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Rick Grimes with an intox kink is…
He just love to see you lose your strong willpower and make you all giggly and impressionable
He’ll give you your own special, ‘fun’, mushrooms one night. Coincidentally the sane night he asks to take you in your ass. And your head feels so fuzzy, everything around you looks so bright and colorful… And as he’s pumping you full of his load he doesn’t even know if you’ve noticed that it’s in the wrong hole.
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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
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you're back omg hai!!! I wanted to ask if you could do a little list of do's and dont's or maybe let us know ur boundaries cuz I have lots of deranged thoughts about my man rick and I just don't wanna make u uncomfortable with the heavy stuff :3
Yesss of course, was just about to write one so this was perfect timing.
A good rule of thumb is that I’m into more morally grey writing, in things like non-con the writing will be softer.
Remember that I always have final say in what I write and that I am human <3
I might add onto this later.
ALL MY WRITING IS FICTION AND I AM NOT ENCOURAGING OR CONDONING THE ACTIONS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM IN THE REAL WORLD.
The Okay List
(Light) Non-con, dub-con and CNC
Power in-balances
Restraints
Manipulations, blackmail
Stepcest
Stepdad, boss, dbf, teacher relations
Group scenes
Degradation, humiliation
Implication of weaponry
Intox, hypno, dumbification
GN!reader, afab!reader, fem!reader
Naive!reader
Different AUs
The NOT Okay List
Violent rape scenes
Scat
Emeto
Gore, harm and any form of mutilation
Suicide
Self-harm
Death
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Your idea of characterization is shit btw. Rick wouldn't rape a random woman at gunpoint. Also as a SA survivor, we definitely don't get voluntarily aroused at being sexually assaulted so get that fact straight. Arousal is basically our body betraying us. It's not a reaction we are in control of like you imply.
The request was your first warning, there was warnings that it was non-con + dead dove do not eat. I did everything in my power to prepare you, at some point you have to take responsibility over the content you consume.
There was also no implication that arousal was voluntarily, it was, as you say, a reaction.
I am so sorry for what happened to you and I hope you can find writing that works for you, since this obviously was not.
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you should really expand on the thought of having to suck rick’s cock at gun point like I’m salivating thinking about it
Teehee 🤭
requests are open, we are so back
Warning: contains guns, other weaponry, non-con/dub-con
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
You’ve moved away from your basecamp alone, in desperate need for some cans of food. The supermarket looks pretty bolted up but you spotted a inconspicuous window high up on a wall and decided to try your luck. Some shelves were tipped over, some broken, but as you worked your way through you found a storage room.
Your eyes spotted a cardboard box and in your hungry, desperate state you just dropped your gear and started to rummage through it. In the damp box there was a load of tin-cans, some leaking but multiple intact. Beside you on the floor you started to pile up the useful ones, trying to read some of the drooping labels.
But then you hear a gun click behind you. The blood freezes in your veins and one hundred scenarios flash before your eyes,
“Drop the cans” a husky voice states.
Your hands instinctively let go of the food, brain jumping from the fear of being shot, to your weapons being three feet behind you, to the hunger residing in your gut. Lifting your arms up in the air the show that you’re unarmed.
“Now turn around, slowly.”
You start to rise up but you hear the man behind you tut.
“Stay down.”
The pang of humiliation is faint in contrast to the fear, but it’s still there. But you listen and spin around, still on your knees, and turn to see a tall man pointing a gun straight at you. There’s a shotgun slung over his back, multiple knives strapped to his body and his blue eyes trained at your every movement.
“Aren’t you a pretty lil thing?” He says with a southern drawl, looking you over once before focusing on the box slightly behind you.
An old, ragged tote is thrown to your knees as he uses the mouth of the gun to point at you and then the food.
“Pack everything edible in that bag, now.”
