and goosebumps ran up his arm. “It’s in our Milky Way and on some clear nights you can even see it in the sky without a telescope! It’s thirteen hundred lightyears away--”

You were so close against the side of Eddie’s face. His heart was swelling like a parade balloon in his chest, he thought he might collapse at the sound of your voice. 

His finger moved quickly to the next, “And this one?” 

“That’s the Crab Nebula, the reason it’s called that is because--” your words were punctuated with your giggles, “--the guy who first discovered it drew a rough sketch and people thought it looked like a crab.”

His finger moved to the next, “This one?” 

“This one’s a star. Betelgeuse. It’s also called Alpha Orionis--”

But Eddie couldn’t stop. Couldn’t get enough. His finger shifted to the next and the next and the next until you’d been speaking for nearly twenty minutes and Eddie could see every single constellation behind your eyes as you did, quickly losing grasp on his sense of sanity. 

“-- and they’re building this telescope, it’s called Hubble, that they’re gonna launch in the next ten years and it’s gonna be able to take much better photos than these that I’ve got.”

Maybe you’d finally caught him staring, but you stopped suddenly. 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been talking too long.” He watched how your shoulder came back up close to your ears in embarrassment. 

“It’s amazing.”

You’re amazing.

“You’re making me fall in love with space.”

You’re making me fall in love with you.

You nodded slowly, “I’m glad. I’m surprised that not everyone is.” 

“Why didn’t you go study space or something after high school?” He waved over the lengths of stars and galaxies and planets around the room. “You’re the smartest woman in this whole town, if not the state.”

Your mouth opened to respond, then closed again. You chewed around your words for a long moment before eventually spitting them out. 

“I did.” You sounded ashamed. “I applied to astronomy in Arizona and California and a couple other states.” 

“And?” 

Suddenly your hands felt hot. You pressed them down the sides of your filthy jeans. Eddie’s confused eyes held you in place against the wood floor.

“I got in.” 

He took a step towards you, shortening the distance you’d allowed yourself to breathe. “Why didn’t you go?”

The laugh you let off was short and humourless, cold and sensitive to the touch. You motioned your hand over your shoulder at the window. 

“I can’t leave here. My daddy wouldn’t survive all alone.”

Eddie took another step, shorter this time but enough to bring him where his breath tickled your cheeks. A sweaty hand reached to find yours.

“Did he ever tell you that?”

It pressed against your own warm palm. 

“He doesn’t have to.”

There was a couple strands of black hair peeking out around his face and his eyes crinkled at the edges. He was too close, far too close. 

“There’s a planetarium in Chicago, I saw it on TV once. A big one.” His voice was soft like Sunday wind blowing against linen on the line. “We could go. I could take you.”

Your heart leapt up to your throat, your lips open in a silenced gasp. “The Adler Planetarium?” You asked softly. Breathlessly. 

Eddie inched forward and somewhere within yourself you found the courage to allow him to. He chuckled softly, his furry top lip reached out to yours if only for a brush. “I’m sure that’s the one. I’m not as smart as you, doll.”

For a hot fleeting second, the vision crossed your mind: you and Eddie in his white pick-up, driving hours across the country. Seeing a real planetarium like how you’ve dreamed for so long, seeing another state, seeing Chicago. 

Maybe it would be cold like how you never saw in Tennessee. Maybe you’d have to wear snow boots and maybe Eddie would hold your gloved hand the whole time. 

Suddenly, you found his thumb at your jaw. You couldn’t recall how it found it’s way, but it stayed. He twisted his face so as to press his hot lips against your cheek. He kissed there once, then again. 

Your eyes rolled closed, imagining for a moment to be beneath the starry Illinois sky with Eddie pressed against you the way he was just then. 

He moved slowly down, catching your breath at the top of your throat with each peck down over your jaw, to the column of your neck and at the junction of your collar bone.

“Will you come with me?” He whispered. His hand was still tight between your fingers, the other stroking against your jaw. 

“I--”

Somewhere in the distance, Cowboy barked. 

“Cherry!”

Your eyes flew open as if ripped from a dream in the dead of night. The icy cold hand of circumstance tightened over your throat. Visions of Chicago dissolved quickly from behind your eyes. 

You stepped back out of Eddie’s grip.

He straightened up, confusion deep-set in his thick brow. “Uh, I think your old man is calling.”

“I heard.” You were avoiding his eye, wiping a hand over your neck where you could still feel his lips. “We should go.” 

Despite your best effort of trying to pass him towards the door uninterrupted, Eddie caught your wrist. His face dripped in sincerity.

“So, Chicago?”

You shook your head, waiting for the lump in your throat to allow you to speak. 

“T-That’s two states away. I can’t afford to leave, Eddie.” You pulled your hand from his grasp. 

“Cherry, Carl’s heading out!”

The way his cheeks sunk at the fall of his smile made you nauseous. 

“It’s not that far, just a couple hours. We could go for a weekend, or just a night. Or even just a day--”

The rolling waves of embarrassment you’d become achingly familiar with washed over you again. The same ones that drowned you when your friends would visit from college or send pictures of their new lives at the coast or on the road. The waves that reminded you of the decisions your mother made, the same ones you can’t repeat. 

You didn’t want to leave, you couldn’t. 

“Eddie, I just can’t, alright?” You pressed, a sharp edge to your voice. “Not all of us can just jump state to state, I have a family. I have responsibilities--”

“I have a family.” 

It shut you up. Quickly.

It was a thought that hadn’t crossed your mind, you realised selfishly. A thought that paused you in your tracks. 

Eddie’s face was pulled tightly, in a way you’d never seen it. 

“I have people who care about me back home too. I have responsibilities.”

“Eddie, I--”

“Cherry!”

“Doll, if you didn’t want to go you could have just said so. I can take a hint.” 

He moved faster past you than you had opportunity to blink away the tears prickling at the edge of your eyes. 

By the time you’d given up on swallowing around the lump in your throat and reached the landing in the kitchen, Eddie and Mr Abernathy were nothing but a cloud of dust over the driveway. 

- 

He returned the next day. 

You didn’t go down to greet and he didn’t come near the house. 

Around midday the white pick-up pulled into the driveway. You watched down on the yard from the window of your room, the Orion Nebula glaring a hole into the side of your head from the wall. Eddie emerged with a red toolbox and disappeared around the house. 

You didn’t make him lunch and he never came to ask. You hoped he might. 

But the hours passed and the sun sunk while bitterness and guilt tugged at either end of the same rope across your chest. 

I shouldn’t have snapped at him. 

He should learn to mind his own business, he knows nothing about me.

It would be nice to go with him to Chicago, he’s sweet for asking. 

He’s just gonna play with your heart and then jump over to the next state to do the same thing with some other poor broad. And who’s gonna have to pick up the pieces when he leaves? Me!

