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shane x sensitive!reader who cannot be apart from him for long, so when he tells her that he was to work night patrol, she clings to him like white on rice trying (begging) to convince him not to, which results in him cancelling & staying home bc she’s already cried so hard abt him leaving he got worried.

but while he was home she started acting like a brat and he shut that down reallll quick

(i live for brat tamer!shane)

clingy!reader x brat tamer!shane

word count: approx 1,094

best read while listening to: house in nebraska ethel cain

“shane, please don’t go… please, please, please,” you sobbed, clinging to his waist, fingers digging hard into the thick fabric of his patrol jacket like if you held on tight enough, he couldn’t walk out that door.

“oh, baby… c’mere,” he murmured, pulling you tight against him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “alright, alright… i ain’t goin’. m’callin’ in. stayin’ right here with ya, yeah?”

you practically melted against him, crying harder now but this time from relief, arms winding tight around his neck as he pulled out his phone and cancelled his shift.

but once the tears stopped and you realized he was all yours for the whole night… your mood shifted fast.

you suddenly pulled back from him, sitting sideways on his lap, pouting and huffing, pushing at his chest when he tried to kiss you. “you took too long to say yes,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest, hips wiggling against his like you were trying to rile him up. “made me cry for nothing. you’re mean, shane.”

you were being such a brat — rolling your eyes when he spoke, deliberately ignoring him when he called your name. you knew exactly what you were doing, being difficult and annoying, thinking you could get away with it ‘cause he felt bad about making you cry earlier.

but you forgot — shane doesn’t side with that part of you.

you were sitting on his lap, grinding slow and hard against his thigh, smirking all smug when he let out a low groan, then pulled back when he reached for you, sticking your tongue out. “don’t get touchy just ‘cause you wanna,” you said, voice all snotty and bratty. “you hurt my feelings earlier, remember?”

that was his final straw. you’d been teasing him all night ever since he agreed to stay home.

in one quick, rough move, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, big body pressing heavy between your legs, one hand gripping both your wrists tight above your head, the other grabbing your jaw hard enough to make you look right at him.

“enough,” he growled, leaning down so his mouth was right against your ear, voice deep and rough, sending shivers straight down your spine. “you think ‘cause i was nice to ya when you were cryin’, you get to act like a spoiled little brat, huh? think you can tease me?”

you tried to squirm, to argue, to whine — but his grip was tight, keeping you pinned completely still, helpless underneath him. “shane—”

“uh-uh. shut your mouth,” he cut you off, fingers tightening just a little more on your jaw, making your breath catch. “you wanted my attention so bad? you got it. but you gon’ learn real quick — you don’t act like this with me. you wanna be difficult? fine. but i’m the one in charge here, understood?”

you nodded, eyes wide, heart racing — half scared, half so wet and needy you could barely think.

“good,” he muttered, yanking your pants and underwear down in one sharp tug, throwing them somewhere on the floor. his hand slipped between your legs, two thick fingers rubbing hard and fast right over your clit, making you gasp and arch your back, a loud whine tearing from your throat. “look at you… already soaked f’me, even when you were bein’ a little shit. so fuckin’ desperate.”

he didn’t go slow. he never did when you acted up. he pushed two fingers deep inside you right away, pumping hard and fast, thumb pressing firm circles against your sensitive clit, making you cry out, hips bucking helplessly against his hand. “shane—oh god, shane—”

“that’s it… cry f’me,” he grunted, leaning down to bite and suck hard at your neck, marking you up good. “you wanna act like a brat? then you take what i give ya.

you were already so close, legs shaking around his arm, tears pricking your eyes again. “m’sorry! shane—“

“yeah? you sorry now?” he smirked, pulling his fingers out just to tease you, making you whimper and beg, before undoing his jeans and pulling his hard, thick cock out, slapping it heavy against your wet, swollen pussy. “then show me how sorry you are sweetheart.”

