#goblin writes

[lilgoblinbitch]

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daryl dixon is a munch.

that man LOVES eating your pussy. everything about it makes him rock fucking hard; your moans, the way you tangle your hands in his hair when he licks and sucks your pulsing cunt, and how you wrap your thighs around his head ensuring he doesn’t stop. but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going. his face is between your legs for 10 minutes, 30 minutes, hell sometimes even hours. he just can’t get enough.

daryl dixon also likes to fuck.

he loves watching your eyes roll to the back of your skull while he pounds into you, hips rutting into your core with his big hands manhandling your thighs. he always makes you feel good. always paying special attention to your sensitive little bud.

“feels so good, daryl.” you’d say.

“doin’ s’good f’me, baby.”

he loves praising you. you’re always so good for him. your cunt is a prison, and his cock is the prisoner; except he won’t be bailing out.

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#the walking dead #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon #daryl dixon drabble #twd #twd smut #twd drabble #twd headcanons #twd daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x fem!reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #goblin writes #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon headcanon #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl smut

[treasure-goblin]

Day In The Life: 1

"Pa."

"Pa."

"Pa."

"Pa, wake up."

Link grumbled tiredly and rolled over, swatting idly at whatever or whoever was calling his name. He was too old for this shit, let him sleep in goddesses-dammit.

"Pa, Raven says his stomach feels bad."

Oh, fuck.

"I'm up, I'm up." Link sat up with a yawn, rubbing his face tiredly, looking over at Mason, who hovered at the edge of his bed. The boy looked exhausted and haggard, clearly not getting enough sleep himself.

"You go on back to bed, ok?" Link said with a gentle smile, ruffling his son's hair as he stood, eliciting a weak disgruntled sound from his eldest. "I'll handle whatever's wrong. Thanks for waking me."

"Ok, Pa." He replied tiredly, rubbing his eyes and turning to head back to his room. Link's smile relaxed into something more bittersweet, and he went to check on his youngest.

"Hey, kiddo. What's the matter?" Link asked gently as he leaned into Raven’s bedroom doorway. The young boy was sitting upright in bed, staring blankly at the wall, until he heard his father. Raven reached up immediately, making a grabbing motion towards his father. Link, pushover as he was, immediately went to his son's side and hoisted the 10 year old up into his arms.

"Mason said you ain't feeling too good. That true, Ven?" He asked, tone low and gentle as Raven curled into his hold. The boy nodded, sighing deeply, but didn't elaborate. There wasn't much Link could do off of so little information, so the guessing game began.

"Do you need water?" A head shake.

"Do you need food?" Another head shake.

"Are you gonna be sick?" Head shake again.

"...do you need to use the bathroom?"

That got a response, weak giggles and a head shake as Raven pushed his father's face away gently. Link chuckled deeply, shrugging.

"Hey now, I'm just trying to help." He said with a soft smirk. "Did you just need Pa to come hold you for a bit? Is that all?"

Raven hesitated, then nodded, hiding his face in Link's shoulder and sighing again. It was a weary, heavy sound. One Link wished his son would never make. One he wished he could have spared Raven from.

"Wanna sleep in Pa's bed tonight?" He asked gently, rocking Raven ever so slightly as he stood, ignoring the pain in his knee from the action. Raven nodded his agreement and clung to Link even after the two had laid down in the master bedroom and had pulled the covers up.

There was no checking for monsters under the bed tonight because Papa would protect him, Raven was sure. And for Link, his sleep was easy and deep, the first good sleep he'd had in a while.

When he woke, he didn't even mind that Mason and Eden had found their way to his bed sometime in the night. He was content to lay there, basking in the calm morning sun, content as his wife's side of the bed wasn't empty as it had been for a long time.

Masterlist

Divider by @/cafekitsune

#original link #original character #raven <3 #raven hodm #eden hodm #link hodm #hodm #hero of death's mercy #mason hodm #cal writes #goblin writes #legend of zelda oc

[cursedgoblin-yx]

It’s been a MINUTE since I wrote any fan fiction so it’s rough imo my I’m getting into it and the second chapter is gonna be in Adam’s POV and we’re skipping to the porn because I’m living for the budding identity crisis

#habin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel adam #adam #lucifer x adam #adam x lucifer #goblin writes #hazbin hotel lucifer

[hobgobknowsbest]

my dear gobs and ghouls, today I would like to introduce to you

the goblin sigil™

lovingly crafted in the Blair Witch style by yours truly, this simple little design can be drawn, painted, scrawled and scratched upon any and all surfaces of your choosing, letting all those around you know who and what is in the area

you could even call it a warning...

or a summoning! what better way to find out if other gobs are in your neighborhood?

sometimes simplicity is best: what we have here is the alchemical symbol for earth (triangle with line at bottom), and the Norse rune Haglaz, which roughly translates to chaos

to my knowledge, there has not been a single symbol devoted to goblins. not historically, not in folklore. and I, for one, think it's about time we got one

comments? flattery? hate mail? I accept all with equal joy... and will continue doing whatever the hell I want anyway

#goblincore #goblin culture #goblin vibes #goblin community #goblin things #goblin aesthetic #goblin behaviour #goblin core #goblin energy #goblin hours #goblin king #goblin tips #goblin mode #goblin noises #goblin posting #goblin rambles #goblin speaks #goblin thoughts #goblin writes #goblin symbol #goblin sigil #hobgobknowsbest #oc

[mage-and-gull]

"Si......las.....sila...SILAS!"