Your head rung until you were sick in the stomach. 

Past sunset the truck still lingered in the driveway. The air was muggy with the promise of a storm. 

You were packing pesticides in the shed around the back of the house with Cowboy’s tail thumping against the wood when you heard footsteps passing. 

The dog leapt clumsily to his feet, keen to chase after his most favourite person. 

You heard Eddie’s soft coo at the dog, “hey big boy”, and his foot falls up the three porch steps. Then the knock at the door. 

Daddy answered, you tried to listen but the conversation disappeared between the wind and the swaying peach leaves. 

He called for you, Daddy, but you pretended not to hear.

Embarrassment and shame and guilt and anger bubbled too close to the surface. You didn’t want to see Eddie. Maybe not ever again. 

You knew it to be a lie. A temporary comfort to your troubled mind. 

Thunder rumbled grumpily far out above your head. 

His lips still hadn’t left your neck and when your eyes shut you still heard his laugh against your cheek. You thought he may just have driven you insane. 

Only once you’d heard the jostle of the car disappearing down the road did you slip out from the shed under a sheath of lightning strike into the yellow lit kitchen. 

A set of keys was watching you from the counter. Daddy was scrubbing a pair of dirty jeans in the sink. He glanced over his shoulder at you. 

“You alright, sweetheart?”

You nodded as if he could see you, but your eyes never left the counter. “Those the Cobra keys?” 

Daddy gave a triumphant huff, flicking his hands off by the sink and reaching for a dish cloth. “Indeed it is. Eddie came by just a couple minutes ago, said she’s all fixed up. We can give her a go in the morning.” 

Your heart dropped like a hot stone into your stomach. 

It was done. 

The car was done-- he was done. 

“Oh.” 

Daddy’s barely dry hands pulled the keys off the wood, he cradled your hand and let them fall into your palm. He smiled and you worked hard to smile back. 

“These are yours, Cherry.” He spoke softly, tightening his hand over your own. “She’ll take you anywhere you wanna go. You just need the courage to get behind the wheel.” 

Against the pinching in your chest, you managed a mostly genuine chuckle. “Don’t be so cliché, daddy.” 

He watched your face with an earnest you hadn’t seen from him in a long time. It unsettled you. 

“Daddy?” 

“I called you when he handed in the keys. You didn’t come.” 

Your hand grew hot between his palms. “I didn’t hear you.” 

He knew you were lying, you could tell. A pause hung between you.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter, Cherry.” 

He sucked in a breath, reaching a damp hand to pat against the side of your face. 

“But you’re allowed to want things, sweetheart. To want something more, or want someone to share it all with.” 

“Daddy ...” your thoughts swirled like whisky in a dancer’s cup, “I-- thank you for the car, I’m happy. I don’t know what you’re--”

“You’re not your mother, Cherry.” 

His words stung like steaming coffee tossed over your face. 

You blinked. The pain eased. 

The edges of your eyes prickled and suddenly your throat burned. “I know. I don’t want to be.” 

“Well, you’re not. And the world deserves some of you, too.” 

Daddy had never spoken so candidly, maybe from a shared well of fear you’d both drank far too long from. 

“Where is this coming from?” 

He shrugged. Rubbing a thumb down your cheek, then back up again. 

“Maybe the pathetic look on that mech’s face when you didn’t come say goodbye after I called.” 

“That’s--”

“And maybe something about a planetarium in Chicago.” 

Your stomach jumped violently. “How did you--”

Daddy laughed, head tossed back and old age hanging off his face. “Carl’s a big talker, you know that.”

Reeling from the tug of a conversation twenty years in the making, you nodded slowly. “Right.” 

He leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead before turning to pick his hat off the counter. “And you’re welcome, Cherry. For the car. It was always yours.” 

A smile found your face. “Uh, you wouldn’t mind if I took her for a quick spin?” 

He stalled at the base of the steps where he’d slowly been creeping to bed. Daddy took a glance out the window. “There’s a storm lingering. Don’t be long.” 

- 

The wind was whipping wildly when you met the doors of the barn. 

Night was stronger than the back porch light and Cowboy’s soft upper lip flickered from the force of the gale. He was watching you in concern. 

As the doors opened, the dust from within swirled into a cloud of brown up through your hair and over your face. The keys jingled in your hand. 

You noticed that Eddie had moved the crates out the way, stacking them neatly in a corner behind the car. The same crates you’d leaned against on hot afternoons. 

The door clicked open in the dim air, making the car look a blackened red in the dark barn, and Cowboy was the first to leap in: desperate for an escape from the biting conditions. 

Following him, you collapsed into the seat. 

Stiff knuckles wrapped around the smooth leather wheel and you weren’t sure if you could cry or throw up or even start the car. Alas, the key was slotted with shaking hands into the ignition and she purred to life. 

You didn’t bother with the sentimentality of enjoying the sound - because then maybe you’d really be sick out the window - instead you pressed a hard foot down on the accelerator and let the car fly against gravel out and around the farmhouse. 

The path was dark, following the only road that went anywhere. The first pats of rain were smearing the window before where the headlights reached into the collapse of darkness ahead. 

So I begin not to love you.  Turn around to see me runnin’, I say I loved you years ago. 

Against the thrumming of your brain behind your forehead, you barely noticed that the radio had been playing since you’d left the safety of the barn. The sound of Silver Springs grew softer as the rain began to collapse brutally and unceremoniously against the windscreen. Lightning cracked over Tennessee and town teased you in the distance. 

Beyond the rumbling above, within and below, the warmth streaking down your face had gone amiss until Cowboy leaned his wet nose against your jaw from the passenger seat. You sniffled, wiping your cheeks against the back of your sleeve and with your vision progressively blurring, patted his wide head dismissively. 

The ground passing beneath you plagued little on your mind. Will you come with me?

The car was the only thing your mother hadn’t been able to pack fast enough on her way out. 

You’re not your mother, Cherry. 

The ghost of Eddie’s hand closed over yours on the wheel. You thought for a moment that maybe the car could take you all the way to Chicago without stopping and he’d be there waiting for you. Or maybe San Francisco, he’d be there as well. Or Pheonix or New York or Miami. He’d be there every time. 

You couldn’t say how far you’d driven out by then: surely not as far as Chicago, but not yet close enough to town. The storm roared around you and the streetlights were few and far between when the car gave a long whine and a jerk. 

Eyes flying wider open, your grip tightened around the wheel. 

Was I such a fool? I'll follow you down til' the sound of my voice will haunt you. Give me just a c-chance--

Stevie Nicks stuttered at you before stalling to silence. 

The dial behind the wheel was slowing, winding closer to zero and the car fumbled beneath you. 

“Fuck ... fuck--” your eyes chased wildly over the dashboard, you slapped the wheel. “No, please not now, please--”

But she did. The car dragged to a roll before a steady stop. Cowboy pawed the dash. 

