Having Life360 with Frank would be a blessing and a curse.
Your location? he’s stalking your bubble like a hawk out of pure protectiveness; destined to be the first at the scene if shit goes south. The mere idea riddled him with anxious thoughts. So when the respective notification, ‘(Y/n) left home’ appeared on his phone Frank stopped whatever he was doing and hyper-fixated until you reached your destination. Which often finished with a sweet text signifying you were safe and breathing.
(Y/n): Made it to work Frankie. Love you
Ever since your accident, which was only a minuscule fender bender might I add, Frank couldn’t forgive himself for not being present when it mattered most. Even after you proclaimed multiple times that you were okay, just frightened. That didn’t matter to him. In Franks mind, his precious girl was in trouble and he was resided at home when he should’ve been with you. Never again.
But….then Frank discovered other attributions the app included. Like a speedometer. A crash detection. Phone use detection. Which he proudly subscribed to like a worrisome dad (even though the man struggled with sending a simple email), which annoyed you to no end. Wanting to forcefully delete the app altogether.
Frank would send you various messages throughout the day. Expressing his dire need for you to be safe at all costs.
Frank: 55 in a 40? Slow down mama. Need you to make it home.
Frank: Get off your phone.
Frank: Where you headed?
Frank: Bring home food.
Frank: Love you. Make it home to me.
Frank: Keep driving stupid sweet girl and I’ll throw that shit bucket off a bridge.
warnings: nsfw!!! +18, fem!reader, no apocalypse au, older!shane implied (calls himself old man), pet names (sugar, sweet pea, needy girl, baby, angel), doggystyle, creampie (pls wrap it guys), dirty talk, lmk if i forgot something 🙈
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shane loves doggystyle; it’s a simple fact. don’t get him wrong, he’s a fan of every position and it isn’t to say he doesn’t want to look at your face when you both fuck. he thinks you look good all the time, but it’s too mushy and touchy-feely to admit.
but there’s something about you, on your stomach with your knees propping your ass perfectly for him. it’s the way your back arches, the way your hair is tousled and your hands grip the bedsheets because you know how hard he is to take.
he loves to slap his cock through your folds to watch the soft jump of your hips and hear the needy whine for him to stop teasing.
“needy girl,” he’d retort, a wolfish grin on his face when he holds the base of his cock and guides it between those puffy folds. “can’t be patient.” he adds when he finally pushes in.
he has to take a steady inhale— you’re just so tight and warm and needy that he has to remind himself to give you time to adjust to his length. his hands move to your hips, your ass. he gropes the supple globes of your ass so he can hold them back and watch your pussy just suck him in. he swears it’s hypnotic how your folds just stretch around his girth.
“atta girl…” he groans as he starts with short and shallow thrusts. “that’s it… take it, cmon, i know you can.” he whispers when you start to whine about how big he is. regardless, he’s patient, because he knows that once you’re properly stretched, you get just as horny as he does.
he can tell when you’re ready because you’ll start fucking yourself back onto him. face buried in the mattress and your hips pushing back to fuck his cock. he thinks you look heavenly like this, when you take what you want.
“yeah, fuck yourself on my cock,” he grunts. his hands don’t guide, don’t do anything but touch your soft skin. he won’t fuck you until you beg— he’s a tease just as much as you are.
once you’ve pleaded enough to stroke his ego, he’ll hold you down by the hips. “can’t fucking do it yourself,” he’ll mock. “just need your old man to do it for you, like always.”
this is when he starts being mean. when his hips start rutting into you and his hands grip so hard bruises start to bloom. his cock drags heavy in and out of you, so big he hits spots nobody else has touched.
your face smushes into the pillow, hands unable to keep supporting you’re upper body with how hard he’s fucking you. it only lasts for a minute before his bicep is wrapping around your throat to hold you against his chest like some sort of toy meant to take his cock.