The raven haired boy startled, standing straight and looking around for the source of the yelling. A hand waved in front of his face, and he flinched.

"Helloooooo? Hyrule to Lassie, where's your brain gone?" Silas turned to Wesley with an annoyed look.

"You're not letting that one go, huh?"

"Nnnnope!" The redhead laughed, eyes alight with mischief. Wesley pointed across the street towards the seamstress' shop. "Don't think I didn't see you, loverboy. You were making heart eyes and the lovely lady Lillian again." The words were said dramatically, and he threw a hand over his forehead and pretended to swoon.

"Shut up, idiot!" Silas hissed, shaking Wesley by his shoulders and casting a look further into the shop where his father was currently chatting with Wesley's father.

"Oh please, they're talking about the town gossip. They won't pay us any attention unless we spontaneously combust." Wesley rolled his eyes. "Even then, they'd probably just warn us not to set anything else on fire."

The two boys laughed at that, knowing their father's enjoyed this time they had to talk, evidenced by the fact Silas and Link had already been in the store for half an hour longer than necessary.

"Anyway, back to the matter at hand. A certain fine flower across the way?" Wesley teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Silas shrugged and looked away, blushing slightly.

"It's nothing." He said, mood souring. "It's not like anything would come of it anyway."

Wesley was a jokester, that was for sure, but he was smarter than he let on. Silas was at his limit. He could see that, so a new plan for fun appeared in his mind. "Well, I just think that- OH MY HYLIA IS THAT MR. FELDING??"

Silas's head swung around, alert and looking for the mean old man, not noticing when Wesley opened the backdoor he had been standing near and releasing the beast.

Bree, a small, fluffy, horrifying little dog, tore out of the backroom, barking and snarling at patrons before running out of the store.

"BREE, NO!" Silas yelled, running out of the store after the small menace, trying to stop the little terror from biting any knights like last time. Wesley yelled a quick apology to his father and Mr. Link before chasing after his dog and best friend, laughing the whole way down the street.

The conversation about Silas's lady love was soon forgotten by the two, and they spent the rest of the day hunting the murderous cotton ball through the town. All according to Wesley's 'plan'.

#mage <3 #mage posts #silas #wesley #the mage and jester #cal writes #goblin writes

[comicgoblinwrites]

hey! this is chance & here’s week 2's prompt. when you write or create an oc, do you like to reference elements from your life? if yes, name a few. if no, why not?

Whooo finally getting through my asks and things.

Yes, I almost assuredly reference element from my life when writing a character. Whether or not it’s always intentional is another matter.

Darcy (TSOTE protag) has a very similar fashion sense to me, as well as similar sensibilities. We’re also both tragically hyper independent, and we’re both working on it. She used to be a lot more similar to me, but has grown a lot since her creation. She still gets to use all the cool weapons that I want to though!

Maeve, Tyr, and Marcel (TFBS protags) all very much carry facets of me, though I didn’t realize it at first. All three characters have helped me grow a lot the last couple years as I’ve gotten to know them and myself.

And that’s really the why of it: my characters, as much as they are integral to the story, also help me learn about myself, grow, and accept parts of myself and the way that I experience the world, that I might not have prior to meeting them.

#writing #writeblr #writer #characters #asks #answers #writer asks #goblin writes #comic goblin writes

[goblin-writer]

I may or may not have published a first chapter of my first ever fanfic for a criminally underrated game on AO3. Never really used that webbed site before. But if you'd like to check it out: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52418572

#deceive inc #video game fanfic #spy vs spy #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #goblin writes #fanfic #never imagined I would #I'd love to hear opinions #and I'm planning on writing more tomorrow #much love delicious reader

[escapades-to-rivendell]

I wrote almost 1500 words of my fic today and I'm so proud of myself

#its not a lot by many peoples standards but its the most ive been able to accomplish in almost a year and a half #celebrating the small victories i suppose #goblin writes #personal

[skyloftian-prince]

Red.

Red had always been his favorite color.

—-

"Daddy, look! Look’it what i found!" 5 year old Russo ran down the garden path to his father, who smiled and swung him in a wide circle in his arms.

"What a nice flower." Link praised, earning a delighted giggle in reply. The carnation was indeed lovely, its deep red petals undamaged and yet to wilt from being plucked.

"It's for mama”, young Rosso said, playing with the flower petals gently. The two stood there for a while, Russo admiring his flower and his father soaking in the peaceful moment.

