#shane walsh fanfiction
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Wellllllll…… I just read one Rec from someone and holy. Stepdad Rick isn’t my thing but still hot. I was thinking what if it was Shane instead. Or Daryl. Sneaking around behind Rick’s back. But ugh, Rick is so hot tho. Decisions decisions. More like Dad’s best friend maybe?
now that’s hot as hell. Idk who Dad would be but best friend trope could work for any combination possible I would think… (all of them!? 🙈 short of a orgy, I can’t see either Dixon putting up with Shane even for something like that but hey)
been thinking about this every hour since it appeared in my inbox… (Shane is my guilty pleasure fr. would let him do disgusting things to me)
I think I’m seeing your vision… lemme know what you think💗
PICK YOUR POISON
(Rick & Shane & Daryl x fem!reader)
warnings- 18+, smut, alcohol consumption, smoking, references of sex, multiple partners, the boys are kinda pervs but it’s ok cause ur legal and this is fiction <3 2.1k word count
You open the door to the garage and make your way down the stairs. Not even bothering to slip any shoes on. Your mom keeps the epoxy floors absolutely pristine, so there’s really no reason. Plus, your toenail polish is still a little tacky. Bright, bubble gum pink polish and a silver toe ring adorning your foot. The smell of liquor and smoke has filled the garage. Accompanied by the deep, rugged voices and dry laughs coming from your fathers closest friends.
“You know mom hates it when you smoke in the house.” You say all matter of fact, leaning up against the bar-tops, marble counter. You can feel your tank top strap slipping down your shoulder. But the animalistic looks coming from your dads three closest friends, force you to let it drop. To let them see.
Your father puts his cigarette out in the ash tray on the bar. Rolling his eyes at you. “Well good thing we’re in the garage then.”
You ignore his attitude.
“Mom needs you.”
“For what?”
“To drop her off at Cindy’s.”
He seems irritated. But all five of you can hear the rain. There’s no way any half decent husband should let his wife walk to her monthly book club meeting in this weather.
“Just- keep your mouth shut about the smokes. And grab everyone another drink. Make sure they don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.” You father jokes, ruffling up Daryl’s hair on his way to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.
You wave an innocent goodbye as you watch him through the garage door windows, backing out of the driveway. Your mother in the passenger seat, smiling sweetly at you.
“Well… whatcha drinkin’?” You ask Rick, who’s sat in the middle. Glass empty, with a lone, melting ice cube clinking around in the bottom.
“Rum and coke.” He answers, licking his lips.
“Spiced?” You ask. A flirty smile playing on your face as you bite your bottom lip.
They’re all staring. Jaws clenched and breathing slowly.
You know what you’re doing. You can tell by the way they’re all looking at you. You can practically see the wheels turning in their brains.
They shouldn’t be thinking this way about their friends daughter. About their best friends little girl. Well… not so little anymore. You’d just turned 21. Hell, they were at the party. Giving you the exact same looks they’re giving you right now.
The ones they definitely shouldn’t be.
But they are.
They’re thinking about your thin, frilly, pyjama shorts, and how they can see the purple g string pulled up over your hips. How they can see your belly ring through the fabric of your tank top, and imagining what it would feel like against their lips as they kiss their way down your stomach. And you know they’re thinking about bending you over the bar counter and taking turns at fucking you until they hear the sound of your dads diesel pulling into the driveway. How you’d have to play pretend for your father, ignoring the fact that your panties are soaking through with three different men’s cum, and maybe even a mix of your own. The salty liquids threatening to drip down your inner thigh as you politely excuse yourself from the garage. Coming up with any bullshit excuse to go lay on your bed and rub your clit until you’re seeing stars. Imagining each of their faces in between your legs, spreading you open and eating you up.
You know they’re thinking it, because you are too. It’s the only thing you can think about in this moment, while pouring Rick a double spiced rum and coke. Taking a sip and then handing it him. Making sure your fingers touch.
When you turn to ask Shane what he wants, he gets up. Insisting that you won’t know how to make an old fashioned. You only just turned 21 after all. You probably haven’t even had one before.
But he’s wrong. They’re your dads favourite and you’d been making them for him since you were 16. But you didn’t tell Shane that. Instead you let him walk around the bar, come up behind you and press himself against your back. Letting a tiny gasp escape at the feeling of his, very hard, cock pressing into your bum. Pushing you even further against the counter. His chest is warm against you. And his hands are big and calloused as he guides your own, pouring the perfect amount of bitters, simple syrup and bourbon over a huge, king sized ice cube that he’d retrieved from the freezer.
Finally, taking a slice of orange, meticulously cut up and organized in little containers on the bar top. It was something your mother was always very fond of; organizing the liquors and the garnishes, ensuring that your father could host a proper poker night or barbecue. Or whatever the fuck they stayed up all night doing in their little man cave. Not knowing that you were upstairs, awake and playing with your favourite vibrator, listening to their rock music through your bedroom floor.
“And then you twist it, like this…” Shane’s lips are actually brushing your ear. And you don’t mean to, but your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. His free hand moves to your waist as he tosses the orange peel in the drink, lifting it up and bringing the cold glass to your lips.
“Try it.” He says. And though you can’t see him because he’s still behind you, you can hear the smirk in his voice.
You take a sip. A small one. Immediately scrunching your face at the two men still sitting across you. Their lips curl into an amused smile as they watch you swallow the amber liquid.
“Not my favourite.” You whisper as Shane leans back. Only for a second before he’s turned you around and trapped you once more, back to the bar this time.
“Well we did forget one thing,” He says, reaching over to a jar on the counter. Maraschino cherries. Your favourite.
“And I know how much you like these.” He teases, referring to all the cherries he caught you adding to your piña coladas at a neighbors pool party only a couple weeks ago.
He dips a single cherry in the drink. Taking it by the stem and lifting it to your mouth. You don’t hesitate in wrapping your lips around it. The bitter taste of the bourbon on the fruit doesn’t last long. A sweet, sugary syrup bleeds over your tastebuds as you bite into the cherry. And a moan manages to escape your throat. It’s quiet. You think maybe it was subtle enough to go unnoticed. But the smile on Shane’s lips and the dry laugh coming from behind you, tell you that it didn’t.
Shane is still pushed up against you, cock strained in his jeans and pressed right against your stomach. His hand gripping your hip and forcing you to stay against the counter. And the way he’s looking down at you. Fuck, the way they’re all looking at you. Watching you start to squirm under their gaze.
“It’s good.” You swallow. Trying to maintain a confident, big girl attitude. But truthfully, you just want them to peel your clothes off, and let you melt into their arms as you cum all over their cocks.
“Daryl’s drink is still empty, sweetheart.” Rick’s gravelly voice pulls you back.
“Right.”