drawn out whines fall from your mouth, in time with his deep thrusts. his head hooks over your shoulder, his grunts directly into your ear. “so fucking tight, baby, pussy’s sucking me in.” he grits out, a sloppy kiss pressed to your jaw. he can tell you’re getting closer; he can feel himself getting closer, too.
his other arm, the one that isn’t wrapped around your throat, reaches between your legs to swirl around your clit. it earns a sharp, choked whine from you while your eyes flutter to the back of your head. a few more of his perfectly times thrusts and you’re creaming all over his girth, squealing as that hot pleasure pumps through your veins, between your thighs. your pussy clenches so obscenely around him that it has his balls tightening and hot spurts of cum painting your walls.
he groans, his forehead pressed to your spine as he comes down from an orgasm that only you can pull out of him. he stays there a moment longer to catch his breath, a soft kiss is pressed to the skin there before he leans back up straight. he sees you so beautifully right now: hair tousled, glazed over eyes, a heavenly flush over your face as you melt into the mattress beneath you.
“so beautiful, angel,” he murmurs as he starts to pull out, watching his cum start to spill out of that ruined hole.
Summery: You are a young woman (Rick Grimes’ daughter) who never had an orgasm, not with yourself and not with your boyfriend. After some encouraging from your girlfriends you decide to try out a specific sex toy. They didn’t tell you how expensive it is though and when you try to steal it, guess who comes to arrest you? Your dad’s hot best friend and coworker Shane Walsh. He blackmails you to fuck him and takes on the challenge of giving you your first orgasm.
Warnings: Minors do not interact! Pre outbreak, age gap (reader is 18/19, Shane’s 38/39), talking about sex toys, blackmail and dubious consent at first but very enthusiastic consent after, cheating (remember guys, it started out as blackmail and I promise reader will break up with the boy 😭), dirty talk, semi public, light degradation kink (use of slut and a single whore), praise kink (can’t have a story without the praise kink loll), oral (m receiving), unprotected piv, creampie.. Let me know if I missed anything!
Author’s note: I had this story in my notes for the loooongest time and I didn’t know what to do with it. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out and I might even make it into a little series. I would absolutely love to read your thoughts! Reblogs are very appreciated 🤗
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so don’t mind any mistakes ✌🏼
Masterlist
You’ve got your hood pulled low over your face as you browse through your local sex shop. How the hell did I end up here you think as your face heats from shame while looking at all the.. attributes. It’s your friends’ fault. Last weekend while playing a drunken game of truth or dare, you confessed that you’ve never had an orgasm. Not by yourself and definitely not with your boyfriend. They were absolutely astonished and tried giving you al kinds of advice. One of their ideas was to get a vibrator. You were horrified when they started googling different toys and rating them, finally coming to the conclusion that you should go for this fancy suction thingy. It honestly didn’t look as intimidating as the big, vibrating dildos they were showing you, so you thought about it and here you are.. Roaming a sex shop.
You reach the section you’re looking for and quickly scan for the exact one your friends mentioned. They said it was a very popular one, so they definitely should sell it here. Your eye falls on the box and you gasp when you see the price. They forgot to mention how ridiculously expensive it was. You bite your lip and pick it up anyway. Looking at it and reading the back. Body safe silicone, ultra silent, waterproof, 12 vibration patterns, pleasure guaranteed. You sigh, it would really be amazing if it works and you can finally reach that high you’ve been searching for. But is it really worth that amount of money?
You look around and there’s no one around you. The store is quite big and the only employee is busy with her phone behind the counter, while loudly chewing gum and twirling her brightly colored hair with her finger.
What if you just.. Put it in your purse and walk out? No one would know and you can finally have your orgasm..
No you can’t.. Your dad’s a police officer and.. and It’s just not right. Right?
Fuck it.. You shove the box to the bottom of your bag and head for the exit.
“Thank you for coming, come again.” The cashier mutters lazily.
“Y-yeah bye..” You start but your heart sinks as a loud alarm starts wailing the second you set foot out of the store.
“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to ask you to open up your purse.” The green haired lady asks.
“Fuck..” You sigh and open up your bag, showing her your stolen goods.