“Fucking idiot, that son of a bitch--!” 

Behind the fizzled car headlights, you could make out the cloud of smoke rising from the bonnet. 

A scream like a shot bird rang from your lungs through the depths of the car, you slammed reddened palms against the wheel, again, again. Cowboy whined loudly, barking softly and clearly confused. 

You threw the door open with as much force as throwing an axe over a log, tearing out into the pouring rain. The dog leapt after you, barking loudly now at your heels.

Pain chased up your ankle through your foot from where your boot connected with the tire of the car. Your voice ripped again, out into the space between the raindrops and into the flat plains of land.

By then, you hacked and swore against the sobs tearing at your chest. The tears mingled against the rain that weighed your clothes down and stuck your hair to the sides of your face. 

You kicked the tire again. You tugged on the bonnet and it flew up. 

Equipped with limited knowledge of cars, the inky darkness of night and pouring rain: you simply stared into the depths of the car wishing to melt into the tar.

A freckle of light in the distance made you turn. 

The freckle grew to a speck as it neared. A speck to two headlights. 

Cowboy stood firmly beside you, barking hysterically in it’s direction. 

Maybe someone heading to another farm further down the road?

There was a limited range of individuals who would be out at this hour so far from town, but as the car neared it was impossible for the driver to go amiss. 

The white pick-up slowed as it neared you, pulling to a stop just a few metres off. 

You threw your hands up, “Just my fucking luck!”

The door opened, Eddie held his arm up against the rain. Cowboy ran up to and then past him, leaping into the driver’s seat he’d just abandoned. His headlights shone on you.

“What are you doing out here!” He yelled against the sky, “You’re gonna get struck by--”

“I wouldn’t be out here if you had actually fixed this fucking car, Munson!”

You turned against him, back to the bonnet. 

It was in his character to sigh dramatically, you could practically feel it against your back. 

“Let me have a look at it.” He stepped closer, but you raised a hand at him, meeting his eyes across the steps of tar and rain dividing you. 

“I don’t want your help.”

His hands met his hips, hands curling into tight fists there. Eddie was a vision in the mingling headlights of his truck and your Cobra: hair soaked through and framing his face, he was in the same muddy pants and stained shirt he’d left the farm in less than an hour ago.

“So what?” His voice was tight, annoyed and laced in exhaustion. “You gonna fix it yourself? Leave it here and walk home, then?” 

“Maybe I will!”

Eddie took a controlled step forward again, finger raised at you where you’d afforded him just half a glance up from the bonnet. 

“You’re stubborn as a mule, you know that?” 

Your throat still burned. You turned to the Cobra again. Everything was blurry beyond your lash-line. 

“You knew that a long time ago, Eddie.” 

Lightning split the sky and thunder cracked. 

“When are you just going to admit that you like me, too, Y/n?” 

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything!”

Your eyes found him again, blinking away your tears against the rain. The vision reminded you of the warm afternoon he’d first appeared: from a haze of dust and bonnet fog to rescue you. Tonight again.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

Your head shook, your chest rumbled with sobs. “You only think you like me now, Eddie--” 

His black eyeliner ran, he stepped closer. The cold was seeping into his bones, his brain rattled with the sound of the crying sky but mostly he shook at the sight of you so weary. A reflection of the girl he was coming to love, a ghost of the one he’d been privileged enough to unravel. 

“That’s not true.”

“But it is true. You’re gonna grow bored of me, of what I can offer, of who I am. Then you’re gonna leave to Phoenix, or Dallas or wherever else and find someone else to love and I’m gonna have to piece myself back togeth--”

The sight of your shaking shoulders and shivering hands was making Eddie’s stomach ache. He took the last step into the stretch of road diving you and him, taking your freezing frame into his hands. 

Eddie’s head shook, he couldn’t seem to get it to stop. “Never, my love ... never ever. I’ll go where you go, I’ll stay where you stay. I’ll sleep on the floor of that fucking barn every day for the rest of my days if you’ll allow me.” 

Your forehead fell into the space between his neck and shoulder, you were crying still. “Eddie ...” 

“I want to listen to you talk about stars or galaxies and I want you to make us sandwiches and talk like you know better about everything, because you mostly do. I just want you, I’ll never leave this town if you never want me to.”

He took your face into his trembling hand, lifting you from his shoulder so your gaze sunk into his. Your lashes were tear-stained and still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. You swallowed hard.

“What do you want, doll? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Your hand found the side of his face, your head shook. 

“If you want me to leave,” he whispered to you, “I’ll go, my love.”

There was a long moment where Eddie thought you might not even speak again. You blinked against the rain.

“I want to go to Chicago.”

Your hand sunk further past his ear and into the depths of his hair, curling your nails against the root. “I want to see the planetarium, I want to go to Indiana ... I want to meet your family.”

You hiccuped, then laughed, then kept talking:

“I want to see San Francisco and NASA with you, and I want to wake up next to you. I promise I won’t make you sleep in the barn--” He laughed and pressed his forehead to yours, “--And I want to do grocery shopping with you and tell everyone in the store that you’re mine. Tell them that I’m so sick on loving you.”

Eddie nodded. “We can do that. I can do that.”

You watched him wearily. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.” His nose bumped yours, “Can I please kiss you now, farm-girl?”

Your body melted against him in response, surging forward so that your lips found his. Eddie’s body slumped against yours, like his body had found rest. 

The taste of rainwater and peach jam swirled against his lips and Eddie was sure it was the sweetest thing he’d ever taste in all his days gone and to come. He grasped deliriously for your hips, his head spinning from your kiss, and nudged you until he fell over you in through the open door into the front seat of the Cobra: a shelter from the rain. 

You laughed beneath him, against him, and his hair dripped over your face. 

Eddie’s knee pressed against the red leather in the space between your legs, he leaned over your sopping frame. 

He gasped for breath, you did the same. 

“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, doll.” 

You captured his face between your hands, flushing red in your cheeks despite the cold. “Don’t be cheesy, Greenie. I like it too much.”

Silence fell for a moment. Eddie watched your brow crease. He kissed you again, he was drunk on it.

You tugged him off by the root of his hair.

“Why were you driving this way?” You asked, shifting to lean up on your elbows: suspicion heavy in your gaze.

Eddie chuckled sheepishly, eyes falling to your waist. 

“I ... well, I was coming to apologise.”

“What for?”

He shrugged bashfully. “For last night, and ... and for this.”

From the depths of his pocket, Eddie pulled out a piece of something that definitely looked like it belonged somewhere under the bonnet of the car that had so readily given up on you. 

You gasped. “You bastard.” 

Eddie laughed, “I needed you to have a reason to come talk to me again.”

Sighing softly, you moved some hair out of his face. “I’ll always find a reason to talk to you again.”