—-

Griffi's talons were coated in red, his beak stained and dripping the substance. The red pooled at their feet, blooming like a twisted flower, the puddle spreading from both the bird and his son.

His son. His eldest child. His baby boy.

Russo laid prone on the ground, where Griff had dropped him and collapsed next to his rider. His son was too pale, armor coated in his own blood, eyes wide open but unseeing.

No.

Link didn't hear his wife's cry of dispair. He hardly registered as she ran to the bodies on the ground. There was two, he realized, but he couldn't bring himself to care for anything beyond his son.

Please, no.

Everything was red. The ground, his hands, his son and his loftwing, and now Zelda's dress as she held their son to her chest, saying something that Link couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears.

He's gone.

Red had been Russo's favorite color, link thought again. How wickedly poetic his life ended bathed in it.

Stumbling towards the corpse of his fallen son, Link fell to his knees, pants soon soaked in the puddle of blood. It was cold now. It wasn't supposed to be cold. His son's hand shouldn't be cold to the touch. His gaze shouldn't be so vacant. Russo shouldn't be lying there, unmoving as his mother wailed her heartache to the heavens.

Please, goddesses. This can't be how this ends. Not like this…

Russo was cold. Goddesses, he was so cold. Link shook, tears falling freely as he clutched at his son's lifeless hand, a dull, cold ache in his chest as he silently mourned his loss. He lifted his son's hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss there, bowing his head as a sob escaped his chest.

With a final echoing screech, Griff breathed his last, leaving a grieving mother and father alone with the last remnants of their son.

The blood swirled into patterns along Zelda's white dress, like carnations blooming in the spring.

Russo had always liked red.

It was his favorite color.

#cal writes #goblin writes #prince posts

[marlynnofmany]

This is genius. Off to search the kitchen for new character names.

#naming characters #writer life #star wars #names #wanna write about a goblin named Pabanero Hepper #one of those goblins colored like poisonous tree frogs #it'd be great

[inkskinned]

"your pet doesn't love you; it just has learned that it will get treats if it acts a certain way. it can't understand you."

in between humans, i don't always speak the language either. love has always been hard for me. i don't trust it. i can't read it easily on people's faces - i'm usually trying to read past it; to the "other parts", the ones that make sense to me.

but my mom always offers me food as soon as i get through the door. my brother calls me at weird hours, just to be talking. my sister has a nightmare; asks me to please drive safe in the morning. i throw my friends random parties, just to celebrate something. she drives 45 minutes to spend 3 hours with me. amelia holds my hand while we both cross the street.

no, my dog and i don't have the same language. so what? this is not the same thing as communication. my dog is a good study in how trauma can heal - a rescue from the racetrack; i've been watching his personality develop slowly. in the last year, he's gotten so comfortable with me that he'll ask me to sit down on the grass so he can use my body as a seat. (it's important to note: he is huge. he squishes me. i don't complain. i find it lovely.)

love for us is also just endorphins and behavioral response. i'm a poet, the number of sad men that have tried to "teach me" how stupid it is to be a hopeless romantic is ... not a low one. i cannot count how many times someone has argued - it's all chemical stimulus - as if the fact of it makes it less magical. we're just electrical signals reading the universe! that's fucked up. that's so beautiful.

i find it hard to believe that in the spectrum of evolution we are the only species to feel like this - we already know that dogs and cats also have endorphins. why wouldn't they experience joy? love? companionship? in what world is it a new thing that i had to earn it? in every relationship, both individuals have to work to learn the language. i had to teach my dog what trust is. it's okay that it took time for him to learn it.

in the human world, when i love someone, it's hard for me to speak it. i write them poems or make them food or give them a cool rock i found on the beach.

i don't know how to tell goblin i love him, so i tell him through treats. through a new collar, fancy mattresses, a little bow on his leash. i tell him with long walks and petting him and sitting down on the wet ground so my 70 pound sharp noodle of a dog can prance on my thigh bones and take an awkward - if loving - seat.

"you taught your dog to love you" is kind of a cruel way to reframe what actually happened: i loved him so loudly, it skipped over language and species. the two of us just saying - oh! i have figured out a way to tell you that you make me happy.

#spilled ink #warm up #goblin writing #i got a lot of angry replies on my last goblin post about how dogs DONT love u #like really? did u ask every dog?

[lilgoblinbitch]

Sweetheart 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

rick grimes x fem!reader

from Anon: "I kinda need that rick grimes dumbification you teased at. I know you crushed it"

a/n: yes this was one of the drafts i mentioned on my poll a bit ago! I had a lot of fun writing this. enjoy!

warnings: 18+, PinV unprotected sex, slight dumbification, fingering, slight choking, angst, kinda mean/mocking Rick, edging, cussing, cum swallowing, very vague mentions of past drug usage. (lmk if i missed anything)

wc: 4.3k

Rick Grimes and you had an unsteady ‘relationship.’ Ever since Glenn Rhee, your best friend, welcomed you into the group, you and Rick constantly butted heads. It was like you couldn't agree on any one thing to save both of your lives. And whenever the two of you were alone, Rick often acted as your chaperon, always on your tail nagging you about how you were going to “get yourself hurt.” It irked you to your core. You could handle yourself, and you proved that to him plenty of times, but it just never seemed like Rick was going to trust you under any circumstance.