“Yeah.. Gonna have to call the cops for that..” She says. “Come with me, you can wait in the back.”
“Cops?! C-can’t I just pay for it?” You squeal.
“Nope.. A little too late for that now.” She says and sits you down at a desk in a backroom while she calls the cops.
You can barely hear what she’s saying on the phone. Your ears are ringing so badly. Cops? Does that mean you’re gonna get a record? What does that mean for your future? What did you dooo? Did you really ruin your life over a stupid sex toy?
You don’t know how long you’re sitting there before the door opens and a single policeman enters the shabby office. You look at him and now you really want to sink into the ground. Shane?! Seriously? Your dad’s best friend?
He raises his eyebrows in surprise as he sees you. “Well well well.. What do we have here?” He says smirking a little. He’s amused. “Wasn’t expecting to find you here.”
You hide your face in your hands. “Goddd, can this get any worse?” You groan.
“Come on sweetheart. Gotta take you to the station.” He says beckoning you with his head. “Don’t have to cuff ya, do I?” He smirks.
“N-no.” You say wide eyed.
“This what she tried to steal?” He asks grabbing the box and turning it in his hand, assessing it.
“Yep.” The cashier says popping the p.
“Gonna need to take it in as evidence. ‘S protocol.”
“You do what you need to do, officer.” The lady sighs.
You follow Shane out to his car and the two of you silently drive to the precinct.
“Want some water sweetheart?” Shane asks holding out a bottle as you sit down in the little interrogation room.
“P-please.” You say, taking it and nervously looking at the one way glass. “Why are we in here?”
“No one is watching, darlin’, don’t worry. Thought you might like some privacy considering the nature of the item that you stole.” He says, his mouth twitches as if he’s trying not to laugh. “Just need to go over some things with you, paperwork and such.” He says, flipping through a folder in his hands.
“Y-yeah, thanks.” You say fiddling with the label on the bottle.
“Sooo..” He says as he sits down on the other side of the table. “You don’t have to answer any of my questions. But I would say it’s always good to have your version of the story on paper.”
You just nod.
“Let’s start at the beginning.. You went to the eh, the sex store today, right? Did you plan to go there?”
“Y-yes.”
“Did you plan to steal anything?” He asks.
“No!” You say, your eyes shooting up at him. “I swear, I didn’t want to steal. Don’t know what came over me. I’m so fucking stupid..” You ramble.
“Shh shh shh. ‘S okey, I believe you.” He says. “So why did you do it?”
“I-it was just so expensive..” You say, looking back at the floor. “Couldn’t afford it.”
“But it’s not something that you need, right? Could just not buy it, or save up some money, buy a cheaper one?”
“I-it was my friends..”
“Your friends told you to steal it?” He interrupts, sitting up.
“No no! That was all me.” You admit. “But they told me about the eh.. The toy.” You feel your face heating up again. “They said it was really good, but they didn’t tell me about the price.”
“Why did you want it so bad, darlin’? I mean, I don’t mean to pry, but don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Well yes, but..” You sigh. Do you really need to tell him..
“Look sweetheart.. I know you have a bright future ahead of you. Your daddy’s always so proud.. Told me all about your big collage plans. Wanna become a lawyer, hm?”
“Y-yes.”
“Gonna make it a little difficult getting into law school if you’ve got theft on your record.”
You chew on your lip, the pit in your stomach grows. “Shane..” You plead softly.
“And then there’s the fine..”
Your eyes start to water.
“Maybe if you tell me a bit more about why you did it, might grant you some sympathy.” He shrugs.
“I..” You start.
“That boy of yours don’t take good care of you?” He asks boldly.
Your eyes shoot up to his and you gasp.
“You can tell me.. ’s okey.”
“Well.. I.. It’s not him.. I just.. I’ve never, ehm..” This is so humiliating.
“You’ve never…?”
“Neverhadanorgasm.” You spit out, burying you face in your hands.
“Shit, sweetheart.” He mutters. “And your friends told you to use this?” He asks holding up the box.
