shokoy ☆

shokoy || 19 — he/him ultramegasuperstar

[shok-oy]

shokoy's "masterlist"

THE WALKING DEAD

one shots

carl grimes x male reader "illness"

glenn rhee x male reader "grave"

[18+] daryl dixon x male reader "watchtower"

[18+] paul rovia x male reader "scavenging"

headcanons

"their love language?" part 1 | part 2

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[izbnart]

Batman animation 👍🌟

[shok-oy]

season 4. glenn rhee x male reader. masterlist notes. slight mentions of homophobia.

✒️ ... grave

glenn was an optimist, while y/n was a pessimist, always thinking about what could go wrong, such as when and where he would die, and how would it happen. glenn didn't mind, but sometimes, it affected the morale of the people around him.

y/n was out in the field, hard at work doing something. tending to the field and crops was rick's job, so people wondered what the enigmatic y/n was doing. he wasn't the best when it came to communicating his thoughts and feelings; he tried, but sometimes it ended in a misunderstanding. so y/n distanced himself from people as best as he could.

glenn stepped out into the field. he was taking a break after a long day of doing his tasks. it was nearly sundown, so even rick and carl were wrapping up their fieldwork. glenn approached y/n, something he finds himself doing quite often.

he finds y/n with a shovel in his hands, scooping up dirt in the ground and working tirelessly.

"hey, uh, y/n, what're you.... doing?" glenn asks, taking a peek at what y/n was doing.

"diggin' a grave." y/n answered simply.

"why?" glenn raises his brows.

"so when i die, you could just bury me here." y/n shrugged before resuming his task.

"you think you're gonna die here?" glenn crouched beside y/n.

"well—yeah... i mean, it's as good a place as any." y/n sighed, thrusting his shovel in the soil and letting it stand.

he takes a deep breath before leaning slightly toward the shovel.

"why are you here?" y/n asked in disbelief.

people mostly ignored him. he'd been with the prison group for a while now; they found him close to death at the side of the road one day and nursed him back to health. then, after asking him three questions, he was allowed to join the group. he was only trusted and respected by his peers because he helped them, but none of them ever really tried to get to know him. only glenn.

"can't i come out here?" glenn asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"you should head inside with the others." y/n tells him before he picks up the shovel once more. "looks like it'll rain soon."

"nah, i think i'll wait for you." glenn said.

"er... sure.. whatever makes you happy i guess."

~

by the time y/n had had enough of his digging, he went back inside for dinner, only to realize that everyone else had already eaten without him and retired to their respective rooms. glenn accompanied him to the end though, just like he said he would.

now, the two were sharing a quiet meal together outside. glenn was supposed to lock up anyways, and y/n had the first watch. y/n munched on some leftover vegetables, the group probably left it behind for them.

"so... you think you're gonna die here?" glenn suddenly said. "interesting..."

"how is it interesting?" y/n asked, raising a brow.

"like... do you think this place could be a permanent home? for us?" glenn asks, turning to look at y/n.

"yeah. i mean... it's not any better than my dorm back in college, this place was a prison, but so was that god-awful place." y/n sneered, thinking back to the days he spent living in a tiny college dorm before the dead started rising.

"well," y/n crossed his arms over his head and laid down on the concrete, using his arms as a cushion. "the only difference, is that i get an entire room to myself, and i don't gotta pay rent!"

"a permanent home..." glenn sighed wistfully.

"what are you daydreamin' about?" y/n asks.

"home." glenn answered simply.

y/n was silent, as if he didn't know what to answer. he then released a pleasant sigh before he inhaled the crisp, night air.

"lay down, would you?" y/n suggests, though his tone is teasing.

glenn shook his head and laughed before he situated himself to y/n's side, lying down on his back. the two men stared up at the night sky, the clouds giving them a brief view of the twinkling stars. thunder seemed to rumble in the distance, but the two didn't seem to care too much.

"how do you feel?" glenn asks, keeping his eyes. up.

"full." y/n laughed, patting his stomach. "just wish there was some rice though."

"you're a rice guy? didn't expect that." glenn chuckled.

"eh, one of my former roommates introduced me, it tasted pretty- shit!" y/n cussed loudly when droplets of rain suddenly began falling from the sky.

gray clouds gathered above their heads as they quickly scrambled to their feet before rushing inside. the rain poured heavily in mere moments, but thankfully, they had already managed to return indoors. now, both men were slightly damp as they leaned on the metal doorframe leading into the cells.

glenn laughed as he shook his head, droplets of rain falling from his hair. y/n groaned as he was splashed with water.

"glenn!" y/n laughed.

they were awfully close to each other, nearly huddled together for warmth. their shoulders were touching for mere moments when y/n suddenly takes off his wet t-shirt.

"w-what are you doing?" glenn asked, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

"takin' my shirt off." y/n answered simply. "y'know, 'cause it's wet and i don't want to get sick?"

"right, right, right..." glenn muttered.

"you're not gonna take it off?" y/n raised a brow.

"huh- no- i-i-i mean-" glenn yelped when y/n grabbed him by the hips all of a sudden, a playful smirk on his lips.

"medicine's hard to come by nowadays, dont'cha know?" y/n teased. "just take it off! we're both dudes!"

glenn yelped as y/n helped him off his shirt. glenn sighed as he brushed his hair back with a hand, then he noticed y/n had gone quiet all of a sudden. he looks at his friend, raising a brow at his strange behavior.

"something wrong?" glenn asked. "are you feelin' all right?"

"no, no, i'm fine..." y/n assured. "just didn't think you'd be hidin' all that underneath..."

y/n was referring to the lightly toned muscles of glenn's body. his wet skin glistened gently against the soft glow of the orange lanterns. glenn's hair was dripping wet as he kept brushing it back, away from his eyes. they were both real quiet, y/n's eyes were unable to leave the sight of glenn's body, while glenn was silently contemplating things in his head while he stared at y/n's face.

y/n's curiously handsome face. he never thought he'd ever like guys, sure, there were times he thought that some guys were hotter than most, but he always brushed them off as admiration. y/n on the other hand, always knew he liked guys. the others at the prison probably felt it, so they stayed away. but glenn was different. he wasn't stocky and a bully, nor was he lanky and nerdy. he was the perfect combination of both.

their bodies, wet from the rain, radiated so much warmth that they instinctively stepped closer to one another. y/n's lips were only an inch apart from glenn's, he could feel his heat. without a second thought, y/n's hands cupped glenn's face and pulled him close as glenn wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, closing the distance between them. their bodies were pressed against one another, skin to skin. they could feel each other's hearts, beating as one as their lips molded together.

when they pulled away, they were breathless, the sound of rain falling into deaf ears in the background as they held each other close in a warm embrace.

"this place ain't a bad place to die." y/n muttered softly and glenn chuckled before planting a kiss on y/n's cheek.