Glenn and Maggie liked to snicker to themselves, teasing you from time to time that Rick probably had a little crush on you, but you never understood how. That man never even smiled at you; all he did was badger you and make you feel like a fool. What the hell did they know?

“No! I’m not going on a run with him alone, Glenn. You know I’d rip his head off once he starts acting like an authoritative asswipe. And that would be on you for making me go.” You argued with Glenn, who was already scoffing and rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, honestly. You need to learn how to get along with him. Trust me, he’s not a bad guy. Remember I told you about how he led us out of Atlanta? We would have been part of the dead geeks back in the city if it weren’t for him.” Glenn was always the best motivational speaker, and sometimes you disliked how right he could be. 

“I know he’s not a bad guy. I know what he did. But that doesn’t change the fact that Rick has never really treated me like one of you guys. I feel like he’s always seen me as just some — some bitch who got lucky finding a group of strong survivors,” You turned to Glenn, who was rubbing his face like he had a counter argument ready to be made, but you spoke again before he could. “Besides, Rick has never once asked me to go on runs with him, this would be awkward.”

“Not unless you make it awkward. Look, there’s no use in the two of you resenting each other, so I think this might be helpful.”

“I don’t feel like I’m helpful, though... helpful enough, I mean,” you admitted, glancing back up at Glenn who was staring at you intently, a sympathetic glint in his eyes. “I feel like I don’t pull my own weight around here very much. I mean, at least outside the walls. Just wanna feel more useful, and Rick often made me feel the opposite.”

“Well, I know you feel that way because I know you well. But you know you do more than enough for this community, especially keeping inventory and helping Olivia manage rations, and you helped rebuild the walls. You’re strong, and you’re one of us. That’s why Rick is taking you on this next run,” He reassured and patted your back lightly. You blushed and nudged your best friend on the shoulder. He never failed to put a smile on your face. “Come on, this is your chance for you to prove yourself to him. I believe in you.”

Of course you could never say no to Glenn, especially when he was so kind to you all the time. Seriously, the guy didn’t have a mean bone in his body. So, you gave Glenn a half-smile, swallowed your bitterness and stomped your way over to the gate where Rick was already waiting.

“You got the list?”

The car was dead silent, besides the rumbling sound of the tires on the road. Rick was driving, his eyes hyper focused on the road ahead, and just for a few ticks he looked down at his pocket to pull out a crumbled slip of paper. With his gaze back on the road, he held the paper out for you to grab. When you went to grab it from his hand, you could have sworn you felt his fingers graze yours for a split second. Although that didn’t seem to affect Rick very much, as his eyes were still glued to the road and both hands gripping the steering wheel.

Sighing softly, you unfolded the slip of paper and read it under your breath. Your eyes scanned it — not much was on the list, considering a team already went on a supply run the week before, and since you were in charge of inventory you knew the supply for food was not low. Looked like all you’d need to find today were extra rounds of ammunition and a few flare guns.

You desperately wanted to speak, to break the uncomfortable silence that occupied the car, but nothing in your head seemed adequate. So you slumped in your seat and picked at the loose skin of your fingertips while waiting to arrive at your destination.

After a short while the car reached a halt, and Rick wasted no time in getting out. “We’re here, grab a bag from the back and let’s go.” He shut the car door and opened the back door, reaching in to grab a backpack and sling it onto his shoulders. You did the same, after stuffing the list in your back pocket. The car was parked a few hundred feet from a worn-down gun shop on the side of the road. You honestly would have missed it if it weren’t for Rick and Daryl already scoping the place out last month; trees, overgrown grass, and shrubs all contributed to the clandestine nature of the shack.

The two of you took down a few walkers that popped out of the woods near the car before making your way into the rustic shop. You slipped your dagger back into its sleeve and pulled the list back out of your pocket. Rick was preoccupied with scoping the area, ensuring no walkers or other living beings were lurking in hidden areas of the room. The shop had a cabin vibe to it, and even the cobweb added to the scenery.

Your eyes never lingered too long on one area of the room — you needed to find flare guns while Rick gathered the other items. Each step you took around the shop sent the floorboards squeaking, earning nasty looks from the sheriff. Rolling your eyes, you stepped quieter across the room. Soon enough you found a small wooden crate collecting dust underneath a broken shelf. Inside it were random items like a piece of rope, a toolbox, and a few other paltry trinkets. You pursed your lips and raised a brow, grabbing the dusted, rusty old toolbox and holding it up in the light. You swiped the layer of dust that coated the lid and then snapped it open. Your lungs released a dissatisfied sigh when you noticed all that was left in there was a wrench and a rusty nail. Bummer.