Shane gives your hip one last squeeze before he walks back to his barstool. Next to Rick. They cheers quietly and sip on their drinks. Watching intently as you try to compose yourself.
“What’s your poison?” You turn to the last man, lighting what was probably his second or third cigarette of the night. Glancing up at you and taking a draw. Slowly inhaling and exhaling. And though your mother was not a fan, you fucking loved it. You wanted to crawl onto his lap and have him blow the smoke right between your lips as you rode his cock, letting the other two men watch and touch themselves to the sight of you getting off on another guy.
But you didn’t.
“Just a beer, sunshine.” He pushes his empty glass forward for you. You grab it and put it in the dishwasher. Grabbing a brand new, frosted mug from the freezer.
“Which one?”
“Bud’s fine.”
You grab a bottle and skillfully pour it into the mug, coming around the bar this time to hand it to him. Intentionally placing yourself between him and Rick, reaching over and setting the glass in front of him.
To no one’s surprise, you feel a warm hand on the small of your back. Rick’s fingers tracing dangerously close to the thin band of your panties.
“Those are really bad for you, y’know.”
You get bold again. Stepping onto the foot rest of Rick’s barstool, and taking a seat right on his lap. The hand on your back only helping guide you on to him. Quickly finding its way around your waist as you make yourself comfortable.
Daryl only grunts. Hiding a smile at your silly comment. He’d seen you smoke. Hell, he’d snuck out of multiple dinner parties to have one with you.
“You gonna share?” You ask.
Hesitantly he hands it over, and you take it with two fingers. Taking a long drag in and then turning to face Rick again, before you slowly exhale. Trying to focus the smoke onto his lips more than anything.
“What the hell would your father think if he could see you right now?” Shane asks, leaning back in his chair and palming the hard on, still evident in his jeans.
“Think he’d probably try and beat you’re asses.” You say. And while you’re answering Shane, your focus is solely on Rick. The scruff on his face. His bright blue eyes, taunting you and begging you to lean in. Just an inch closer so that he can catch your lips.
“Think he’d win?” Rick asks, glancing down at your own lips.
“Not a chance.” You smile.
He closes the space between you, and you taste rum on the tongue that traces yours. Rick’s hand going to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you blindly try to put the cigarette out on the ashtray. You start to move. Trying to maneuver your position so that you’d have a leg on either side of him, straddling his very apparent bulge. But right as you start to moan against his mouth, you hear the truck pull up and park. Practically jumping off of Rick and standing in between him and Daryl’s barstools. Fixing your hair as the heat rises to your cheeks. The men chuckle at your flustered appearance. Waiting for their friend to enter through the side door of the garage.
“Hi dad.” You say, smiling politely and pulling your tank top down to cover the strip of skin visible where it had previously rode up.
“Hey, hun. Glad to see they weren’t too much trouble for ya.” You father aproaches and slaps a hand on Shane’s back. Sitting down next to him and grabbing the pack of smokes from his jacket pocket.
“Y’wannanother drink, daddy?” You ask. Daryl clears his throat. And you see Ricks eyes go wide as Shane tries to hide his smile.
“Please. Old fashioned, darling. Y’want some of that pink stuff we found last week? Bubbly… something or other. It’s in the fridge.”
You watch Shane the whole time that you make the old fashioned. Clearly showing him that you knew exactly how your dad liked it. Carefully placing the cocktail on the counter in front of them.
“Thanks doll.” Your dad says, continuing to smoke his cigarette. Reaching over the counter and handing one to Rick who lights it. Watching you the whole time. Tendrils of smoke, floating up to the ceiling of the garage. You turn around. Bending over and being sure to stay searching for the bottle of rosé about thirty seconds longer than you really needed to. You pour a glass as the men discuss what the next move was. What they should do for the night. Considering it’s still a work night, and they all have a supply run pretty early in the morning.
“You wanna play some cards, sweetie?” Your dad asks. You scrunch your nose at him, taking a nice long sip of your sparkling wine.
“What? You got somewhere better to be?” Shane teases.
You huff a semi-annoyed breath, looking around for a spare stool. Even though you already knew there were only 4. Ricks eyes glimmer as he pats his left thigh, inviting you back on.
To your surprise, your dad pays you no mind, already starting to shuffle the deck of cards as you hesitantly take your seat back on top of Rick. Loving the way his hand curls around your thighs and tugs you even further on top of him. And the the way that Shane looks a little jealous that he hadn’t offered first. And you’re especially loving the way Daryl shifts on his stool just the tiniest bit closer, so that his leg grazes yours every now and then.
“All right, here’s the rules…” You hear your dad starts to explain, already dealing you each some cards. But you don’t hear him. You don’t even look in his direction. You’re way too focused on the taste of Rick that lingers on your lips, and the way your clit is actually fucking pulsing. Begging for attention. And truthfully, your mind can’t help but wander, thinking about what might have happened if your dad had taken any longer to get back home.
part 2
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(I’m picturing readers dad as Tobin in Alexandria. Someone like that at least. With a Carol-esque mother. But picture whoever you’d like! Just thought I’d share what I was kinda thinking…)
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"Not So Tough Now, Darlin?"
"Not So Tough Now, Darlin?" Shane Walsh x You
Warning: dubcon, Shane drunk fucking you, inspired by that one moment at the CDC except it's mostly consensual, brutal fuck, hair pulling, darling/darlin, fem!reader
Words: 650
Special mentions: @versatilehater @sinsandsweetness @dustbunniess
Daydreaming about Shane Walsh drunk-hate fucking you.
You and Shane never got along, he was always stubborn and a hot head, you saw his obsession with Lori and even called him out on several occasions. You and Shane have always butted heads, yelling at each other but neither of y'all could deny the sexual tension between you two. You always caught Shane staring at your ass in those short dresses and skirts you loved to wear. This time he wasn't letting it slide.
He continued his assault on your hole, tightening his grip on your bruised waist as you were bent over the counter. He was a drunken angry mess and abused your body as you trembled beneath him. Precum was slipping from his cock as he thrusted into you, making you a wet mess.
You moaned and whimpered, “Fuck, please slow down!”, you tried to protest but he covered your mouth and whispered in you ear, “You’re going to fucking take it look a good girl, you’ve been nothing but a brat to me, flaunting your ass with those tiny ass skirts you wear. You didn't think I’d snap one of these days and just bend over your ass and fuck you stupid, darlin?”
Your eyes widen and was filled with tears, your legs were shaking as he thrusted that big veiny cock of his, and fuck it was huge. You winced everytime he thrusted into your aching hole, moving your soaked panties to the side as you were still wearing them. You tried to protest again but his rageful drunken thrusts made you stumble and you couldn’t take it anymore. You fell to your knees and tried to crawl away but he grabbed you by your braids harshly and made you face him, his eyes were glossy and red, “Where are you goin, sweetheart? You ain't running away from me.” He then picked you up over his shoulders and sat down on a chair nearby.