“Well, well. Who’s being cheesy now?”

You rolled your eyes, catching him by his silver chain and tugging him against your lips again. 

“Shut up.” You mumbled.

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[childoftheriver]

Emerson, Lake and Palmer

#keith emerson #greg lake #carl palmer #nothing scandalous this time #just the boys IN BED!! #jesus take the wheel #my thoughts are so impure #I’d love to play the floor is lava with them….heeheee #despite the horrible bangs keith looks very sweet #that jumper looks cozy… #it’s hard to look at Carl without thinking of his underwear though #and his cute little butt #I love his hair like this #he’s such a hot boy #but Gregory #whew boy #he is so gorgeous #how is it possible #and of course there’s the bed… #gaaahhhhh #deep breaths #elp #emerson lake and palmer #emerson lake & palmer #emerson lake palmer #a greg a day (or two or more)

[ghostfacesfavoritevictim]

Semi public sex & gun play

More? Oh... I'm just getting started

NOT MY GIF

Warnings: 18+, smut, yandere, name calling, dom!Carl, sub!reader, gun! play, characters aged up, anything else I forgot(please let me know!!)

I was walking through the forest having just out ran away from a herd of walkers. I was walking and suddenly bumped into something… or someone. The boy turns around with a look of fear and slowly starts to smile looking me over. ‘Hey! I'm Carl, Carl Grimes.’ 

‘Can I help you?' I draw my gun out of its holster ready to shoot him. ‘Easy - Easy! No need for the gun.’ He held up his hands, ‘Why don't you put that down?’ He says taking a step towards me. 'Why don't you get the fuck away before I shoot your other eye out' I step back a little.

He raises his eyebrows, ‘What did you say?’ He asks with an almost serious look on his face. 'You heard me' I get a serious look on my face. He smirks,  ‘What... you only got one bullet in there?’ He chuckles, taking another step towards me.

'Nope, I've got plenty to kill you though' I quiver but my face remains serious and I take another step back. ‘Easy…’ He steps closer, ‘You don't have it in you, sweetheart.’ 'Wanna bet?' I step back but pull the trigger, a bullet flying right past him. He smiles ‘Damn, you're feisty. Alright, alright, put the gun down. Please. I just wanna talk.’ He steps forward. 

'Make me' I cock the gun ready to fire another shot. His eyes narrow and he moves closer, ‘Put. The gun. Down... or I'll take it from you myself.’ 'I'd like to see you try.' I step farther back and get ready to shoot again.

‘Don't underestimate me.’ A shadow crosses over his face - He slowly and calmly walks towards me. ‘Hm I could say the same, I'm capable of many things' I smirk and continue to step away hitting a tree. ‘Ah, but that's where your problem starts... you're always stepping back.’ He pins me against the tree and pushes the gun to my chin.

'Hmm but I can still kill you' I suck in a breath, my breathing becoming heavy gun still in hand. ‘True, you could kill me. But will you?’ He pushes the gun harder against my chin and smirks deviously.

'If I really need to I will' I take my gun and hold it up to his chin. ‘I'm not worried. You got no bullets loaded.’ He grabs the gun and tries to pull it away to see if there are bullets in the chamber. He smirks, ‘See? No bullets. And…’ He slowly and seductively takes the gun away, looking directly in her eyes, then placing it back to her chin. ‘Don't underestimate me either.’

I suck in a breath 'I have two words for you Carl.. Fuck. You!' I spit in his face and chuckle with a smirk. He chuckles and slowly leans in and softly bites my neck before pushing away and smirking cheekily. ‘You're feisty, I like that. What's your name?’ He licks his lips, 'Get off me!' I try to push away but he's stronger than me and I can't get free. He bites harder, pushing me up against the tree, ‘Oh, but you like this, don't you?’

I shake my head no, trying to ignore the hot feeling in the pit of my stomach. ‘Oh you're a fun one!’ He bites again, more aggressively. Pushing his body against mine as he continues to nibble my neck. 'Get off me!!' I shout and try to push him away again.

‘Not so easily.’ He smirks and presses against me harder. Nibbling harder. Running his fingers through my hair, pulling slightly, drawing me in even closer. I let out a pathetic whine as the heat grew more 'P-please.' ‘How about no…’ He smirks even harder, nibbles on my neck and whispers into my ear, ‘Just give in to it... you want this.’

'N-no I don't.. get away..' I can't do anything. He trapped me and took my gun. ‘Oh, but you do... come now, don't deny it.’ He nibbles further down my neck, closer to my chest. I shake my head no repeatedly but my body betrays me and gives into his touch. He smiles as I try to deny it, nibbling on my neck and kissing my neck, then moving to my ear and whispering, ‘Shhh... you have no choice here, you could scream, but it's no use.’ He says softly into my ear whilst nibbling my neck again.

'Please get off C-Carl' I try not to give in but I can't help it. ‘Come on... I love how you try to resist, but I know you're enjoying this.’ He smirks, nibbling on my neck more, and whispering softly, sensually, ‘I can taste your fear.’ He bites harder, drawing blood. Against my own will I moan and lean into him more.

‘That's it…’ His voice softens and he nibbles my neck again, leaving a mark. ‘You taste wonderful... fear and sweat, a little blood too.’ He whispers into my neck once again. My hands reach for his hair and pull it hard. He pulls away slightly, grinning. ‘That's it, don't fight it. Let all those feelings out.’ He nibbles on my neck and suckles on my blood again.

'Mm need more Carl' I moan pressing myself against him more fully giving in. He smirks, ‘More? Oh... I'm just getting started.’ He nibbles on my neck harder, pulling more on my hair - kissing, nibbling and biting. Slowly moving down my collar bone. 'Mmm feels good carl...' I grasp at his shirt signaling him to remove it.

He smirks and starts to slowly and steadily remove his shirt, teasing me. Letting his fingers glide against my neck as he continues to nibble on it. Kissing my collarbone. I removed my shirt and forgot for a second I wasn't wearing a bra. He looks down at my boobs and smirks. ‘Looks like I get to have my fun, too.’ Then he nibbles me even harder, starting at my neck and slowly moving to my stomach, kissing me softly yet nibbling on my stomach slightly.

I start to undo his belt, getting impatient. He smirks, ‘Oh, you can't be that impatient, sweetheart.’ He continues to nibble on my stomach and kiss me softly, slowly going back up my body and kissing my neck, licking my neck and sucking on the tiny marks, the blood. ‘Mmm' O moan the pain and pleasure getting to me.

He smirks. ‘Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?’ He continues to nibble on my neck and suckling on the bite marks, kissing my neck and going back down my body, slowly. Looking up at me and giving me the most sensually seductive look as he kisses my stomach, nibbling it slightly. His hand on my leg as the other roughly grips my neck. 'Mmm, I really need you Carl.'

