CAN I REQUEST SOMETHING FOR EDDIE MUNSON?

CAN I REQUEST SOMETHING FOR EDDIE MUNSON?

of course you can, just let me know what it is you want!

More Than One (B.Loomis x Fem!Reader)

Request: More overstimulation pookie🥺

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, praise, p in v

Word Count: 733

Notes: So sorry that this is pretty short, a bitch graduated and now she's tired, like EXHAUSTED. But I am working on a bunch of requests that I haven't gotten to due to school. But now that I am free, I should be able to finish all of them in a fashionable manner! Thank you all for being extremely patient with me! Mwah <3

You sat at the end of your bed with a mirror in front of you and your legs spread wide open and tears rolling down your face. Billy's fingers were stuffed in your soaking wet cunt.

He's made you cum too many times now and he's still demanding for more.

Every time you came, he'd ask you, "One more. Giving me one more wouldn't hurt."

And every time you threw your head back, he'd grab your jaw and force you to look at yourself. He'd force you to look at how much of a mess you are just from his fingers.

"If this is how you act with my fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle my cock. Maybe if I stretched you out, like this.." he whispered, spreading his fingers in you.

"Look at that, look at how wet you are baby."

"Just dripping, all for me, right?" he asked, looking at you in the mirror, "Just for me?"

You gave him a nod, unable to answer him from how good he moved his fingers. But he wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear that all of this- all of you, was just for him.

He stopped moving his fingers and took them out of your very sensitive pussy. You let out a whine, and grabbed his wrist. "I gotta hear you say it. All this is just for me, right?"

"Y-yes, yes! All of me is just for you!" you moaned. Billy smiled and kissed your neck, "Good girl." he cooed in your ear, dipping his fingers deep in you, earning a rich moan from your pretty lips.

"Give me another one." Billy sighed as if he were a trance, he watched as your cum oozed out of your pretty hole. "Y-You said one more. I gave you one more." you muttered.

"And I'm askin' for another. So be a good girl and do what you're told."

You whined and shifted in his lap, feeling his cock against your ass. "Or I could just get one out of you. How does that sound? Wanna be my pretty little pillow princess?"

You looked up at Billy with watery eyes and plump, pouty lips. "Lay on the bed,"

You did as you were told and crawled to the head of your baby pink bed, resting your head on your fluffy pillows and watching Billy crawl over to you and his bigger frame cage you between his arms.

You felt like a small animal that's been caught and cornered.

"You look so pretty like this, so pretty under me." he smiled, pushing his pants and boxers down, but just enough for his dick to pop out. "Just lay there and be pretty."

Billy spread your legs open and slowly slid himself in, he threw his head back and pulled out. This continued for some time, just him teasing your sensitive, aching and begging pussy. "Billy.." you whined, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "What?"

"Please, please, please.."

Billy scoffed and smirked, "What happened to before?" he asked. His tip just poking at your hole. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer when he grabbed your thighs and pushed them to your chest.

He pushed his cock in you and fucked you at a rough and fast pace. "You wanted this?" Your ankles rested on his shoulders and his hair had fell and stuck to his forehead.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, want me to fill you up pretty?" he asked, you nodded your head and gripped the sheets, "Yes, yes, yes fuck- fill me up, please," you babbled.

Billy chuckled and grabbed your legs, putting them around his hips and grabbing your face to give you the sloppiest and nastiest kiss.

His hips bucked and stuttered; he moved his hand down from your jaw to your clit and rubbed circles on the bud. You moaned in his mouth, and he swallowed those beautiful sounds.

You creamed around his dick, and he nutted in you, filing you up to the brim. He slowly thrusted in you, keeping his cum in you, not wanting a single drop wasted.

You were definitely overstimulated, the amount of times you came from his fingers and now cumming from his cock. Your body feels like it's on fire.

Billy pulled out of you and flipped you over, "I'm not done with you pretty girl."

月 (K.Carrera x Fem!Masc!Reader)

Notes: 月 is the symbol for Tsuki, which means Moon or The Moon, in Japanese!

Word Count: 866

Kiara Carrera. The most beautiful girl you've laid your eyes on since she walked by. You liked her so much you decided to introduce yourself to her.

And you prayed that you wouldn't stutter or make a fool out of yourself because look at those eyes. Those beautiful big brown eyes. Her smile, the way it's always so genuine and kind. Her laugh...oh my god her laugh. It's enough to make your knees buckle under you.