He then bent you over on his chair and pressed his bulge against that tiny skirt of yours. You felt his bulge against his jeans, making you even more wet.
“Fuck,” He groans as he rips your soaked panties off, “You're so fucking wet sweetheart..”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. You were at his mercy, completely vulnerable and exposed in this moment.
Shane's hands shook as he pulled your skirt up, revealing your bare ass to him. He gripped your hips tightly, positioning himself between your legs. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a raw intensity that made your heart race even faster.
"You think I don't know how much you want this?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "How much you crave my cock inside you? You can deny it all you want darling, but I see the way you look at me. The way you flaunt yourself around, knowing exactly what effect it has on me."
You bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze as shame and desire battled within you. You knew Shane was right - there had always been an undeniable attraction between you two, despite your frequent clashes. And now, here you were, about to be taken by force by the very man you couldn't help but fantasize about.
Shane's thrusts became more violent as he pulled your braids, his hips slamming against yours in a brutal rhythm that left you gasping for air. His rough hands dug into your soft flesh, leaving bruises and marks on your arms and shoulders. You struggled to maintain balance as he continued to pound into you, his cock stretching you wider than ever before. He drunkenly fucked your pussy, groaning and getting rougher with you by the second as you stumble and tremble beneath him, "Always acting so tough huh? Not so tough now darlin, ain't that right?”
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A long road ahead
Shane Walsh x Female!Reader
summary: bored in the car with your boyfriend you decide to make the drive a bit more fun for both of you.
warnings: pet names, explicit language, explicit content, teasing, exhibitionism, masturbation, oral sex, unprotected sex, car sex, pure smut, not much plot to it
word count: 2.2k
a/n: i literally got the idea and then sat down and wrote it in like the same day? Had to get it out of the system before I work on some bigger projects, hope you'll enjoy it!
You watch the not so well, lit road from the passenger's seat of your car while Shane drives you both to a little party at one of your old friend's place, a couple of cities over. It's not a short drive, but you figured it won't be too bad on a Friday evening, and you quickly realize your assumption was correct. It's not bad, but it is boring, the road is long, and you start to get bored...quickly.
You turn to your boyfriend, watching as he skips through the radio station for a bit before setting on something that seemed semi familiar to both of you. He clears his throat, tilting his head to the side, as he goes back to watching the road in front of him. Your eyes linger on his arms for a bit, the fabric of his t-shirt tight around his bicep as he grips the steering wheel after changing the gear. You trace your eyes down his body, from his rough side profile, over that pretty neck, down to his broad shoulders, his chest and the down and down and lower until you stop right between his legs.
Your mind wanders, pretty quickly finding its way back to yours and Shane's favorite ways of passing the time together, and you suck your lower lip in between your teeth.
Watching him for another moment, with your mind occupied by the memories of his body, your hand slowly finds it way under your dress and make up your mind the second your boyfriend's voice brings you back to him.
“You okay?”
He asks, eyebrows pulled together as he turns from the road to you and back to the road again.
“Yeah.”
You answer quickly, and he glances over at you again, scrunching his nose up slightly as he does his best to figure out if you mean it or not.
“You sure?”
“I'm fine, Shane, watch the road.”
You instruct him, and he does as he's told. After turning to face the window on your side of the car, you prop your head in your palm and watch the dark buildings pass by behind the glass. It doesn't take more than a couple of minutes for your brain to wander back into the place Shane managed to, oh so effortlessly, pull you out off.
Rubbing your thumb over your thigh, you slowly move your palm higher and higher up your leg before pushing it under the fabric of your dress.
“What are-”
Shane starts, catching your hand move out the corner of his eye, but chokes on his own words once he turns his head to look at you, his eyes immediately falling between your legs. His jaw drops, eyes widen when he registers the subtle movements of your hand under the fabric, and you take this opportunity to make the ride a bit more interesting for both of you. Lifting your ass up from the seat, you quickly pull your black panties down, opening your legs slightly to allow them to fall onto the floor of the car.
“Shit-”
He curses, dropping his hand to the now, growing bulge in his jeans, doing his best to keep the car in the right lane without looking at the road too much.
“Wait- wait wait wait - fuck what-”
He tries, but you speak over him.
“I'm sooooo fucking bored, Walsh.”
You tease him with a whine, pulling the dress up just enough for him to catch the glimpse of your pussy before finally touching yourself properly.
Humming, satisfied with the sensation, you rub your fingers over your center for a moment before spreading your legs open some more to focus on the clit.
“Shane! The road!”
You point out after a moment, realizing he probably didn't look away from you since the panties brushed over your ankles. He doesn't listen, reaching his hand over to your side, trying to touch you.
“Don't-”
You push his hand away, and nod towards the road in front of the car.
“Walsh! You want me to call the cops on you? Watch the damn road!"
You warn, hand never slipping away from your center as you address him directly.
“God- fuck-, god damn it!”
He huffs, slamming his hand into the steering wheel, frustrated as he focuses back on not causing a major car wreck before reaching over and pushing your hand away from your pussy.
“Don't fucking do that then.”
He warns you, and you give him a shocked smirk.
"Or?"
You push your hips forward, the hand immediately back between your legs.
"Hey! What'd I just say, what-"
Shane glances between you and the road, trying to focus on both things at once, but you won't let him win.
"What'd i say?!"
He warns, harsh, loud voice fills the car but, you know him, it doesn't work on you.
Propping your knee on the ledge by the window, you spread your legs open even more, making sure to turn in his direction slightly, wanting him to get the best view possible.
“Oh, I don't know...didn't hear you."
You point out as you continue to rub your fingers over your clit, feeling the warmth between your legs growing more and more the more you touched yourself, but most likely the more he watched you do it. It wasn't the first time you did shit of this sort in the car, but it was the first time you decided to not let touch you, at least not yet. You wanted to tease and get to him, and that's exactly what you wear doing. Judging by the now, completely hard cock staining against the fabric of his jeans, you deserved some praise.
You moan theatrically, earning yourself another “made you look" point before, he glares into the mirror and onto the side of the road.
“I'm pulling over-.”
“Don't!”
You protest.
"Yeah, you think I'm gonna listen to you now?"
He mumbles, eyebrow raised as he glares at you and into the mirror again.
"Think I'm gonna-"
“You pull over, I'll stop. You got that?”
He turns to you quickly one more time, and you know if looks could kill, Shane Walsh would be a murdered right now.
“You're on- real thin ice right now, you know that-”
He warns you, but you manage to cut him off yet again, the wet sounds of your fingers slipping inside you cuts off any sort of communication between his brain and his lips.
You watch the way his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel as you continue to do to yourself, what he wishes he was doing right now, when the car suddenly stops.
The intersection feels like a gift from God when the red light forces him to stop the truck.