He smirks, ‘Is that so, sweetheart? I suppose I better help you with that.’ He stops and takes a deep breath in, and smirks, ‘But not yet.’ He slowly pulls back and stands back up, still smirking, "And you better ask nicely, princess, because I could always say... 'No' to you." He lets the thought settle, not wanting to break the moment. But, oh how badly he wanted to continue this and... to finish this. To... fulfill both our pleasures.

He smirks, ‘And... you wouldn't want that, would you?’ He steps closer again, ’I have to admit, though... seeing you like this, wanting me, needing me like this... it's quite a turn on, darling.’ He licks his lips and smirks. ‘But you still can't have me.’ He whispers while nibbling on my neck. ‘You gotta say it.’

'Say what?' "Say please." He whispers, whilst nibbling on my neck for the millionth time. ‘I like it when you beg, baby girl.’ ‘Please?’ *I smirk* - "Louder." He bites down on my neck and nibbles yet again. Pulling me in slightly. 'PLEASE!' I yell hoping not to attract walkers. 

He pulls away and smirks. ‘There we go, baby girl. Good girl. Now, we can really start to have fun, huh?’ He looks me up and down and smirks once more and takes off his boxers, ‘Take off those short shorts and panties of yours.’ I do as he tells me and remove my shorts and panities. 

He takes his gun and rubs the tip of it through my folds, my juices dripping onto it. ‘M’ gonna fuck you with my gun first.’ ‘B-but the b-bullets-’ I moan as the cold tip of the gun pushes against my clit. ‘Empty..’ His voice breathy enjoying the sight of my dripping cunt. 

‘T-than-’ ‘I know my pretty little slut…’ He pushes the tip of the gun into my hole, ‘I had you all scared and worked up because you thought I had bullets,’ He pumps the tip of the gun in and out of me at a fast rate… ‘Mmmm Carl need you inside me..’ I moan, lifting my hips to meet the thrusts of his hand on the gun. 

‘Ok baby I’ll give it to ya.’ With that he takes his gun out of me and sets it on the ground. He grabs the back of my thighs signaling me to jump. I jump and he rubs himself against my entrance pushing himself in after a few seconds, ‘Your s-so tight my little slut.’

‘S-so big Car-’ He thrusts into me with a hard thrust causing me to let out a very loud moan. He puts his hand over my mouth, ‘Shh baby, don’t wanna attract the dead… Or the undead.’ I nod against his hand and try to remain quiet as he pulls away his hand. 

He continues to thrust into me bringing his hand down to rub my clit. ‘Mmm close Carl…’ ‘Shhh baby it’s ok come for me cum for daddy.’ I do just that, my juices leaking down between us. ‘That’s my good little slut all cock drunk and stupid for me.’ He keeps thrusting into me at a fast pace, 'I'm close baby so close… want it in you??'

'Y-yes please,' after a few more thrusts he's filling me up. 'Gonna give you my babies.' I nod as he.continues to fill me up. Once I'm full he pulls out and tucks himself into his pants.

'Get dressed baby gonna take you to my camp and clean you up.' With that's we dress and I pick up my gun and he picks up his and we head to his camp.

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[carlgrimesenthusiast]

more sub! carl 😱😱 i could lay in his lap for hours, his cock in my mouth, warming it on my tongue while he whines and squirms for me to finish him off

i love sub!carl so much. he definitely whimpers and whines😫

warnings: mommy kink, smut.

“mommy.” carl whimpered, legs shaking against your shoulders as you teased his cock.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you smirked. your hand moved up and down against his cock, painfully slow, your thumb making small circles against his tip

“your mouth.” he breathed out, bucking his hips up trying to reach for your mouth.

“where’s your manners, baby?” you pouted up at him.

“please!” he begged, looking so frustrated. his hair stuck to his face from how hot he had been.

you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. you drew circles against his tip, not daring to go any lower and keeping your eyes on him. carls mouth slightly agape, small breathes being let out.

carl couldn’t wait any longer, he had cum. “please, mommy, please. i’ll do anything, i’ll be such a good boy for you.” he whined.

that’s all it took, before you swallowed him whole. his body was on fire. he bucked his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“more.” he whined.

you removed his cock from your mouth, breathing in much needed air. his pre-cum strung from your mouth.

“please mommy, it hurts.” he whimpered, you loved the feeling of having him in your mouth, the weight against your tongue, his whimpers, his taste, everything.

you finally obliged to him, taking him whole into your mouth. he moaned out a small ‘mommy’ before his head resting back, mouth opened and eyes closed; he looked so fucked out already.

carl looked back down at you, “mommy, i’m gonna cum.” you already knew he would, his cock twitched inside your mouth.

you took him out of your mouth before he came. you moved your hand up and down before his cum squirted out. he slumped his head down against his shoulder.

“thank you, mommy, thank you.” carl gasped, chest heaving up and down.

you sat up and went to the bathroom to get a wet rag, you came back and cleaned him up. carl tried to move away from the sensitivity but let you anyways.

you came back and went into bed with him, slinging the blanket over both your bodies. his face his smudged with your boobs, he wrapped his arms around your body, falling asleep instantly.

thank you anon for the request!

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[carlplsrailme]

can you do a carl grimes nsfw alphabet?🤭

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

everyone is 18+ <3

A = Aftercare (What They're Like After Sex)

Carl is so sweet. he'd get you water if needed, cuddle you, kiss you, clean you up, just everything ugh he is so adorable <3 he'd just wants to make you feel loved and safe after sex

B = Body Part (Their Body Of Theirs and Their Partner's that they like)

He likes his hands, seeing them pump in and out of your gushy cunt, and having his arms around you, keeping you safe, and making you cum basically.

He loves your eyes, as sappy as this man is he is in love with them, Siren or Doe he is obsessed. (especially when you're focused, like when you're killing walkers)

C = Cum (Anything to Do with Cum; because yum.)

I'd say his favorite place to cum is honestly on your tits (he is nasty nasty) it's hot when it dribbles on your nipples and makes him so fucking hard again

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty Self Explanatory, A Dirty Secret of Theirs)

remember back at the prison? with those flimsy curtains we tried to use as doors? yeah, he peeled them away when you were changing.

E = Experience (How Experience are They? Do They Know What They're Doing?)

he knew absolutely nothing at first. I mean..obviously, it's the apocalypse. but with trial and error, you guys found the perfect pace and perfect angles <3

F = Favorite Positions (This Goes Without Saying)

missionary. like I said he is sappy and loves to hold your hands above your head while he looks at your face when having sex with you

G = Goofy (Are They More Serious In The Moment? Are They Humorous? Etc.)

he is more serious, and emotional out of everything. when its just love making tho he can be more goofy

H = Hair (How Well Groomed Are They? Does The Carpet Match The Drapes? Etc.)

it's not on his mind to shave his pubic hair, I mean why would it? there are a million other things more important than that. but, he does grab scissors and to a trim every so often (don't worry, he's very skilled with his hands)

I = Intimacy (How Are They During the Moment? The Romantic Aspect)

bros a fucking rom-com. he is so sweet and so loving, buuuut when he's stressed it could get a little more freaky, he is just a switch with those things

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

he doesn't jack off so much anymore now that he's with you, but he probably jerked off in the shower thinking about you as his daily routine before he got with you.