~ shokoy ☆

[nvmig]

If this bitch

And this bitch

Die in s3 IM GONNA MURDER EVERYONE

[shok-oy]

and I oop-

[blutopaz15]

the best thing about this season, smooches and sweetness and all other angst aside

[shok-oy]

damn it

[danroiie-deactivated20241222]

Jayce Talis x male!reader. NSFW. MDNI.

content; soft!needy!dom!Jayce. sub!reader. grinding against clothes. fucking on a desk. light masturbation (received). rough but soft grinding. maybe a little bit of “friends” to lovers(?. he is a ‘please’ boy.

A/N; I need more of him x m!reader. 👹 #needthat. Well, what I was coming to. English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammatical error, I do what I can 😪🫶🏻. Feel confident to correct me (as long as it is with respect, of course)

By the way, this was planned to be longer, but in the end I didn't like it and I cut that part leaving only the action. You can imagine what you want about what happened before.

The second punch of the day hit his right cheek. This time, you felt the regret forming in your chest as you watched him complain of the pain. But despite that, his hand was still firmly clinging to you, with no intention of letting you go. You took his wrist, trying to separate his hand from your forearm, but the only thing you got was a war of struggle through the room.

The fight ended only when you were cornered between your desk and Jayce. Most of the things that were on the nearby desks ended up on the floor. You don't know how long you two had been like this, but the sweat had already accumulated on your forehead because of the physical effort, just like on Jayce's.

He was close enough to you that you could feel his breath hitting your chin. You both stared at each other, trying to regulate your breaths. You hadn't noticed how much he had changed until he was very close. His hair was longer than usual, as was his facial hair. You were surprised that you were able to recognize him just moments ago.

For his part, you were almost the same since the last time he saw you. Of course, the only difference was the small dark circles under your eyes, but other than that everything remained the same. You kept looking at him with those eyes even though your expression or words wanted to make him believe otherwise. Your hair was not in that tidy hairstyle you used to wear; it was untidy and small strands stuck to your forehead because of the sweat. That only made you look so much better.

His gaze unconsciously turned to your ajar mouth.

He had really missed you, more than he should have.

You felt one of his hands slide from your jaw to the back of your neck, where it stood still and firm. You swallowed hard as you continued to look at him carefully, avoiding losing any other movement. You watched him exhale in a very peculiar way as he met your eyes again. He approached uncertainly, stopping millimeters from you. You could swear that his nose brushed against yours.

And what had only happened in your deepest dreams was fulfilled.

His lips crashed with yours in a fierce and needy way that barely gave you time to react. The hand that was on the back of your neck had now tangled between your hair.

You clung to the collar of his shirt to bring him closer to you. He let out a gasp among kisses as he carefully got you on top of the desk, positioned himself between your thighs. His kisses moved away from your lips only to continue their journey across your cheek, whispering repeatedly how much he had missed you as he passed by your ear. His path then moved down to your neck where he left sloppy kisses.

After a short time, you began to feel a small erection growing in the middle of your legs. You felt your face burn with embarrassment and you tried to close them, only to remind that Jayce was between them. The small pressure on his hips made him stop at his work with your neck to look down confused by the sudden movement. He let out a low and small laugh as he raised his head again to look at you, smiling sweetly before planting a small kiss on one of your reddened cheeks. "Don't hide it from me" he whispered to you with that same low tone in your ear, his hands slowly went down to the buckle of your belt.

His forehead rested on yours as he closed his eyes. You did the same as you felt one of his hands slip inside your trousers. The two of you let out a gasp in unison when he finally managed to touch you over the fabric of your underwear; you clung to one of his arms at the same time as your other hand clung to the wood of your desk.

His touch began slowly and softly, as if he was afraid of hurting you. Then, he started to go a little faster when he made sure you were wet enough.

"You look so pretty like that" he managed to say with difficulty.

"Shut up"

A contagious giggle escaped from his lips and you couldn't help laughing too.

You moan in reply when you feel his hand move away from you, but that didn't last long. His hands rested on the lower part of your thighs, raising them slightly upwards, which caused you to almost have to lie down on the desk. You looked at him confused for a few moments until you felt his own erection colliding with yours.

You heard him let out a hoarse moan before he leaned down to find you. You got up as best you could with your elbows. Your gaze traveled to your crotch, where you could better appreciate his erection against yours.

You couldn't help but moan when you saw that.

You felt Jayce's arms rest on both sides of you and the soft touch of his forehead against yours. You looked up to meet his eyes again; he watched you for a short time before leaning over to kiss you.

You could feel how he began to grind against you faster and faster, so much so that your desk began to move, throwing some of the papers that you had previously scattered on top to the floor. You felt your legs falter, but Jayce's hands made sure not to let them fall by clinging tightly to your thighs.

After a while, both of you let go of each other's mouths, with a small thread of saliva connecting your lips.

“Ah fuck-” You whimper, almost out of breath “I’m gonna-”

“Don't look away, keep looking at me, please”

Your underwear was soaked with the fluids of both. Your elbows hurt from the effort to support your weight, and not to mention your legs. Them were only still up thanks to Jayce. Your back began to arch from time to time, and you knew that soon you would cum.

Your breathing was a mess. You no longer knew if what came out of your mouth were moans, if you were just hyperventilating, or even a mixture of two.

For god's sake, it was just a grind, why was it making you so fucking bad?

“Jayce, I can’t… I… I need it, I need it so bad”

“Ssh It’s okay, I'm right here” he whispered to you in gasps “Why don't you lie down completely, hmm?”

Your back leaned completely against the desk. His hands grabbed your arms and brought them straight to his neck, where he quickly intertwined them before returning his hands to your thighs.

“Just let me make you feel good”

His face was hidden in the hollow of your neck as he continued to grind against you desperately. You clung to the fabric of his shirt, biting his shoulder and muffling the sound of your whimpering. You could only hear the sound of your desk hitting the wall of the room and Jayce's sometimes hoarse moans.

After a moment you heard him curse as he moved away from your neck, looking for your gaze.

“I need you to cum with me, baby, can you do it, please?”

You nodded quickly; you didn't make an effort to say anything because you knew it would be in vain since only incessant whining came out of your mouth. You looked at him, and you could swear that you had come right at that moment; the way he looked at you pleadingly and needy made you question which of the two looked more pathetic now. It was a miracle that you could contain yourself. You clung to his back tighter when you felt your pelvis contract as well as your legs. You would do it; you were close.

On your way to hide your face in the hollow of his neck one of his hands stopped you, holding you by the nape.

“Look at me when you cum, baby, don't hide your face, yeah?” you didn't tell him anything, but it wasn't necessary. The way your eyes looked at him told him everything.

For a moment, you genuinely believed that the desk would break under you. Jayce's hips began to move against you in a disastrous way, with an irregular but fast and strong rhythm. One of his knees rose to lean on the corner of the desk, and you felt one of his arms take you by your lower back. You could see the sweat on his forehead.

