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✿⁎⋆ PAUL ⇢ *-ALL MINE-* ⇠ LAHOTE ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (Twilight) Paul Lahote x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: you had a few too many drinks at the bonfire.

⇾ Warnings: smut, drunk sex, raw doggin it, light spanking and hair pulling, dirty talk.

It started off with having no drinks, if Paul couldn’t get drunk due to his wolfie ways, than there was no point in you having drinks either, after all you didn’t want to have fun without him. Then slowly, after a lot of convincing from the girls, you had your first drink of the night - and then your second - and then your third. As the night went on, you started to lose count of the drinks you had consumed, all you knew was that Paul looked way too good while he was sat joking around with Embry, Jacob and Quil. He had come to the bonfire in a button up shirt -something extremely out of character for him - and his hair was slightly tousled from the rough housing between the guys. You couldn’t take your eye off him.

After some encouragement from Kim, you had went up to your lover and bugged him until he had enough and dragged you into the house and away from everyone else.

That was how you found yourself bent over the bathroom counter, hands trying to grip onto any surface possible, your hips being relentlessly thrusted into the solid surface as Paul pounded in you from behind. Shameless moans escaped your lips as Paul pressed harder against your back, forcing you further onto the counter, your breasts coming into contact with the icy cold surface. “Fuck-” Paul hissed, he stilled inside you, bending over your body so he could mumble in your ear. “Should’ve heard what they were thinking ‘bout you.” He started. “Wanted to beat the shit out of them.” He thrusted hard once, stilling once again. “But then I thought how much better it would be if I fucked you close enough so they could hear you.” He felt as you clenched around his length, thighs quivering at the thought of the other pack member listening in on you and Paul. “Yeah… you like that? Want them to hear your desperate little whining.” You frantically nodded your head, unable to give a response as a shockwave of pleasure filled your body when you felt his fingers meet your clit.

Paul let out a growl as he heard some of the guys groaning and telling him to quiet down, only stirring him up to do more.

He pulled away from your body, his chest no longer pressed up against your back, as he continued his relentless thrusting. “Paul!” You cried out, his fingers picking up pace the more he fucked into your tight hole. One hand moved down in order to grip onto Paul’s forearm, nails digging into his flesh as you attempted to pull his hand away from your sensitive bud, only enforcing him to continue.

“That’s right.. say my name.” He growled, his voice deep and intimidating, giving you a light pinch that earned a yelp from your quivering lips.

Your head lifted up from the bench and your eyes met his in the mirror in front of the both of you. “Say-” thrust “my-” thrust “fucking-” thrust “name!”

You were certain your hips would be more than bruised by tomorrow morning, but that didn’t stop you from biting your lip and back arching from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck Paul!” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open and grasp his reaction.

His brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched s he pulled out of your seeping hole, reaching a hand down to rub his tip against your clit and nudge your tight entrance. A smirk showed on his face as he watched you attempt to push back against him to fit his entire length into your already red and bruised cunt. His other hand moved up to your hair, gripping a makeshift pony tail and pulling you back so you were stood up and pressed up against him. “I can’t hear you.” He whispered tauntingly in your ear causing you to shiver at his tone of voice.

“Please, Paul! Need you so bad.” You whined, rubbing your ass against his rock hard dick. “Want you in me.” Your eyes began to water the more you grew desperate, wanting nothing more than for Paul to man handle you with all his wolf strength.

The man behind you was staring down at your ass, watching the way it moved against his pulsing dick. He let out a groan, “want, or need?”

Immediately you began sputtering out words, “need, need you Paul. Please fuck me, need you so much.”

Relief filled your body as he removed himself from you, and once again his dick was at your entrance. “Love hearing my pretty girl beg.” He grunted before shoving his cock past your clenched walls, receiving a drawled out moan in response.

There was no time to be bashful about your moans when Paul’s cock was hitting further than ever, brushing past your sensitive walls and pounding into your dripping hole. It didn’t take much longer before you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach growing rapidly, your moans only growing in pitch and volume before your entire body began to convulse.

Even as he watched your orgasm hit, he didn’t slow down, continuing after your orgasm had finished and your body was twitching at the sensitivity, only opting to slow down as he reached his own climax.

He stilled inside you, pressing as close as he could to your body, allowing for his seed to fill deep in your begging hole, brain clouded due to lust and not thinking of the repercussions.