“i’ll be good, i promise—” you babbled, legs spreading wide for him. “please fuck me, shane… need it so bad, need you inside me—”

he didn’t waste another second. he pushed into you in one hard, deep thrust, filling you completely, stretching you so good you screamed his name, head thrown back into the cushion. he set a brutal pace right away. every stroke hitting that perfect spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

“fuck… so tight f’me,” he groaned, voice ragged, biting at your chest through your shirt. “this what you wanted? wanted me to fuck the attitude right outta ya, huh? make you remember who you belong to?”

“yes—yes, yes—” you sobbed, chest heaving, legs wrapping tight around his waist to pull him even deeper, meeting every thrust, completely wrecked for him. “only you, shane… only ever you—”

“damn right,” he growled, speeding up even more, pounding into you so hard the couch creaked, your whole body shaking under him. “you’re mine. every part of ya. and you best remember that before you start actin’ up again, understand?”

you could barely speak, just nodding frantically, moaning so loud you were sure everyone at camp could hear — but you didn’t care. all you cared about was him, the way he filled you up, the way he took control.

your orgasm hit you hard and fast, screaming his name as you came apart around him, legs trembling, walls down tight around his cock.

shane didn’t stop. not until you were overstimulated and crying, begging him through broken sobs — and only when he was good and ready did he pull out, stroking himself fast once, twice, before spilling hot, thick ropes of his cum all over your stomach and chest, groaning deep and low in your ear as he came, body pressing heavy against yours.

he stayed there for a minute, breathing hard, before finally letting go of your wrists, brushing the hair out of your sweaty face, pressing a soft, possessive kiss to your lips — now that you were quiet, pliant, completely good again.

“there we go, bunny.” he murmured low, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb, voice back to that soft, deep rumble — but you knew better than to test him again. “all nice and quiet now. that’s my good girl.”

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loved this ask so much!!! also just wanted to say I love writing for shawn hatosy characters and pedro pascal characters so if you any requests send them over! NOT PROOF READ! please let me know if there are any mistakes

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shane walsh with age gap reader 🙏 😩

age gap!shane x reader head cannons

reader is 24 & shane’s age is 36

age gap!shane walsh who is 12 years older & calls you ‘kid’ just to remind you he’s in charge

age gap!shane walsh who acts annoyed when you beg but pulls over the second you touch his crotch

age gap!shane walsh who loves how young & desperate you are for him, calls you ‘baby girl’ & ‘bunny’

age gap!shane walsh who says “no” 10x just to watch you pout & whine till you get what you want

age gap!shane walsh who grips your hips so hard you bruise, growling “so fuckin’ needy f’me”

age gap!shane walsh who makes you straddle him in the car, fully clothed, grinding till you’re crying

age gap!shane walsh who loves teasing you slow, edging you till you’re sobbing his name

age gap!shane walsh who whispers “too young for this but you take my cock so good” against your neck

age gap!shane walsh who pins your hands above your head, muttering “all mine. only i get to have you”

age gap!shane walsh who calls you ‘little one’ when he’s deep inside, loves how tight you feel around him

age gap!shane walsh who smirks when you beg, says “you gonna come f’me, baby?” while rubbing your clit

age gap!shane walsh who acts tough after but pulls you close, whispering “ain’t never lettin’ you go”

age gap!shane walsh who gets hard instantly just from you staring at his print, hates how much you affect him

age gap!shane walsh who loves you being impatient, thinks it’s the hottest thing you don’t wanna wait for him

age gap!shane walsh who calls you ‘sweetheart’ all soft then fucks you rough like you belong to him

first time doing head cannons! im gonna start writing for more people soon so send in ur requests!

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so imagine like shane being gone all night on like patrol or something n reader getting all worked up and blowing up his phone. shane gets fed up and when he gets home he puts her in his place for innerupting him🧐🧐

blowing up shane walsh’s phone

best read while listening to: take me to church hozier.

it was currently 9:23am, shane hadn’t been home all night meaning you hadn’t been in contact with him since he left.

you tried to not worry, you always did but it never really worked.

for the fifth time that day you pick up your phone and type a quick message to shane’s probably full inbox.