“Please, put it away.” You whine, your voice muffled by your hands. “I was just.. Desperate I guess..”
“Hmm.” He hums, assessing the situation. “I feel bad for you.. I really do, but my hands are tied here, sweetheart..”
“Please Shane.. There’s got to be something you can do to keep this off my record.”
“Can get in a looot of trouble if I do that..”
“B-but you can?” You ask hopeful, looking up at him with wide eyes.“Please, Shane.. You’ve known me all my life.”
He sighs dramatically, leaning back. The cheap plastic chair creaks under his weight. “What do I get out of it, though?” He asks, spreading his legs and pushing his hips up slightly.
“What do y-?” You ask frowning. The realization hits as you take in the way he’s positioned his body. “Shane!” You gasp in disbelief.
“What? You want to keep this off record don’t you?” He asks, looking at you intently. “Won’t even need this with me.” He smirks cockily, throwing the toy in a trash bin in the corner of the room.
You know Shane to be quite a ladies man. He’s been with most single ladies in town, probably a couple married ones as well and you overheard some of your mother’s friends swoon about their experience. And you’ve always thought he’s pretty hot..
“You take care of me, I’ll take care of you.”
“You won’t tell my dad?” You say biting your lip.
“Are you kidding me! Can’t really tell him about this little arrangement can I? He’ll have my head.” He smirks.
Your eyes widen. “No! O-okey..”
“Yeah?” He asks and you nod. “Good.. Come get on your knees for me then.”
“Oh my god..” You mumble as you get off your chair and sink to your knees in front of him.
“Good girl..” He says as he pushes your hair behind your ear. The words do something funny to your belly, but you ignore it. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his button before reaching inside and pulling out his cock in front of your face.
You audibly gasp and can’t hold in a soft moan. It’s huge! Thick, long, veiny and rock hard. It makes your mouth water instantly and you look up at him biting your lip. “Big..” is all you can muster up. Already cock drunk.
He chuckles. “Yeah, ‘s gonna be a mouthful.” He says stroking himself, pointing the tip at your mouth. You see a drop of pre cum leaking out and on instinct stick out your tongue to lap it up. “Fuck..” He rasps shakily. “That’s it. Nice and eager for me. Like sucking cock, sweetheart?”
You look up at him and nod honestly. “My boyfriend’s not this big though.” You say. “D-don’t know if I’m gonna be any good.” It’s not just about getting away with stealing anymore. Now that you’ve seen what he’s working with, you actually really want him in your mouth.
“Let’s see it, hmm? Open up.”
You’re quick to open your mouth and he slowly feeds you the head. You moan as you wrap your lips around him and taste his slightly salty skin.
“Go to town, sweetheart. Earn that get out of jail free card.” He says smirking and that’s what you do.
You start off by carefully testing the water, sliding him a little deeper in your mouth, swirling your tongue around. He’s big, but it feels comfortable in your mouth. You suck in your cheeks and bob up and down a few times, letting him hit against the back of your throat.
He groans. “Yesss.. That’s it.. Such a good fucking girl.. Good little slut, sucking cock to get her way.”
You moan at his harsh words and his praise, your belly clenching.
He chuckles softly. “Oh you like that hm, like it when I talk to you like that? ”
You moan again, because you kind of do.
He smirks. “Bet that boy of yours doesn’t say things like that, huh?” You shake your head, without taking him out of your mouth.
He smirks. “I got you all figured out by now..” He wraps his hand in your hair at the back of your head and pushes you down. “Know exactly what you need.”
You gag loudly as he pushes against your throat roughly. Your eyes widen and you look up at him in shock, but as much as you hate to admit it, you’ve never been this aroused before. “Yeah, look at me.. Fuck, you’re so hot..” He says as he repeats his action. “Lemme use that slutty fucking mouth.”
Just when you’ve forgotten about your surroundings, you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Shane quickly pulls you on your feet and shoves his cock back in his pants.
