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."
Summary: Losing your virginity to your dad’s best friend.
Warnings/Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dubcon, smut with no plot, dbf!shane, grimes!reader, bunny!reader, dom!shane, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, kinda size kink, BIG age-gap (reader is a college student), virgin!reader, loss of virginity, hair pulling, unprotected p in v sex, guilt, drunk sex, daddy kink, drunk driving (be safe), no outbreak!au, no established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 3.5k words
A/N: This fic is so self-indulgent lmao. I posted a dbf!shane blurb here, but this is a proper oneshot. This was a lot of fun to write, and I’m slowly overcoming my writer’s block. Somehow daddy kink snuck in there, which I have never written, but the heart wants what it wants. Shane’s lowkey a piece of shit in this, sorry!! Also, shoutout to @officergrimesloml and @c0yotebites for proofreading this for me, love y'all <3
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After an argument with Rick, you’d fled to Shane’s apartment. The two of you had been drinking for hours when things escalated. You were perched in his lap, straddling one of his thighs. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been drunkenly shifting against the denim of his jeans. Your body was instinctively seeking out some kind of friction. Shane’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his words slurred with intoxication.
“What’re you doin’, darlin’? Humpin’ my leg like a fuckin’ dog.”
As soon as your brain processed the words, your eyes widened and you stopped moving. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and you wouldn’t meet his eyes. That wasn’t the reaction that Shane was hoping for. Roughly, he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. The liquor was making him more aggressive than usual, something that both scared you and aroused you. The confusion was dizzying. He held eye contact and spoke firmly.
“Did I say stop? Do it like you mean it.”
“W-what?”
Huffing at your obvious disorientation, Shane ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He knew that this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop. Not when you were so soft and sweet against him. Your vanilla perfume flooded his senses again, and his resolve was broken. Taking things into his own hands, he let go of your chin and planted both hands on your hips. His fingers splayed across the fabric of your skirt as he started guiding your hips. Pressing searing kisses to the side of your neck, he broke the brief silence again.
“Just like that. Do what I’m doin’. C’mon, bunny.”
Whimpering softly, you did what you were told and shifted your hips. Shane hadn’t let go, but he was less forceful. To his surprise, you were doing well on your own. His eyes roamed your figure as you ground against him. He was painfully hard now; an obvious tent had formed in his pants. You didn’t even have to see it to know that he was big. Too focused on this task, you had no idea what was coming next.
Shane waited until your head lolled back, and your moans grew louder to harshly shove you off his leg. You looked stricken with panic as you hit the cushions. Had you done something wrong? Your eyes filled with tears, and you weren’t sober enough to control them. He quickly swiped them away and reprimanded you. His voice was softer this time, though.
“Nu-uh, none of that. We just gotta do somethin’ else.”
“Huh?”
Your innocence was both maddening and invigorating. Shane laughed in disbelief and shook his head. Did you really not know that he was about to fuck you? He couldn’t resist teasing you.
“Oh, bunny. Use that pretty little brain and think. What do you think I’m gonna do?”
Not wanting to disappoint Shane, you paused and thought for a second. The moment it hit you, you looked comically shocked. You’d never had sex before, and your face flushed again. Your voice was shaky and hesitant.
“I-I’ve never done that, Shane.”
Despite being aware of your innocence, he hadn’t expected you to actually be a virgin. To be fair, he’d lost his virginity his freshman year in high school. You were in college now, so he’d expected you to be more experienced. The idea of being your first thrilled him more than he was willing to admit. He exhaled heavily and looked you over again.
“I’ll show you what to do, darlin’.”
Without waiting for your response, Shane stood up and lifted you from the couch. You were plastered, so you just let him carry you. He wasn’t going to fuck you in the living room, so he took you to his bedroom. Dropping you on the bed, he was far too intoxicated to be gentle with you. Not that you minded, though. Being thrown around by the deputy was one of your many fantasies.
You’d never been in this room of the apartment, so you took a second to look at the decor. Like the stereotypical bedroom of a middle-aged man, the walls were pretty bare. On his bedside table, there was a photo of Shane and Rick in their uniforms. The last thing you needed was to see your father while waiting to be plowed. You were about to speak up when your skirt was harshly pulled off, and you were flipped onto your stomach. The second Shane saw you weren’t wearing underwear, he groaned and chastised you as he removed his belt.