K = Kink (One or More of Their Kinks)

your innocent eyes looking up at him when his cock is down your throat (told you he had a thing for your eyes)

loooooves it when you're vocal, he wants to hear just how good he's fucking you

L = Location (Favorite Places to Do the Deed)

shower for sure. gotta live out those fantasies he had when he was fucking his fist now he has the real deal. but on a serious note, it's easier for you to be louder and it's easier to clean up.

M = Motivation (What Gets them Turn on, What Gets Them Going)

everything! he is a teenage boy, after all, bro is 18 and has a girlfriend what do you expect? but the top of his list is when your cleavage pops out, makes him wanna take you right then and there

N = No (Something They Wouldn't do, Turn Offs)

hurting you, or just making you feel bad is not something he'd like

O = Oral (Preferences in Giving and Receiving, Skill, Etc.)

I think as much as he likes receiving, giving you pleasure is so much more rewarding. ( he could be stuck in between your thighs allll day)

P = Pace (Are They Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Etc.)

slow and sensual...unless he's had a rough day....then buckle up.

Q = Quickies (Their Opinion on Quickie, How Often, Etc.)

i think he likes them. the shower for example -easy cleanup and easy wake-up or wind down-

R = Risk (Are They Game to Experiment? Do They Like Taking Risks? Etc.)

if risks mean fucking you in "oh fuck are we gonna get caught?" places, then yes. (such as the kitchen, it's happened so many times, thank goodness you guys haven't gotten caught yet)

S = Stamina (How Many Rounds Can They Go For? How Long Do They Last?)

he can go on forever, 4 rounds if you can keep up, but 2-3 if you're tired.

T = Toys (Do They Own Any Toys? Do They Use Them? On A Partner or Themselves?)

where is he supposed to find toys!?!? but if he finds an unopened, new, clean vibe then I think he'd store it in his bag to ask you about it for later.

U = Unfair (How Much Do They Like To Tease?)

a good amount I think. he likes to tease you in the walls of Alexandria, just cuz for shits and giggles and seeing that pouty look he can kiss off, but outside the walls, he doesn't bother you too much. -doesn't wanna distract you-

V = Volume (How Loud They Are, What Sounds They Make. Etc.)

in bed, low grunt and praises in your ear. in the shower, full-on groaning and moaning as he pounds into you.

W = Wild Card (A Random Headcanon For The Character)

he once fingered you in the living room while someone was in the kitchen across from it, he'd had a blanket over your both, your head was limp on his shoulders as you let out little whimpers in his ear but to anyone else, it looked like you were having trouble waking up. the fear and excitement of getting caught rushing through your veins (tho he'd die if someone found out) was so thrilling as his fingers fucked into your pussy, and when you came he was daring enough to slip his fingers in his mouth to lap on your cream, then rick walked by and he turned his palm so it looked like he was yawning. he still looks back to that as the craziest thing you've guys done.

X = X-ray (Let's See What's Going Under Those Clothes)

6.2 inches. and he has a raging cock. veins all over with a deep red tip that oozes with pre-cum. it looks so fucking sore and all you wanna do is relieve that uncomfortable ache in his cock :(.. he has a nice pair of balls, they're heavy with the need to pump you full of babies and he loves it when you take one into your mouth <3

Y = Yearning (How High Is There Sex Drive?)

pretty high. he can get his fill with one quick rough fuck for a day or two but if it's like a week then you start to notice he can get a little snappy with people and more irritable so once you start to notice that you make sure to give a good sucking that night that has him whimpering and whining <3

Z = Zzz (How Quickly They Fall Asleep Afterwards)

after making sure you're safe and okay, he kinda watches you for a while then knocks out not too long after...making sure to kiss your lips or your nose if you are asleep and mumble 'love you' before drifting off himself <3

an: omggg i loved writing this sm <3 I had kinda a weird day today and writing this made me feel so much better. lmao my writing kinda seems off to me but I just think it's because I'm writing like narration pov in this post, anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed it!! mwah! <3

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[juuuulez]

Hello :) Carl x F!Greene!Reader, Reader and Carl had been pining for each other since they met at the farm but they haven't had a chance to talk about it TO CONFESS so basically more than friends but no label. Back in s5e15 Carl chases Enid when he spots her climbing over the wall. And in the tree scene where they almost kissed, Reader somehow spots them(was on a walk to relieve stress) I am such a sucker for ANGST. You have full reign of how the story will go! Ty v much :))

Little Pleasures.

info: S5Carl x Greene! Reader, technically no pronouns used but u can fill that in mentally, kids being stupid.

summary: You catch Carl and Enid sharing an intimate moment, and can no longer repress your feelings for the Grimes’ boy. Luckily, he intends on making it right.

this was soooo cute to write!!! plss send more request i loved doing this!

You’ve learnt to enjoy the little things in life.

Seeing your sister, Maggie, happy with Glenn filled you with joy. Carol would sometimes bring over cookies, and promised to teach you the recipe. Once Daryl found an old music box while on a supply run, and brought it back for you.

But your favourite little pleasure? Well, that was easily Carl Grimes.

Whenever you were sad, he’d notice, and let you read his comics. He was perceptive like that, and could sense your emotions from a mile away. Maybe he, too, felt this deep sense of sadness, an ache that never went away.

After the death of your father and sister, that ache became all consuming. Some days you couldn’t bare to get up, and yet those where the days Carl turned up, standing on your porch. Throwing stones at your window.

Once again, it was these little things that made life worthwhile. You liked to think that Carl enjoyed your company as much you did his.

Sure, back at the prison Beth had egged you to make a move on him, as it was no denying how the sheriff’s boy made your heart sore. Back then, it was a silly little crush, one you’d indulge in just to pass the time. But now it was impractical. Seeing everybody you loved perish numbed you, and growing attached to Carl would only result in further turmoil.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

So why did seeing Carl with Enid hurt so much?

Whenever you were particularly sad, a walk seemed to help. Except for now, crouched behind a bush watching Carl and Enid hiding in a tree, their faces inches away. It made you feel sick.

Why was he with her? Did she have something you didn’t? Was she prettier? Could understand his comics better?

Your mind ran rampage, the embarrassing feeling of hot tears spilling into your cheeks. This was pathetic. You’d sworn that Carl meant nothing to you, and yet you couldn’t handle seeing him with someone else.