“We need another wrench? ‘Cause I just found one!” You joked, scanning the room for Rick, until you realized he wasn’t in your view anymore. You huffed and took the wrench, throwing it into your bag and placing the useless toolbox back onto the shelf.

It didn’t take you long to find Rick, who was shoving his find of items into his bag in another room. “Rick,” you caught his attention abruptly, but only for a moment. He went back to packing stuff into his bag. “Only thing I found was a wrench, there was nothing–”

“I got everything we need,” Rick interrupted. He shuffled by you after zipping up the backpack and swinging it on his back.

This man really knew how to push your buttons; you were truthfully at your breaking point. Before he could leave the room you snagged his arm, turning him to face you. You were irritable, and he could see it painted all over your face with the way your eyes pierced into his. Rick sucked in his cheeks and held your stare, before turning his head to the wall and running a hand through his tousled hair.

You thought back to what Glenn told you — the pointers and pep talk he gave you before you left with Rick. This was the only time you would be able to talk with Rick with his undivided attention and no distractions around you.

“We need to get past this bullshit,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“What bullshit?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Rick.” His eyes met yours again. The self-assuredness you fought so hard to keep dwindled, like the wick of a candle crumbling under the dying fire.

“I– we, um…” you licked your lips and collected your composure, “You know we’ve never really been on the best of terms, ever since Glenn found me on the road to Virginia…”

Rick’s silence and fierce gaze made this all the more difficult for you. You were never great at confrontation in the first place, and this man just had to complicate it even more. “Ever since then, we haven’t really been able to get along.”

“We saw things differently. And you didn’t trust me,” he jeered.

“You didn’t trust me,” You retorted.

“Guess we’re even, then.”

You grinned, but not a happy grin — a grin that could convince your mind that you were satisfied in this moment. It was something you usually did as a child; you thought that if you smiled really hard then maybe your brain would actually think you were happy. It didn’t work right now, though. You turned away from Rick, the grin faltering and a frown replacing it.

“I never meant for things between us to get this complicated and tense… I was in a really rough place when Glenn found me and I could only trust him.” You peered at him once more, “Rick, I’m sorry if–”

He shushed you, a hand reaching up to your cheek to comfort you. This was something foreign to you; the only times he touched you was if he was handing something to you and his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against yours. Now, his hand was placed on your cheek, and his eyes softened after seeing your tender ones pleading at him.

“I’m sorry, too…”

You were close now, his body only inches from yours. One tiny step forward and your bodies would collide. But that wouldn’t happen — couldn’t happen. You would not let it...

“Rick,” you stepped backwards a foot, not anticipating to crash into the wall behind you. His focus was on you, only you, and it made you feel many different things. “I need to know — I need you to tell me we’re okay now. That we–” his body was inching closer to yours again, and you tensed up. “Tell me we’re on good terms now.”

“I shouldn’t have waited this long.”

You were flustered, cheeks beet red. Your back was flush against the wall, hands gripping the paneling for support. “Waited...for what?”

Rick’s taller frame finally pressed against yours. You shuddered under the pressure. “Waited...to touch you–” his eyes darted across your face, landing on your puffy pink lips, “Wanted to, for so long.”

Your lips parted, unsteady breaths leaking out. You swore you could feel your heart pounding on your chest, begging to tear it open. His lips were nearing yours, and there was nothing you could do to stop it — nothing you wanted to do to stop it, at least.

He leaned in close, breath a fervent cloud bouncing off your face. “I think you want it, too.”

A fire ignited inside you, one full of an almost unfamiliar sensation — lust. Something you’d suppressed for so long and never realized you still had in you. Rick Grimes seemed to be the only man to successfully light that spark in you.

It was time to disregard the small voice in your head, the one that was screaming and scolding you for letting lust conquer your conscience. Rick could see right through your tough shell; you were like putty in his grip. So desperate for him to touch you.

Rick tutted at you, thumb pad pressing your chin, directing your eyes to his magnetic blue ones. “Knew you were needy f’me. Ever since you first looked at me.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” His hand snuck down to your denim crotch, fingers briskly tracing the zipper.

“I need to know, Rick — why you always fucking nagged me. If you wanted me, why would you make me believe the exact opposite?” You interrogated, trying to divert the topic to distract the fog clouding your mind. Rick’s finger traced designs across the v-line of your crotch, your breath hitching in your throat each time he dragged a digit down closer to your clothed heat. “You never–” you swallowed hard, gathering your composure back, “You never have long enough conversations with me, just quick enough to avoid our usual tension. And, I don’t recall us ever going on a run alone together.”