Fighting with the buckle of his belt with one hand, he undoes the seatbelt and leans over to your side of the car before ducking down, between your legs. You slip your fingers out and lift your hips up slightly to make it easier while he grunts into you. Your mouth falls open and eyes shut tight when you feel his tongue press hard against your sensitive clit.
“Oh shit- oh shit.”
You push his head harder against you, the short, buzzed hair prickling your palm while he hums loudly, licking up your slick. Digging your nails into his back, you attempt to pull him even closer, feeling the climax building up deep under your bellybutton. You don’t even dare to think about it too much, but to be completely honest, you’re pretty sure, despite the late hour, if someone looked at the car even for a moment, they’d figure out what was going on.
“Shane-”
You half gasp, half moan when the green hue of the streetlight snaps you out of the pleasant moment.
“Fuck- Shane!”
Taping the side of his head with your hand, you attempt to get his attention, but he only lifts his head up once the car behind you hooks impatient.
“Fuuu-”
He pushes his head up, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand quickly before doing his best to frantically get the car in gear before stepping on the gas. Your slick shines on his lips in the lights of the streetlamps while he speeds down the main road, pushing his hand into his boxers at the same time. You watch the fabric move as he strokes his cock again and again and again, biting into your lower lip at the site
“Pull over.”
You finally get the words out, feeling way too close to stop now, but not wanting to come without him.
“I'm fuckin- tryin-”
He almost shouts now, glancing around the car's surroundings.
“Shane…”
You warn, and he catches your hips buck up, pussy clenching around nothing, the last straw.
“Fuck- don't, wait, god fucking-”
The car jerks to the side as he cuts through the two lanes and comes to a sudden stop on a small dirt road off the side of the main one. It's, in no way, secluded, not any more than the main road, but neither of you care enough for that fact to stop you. Not at this point.
You pull your hand away from yourself and Shane yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cocks springing out, hard for you already, before he pushes his seat back enough to make room for you.
“Fuck, fuck f- c'mere darlin' c'mon-“
He grabs onto your arm desperately, helping you throw your leg over the middle of the car, and you wait exactly half a second for him to line his cock up with your entrance before taking him in at the same time as he bucks up into you.
“Oh shit- oh shit, god-fuck!”
He curses under his breath as you feel yourself stretching to accommodate to his size. His hands drop to your hips, under the dress, fingers digging into your ass when you begin to ride him, both of you working on the deep thrusts. You throw your arms over his neck, head falling back slightly, your nails on his back again as you feel his cock drag out of you before pushing in, nudging right under your stomach on the inside.
His lips find yours as the trusts speeds up and so does your breathing. You taste yourself on him and hum into the kiss before he pulls away, pushing his face into your neck with a loud grunt as he feels himself almost falling over the edge now.
“Fuck-fuck- oh shit- “
As his hips speed up even more, he pushes his hand between your bodies, and you feel his fingers on your clit.
A loud moan lets him know they're in the right place, and he scoffs loudly, smiling wide as he watches you fall apart on top of him.
Your climax hits, harder than you've anticipated, definitely harder than what you've expected when you slipped your hand under your dress a couple miles ago, and he lets you ride the high out on his cock before finally letting himself come as well.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck-”
You grip onto his torso as he fucks through your body's post orgasm clenches, listening to the wet sounds filling the car. He grunts, loud, really loud, and you know he's there.
“Ohhhh there he iiiiis. Good boy Walsh!”
You tease immediately after, not really giving him even a second to catch his breath. Resting his forehead against yours, he pants loudly, swallowing hard as he does his best to speak up now.
“Fuck you.”
He mumbles, and you laugh out loud, pressing your lips into his before dragging your hand down his face to clean him up a little bit.
“Again? You wish”
He scoffs loudly this time, rolling his eyes at your words, before wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you even closer to him.
“Think anyone saw us?”
He asks after you sit in silence for a moment, your body rising and falling with his chest, your fingers scratching the back of his neck gently, his hands on your lower back under the fabric of the dress, thumbs brushing softly over your skin.
You shrug, not really sure if it honestly matters much to you.
“The car behind us at the stop light?”
He laughs loudly, looking off to the side, out the window and back at you.
“Yeah, shit. S'what i though too.”
You breathe out a laugh and shrug your shoulders.
“Well, if they did, then…lucky them, I guess.”
Shane nods, approving of your answer with a quiet chuckle, and you smile at the sound.
“Lucky them.”
He repeats before sighing loudly.
“Christ…don't know how we didn't fucking crash.”
He mumbles, holding your hand as you stand up and pull off of his cock before falling back onto your seat before he slowly and gently tucks his cock back into him boxers then pulls his jeans up.
“Should we try the party still?”
He asks, watching you lean down to pick something up from the floor.
“Eeeh I don't know.”
You state, not even turning to face him before hanging your lacy black panties over the mirror before turning to face him again.
“Your choice Walsh. We still have a bit to go."
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Please recommend threesome fics with the two of them 🙏🙊
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Tomorrow's promise
Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader
Warnings: Mentions of SA, blood, character death
Chapter: 2.10
Lori gave you a knowing look while Andrea continued to whine about issues that weren’t real issues. While Maggie and Beth argued in another room, Andrea stated she thought you should try to encourage Beth to accompany you while taking Jace for a walk around the farm, insisting the fresh air would do the three of you some good.
You did want to snap back at her since Andrea was unhelpful most of the time, but you bit your tongue for the most part and started washing dishes in the kitchen. It’s not until Andrea mentions your brother and Shane being sexist since they always dealt with the more dangerous tasks, leaving the women behind to do all the housework.
“It's because they were cops! They risked their lives every day, and they know what they are doing.”
Andrea lets out an over-the-top huff, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, if they spent more time teaching us how to defend ourselves properly, then maybe we could share the load. I should be able to handle my own goddamn gun.”
“Oh yeah, because you’re so good at handling them.”
Lori shakes her head. She was trying her best to defuse the tension, but neither you nor the blonde were listening at this point.
“Excuse me?”
“Last time you fired a damn gun, you almost killed Daryl!”
—
You step out onto the porch with a fresh cup of coffee in your hand. It wasn’t the real stuff and properly tasted stale, but it was better than nothing. You sit down beside Maggie on the wooden steps and hand it to her. “I thought you could use this.”
“Thanks.”
“How is she?”
Maggie pauses before answering, “She’s alive.”
You give her a sympathetic smile. Things had gone from bad to chaotic in the last twenty-four hours. Beth had locked herself in a bathroom, broke the mirror, and then used the sharp material to cut herself; luckily, her father was able to stitch her wrist in time. Rick and Shane had taken the kid Randell somewhere far to leave him, but apparently the area was surrounded by walkers, so they brought him back to the farm, where he was now essentially a hostage.