You quickly sit back in your chair, wiping your mouth and combing through your hair with your fingers.
“Yes!” Shane bellows, his voice hoarse.
An older guy you remember seeing before at some work bbq you dad hosted at your house opens the door. “Can you assist me with a case, Walsh?” He asks.
“Ehh.. Yeah, be with you in a few. Just gotta handle this one first.” Shane answers.
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. You manage to hold it in until the man leaves and then start giggling nervously. This is such a bizarre situation.
Shane looks at you with amusement in his eyes. “Think that’s funny, do ya?” He asks. “Like the idea of one of my coworkers walking in while I have you on your knees for me?”
You gasp and your belly clenches again. Why do his words effect you so much?
He laughs. “It’s alright, you’re a kinky, little girl and your vanilla boyfriend just doesn’t cut it for you. Bet I’d have you cumming on my cock in no time.”
“Oh my god, Shane. Stop it.” You say shocked.
“Oh, you really gonna pretend like you don’t want that?” He laughs confidently.
“I-I’m not saying that..” You mutter onder your breath. “‘S just weird.. With you being my dad’s friend and all.”
“He’ll never find out. Don’t have to worry about that.”
“A-and I have a boyfriend..”
“..Who doesn’t know how to make you cum.” He finishes my sentence.
“I was gonna say ‘that I love’”
“Hmhmm.” He hums. -
And he whips his cock back out.
“Shane..” You whine. “Y-you’re like 20 years older than me..”
“You didn’t seem to care about that when you had my cock in your mouth just a minute ago.” He smirks, stroking himself. “Come here, lift up that skirt for me.”
“H-here?” You mumble.
“Hmhmm.. Right here seems perfect to me.”
“Oh my god..” You say, but you get up and close the distance again until you’re standing between his legs, facing him.
His hands travel up your thighs, under your skirt, hitching it up to your waist. “Mmmm.. So sexy..” He mutters as he sees your lace panties and he runs his thumb over your soaking seam. “Let’s take these off, hm?” He adds, more to himself than to you, before he rips them of your hips effortlessly and stuffs them in his pocket
“Shane!” You gasp.
He smirks up at you. “Stop pretending I’m not turning you on, sweetheart, you’re way too fucking wet for that..”
You don’t say anything. You just gasp and grab onto his shoulders, when he slides his fingers through your folds. He finds your clit and gently circles his fingers over it. “Oh fuck…” You moan and your knees buckle.
“Poor girl..” He chuckles. “Wound up sooo tight..”
“Please..” You whine desperately.
“Straddle me, give me that little pussy..” He helps you on top of him and places his cock at your entrance. “Ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yessss..” You pant and he slowly guides you down over him.
“Fucking hell..” He growls. “So fucking tight, sweetheart.. Fuck..”
“Oh my godddd..” You whine. You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel him stretch you open almost painfully.
“Look at me.” He orders and you try, but your eyes roll back into your head as soon as he bottoms out inside you. “You’re so fucking sexy..” He rasps and his big hands grab your hips tightly as he guides you up and down over his length.
“Oh Shane..” You moan, grasping at his neck. Your legs shake with pleasure. If the sex itself feels like this, who needs a fucking orgasm.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you sweetheart?” He teases. “Like riding my cock like a dirty little slut, hmm? Like feeling me sooo deep inside that tight, little cunt?” He pushes as deep as he can to emphasize his words.
“Goddd.. Yess..” You whine. “So deep.. So gooddd..”
He growls and the sound makes your belly clench. Why is this so freaking hot?! Your clit is pulsing as you shamelessly rub against him and you feel closer to an orgasm than ever before.
“Can feel you squeezing me.. You’re close aren’t you?” He teases. “That fast? I thought it would be at least a little bit of a challenge.”
“Oh fuck.. Shane.. Please..” You beg for him to push you just that little bit further over the edge.
He groans. “Do it, baby.. Cum for me..” He rasps in your ear. “Cum on my fucking cock like the good little girl that you are.”
