What are your thoughts on fabian and riz's friendship dynamic? I love them sm :')
oh man they’re so fun
Fabian does consider Riz to be his best friend but isn’t as good at articulating that as all his other friends are so he doesn’t really say it. But the rare occasions he does mean a lot to Riz.
As much as the Hangman openly hates when Riz rides on him, I think Fabian goes out of his way to drive past Riz’s office on the way to school and gives himself enough time to go in and drag Riz out if he sees the light is still on. Because he knows Riz hates missing school despite how close he comes to it almost daily.
Since everything that happened on Leviathan, Riz will most often attack an enemy that Fabian is in melee with. He’s still dealing with the guilt of not being there to help Fabian when he needed help the most so he unconsciously (or consciously, I’m not sure) attempts to do that every chance he gets.
They do still use the chat that’s just them and Gorgug that they made for the first time in Boys’ Night. Mostly it’s Fabian saying “Riz could you please explain to me what the fuck Adaine is talking about when you get a chance. I stopped listening for a second and now I’m baffled.” But they do have an insane meme “competition” going where they will send memes (usually edited to be about their specific situations) back and forth and whichever ones Gorgug interacts with are winners. Gorgug is unaware of this rule.
- Caelus is the ler mainly, his mission to make Dan Heng smile and laugh as much as possible
- Dan Heng is scary when he gets revenge though, honestly he’s very good at teasing
- Dan Heng’s horns and tail come out when he’s all relaxed around Caelus and they are very ticklish 👀
- Dan’s ears are also horribly ticklish
- Those weird straps of Caelus’ outfit? 100% used to Dan Heng’s advantage when he needs to get his revenge. Tightening the straps and getting Caelus’ arms stuck by ‘accident’ hehe
- Caelus is weak to sleepy tickles 🥰
- Dan Heng could also use his tail (when Caelus is not tickling it) to wrap him up and get his revenge too
- Ticklish kisses for both of them, Dan on his back and Caelus on his stomach 🥺 Especially if they are both tired they will just lay in bed together and smoochy smooch 😗 and then start to give ticklish kisses then have a sleepy tickle fight hehe
- Also I’m personally waiting for the day Caelus gets the option to go lightning so he can zap Dan Heng hehehe 😈
oooooh okay so, can you do a smutty headcannon of like make up sex after an argument with the guys?
Of course! Anything for a fellow Danny girl 🤭
I tried to include a variety of arguments/makeups..so hopefully this is what you wanted 😅
😤 Smutty stuff below, so 18+ only 😤
WARNINGS: begging, oral(f receiving), a bit of praise, a bit of degradation, some crying, some cum play if you squint, daddy kink if you squint, oral(m receiving), and mentions of gagging/choking/drooling. If I missed any, I’m so sorry! 🫶🏻 also this is mostly unedited, so ignore any typos pleaseeee!
Josh:
“I’m so tired of everyone taking his side! It’s just as much my band as it is his,” he spat the words at you with venomous ire. You hadn’t intended to take Jake’s side when you mentioned that the riff sounded fine to you. The perfectionist in your sweet Joshy took over on recording days, and you knew better than to let yourself get dragged in…usually.
“Josh, I—I’ll see you at home,” you shot back, not willing to apologize when you did nothing wrong. He glared at you before crossing his arms and turning away. Fine. You gathered your things and drove home steaming mad.
A few hours passed, and you heard the front door ease open. “Baby?” He called out softly. You sat quietly, still upset with him for his outburst. His footsteps closed in before the bedroom door swung open slowly. “There you are,” he grinned, raking his fingers through his curls nervously. You raised an eyebrow at him and held a straight face before turning your attention back to the book in your lap. “I’m so sorry,” he nearly whispered, but you heard his voice crack.
“Yeah?” You asked, playing dumb and barely looking up at him as he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, climbing from the foot up towards you.
“Yes, baby…so…so..sorry,” he crooned, punctuating each word with a kiss as he trailed a line up your leg from your ankle to your knee. A smile twitched at the corner of your mouth. “Let me make it up to you?” He asked cautiously, inching higher and higher up your thighs.
“Hmmm,” you placed your finger on your chin as if you were deep in thought. “I dunno…I think I wanna hear some begging,” you smirked down at him playfully and he raised his eyebrows.
“For your forgiveness or to taste your sweet pussy?” He replied teasingly with a lazy smile oozing with confidence.
That look alone made your heart rate quicken, but you steadied yourself, putting on a bored facade and turning your attention back to your book. “You should be groveling at my feet right now, Joshua,” you said plainly.
“Oh, baby, you know I worship you. I’ll kiss the ground you walk on, if only to make you happy,” he purred, nipping at your inner thigh.