You hated the way your voice was failing you, but you couldn’t dwell on that. The soft clinking of the belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor made you tense. Shane’s hands returned to your hips and his thumbs pressed into the dimples of your back. Seeing you like this was something he’d imagined plenty, but he’d never actually acted on it.
He was about to speak again when he noticed the picture frame that you’d been looking at. Fuck. You were Rick’s little girl. Before the thought could make Shane nauseous, he forced it out of his head and adjusted the picture frame so it was facing away from the bed. He then redirected his attention to your body. His voice was more strained this time.
“Look at you, sweet girl. Layin’ so still for me.”
“Tryin’ to be good.”
Your words weren’t clear enough for Shane. Gripping your hair, he roughly pulled your head back and applied tension to your scalp. You yelped, but that only added to his enjoyment. He tightened his grip further and demanded.
“Speak up, bunny. Can’t hear you when you mumble.”
Taking a shaky breath, you winced at another tug of your hair and tried to steady your voice. Your mumbling was an awful habit.
“I said that I’m tryin’ to be good.”
“Yeah? You wanna be good for me, huh?”
“Yes, sir.”
Your use of the honorific made Shane’s head spin faster than the alcohol in his system. Before he could respond, you whimpered and begged softly.
“Please, Daddy."
That was what undid Shane. He pressed your face against the mattress and quickly dropped his boxers. You made the mistake of glancing over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of his cock. As expected, he was huge. You swallowed thickly and looked visibly overwhelmed. He turned your face again and aligned himself with your entrance. His voice was softer than earlier but ever so patronizing.
“Relax, babygirl. Won’t do us any good if you’re all tense.”
Trying to stay calm, you took a shaky breath and forced your muscles to relax. Shane’s warm palm moved up and down the curve of your ass, sending shivers down your spine. His calloused skin scraped slightly against you. He squeezed the backside of your thigh before speaking again.
“Deep breaths, bunny.”
“Will you go slow?”
Shane barked a laugh at the request and shook his head. You didn’t even have to see his face to know that he was grinning. His breath was hot on the back of your neck, and his fingers released their grip on your hair. You were confused by the sudden lack of tension, but then he anchored his hands on your hips. His tone was somehow more condescending this time.
“Oh, baby. You want me to go slow? Not fuckin’ happenin’.”
You didn’t have time to respond before Shane aligned himself with your entrance and forced himself inside. You’d hoped that he’d let you adjust to his size, but you were wrong. The pain was sharp and burning. You gasped and started to cry softly. The tears running down your cheeks were darkened with mascara. Not pausing his movements, Shane kissed your shoulder and softened his tone. The contrast was dizzying.
“You’re doin’ so good for me, angel. I know it hurts. Such a good girl.”
He stroked your hair as he spoke, and like a pathetic puppy, you leaned into his touch. You whimpered and spoke through the tears.
“It hurts, Daddy."
“I know, baby. I know. You’re takin’ me so well, though.”
Shane was completely buried inside of you, and he took a moment to admire the view. You looked so small beneath him, and it made something in his chest ache. This was so fucking wrong, but he couldn’t stop. It’s not like you wanted him to. This time, he gave you a warning before moving.
“Gonna start movin’, baby. You got it.”
“M’kay. M’tryin’.”
Kissing your shoulder again, Shane started thrusting his cock in and out of your cunt. The stinging intensified before slowly fading. You could feel him stretching you in ways that you hadn’t imagined, and the tears kept flowing. As he moved, deep grunts left his throat and his fingers dug into your doughy flesh. You glanced over your shoulder again and watched as his motions faltered. Feeling insecure, you spoke up hesitantly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’, babygirl. You’re so pretty.”
Despite the reassurance, he shoved your face back into the mattress, and your makeup was staining his sheets. What he couldn’t admit was that seeing your face made this all too real. He was fucking his best friend’s daughter. He was at least twenty years your senior. That was not a thought that he was choosing to ruminate on. Instead, his movements became harsher. It was too much, and you cried out again.
“Fuck. Go easier. Please, Daddy."
“Sh, sh, sh. I got you.”
His words were soft and comforting, but he wasn’t slowing down. You kept whining and struggling to stay put. Shane firmly held you in place, though. Once the pain dulled, he was finally giving attention to your clit and the pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. His words were slow and coaxing.
“You’re so close, bunny. You gonna come for me?”
“Can I?”
Clearly wanting to fuck with your head, Shane feigned ignorance and hummed softly. His release was rapidly approaching, but he was trying to drag this out.