Your vision clouded as you felt the heat forming inside you; your orgasm approaching with each stroke. And, as if he knew, the grip on your thigh tightened harder, just like the one on your back.

“oh yes!, please, please, please, please”

Your body reacted to his words, and that's when you felt the barrier of all your control break. You felt your orgasm hit you with a wave of pure pleasure all over your body. You cried out, your voice broke with lust and need as you felt your legs tremble just like your back arched. Feeling your body pressing against you, Jayce's own climax rose to the foreground with the intense sensations pushing him to the limit.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his eyes rolling back with hips jerking erratically.

His body fell on yours, avoiding crushing you, of course. Your foreheads joined together while trying to regulate your breaths; both let out a small chuckle as you looked into each other's eyes. As the last pulses of his orgasm faded, Jayce tenderly wiped the tears and saliva from your face, which you hadn't even realized you had. He looked at you with sweetness and softness, still holding your face.

"You have a lot to explain" a smile drawn on your lips.

"You have no idea"

[shok-oy]

he want that cookie so bad

[shok-oy]

season 4. carl grimes x male reader. masterlist

✒️ ... illness

y/n and carl were huddled together, a comic book resting carl's lap as they read the book together. they were in the prison, somewhere a bit farther away from the main cell blocks, secluded and secure, where no one could bother them.

suddenly, carl gasped.

"no way! they can't just kill him like that! he's the main character, that doesn't look like an ending fit for a superhero!" carl complained loudly.

"maybe he'll live or maybe he is dead. honestly, we might never know." y/n laughed.

carl groaned, closing the comic book out of frustration.

"unless...." y/n smirks, and carl turns to him. "ta-daa!"

y/n reveals a comic book from behind him, and it was the next volume of the comic they were just reading. carl gasped and grabbed it from y/n's hands.

"no way! how did you- how?!" carl laughed, inspecting the comic book.

"i got it while i was on a run with daryl." y/n smirks proudly, but his expression quickly fades away as he notices the disheartened look on carl's face.

"carl?" y/n asks, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "what's wrong?"

"it's just- my dad won't let me go out on runs, he won't even let me hold a gun." carl sighed. "i feel useless."

"he just cares about you, is all." y/n tries to say, attempting to uplift his friend's spirits

"i know, it just sucks i have to stay here while you get to go out on runs with daryl and the rest." carl confessed.

"if it makes you feel better, i'd rather stay in here and read comic books with you than go out there and sit in uncomfortable silence with daryl." y/n joked, his hands slipping on the comic book on carl's hands.

he gives the boy a smile and opens the book so they could both read together.

~

"okay, gross, can we get back to the action scenes?" carl grimaced when he opens the book to a page where the main character had kissed their love interest.

"what? a little embarrassed over a kiss scene are we?" y/n teased, keeping his hand on the page so carl wouldn't flip it.

"n-no!" carl quickly denied.

"then... why are you so red? have you never seen people kiss before?" y/n asks.

"i have..." carl whispered lowly, his cheeks reddening by the second.

"have you ever... kissed someone before?" y/n asked.

"..." carl was silent.

for a few moments, y/n tried to move close to him, slowly so as to not spook him. but when his hands laid upon carl's own, the boy suddenly shifted, flipping the comic book close with a loud shut. carl quickly stands before speed-walking away from his friend, leaving the comic on the floor. y/n felt as if all the color in his world had washed away, had he just been rejected?

he felt a twinge of pain on his chest, then a squeeze... then, it was as if his heart had stopped beating. he leaned back on the wall behind him and squeezed his eyes shut, thinking, trying to form words in his mind, but nothing. there it was, the end of a two-year friendship with the only boy his age who could possibly know what he was going through.

y/n rubbed his nape, trying to calm down. he shut his eyes, forcing back the tears on his eyes as he tried to relax, to stop thinking about what had just happened. would carl tell his father? if he did, what would rick do? would the man kick him out for his... preferences? would he think he is filthy for... trying to corrupt his son?

y/n stands up, picking up the comic book carl had left behind.

he trudged back into the prison with a heavy heart. he clutched the book close to his chest, avoiding people. he thinks their eyes are on him, he feels their disgust. had carl already told everyone? or did he just tell one person and it somehow reached all over the prison?

he reached his room — his cell — and he tossed the comic book over the top bunk along with the other comic books he collected from his runs with daryl. he kicks off his shoes and lays on his bed, hearing the creaking noise it made had him cringe, or maybe it was the scent that had him make that expression, whatever it was, he was upset and frustrated.

he hears the shuffling of cloth as the curtains that hung over the entrance of his room had been drawn back. daryl stood there, looking down on the boy. he didn't speak for a few minutes, only chewing through his dinner.

"what happened?" daryl spoke gruffly.

y/n doesn't reply. he lie motionless in bed.

"why don't you come on and eat." that wasn't a question, daryl was ordering him.

"don't wanna." y/n replied.

daryl entered the cell, drawing the curtains to cover the room before he sits on y/n's bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"then what'd you want?" daryl asks this time.

"i want the ground to eat me up." y/n groaned into his pillow.

daryl scoffed, munching on a piece of bread. he took one large bite before nudging y/n with his knuckles. the boy doesn't move, but he releases a frustrated grunt. daryl nudged him even harder this time, and he kept nudging y/n until he practically hit the wall. y/n slapped daryl's hand away and the older man grunted. he didn't have to do much, with just one arm he held down a struggling y/n.

"you dick!" y/n hissed.

"uh-huh." daryl chuckled.

y/n groaned and finally gave up. daryl was the person who found him and brought him back to the prison. he was exhausted and dehydrated and trapped in a rooftop with walkers crawling below him. daryl managed to lead the walkers away with a noisy, stolen car before he managed to save the poor boy. ever since then, daryl was sort of y/n's guardian, daryl took it upon himself to watch over the boy and care for him, he was y/n's big brother, so of course he would worry if he hadn't come down to eat, or if something seemed to be bothering y/n.

"so?" daryl asked as he removed his arm on y/n. "what is it?"

"you can't help me this time, daryl." y/n chuckled sadly.

"what? you got problems with your boy?" daryl asked.

y/n's eyes widened. how did daryl know? his expression made daryl chuckle. of course he knew; apart from carl, who else had y/n spent so much time with? y/n threw an arm over his eyes and groaned loudly, making daryl chuckle.

"can't cage yourself in here forever. come on, get out and eat." daryl stands, playfully clasping y/n's arm. "that boy ain't your life."

y/n finally caved; he stood up and dragged himself behind daryl as the man took another chunk out of the bread he was eating. he forced the leftover bread in y/n's mouth and the teen groaned in displeasure before his hand reaches up to hold the bread in place. daryl walks a few steps ahead of y/n, who was obviously purposely slowing down his steps. daryl rolled his eyes; he really couldn't take the slow steps of y/n any longer. he swung an arm over the boy's shoulders and practically dragged him outside, to the eating area.

a lot of people were outside having dinner. the people from woodbury and from rick's original group sat together, scattered in different tables. y/n caught sight of carl sitting beside his father, the seat to his other side was empty and y/n had half a mind to go sit beside him. but daryl dragged him over to sit beside carol on another table. she was sitting with the parents, chatting about some original recipe of hers. when he was sat, daryl walks off towards the grills to pick up some food.