“Well, let’s hear it then,” you replied breathily. He looked up at you through his long, dark lashes and his eyes darkened a shade.
“Please, please, pleeeease,” he whined, crawling up your torso and kissing every inch of exposed skin that he encountered on the way. When he finally made it up to your neck, he sucked a spot below your ear, swirling his tongue across the red mark he left behind. “Please let me bury my face,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, “in this perfect little cunt and make you cum on my lips,” he finished with a growl. You let out a low hum of approval, and he kissed his way back down your body, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties and gently tugging them down. You reached down, tangling your fingers in his curls and guiding his face exactly where you needed him. He hummed against your slick before easing his tongue between your folds, rubbing your clit with his nose as he leisurely lapped at you, taking his time to savor you completely. Your hips bucked as he drug his flattened tongue from your slit up to your bundle of nerves, making you squirm beneath him. You clamped your thighs around his face, unable to hold in the moan that tore through you as he slid a finger into your core. He curled and uncurled his finger slowly, beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, cum pretty for me, baby,” he cooed as he worked you. You noticed the subtle movement of him rutting against the bed, and your breath hitched. Your moans got louder as the knot in your tummy coiled tighter and tighter, until you finally came undone. His eyes rolled back as you soaked his face with your release. Once he was sure you had rode it out, he pulled away with a proud look on his face as he crawled up your torso once more. “Forgive me, yet?” He leaned in and kissed your lips, pushing his tongue between them so you could taste yourself.
“I think I could use a little more persuasion,” you teased. His smile widened as he pulled away and hurriedly stripped off his clothes.
“Oh I’ll give you more,” he said haughtily, and you giggled as he eagerly climbed on top of you.
Jake:
Jake had never been what you would consider punctual, but it wasn’t like him to not at least text you and let you know when and why he’d be late. You checked your phone once more and loosed a sigh. 30 minutes was long enough, so you called over the waiter, paid your bill, tipped generously, and left.
Once you were home, you thought about calling to tell him off, but dismissed the idea, opting to take a long shower instead. As you let the warm water wash over you, your mind started to wander. Suddenly, you realized just how disappointed you were. The lack of consideration from Jake made your heart ache, even if it wasn’t like him to let you down like that. You weren’t sure when the tears started, but rushed to wipe them away when you heard the front door open.
“Baby, can I come in?” He asked tentatively from right outside the bathroom door. You hesitated, still wiping away your tears and hoping the shower disguised the redness and puffiness of your eyes.
“Yeah,” you sighed. He stepped inside silently and the shower door slid open at a snails pace, as if he was unsure of what to say. He looked distraught and regretful standing there offering you a feeble smile.
“I am so so sorry, love. I was at the studio and I guess the time got away from me,” he admitted timidly. It was like the levee holding back your tears broke once more. The stinging pain at the back of your throat had you choking back your muted sobs. “Hey, heyyy, please don’t cry,” he pleaded in a hushed tone. You shook your head, unable to even look at him right now. He quickly peeled off his clothes, carelessly piling them in the corner before stepping into the shower with you and wrapping you in his arms. He tried to soothe you by gently patting your back and making soft shh sounds like you would for a baby.
Once you were able to speak, you said, “You know, I’m not even mad, Jake.” He nodded, grateful that you weren’t angry, but clearly still concerned. “I-I just missed you,” your voice cracked, and Jake pulled you closer, diligently kissing away your tears.
“I know, baby, I know,” he reassured you, kissing your forehead as he held you tight. “I’m so sorry, but I’m here now,” he affirmed softly and you sighed, letting what was left of your barriers crumble. You looked up at him for a moment, admiring how warm his eyes appeared when they were looking at you, how his wet hair started to curl in strands around his face, and how pillowy soft his lips looked—especially when he licked them. You leaned forward, placing your palm against his sun kissed cheek and pressed your lips to his, parting yours slightly as the kiss deepened. Your tongue advanced, finding his and engaging in a intricate dance that had you feeling lightheaded. He hooked his hand under your knee, lifting it up to his hip and carefully pinning your back against the wall. He paused briefly, his stiff cock already nudging at your entrance. “Can I—” he began to ask for permission, but you interrupted him with an impatient nod as you rocked your hips forward, eliciting a breathy gasp from him as he slipped in to your core. His eyes rolled back as he bottomed out, filling and stretching your cunt in an intoxicating way
“Jake,” you moaned his name softly as he fucked you steadily, taking his time to hit all your hidden places with every thrust. Your skin prickled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a line of wet kisses across your collarbone. Your back was flush against the cool tile, which was a stark contrast to the hot water raining down on to the two of you. “Please don’t stop,” you whined, desperately digging your nails into the meat of his ass as you tried to coax him deeper. Your whole body shuddered when your orgasm exploded out of you, making your legs tremble so much that Jake had to steady you.