“Can you what? You need to use your words.”
The wait was agonizing, and you whined in frustration. Was he trying to kill you? Knowing Shane would stop if you got an attitude, you exhaled sharply and ground out your plea.
“Can I come, sir? Please.”
Shane groaned at your words and used every remaining ounce of self-restraint to hold himself back. Finishing inside of you was the last thing that he needed. Although the primitive side of him would have no reservations about filling you with his seed. He was quick to answer you.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.”
That was all the encouragement that you needed. The orgasm was dizzying, and you could feel your eyes rolling back in pleasure. No one had ever made you feel like this. Shane made sure that you’d come before letting himself climax, his first unselfish act of the night. He didn’t stop either, just kept driving into you until he was satisfied. It was unclear if he didn’t care about overstimulating you or if he just hadn’t picked up on it yet.
You could barely catch your breath, and you spoke up hesitantly. The shake in your voice made it clear that you were genuinely in pain. The lack of honorific was further proof that he might’ve gone too far.
“It’s too much, Shane. Please stop.”
The second Shane heard those words, he froze. Actually hurting you was the last thing that he wanted. The softer part of him surfaced, and he immediately stopped thrusting. His thick fingers combed through your hair again, and his voice was almost tender.
“Oh, poor bunny. Did I hurt you?”
Not wanting him to feel guilty, you shook your head and put on a brave face. Your voice was steadier this time, but slightly forced.
“No. I mean, not really. It was just a lot, y’know?”
You’d slurred your words a bit, and Shane suddenly felt sick. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. You felt the shift in the way he was holding himself, but he cut you off before you could say anything.
“Get your skirt back on.”
Even though his tone invited no argument, you were too drunk to hold your tongue. You shifted on the mattress and foolishly voiced your confusion.
“Why, Daddy?"
“Don’t. J-just get dressed.”
The pet name that had aroused him only minutes ago now filled him with shame, and Shane wouldn’t meet your eyes. He stepped away from the bed and pulled up his jeans and boxers. Instead of explaining his change in attitude, he grabbed your discarded clothing from the floor and tossed it in your direction. He then spun on his heel and left you alone on the bed.
As you watched him walk away, your cheeks flushed with humiliation and your chest tightened. You felt like an idiot for believing in this fairy tale and looked down at the mess Shane had made. Finger-shaped bruises marked your hips from where he’d been holding you in place. He hadn’t even left you with anything to clean yourself off with.
The liquor amplified your pettiness, so you rubbed yourself all over his sheets. You only stopped once your skin was dry enough to not leave any stains on your skirt. After redressing your lower half, you wiped your cheeks and tried to get off as much mascara as you could. Most of it was on Shane’s sheets. You willed yourself not to get emotional as you rejoined Shane in the living room.
When you exited his bedroom, you saw Shane pacing in front of the couch. His hand passed through his hair as he turned to face you. The man was sick with guilt, and it was written all over his face. His heart sank when he saw the slight redness to your eyes, and he beat you to speaking.
“Gonna take you home. Rick’s probably worried sick.”
The mention of your father’s name made your stomach churn, and you nodded mutely. You’d been drunk for most of the night, but it was starting to hit you all at once. The nausea rolled through you, and you had to take deep breaths. Shane couldn’t stay in this apartment with you any longer, so he began putting on his coat and shoes.
You went to copy him, but you were much more uncoordinated. When moving towards the coat rack, you tripped over your own feet and stumbled forward. Luckily for you, Shane was close enough to catch you. He steadied you and mumbled beneath his breath.
“Jesus, bunny.”
The nickname relaxed you slightly, and you subconsciously leaned into his touch. Shane had been cold with you minutes earlier, so you were soaking in the attention. Despite his thoughts being muddled with self-loathing, he still found himself lightly stroking your hair. Your words ran together when you mumbled against his chest.
“Don’t feel good.”
Allowing himself to be gentle with you again, Shane sighed softly and kissed the top of your head. This was all his fault. He never should’ve let you come over this late at night and he never should’ve supplied you with the alcohol. Fucking you while you were in this state was the final nail in the coffin. He needed to get you home before he made things worse. His tone was tender when he spoke again.
“I know, sweetheart. I need to get you home, okay? Need help with your coat?”
You wanted to be stubborn and insist that you could dress yourself, but you were far too dizzy for that. Instead, you sighed and nodded. Your voice was smaller than usual when you answered him.