You could hear his heavy breathing over your own, added with quiet growling and grunts, had your body not been so sensitive after the prior orgasm than you would have happily pushed back against him to continue the moment.

‘Finished yet?’

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✿⁎⋆ BRANDON ⇢ *- SCARED -* ⇠ CARVER ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (The Walking Dead) Brandon Carver x gn!reader

⇾ Summary: Brandon doesn’t return at his usual time.

⇾ Warnings: slight angst.

Not being rostered on for trips to gather supplies meant staying back and doing anything that was need back at camp, for you, you were stuck preparing meals for the night, probably one of the most boring jobs out of them all, safest, but boring.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend Carver was outside the walls and gathering more food as the camp was running low on stock. You knew it was getting harder and harder to find it as all the nearby areas were raided a long time ago. This meant that the group that was hunting would be out longer than usual in order to go further.

Whenever Carver was gone, you were always left terrified that he wouldn't make it back, you were well aware of how eager Pope was to sacrifice his people and claim it on the 'Gods' decisions. Any day now, Carver could leave and never return and you would be left alone in a group you didn't feel connected with, nor could you trust.

You tensed up as the door opened behind, assuming that Pope was checking in to see your progress. "Just me." Leah's voice sounded from behind you. Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a breath of relief, turning to the girl behind you. "What are you making?" She asked, walking up to you and sending you a friendly smile.

"I don't know you. Can't really think about making meals at the moment." You admitted, avoiding her gaze.

"Is it Carver?" She questioned, head tilted to the side as she attempted to read your expression. Once you nodded her head, she let out a light chuckle. "Carver's strong, one of the strongest as a matter of fact. He's a tough one to kill. I wouldn't worry too much about him." She tried to reassure you, but it was difficult to ease your mind when all you could imagine was your lover not returning home.

"I know he is, but that doesn't stop me from worrying. We don't know what kind of people could be out there. All it takes is one person that knows what they're doing, or even one rotter that he didn't notice and he wouldn't be returning back home." Your paranoid mind had left you to ramble, panicking even more as time went on.

Leah stood in front of you, grabbing a hold of your arms and making you face her. "Relax. Carver is fine. If he wasn't then he would've signaled. You underestimate him and the others." She replied. "Now, let's get these meals made. We don't need a whiny Pope on our case now, do we?" She exclaimed.

Now you were really beginning to worry. The bonfire had been lit almost an hour ago, food being passed around in the progress and Carver and his group were yet to return. Pope had already given his stupid speech about how 'God more than likely chose them to be the next sacrifice,' and if it weren't for the comforting hand on your back from the girl sat beside you, you were certain you would've slapped the glasses off the man.

Your food was left untouched as your appetite was long gone, you couldn't eat knowing that Carver could be out there dead.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn't even noticed as some of the group got up and ran to the gate, rushing to open the doors. It took for Leah to aggressively shake your shoulders for your attention to be redirected from the fire to the gate, where you saw a familiar head of black long hair. The sigh that you let out was one of relief, your head falling forward and resting in your hands. "Told you he'd be fine." Leah whispered in your ear, patting you on the back and departing from you to go speak with the group.

"Hey, gotcha somethin'." You didn't even let him show you what he got as you ran over and jumped into his arms, almost knocking him down due to the force. "Woah." He mumbled, arms wrapping around you and holding you close. "You okay?" He questioned, concern in his voice.

"Am I okay?" You pulled back to look him in the eyes. "No, I'm not okay, Brandon. I thought you were dead." You exclaimed.

He held some jewelry up as his response, a simple necklace with a heart pendant, on the back saying 'forever and always'. Had this been any other scenario, you would've been beyond happy at the gift, but your mind was so clouded with anger and fear that you couldn't even think properly. "Got a bit caught up gettin' you this." He explained, a smile forming on his face.

"Seriously? You had me thinking you were dead for a necklace?" Your reaction wasn't the one he was expecting, causing his smile to drop. Once you noticed his reaction, you immediately calmed down, trying to think rationally. "It's very pretty, thank you. But the only think I want from you, is you coming back when your supposed to, not hours later. You had me freaking out the entire time, even Pope was believing you were dead." You spoke more softly, eyes never leaving his own.

"I'm sorry. Couldn't help myself when I saw it. It reminded me of you so I knew I had to get it. I split away from the guys and when I came back they were surrounded by rotters, that's why it took so long for us to come back. But no one got hurt, okay?" He explained, hand reaching up to your face, resting the palm of his against your cheek.