In a hurry, you took off, scurrying back to Alexandria. No more walks. No more going outside. No more little pleasures.

That was until late at night, when the familiar tapping on your window returned.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

“Stop it!” You shout, moving to pry your window open just before Carl can throw another stone. It makes your insides feel warm and fuzzy, the sight of him standing there, hair messy under his hat. You’d missed him.

“Will you come down?” He asks in a plea, speaking in this whisper-shout in an attempt not to wake the whole neighbourhood. “I haven’t seen you all day. Thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”

Your jaw clenches, wanting nothing more than to banish him from your sight. “Maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.”

It was harsh, childish venom dripping from your tone as you slam the window shut, the harsh action vibrating against the wall. Sniffling, wiping messily at your eyes, you sat back down on your bed.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

You groan into your pillow, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs against the bedding. Why won’t he give up?

At your lack of response, there’s silence. It sounds like Carl’s gone home. Good. Now you can avoid him all day, all night, and never have to see him that close to Enid again. She can have him.

Only a few minutes later there’s a knocking at your door. You tilt your head out of the pillow, looking across the room. However, before you can give permission, the door is opening, revealing Carl once more.

“I said I didn’t want to talk to you!” You scold him, and in a fit of aggression, throw your pillow over at the boy.

He catches it seamlessly, throwing it into the bed as he approaches you. “Why the hell not? I got a new edition of Hawkeye. Thought you’d want to read it.”

“Why don’t you read it with Enid?” You mumble, turning away from him to face the opposite wall. This all seems so childish and stupid, the exact thing you wanted to avoid by distancing yourself from Carl.

There’s a beat of silence.

The bed dips slightly, a warm presence filling the space next to you. It takes everything within your power not to look at him.

“Enid doesn’t like comics,” Carl tells you, his voice quiet and sincere, like he can sense how upset you are no matter how irrational. “I wanted to see you today. But you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You roll your eyes, and with one motion, fall back onto your bed with a huff. “I thought I didn’t want to be near you. Incase… I started enjoying it too much.”

You’re met with silence again, like an indication to continue. At least, that’s how you take it.

“Something bad’s gonna happen, Carl. It always does. And I don’t want… to be too sad, when you get hurt. Or when I get hurt.”

There’s a gentle thud as Carl falls back onto the bed, laying next to you over the covers. You don’t look at him, but he’s looking at you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, “It’s okay to be scared… but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do things that make you happy.”

You don’t respond, too embarrassed to admit the feelings that have been eating you up inside. The words you can’t seem to push past your lips, no matter how hard you try.

Luckily, Carl does it for you.

“Do I make you happy?”

It’s an innocent question, yet makes your face flush red, ashamed that he’s been able to pick you apart so easily. If your reaction wasn’t obvious enough, you meekly nod in confirmation.

If you were facing Carl, you’d see the smile that spread across his face.

“You make me happy, too. More than you could understand.” He tells you, an admission that warms your heart.

Finally, you look over at him, and find that Carl is closer than you anticipated. He’s taken his hat off, resting further on the bed, brown hair messily splashed out on the sheets.

A smile of your own makes its way onto your face, feeling understood in a way that’s become so foreign. This couldn’t get any better.

Until it did.

“Can I… kiss you?” Carl asks, an innocent request that reignites that fire within you, the one you’ve been ignoring for so long.

When you speak, it comes out in a nervous whisper, “Please.”

For the first time in months, you’ve found something that truely makes you happy. A little pleasure above all.

The way Carl gently places his lips on yours, hands cupping your face like it were made from porcelain, that you may shatter under his fingers. He’s nervous, but that’s okay. You’re nervous, too.

You could definitely get used to this.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x you #enid rhee

[reallygreatblogname222]

Cegan concept - Teacher Carl

I really want a fic where Carl is a teacher and Negan is his student. Maybe Negan’s an ex-con, fresh out of prison. He enrolls in a community college to finish the degree he was working on before that asshole picked a fight with him a decade ago. He hadn’t realized a neck could break so easily... Anyway, he’s back on track and eager to finish his degree and move on from this chapter of his life.

Carl’s hard work has finally paid off. He’s a newly-hired teacher (21-23) at his local community college, and he’s ready to shove all his worldly knowledge toward the eager young (and old) faces in his classes.

Before class is set to start, Carl is preparing his lesson at a student’s desk (his own desk is drafty and it’s a cold day. He doesn't know where the funding for this college goes but it certainly doesn't go towards maintenance).

Negan walks into class early on his first day and spots an attractive young man with long brown hair sitting at a desk, working on something. He immediately sits beside him. He introduces himself and catches the boy’s name as Carl. Negan starts chatting shit with him saying ‘I used to cheat in exams all the time in high school’ and goofing off with him. Other students pile in as they're chatting, and class soon begins.

To Negan's confusion, Carl stands up while patting him on the shoulder, and heads to the front of the class. The kid makes pointed eye contact with Negan while he introduces himself as the teacher. He makes an ‘I’ve got my eye on you’ gesture at Negan. Negan, uncharacteristically caught off-guard, slumps in his chair. Oops.

Throughout the first few weeks, Carl is completely blindsided by this rough, rugged ex-con’s dirty jokes and advances. He doesn’t want to risk his new job that he worked his butt off to get, but he’s also so unbelievably attracted to Negan that it’s not actually fair.

Negan loves how sassy Carl is in class, but when they're alone (sometimes Negan needs some help after class, you know? Strictly academic help...) it is too damn easy to get the boy all hot and bothered, flustered to the point of stuttering. Carl is exactly what he needs.

#cegan #carl x negan #negan x carl #cegan prompt #Not gonna lie I'll probably write this #please help me populate the cegan prompt tag

[dizzyandcurious6]

His Sister [ Mitch Kramer/fem!Reader ] Part 2.

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•••

[ (Y/n) Floyd ]

School was over and I went to find Tommy and his friend.

"(Y/n), how was class?" Tommy asked once I found them.

"I hate first days of school. We always have to introduce ourselves," I rolled my eyes. "And for you?"

"Our Math teacher is hot," he smiled and the boys giggled. I rolled my eyes, of course they would say that.

"Is that all?" I asked and he nodded.

"Our P.E. Teacher is also pretty hot," Carl snickered.

"Who? Mrs. Baker?" I asked and he nodded. "She's so mean..."

"Really? She was pretty nice to us," Carl snickered.

"Whatever." I mumbled. "Who are you waiting for?"

"Hirschfelder," Mitch said looking at the entrance. "He said he was going to talk to the Chemistry teacher."

"What for?" I asked and Mitch shrugged.

"He always needs extra help in Science," Carl says.

"Let's go," my older brother says as he walks past me.

"Gotta go," I say.

"How about you come over to Mitch's house? We're going to watch a movie." Tommy says.