"ah, y/n, how are you?" carol asks the boy, a sweet smile on her lips.

"i am.... fine." y/n spoke slowly, as if he was unsure of his own answer.

but he was the complete opposite of fine. his reason? the boy sitting a few tables away from him. but carol had always been sweet to him. he was close to her thanks to daryl, and when no one was looking, carol would sneakily give y/n a chocolate bar or two. y/n liked her, so he tried to give her a polite response in front of her woodbury friends. carol felt like something was up, but she didn't pry further as she had turned back to chatting with her friends.

y/n felt a nudge on his shoulder and he looks up to see daryl moving in to sit beside him. y/n immediately scooches to make space for him. the gruff man sets down a plate of cooked venison in front of y/n and motions for him to have his fill. y/n smiles and mumbles a soft thanks to the man before he begins to eat.

~

carl can't help the way his eyes naturally gravitate towards y/n. he was seated between carol and daryl, eating his meal in peace as he listens to the chatter around his table. he felt this... strange, squeezing sensation on his heart every time he steals a glance from y/n.

he probably shouldn't have walked away from y/n earlier... he barely remembers what he was thinking at that moment, or perhaps he wasn't thinking at all. he felt the way his heart sped up when y/n came closer to him, he felt the way his face warmed up when y/n huddled close to him so he could read.

he could feel, but he couldn't think.

then he hears a cough from one of the kids and suddenly he's back in reality.

after dinner was over, he headed back to his room. he bids his father goodnight and kisses judith as she sleeps soundly in her crib. as he was heading back to his room, he finds y/n hanging around the perch on the second floor, where daryl's room was. he coughed a few times, and daryl comes into view, carrying a bottle of water and some meds.

"hey, don't cough it at me, boy." daryl grunted.

y/n chuckled weakly before coughing again, a bit louder this time. daryl quickly supports him with his body before gently setting him down to sit. carl trudged back to his room, he ducked his head and made sure his steps were quiet so the two wouldn't notice him.

~

the next morning, carl heard screams, he heard gunshots, and his father's panicked voice mixing with everyone else's fearful screams.

but when the dust settled and everyone had gone quiet, carl noticed the bodies of walkers, people from woodbury whom he shared a roof with for the past few months. it was some sort of virus or disease, according to the doctor. patrick was found dead, a walker with no bites or scratches on him, but he was bleeding on his nose, eyes, and mouth; a truly horrific sight.

he remembers seeing how horrified y/n looked when he saw the deceased body of the boy. he runs away, holding back the urge to throw up. carl hadn't seen him for the rest of the day.

the council decided to quarantine those who they deemed "infected." first it was karen and david, but they were soon found dead, burned with their bodies nothing but black ash on the floor outside.

more people began to contract symptoms, and soon enough, an entire cell block was nearly half-full with people coughing and wheezing.

y/n would soon join them.

"you can't- daryl, please, i can help!" y/n cried, his hand holding onto daryl's arms as the man led him to cell block a, where they quarantined all the sick people. "let me go on that run with you, just please, please don't put me in there, i'm begging you."

carl was listening from afar, watching from behind a wall. y/n was holding back tears. he'd been fearful of his life ever since he saw patrick's deceased body. daryl placed a hand on his cheek, giving a him a look of assurance.

"just get in there. sasha'll take care of you." he said, gently pushing y/n towards the door.

"i'm gonna die in there!" y/n whisper-yelled. "i'm gonna die knowing i didn't do anything to stop it or- or help!"

"stop. you're sick." just as daryl said that, y/n broke out into a coughing fit. he quickly coughed into his arm. "you're gonna be fine. i'm gonna make sure of it."

daryl hated to see his little brother in pain. he would do anything to ease his pain.

"carl! c'mere."

carl's shoulders stiffened and he attempted to run away, but he heard daryl call him again, louder this time. he inhaled sharply, he wouldn't hear the end of it from daryl if he didn't listen now. he slowly walked out of his hiding spot. y/n quickly let go of daryl and took a few steps back. no, he thinks to himself. he didn't want carl to seem him in such a pathetic state. not again. in a split second, before daryl even knew what was happening, y/n had slipped past him to get into the door leading into cell block a.

he looks at daryl's frustrated glare through the large, glass window. he shook his head, refusing to look at carl. he runs off, probably to find a cell to trap himself in.

"just- i dunno what you two are fighting about, but that boy is gonna die the more he thinks about dying." daryl tells carl.

carl stays quiet.

"look after 'im for me. won't 'ya?" daryl walks away, leaving carl to himself.

~

carl didn't know how to "look after" someone who wouldn't even look at him. he would visit the glass window to cell block a every hour, hand on his gun in case anything happened, but every time he came up to the glass window, no one would come up. he would see a few silhouettes moving in the background, but he couldn't see y/n.

was he pissed at him? they haven't had a chance to talk after what happened and everything was just moving so fast.

was he hurt? he probably was. he walked away from him when he was trying to get closer to him. was he? or was he just trying to catch a closer look at the comic?

what if this was really it? what if daryl and the others come too late and cell block a just turns into a cell block of patrick's? what if y/n ended up like patrick and... died?

carl shook his head; he doesn't know anything and he certainly doesn't know what will happen if he keeps on thinking negative thoughts.

he stands in front of the glass window, eyes glued to the shadows moving around on the other side of the glass. he pressed his lips into a thin line. he shook his head and turned on his heel.

"what the hell am i doing..." he muttered.

but just before he could even take one step, he hears tapping coming from the glass. he turned around; to his surprise,

y/n was there.

he looked pale, a little out of breath, but otherwise alright. carl quickly moves closer to the window, and so does y/n. they were so close, carl felt as if he could hug him. but the glass blocked him. he smiled half-heartedly, worried that maybe he was acting too excited, y/n would find him weird, but the corners of y/n's lips twitched upwards for the slightest moment before he broke out into another coughing fit. carl accidentally slams his hand into the glass out of concern for his friend.

he didn't know it yet, but his heart squeezed with pain at the sight of y/n in so much pain.

when y/n's coughing fit died down a little, he raises his head and looks at carl straight in the eyes. there; it was if they were communicating.

i'm sorry. carl would say.

don't be. y/n would respond.

please don't die. carl wanted to tell him.

i won't.

blood trickled down y/n's nose as he smiled. hershel quickly appears from behind y/n. he pats the boy on the back before helping him back in. carl watched them with worried eyes before they disappeared inside the cell block. carl sighed. he was beyond the glass window, there was nothing he could do now but leave it up to hershel.