“Fuck,” he murmured as his thrusts started to falter slightly. Every time he felt you clench around him, he had to bite back another moan to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. He was determined to watch as you rode out your high, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he bottomed out. You moaned his name breathily, and that sent him careening over the edge he had been teetering on. He growled as his twitching cock spilled inside you, dripping down your thigh after he unsheathed. “Tomorrow, I’ll make it up to you… I promise we’ll spend the whole day together,” he managed as he caught his breath. “We can go to that one place you love…or we can do whatever you want,” he smiled down at you sweetly and you felt your cheeks flush.
“That sounds really nice…but I just want you,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again, sucking his lower lip between your teeth and tugging gently. He smiled into the kiss, letting out a low rumble of a laugh as he reached back to shut off the water.
“I think I can work with that,” he purred, smirking as he slid open the shower door before abruptly scooping you up into his arms bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom. You squealed his name as you bubbled with laughter. He smacked your ass playfully before kicking the bedroom door shut behind you.
Danny:
“I told you not to book it for this fucking early,” he groaned as the Uber pulled in to the airport drop off zone.
“I don’t want to hear it, Daniel. This early would have been fine if you had gone to bed at a reasonable time like I told you to,” you spat back, grabbing your own bag from the back before he could even offer to get it for you. When you finally made it to the flight check in desk, you were told not that you were too late, which was not surprising. You managed a smile and a gracious thank you when the nice worker offered the two of you upgraded seats on the next flight. All you had to do was hang out for another couple of hours.
“Wow, it’s almost like we should have just booked the later flight to begin with,” Danny said sarcastically as he followed you towards the waiting area. You shot him a menacing look before turning to face forwards again.
“You just aren’t capable of admitting when you’re wrong, are you?” You asked with an exasperated sigh as you found a seat in the corner by a phone charger.
“I can admit that I’m wrong…I just never am,” he replied with a devilish smirk. You cringed and jerked your leg away when he placed his large hand on your knee and squeezed gently. Like hell you’d let him touch you right now. At this rate you weren’t sure you’d let him touch you ever again, you thought to yourself before pulling your AirPods out of your bag and carefully nestling them into your ears. You cycled through a few songs before finally designing to turn on the true crime podcast you friend had been begging you to listen to for months. You ignored him the rest of the time you spent waiting, finishing nearly 3 episodes before it was time to board. Once you were on the plane, you spitefully made sure to sit in the window seat. You expected to hear him complain, but weren’t bothered that he remained quiet. You put your headphones back in and fell asleep listening to music, waking up as the plane stuck the landing in the next city.
Danny picked up the rental car as you tracked down your baggage, and you rode in silence to the hotel. He dropped you off by the door, and you went to check in while he found a parking space. You handed him a key card and headed towards the elevator without explanation. He could grab the bags or you’d just worry about your suitcase tomorrow since all your immediate necessities were in your carry on. You unlocked the door to your room, loosing a sigh of relief knowing that the day was nearly over. You always hated travel days.. You sat down on the edge of the bed, clicking through the channels on the small tv until the door swung open again. Danny walked in and carelessly tossed the bags on to the extra bed with a drawn out sigh. You bit back a snarky remark, pretending that you hadn’t seen him treat your luggage so roughly. You watched as he strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. You averted your eyes as he undressed and stepped in, busying yourself with unpacking your toiletries bag.
After a few moments, he walked back out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips. “You ready to lose that attitude yet?” He asked casually, as he walked past you towards the bedroom area. You pretended to not hear him, taking the time to carefully unpack all of your skincare supplies to prepare for your nighttime routine. You didn’t hear him sneak back across the room, but you felt his calloused hands settle on your hips. You glanced up into the reflection of the mirror and audibly groaned when you saw his smirking face behind you. “I bet I know what would help,” he said suavely, leaning in to kiss and nip at your neck playfully. You hated how unfair this felt because he knew how much you loved being kissed there. You took a deep, steadying breath and decided that two could play that game.
“Yeah, what’s that?” You asked, trying to play dumb, but not doing a good job at masking the tension in your tone. Before he even had a chance to answer, you spun around abruptly to face him, digging your pointer finger into his chest as you pushed him away. “You gonna fix me with your big. magic. cock. daddy?” You said as sarcastically as you could muster, making sure to put a whine in your voice for the ‘daddy’ bit. A look of shock spread across his face, filling you with pride until the look transformed into lustful curiosity. He smiled slightly, exuding arrogance as he looked down his nose at you.
“Why are you always such a fucking brat?” He asked in a dramatically frustrated tone. He sighed loudly, like an exhausted parent as if he didn’t know what to do with you and was already tired of your shenanigans. You glanced down, surging with pride when you noticed the tent he was pitching in his pants revealing how he really felt.