“Oh Shane!” You’re panting and sweating and he starts thrusting up into you.
“Yes.. Let me hear you.. This room is soundproof..” He says and he reaches between your bodies, pressing his thumb to your swollen clit.
“Oh god!” Your head falls forward, leaning on his shoulder. And you explode around him. That’s how it feels. A big, warm explosion that ignites from your core to your toes and fingertips. Your ears ring and it’s perfect! “YESSSSSS!”
Shane growls like a feral dog as he presses you down on him and rasps your name in your ear while he fills you up with his seed. “Holy fucking shit, that was hot..” He pants as he holds you tightly.
Emotions flood your body and you can’t stop yourself from crying. You press your face into him and sob into his shoulder.
“Hey, hey.. What’s that?” He says, gently pushing you away so he can see your face. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no! G-god no! I-it was am-amazing..” You say. “I-I don’t know w-why I-I’m crying..”
“Oh sweet girl..” He smiles lovingly as he wipes at your tearstained cheeks. “You’re overwhelmed with all these feelings. You finally got the release you’re body needed. It’s okey. Totally normal.”
You calm down a little and you let everything that happened pass your mind. “I don’t understand..”
“What, baby?” He asks.
“How did I cum so easily now while I haven’t managed for years?” You ask.
He shrugs. “Some girls just need a little extra. The excitement of fucking me to get away with stealing, having sex here at the station, with your dad’s best friend.. There’s a whole psychological part to sex that you’ve probably never explored before.”
You nod. “What did you mean when you said you got me all figured out?”
He smiles. “I got the feeling you’d enjoy being submissive. You like pleasing me and hearing me praise you for it. That’s what I played into.”
You feel your face heat up as you’re feeling exposed. He smiles.
“Don’t be shy.. It was really, really hot. It’s exactly what I like too, sweetheart..” He leans in so his mouth is close to your ear. “I love to dominate and be vocal in bed. Make girls go absolutely crazy for my cock.. Tease them and make them beg..” He growls a little and you can feel him stiffen again inside you.
You moan a little.. That sounds so good.. You want more..
“Wanna explore that with me, sweetheart?” He asks. “There’s sooo much I can show you.. Wanna make you into my own personal little whore..”
“Fuckk..” You pant and you don’t even notice how you’ve started grinding on him again.
“Is that a yes?” He smirks.
“Yess..” You moan.
There’s another knock at the door that pulls both of you out your bubble.
“Fuck..” He says and you quickly get off, pull your skirt down and sit back in your own chair. Shane pushes his cock back in his pants clears his throat when the door is opened. “Are you done yet?” The same guy as before comes in.
“Yes, just finished.” Shane says as he smirks at you. He gets up and beckons you to get up as well.
“You feeling alright, sweetheart?” The man asks.
“Oh, eh, y-yes..” You say wide eyed. You have no idea how you look like, but apparently not that well.
“Had to scare her a little.. Made sure she won’t step a toe out of line going forward.”
“Is that Grimes’ daughter?” The man frowns.
“Yeah, ‘s why I’m letting her go with a warning. Don’t tell him, okey. She learned her lesson.”
He holds up his hands. “Didn’t see a thing.” He says.
“You can clean up in the bathroom. I’m almost done for the day, so I can give you a ride.”
“That’s okey, I’ll walk, need some fresh air, if that’s alright.” You say.
“Yeah, eh, sure.” He says. “I’ll call you later, okey..” He adds in a low voice so only you can hear.
You nod and quickly head to the bathroom as you can feel Shane’s release starting to drip down your thigh.
Imagine being Shane's GF who is VERY not happy about his shaving off his pretty boy hair so you put him on a sex ban...
TW: Smutty but they don't actually fully get there, Shane being Shane (aka some misogyny), lots of teasing, pet names, mentions of previous sex - MDNI!!
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"Sweet girl, look at me." Shane grumbles, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. He's always been a bit rough with you, in and out of the bedroom. He doesn't care that you're crying, mostly because it's over something he considers stupid.