“Since we got here, we’ve brought nothing but trouble; I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you do,” she says, letting out a slight chuckle. “But if I’m being honest, I’m glad you folks came here. I just wish it was under better circumstances.”
You watch as Daryl comes out of the barn covered in blood, which you assumed came from Randell. You feel physically sick thinking of what could have transpired behind those wooden walls. You tell Maggie, “I’ll be back shortly.”
You walk quickly to grab a bucket of water that was half full and a cleanish cloth that was hanging up to dry, and you call out after your friend, “Daryl, wait up.”
He keeps walking towards one of the wells. “I gotta go wipe—”
“The blood off? Yeah, I got you covered.”
He lets out a snort as he begins to wash his hands. “You just assume I’d come out covered in blood?”
“I noticed the cut on your arm earlier, and I don’t want it to get infected.”
Daryl glances down at his arms before cleaning them as well. Usually he was covered in more dirt and dried blood than the rest of you; what worried you was the uncovered cut on Daryl’s arm surrounded by dirt. He says, “You're such a mom.”
—
Daryl asks how your injury from the crash is healing as you make your way towards your group, which is sitting by the tents outside. The first thing you notice is the look on Shane’s face; he’s looking pissed off as his eyes dart between you and Daryl.
"Boy, there’s got a gang, thirty men,” Daryl says. “They have heavy artillery, and they ain’t looking to make friends. They roll through here; our boys are dead. And our women... they’re going to wish they were.”
Hearing those words come from Daryl, you instantly become scared. You avoid making eye contact with Shane as you walk towards him; he hands you Jace before resting his hand against your hip. He whispers, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Carol notices Daryl’s bleeding knuckles. “What did you do?”
“Had a little chat.”
When your brother starts to talk about ‘eliminating the threat’ you shake your head, not wanting to hear anymore, you decide to leave the conversation. “I’m going to take Jace inside.”
You didn’t doubt Randall was a bad person, and you believed you would rather wish you were dead if his gang tuned up, but you weren’t going to partake in anything to do with him.
—
“Can I ask you something?”
As soon as you hear Dale’s voice, you roll your eyes. You walked to the other side of the farm so you could be on your own with Jace. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Dale, but I’m not going to vote.”
“So you’re just going to stand by and let your brother kill the boy?”
You lean against a tree, continuing to stoke Jace’s thin, dark hair with your fingers. “My personal opinion on this doesn’t matter, but what does is keep our people safe.”
Dale looks disappointed. “So you agree with killing him; you just don’t want to admit it.”
Learning that Randall stood by and watched as men in his group raped two teenage girls in front of their father stirred something inside—emotions that you couldn’t shift. “All due respect, it’s different from us, Dale. I understand why it’s wrong, all of us against one kid, but…” You stop talking when your mouth suddenly becomes dry, and it takes you a moment to find your voice again. “I’ve met Randall’s before, and trust me, you want to be on the opposite side of them.”
Dale gives your arm a friendly squeeze and says, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He licks at his lips and says, “I spoke to Shane earlier to try and convince him to change his mind.”
“I imagine that went well,” you snort.
“He was dead set on never letting a man like that near you again, and I had a theory you met men like that in the past; that’s why I’m sorry. Nobody deserves—”
“Dale,” tears fall from your eyes. “Just please, don’t go there.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. Just—they listen to you, Rick, Shane; hell, even Daryl seems to value your opinion.”
You remain standing in the same spot as the older man walks away. “Dale?” He turns back around to face you. “How long did it take you to stop trusting Shane?”
“I never did.”
—
You stand by the front doorway of Greene's farmhouse; everyone has gathered to talk about Randall’s fate. You had already made it clear you weren’t getting involved, a decision that received mixed reactions; some thought it was unfair, while those closest to you understood why you weren’t getting involved.
You hold your hand out for your nephew and say, “Carl, I need you to come help me in the RV.”
He pouts, “What with?”
“I need you to help watch Jace while I mend a bunch of torn-up clothes.”
“Now?”
“Go.”
Carl sulks as he walks by you to go outside. You didn’t really need his help in the RV, but you, Rick, and Lori wanted him out of the discussion.
“You’re really not going to share your thoughts on this?” Dale asks.
You glance around to make sure nobody else is listening in before answering. “Honestly, I don’t know what I think. I want to believe I’m a good person who votes against it, but then I remember what he’s done, and then I’m unsure. But I do admire you, Dale; it’s not easy. Always remember who you are.”
He gives you a slight nod, and then you leave the house.
—
You’re unsure of how much time has passed by when you hear a loud yell of pain. “Carl, stay here with Jace and lock the door behind me.”
You run out of the RV and in the direction of the field. Your brother calls out for T-dog to get a shotgun as he follows closely behind you.
Spotting a walker trying to bite Dale, you pull your blade out of your belt and stab it in the head before pushing it off him, but you’re too late. Dale’s stomach had already been ripped open, and he was bleeding out. “No! Rick, Rick! Help, over here!”
Daryl is the next person to arrive. He kneels down and says, “Hey, buddy, you’re going to be okay.”
Rick and Andrea both scream for Hershel to come outside as soon as they see Dale, but you knew there was nothing he could do. You hold Dale’s hand and kiss his forehead. “It’s okay; it’s going to be okay.”
Dale was so confused by the loss of blood that it was hard to know if he knew what you were saying to him. But you could tell he was in pain and choking on his own blood from the way he gurgled.
“Shane... Rick,” with glossy eyes, you look up at them, your voice breaking. “He’s suffering; please do something.”
Rick points his gun at Dale’s head, but he’s unable to pull the trigger, so Daryl takes the gun from him. You move further back as Daryl kneels down, but you still hold onto Dale’s hand, not wanting him to feel alone.
“Sorry, brother.” Daryl pulls the trigger, ending Dale’s suffering.
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Caution: contents hot
Shane Walsh x Reader
Summary: A little coffee accident has you meeting Deputy Walsh.
Rating: T (for now) // WC: 1,3k
Warnings: None, except that it's a totally silly plot 😅.
A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and I might just write the smut to it at some point. I just felt like posting this now, since it ends on a “good” part.
Finally, after standing in line for ages, you made it out of the coffee shop with your precious hot drink in hand and headed straight for your car. You weren’t in any particular hurry, but you’d had a long day at work and wanted to enjoy that drink before driving over to the grocery store. Sitting in an overcrowded coffee shop didn’t appeal to you, however, and that’s why you chose to simply return to your car to relax in peace.
Arriving at the car, you placed the cup on the roof and rummaged through your purse to find the keys. Meanwhile, a dark pickup pulled into the space next to yours, forcing you closer against your car as you kept searching. After finally locating the damn keys and pulling them out for a second to press the unlock button, you reached for the cup again, intending to open the driver’s door.
And that’s when everything happened very quickly.