Your hands made quick work of piling the cans, sorting out the already opened ones onto the side. Your eyes leave the food for a second to look over at the man again. He lifts an eyebrow at you, taking half a stride closer to examine your work. As the last can is placed into the bag you twist your body to place it by his feet.
“Put your arms behind your back.”
You move instantly as he glances into the tote and nods approvingly.
“You take orders so well, darlin” the man says, with something dark glittering in his eyes.
He walks up the few steps toward you, gun still aimed at you, as he grips your chin. His calloused thumb drags against your bottom lip before grabbing your cheeks, forcing your face into a ridiculous pout. As he let go slowly your tongue darted out to wet your lips, completely involuntarily.
He groans and moves his hand to his groin, massaging the bulge there. Your eyes widen as you started to put together what was gonna happen. The mans salt-and-pepper beard moved as he smirked popping open the button on his jeans.
“It would be such a waste to let you go now, doll-face” he says as his hand returns to his dick that is hardening in a rapid speed, “especially since you are so good at taking orders, right darlin’?”
His whole face darkens and his eyes bore into your own, as he leans down slightly.
“If I even feel a hint of your teeth I’ll empty the fuckin’ clip” the man hisses at you, pushing the barrel of the gun firmly against your head.
You nodded softly with your heart beating out of your chest, and lifted your hands to pull down his jeans. The cock that springs out is undeniably pretty and perfectly red over the tip. Paired with the rugged good looks of its owner this experience might’ve been enjoyable for you. But then you’re reminded of the weapon and ushered to get to work.
Your tongue darted out to lick at the underside, lips wrapping around his tip. You taste the hint of precum before taking half of his length into your mouth, tentatively bobbing over the first couple of inches.
“Good, that’s good” he grunts, dick twitching as he sees tears starting to roll down your cheeks from the strain.
Hollowing out your cheeks you decide to take in some more of him, desperately trying to make this the best blowjob of your life. Saliva starts to gather at corners of your mouth as you dare to look up at him for the first time, but not before stealing a glance of the gun in his hand first.
“Pull your top down, wanna see your drool over those tits”
With a quick yank your boobs spill out, nipples already pert from the cool air and, despite the circumstances, arousal. The man groans in appreciation.
A big hand splays over the back of your head and you have time to anxiously dart your eyes up to his before he starts to thrust into your mouth, and subsequently down your throat.
The sounds of his pleasure and your gags blend as they ring out into the store, one of your hands resting at the base of his cock and the other landing to cup your clothed pussy.
“Ah, fuck it!”
The curly-haired man seemed to get lost in his pleasure since he decides to fasten his gun into his holster to free up his hands. Grabbing a chunk of your hair to maneuver you over his massive cock, pushing you down until your nose was pressed into the patch of hair at his base. You gargle around his member, more drool bubbling from the edge of your lips.
“That’s it, doll” he moans, “choke on it.”
He lifts his hips slightly to get the very last of his dick stuffed into your mouth, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. When he pulls you off a string of saliva lands on your chin before it drips down onto your exposed chest. He places his dick over your face, pre-cum and your spit leaving sticky trails onto your nose and forehead.
“Aren’t you perfect stress relief?” He asks rhetorically, lifting his cock to slap it over your face a couple of times, “found me food and takes cock like a slut.”
Despite everything you feel your face flush from his words and humiliating actions. He chuckles at you, almost cooing softly before pushing you down onto his cock.
“Too bad I don’t have time to test your other holes, I’m sure they’re lovely” he groans out, thrusting deeper and deeper.
His grunts starts to increase in both volume and frequency, warning you that he’s about to cum, and you begin to mentally prepare yourself for swallowing when he pulls his cock out.
“Stay still, darlin’” he murmurs, eyebrows knitted together, as the hand not jacking himself off with pulls at your hair to put your face in the perfect angle, “I’m gonna paint a pretty picture.”