~

something happened. the fence gave in, crumbling under waves of walkers. carl and his father managed to gun them all down, burning through half of their cache of bullets in one night. still, they managed. maggie had rushed back into cell block a after hearing multiple gunshots. she initially tried to stay with rick so she could help - they were severely outnumbered - but rick ordered her to go into cell block a and only two more gunshots followed after.

the gunshots worried carl, one might have been a warning shot, but two - then later two more - multiple shots might have meant the situation was worse then they thought. neither maggie nor hershel would fire their guns unless they were truly in danger. then he thinks back to y/n. was he alright? was he hurt? what if one of those shots hit him?

then, a van came into view.

~

carl could finally enter the quarantined cell block after everyone was given their meds. he walked in slowly, observing multiple puddles of blood on the floor and some dead bodies of both regular people and walkers. his heart raced; was y/n one of them?

but after he thoroughly searched through the entire first floor and he didn't find any sign of his friend, he felt hope slightly bloom in his chest.

he came up to the second floor. glenn was resting on one of the cell blocks, with maggie cleaning up the blood on his face. she looks at him, smiling a little. carl returns it with a half-hearted smile of his own.

"y/n?" carl asks her quietly.

"cell at the end, shouldn't miss him." maggie replied.

carl gives her a grateful nod before leaving her be. he follows her directions; he approached the last cell at the end of the catwalk. to his surprise, daryl emerged from the cell. the gruff man gives him a grunt.

"gonna go get 'im some water." was all daryl said before he trudged away, an empty glass cup on his hand.

carl took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. what was he gonna say again? he remembers practicing apologies, reasons, and whatnot in his mind during his trip to cell block a, but now, everything was gone. carl wanted to leave, perhaps he could speak to him again at a later date.

or maybe he won't. can't. couldn't. wouldn't.

the boy sighed deeply. fine. he was gonna do this now. he removes his sheriff's hat, holding it with one hand as he slowly makes his way towards the cell.

inside was relatively clean. the bunk bed looked creaky and old, and he saw y/n lying there. the boy was resting on his side, blanket over his shoulder. his eyes were closed and he was taking slow and steady breaths. carl kneels on the bedside, and y/n, as if sensing carl's presence, opens his eyes. he blinks a couple times, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

carl smiled awkwardly. "hey." he starts.

"hey." y/n muttered, eyes subconsciously wandering elsewhere in carl's body as if to check for wounds or any signs of harm.

"uhm, how are you?" carl asked.

"fine." y/n sniffles, trying to hide his bloody nose.

"your nose..." carl reluctantly points out.

"oh... yeah. i came pretty close, but hershel svaed me." y/n chuckled weakly.

carl smiles, a genuine smile this time. then he let's out a soft snort. carl wears a gentle expression on his face as he closely observes y/n's face. he plays with y/n's hair with one hand, twirling strands of h/c hair in between his fingers. y/n smiles sadly.

"carl?" y/n calls his name softly.

"yeah?"

"could we... talk about.. what happened?" y/n asks.

there it was. carl knew this was bound to happen sooner or later. he just wished he could've enjoyed the peace he had with y/n a few seconds ago, a little longer. he sighed, his movements had stilled and y/n's face clearly reflected his sadness.

"do i disgust you? or was it what i did?" y/n asked.

"no." carl denied.

i'm fifteen and i've never thought about liking boys before in my life until you came. carl thought about saying it.

"then what is it?" y/n asked again, eyes glued on carl's face as the boy couldn't look him directly in the eye.

"do you... like boys?" ah, what a naive question.

"what does it matter if i like boys or girls?" an even more naive answer.

carl didn't quite know what to think. didn't know what to answer either. what he does know is that he cares for y/n, but in what way? as a brother? as a friend? or... as something more? he was conflicted and it was reflecting in the way he was avoiding eye contact with y/n and the way he was fidgeting with y/n's hair.

y/n could feel this. he sighed, placing one hand on top of carl's, stopping him from playing with his hair any further. he gives him an empathetic smile as carl bit his lip, unsure of what to answer or say.

"nevermind." y/n sighed. "it was stupid of me to ask."

he shifted, well, tried. he tried to shift his position so he'd be facing the wall instead, but carl stops him, hand on y/n's waist to stop him from turning around.

"wait." carl called.

y/n stopped moving, his eyes meeting carl's. he was about to ask him to leave, to return when he settled whatever it was he needed to settle, but then, carl leans in close, his movement, a bit careful as if he was waiting for y/n to push him away or move back, but y/n doesn't, he let's carl capture his lips in an awkward, but pleasant kiss. well — it was kind of awkward, neither boys have ever kissed someone before, let alone another boy, but...it's was pleasant.

a warm spark blossomed when their lips met. they stayed in that kiss for a while, and they separated for air, y/n was tugging on carl's collar, as if asking for another kiss.

"fuck." carl cussed slightly.

"what? did you have an epiphany or something?" y/n asked quietly.

"i don't know if i like boys." carl moved so he was now sitting on the bed, hovering over y/n's upper torso. "but i think i like you."

he leans down again and their lips meet in between. carl was practically smiling into his partner's lips as he deepened their kiss. y/n looped one arm around car's neck, as if trying to bring him closer.

"hah... you think?" y/n mutters against the kiss and he hears a chuckle from carl.

"i worry for you. you're the only person i want near me.... you're the only... person i want to grow old with." carl sighed, leaning in for another kiss. he cups his hand on y/n's cheek. "you're the only one..."

"starved, are we?"

the two boys quickly moved away from each other at the sound of another man's gruff voice. carl nearly hit his on the bottom of the upper bunk. daryl was standing on the entrance to the cell, leaning on the wall, carrying a glass of water in one hand and some meds on the other. carl chuckled weakly.

"daryl! uhh..." carl scratched the back of his nape.

"out. gotta give him his meds." daryl scoffed, lightly shooing away the sheriff's son.

carl scrambled to his feet, picking up his father's hat along the way. he gives y/n one, final batch before scampering away from daryl's gaze. when he left, daryl shook his head. he walks over to y/n, who was covering the bottom half of his face as he watched daryl move about in his small cell.

"doctor said to drink this thrice a day, once when you wake up, once after lunch, and once before you go to bed." daryl hands y/n a pill and the boy accepts it as he sits up. receiving the cup of water in another hand.

"so?" daryl raised a brow as y/n gulped down the pill.

"what?" y/n laughed. "we made up."

"nah, looks like you two made out." daryl snorted.

"shut up."

~ shokoy ☆

[electraslight]

used to be one of the rotten ones and i liked you for that

[meancatboy]

Penetration is a gender-neutral act. Topping is gender-neutral. Bottoming is gender-neutral. You are not more or less of a man or a woman depending on how you fuck. You are not “fake trans” for having sex a certain way. You are not any less masculine for bottoming or any less feminine for topping.