“shane where are you?? it’s been hours.”

you put your phone back down and try to distract yourself but nothing seems to tear your mind away from where he is and when shane will be back.

hours pass, still no reply or any contact from shane until you hear a bang on the door, confused you hurry to the door but by the time you get there shane had already barged in.

“shane! where have you—“ his movement does falter as he begins to walk towards you. “couldn’t leave me for five fuckin’ minutes, huh?” you furrow your eyebrows, confused.

“i wasn’t— i was worried.” you stutter as your back finally hits the wall. “get on your knees.” he spits down at you. “w-what?” he doesn’t wait for your reply before pushing you down.

“show me how much you fuckin’ missed me, baby.” he pulls th waistband on his boxers down and they pool at his feet.

you hesitate to move, slowly moving your hands to his cock and pumping it a few times, watching it grow in size. “don’t be shy, sweetheart.” he groans out.

you look at him once more before taking his tip into your mouth. “fuck— good girl.” his hands move to the back of your head, pushing you deeper. “just like that— you miss having your lips around me?”

shane begins to thrust his hips, moving faster. your eyes water as you start to take him deeper. “take it-“ he responses as you try pull away. “you wanted this— blowing up my phone.”

his movements become faster, indicating he’s about to come. “don’t fuckin— stay there.” he grips the back of your hair, letting out a moan. “gonna let me come in your mouth, bunny?” when you don’t move, he takes it as a yes. shane thrusts two more times before coming down your throat.

“fuck— so good f’me. swallow it all.” he releases the grip of your hair once you gulp, letting you pull away. you gasp for air, making shane smirk. “did good, baby.” he swiftly pulls his pants back up.

you stand up and shane wipes your mouth, moving to your ear to whisper. “don’t blow my phone up like that again, you hear me?” he makes sure you nod. “i’ll be meaner next time.”

without another word, he walks out the house, leaving you stunned in the kitchen and craving him more than ever, willing to annoy him again if this is the outcome.

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thank you so much for my first request!! i loved this concept i hope you like it<3

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jon bernthal characters<3

shane walsh

dry humping

brat tamer!shane

blowing up his phone

frank castle

patching him up

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shane x sensitive!reader who cannot be apart from him for long, so when he tells her that he was to work night patrol, she clings to him like white on rice trying (begging) to convince him not to, which results in him cancelling & staying home bc she’s already cried so hard abt him leaving he got worried.

but while he was home she started acting like a brat and he shut that down reallll quick

(i live for brat tamer!shane)

clingy!reader x brat tamer!shane

word count: approx 1,094

best read while listening to: house in nebraska ethel cain

“shane, please don’t go… please, please, please,” you sobbed, clinging to his waist, fingers digging hard into the thick fabric of his patrol jacket like if you held on tight enough, he couldn’t walk out that door.

“oh, baby… c’mere,” he murmured, pulling you tight against him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “alright, alright… i ain’t goin’. m’callin’ in. stayin’ right here with ya, yeah?”

you practically melted against him, crying harder now but this time from relief, arms winding tight around his neck as he pulled out his phone and cancelled his shift.

but once the tears stopped and you realized he was all yours for the whole night… your mood shifted fast.

you suddenly pulled back from him, sitting sideways on his lap, pouting and huffing, pushing at his chest when he tried to kiss you. “you took too long to say yes,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest, hips wiggling against his like you were trying to rile him up. “made me cry for nothing. you’re mean, shane.”

you were being such a brat — rolling your eyes when he spoke, deliberately ignoring him when he called your name. you knew exactly what you were doing, being difficult and annoying, thinking you could get away with it ‘cause he felt bad about making you cry earlier.

but you forgot — shane doesn’t side with that part of you.

you were sitting on his lap, grinding slow and hard against his thigh, smirking all smug when he let out a low groan, then pulled back when he reached for you, sticking your tongue out. “don’t get touchy just ‘cause you wanna,” you said, voice all snotty and bratty. “you hurt my feelings earlier, remember?”

that was his final straw. you’d been teasing him all night ever since he agreed to stay home.

in one quick, rough move, he flipped you onto your back on the couch, big body pressing heavy between your legs, one hand gripping both your wrists tight above your head, the other grabbing your jaw hard enough to make you look right at him.