"Why'd you cut it?" You whine, salty tears rolling down your face. It's not that serious, but it's important to you. "It was so perfect!"
"Jesus, baby, I told you. I was jus' tired of maintainin' it."
"I could have washed it for you! You don't even use styling products, it was that perfect!"
"Doll." He scolds. You're quite familiar with the tone, he uses it every time you step out of line.
"It's just hair, it'll grow back."
His finger rests against your quivering lips.
"'sides, it's me getting revenge for you lettin' Lori cut your pretty hair shorter. I miss the long hair you'd put up in all those pretty styles. You looked like such a little housewife. I can't even tug it as well now."
"Don't you start with the bedroom-freak stuff now!" You turn your head away.
"Aww, why, pumpkin? You let me put you on leashes and put you in costumes but you draw the line at me cutting my hair? Pup can't handle a little teasing from her man?" He teases, hands running down your side. He stops when you push him off.
"No sex until it grows back!" You declair, standing up. He pauses.
"Ex-fucking-cuse me?"
"You heard me! No sex, no making out, no blowjobs, nothing. In fact, you're not even allowed to watch me change anymore!"
Shane watches in utter despair as you storm out, slamming the door of the bathroom behind you.
"You know what, fine! Go throw your little temper tantrum, girl! You'll come crawling back in a day!"
Okay, so, Shane might be fucked.
Based on the amount of sex you guys had pre apocalypse and at the Atlanta camp, Shane assumed you'd cave first. He remembers the good days when he'd come home to dinner on the table or you on the couch in just a shirt and underwear - both enjoyable sights. It was usually 50-50 on who would initiate.
The first few days were fine, but you were getting on his nerves. You wouldn't sleep facing him or let him hold you while you slept, you weren't always following him around like normal, and you wouldn't even kiss him. But he was a man, he could deal with it. There's other stuff to be done. Runs to do, walkers to kill, fences to fix, animals to hunt.
But then a few days turned into a week, and Shane Walsh had come to the realization that you're very, very serious and he's in dire need of a quick fuck. It's still slightly warm out, so you're wearing those jeans shorts he loves with one of your stupid sweaters - an outfit combo he would make fun of you for if you were on good terms. Are you cold or hot? Make up your fucking mind.
It's been almost a week and a half now. People are starting to notice your distance from Shane and his temper getting worse. Rick was the first one to notice, as to be expected. He'd seen many of these days when they were back in the police force - Shane wasn't a happy man when denied pleasure.
After another successful day of you ignoring him in favor of hanging out and running about with the others, Shane cornered you in the tent you two shared.
"Babydoll, I'm sorry for making you mad. I didn't know it would bother you that much. You can bitch and yell at me, just look at me, I'm right here."
He's a grown man, an officer of the law. He's killed walkers and humans and he's never hesitated. But right now, he's melting into you and pleading for forgiveness.
"Please baby, I can make you feel so good and you won't be mad at me anymore." His arms tighten around your waist and his lips brush your shoulder.
"I'll be so gentle with you, you'll forget all about the stupid curls."
You huff. The huffing that normally would drive him crazy, make him fuck you further into the sheets.
"They weren't stupid! They were gorgeous and soft and silky! They made you so handsome!"
Shane tilts his head, dragging his lips from your shoulder to your neck.
"Does my baby not think I'm handsome anymore? Is my girl not attracted to her man anymore?"
You roll your eyes.
"Shane, you know that's not true. I just wished you would have told me before you did. You've had this hair since forever. You used to love your hair!"
Your complaining makes his snicker as he grazes his teeth against the skin of your throat.
"So how about you show me how much you love me? Show me just how much you adore me, even with my stupid hair shaved off."
You give a slight nod, and at your consent he moves to unbutton your shorts.
"Don't even worry, babydoll. I'll shove that smart mouth of yours straight into the pillow, you won't even need to to look at me. That sound good, sweet girl?"
"...yeah."
"There she is. There's my girl. All done bitchin' about my stupid hair, coming back to her man."