[playfully--sadistic]

Additionally, acting like being penetrated is an act of submission is deeply rooted in misogynistic, cisheteronormative ideas of sexual intercourse, as in "penetration is something that is done to women for the sexual gratification of the man, nothing more, therefore it is inherently degrading and feminine".

A cishet man getting pegged by his cishet girlfriend is not gay, he's not less of a man or submissive by default. A cishet man getting pegged by his cishet girlfriend can be sexually dominant and simply likes to be fucked in his ass - these two can co-exist. Yet, in the eyes of cishet society, a man that likes to have his ass played with, must enjoy it because it's "degrading" , not because it simply feels good.

That's why I so heavily preach about the difference between sub/dom/switch and bottom/top/vers. Penetration can be used to increase the feeling and severity of a power dynamic, but it doesn't create one. These two things are entirely separate from eachother, unless connected willingly.

[meancatboy]

you should reblog this version instead, actually

[shok-oy]

twd characters x male reader. headcanons. masterlist

✒️ ... prompt : their love language? pt. 2 [ the militia + the saviors edition ]

paul rovia (jesus)

- quality time

jesus knows you have your own place and your own role to play as a member of alexandria/hilltop; always helping out the people by rebuilding society, one seed at a time, one brick at a time while everyone else looked to overthrow the saviors from their seat of high power. it was one of the many things he adored about you, you were always looking past tomorrow, thinking of building a better future. but despite how busy you were, you always managed to make time for him, always organizing a date with him so you two could spend some quality time together to unwind and just be in each other's comforting presence, dreaming about the future you two would have.

ezekiel sutton

- words of affirmation & physical touch

ezekiel knows he was just being theatrical; naming himself king, walking around with a tiger at his beck and call, and calling his home a kingdom as if they lived in fantasy land and not in real life, where life and death mattered greatly. he often doubted himself on whether or not he was still doing the right thing, if he was still worth of leading the people of the kingdom, but you were his most loyal follower from the very moment he saved you and welcomed you into the kingdom. hearing reassuring words from you, and feeling the warmth of your skin on his as you hold his hand or hold him in your arms. he likes being the little spoon, especially on days where something bad went wrong, a soldier losing their life, or a plan not working out.

benjamin sutton

- words of affirmation

benjamin had a lot to live up to. he was ezekiel's successor, so a lot was riding on his shoulders. the fact that he was ezekiel's successor meant that he had to be stronger and wiser than ezekiel ever was. that's what he believed at least, which led to his growing anxiety that bothered him everytime he accompanied ezekiel outdoors. he could barely even hold a weapon, a gun, a bow, a spear; nothing ever worked out for him. but there was a silver lining; you. you were always there for him, encouraging him and telling him exactly the words he needed to hear. you were his strength, your words keep him hopeful, making him look forward to a better tomorrow.

negan smith

- physical touch

negan is a cold-hearted man, is what people like to believe; he has a bat named lucille, and his nuts are made of steel. but to you, he was gentle. his touches were possessive, but careful. but if you touched him, he would absolutely melt. he likes it when your hands are on him, massaging his forehead, rubbing imaginary circles on his chest, or holding his hands just to kiss his bruised knuckles after he gets into a fight with a disobedient group. having your skin on his just gives him a sense of normalcy in a crazy world where the dead ate the living.

dwight

- quality time

dwight likes working on his miniatures on the rare occasion he gets a break. him, alone with his miniatures helps him relax, but sometimes, you're there with him. dwight's the listening type, so you could just yap all about how your day went and dwight would be giving you that half-smile as he carved the details on his miniatures while listening to what you were saying.

simon

- physical touch & quality time

simon is negan's right hand man, which means, all the work negan doesn't bother doing, he dumps it all into simon, making him a very busy man. but you knew negan, and you always had your way with him whether he liked it or not and you'd demand negan to get his shit together and do his work so you and simon could spend some time together. you getting angry at negan was probably the hottest you've ever been in his eyes. fortunately, negan, while being very lenient towards you, was also very supportive of your relationship. after he gives simon the day off, you and simon are all over each other, making up for lost time.

~ shokoy ☆

[shok-oy]

minors dni [smut]. season 4. daryl dixon x male reader. masterlist

✒️ ... watchtower

a prison wasn't exactly what one would consider a home, but in a world where the dead eat the living, it was its own paradise. y/n was one of the people rick grimes brought into the prison from woodbury, he was one of the governor's soldiers, but he had adamantly refused to take part in the slaughter that the governor was planning, so he stayed behind in woodbury to protect those who were unable to fight. y/n became one of the prison's council members. rick and his peers thought it would be good for the people of woodbury to have a representative speak up for them in the council.

he was doing good work, but daryl, who was naturally distrustful of new people and wary around big crowds, didn't seem to like y/n all that much. he never cared enough to answer y/n properly, always grunting and huffing, he wouldn't face him, and when they were on a council meeting, he would catch daryl side-eyeing him from his seat.

finally, he had enough. he wanted what's best for him and the people of woodbury he hoped the two groups would adapt to each other better, but daryl seems to have other plans.

"daryl, do you not like having us around?" y/n asks daryl as they were together on watch one cold evening. "me and the people from woodbury, i mean."

"s'all right." daryl grunted, rolling his shoulder. "more people builds civilization."

the way daryl grunted as he rolls his shoulder in discomfort made y/n think; was his shoulder in pain? woodbury had a decent doctor, and he was brought to the prison as well. daryl could go to him if he needed help.

"is your shoulder alright?" y/n asks.

"m'fine." daryl huffed, making y/n chuckle.

"sure you are." y/n shook his head. "if you don't wanna see the doc, its fine, but sooner or later, you're gonna have to fix that up."

daryl doesn't say anything and y/n thinks he was too proud to admit he needed help. y/n chuckled.

"hey, uh... i used to be a licensed physiotherapist, so i could help you out if you want?" y/n offers kindly, trying to benice to the gruff man.

the bowman looks him up and down through his oily hair. he doesn't find a trace of malice in y/n's eyes when he briefly caught sight of him. he grunted, turning around and facing away from y/n. he sighed, thinking daryl had rejected his kind offer, but daryl looks at him over his shoulder.

"what're you waitin' around for?" daryl motions to his shoulder.

y/n was surprised, but incredibly pleased. he smiles before putting his trained fingers on daryl's shoulder; he immediately feels his hard muscles, and he could practically feel the tension in his own muscles. he began to press lightly, being gentle with his touches. daryl grunted a little as y/n massaged his aching shoulder. after a few circular motions on his shoulders using his fingers, daryl could sense y/n taking a deep breath.

in one single motion, y/n popped bck daryl's shoulder into place. surprised, daryl whipped around and grabbed y/n's wrist, not noticing how he was using his previously sore shoulder, which wasn't sore anymore, surprisingly. y/n stared at him, waiting in anticipation of what daryl was about to do.