Since you had backed up into the parking space and the pickup had driven into its own spot the other way around, both driver’s sides ended up next to the other. The person in the pickup had just opened the door to get out, while you took a step back as you did the same, only to get inside yours. Except that this step backwards had you tripping over the person’s feet, and in your flailing while you grasped for something to hold on to to stop your fall, you let go of the cup, which went flying back. As you caught yourself on the edge of the half open door of your car, you knew where the contents of your drink had landed from the loud cry of surprise and hiss of pain coming from behind you a second later.
Letting go of the door after regaining your balance, you whipped around to find a man in a police uniform pulling at his drenched shirt to get the fabric away from his skin.
“Oh — Oh my God. I'm so sorry… Shit, shit, Shit. I'm so, so sorry, sir. Are — are you — are you okay?” you gasped out, worry and embarrassment making your face burn hot.
“I… kinda. I-” he grunted, before you realized how stupid your question was and kept talking.
“No, of course you’re not fine. I just poured scalding coffee all over you… I really am so sorry. I-”
“No, yeah, I’m — shit — I'm okay,” he groaned, wincing as he pulled at the fabric over his chest.
“Really? You sure? ‘Cause — you know, you don’t really look — shit, maybe if-”
Not thinking at all in your panic, you took a step closer to him and quickly undid three of the uniform buttons to pull the shirt away from his skin.
“We need to see how badly you got burnt, maybe you need-” You suddenly stopped in your frantic rambling and stilled your hands as you realized what you were doing; standing in the man's space, with your hands holding his shirt wide open.
Letting go of him as if you’d been burnt yourself and springing away from him, you lifted your wide-eyed gaze from the man’s chest and towards his face. Which didn’t help you articulate any words, either, as his features finally hit you. Not only did you shower and burn a police officer with your drink, but you also had to embarrass yourself by almost undressing an incredibly good-looking police officer.
“I’m… so sorry,” you breathed. “I just…”
To your surprise, the man’s lips slowly pulled up into a smile. It wasn’t a mocking smile, but an amused one, which had you relaxing a tad.
“It’s okay,” he said gently, tilting his head to one side as he ducked his face slightly to look at you curiously from under his brows.
Your eyes fell to his chest as he did the same, and you grimaced at the reddening skin.
“This has to be painful, though,” you mumbled, holding your hand back from reaching out again.
He uttered a small bark of a laugh and nodded his head from side to side as he opened the shirt the rest of the way. Since your eyes were already on his chest, they instantly took in the rest of his torso without you being able to stop yourself.
“Uh, yeah, kinda, yeah. But…” He shrugged as he trailed off.
Your eyes snapped back to his face as your neck heated again with another form of embarrassment.
“I can go into the pharmacy and grab you, like, a cream or salve or something,” you interrupted, desperate to make it better.
“Nah, it’s fine. I got what I need at home. Thankfully, you hit me just when I was gettin’ off my shift and not on,” he laughed.
You cringed at the reminder.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect to be this close to you and-”
“Hey, hey, it’s alright, okay? Shit happens.” He put a hand on your arm and leaned in slightly to look you in the eyes with a sincere expression.
“Still,” you breathed, his proximity making you slow with coming up with a reply. “I’d like to make it up to you.”
At your words, the man’s eyes slid to your lips, which had your eyes going wide again in surprise, since he deliberately brought his eyes back to yours very slowly.
“You don’t have to,” he assured you in a low tone that had a shiver running down your spine.
“But I want to,” you insisted, swallowing at how his eyes went from your mouth to your eyes again at the statement, this time quickly. “The dry cleaning. Let me pay for it? Can’t be cheap to clean a police uniform, right?”
The man contemplated you, as you forced yourself not to look at his gorgeous body, the dips of his hips that were visible in your peripherals calling to you. He slowly grinned and took a step towards you, which had you automatically taking a step back and colliding with your back against the side of your car. He put a hand on the roof of your car as he leaned in.
“If you really wanna make it up to me, then how ‘bout you join me for dinner?”
It took you a second to understand his suggestion. You stared at him, surprised. Was that really happening? Was he coming on to you? Just like that, in the middle of a parking lot? After you'd injured him, no less. And you hadn't even exchanged names.
“I have one condition,” you found yourself answering to your own shock.
The man smiled slowly and lifted an expectant eyebrow.
“Shoot.”
“Dinner’s on me.”
He clearly hadn't expected that, since he blinked once before he grinned and began laughing. He leaned in that bit closer, which almost had him in kissing distance. “Deal.”
“Okay… good.”
He didn't move, though, which had your heart racing and your eyes going from his lips to his eyes. When he finally did pull away, he only gave you enough space to get your door open. It was as you stared at him that you saw the name tag dangling from his open shirt.
“Be at my place in an hour… Deputy Walsh.”
You enjoyed his look of surprise, before he glanced down at the tag with a chuckle.
“Shane,” he revealed, and stared back at you expectantly, but you only got into your car with a small smile.
“The car is registered under my name,” you hinted, as you got the window down to talk to him.
Shane ran his tongue over his front teeth as he watched you with amused interest. It thrilled you to have this attention on you. Not waiting for a reply, you put your car into drive and drove out of the parking space. As you slowly made your way down the aisles of cars, you saw Shane writing something down on a notepad.
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Dead man walking
He's an ass, but I love Shane, so I'm writing some Shane's stories now.
Shane had called her when it all started. Even though he didn't want to believe it was serious, his instinct told him to call her, and Y/N answered while continuing to watch TV.
They had been together for a little over a month.
After what happened to his best friend and partner, Shane went to bars a lot, drank a lot, got into fights, and found a different girl to spend the night with.
When he approached Y/N, she knew he wasn't looking for anything serious, but above all she saw the sadness in his eyes, the desperation in his forced smile, the loneliness in the hand that touched her shoulder.
They had discussed. A lot of talking, and not the stupid, insubstantial discussions he had with all the other girls.
It surprised Shane that someone was interested in him. Really interested in him, not just his looks, his attitude, his invitation to jump into bed. He wasn't used to it.
Usually, people saw an idiot, an asshole, a seducer, a fighter, but nothing more. Before, people didn't really see him most of the time, because they were too busy seeing Rick.
He had cried that evening, in the arms of Y/N, who had comforted him with great patience and gentleness.
Shane had fallen in love. It was new to him, but not unpleasant. He had always dreamed of having a family, like his best friend. He wished he was there to share his happiness, but he talked to him all the time about Y/N when he went to the hospital.
Then there were the announcements. While Y/N was on a business trip to Jacksonville. 5 hours drive drom Atlanta.
Shane called her because some people losing their minds and attacking other people wasn't normal. He wanted to check that she was okay. He asked her if she was going to come home early.
As this did not seem to disrupt her boss's plans, she told him that she would be home as planned the following week.