Rick’s eyes pierced into yours, his fingers coming to a halt at the hem of your jeans. “The only time I ever see you is when you need to check in on our ammunition and inventory, or when you need me to watch Judith. Even then you don’t really talk to me much.” You slapped Rick’s hand away from your pants, exasperation washing over you. “Oh, and, I can’t forget to mention that you weren’t even the one who invited me on this fucking run. Glenn did!”

Rick took a step back from you, placing his hands on his hips. He bit his lip, averting his eyes to the ground. Your brows furrowed in displeasure. You were aware that Rick was most likely working up something to retort, however impatience got the best of you.

A groan from you filled the silent air. “Please, just explain it to me! Tell me something. Anything!”

The look in his eyes was intensely passionate. You were crumbling against the wall; just his eyes had that effect on you.

“You were like a lost puppy for Glenn, and then Daryl for a while. And it made me angry because–” He closed the gap between you once again, “You were too caught up in acting like a whore instead of being with me.”

Rick’s face was close to yours, his hot breath fading into your own. You were too shocked to react, too dumbfounded by his choice of words. Did he really deem you a whore? 

“I was protecting you all along, and you were too dumb to fucking realize that, huh?” His gruff voice boomed in your eardrums and sent shockwaves through your body. “I should have had you sooner, that was my mistake. But I have you here now, Y/N.” A hand slithered across your neck, gently squeezing it. You bit your lip in anticipation, squeezing your legs together to create friction for your aching core — an arousal you didn’t quite recognize until Rick grabbed your throat and brought it to life.

You were aroused, and Rick acknowledged it. There was no need to keep hiding it. Hastily you grabbed Rick’s face and smashed your lips together, hungry for him. Being that close to him wasn’t enough — you needed him closer.

The kiss became heated pretty quickly, almost two years worth of sexual tension released from it and relieved moans from the both of you harmonizing within the small shop. Rick’s hand slithered down to your crotch, right where he had left off not too long ago. Only this time, he wasted no time in slipping his hand between the waistband of your pants and the soft fabric of your lace panties. You pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily and eyes half lidded.

“Such a pretty girl… always letting me take care of you, hm? You know I’m s’posed to look out for you, ‘cause you’re too hopeless without me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand slipping further down your pants and flicking your panties to the side to expose your dripping heat. His fingers explored your slick folds, and you felt your back arch in response. Your hips bucked forward instinctively; you were in a trance, unable to comprehend your current emotions or actions. This was wrong, it shouldn’t be happening right now. This man hated you — at least, you thought he did; now here he was, playing with your cunt like all grudges were dropped.

Your hands gripped the back of Rick’s neck, fingers latching onto the soft curls at the base of it. Two of his fingers plunged into you without an issue; you were already soaking for him. You felt so vulnerable under this man’s touch, like he placed some sort of spell upon you, and you couldn’t find the strength in you to push him away. Maybe this was supposed to happen — maybe Rick knew what he was doing, and maybe he knew what you needed. At least, it felt like he knew what he was doing.

You couldn’t help but examine his facial features: his scruffy salt and pepper colored facial hair added beautiful texture to his chiseled jawline; his soft pink lips a shade darker than normal from your own lips eating at them; and oh — his eyes. You could never get tired of those eyes. They were hypnotic, a shade of sky blue that reeled you in the longer you stared into them. If this man wasn’t a sheriff, he would’ve done well as a fisherman – judging by the way he reeled you in so effortlessly. Although this man carried himself like he was a stone-cold sergeant, his graceful beauty was downright conspicuous; the fact that you never really considered how attractive Rick really was, honestly boggled you. 

The pace of Rick’s fingers quickened and your hips grinded into his hand. His palm pushed against your needy little bundle of nerves, heightening your pleasure. Each thrust of his fingers into your wet heat brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Such a dumb slut. So fucked just from my fingers inside you. S’like you never been fucked before, so tight,” Rick cooed, his tone dripping with vehemence. The sensations were too much — you couldn’t remember the last time someone did this to you, made you feel so good.

Without warning you came undone around Rick’s digits, that nostalgic feeling in your core jetting pleasure all throughout your veins. “Oh, fuck–” 

Rick pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. “Wanna taste yourself, sweetheart?” Except he didn’t wait for a response from you; carefully he slipped both fingers through the entrance of your slightly agape lips. Your tongue licked at his digits, cheeks sucking in as you lapped the juices up, tongue relishing in the bittersweetness of your flavors. Your mind was fuzzy. 

Rick slipped his fingers back out of your mouth. “Think I fucked you well enough with my fingers?” He rasped, starting to unbuckle his belt. You swallowed hard, licking your lips, legs still shaking like a chihuahua. “No words? Damn, can’t wait to see how you react when I stuff you with my cock.”