“Because you drive me insane!” You shot back, playing into the drama even more by crossing your arms again and giving him your best scowl.
“Well..ditto, you mouthy bitch,” he replied so plainly that you were caught off guard. Your mouth fell open in genuine shock because as far as you knew, he’d never called you a bitch before—at least not to your face. You expected to be angry, and he probably expected you to be, too…but you strangely didn’t hate it. You still swatted at him, trying to push him away—or pretending to try anyway. Without another word, he pursed his lips and dodged your hands, bending down, gripping right above your knees and throwing you over his shoulder as he stood up in one fluid motion. You writhed and kicked, smacking his shoulder and back as you tried and failed to free yourself. He shook his head and shook with quiet laughter.
“I fucking hate you,” you ground out as he easily carried you across the room. You were honestly annoyed at how aroused you were right now, and you were even more annoyed when laughter bubbled out of you as he tossed you onto the bed. You scooted towards the headboard until you could lie back with your head on the pillows and watch him crawl up your body tauntingly slow. He used one hand to grip the waistband of your panties and yank them hard, causing the fabric to rip and fall away like tissue paper. You took a deep breath, turning your face away from him again. His breath coated your neck as he peppered kisses across the hollow of your throat, inhaling deeply before sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder just enough to wring a gasp from you and leave a faint indentation behind. You didn’t see him toss his towel, but you heard the smack of the wet material landing on the tile floor near the door.
“I hate you, too,” he whispered against the shell of your ear between kisses that trailed from your jaw down to your collarbone. Your heart raced when he used his knees to gently spread your legs open wider so he could settle between them. His index finger skated up slowly from your knee, pausing just before it found the wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. “Maybe I should fuck you like I hate you?” He mused lazily, trailing his finger up higher until he could feel the heat radiating from your core, then coming to a stop. “Maybe I should just fuck you right into the mattress so hard and deep that the headboard thumping wakes the neighbors?” He sounded amused, and you had to admit that it was a tempting offer, even if you were still annoyed with him and his antics. You tried to ignore the thought along with the dull, throbbing ache that you felt between your thighs.
“Do it then,” you challenged, jutting out your jaw and quirking an eyebrow defiantly. Without warning, he suddenly had your wrists pinned above your head with one hand while the other delicately traced the curve of your cheek. You held your breath as the tip of his cock prodded at your entrance. He paused, smirking down at you as he thrusted forward, slipping in to the hilt with a small gasp as you stretched around him.
“Fuck,” was all he could manage with his cock still buried so deep inside you. He slowly pulled out before slamming back in, over and over. The lewd sound of his skin colliding with yours filled the room. You were already sweaty and panting by the time he had started absolutely railing you into the bed, pounding into you with vicious snaps of his hips. You hadn’t noticed how quiet you had gotten until he whined, “Let it out, wanna hear you say my name…please.” The tinge of desperation urged you to cry out, whining and writhing beneath him as you dug your nails into his back, pulling him as deep as he could possibly go. Something had snapped within you, and a tidal wave of pleasure rushed over you. You nearly blacked out from the intensity, getting lost in the haze of wave after wave cresting and washing over you as he deftly fucked you through it. His name fell from your lips, causing his thrusts to become more and more erratic until you felt his body shudder as he threw his head back, moaning as he pulled out at the last second and painted your heat with his cum. He carefully reached between you, trailing his finger through the mess before bringing it to your lips. You felt delightfully naughty when you took his finger into your mouth, sucking it clean and releasing it with a pop. He smiled down at you lovingly, looking as flushed and fucked out as you felt, before hopping out of bed. You watched his cute butt jiggle as he walked away, returning quickly with his half hard cock still weeping as it bobbed through the air. He cleaned you up with a damp hand towel and tossed it to the floor before plopping down beside you with a content sigh. You curled around him and laid your head against his chest, listening as his pounding heart settled and slowed. Apologies could be shared later…for now you wanted to catch your breath and snuggle up next to the beautiful asshole beside you.
Sammy:
You made a note to turn off the auto play feature on your favorite streaming service once you realized what had happened. You debated lying and pretending you hadn’t already seen the next episode of the show you had been watching with Sammy, but you weren’t very good at dishonesty and he was way too clever not to catch on. Defeated, you decided to tell him when he got home, but you hadn’t expected him to be this upset.
After you told him, you watched as a range of emotion flooded out of. He went from confused to angry then sad before finally landing on whatever this was. It felt like a weird mixture of disappointment and surprise, and you hated yourself for being the cause. You watched as he loosed a sigh, wiggling free from his clothes and climbing into bed quietly. He settled into his usual spot, scrolling through his phone much quieter than normal. You had apologized profusely and sincerely; you had even promised that it would never happen again, but it clearly wasn’t enough to fix him. You eased into your spot beside him, not quite daring to get comfortable while you waited for something—anything to happen. After a few moments, you announced, “Sam, I don’t know how else to apologize.” You hadn’t intended to sound annoyed, but it unfortunately came out that way..
