I Would Like To Announce, That Requests Are Now Temporarily Closed. There's So Many Currently So I'm

I would like to announce, that requests are now temporarily closed. There's so many currently so I'm trying to get them out so I could work on new ones. So, for the time being enjoy the fics that are currently up. ☆

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?"

THAT KOBY FIC HAS ME SCREWAMINGGGGGG JGHHJJKKLUGHH

Finally going through my inbox and AAAHHHHH THANK YOUUUU. I have been CRAVING that man so badly and no one was really writing for him and it's like HELLO????? NOT WRITING FOR KOBY SHOULD BE A CRIME ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S PLAYED BY MORGAN!

NSFW Alphabet (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Request: This is amazing and I'm so glad someone is writing Carl stuff again. Could you do something like where yn and Carl hate each other and he gets mad at you when y'all are on and then smut, or a smut alphabet?

Warnings: Smut! It's in the title and like a spoiler on season 8 if ykyk

Aftercare

Carl is a very caring and loving guy, meaning the aftercare is amazing. He'd carry you to the tub and run you a nice and warm bath to soothe your aching skin. Since we all know he can cook, I feel like he'd cook you a meal and if you're not that hungry then he'd make you a little snack and he'd bring you some water. He'd also give you another shirt of his and cuddle with you while whispering sweet words in your ear until you fell asleep. 

Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

I feel like Carl loves his hands. There's so much he can do with his hands (in both a sexual and non-sexual way). Now, for his partner, I just know he loves all of you. Every part of your body he just loves but if I had to choose, It would be your ass. He loves touching it, gripping and grabbing it. And he just loves smacking it.

Cum (anything to do with cum really)

Not gonna lie, although he loves to cum in you and fill you up and see his cum spill out of you, he loves to cum on your face too. Like, yes it may seem slightly ooc but guys listen, imagine how he looks after cumming on your face! 

Dirty secret(s) (a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he’d have two dirty secrets that he wouldn’t want you knowing (but he ends up either telling you or you find out and just not tell him you know) is:  1. Whenever he pulls your underwear off of you, he puts them in his pocket so whenever he can’t see you for a while he’ll just jerk off with it (use your imagination cause this can be in so many ways) 2. He takes pictures of you through your window. Like, lowkey living for Perv!Carl. He uses a polaroid camera so he can keep the pictures and he hides them in a magazine. You definitely found it since he just has it laying in a drawer???   

Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Since yall are literally living in an apocalyptic world I don’t think he’d have much experience and since there’s no internet he can’t even watch porn to get a grasp of things. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, but that’s okay! He just learns with you, whether you’re experienced or not. 

Favorite position

Either: A. Doggy style: So he can watch your ass bounce and slap it when he pleases B. Missionary: So he can see your face and see how you react to everything he’s doing C. Full Nelson: For when he wants to fuck you in front of a mirror

Goofy (are they more serious during sex? Are they humorous?)

It’s a mix between yes and no. I feel like depending on the mood that’s already set. Like if it’s make up sex then no because it’s such an intimate thing because you guys are making up yk. But if it’s just sex like you guys are really horny and pent up then sure, he’d crack a few jokes here and there.

Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Like I said before, yall are literally living in an apocalyptic world, I have a feeling he wouldn’t be shaving or trimming and he wouldn’t mind if you didn’t shave or trim either cause there’s more important things to worry about than pubic hair. But if it wasn’t an apocalyptic world then he’d be very well groomed and yes, the carpets do match the drapes. He has beautiful brown hair and trust the carpet is the same color.

Intimacy (how are they during sex? What is the romantic aspect?)

Very romantic during sex. Not to dampen the mood or make this sound sad, but you don’t know when the last time you’ll see each other would be so every time you guys have sex, he wants you to know how much he loves you and how much you mean to him and how happy he is to have you in his life and how grateful he is that you let him be your boyfriend.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbated a lot before you guys got together and when he did jerk off it was to the thought of you or a picture he may have taken of you. But now that you guys are together he doesn’t masturbate as often, but he does like mutual masturbation.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The kinks that just scream “Carl Grimes” are: - Bondage: Using his belt to tie your hands together and over your head. - Impact Play: Spanking you when you’re acting up - Praise (self explanatory) - Voyeurism: He loves watching you get off, especially when you guys weren’t together and he would watch from his window into yours

Location (favorite place to have sex)

Tbh he loves to have sex inside. Like where there are no walkers to sneak up on yall. That being said his favorite place inside would be:  A. The kitchen: I know yall saw that island he got in Alexandria B. The bathroom: When you guys shower together you can make some noise because of the water muffling the noise.