“Yes, please.”
Shane made sure that you were steadier on your feet before grabbing your jacket off of the coat rack. He was careful not to rush you as he pulled your arms through the sleeves and zipped it up. The man was also drunk, so he wasn’t moving as smoothly as he typically would. He was still better off than you, though.
Now it was time to get your shoes on. There was no chance that you’d be able to do that on your own. Shane double-checked that you were stable before grabbing your shoes from where you’d tossed them off by the couch. He crouched in front of you and pulled your foot to rest on his denim-clad thigh. This threw you off balance, and you tumbled backwards. He mumbled a curse and grabbed you before you hit the wall.
“Careful, darlin’.”
“M’sorry.”
In spite of the situation, your soft apology was sickeningly sweet, and the corner of Shane’s mouth quirked upward. He leaned you against the front door and returned to putting your shoes back on. As he did this, you reached out and started running your fingers through his hair. This caught Shane off guard, and he barked a laugh.
“What’re you doin’?”
“S’soft.”
Shane couldn’t do anything but laugh and shake his head. Your delirium relieved some of the tension. At least, temporarily. He grinned up at you, and your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. His chest tightened at the sight, and he finished getting your shoes on. Now, he had the task of getting you into the truck.
It had taken several minutes, but Shane finally got you to cooperate. He carried you to the truck and propped the passenger side door open. When he was about to set you down, you clung tighter and murmured.
“Wanna stay with you.”
He sighed deeply and laid you in the seat, despite your protests. Once again softening his tone, he brushed a stray piece of hair from your forehead and responded.
“You can’t, bunny. Rick’s probably already wonderin’ where you are.”
“Fuck him.”
“Hey, don’t talk ‘bout your old man like that.”
In any other circumstance, Shane reprimanding you would’ve earned a groan, but tonight was different. It stung. You shook your head and sheepishly mumbled.
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright. You’re my sweet girl, but you need to talk like it.”
“Okay.”
Being called his sweet girl calmed you, and you were ready to listen. Obediently, you lay back in the seat and waited for Shane to buckle you in. He playfully rolled his eyes at your laziness, but still buckled you in. Confident that you were secure, he paused and thought for a second before kissing your forehead. You hummed contentedly, which made him laugh again.
Once Shane climbed into the driver’s seat and got driving, the drive was relatively smooth. His apartment was only ten minutes away from your father’s house. You were staying there while you were home from college. To his horror, Rick was waiting for you on the front porch. He was going to have to come up with something fast.
You would’ve been equally panicked, but you were fast asleep with your cheek smushed against the window pane. Fuck, it was almost endearing. As he pulled into Rick’s driveway, he began formulating a cover story. He’d barely put the car in park before his best friend was knocking on the driver-side window. Shane rolled down the window and cut Rick off as soon as the other man opened his mouth.
“She’s fine, brother. Just drunk. Found her wanderin’ ‘round.”
“Wanderin’ where?”
Despite Rick’s raised eyebrow, he trusted Shane, and he wasn’t asking this out of suspicion. He was simply gathering the details, as any good cop would do. He wasn’t thrilled by the smell of alcohol on Shane’s breath, but he decided not to comment on it. You’d returned in one piece. While Shane gave his answer, he sighed and moved to unbuckle you.
“Down by my apartment. Guess she was lookin’ for somewhere to calm down.”
For whatever reason, Rick wasn’t questioning where you’d gotten the alcohol. At your university, you’d picked up a mirage of habits that he didn’t approve of. You seeking solace in Shane’s apartment wasn’t surprising either. You’d always found comfort in the older man, and your father was too occupied with other parts of his life to examine that further.
Shane was going to wake you up gently, but it was late and your father was impatient. Rick walked over and opened the passenger-side door. You’d been leaning up against it, so your drunk ass nearly tumbled out of the truck. Shane was still leaning across the center console to unbuckle you, so he was able to catch you. He cursed Rick beneath his breath.
“Shit, Rick, be careful.”
“I’ve got her, man.”
Rick’s patience had run out hours ago, and Shane didn’t have the energy to argue with him. Instead, he sat back in his seat and watched as you were carried into the house. He waited until the two of you were inside before he drove back to his empty apartment. The guilt that had embedded in his chest was piercing again.
Once he got back inside, he refused to dwell on the hollowness and resorted to drinking more until he fell asleep on his couch.