You accepted your fate; rightly so, officer friendly had you at his beck and call. One orgasm was not enough yet, according to the restless motions of your hips, and somehow Rick perceived this before you could. Within seconds his brown jacket, the one he adored wearing — and most importantly, slay his enemies in — was tossed across the wooden plank floorboard and the white t-shirt that hugged his toned frame forgivingly was peeled off. You could not refuse your eyes the opportunity to explore Rick’s body. His sculpted frame was an absolute eye vacation; he wasn’t body-builder buff but he was fit and you could tell he took good care of his health. The skilled celerity of his hands practically ripped off his tattered jeans, landing on the floor with a thump from the weight of his belt and holster. You ogled at his veins popping out, and how they trailed along his forearms and outlined the sculpting of his muscles. These were all things that made you wetter by the minute.   

Rick wasted no time in shoving your jeans and panties off, putting your dripping heat on full display. A wicked smirk plastered onto his face, and you scanned his eyes; they were dark and unrelenting. Your body was a pulsing, sweating, yearning machine and Constable Grimes was the only troubleshoot that seemed to exist in that moment. 

“You gonna be good while I fuck your cunt?” Hands roughly clutched both of your thighs, setting them at both sides of his hips. Fervently you nodded, feeling the tip of Rick’s leaking cock tease your entrance. Even more of a confirmation of your consent was the manner in which you were wrapped around his hips; you were fiending for the sensation of being filled up by Rick’s cock. “Such a needy slut, I just gotta–” one intense thrust of his hips sent his cock driving sharply into your slippery hole; “fuck the whore outta you and–” thrust, “make you my sweet, sweet girl.” Strained squeaks and whimpers spilled from your panting mouth while Rick pounded into you. A few stray curls danced upon his forehead, sweat drenching his hair.

The man was a fiend for you too, his licentious grunts solid proof of it. “Mmph, fuck, Rick!” Your lewd cries a melody in his ears. Your tight bundle of nerves collided into his pubic bone rhythmically, adding to the concoction of whatever pleasure potion was being poured into your blood. Your strength was depleted, limbs desperately hugging around Rick and fingers clawing into his back. 

“So tight for me. Need my cock to stretch y’out, right?” Rick chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating through your body. The thrusts of his hips never ceased, only for a swift moment when he placed you down on his jacket that was lying on the ground and picked right back up with his cock ramming into your cunt. The force shook your legs, and it almost felt like they were going to go numb. Rick was on his knees, holding your legs flush against his torso and shoulders while he found the perfect angle to greet your g-spot with the thumping of his tip against it. Your siren song moans were everything to Rick — however, he wasn’t going to risk having anything impeding this moment, and that meant drawing as little attention to the shop as humanly possible.

“Gotta be good for me, an’ stay fuckin’ quiet.” 

His hand clasped your mouth roughly while his hips continued to drive relentlessly into your dripping pussy. His body leaned close into yours, your legs pressed flat to your sides — all spread out for him to fully access your obedient hole. He was hitting all the right spots. His lips eventually replaced his hand on your own mouth, going back and forth between dragging out your bottom lip between his teeth and wrestling your tongue with his — he ended up winning that duel. 

Rick attached his lips to your neck, nibbling at the exposed skin with his teeth and evoking hushed mewls from you. He kissed and sucked your skin as he fucked you on top of his jacket. Skin on skin and the wet squelching of your pussy — the sounds were white noise to him.

Your fingers dug into his back and shoulders as he transitioned to a more graceful pace, letting your body shift along with his. “Look at you, goin’ dumb from my cock. Feels good?” He mocked you, smugness washing over his entire face. 

You were unable to form coherent sentences, not with how Rick was rocking into you and incessantly ramming his tip into all the right spots. Felt better than any drug you ever did in college. All that clouded your mind was how close you were to reaching the point of no return. “So close,” was what squeaked out of you, stimulation to both your clit and g-stop all too overwhelming. Your body was preparing to succumb to the pressure.

Rick looked down at your features; your face scrunched up in pleasure — mouth making perfect “o” shapes, and sweat gleaming on your skin. You were taking him so well, being so patient for him. 

“Tell me how good you feel, sweet girl.” 

“So good, Rick! Ungh– need to cum, please!”

He smirked, rubbing circles upon your swollen clit; “Cum f’me.” And that was all you needed to hear to let the jetstream of pleasure erupt through your body, your wet cunt gushing while Rick steadied his pace thrust by thrust. His orgasm was near, you could tell from the way he started twitching inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the warm euphoric feeling you were experiencing was clouding your senses. “God, you must love being fucked, huh?” Rick tantalized, admiring the way your tits bounced and how your arms flailed around, reaching for something to grab onto but were too weak to do so. It was bringing him closer to his climax.

The empty feeling he left you after he pulled his cock out made you frown, unable to formally fuss because of the state you were in. He started stroking his shaft, thumbing the pink tip. “Open your mouth, hun,” was the only warning he gave you as he sat you up and released a thick ribbon down your throat. You lazily licked up the treat he gifted you, then lay back down on his jacket. 