"where'd you learn to do that?" daryl grunts.

"like i said; i was a licensed physiotherapist." y/n answers quietly.

to his surprise, daryl leans over him, their foreheads practically touching as daryl stares him down as if he were asserting his dominance. y/n felt small under daryl's gaze; he slowly got on his knees, maintaining eye contact with daryl, fearing that if he looked away right now, daryl would be gone. daryl watches him closely, but he doesn't make a move away or anything. y/n palms the growing tent in between the man's pants, and he subconsciously licks his lips.

"i could also... help you with other problems?" y/n offers with a smirk. daryl doesn't move or say anything, leading y/n to believe daryl was letting him have his way.

he slowly unzips the man's pants; daryl cocks his head to the side, still keeping his eyes trained on y/n. he pulls down daryl's pants and underwear, freeing the man's half-hard cock. it gently pressed aginst his lips, as if it was trying to invite itself inside. y/n smirks, wrapping his hand around it, he moves his hand up and down, feeling the thick and bulging veins on the sides of daryl's cock.

daryl doesn't say anything. y/n's eyes flutter shut and he opens his mouth, immediately engulfing daryl's cock with his plump lips until his nose was buried deep in daryl's pubes.

daryl's musty scent invades his notrils, and as daryl's cock prodded the back of his throat, he could barely breathe. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and daryl's fingers run through y/n's hair as he sucks in a breath. he withdraws his hips as his fingers tighten their grip on y/n's h/c hair. y/n squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself as daryl thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock in y/n's mouth. he was careful not to let his teeth graze the man's cock. his tongue dragged all over daryl's dick, lathering him up with saliva before daryl withdraws his cock again before thrusting in.

daryl bit his lip as he builds a steady pace. his hips continued moving as y/n could do nothing but accept him. as daryl mercilessly abuses his mouth, his hands undid his own zipper and he brought out his rock-hard cock, leaking pre-cum at the tip. a moan struggles to escape him as he pumps his hand up and down his cock, smearing precum all over his hands and himself.

tears threatened to escape y/n's eyes. his throat felt like it was being violated with every thrust of daryl's hips. his now, rock-hard cock could reach the very back of y/n's throat with ease.

"fffucck...." daryl groaned lowly. he looks down, seeing the utterly fucked out look on y/n's face. he smirks as he sees the man beneath him, pleasuring himself. with one hand on his cock, viciously pumping up and down, trying to match daryl's pace so they could cum together, while his other hand was thrusting three fingers into his hole, and he imagined it was daryl's cock instead, messing up his insides.

"damn," daryl smirked, his pace growing quicker as he could feel his release incoming. "you like that, huh? like bein' used like a fuckin' doll cuz 'its what you are."

y/n barely registers the words daryl said, he could only nod his head as best as he could as his mouth continued to pour choked and strangled moans.

" fuck!" daryl cusses, feeling his release being built up to the edge. "yer gonna take it all, huh... won't'cha, dollface?" daryl continues his merciless pace, ignoring how pretty tears fell from y/n's eyes as he could practically feel the air being punched out of him.

daryl groaned, tugging on y/n's hair and burying himself deep into his throat. his cock spurted out strings of cum down his throat before he thrusts in and out again, riding out his high. y/n's hand released his hold hold on his cock as it continuously spurted out strings of hot cum, spilling onto the floor.

when daryl was finally spent, he finally removed his cock from y/n's mouth. with one hand, he holds his jaw, tilting it upwards so he could look up at him. he gulped down what was left of his cum on his mouth before opening wide, showing daryl that he had swallowed it all.

"heh," daryl chuckled. "good boy."

~ shokoy ☆

[shok-oy]

twd characters x male reader. headcanons. masterlist

✒️ ... prompt : their love language/s pt. 1 [ alexandria editon ]

rick grimes

- acts of service & physical touch

the man is always exhausted after a day's worth of putting out fires around the community, solving everyone's problems little by little, and slowly shaping the people of alexandria into a strong community. all he wants to do after a long day is rest, usually on the couch. that's where you come in; help him out of his boots, give him a nice pillow to rest his head on, he'll lay on your lap later and let you feed him. sometimes he'll talk; complain about how his day went, sometimes he'll just be quiet, enjoying your presence. if you run your fingers through his hair or massage his chest, watch as he just melts away, he becomes absolute putty in your hands.

carl grimes

- quality time

ever since the group arrived in alexandria, carl was sort of... left to his own devices. you and him both. while his father encouraged everyone to explore, meet the members of alexandria, you and carl would often sneak out past the wall and venture into the forest where you two would stay until the sun begins to set, reading comics from cover to cover, twice. carl often enjoys the silence, choosing to simply bask in your presence, but he wouldn't mind if you yapped his ear off. he just likes spending time with you, knowing that you were safe and happy and the two of you could just be happy together.

glenn rhee

- gift giving & words of affirmation

glenn knows what you like; even if you had only mentioned it once a long time ago, glenn would remember it for years to come. everytime he'd go out on a run, he always made sure to bring back something for you; a trinket, an accessory, anything that reminded him of you. "i thought you'd like it." is what glenn would always say. he was always right. glenn is an optimist through and through,but there are times when he'd think negative thoughts, wondering what could go wrong, pondering on people who could get hurt, and whatnot, but he always bounces back easily as soon as you talk to him. you're the person he trusts most in the world, and if you tell him things will be alright, that he's the strongest man you know, he'll believe you.

daryl dixon

- quality time

daryl isn't very expressive or clingy, but of all things, he enjoys the time he spends alone with you. just knowing that you're by his side, you have his back and he has yours, is enough for him. he enjoys a quiet stroll through the forest or a ride on his motorbike with no particular destination in mind, just you and him on his bike on the open road is enough to fulfill him.

abraham ford

- physical touch

abraham can easily go off the rails, lashing out on everyone around him when he's pissed off, but one touch from you, and he's like a tamed dog. a good slap to the face from you easily snaps him out it (if someone else would do this, he'd get even more pissed off). he likes holding you in his arms, and he absolutely adores it when you're just drawing invisible patterns on his skin with your fingertips. he likes having you close, always having an arm around your shoulders or your waist, and he would absolutely adore it if you lean your head on his chest or on his shoulder; it makes him feel powerful, and needed.

ron anderson

- quality time & words of affirmation

ron hasn't had it easy. his father was an asshole to him, his brother, and his mother, but he couldn't do anything about it. what was a kid like him supposed to do against his father? thankfully, your untimely arrival on alexandria brought him a sense of comfort. he doesn't like staying at his house, it wasn't a home, but for him, you were his home. hearing reassuring words from you was enough to keep him going, but he kept his father's abuses from you for as long as he could. but when you found out, you gave him a piece of your mind, and when you tried to do the same to his father, ron stopped you. he feared his father would take him from you, so he would endure... just for you.

heath

- acts of service

heath likes to do things for you, he always tries goes above and beyond. the apocalypse may have limited how he showed his love and adoration for you, but trust me, heath would find a way. but heath always seems to malfunction when you're the one doing things for him. volunteering to drive, or to stay up for night watch, or carrying his heavy bag... sometimes, heath would pretend to struggle when carrying his things just so you would come over and help him. he would always enjoy the sight of you walking away with a heavy bag on your back while carrying two heavy boxes of supplies without so much as breaking a sweat.

aaron

- physical touch

aaron likes to stay close to you at all times. when out looking for survivors to bring back to alexandria, there was always danger lurking around in every corner. aaron would never admit it, but whenever he's scared, he likes to hold your hand. he says he does it so you two don't get separated... but then again, that is his biggest fear; getting separated from you forever. he's big on kisses too; and he absolutely loves it when you hold his face with your hands and plant kisses all over his face, especially after you shave his beard for him.