Motivation (what turns them on?)

Literally anything you do turns him on. Even if you’re not doing anything just you standing there like the beauty you are will give him a boner and he will take you to one of your bedrooms.

No (something they wouldn’t do)

He wouldn’t do anything that would result in you getting hurt or anything he’s uncomfortable with. Like knife play or gun play is a big no. 

Oral (preference in giving or receiving & skill)

He loves loves LOVES giving rather than receiving because of how your beautiful body reacts to his mouth. He wasn’t as good as before, but now that he’s had practice with you and now that he knows your body like his own he’s a fucking God.

Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He’s both, but mainly slow and sensual. He likes fucking you fast and rough but the feeling of being slow and sensual and fucking you with slow and deep thrusts can’t compare to anything else. 

Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex & how often)

He has mixed feelings on quickies. On one hand, it’s something to keep the two of you satisfied until you see each other again. But on the other hand, he doesn’t like how that’s what he only has time for. He wants to have actual sex with you but he can’t because of the amount of times he has to leave with his dad so a quickie is the only thing you guys get every now and then. Quickies happen often, but he’s trying to change that because he doesn’t like having only quickies. It was fun at first.

Risk (are they down to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He’s always down to experiment, he was nervous about trying out new things, but he quickly got over it once you told him that if he didn’t like something then you guys wouldn’t do it. Just a bit of reassurance and he’s good to go.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He has great stamina, especially when he had to run and walk around everywhere at such a young age. He uses that stamina in the best ways possible. He can go for as many rounds as you’re up for, but that doesn’t mean he can last long. He cums quick but he doesn’t care because as soon as he cums he puts you in a new position each time and keeps going until you’re worn out. 

Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He personally doesn’t own toys, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get you some things on runs. He would find a vibrator and shove it in his pocket and he puts it in your room, somewhere where you would find it and he’d tell you he thought of you when he saw it (such a romantic am I right). Now, he doesn’t use any on himself but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t use them on you. 

Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He doesn’t tease all the time, but he does love to tease you ESPECIALLY when you’re needy and on the verge of tears. It’s not rare that he teases you, but he does it randomly and only ever when you’re begging him to fuck you because a part of thinks it’s funny to tease you and he wants to hear you beg for him. 

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

When his dad, Michonne and Judith are home, he keeps his voice down and forces you to keep yours down too. But when no one is in the house he’s pretty loud. I feel like he’d be self conscious about how he sounds so he wouldn’t want to be loud but when he finds out you like hearing him he lets every sound out. He has pretty moans like they’re not too high pitched but also not too low. And oh my god he whimpers and whines I just know he does. 

Wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When needed he would definitely be mean and rough in bed. And when I say “when needed” I mean when you act bratty towards him then he’d definitely be mean but other than that, he’s such a sweet guy towards you and would never hurt you.

X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in their pants)

He thinks he’s small but he’s really not. Like slightly larger than average and when I say slightly I mean he’s like 6-7 inches big (keep in mind he’s like 18-19 years old and if season 8 never happened he’d still be growing). Since Carl’s skin is white but not like PALE uh his dick would be though. No sunlight on it, it would be pretty pale but his tip definitely has a pink shade to it.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is soooo high. The days he has to go on a run and when it takes at least a day or more he starts to yearn for you and it got to the point that he needs to have you a couple minutes before he leaves so it wouldn’t be that bad.

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He doesn’t go to sleep right away, he actually waits until you fall asleep and even then he stays up a little later in case you wake up. After like an hour or so after you fall asleep is when he does.

The eyes, Chico (R.Cameron x Fem!Reader)

The eyes, Chico. They never lie.

Request: Rafe please

Word Count: 720

Summary: Rafe noticing how differently you look at him compared to others

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

Rafe Cameron who never paid any mind to you at first. He thought you were just new to Kildare Island and got invited to one of his infamous parties.

Rafe Cameron who never got the best glances from people. They always looked at him in disappointment, hatred and fear.

Rafe Cameron who ends up subconsciously searching for your eyes through the sea of kooks.

Rafe Cameron who notices your glances and longing stares. He noticed how different your look was from the others.

Rafe Cameron who decides to push you away before you could ever make the move to talk to him.

Rafe Cameron who fears that the way you're looking at him is just a facade from who you really are.

Rafe Cameron who ends up telling Barry about you. How you probably already know about his issues and crimes by now.

Rafe Cameron who caught your eye when you stepped into the huge Cameron Estate. He was the first who caught your attention.