“It’s fine!” He lied, and a frustrated sigh escaped you, which pulled his attention towards you. He frowned as he said, “I guess I just thought it was something we did together, but it’s fine.” You knew it was a lie, but your heart broke because he didn’t even sound mad anymore. You rolled over to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow and flashing him a mischievous smile. He looked apprehensive, but smiled weakly anyway.
“What if I told you that I might know a way to maybe make it up to you?” You asked slyly, hoping he’d catch the hint as you snaked your hand under the blanket and let it rest on his lower tummy. He smiled weakly and shrugged. You let your hand wander further south until you reached his cock. He turned his hips away, dodging your touch entirely. “Sammy, please let me show you how sorry I am,” you whined, sticking your lower lip out in a pout while fluttering your eyelashes up at him. He rolled his eyes and sighed, but you noticed the faint twitch of the corner of his mouth. You took that as a yes and slid down his torso, pulling the covers up over your head before taking his cock in your hand and licking a stripe up the underside of it from base to tip. The tension in his body melted away, so you continued, taking his length into your mouth and taking immense pleasure from the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth. You delicately tongued the slit at the tip of his cock, using a smooth swirling motion before releasing the head with a pop. He stifled a moan, and you noticed the muscles in his abdomen flutter and twitch. You started to bob your head rhythmically, making sure to occasionally take him deeper down your throat. He lifted the blanket to watch you, reaching down with one hand to form a makeshift ponytail for you. You’d gag and choke, taking him as deep as you could and trying to ignore the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as the drool began dribbling down your chin. You used gathered it carefully with two fingers before carefully maneuvering your hand so you could gently massage his back door. He jumped at the new sensation, but easily accepted it and even moaning for you once he realized you weren’t pushing for more.
“Th-that feels good,” he stuttered as his hips bucked involuntarily, blinking every time he hit the back of your throat. You hummed as you traced small circles with your finger around his entrance, mimicking the circles your tongue was making around his sensitive tip. “Y/n,” he groaned in pleasure tensing all the muscles in his abdomen and training his eyes on you got dangerously close to the precipice of his own orgasm. “G-gonna cum,” he admitted breathily. You swallowed hard, milking his cock with your throat muscles and propelling him over the edge. You appreciated that he always warned you before he came, but you loved the look of amazement and adoration on his face when you made him spill down the back of your throat. When you pulled away, you licked your lips and he used his thumb to wipe the drool off your chin, before leaning in to kiss you passionately, slipping his tongue into your mouth and undoubtedly tasting himself there. You managed to fight the urge to climb on top of him, but you couldn’t contain the moan that rumbled out of you and into the kiss.
After begrudgingly pulling away with a sigh, you kissed the tip of his nose and giggled when he gave you a lazy smile. “If you want to go ahead and start the show, I’ll make us a pitcher of margaritas and some snacks,” you offered as sweetly as you could, hoping he wasn’t upset still. “I already selected the episode you missed,” you amended carefully.
He nodded and leaned in for one more sweet kiss, softly whispering, “I love you, y/n,” before pulling away and flashing you a goofy grin. You hurried off to the kitchen, making sure to return as quickly as possible so you could watch the show with him this time.
could i get a hc'ed ship sprite edit of aradia leijon (aradiaways. long messy wavy hair with bangs, freckles, scraped up knees) <3 terezi captor (tereziways. straight jaw length hair, wore more of a grunge style like a flannel over her t shirt & ripped up jeans, had the shape of her glasses but one side was hot pink and one was neon green) thank u <3
Request: Hay, I recently became active on your blog; And I love it so much already!? Your work for Rick? 😤 It’s damn fine! We need more for him,,I was wondering if I could get something for Rick where Reader and him are on a run and Reader feels frisky? Lust comes over the two and they make out, getting each other off? Basically they’re having a quickie on a run? Because the adrenaline is pumping if you get my gist... @positive-squid
Warnings: Smut. Profanity. Sexual content.
Rick could tell that something was off with you.
You weren’t acting badly or mean or anything.
But you seemed...antsy.
At first, he assumed that you were getting a little stir crazy.
Things in Alexandria had been good for a while, and mostly everyone had been sticking around trying to improve camp.
Even though Alexandria was extensive, he could understand how someone could still feel a bit caged in.
So he suggested that you accompany him on a run.
The two of you were close friends, so he didn’t see any issue with it.
He almost felt bad at how excited you got over it.
Rick figured that the group could always use more resources, so he didn’t feel as if this run was just for killing time.