~ shokoy ☆

[shok-oy]

minors dni [smut]. paul rovia (jesus) x male reader. masterlist

✒️ ... scavenging

jesus was out scavenging, accompanied by his boyfriend, y/n. they found each other right from the start, and they've been together ever since. but only recently, did their relationship develop romantically. for them, they were more at home in the outdoors than they were back at the hilltop. their surroundings were mostly quiet, but they'd rather choose the snarls of a walker than the hushed whispers of the other survivors at hilltop.

a day of scavenging had gone by, and the two hadn't found anything or anyone worth bringing back to the hilltop, so they decided to stay at an abandoned store that was boarded up and relatively safe. the inside of the store was messed up, and everything that had any semblance of worth to their survival had already been taken.

nighttime; they'd try again in the morning.

but as they huddled close to each other for warmth, they pressed their lips together, then their bodies, hands wandering each other, as if they've been possessed. jesus was the first to pull away, and as y/n tried to chase after him, jesus stops him with a gentle smile before quickly removing his coat, then his shirt underneath. y/n smirked, proceeding to do the same. he tossed his sweater somewhere; he'll find it later, while his hips continued to grind into his partner's. he then works on unbuckling jesus' pants, his hands fished out his hard cock and he smirks, leaning into his partner for another kiss.

"fuck, you're so hard already." y/n groaned. he bit his lip, keeping his eyes trained on jesus'. the more he stared at that man's eyes, the more magnetic they seemed to him; they were filled with a desire, a certain passion that could seemingly, be satisfied only by y/n.

the bearded man moans breathlessly as y/n pumps his closed hand against his weeping cock. his hands find their way onto y/n's ass cheeks, and he grunted as he felt the fabric of his pants.

"want them off..." jesus tries to say in between kisses.

so y/n, with help from jesus' expert fingers, manages to remove his pants and underwear, leaving him naked before the eyes of his boyfriend. jesus marvels at his partner's body; he was built perfectly, albeit, he was a little malnourished as food has gotten a bit hard to come by recently, but he was perfect in his eyes. jesus sucks on his partner's smooth skin, but places gentle kisses on top of his scars. y/n moans, his hands getting tangled in jesus hair. when the man bites down hard on his collarbone, y/n subconsciously tugs hard on his partner's hair, eliciting a moan from him.

"fuck, fuck... paul... need you now.." y/n was the only one allowed to call him that, and hearing his name roll off perfectly from the man's tongue, he couldn't help but moan.

his dick was already leaking precum as he rubbed it against y/n's awaiting hole. y/n links his arms around behind jesus neck as he slowly guides his hips downward, his hole easily devouring his partner's cock with one, smooth movement. he moans loudly, forgetting about the possibility of being heard for just a moment. jesus quickly shuts his mouth with a kiss, devouring every filthy sound coming from y/n's mouth with his own. y/n grinds his hips, feeling nothing but pleasure and anticipation.

jesus has a reassuring grip on his hips. "are you okay?" he asks his partner before placing a kiss on his forehead.

y/n groaned, nodding his head eagerly. he raises his hips, determined, but when he had lowered his hips again, he couldn't help the filthy, choked moan that came out of his lips.

"oh fuck- nghh... paul... 's good, hahhh.." y/n, drunk on pleasure, raised his hips again before slamming them down, grinding against jesus' pelvis. he moans loudly, gradually building a satisfying pace for both of them. jesus' hands remained tight on his waist as he guides y/n's movements. he watches as y/n's dick, leaked precum, flopping around with his movements, watches as y/n raises his hips and slams it back down, watches intently as the sweat glistened off his partner's perfect body, the moonlight from the window, casting an ethereal glow over him.

"you're so beautiful... y/n." jesus moans, hands massaging y/n's waist.

"fuck- paul, fuck me harder...!" y/n groaned, demanding his partner.

jesus tightens his grip on his partner's waist before pushing him to lay on his back, gaining full control over his movements. his hips thrusted hard and deep, the tip of his cock reaching places his fingers could never.

"harder...! god, please, fuck me harder!" y/n sobs, gripping jesus' bicep so hard, his nails had drawn crimson crescents over the man's skin.

encouraged by his partner's words, jesus thrusted in and out, faster, harder, at an unrelenting pace, all semblance of gentleness or consideration for his partner was now thrown out the window as he chased after his pleasure.

"paul- hahhh ... w-wait-!!" y/n tried to grab his partner's attention.

"come on babe, this is what you wanted." jesus smirks, leaning down. "don't start pushing me away now."

he presses his body close to his partner's and kisses him deeply, his tongue pushing past y/n's teeth. he quickly opened his mouth, allowing his partner to invade his insides. a deep moan tries to escape his throat, but with every harsh jerk of jesus' hips, and his lips on y/n's there was no way he was using his voice anytime soon. y/n squeezed his eyes shut, fingernails clawing at jesus' back as he continued thrusting his hips forward at an unrelenting pace.

"c-cumming... paul.. fuck-!" y/n bit his partner's lip, accidentally drawing blood.

but he was far too fucked out to even care. jesus could feel his climax approaching; his hips finally stalled as he buried himself balls-deep into y/n's asshole, unloading heaps of cum into y/n's hole while his partner came all over his abdomen. jesus took a deep breath, resting his forehead against y/n's as they both breathed in and out to catch their breath. y/n's lips broke out into a smile, and as if it was contagious, jesus smiled as well, the two men laughing heartily as they laid beside each other. jesus stared at his partner's faceas the man calms down.

"what? something on my face?" y/n laughs.

"nothing." jesus places a kiss on his partner's lips. "you're breathtaking."

~ shokoy ☆

[shok-oy]

november. 05, 2024

male-aligned blog, where i dump all of my writing stuff that i write when i'm bored. (idk how to start this sorry)

will write for the walking dead male characters, and i'm still thinking if i should open requests or not. anyways, that's all, hope whoever finds this blog gets to enjoy it as much as i would.

~ shokoy ☆