You tilted your head into his hand, finding comfort in the way his thumb caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have snapped at you. You just worry me some times." You mumbled.

"I know I do." He responded. He pulled his hand away from your face and moved to unclip the necklace, gesturing for you to turn around so he could clip it around your neck.

Your own smile grew as you stared down at the heart pendant, reaching up to grasp it in the palm of your hand. "See, now I'll always be with you." He stated playfully.

"That doesn't reassure me, Brandon."

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✿⁎⋆ BRANDON ⇢ *- ARGUMENTS -* ⇠ CARVER ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (The walking dead) Brandon Carver x gn!reader

⇾ Summary: you insists that the both of you should leave the Reapers and Brandon gets upset.

⇾ Warnings: slight angst.

You had been thinking about it for a while now, running away. The first time you debated on whether or not it would be a good idea, was when Brandon had come back to your shared bedroom all bloody and bruised. While on a hunt he had made a mistake, which ultimately resulted in a beating from Pope and some of the other camp members. Ever since that day he had become more ruthless than ever, even at times he would express his anger onto you, although he always hid it under the excuse of him just trying to protect you.

You were scared, not only for yourself but for Brandon more than anything. He had such a valuable role in the camp, being one of the main guys that went out and fought a lot, you always feared that one day he wouldn't make it back to your room, and you were growing sick of that constant fear.

His eyes were trained on you, head tilted slighting as he examined the way that you were lost in thought. "Babe.." he called out, attempting to gain your attention. You gave no reaction, not even noticing that he was speaking to you. "Y/n!" He stood in front of you, snapping his fingers in your face, finally bringing you out of your state. "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours?" He questioned, frowning as he wasn't met with your usual smile.

A sigh escaped your lips. "I've been thinking..." you trailed off, debating whether or not it was a good idea to tell him the truth. You hesitated for a bit before finally coming to the conclusion that you would tell him what you were thinking about. "I think we should leave." You admitted, meeting his eyes bashfully.

His gaze hardened as he stared down at you. "What?" He snarked, brows furrowing and and jaw slacking as he went to respond but nothing came out. He moved away from you, letting out a scoff and shaking his head. "No, don't ever suggest something like that again." He spat, rolling his eyes and walking out of the room.

You would've liked to say that you were left completely and utterly shocked by his reaction, but the truth was, you weren't. You had grown accustomed to these kind of responses whenever you said something he wasn't too fond of. He would leave before getting a response, and then wouldn't return until the next day, sometimes even more.

Tears welled in your eyes as you stared at the door that he had walked through and closed on his way out. All you wanted was for him to be safe, and you didn't even get the opportunity to explain that to him.

You hadn't expected a return from him, believing that it would take him until the next day for him to show his face to you again, but as you lay in bed - prepared to go to sleep all alone which was something you had grown a habit of - you heard the door opening and closing.

Your head shot up, thinking that somebody else had entered the room, only to frown as you saw Brandon stood with a guilty expression on his face. "What's wrong?" You asked, presuming that something else had happened while he was gone.

He walked further into the room, yanking at the belt that held all his weapons, before proceeding to aggressively undo his jacket and throwing that somewhere on the floor. His shirt followed shortly after and then his cargo pants. He was left in nothing more than his boxers when he walked over to the other side of the bed and laid down beside you.

You were left confused as he tugged you close to him and insisted that you laid your head on his warm chest. His arms wrapped around you, tightly hugging you as if you were trying to escape from his hold. "Brandon..? What's going on?" You questioned.

"Sorry I left like that, but you can't ever suggest somethin' like that again, alright? If someone had of heard you, they would've reported back to Pope and you would've been thrown into the fire or somethin' worse. As much as I want you get the fuck away from this place, we can't. Not yet at least." He caved in and finally explained why he left so quickly earlier. "You have to understand, I'm not gonna entertain a conversation that could result in your death." He mumbled, making sure his voice was kept in a hushed whisper so that anyone outside couldn't hear him.

Your body relaxed, happy to hear that he wasn't actually mad at you, but at the situation you were both stuck in. "I'm sorry. It just sucks seeing you have to do all the dirty work. I don't like the way he treats you and the fact that you can be gone for so long and I don't even know if your still alive most days." Your voice broke as you explained your side of the argument, not even wanting to imagine the day that he doesn't return home.