It's been a couple of years since then, the friendship is still the same but the feelings you feel are much stronger and they won't go away. You know you love her, you know you're in love with her but what you don't know, is if she feels the same way at all.

You don't want to ask her out, confess your deepest feelings for her just for them to not be reciprocated and end up potentially ruining what you have now. But you also have that feeling that you should take that chance. That there's a chance she'll feel the same.

It's Saturday night and you're with the pouges. You're all watching a movie that Pope chose and honestly, it's not that bad. You sat on the couch, manspreading, with one arm resting on the back of the couch and one on the armrest.

Kie sat next to you, close but not as close as you want her. She sat with her legs to her chest and watched the movie, or you thought she was watching the movie.

You kept your eyes on the screen, she kept her eyes on you. She gazed at how you sat, wanting to climb in your lap and lay with you. She wanted to be close to you, to breathe you in and be part of you.

She wanted you to be hers, but she doesn't know how to make that work. How to ask one of her best friends to be hers and only hers and not ruin anything. That fear, the same fear you're feeling consumed her as well.

There's not much for either of you to do besides take the chance but who wants to take a chance at possibly ruining a once in a lifetime friendship that not everyone has?

Kie changed her sitting, she let her legs rest on the couch, her thighs touching yours. The feeling of her leg touching yours gave you butterflies, and you just felt like a little kid. Blushing at the smallest touch and getting happy at that small contact.

You excused yourself from the room and walked outside. Taking deep breaths and telling yourself to keep calm. That just because her leg touched yours doesn't mean she wants you and it could just be an accident. She's just so comfortable around you that she can relax and it's nothing.

You rubbed your face in your hands and huffed when you heard the door open and shut.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Kie.."

You sat on the steps and kept your face hidden from her. You were blushing like crazy and your heart was racing. You hoped she couldn't hear it beating against your chest.

She stayed silent and sat next to you, looking ahead.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked, fidgeting with her fingers. "Yeah, what's up?"

She took a deep breath and kept her eyes straight ahead. From her peripheral she watched you lit your head and keep your gaze on the ground. She opened her mouth and closed it, having a hard time getting her words out.

Kie looked up at the moon and let out a shaky breath. There's two things you can answer with this, and she's hoping it's an answer she wants to hear.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, looking at you, nervously waiting for your response.

Either you'll know what she's trying to say, or you have no clue and she'll have to tell you how she feels without riddles.

You let out a relieved breath and smiled. Looking at her, your smile grew. "I can die happy."

"You feel the same," she chuckled, relieved that you do. "I'm surprised that you feel the same. Didn't think you'd like me back, at all."

"Why wouldn't I? You're the nicest person I know, and it was either you or one of the guys."

"I can't relate, it was either you or..you,"

"So, you love me?" she asked, scooting closer to you and locking her hand with yours. "Very much, Kie. Can't imagine my life without you in it."

She pouted with a smile, "Awe," she cooed, cupping the side of your face with her free hand and pulling you in for a kiss. When you slowly pulled away you rested your forehead on hers. "I waited so long for that."

"I did too. About time you guys got together."

You guys turned around and saw JJ standing in the doorway. "Come on, Pope paused the movie when you guys left and he's getting impatient." he said, walking back inside.

You guys stood up and walked back in the house, hand in hand and very happy for the start of something new.

Addiction (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Summary: You're so addicted to Carl. You love the way he looks, smells, talks and walk. You also love how good he feels inside of your mouth and how he fills your throat up.

Warnings: Smut, blow job, slight face fucking/throat fucking

Word Count: 496

"We'll be back, okay? If anything, just drive back home." Rick said, him and Michonne stepping out of the car to head into the first of many stores. "Got it, but be safe dad, Michonne."

Rick and Michonne smiled as they walked off and into the store. Walking out of our sight.

You looked at Carl and ran your fingers through his hair, trailing them down his body and to his jeans. Fingers gently grazing over his the jean's crotch area. "What are you doing?"

"Nothin'.." you smiled, feeling his cock grow hard. You unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans. Pushing the pants and his boxers low enough for his cock to spring out. You loved giving him blow jobs, the feeling of him just sliding down your throat makes you feel so good. You crave him. Just addicted.

You moved around in your seat, getting into a position where you could give him the best head that he oh, so deserves. "Right now?! They could come out and see us!"

"So? I'll be quick. I promise."

