pope cody who is most definitely is not quite during sex. (if he can help it)
i mean we all know that man speaks as few words as possible throughout the day but listen, as soon as he puts his practically throbbing tip inside you he’s a gone man. he becomes just a mixture of breathy inhales and whimpers.
rick grimes who is such a perv when it comes to you...
rick grimes who always, always, checks out your ass when you're walking in front of him, and when you bend over to stab a walker he's starting right at your plump behind.
rick grimes who gets so horny when it's just you two out on runs. when you confront him about it he just said something like "just love bein' around my woman, stirs something in me."
rick grimes who has once opened your panties draw at alexandria and pocketed one just to have for when he's away from you. in which he most definitely uses it to get off to the thought of you, the lace panties wrapped around his hand as he strokes himself.
rick grimes who secretly loves when you laugh and make fun of his accent because all he can think of then is whispering dirty things in your ear and see if you still think it's funny.
he'll see you looking all sweet as you bend down with hot coco in your arms, the red and green tray in your hands holding the chocolate beverage as you wait for him to grab his.
but man oh man...
suddenly he doesn't want hot coco. suddenly all he can see is the beautiful view of your breasts spilling from your low cut top. he finds himself inching forward basically perving at the sight, with you leaning down this gives him the most perfect access.
"gojo, baby?" you say with a nervous laugh. his head shoots up so fast all you could see was a quick flash of white hair.
"are you okay?" you ask quickly tilting your head to inspect him once you see his flushed face.
and holy fuck gojo thinks he just came on the spot, you calling him baby was the cherry on top.
“els, what do you think about a cat– oooo or maybe a kitten?” you ask your head resting in your palm lazily pointing at the cat on the magazine making ellie turn and squint to get a better look.
“mmm babe i dont know, i dont need that fucker clawing me and id prefer we keep our couches in tact." ellie states simply shaking her head turning back around to make her coffee.
“oh no, right, of course.” you said teasingly before murmuring quickly under your breath.
“if anyones going to ruin our couches it’d be you putting your dirty fucking shoes up on the-”
“hey!” ellie exlaimed playfully, spinning around with a spoon in her mouth and froth around her lips that makes you struggle to contain your laughter.
“i can hear you and-” she pauses to take the spoon out so she can speak clearly.
“you said it was fine as long as they were clean.” she says as she waves the spoon around as you nod.
“yeah, yeah." you laugh shaking your head smiling and going back to your magazine.
a/n: this is my first EVER published writing so beware! decided to take the easy root and do head canons...? i hope this is enjoyable, it was so much fun to write.
• clark will forever cherish the time he spends with your daughter. clark is the best girl dad!! after he heard jimmy talking about his niece who is now 8 and wants nothing to do with him anymore, clark has made sure to spend even more of his free time with you and your daughter.
it became a routine for you both to tuck her into bed and give her a peck on the forehead with whispers of 'good night'. tonight however is different.
you started making your way to your daughter's bedroom when you stop in the doorway. clark is sat in one of her tiny doll chairs, the legs of the plastic chair bending awkwardly looking like it'll break any moment from the weight of him.
"kay' just needs one more layer, daddy" your daughter says with a massive smile, nodding at him.
"course baby!" clark just nods back at her with a smile, his dimples popping out. he hums your favorite song absentmindedly, holding his hand out for her so she can continue as his other hand continues to flick through the magazine filled with stuffed animals and cursive fonts.
• we all know clark is a funny guy naturally but also has a thing for telling painfully unfunny jokes. (the biggest paradox)
"sweetheart, guess what?" he said siding up next to you on the couch and moving your legs on his lap, practically taking up all the room on the tiny pink sofa.
"yes, honey?" you say, urging him to continue with the sweetest smile nodding along.
"why don't scientists trust atoms?" he begins biting his lip to contain himself. his face turning a slight shade of pink, something that happens when he tries to hold back his laughter.
"if this is one of your cheesy jokes again, clark i swea-"
"because they make up everything!" he interrups buzzing with excitement watching your face, turning away to laugh in the palm of his hand when he sees your straight face just staring.
• my man is NOSEY, the second he hears some sort of rumor floating through the office he stops what he's doing and put his super hearing to use! then obviously reports back to you... (pictured below)
"clark! omg do you know what this means for her husband? " you gasp, clutching your chest but ending the question with a smile.
"i know baby! as soon as i heard them talking i was thinking goodness." he all but giggles into the phone, sitting having his lunch break.
• now that we've established he's a big gossiper, he's also a lover of girl talk! he'll gladly sit in the room when you're with your friends all chatting and laughing and him butting in for his input only when needed.
"i thought when he said that to you he was out of line." clark quickly butts in, defending your friend who's complaining about her current boyfriend.
"he also said eating a panini isn't manly? leave his ass!" he adds for dramatics making you giggle next to him, you lightly slap his thigh as you try to calm your laughing.