"That ain't gonna happen, alright? And- and if somethin' does go wrong, just know I fought my hardest to be back here with you. Your the only thing keepin' me goin'. Had you not been here, than I would've given up a long time ago." He placed a kiss on your forehead, hand rubbing up and down your clothes back to reassure you.

A tear rolled down your cheek at his words. "I'm so scared, Brandon. What if you don't come back one day? What am I supposed to do? I can't stay here by myself." You sobbed, pressing your face harder into his chest once the tears flooded.

"It'll all be okay, you hear me? Nothing will happen." He replied, trying to soothe you, but it was no use, the thought was already in your head and there was no way you would be able to calm down. "I'd kill every person left on earth before I leave you alone with Pope."

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✿⁎⋆ BRANDON ⇢ *- LOVERS THROUGH HEAD -* ⇠ CARVER ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (The Walking Dead) Brandon Carver x gn!reader

⇾ Summary: he punishes you with pleasure (for himself)

⇾ Authors note: how is there basically no fics for him :(

⇾ Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving) head pushing

“Suck.”

Metal pressed against the side of your head yet your eyes never left the man stood up in front of you, even as he demanded you never looked away from his harsh stare, opting to reaching up and grabbing a hold of the hardening dick that was shoved in front of your face. You stroked his length, feeling it harden beneath your touch before leaning forward and placing the tip to your lips, ignoring the salty taste that flooded your senses as soon as he the tip slipped through. He let out a hiss as your teeth grazed his sensitive flesh, “bite and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.” He threatened, knocking the gun against your head once again as if to remind you of the weapon that was being constantly aimed at you.

You didn’t even know the man’s name, didn’t even know he existed until 10 minutes prior, yet here you were, on your knees and ready to give him a performance he would remember. There wasn’t much more to it, he was a guy that you found attractive, had a weapon and was willing to use it, even the way he interrogated you had you ready to drop to your knees and pleasure him until you no longer couldn’t. It didn’t matter how much he tried to come of as intimidating because it only turned you on more.

He tried to cover up the groan but as he felt the warm walls of your mouth hugging his now hardened cock, he couldn’t help but relish in the feeling. He caught glimpse of the amusing glint in your eye, and that had the man reaching to the back of your head and shoving his dick all the way into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat until he heard the gagging sound. He pulled back, sending you a smirk of his own once his eyes met your teary ones.

His hand never left your head, instead choosing to tangle his fingers into your hair, that way he could either take control or pull away if need be.

The pace of which you sucked him off, started off slowly and steady, trying to find the rhythm, before giving up once you felt him consistently nudging your head further down his length and giving him all you’ve got.

Your eyes slipped away from his own as you mentally prepared for taking his entire length down your throat willingly. Your fists clenched and slowly you let him slip further until your nose was almost pressed against his pelvis. This time he didn’t hesitate to let out a groan, holding you in place so you wouldn’t be able to see his reaction to the pleasure he was receiving from someone he was supposed to be getting information from. Once he finally let you pull back, you were gasping for air as you let his dick fall from between your lips, instead deciding to use your hand while you caught your breath.

“Too much for you?”

It was like he was begging for you to prove him wrong as he sent you - yet another - taunting smile, his pearly white teeth on display when he bit his bottom lip. His hair was out and a few strands were hung in front of his face making him look all the more attractive, it was concerning how hot someone could look during an apocalypse.

You rolled your eyes, “making sure you don’t finish too early.” You snarked, playfully glaring at him but not waiting for his response as you immediately went back to his aching tip, you sucked hard, tongue flicking at the slit and hearing a grunt from the man above. You swirled your tongue around his tip one final time before returning back to your prior job, picking up the pace this time around.

Once you felt the tugging at your hair, you knew his climax was reaching. You moaned around him, the added vibrations nearing him faster.

It was only seconds later and you once again found yourself pressed up to his pelvis, cock shoved deep into your throat before feeling the warm sensation spurt out. “Fuck…” he groaned lowly, jaw clenching and body tensing. He pulled out slowly, expecting you to swallow every drop and not let anything spill, nodding in approval as your tongue was stuck out revealing nothing left in your mouth.

You let out a content sigh, turning to the man that was laying beside you. “Who would’ve thought we’d end up together?” You pondered after reminiscing on the day that you met him.

“You’ve got a way with your words,” Brandon responded nonchalantly, leaning over to place a kiss against your lips. “And your mouth.”

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