Rafe Cameron who made you wonder what a handsome boy like him is doing around guys like Topper and Barry.

Rafe Cameron who pushes you away and leaves you wondering what you could have done.

You stopped showing up at the parties, hoping it'll make him feel better. Maybe he just didn't enjoy your presence around him.

You'd hang out with Sarah and end up third wheeling with her and Topper. You were at the Cameron home, so you decided to leave the two alone in Sarah's room. You felt like you were getting in between them anyway.

Rafe Cameron who spots you walking past his room and down the stairs. He was curious about you. Always has been. And honestly, he was kind of disappointed with himself for pushing you away.

Rafe Cameron who follows you downstairs and tries to strike up a conversation with you. Asking "How are you?" "How was your day?" "Did you enjoy the parties?"

You'd respond with little to no expression on your face, but your eyes held a different story. They said more than you could.

Rafe Cameron who excuses himself in an awkward and stuttered manner as he heads to the bathroom.

Rafe Cameron who dials a number and impatiently waits as it rings before the person on the other end picked up and answered with, "Barry speaking."

Rafe Cameron who goes into detail about your eyes and how you have been looking at him since the two of you shared a glance at the first party he spotted you at.

Rafe Cameron who is sure that words mean more than looks and actions. Which is why he's so sure that you're just not as interested as he thought you were

Barry who tells Rafe that "none of those matter". "Actions and words don't mean shit when it comes to the eyes, man."

Rafe Cameron who is evidently confused and now realizing how long he left you in the kitchen.

Rafe Cameron who asks Barry for a quick tip before he gets back to you.

Barry who tells Rafe to suck it up and "listen to what her eyes are saying. She might not be able to tell you, but her eyes will. Trust me."

Rafe Cameron who hangs up and takes multiple deep breaths before walking out of the bathroom and making his way to the kitchen.

Rafe Cameron who strikes up another conversation with you, this time putting an effort to get to know you while also taking Barry's advice and paying close attention to your eyes.

Rafe Cameron who notices just how pretty your eyes are up close. He then starts to notice how gorgeous you are up close.

Rafe Cameron who does end up seeing what Barry was talking about, you held so much emotion in your eyes even when you didn't show any on your face.

Rafe Cameron who sees how you look up at him with beautiful, wide eyes that sparkle when he makes eye contact with you.

Rafe Cameron who sees little hearts inside of your eyes when he smiles or speaks.

Rafe Cameron who learned to love your eyes.

You who loved him and learned the real him instead of the aggressive and angry kid who has gotten nothing but looks of fear, hatred and disappointment his whole lie.

Girl of My Dreams (F.Gallagher x F!Milkovich!Reader)

Summary: Fiona's first time with a woman, let alone a Milkovich.

Word Count: 1,353

Warnings: smut, oral (Fiona receiving), fingering, hair pulling, praise, degrading, teasing, face riding

You're so glad that the house was empty, no Gallaghers to walk in and disrupt you two. You already wanted to have her under you, to taste her and have her to yourself. The desire for her was strong from the beginning, but when you found out that she has never been in an actual relationship with a girl, let alone get eaten out by one, that desire and want for her became stronger. That want turned into a need, and that desire turned more into a craving for her. You just wanted to have her, even for a night and you finally got that.

You held her thighs apart, keeping them wide open while you slurped at her exposed cunt. Her pussy dripping from her own juices and now, your saliva. Your chin drenched in her essence and her fingers tangled in the roots of your hair while yours curled in her pussy and gripped the fat of her thighs.

Fiona's back arched off of her bed, toes curling as your fingers curled against that spot that made her scream.

The room was filled with her moans. whimpers, whines, airy breaths and your name. The way it rolled off of her tongue sounded so natural, the way her body reacted to your touch seemed like this was an everyday thing.

"You sound so pretty sayin' my name like that,"

She smiled at the praise and looked down, "Didn't think you were the kind of person to praise someone." she chuckled, "What do you wanna hear then, Fi? Want me to degrade you? Call you 'my slut' or something?" you asked, your fingers never stopping.

She clenched around your fingers at the suggestion, "Deadass?" you asked, stopping your movement, causing Fiona to let out a whine. "You're serious?" you asked again. She covered her face with her hands and nodded. You pulled your fingers out and licked them clean before climbing onto the bed and hovering over her.

"Move your hands, pretty."

She did as told and looked up at you with those eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.

"Were you serious?" you smirked, "Yeah...do you wanna try it?" she asked, you gave her a nod, "I'll try anything with you,"

She laughed, God her laugh was just so full and happy, "You're so corny!"