You were bubbly as you slid into the passenger seat, positively stoked to be getting out for a bit.
Rick knew of a few places that needed to be scouted, so at least the two of you could get a day’s work out of this run.
It started as business as usual.
The two of you chatted as you scrounged for food or whatever else you could possibly use.
“Does Carl still need a pair of bigger boots? I think I just found a pair.”
“Sure, thanks. Do you think that Daryl would use this hairbrush?”
“Very funny.”
It was a pretty textbook run. The two of you chatted while you looked for things, throwing anything and everything even semi-useful into your backpacks.
Not to mention...it was brutally hot.
While it was a bit difficult to really ever truly know what day it was...
It was always unmistakable when summer had come back around.
The days were blistering hot and even the evenings were sticky and warm.
Sweat dripped down your back as you navigated the abandoned building that was somehow trapping more heat that you would’ve anticipated.
You had glanced over at Rick at one point to check on him, when you saw that he was having the same problem.
Sweat beaded around his forehead, some of it sliding down his face and neck.
He glistened in the daylight, his hard work being proven through his perspiration.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
It was the strangest feeling to be so drawn into him.
Sure, you had always found him attractive. It was hard to deny.
But you hadn’t really ever had a chance to just...look at him.
You eyed over his hands and arms as they moved stuff around.
His muscles flexed and relaxed in the most captivating way.
The veins in his hands and forearms were prevalent from both the heat and all the strenuous movement.
His dark curls were damp with sweat, yet he still looked so clean.
Your sights diverted to his hips, watching the way his legs moved in such a calculated way.
All kinds of dirty thoughts plagued your mind.
The thought of his hands around your throat.
His fingers in your mouth,
His cock buried somewhere deep inside of you.
He looked perfect.
A little too perfect.
It didn’t take him long to catch your stare, a confused smile as a quirked brow appearing on his features.
“Something wrong?”
You snapped out of your trance, embarrassed that he had just caught you staring.
“Nope!” You had squeaked, “All good here.”
He brushed it off, thinking you were tired from the day’s work.
It wasn’t until you were loading up the vehicle with all of your found resources that he noticed it again.
He noticed the way your eyes followed his every move.
The way you were listening extra closely when he spoke.
Something was on your mind, but he just didn’t expect that he was on your mind.
The two of you climbed into the truck, him in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger’s seat.
But he didn’t start the truck.
Instead he looked over at you, catching your bashful gaze.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Rick asked, this time a little more determined to figure it out.
You refused to admit to him that you had been pining over him for the last hour and a half.
Deny, deny, deny.
“Oh, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”
Rick wasn’t buying it.
He wasn’t buying that at all.
“You know, if something is bothering you, you can tell me. I don’t want you to be unhappy if it’s something I can fix.”
Oh, it was definitely something he could fix alright.
But still, there was no way that you were telling him that.
“I really am fine, Rick. Honestly.”
He still wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t want to push you.
He started the truck, thinking that he’d get through to you sooner or later.
The ride was quiet, both of you too caught up in your own thoughts to say much of anything.
You had tried to push your dirty thoughts aside, trying your hardest to control your feelings towards him.
But the way he looked in the late afternoon sun filtering in through the windows, mixed with the way he kept throwing side glances at you...you couldn’t.
“Pull over.”
“What?”
“Pull over, please.”
Rick obliged, worried that something was wrong.
He barely even managed to get the truck in park before you crawled over the center console into his lap.
He didn’t even have time to be stunned, because your lips crashed into his before he could speak.
It surprised you, but Rick didn’t really question it.
He kissed back with the same energy, fiery and passionately desperate.
His hand came to the back of your neck, keeping you close and allowing your lips to hover over his when you pulled back for air.
He could feel the heat pooling between your legs through his pants, and he knew it wasn’t from the summer heat.
“I never knew you felt so strongly about me.” Rick had chuckled, already breathless from the heavy kissing.
He groaned when you dragged your clothed cunt over his thigh while you worked on getting his pants unbuckled.
He caught you in another kiss while you stroked his cock to an erection, his spine shuddering at the feeling of you touching him like this.
You praised yourself for deciding to wear shorts, getting them off with your free hand and with ease.
You knew you had limited space, since you weren’t too keen on doing this outside of the truck.
Not that you minded being in close quarters with Rick.
This was going to be a quick fuck.
You knew that this was the scratch the itch and the address the tension that had been building for a while.
Rick didn’t seem to mind that.
His fingers dragged through your folds, collecting your arousal as he rubbed the pads of his fingers on your clit.
You moaned at the feeling, the waves of pleasure already beginning and he hadn’t even gotten inside of you yet.
“You were really happy to be with me, huh?” Rick teased, spitting into his hand and lubricating himself just to be sure he didn’t hurt you.