You simpered in that position while Rick cleaned the both of you up, kissing your cheek as he did so. Glenn was right, somewhat — Rick wasn’t a bad guy, and maybe he did have a crush on you after all. You just weren’t exactly expecting the events that had recently unfolded in a gun shop of all places.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x fem!reader #rick grimes x female reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #rick grimes fanfiction #twd #twd smut #twd imagine #twd x reader #glenn rhee #p in v sex #dumbification #unprotected sex #18+ #goblin writes #rick grimes oneshot #twd rick grimes #twd fanfic

[treasure-goblin]

Lu Elementary AU Incorrect Quotes (sourced from my students) Ft. Wind

Wind: "Which teacher is your favorite?"

Sky: "Oh, I can't pick."

Wind: "I know mine. It's not Mr. Linebeck."

Sky: "...did Mr. Linebeck tell you to stop hitting people with your sword?"

Wind: *tearfully* "Yeah."

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Wind: *pops up from nowhere* "2 PLUS 2 EQUALS 0!"

Warriors: "Ok, no, but also where did you come from?"

Wind: "THE GREAT BEYOOOOOND!!!"

Time: *whispers* "I think he needs to go to bed."

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Wind: "SHES EATING A ROCK!"

Ms. Caelum: "Wind, that's a scone."

Tetra: "Yeah, its a stone."

Ms. Caelum: "Oh, honey. No."

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Wind: “I have a present for you!”

Tetra: “What?”

Wind: *pulls out torn up paper and throws it* “Confetti!”

Masterlist

Divider by @/cafekitsune

#lu elementary au #modern au #lu modern au #lu au #linked universe #linked universe modern au #wind lu #wind elementary au #cal writes #goblin writes #lu incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[cursedgoblin-yx]

Today I will spam my Billy and Eddie ideas because in my head they’re both alive and dating secretly. With some mutual attraction to Steve because I fucking said so.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy x steve x eddie #the trio of my heart #goblin talks #goblin writes

[hobgobknowsbest]

Just Goblin Things™

never throwing clothes away, only patching them up

eating out of trash cans/off the floor

THEFT

belching. loudly.

stick-n-poke tattoos!

you call it graffiti, we call it making boring surfaces more interesting

what are utensils...?

shaving with a rusty switchblade. when we shave.

expensive makeup? when you can simply rub charcoal around your eyes...?

creative swearing

ignoring people but having full conversations with their dogs/cats

YES I need that random piece of junk on the ground

scaring the absolute shit out of people with zero effort

cackling

#goblincore #goblin culture #goblin vibes #goblin things #goblin community #goblin shit #goblin posting #goblin #goblin behaviour #goblin core #goblin energy #goblin king #goblin mode #goblin rambles #goblin speaks #goblin tips #goblin thoughts #goblin writes #just goblin things #hobgobknowsbest #local cryptid

[specshroom]

Fantasy Short Kings <3

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Your typical brash Dwarf warrior. Who is only amused when you, the mage of the party, try and rile him up by poking fun at his height. He knows you're only acting like a brat so he'll go rough on you but he eventually gives in to your lewd fantasies.

"You know, I can probably find a spell to make you....bigger."

He grabs onto the belt hugging your hips and pulls you down to your knees in front of him.

"Are ya sure? Ye can't even handle me this size, Lass."

You can't help the pleased look on your face as you bite your lip and look up at him with love struck eyes from your place, kneeling on the floor. The dwarf scoffs at how satisfied you are with yourself and your "plan". He wastes no time lifting you over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying you towards his tent.

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Goblin boyfriend who is very horny for you and you alone. When others belittle his sexual abilities or make fun of his height he probably wasn't listening cus he was staring at your boobs. However, when he does manage to pay attention to the comments, his reaction is basically just: "Hoes mad."

He's obsessed with your legs, thighs specifically. He encourages you to wear shorts, skirts, dresses, tighter pants, anything to show off your gorgeous legs.

His goal is to make you feel even half as sexy as he thinks you are.... and he really likes your legs. His undeniable attraction and unrelenting hunger for you gets you off far more than any bigger man could.

~•°♥°•~

Werewolf who's the runt of his pack and definitely on the smaller side. Most of the pack laughs when he finally confesses that he got a mate. He's confided with you about his insecurities before and how the pack treats him so you already have the perfect game plan when you both get invited to a pack get-together. That's why you're bouncing on his cock in the backseat of his car moaning into his neck,

"You gonna mark me up, Baby? Show them who I belong to?"

Making him whine out, "Yeah, f-fuck yes." while gripping your hips and cumming inside your greedy hole.

The look on his pack mates faces was priceless when you walked in there basically reeking of each other with barely hidden bite marks. While the older adults just looked happy that the smallest cub got himself a loving mate, many of the younger adults were clearly struggling with the fact that the runt they bullied for so long actually fucks.

#monsterfucker #monster x human #monster boyfriend #nsft fantasy #monster lover #monster fucker #monster x reader #goblin #dwarves #werewolves #lets get some love for the short kings people amaright #this was fun #fantasy prompts #nsft writing