You left a trail of kisses down her body, "Shut up," you muttered as you made your way back down between her legs.

"You know, for the record, I didn't take you for one to like being degraded." you mentioned, flicking her clit with your tongue.

She moaned, and pushed your head down, "But I'm glad I know now,"

You continued to talk as you ate her out, the vibrations of your words on her pussy sent shivers throughout her body.

She didn't mind that you were talking, but God, she just wanted you to call her names while praising her. You guys can have a conversation any other time.

"Reader."

"Pretty."

She smiled at the name, "Just eat me out, we can talk normally after."

"Impatient much?" you mumbled, sitting up, resting your hands on her thighs. Fiona whined and reached out for your hands, trying to move them between her legs.

"Why? Please, don't do this right now." she panted, "Don't do what? Use your words, bitch."

"Don't tease right now."

You chuckled and hovered over the brunette, your arm wrapping around her waist as you switched positions.

You lied on your back and had Fiona in your lap. Her hands rested on your chest and yours rested on her waist and thigh.

"Why not?" you asked, "Please? Don't tease right now, please?" she begged. You pretended to think for a moment, "Nah. If you want to cum, do it yourself."

"You mean like ride you or something?" she asked, "I mean, do it yourself. I don't do anything for bitches who act bratty."

Fiona had a feeling in her core now, she liked hearing you talk to her like this. Degrading and mean. She didn't think she'd like being called a bitch. She usually doesn't like being called a bitch by anyone, but it felt different coming out of your mouth.

But the cherry on top, was the way you looked at her when you did. Especially now, with you under her calling her names. She could honestly cum right then and there from your words alone.

Fiona, very nervously, crawled her way up your body and hovered over your face. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Ride." you bluntly stated.

"Ride your face? What if I hurt you or something?" she asked, "You won't hurt me."

"But what if I do?"

"You won't."

"What if I do though?"

"If you don't want to cum then I'll leave."

"Okay! Okay!"

Fiona leveled her pussy just over your mouth, not on it, but just ghosting it.

"Fi."

"..Yeah?"

"Sit."

She sighed, she really didn't want to take that chance of hurting you. She didn't want to hurt you at all.

You grabbed her hips and pulled her down on your face. Your mouth was open, and you were lapping at her pussy like you were starved.

She held herself up against the wall behind her bed and her hips bucked on your face. Her clit would rub against the tip of your nose every now and then.

"I- fuck I thought you didn't do anything for "bitches who act bratty" or are you just a liar?" she asked.

"I'm many things, Fi. But a liar, I ain't." the more you spoke the louder she moaned. Your words sent vibrations through her cunt and throughout her whole body.

"Plus, you're the kind of brat whose too dumb to do shit on her own." you degraded. The dirty words you spewed at her made Fiona's eyes roll to the back of her head.

You licked, sucked and flicked her clit with your tongue as she rode your face. Her thighs clenched around your head and her body tremble when she felt herself cumming all over your tongue, mouth and chin.

She rested on top of you for a moment, you rubbed her back and thighs, letting her take her time. You didn't mind staying in between her legs.

After she caught her breath, she moved from on top of your face and sat in your lap. You sat up and oh my god you looked so fucking sexy.

The way your eyes were still low, evidently filled with lust, your droopy smile, your hair was a mess and you had her cum and juices on your chin. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the spots on your chin that you couldn't easily lick off.

Fiona stared at your shirt and played with the hem of it. "You want it?"

"Really?" she asked, hesitant to say 'yes'. She didn't want to ransack you of your clothes just yet. "Yeah, don't worry, I got another under here."

This has been one of the first times Fiona has felt truly happy and at peace with a person. Usually everything goes downhill for her, but ever since she's met you and became great friends with you, her life brightened up.

It's been around an hour or two, the two of you were in the midst of a conversation that you didn't hear the front door open and shut close. You were sitting with your back up against the wall with Fiona sitting between your legs and her back against your chest. She wore your shirt and the two of you passed as cigarette between each other.

"Fi', you don't mind if Mickey.." Ian trailed off as he saw his sister, who was naked waste down, cuddling with his boyfriend's sister.

"Did she say anything?" Mickey shouted, walking up the stairs, Ian quickly closed the door before Mickey could peak in. "She's uh naked."

"So? Move, bitch." Mickey opened the door and saw the scene, "Fucking Gallaghers." he chuckled. Walking over to the two of you. He sat next to you and took the cigarette from you. "Literally, fucking the Gallaghers."