“enough,” he growled, leaning down so his mouth was right against your ear, voice deep and rough, sending shivers straight down your spine. “you think ‘cause i was nice to ya when you were cryin’, you get to act like a spoiled little brat, huh? think you can tease me?”

you tried to squirm, to argue, to whine — but his grip was tight, keeping you pinned completely still, helpless underneath him. “shane—”

“uh-uh. shut your mouth,” he cut you off, fingers tightening just a little more on your jaw, making your breath catch. “you wanted my attention so bad? you got it. but you gon’ learn real quick — you don’t act like this with me. you wanna be difficult? fine. but i’m the one in charge here, understood?”

you nodded, eyes wide, heart racing — half scared, half so wet and needy you could barely think.

“good,” he muttered, yanking your pants and underwear down in one sharp tug, throwing them somewhere on the floor. his hand slipped between your legs, two thick fingers rubbing hard and fast right over your clit, making you gasp and arch your back, a loud whine tearing from your throat. “look at you… already soaked f’me, even when you were bein’ a little shit. so fuckin’ desperate.”

he didn’t go slow. he never did when you acted up. he pushed two fingers deep inside you right away, pumping hard and fast, thumb pressing firm circles against your sensitive clit, making you cry out, hips bucking helplessly against his hand. “shane—oh god, shane—”

“that’s it… cry f’me,” he grunted, leaning down to bite and suck hard at your neck, marking you up good. “you wanna act like a brat? then you take what i give ya.

you were already so close, legs shaking around his arm, tears pricking your eyes again. “m’sorry! shane—“

“yeah? you sorry now?” he smirked, pulling his fingers out just to tease you, making you whimper and beg, before undoing his jeans and pulling his hard, thick cock out, slapping it heavy against your wet, swollen pussy. “then show me how sorry you are sweetheart.”

“i’ll be good, i promise—” you babbled, legs spreading wide for him. “please fuck me, shane… need it so bad, need you inside me—”

he didn’t waste another second. he pushed into you in one hard, deep thrust, filling you completely, stretching you so good you screamed his name, head thrown back into the cushion. he set a brutal pace right away. every stroke hitting that perfect spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

“fuck… so tight f’me,” he groaned, voice ragged, biting at your chest through your shirt. “this what you wanted? wanted me to fuck the attitude right outta ya, huh? make you remember who you belong to?”

“yes—yes, yes—” you sobbed, chest heaving, legs wrapping tight around his waist to pull him even deeper, meeting every thrust, completely wrecked for him. “only you, shane… only ever you—”

“damn right,” he growled, speeding up even more, pounding into you so hard the couch creaked, your whole body shaking under him. “you’re mine. every part of ya. and you best remember that before you start actin’ up again, understand?”

you could barely speak, just nodding frantically, moaning so loud you were sure everyone at camp could hear — but you didn’t care. all you cared about was him, the way he filled you up, the way he took control.

your orgasm hit you hard and fast, screaming his name as you came apart around him, legs trembling, walls down tight around his cock.

shane didn’t stop. not until you were overstimulated and crying, begging him through broken sobs — and only when he was good and ready did he pull out, stroking himself fast once, twice, before spilling hot, thick ropes of his cum all over your stomach and chest, groaning deep and low in your ear as he came, body pressing heavy against yours.

he stayed there for a minute, breathing hard, before finally letting go of your wrists, brushing the hair out of your sweaty face, pressing a soft, possessive kiss to your lips — now that you were quiet, pliant, completely good again.