Before you could respond, your hips were lifted by his hands and he slammed you down onto his cock to the point where your hip bones touched his.
A synchronized moan fell from your and Rick’s mouths, both of your head lulling back in ecstasy.
Rick wasn’t even moving yet and he was already stretching and filling you perfectly.
Suddenly, Rick was taking charge, which only added to your arousal.
He gave you a second to adjust to his size, letting you wriggle in his lap until you found an angle that was comfortable.
His hand tapped the side of your leg, prompting you to start moving.
You rotated between bouncing on his lap and rolling your hips, making sure that the satisfaction went both ways.
It was intoxicatingly perfect.
The way he felt stretching you and hitting every bundle of nerves possible.
The hot kisses and the heavy touches were everything you had ever dreamed of with Rick.
Your bounces were met by his thrusts, hitting your g-spot in the most flawless way.
You knew it wasn’t going to take long to get off.
This had been building up for far too long for your climax to be drawn out.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Feel so good.” He babbled, cheeks flushed and pupils blown.
His head was reeling, and he wasn’t sure that he was totally comprehending what was happening right now.
All he knew is that he didn’t want this to be the first and only time.
His cock throbbed inside of you, his own release begging to be spilled out into you.
You felt the twitch, and that in and of itself is what caused your orgasm to break out all over you.
You came with a squeaky moan, your entire body tensing up around him as your head fell to his shoulder and your hands gripped the back of the seat.
He thrusted a couple more times before he came as well, his release spurting into you and milking his cock white as he groaned out your name.
Your bodies went limp, chests heaving with heavy breaths and post-coital sighs.
His hand rubbed up and down your back slowly, his cum leaking out of you and onto his bare thighs.
A few minutes of silence passed before you raised your head.
Your dilated eyes met his, and what you saw was pure lust and content.
Most importantly, you could see the anticipation through his eyes, all the way to his soul.
You weren’t sure why, but something in your gut told you that this wouldn’t be the last time that you fucked Rick Grimes.
Can we get some Kate head canons? Maybe about her past?
omg thank you so much for the request! <33
okay, so I'm gonna share a silly headcanon of mine: when Kate developed her electric ability, humans hadn't even invented electricity yet right? not until Ben Franklin, but the person who actually laid the groundwork for the modern electricity systems we use today was Nikola Tesla. so I HC that Kate knew Tesla at some point (they both come from CEE and Kate could have still lived there at the time), and her electric power inspired him to develop electricity further and introduce it to the human world. electricity is such a complex thing and almost magical that it just makes sense that it could have originated from a supernatural source. I just think this is a really cool thing that changed the whole world and imagine if she had actually influenced its development!
He won’t admit it, but he needs aftercare too. He’ll grab you a washcloth and some water, order you food. Whatever you need, but you better cuddle him in return. Play with his hair, let him listen to your heartbeat! Reassure him.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
His abs. Not in a shallow way, he just worked really hard for his body to be at that level and he’s proud, okay? Of his partner, probably their hips or their thighs. He likes grabbing onto them any chance he’s given and laying his head in their lap.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
On your face, in your mouth. He’ll tell you how pretty you are when he watches you swallow it. Let him taste it on your tongue when he kisses you afterwards. It makes him feral.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants to get pegged. Pillow princess. He makes the prettiest sounds, no matter how hard he tries to be quiet (he stops trying after awhile). Tell him how good he takes it and watch his eyes roll back in his head.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s not super experienced, but he’s a fast learner.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
It really just depends on his mood. He likes doggy style, but he’ll also let you ride him. He just likes watching you bounce on his cock. When he’s feeling vulnerable though, sweet boy is missionary all the way.
G = Goofy (What is their sense of humor?)
Dry, dark humor on the offbeat until he starts to get comfortable, then he has a dorkier, sillier soft side.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
Keen sense of hygiene, keeps everything shaved.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
He struggles with intimacy, not knowing how to handle the deeper part of any relationship, but deep down he’s a romantic. In his own way. Late night rides around the city. He’ll speed around sharp turns so you hold onto him tighter.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)
Every time he’s in the shower. He can’t help it, it’s like his dick knows and he gets hard. Sometimes when he’s bored or he can’t sleep, he watches porn.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Let him wear the suit while he fucks you. That’s all I’m saying. Daddy
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Ding, ding, ding. You guessed it. In the shower. There are times you’re in there with him when it’s entirely about seeking out comfort. Gentle touches, soft kisses, checking injuries. Caressing your wet skin, feeling the water run down his back. Then there are the times he absolutely wants to rail you under the stream, hand tangled in your soaked hair with your flushed face pressed against the cold tile, sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, get them going)
When you first get together, the way you look at him could be enough to get him hard. He’d try to hide it and play it cool, but you can see how hot and bothered he is. As he starts to calm down, his biggest turn on is the way you challenge him. You’re strong and fierce, and that’s hot. You’re not allowed to spar together anymore.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)
As much as he likes a challenge, don't degrade him. He'll shut down and wonder in the back of his head if he's good enough to be with you.