You licked up his shaft, sucking on his pretty tip and swirling your tongue around. Swallowing the precum and slowly jerking him off.

"You said you'd be quick- shit,"

You took him whole.

His cock fit perfectly in your throat, just the way you always liked. You bobbed your head up and down, drool pooling at the base of his dick and smearing around your lips and chin. Carl's head flew back and rested against the headrest. His hand found its way to the back of your neck and up to your head.

He pushed your head down, making his own pace as his hips bucked and thrusted upwards. Your tongue glided against the bottom of his cock, giving him shivers throughout his body. "Stay ha stay still.."

You listened, looking up at him as he fucked up into your throat. Carl looked so pretty, face red and relaxed, jaw slacked and moans spilling from his lips every so often.

He pushed your head down, further on his cock. You moaned around him, feeling his cock twitch.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum.." he whined, hips bucking feverishly as he held your head down.

Not even a second later he came, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. His hand on your head relaxed. You continued sucking on his cock, milking him, making sure your mouth was completely filled with all of his cum.

You swallowed his seed and put his cock back in his boxers and cleaned him up so it looks like nothing happened. You sat back up in your seat fixing yourself and wiping your face of any remains.

"Just so you know, I'm gonna give you another one when we get back to Alexandria."

"Again? Why?" He panted, "I like the way you taste." you smiled, laughing as Rick and Michonne hopped back in the car, completely unaware of the events that just unfolded in the car.

My Juliet, my special girl (C. Diaz x Fem!Reader)

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty"

Warnings: gang violence, death, after Olivia's Quince, blood, contemplating suicide

Word Count: 889

It was the morning after Olivia's Quince. The morning after a beautiful party. The morning after Latrelle shot Ruby and killed Olivia.

"It's all my fault."

"I shouldn't have shown mercy to Latrelle."

"I shouldn't have gone after him in the first place."

Cesar blamed and hated himself deeply.

He hated what happened to Ruby and Olivia because in his eyes, that should’ve been him.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got shot.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got killed. 

I need to cry, but I can't get anything out of my eyes,

Cesar sat on the edge of his bed, eyes filled with frustrated tears that threatened to spill but they wouldn’t fall. No matter how upset he was, they wouldn’t pour.

Or my head. 

And oh my god, the night. That night kept repeating in his brain. 

The sound of the gunshot.

The sound of Ruby screaming his name before getting shot. 

The sounds of Geny and Ruben screaming as their son lay on the ground, bleeding out. 

Every little detail played continuously in his brain. It was like a record player stuck in a loop.

Did I die? I need to run,

Days went by without Cesar coming out of the house. He felt like an empty body, just moving on its own throughout the day.  

but I can't get out of bed for anyone.

He was scared. 

Not of Latrelle or any gang member after him. 

But of his friends and Ruby’s family. 

What if they all hated him? He wouldn’t blame them, but this was the last thing he expected that would break the group up. 

He couldn’t get out of bed to see anyone.

 Not for you,

Not even for the girl he wanted to live for. 

When he did get the courage to go outside, he went to school first. He wanted to see if everyone still wanted to be his friend. Because if not, then he’d just apologize and go away. Leave their lives for good and keep them out of harm’s way. 

When Cesar got to school, no one greeted him. It was like he didn’t exist. 

He hated how no one talked to him, but he couldn’t blame them. He took their friend away.

Cesar skipped a couple classes that day. He just sat in an empty and dark classroom, silently sobbing and crying. 

My sour boy is a pain, 

His chest hurt with each sob he let out, 

I wanna shoot him in the brain,

He doesn’t deserve to live. It should’ve been him instead of Olivia.

He feels like if he died, everything would be better for his friends. 

 but I'd miss him in the morning. 

But a part of him says that this isn’t the way to think. That what happened has already happened and there’s not much to do about it but move on and make amends.

It really hurts when I need to so bad, but I can't see her..

He missed you, 

My Juliet, 

He missed you so dearly.

My special girl.

The only girl that can really, truly help him through a time like this.

But I need to understand when I can power through,

Because he knows you’ll get him through this, and help guide him to the right choice here. 

Cesar pulled his phone out with shaky hands and sent a text to you, he was sure there were a few words that were misspelled, but you’ll understand what he meant. Hopefully. 

He sat in that classroom, patiently waiting for you to come to him. But this time alone helped him think to himself, about himself. 