"I miss you, baby. I don't like you being so far away." he sighed, realizing that he couldn't convince her to jump in her car.
“Everything will be fine, we’ll be together soon.”
Two days later, it was already chaos. There were no more telephones, everyone was running in the streets, the highways were blocked, there were no planes or trains.
Y/N witnessed terrible scenes. Dead people rising to eat the living. With a small group, she managed to hide in the woods, with water and food. It wouldn't last, even if they were safe.
But all she could think about was Shane. She had to find Shane.
Without a car or any other means of transportation, 5 hours became a lot longer to get home. If he was still home. If he was okay… No, she didn't want to think about that. Y/N knew Shane, he was alive, she was sure of it.
An excellent shooting instructor, he had taught her how to handle several firearms. She stole some from an abandoned gun store, with a knife, and after filling her backpack with provisions, she headed to Atlanta.
Avoiding the roads, making no noise, sleeping in trees, Y/N approached the goal after several weeks. She had been forced to fight, and kill some walkers, and that allowed her to discover that they detected her less easily when she was covered in their blood.
It was a real relief to see the town sign. Then she lost hope a bit, seeing that the streets were deserted. There was little chance Shane would have stayed here.
Maybe he had decided to join her, and their paths had crossed. Y/N went into the forest to rest, and she saw a camp from afar.
Suspicious, she used her sniper to determine if the survivors looked dangerous. There were women, a man on a camper van, kids.
Continuing to observe, she saw a couple away from the group, as if they were hiding.
The woman looked familiar. Y/N was sure she had seen her before. When they separated, she almost dropped her gun.
Shane. Shane and Lorie, Rick's wife, his best friend. Kissing.
She had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle the cry that wanted to come out, tears streaming down her cheeks. While she was risking her life to find him, Shane was sleeping with another woman, quietly installed in a camp, not caring at all about her.
If she had wanted, she could have shot them in the head before leaving.
But she held back, crying silently in a tree. She stayed there for several days, not knowing what she was going to do next. Her reason for living was to find Shane, she had no purpose now.
When the camp became agitated, she used her sniper again, seeing a sheriff approach, taking Shane in his arms, then kissing Lorie and her son.
Rick. The friend in a coma. He was alive, he was back, and he was going to cause a big mess. This made her smile. She really wanted to see what that would be like, so she decided to follow them.
They made a lot of bad decisions along the way, but Y/N could understand that it was more complicated to survive as a group. She saw the girl coming out from under the car, panicking.
Even though she was further away, Y/N observed her trajectory and she ran very quickly to catch up, while the group pushed the dead away.
Sophia was an annoying little girl. Stubborn. But after Y/N killed the walkers chasing her, she agreed to trust her, taking her hand to return to the group.
They had moved, again, so it wasn't easy.
Y/N didn’t really want to talk to them. To talk to Shane. But she couldn't leave a child alone.
The farm was in the middle of nowhere, but you could see it was inhabited. She approached slowly, her weapon against her chest, Sophia remaining behind her.
Rick was the first to come towards them, his eyes bright and smiling when he saw the little one, thanking Y/N for finding her. Her mother followed, then everyone else.
Shane's look was indescribable. He stopped in the middle of the camp, as if unsure of what he was seeing. For a moment, Y/N wondered if he was going to look at Lorie, hesitate because of what he had done, but instead he let out a huge scream.
He screamed her name, running like crazy towards her to hug and kiss her, surprising everyone.
"Y/N ! Y/N, you're alive ! You're here ! I can't believe you're here ! I thought…I'm a moron, sorry. Forgive me."
“I told you I was going to come home.” she said coldly.
"Oh, baby… I wanted to find you, but I had to take care of the group. They needed me."
“Yes, I noticed they had certain needs.”
He didn't seem to understand her sentence, but Shane didn't have time to ask her any questions, the others inviting them to enter the farm to rest, and for Y/N to tell them her story.
Strangely, some people knew who she was. Shane had talked about her, even if the subject made him melancholic and aggressive. They knew she was far away when it all started, and no one thought she would make it here, even if she was still alive.
Shane hadn't thought she was alive. This hurt her deeply, on top of everything else. She suddenly felt dead inside, remembering herself walking for hours, days, weeks, just to find him, just like those inhuman things.
She was able to hurt him in turn when Rick said that they were lucky that she arrived at the moment when Sophia separated from the group, and she contradicted him, revealing that she had been following them for several weeks.
"… What ? You found us several weeks ago and… And you didn't say anything ?"
"I was watching from afar. I saw… a lot of things."
Her eyes quickly landed on Lorie, who trembled, understanding what Y/N meant. Shane understood too, swallowing what he was going to say as he looked down in shame.
Not wanting to create discord when their son Carl had been injured, Y/N said nothing, finding a corner of the house to sleep. She thought things wouldn't go any further for tonight, but she had forgotten what Shane was like.
Once everyone was asleep, he snuck over to her corner, lying down next to her.
"I'm glad you're alive. I love you."
“Shut up, Shane.”
"I'm sorry." he sighed, staring at the ceiling, his hand still remaining close to hers. "I thought… At first, I wanted to keep hope. Then seeing all this shit, I thought it would be better if you weren't here anymore. I didn't want to imagine you alone, trying to survive. It was already horrible here, and I had people I knew. You have to understand… We felt alone and lost. We needed comfort. It was nothing else, and we weren't proud of it. I thought about Rick all the time, and about you, but I needed that to keep from breaking down. Do you understand ? Can you forgive me, baby ? My darling, my love ? I only love you, I swear.”
It still hurt, but Y/N could understand.
Nothing was simple, everything had changed. She wanted Shane to go looking for her, but he might have died on the road. She would have liked him not to sleep with another woman, but he might have lost his mind with the pressure and depression. She would have wanted him to keep hope, but this hope would have eaten away at him, torn from the inside, because he wouldn't have known what to do between staying with the group and leaving.
It hurt, but she couldn't judge him. He thought she was dead, he thought Rick was dead, the world was on fire, and he just wanted to hold on to something.
Gently, she took his hand, and she heard him sob, turning his head towards her to place it on her shoulder, kissing her skin.
"I only need you, baby. Always have."
“You’re still so excessive.”
“Yeah, and you love me like that.” he purred, clinging completely to her. "You don't know how happy I am that you're here. Fuck. I didn't think I could still be happy like this."
Y/N didn’t tell him that she was going to need time to completely forgive him. She didn't tell him that Rick would eventually find out too. She also didn't know that they were going to run into a lot of other problems, within the group and because of everything that was going on.
No, she decided not to ruin this moment, for which she had traveled several kilometers, taking him in her arms as during their first meeting.