“there we go, bunny.” he murmured low, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb, voice back to that soft, deep rumble — but you knew better than to test him again. “all nice and quiet now. that’s my good girl.”

reblogs are appreciated

loved this ask so much!!! also just wanted to say I love writing for shawn hatosy characters and pedro pascal characters so if you any requests send them over! NOT PROOF READ! please let me know if there are any mistakes

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[bernthalsgf]

so imagine like shane being gone all night on like patrol or something n reader getting all worked up and blowing up his phone. shane gets fed up and when he gets home he puts her in his place for innerupting him🧐🧐

blowing up shane walsh’s phone

best read while listening to: take me to church hozier.

it was currently 9:23am, shane hadn’t been home all night meaning you hadn’t been in contact with him since he left.

you tried to not worry, you always did but it never really worked.

for the fifth time that day you pick up your phone and type a quick message to shane’s probably full inbox.

“shane where are you?? it’s been hours.”

you put your phone back down and try to distract yourself but nothing seems to tear your mind away from where he is and when shane will be back.

hours pass, still no reply or any contact from shane until you hear a bang on the door, confused you hurry to the door but by the time you get there shane had already barged in.

“shane! where have you—“ his movement does falter as he begins to walk towards you. “couldn’t leave me for five fuckin’ minutes, huh?” you furrow your eyebrows, confused.

“i wasn’t— i was worried.” you stutter as your back finally hits the wall. “get on your knees.” he spits down at you. “w-what?” he doesn’t wait for your reply before pushing you down.

“show me how much you fuckin’ missed me, baby.” he pulls th waistband on his boxers down and they pool at his feet.

you hesitate to move, slowly moving your hands to his cock and pumping it a few times, watching it grow in size. “don’t be shy, sweetheart.” he groans out.

you look at him once more before taking his tip into your mouth. “fuck— good girl.” his hands move to the back of your head, pushing you deeper. “just like that— you miss having your lips around me?”

shane begins to thrust his hips, moving faster. your eyes water as you start to take him deeper. “take it-“ he responses as you try pull away. “you wanted this— blowing up my phone.”

his movements become faster, indicating he’s about to come. “don’t fuckin— stay there.” he grips the back of your hair, letting out a moan. “gonna let me come in your mouth, bunny?” when you don’t move, he takes it as a yes. shane thrusts two more times before coming down your throat.

“fuck— so good f’me. swallow it all.” he releases the grip of your hair once you gulp, letting you pull away. you gasp for air, making shane smirk. “did good, baby.” he swiftly pulls his pants back up.

you stand up and shane wipes your mouth, moving to your ear to whisper. “don’t blow my phone up like that again, you hear me?” he makes sure you nod. “i’ll be meaner next time.”

without another word, he walks out the house, leaving you stunned in the kitchen and craving him more than ever, willing to annoy him again if this is the outcome.

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thank you so much for my first request!! i loved this concept i hope you like it<3

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begging for you to write more with shane 🙏

anything in specific??? im open to almost anything!

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you write for shane so good ily

ahhh tysm!!!

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patching up frank castle

word count: approx 935

best read listening to: ‘closer’ nine inch nails

it was currently 2:34am, you were trying to get the last paragraph of the article you had been writing for the past two days. your boss had been up your ass for weeks now, barely treating you as if you were human only another bot to write the latest pop culture.

as a result, you had not spoke to frank in the past couple of days, he hadn’t reached out so you assumed everything was as normal. that was until he showed up at your door looking like he had just taken a blood bath.

“frank— jesus christ!” you exclaimed, immediately pulling him into your apartment. “just a scratch, baby.” you scoff at him tilting him chin up to see the extent of the damage.

he smirks as you do this, liking how much you care about him. “you care about me, sweetheart?” without replying you pull him into your bathroom. you begin to search for your first aid kit you keep on stand by, usually for moments involving frank.