"Cool, give me the address." I smiled and he wrote it on my hand.

"Be there loser," he smiled and I smiled back.

"I'll be there," I waved goodbye to them and followed my older brother.

•••

[ Mitch Kramer ]

"Why did you invite her?" I asked looking at Tommy who smirked.

"Because, you two obviously have a thing for her and I want to see who she picks," he shrugged.

"What did I miss?" Hirschfelder asked as he walked over to us.

"Yoko wants to break up the band," I mumbled.

"What?" Hirschfelder asked.

"Tommy invited (Y/n) to Mitch's house to see us fight," Carl said.

"To see you fight? Why?" Hirschfelder asked looking at Tommy. We began our walk to our houses.

"They both like her. It's clear as day. And, well, I think it would be fun to see them fight over her," Tommy laughs.

"I don't like (Y/n)," I scoffed.

"You do! I saw the way you looked at her during Chemistry, you were basically killing me with that stare!" Tommy laughed.

"Is that what was happening?" Hirschfelder asked looking at me. "No wonder, you were acting so distracted."

"I wasn't distracted by her, the class is just so boring," I mumbled.

"Yeah right," Tommy laughed.

"I guess we are going to have to fight," Carl joked. "May the best man win."

"You can have her," I mumbled. "I'm not fighting anyone and not over a stupid girl."

I walked faster and they all began to laugh at me.

"Come back Mitch! We were only messing with you!" Carl shouted. I flipped them the middle finger and continued to walk to my house.

"Are we still coming over?!" Hirschfelder asked.

I didn't answer and they just kept laughing. What good friends they are.

•••

[ (Y/n) Floyd ]

The phone rang and I picked up first.

"Hello?" I say with a smile.

"Hey, it's Tommy." Tommy says and I relax.

"Hey!" I smiled, "What's up?"

"Mitch is mad at us," he snickered. I heard other snickers on the other side.

"How come?" I asked and there was laughter this time, "What's so funny?"

"No reason," he laughed. "You still going right?"

"Yeah, should I not go?" I asked.

"No!" He shouted quickly which caught me by surprise. "I mean, no. You can still go. Mitch is very easily angered. He'll get over it. I'll see you there!" Tommy hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Randall asked as he walked in the living room.

"Just my friend," I say with a shrug.

"It better just be a friend. You're a fetus and you aren't allowed to date." He scolded and I rolled my eyes.

"You had a girlfriend when you were my age. Why can't I have a boyfriend?" I asked and he of course rolled his eyes.

"Because, I'm a man and you're a girl. It's different." He walked away before I could say anything else to him.

"Whatever, I'm going over to my friend's house later!" I shout and ran upstairs to get ready. I put on a cute skirt and a cute red top on. I applied lipgloss and redid my hair. I smiled at the mirror before walking out of my bedroom and downstairs. “I’m leaving!”

I slammed the door closed and began walking to the direction of where Mitch’s house was. It was a quiet walk and it was cold, wearing a skirt was a mistake.

I knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

“What are you doing here?” Mitch asked looking at me weird.

“Am I early?” I asked confused. “Did they not come yet?”

“Those bastards, I told them that the plans were cancelled and of course they don’t tell you.” He rolled his eyes.

I laughed nervously, “They sure know how to mess with a person.” There was an awkward silence. “I should go…”

“Wait,” he said, he seemed to be arguing with himself. “You should stay. It’s going to get dark soon, stay until my sister gets back she can take you home.”

“Are you sure?” I asked and he nodded. “Okay…”

I entered his house and sat on the sofa.

“Want some water? Juice?” He asked.

“Um, water would be okay.” I smiled and he nodded. He walked to his kitchen and I sat there.

•••

[ Mitch Kramer ]

“Those bastards wouldn’t pull this shit,” I muttered. I grabbed the phone and dialed Tommy’s number. I waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” He says.

“Why didn’t you tell her the plans were off?” I asked angrily.

“I thought you were going to,” he said trying to hold back a laugh.

“I don’t know her phone number!” I shouted.

“Is she there?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“What do you think, asshole?” I say and he laughs louder.

“Mitch?” Carl says also holding back a laugh. “Tell her that we are so sorry—laugh— and that we will make it up to her.”

“You bastards,” I say before hanging up the phone. I grabbed a bottle of water before walking out.

“Were you calling them?” She asked and I nodded. “What did they say?”

“A bunch of bull,” I mumbled. I sat beside her and there was an awkward feeling.

“I can call my brother and see if he’ll come and get me,” she suggests.

I looked at her and once more I was hypnotized by her eyes.

“Mitch?” I could hear her say but I didn’t say anything back.

“Huh?” I said back finally snapping back to reality.

“I said I could call my brother to come and get me,” she repeats.

“Oh, um… We can just watch the movie. I have to return it tomorrow, besides those bastards deserve for it to be spoiled.” I tell her and she nods.

I grab the movie and put it on the TV. I sat a few inches away from her and we watched it in an awkward silence.

“I’m home!” My sister Jodi shouts as she sets her keys down. “Hello?”

“Hi,” (Y/n) smiles at her.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” She asks and I shake my head. She looks at me suspiciously before shrugging.

“Jodi!” I say before she leaves.

“Yes?” She asks.

“Could you maybe… Take her home?” I ask. She looks over at (Y/n) then looks back at me.

“Sure,” she says.

“Rad, thanks.” I say before looking at the TV again.

The movie ends and Jodi takes her home. I laid on the sofa defeated. Damn assholes, had I known they were going to pull this I would’ve been less awkward!

I heard the front door open and close and Jodi’s footsteps walk over to me.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumbled.

“What was that?” She asked and I groaned.

“I messed up I know!” I say back and she scoffs.

“Messed up? If you ever want to see her again I suggest you call her and apologize. You were so… Awkward?” She laughs and walks away.

I rolled off the sofa and walked over to the telephone. I didn’t even know her phone number. I sighed and grabbed the phonebook. I looked through all the F last names before finding it. I began to call it.

“Hello?” I heard her say.

“Hey, it’s Mitch…” I say.

“Hey,” she says with a tone of surprise.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted… More like how I didn’t act,” I chuckled nervously.

“It’s okay. I know it must’ve caught you off guard,” she chuckles. “Besides, I wasn’t any better.”

We began to laugh and talk a little more with each other.

“How about a redo?” I ask towards the end.

“Sure,” she says.

“Maybe this time we actually go to a real theater?” I suggest.

“Yeah. I would love that.”

“Cool… How about tomorrow? After school?”

“Rad, I’ll be there.”

“Rad. I’ll see you then.”

#mitch kramer x fem!reader #mitch kramer #mitch kramer x reader #dazed and confused #x reader #romance #love #x female reader #randall floyd #Floyd’s sister #class of 1979 #1976