Sometimes I act like I know, but I'm really just a kid.

He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he’s really doing is causing problems.

With two corks in his eyes, and a bully in his head.

And hurting those around him because of his actions.

I wanna make a colour that no one else has seen before 

He wants to get out and do something with his life. He doesn’t want to be stuck in the gang for the rest of his life. 

I wanna be so much more

He wants to show everyone that he can make something of himself. That he’s not “Little Spooky”. That he’s Cesar Diaz. 

You walked into the classroom and saw Cesar sitting on the floor. You walked over to him and sat with him. You didn’t say anything to him, you just sat there and looked at him with a slight frown. 

You didn’t like this. He looked so exhausted. 

He had dark eye bags under his eyes, and even then they were red and puffy from the crying. He had tear marks on his face and his clothes were disheveled. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder, as you rubbed his back and lightly scratched his head while you held him.

“It’s ok Cesar.” 

He leaned back and looked at you with teary eyes, wondering what was running in your head as you saw him like this. 

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty”

The one thing that was running through his mind at this moment was how you thought of him.

Something I can't believe..

Could u a Carl x reader smut ( Where Carl proposes, then they do smut) please

Marry You (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, biting, hair pulling, p in v, praise

Word Count: 787

During the years of dating Carl, he seemed to have fallen for you, harder than ever. He always thought about marrying you, especially since you guys are living in an apocalyptic world, he wouldn't know how long you two would have. He wanted to propose but he didn't know when, never knew what the 'right time' would be. That was until he saw how good you were with Judith and how much his dad and Michonne loved you.

He watched as you tidied up the kitchen, wiping the counters down and acting wifely. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and swayed side to side with you.

"I want you to marry me."

You stood still, not sure if you were hearing things.

"You heard me, I want you to marry me. Please, will you marry me?"

You turned to face him, face still in shock but softening when you saw that he was dead serious.

"Oh, Carl, yes! Of course I will!"

He smiled as your arms wrapped around his neck. His snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. He pulled back and kissed you, deeply and passionately.

The kiss started off slow, happy and sensual. But, it grew into more, Carl's hands moved down from your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him; if that was even possible and his lips moved from your lips to your cheek, then your jaw, then neck.

He bit and nipped at the skin, your soft whimpers filled his ears, like a melody that he can never get tired of.

You hands tangled in his hair and you tugged whenever his teeth sunk into your neck. He pushed you up against the counter and his hands found their way up your shirt.

He caressed your skin like you were fragile, like the world's most prized possession; which you were.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear as he muttered, "So pretty, gonna be my pretty little wife,"

Carl pushed your pants to the floor and picked you up, and placed you on the counter. "You're so wet already, baby," he smiled, his fingers playing with your clothed pussy and grazing over your clit.

You whined in his ear and he chuckled, telling you to be patient, that he'll take care of you.

He pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and pumped his cock before rubbing the tip on your pussy. He, very slowly, pushed himself in. You gripped and pulled at his hair at the feeling of his cock sliding inside of you.

You loudly whined and your eyes rolled back, "Shh, it's okay, baby.." he whispered, hands gently squeezing your hips as he slowly pushed himself in and out.

His head rested in the crook of your neck as you held him close to you. He pulled your hips close to his. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you; never wanting to let him go.

His nails dug into your skin as he felt you clench around him. He moaned in your ear, his breath fanning over. He kept his pace the same; it wasn't too fast, nor was too slow. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to change it for a moment. From the way your body was reacting, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he hoped.

In all honesty, he was so close to cumming, the way you were clenching around him and keeping him close made his brain go foggy.

Carl rubbed circles on your clit, you threw your head back pulled his to your neck. You gripped his hair and tugged at it as you came around his cock. His hips stuttered and his pace grew sloppy. He kissed your neck and whined in your ear as he came inside of you. His cum filling you up and dripping out of your pussy.

He panted, catching his breath before pulling out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, still a bit sensitive. Carl picked you up and took you to his room, gently putting you down on his bed when he walked back out of the room.

You lied back and caught your breath. You smiled to yourself, you're gonna be his wife, the love of his life, his forever.

Carl came back with a glass of water, a rag, and the clothes that were thrown on the floor. He handed you the glass and cleaned you up.

"Sorry I took long, I had to clean the counters." he smirked, "What made you wanna marry me?" you asked.

Carl sat on the bed next to you and kissed you, "Why wouldn't I?"