The last syllable morphed into a groan as he came, hot load landing in ropes over your face. His eyes glittered darkly as he covered you and the utter filthiness of it all made his dick twitch one last time. A few spurts landed on your tits and you keep your eyes trained onto his, mouth slightly agape. He tapped the last drops of cum onto your lips before pulling his pants up again.
He picks up the bag of food you packed and stopped for a second to take in the state of you. Tits out, eyes irritated from tears and face covered in cum. Truly a sight for sore eyes.
“Bye-bye sweetheart, I hope I’ll run into you again” he says with a wink and leaves.
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”Can’t get ‘cha pregnant now, can I?” Rick mumbles, voice straining from the pleasure. “And I just can’t stop cumming inside you, know you’re a slut for it”
You mewl at his words, wiggling your hips, as Rick chuckles at you.
“Yeah, you need a big, warm load in ya, huh sugar?”
You squeak as he pushes his dick to the halt in your ass, clenching tightly around him.
“My little anal slut”.
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Can’t stop thinking about meeting Rick on a scavenging trip and having to suck his cock whilst his gun is pointed at your head <3
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When Panem had mandatory curfews in an attempt to cut crimes there would be Peacekeepers patrolling every street. And Coriolanus always had a knack on finding you.
He’d never burden you with the hefty fine though, just as long as you promised to hurry back home, with his cum leaking down your thighs
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Doctor!Coriolanus Snow x Naive!Reader
power imbalance, dubcon, corruption kink
dead dove do not eat
You’d go in for a full checkup, trying to stay ahead of your health. He checked your blood pressure, reflexes, listening to your breathing.
Doctor Snow has a habit of wanting to work in a cold room, and that’s made very evident from the way your nipples are straining against the thin fabric of your dress, creating two pebbles which made eye contact near impossible for him.
And you’d been so quick to follow his every task, looking up with expectant, nervous eyes. Lifting your arms with barely any prompt, twisting your torso for him to roam his stethoscope over your body. And something dark is starting to tug inside of him, something unstoppable.
“You seem nervous, miss” he starts with a voice full of fake concern, “is there any reason for this?”
Your face flushes and you twist your fingers in your lap.
“Oh.. well, um, it’s just my first, real doctors appointment” you mumble.
First. First. The word rings in Coriolanus’ mind. First means clean, first means uncorrupted. He wants to change that.
“I understand your nerves, miss, but there’s no need for them” he answers with a sweet smile, but he can’t hide the sinister glint in his eyes.
He goes over to his desk, ‘checking’ what else there’s left for him to check.
“Next thing I need to check for is for breast cancer” he states in a professional voice, walking back to the examining table where you’re sitting. “So I need you to lay down and, if you’re comfortable, the exam is best done on bare skin.”
Your eyes shoot up at his face but you’re met with a calm, almost knowing, look. In practically a trance your hands move up to unbutton the three buttons over the bust of your dress before pulling the fabric down to reveal your breasts to him.
It takes everything in Snow to not groan, to not ravage you on sight. But he knows that this is a delicate situation and too much desperation from his side will push it to break. So he just motions for you to lay down, which you do, and he places his hands on of your boobs.
“What I’m doing is checking for lumps” he explains in an attempt to prolong the façade that this is completely routine, “just say the word if I’m pushing too hard.”
His fingers start to move over you, digging into the fat of your breast. To his credit he does do a check for breast cancer. And he makes sure to check both of them very thoroughly. But then he can’t help himself from just touching you.
Roaming his hands over your tits, moving them together and then apart. He moves the tips of his fingers to your nipple, moving in tight soft circles.
And you let out a small, small gasp. It’s embarrassing, a professional just doing his work and you’re about to moan. But the pleasure was so overwhelming, so unexpected.
“There’s a lot of nerves in nipples” Dr Snow starts to explain, focusing on keeping his breathing controlled, “it’s important to check to see if there’s proper blood flow.”
He moves his hands so his knuckles are supporting your tits, either thumb on either nipple as he continues playing with them.