O = Oral (preferences in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s not that big on giving at first, just because he’s unsure of himself, but he’s willing to learn and find out what makes you feel good. As far as receiving, he’s fucking weak for blowjobs. He’ll stare down at you with slack-jawed awe the entire time, making sounds under his breath, telling you how pretty you look wrapped around his cock.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)
Rough and fast most of the time. When things first get started and he struggles with intimacy, he fucks it out like it’s a race, but the first time he makes love to you, he gets addicted to the feeling. He wants to hear you moan his name, right in his ear, like it’s meant for him and nobody else. His hips will stutter every time you quake and clench around him and he’ll press his face in your chest while you writhe. Sometimes, though. He just needs the stress relief, and he will dick you down disrespectfully. He’ll leave you bruised, thighs trembling, dripping with him. But he’s always there to kiss it better afterwards. Sometimes, you can even get him to tell you what’s bothering him.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often)
All the time. Literally every given opportunity. Rooftops? Bathrooms? You two were left alone for ten minutes too long?
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)
He’s arguably an adrenaline junkie, and he gets high on it if you match his speed. It’s almost like a challenge, how far you guys are willing to take it. He thinks he fell in love with you when you reached around and started stroking his dick while you were on his motorcycle.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go/how long do they last?)
His endurance is nonexistent the first couple of times, but he’s just excited, okay? After a while, though. It’ll feel like eternities since your first orgasm and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with your last. (Usually three or four later)
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He’ll want you to wear vibrating panties, that he has the control to. You tell him that it’s not funny, the way your knees buckled when you were trying to carry on a conversation with Dick. Grayson looked concerned, and asked if you were alright. It took every bit of composure you had left to smile and nod your head. Those galas were so goddamn boring. Jason has to have his fun somewhere. And that’s all it is. Fun and games, until you make him do the same with a vibrating cock ring. Also strap-ons.
U = Unfair (How much do they tease?)
He’s evil when it comes to that. He knows all of your buttons and how to push them. He won’t stop poking and prodding until you’re putty in his hands.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’ll try to keep it quiet at first, but this boy is loud. He makes the most wrecked, out of breath noises for you, and run his mouth. Fuck, just like that, y/n. Look at you, such a little slut for it, aren’t you? Like you were made for my cock, look how well you take it. This is my pussy, isn’t it? I own it. You’re mine.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
Thespian boy listens to Abba. He will deny it to his death and call you a dirty liar if you try exposing him, but you can’t count the number of times you’ve caught him humming Take A Chance On Me under his breath. When he’s comfortable with you though, you’ll pout and sulk at him over something stupid and he’ll dramatically burst into S.O.S. You’ll laugh and throw pillows at him while he climbs all over his room; when you’re gone, how can I even try to go on? When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
All toned, lean muscle and a sharp V that points to a seven inch cock, a little curved and veiny.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Through the roof.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Sometimes, he’ll fall asleep in a matter of minutes, with his head on your chest. Other times, he won’t drift off until the sun starts streaming in, casting a warm glow over your peaceful face.
they always come back for more .......................
before i get into this i should clarify contrary to fanon belief freemind in himself is not an actively bigoted person. he was written as a "neurotic" (schizophrenic) & narcissistic (npd) individual by 2007 fps gamers so i will be taking the nuance accordingly
...and as someone with both these conditions handling him properly instead of making him into some scary, mean, bigoted addict. so if you're here for that, saunter on along, i don't want you here anyway
oh and i'll be factoring in my experiences with these conditions into the headcanons as i do with my gubby posts. LOL! get self projected idiot
considering freemind is overall a pretty jumpy & a fighter more than a flighter this has probably resulted in many an argument between him & benrey considering his tendency to just. scare the shit out of people and noclip places
although freemind being a full of himself scientist will probably take the natural opportunity to be like oh okay so this freaky alien wont leave me alone even if i kill it ... maybe i can use this to my advantage and learn how he works
kinda like how he handled other alien esque things he kinda views benrey as this super badass killing machine after a while similar to how he views himself but like. yknow alien
natural curosity probably leads him to poke and prod about the sweetvoice a lot more than feetman would and hed get really frustrated with benreys lack of answers (and also totally ruins the "youre badass like me" mentality because he acts like an idiot)
still he keeps benrey around because again useful ally
and then character development happens and they kiss and benrey is also schizophrenic and they kiss as two schizos in love i hope this helps
