lovely i need to hear more of your thoughts about reader and shane walsh
i loooooove that awful sleazy man
no because he makes my head buzzzzzzzzz makes you wash up in the river in plain view of everyone whistles when you bed over and you pussy lips peek out :((( or if he finds you a little bikini will literally shove a hand down your bottoms or up your top and just grope like he's so gross and pervy ugh </3333 him with a nympho reader 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 they're just a goon fest and it makes everyone real uncomfortable
gets off on how you'll do anything he says even if its embarrassing n humiliating, like has you on his lap around the campfire n will ask you go get him a beer and taps your ass when you hop up and do as he says :)))))) spits in your mouth, fucks your ass even if it hurts etc etc etc
So I started watching TWD, who would've guessed - some more gay fanart #thewalkingdead #thewalkingdeadfanart #rickgrimes #shanewalsh #rickxshane #rickgrimesxshanewalsh #fanart #Quine #digitalart #digitaldrawing https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj1F9PUIM0k/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
thank you to @thewhitewolfownsme for the inspo! Here's to you, hunni!!
WARNING: mentions of zombies, mentions of killing, PURE SMUT FILTH. You know the rules, no one under 18 should be reading this. So go read Junie B. or something. Or like, the Shadowhunter Series. Anywho. Enjoy the Shane filth!
Not my gif, credit to the creator. Thank you for this gift😍❤️
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You sprint through the woods, having been separated from Shane, you start to panic.
Too many. You thought. Too many of them.
Five total.
Five of them were headed straight for you.
“Oh shit.” So you grab a nearby stick and stab the first two, your heart thundering through your chest like a freight train as you kill another one.
Two more.
Two more.
You trip one, climbing to stab it in the head when you lose your footing and grab the other walker’s foot. A scream bubbles in your throat but you never let it go. Jumping into action your fingers find an old railroad tie in the grass and you stab into the walker’s head.
“Shane.” You whisper, standing and sprinting into the cabin and slamming the door. You couldn’t deadbolt it, as Shane was gone on a run, but you closed all the blinds and went into the windowless bathroom, locking the door, you drop into the tub and flip on the shower. The water from the tank runs over you, cold, for what felt like hours. You shiver, shake, sob, but you never move. Physically stuck there, knees to your chest as the water pours over you. In the distance you hear the door shut, the sound of Shane’s gun thumping against the table, and then his soft booted footfalls on the hardwood floor; and then? Cold silence.
“Darlin’?” He drawls, carefully opening the bathroom door to find the water running down onto your motionless body. “Baby?” He asks, coming to the edge of the tub and shutting off the water. His touch is like hot sparks on your frozen skin, sending goosebumps like wildfire across your body. Shocking you back to life, you wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. Your frigid lips find his searing hot skin and you attack his neck with hot kisses.
“Shane.” You whisper, fingers gripping his shaggy, short curls tightly as he raises you out of the tub and onto your quaking legs. Carefully, he peels off your sopping wet, bloody clothes, fear eating at his heart. Stripping down your naked body, he towels you off gently, taking the extra time on your breasts and your hair. His lips follow the towel’s wake, leaving her skin ablaze as his lips kiss the chilled skin. His tongue flicks out against your taut nipple, sucking it between his teeth and gently rolling the tip of his tongue around it. You let out a gasp, your fingernails leaving angry red marks as you dig in for a hold you couldn’t find.
Carrying your naked body to the bedroom, he finds a lacy pair of panties for you, but you shoo them away, flinging them across the room. “Hunny-”
“Shane, shut up.” You growl, fingers quaking as they fumble with the hem of his shirt.
“Hunny-”
“Shane Sawyer Walsh. Take your fuckin’ clothes off. Okay? I almost died out there and now I want you to make me feel alive. Okay?” You hiss, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking them down.
“Baby girl, please just take a second to think--”
“I am. I took two goddamn hours. I’ve been starved of your touch since I thought I would die. So please, for fuck’s sake, take off your pants and fuck me or I think I’ll go crazy.” You whine, throwing a gentle punch at his chest.
“Okay, okay. We’re gonna talk about this later though, right?”
“Ugh! Shut up you suddenly sentimental bastard! You’ve been on my ass all week about sex! Here’s your chance for fuck’s sake! Or I swear I’ll run through the woods screaming for someone to have sex with me! I’m sure I’d find a suitable man or two come walkin’ outta the woods like King Kong! Christ Shane! FUCK ME!” You screech, and he laughs, he laughs so hard he falls off the bed.
“Okay, baby! Okay!” He shimmies from his pants and underwear, climbing atop you and slowly sliding into you.
“Shit. Shane. Yes.” You moan out, gripping his shoulders as he slowly rolls into you. The painfully slow thrusts are enough to send you through the roof. You try to thrust up against him, but it doesn’t work. You grab his neck with both arms and yank him down against you, throwing your weight into rolling him onto his back. Perching on his cock, knees on either side of his waist, you start to bounce mercilessly, his big hands grabbing your hips as you bounce into a roll. Your hips roll into his, crashing down onto him as you roll into him over and over again. Thin, soft fingers flat against his pecks, fingernails leaving little bite marks on his chest. You tip your head back, letting Shane’s hands massage your rigid body, sitting up to leave kisses in the valley between your breasts as his hands snake around you, hugging you tight to him as he flips you both over so he’s on top again. His tongue traces a taut bud, running down the swell of your breast, down into the valley, pressing a kiss there before tracing up the swell of your other breast and latching onto a nipple there.
Back down the roundness of your breast, his tongue runs along your core, your body pulsating and jumping as the cool air chases the hot, wet stripe Shane leaves.
“Baby,” he whispers, pushing you back down onto the bed before he dips into your sweet heat. His tongue lapping expertly at your sensitive ruby, leaving you arching your back up so high you can’t see Shane. As you come back down, you grip his floppy curls in your fingers and hold tight.
“Shane. Fuck. Yes.” You whine, hips jutting up to meet his mouth. Sitting up, he positions himself at your entrance once more. Slowly, he slides into you, filling you completely. He revels in it, feeling how content he felt at that moment.
“Baby girl, you ready?” He huffs, out of breath as he slowly draws out of you.
“Yes! Yes, Shane! C’mon!” You cry, tugging him down flesh to flesh with you, his warm, hot skin almost melting you into a puddle of hot butter.
“Hold on, baby.” He hushes, hands gripping your hips tightly as his thrusts start to get harder and choppier, sloppy and fast.
“Shane. Yes. Fuck me!” You cry, one arm around his neck, hand braced on his back, the other still tangled in his hair. He obliges, jamming his hips in and out so fast you feel your tummy shake as his cock twitches inside you.
He pulls out, rubbing his throbbing cock onto your swollen, sensitive bud, your orgasm ripping through you with pleasure. Sliding up on your hands, you take his throbbing cock into your mouth, suckling until his hot seed fills your mouth. His hands grip your hair gently as he huffs, out of breath. Swallowing, you find a nearby canteen and take a drink, offering Shane a swig as well. He kindly accepts the offer and snags it from your hands, tipping it back and taking a long swig.
“Hey, baby girl. That was the best sex we’ve ever goddamn had. Holy shit. You need to kill walkers more often. Apparently, it’s fuckin’ liberating for you.” He chuckles, tugging you against his sweat-slicked skin, your eyes dancing proudly over the little angry love marks along his skin.
“Says the guy who was keepin’ his affair with your best friends wife a secret. By the way... How is that workin’ out for ya?” Her gaze flickered around before settling back on him. “N no, not under a rock but not under you either.”