“where the fuck is—“ you groan, searching bottom cupboards. you sigh as you finally find it, crammed behind tissue paper. “you don’t gotta do th—“ you cut him off with a ‘shhh’ immediately he complies.

you try reach for his face but can’t, the height difference several feet. frank tries not to smile at this before gripping your hips and placing you on the counter.

your eyes widen but he doesn’t seem to have any reaction at all. still shook up, you start to dab his wounds with a cotton ball, soaked in alcohol. frank winces, “shit-“ you roll your eyes at this. “you’ve been through worse.” you mutter, continuing to help him.

none of you speak for a few minutes, you were completely focused on cleaning his cuts while he was completely focused on you. you knew he was staring, it was hard not to know but you ignore it, well as best as you could.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispers, he had never shown this type of vulnerability around you. when you and frank hung out it usually was him coming to you for help then he’d leave, nothing serious but he had always had a thing for you and you too had a thing for him but you both knew it would never work so you kept the feeling to yourselves.

“what?” you pause your movements to determine if you had heard him correctly. “i said you’re pretty.” he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “why are you saying that?” you questioned, convinced he wanted something. “because you are. i can’t say that?” you shake your head immediately. “no— i mean.. it’s just-“ you struggle to get your words out making frank lean forward and give you a smug look. “just what, baby?”

you have no idea how to reply, conflicted between moving on or letting him tell you more. “i-i didn’t think you’d ever say that to me.” you whisper. he leans in closer to your ear. “i think you’d be even prettier if you were on your knees infront of me.” your eyes widen and he smirks. his eyes instead of being focused on your eyes and now starting at your lips. “can i kiss you?” without replying, you lean in and kiss him.

before you realise, frank is kissing down your neck and lifting your hips to get your shorts off. “so fucking pretty.” he mutters as he looks down at your now bare legs. he reaches for your panties and looks up at you for confirmation. you nod and he tears them off, sounds of tearing clothing fills the room and you gasp.

“gonna fuck you now, baby. is that okay?” you nod, spreading your legs immediately. he smirks and moves his fingers to your mouth. “suck.” he says flatly as you take his fingers into your mouth, he pulls them out and immediately pushes them back in expect this time into your pussy. you immediately moan, gripping onto the sink. “frank—“ he cuts you off with a kiss. “we’re just getting started, bunny.” his fingers disappear into you, curling at just the perfect moment. “doing so good, huh?”

your legs begin to shake and Frank notices immediately. “you gonna come f’me?” you nod, letting out a whimper. “go ahead, ive got you, baby.” you come all over his fingers, moaning. “there she is.” frank mutters, pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean. “taste so good, baby.”

frank reaches for his belt and shoves down his pants and boxers at the same time. your eyes widen as he rubs himself a few times, precum already oozing from the top. “you ready?” you nod and frank lines himself up to your entrance. he begins to push in, his eyes never leaving yours. “good girl- fuck.” he groans into your ear. “frank, oh my god—“

once he is fully made you, it finally clicks. frank castle, the punisher is inside of you and you’d rather be here than anywhere else. he begins to move inside of you, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. his name leaves your lips countless times, begging for more. “i know, baby—“ he looks down at your belly and sees his print letting out a whimper he presses down on it which immediately makes you throw your head back in pleasure.

“mmph— please frank.” his movements get faster as he chases his release. “d-don’t fucking come— not until i say so.” he grunts, snapping his hips into you. “mph! fuck—“ he pulls out, pumping himself a few more times before finishing on your stomach.

without even acknowledging his pleasure he turns back to you, getting onto his knees and sucking on your clit. “fuck—“ you tangle your hands in his hair as his movement get more sloppy, chasing your orgasm. he feels your legs tense and knows whats going to happen. “come f’me, baby.” he mutters into you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. you come on his tongue, breathing heavily.

he stands up, kissing you deeply. “wanted to do that since i first saw you.” he whispers. you nod and kiss him back.

frank moves to the cupboard, grabbing a towel and cleaning you up. “did so good.” he kisses your jaw once before before lifting you off the counter. “work can wait.” he whispers in your ear as he carries you to your bed, not planning on leaving any time soon.

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frank castle my baby ily. this is kinda long for me but my first time writing actual smut so..! NOT PROOF READ! please let me know if there are any mistakes!