Your lips part and there’s a very faint line from your furrowed brows, but it feels so good that it’s hard for you to stop yourself from moaning.
And the sight is making something else hard, Snows eyes flicking between your boobs in his hands to your face mixed between embarrassment and pleasure. He can’t stop his fingers from giving your nipples a slight pinch and tug before moving away from you.
“Now I only have to give you a gynecological check..” he tries to say authoritatively, and turns around to grab gloves, “may I remove your underwear?”
And you’re in such a haze, brain already slightly fried from his fingers, so you just let your head fall in a nod.
He backs his chair down so he’s sitting by your legs, hands moving up your dress to pull down your pretty panties decorated with flowers. He folds the skirt of your dress over to get a better display of you. He feels his cock twitch obnoxiously in his pants at the sight of wetness that’s already pooling in your slit.
The doctor’s hands spreads you apart, forcing down the groan moving its way up his throat, and moves the tip of his middle finger to your hole. He pushes in gently, your self-made lubrication making it almost too easy, and he hears your breath hitch.
And you’re so tight, almost too tight, around just one of his fingers and it’s making his head spin. It also fills with dirty fantasies and the sight of it disappearing into your heat is not helping. After a few pumps he moves to add a second finger, and it’s a little stretch but you take it so well.
He moves his other hand so his thumb can move over your clit, and your teeth push into your bottom lip to stop every moan threatening to spill out.
“This is another very important nerve” he mutters, putting some extra pressure on your clit to clarify what he means.
His eyes move from your pretty pussy to your face, contorted in pleasure and obviously keeping your sounds in.
“It is very normal, and encouraged, to feel pleasure from this exam, miss” Snow explains, like this is protocol, “it is completely fine to.. emit sounds.”
With the blood for his brain drained to his cock he has a hard time keeping up with professional jargon. Even so his words of calming makes you release your lip from your teeth, letting your mouth hang open at first. But then his fingers graze your g-spot and the moan just falls out.
“To.. um, to make sure everything is working properly I need to bring you to orgasm.”
Coriolanus knows he’s pushing it, but your own words are still ringing in his head. It’s your first, how are you supposed to know this isn’t how doctors treat their patients. Plus after hearing your cunt squelch around his fingers he can’t possibly stop now.
So he’s pushing his fingers into you faster, curling them when they’re in the deepest parts of you, his other hand is working idly against your clit.
Your mouth is now, almost, shamelessly emitting all those sounds you swallowed earlier. He looks up at you with dark eyes, seeing how in your haze of pleasure you had not yet buttoned up your dress again, your tits still on display for him.
He feels you start to clench around his fingers after switching from circles over your clit to moving them back and forth, “yeah? That feel good?” He mutters, desperately wanting to feel you clench like that around his cock.
You feel your stomach starts to twist, legs tensed to the point of shaking and your eyes squeezed closed.
“You’re gonna cum, huh?” Snow taunts, moving his fingers impossibly faster.
And a moment later you’re stunned by white hot pleasure, gushing around his fingers. Every sound is muffled like your ears are stuffed with cotton, you can’t even register the words Doctor Snow are saying as he throws away his gloves before helping you button up your dress. He offers his hand to you and passes you your bag, bidding you adieu.
You’re so out of it that you don’t realize that you’re not wearing your panties as you walk out of his office, unaware that they were placed in Doctor Coriolanus Snows back pocket.
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Introduction
This blog is only for nsfw topics so MDNI!!!!!
Open for requests (character list down below), confessions and other horny thoughts.
If you want softer smut + fluff follow my other account @st0nesnglitter
Characters I write for:
Coriolanus Snow
Sejanus Plinth
Finnick Odair
Peeta Mellark
Haymitch Abernathy (young and canon)
Lip Gallagher
Rick Grimes
Daryl Dixon
Joel Miller
Benedict Bridgerton
More to come <3
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