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fiesta in your mouth
Shane Walsh x F!Reader
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 2k
Summary: – @anna-hawk requested: I would love a sexy drabble with Reader being hungry... for food. The food is taking forever to arrive and they start bickering about Reader's impatience. It ends with Reader biting Shane's ass cause, well, HUNGRY. Except hungry for more now 😏.
Content/Warnings: explicit, smut, oral sex, food, eating, playful banter, crack, some fluff.
-- Read below or at AO3.
It's another lazy night, hanging out at your boyfriend's, waiting for the food to arrive. And as per usual, your stomach starts protesting impatiently after an hour of just sitting around, watching TV.
It's always the same when you leave Shane in charge of either cooking or ordering. He's not a bad cook, he just doesn't have the time, or he's too tired after work to do so. And when it comes to ordering via app, he's not very tech-savvy and often screws up the order.
“Ugh, when it’s the food coming?” you complain, lolling your head back against the edge of the couch to watch Shane coming out of the hallway half-naked with just a pair of black sweats hanging low on his hips after taking a shower.
“Why are you always so hungry?”
“Why are you not?” You whine, “you said we were eating an hour ago.”
“Don’t be such a brat. Food will be here soon,” your boyfriend states, plopping down on the couch next to you with his knees widely apart.
His curls slightly drip water on his bare shoulders while he flips channels on the TV, and you reach to swipe them with your fingers.
“Are you sure you ordered and paid right?”
“'Course, I’m sure. Stop being a pest. You should’ve eaten something before getting here.”
“You said you were cooking, I was saving myself for you.”
“You mean your virginity? I think that ship sailed a long time ago, sweetheart,” he quips, pinching the side of your hip, and you swat the back of your hand against his bicep.
“What did you order anyway?” You wonder.
“Mexican. I got all your favorites… arroz con pollo, crunchy tacos, nachos, enchiladas… A whole fiesta for your mouth. Better than my cooking, right?” He then reaches for his phone to check the Postmates app. “Look, it’ll be here in half an hour.”
“Another half hour?”
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to cook like I said,” his mouth draws a playful smirk, “but if you were that hungry, you’d have lifted that sweet ass off the couch a long time ago, and made dinner yourself like women are supposed to do. But lil miss grumpy pants here doesn't like cooking, doesn't she?”
“I could punch you for even joking about that, asshole.”
“I'd love to see you try.”
“Is that a dare?”
“C'mon, let's see what you got,” he grins, and stands up, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants higher.
Then, he pushes the coffee table towards the TV console to have some more space, and holds his palms up, inviting you to spar amicably.
You stand in front of him, wiggling your fingers before closing both hands into fists. You start punching either of his palms alternately while he taunts you about how weak your blows are, mocking your flimsy arms, and terrible posture. You double down and hit harder until your knuckles start hurting, while he relentlessly jeers at you.
Getting all worked up, you decide to go for his face instead, but your hook is keenly intercepted before landing.
Shane quickly pins your wrists at your back afterwards, and your boxing session turns into wrestling. You escape his hold several times, but then you end up pinned down on the floor in the most awkward position with your body held and twisted around him in a way that your face is facing his ass while he struggles to keep you like that.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna give up, sweetheart?” he drawls, half panting.
“Never,” you laugh and manage to get one of your hands free to pull his sweats down and uncover his stinking cute booty. Without warning, you take a big bite at the curve of his hips, firmly marking your teeth on his ass.
“The hell are you doing?”
“Told you I was hungry. I needed a nibble of those delicious buns,” you bite his butt again, pressing harder, until he releases you.
“You’re a savage,” he grumbles, as you unclench your teeth to see that bright, pink love bite you’ve stamped on his white ass.
“If you forfeit, I win!” you exclaim in victory, rolling on the floor to have your back against the rug, and pushing both your arms up.
“I don’t think so,” his tongue swipes his lips before having him on top of you again.
He pulls your arms down and straddles your chest, placing his crotch awfully close to your face.
“Let's see how hungry you really are,” his lips curve up lewdly, as he pushes his sweats and boxer briefs down, showing his limp cock.
You lick your lips in anticipation, watching him pumping himself a couple of times until he’s half hard.
Then, he playfully taps the bulbous tip of his length against your lips, purring, “want some of this, darlin'?”
You eagerly nod.
“Okay, show me your tongue, and I'll feed you.”
Doing as he says, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.
With a fist curled around the underside of his cock, he places it on the wet surface of your tongue and strokes back and forth until his semi erection blooms into rock-hard perfection with a bittersweet wet dripping that comes out of his slit.
“Now close your lips and have at it.”
Letting him guide-boss you like this is one of your biggest turn-ons, and you can already feel the sweet arousal coiling madly in your core with just a taste of him.
Your eyes are locked with his when you wrap our mouth around his flared tip. You inhale and start bobbing our head forwards as much as this position lets you.
Starting slowly, you let your mouth take inch after inch, watching him bask in the delicious undoing of your ways. You hum and go a little faster as he braces his palms on the floor over your head.
“Keep going, darlin’,” he grunts between praises and curses, losing his breath the harder you go, “I’m almost… fuck yeah, just like that, sweetheart.”
The pace of your mouth picks up, sucking him dry, and moaning against his steel-erection throbbing against your tongue. It drives him wild. You can feel it in the way he erratically starts thrusting into your mouth at the same time with nothing but desperation pressing in his center.
“You wanted me to fill your dirty mouth exactly like this, huh?” he grunts coarsely, and you can barely nod, as his cock starts twitching a second before having his seed spilled at the back of your throat.
He comes with a loud strangled moan and after every drop is out he takes his cock away, and places a palm over your mouth.
“Sh, sh, sh. Don’t spill it, baby,” he grins at you, half panting, “I wanna see you swallow.”
Your lips quirk up beneath his palm before gulping every drop of his sticky essence down your throat. You then open your mouth and show him.
“Good girl,” he exhales, lying on top of you as he comes down from his high, “who’s the winner now?”
“You are, baby,” you chuckle, running your palms up and down his back as he presses himself between your legs. He’s not as hard, but you can still feel it behind the fabric of your leggings.
“Are you still hungry, sweetheart?”
“Hmm, a little. You promised a fiesta for my mouth and that was just a… a bitter spoon of yogurt past its expiration date at best.”
He snorts at your words, “say what you will, but I bet that made you wet.”
Pressing your teeth on your bottom lip, you give him a quick nod.
“Yeah? Do you want me to take care of that?”
“What do you think?”
“That you’re greedy as fuck, baby,” he laughs.
“Not as much as you are.”
“Yeah, probably not,” he accepts and draws in some air before sliding down your body, taking your clothes off, so he can give you the same release.
He buries his face between your legs and just as his tongue starts teasing your folds, the door buzzer goes off at the worst possible moment.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you utter in frustration.
“Tough luck, sweetheart,” he pulls his head back, amused, glancing at you, “looks like we’re going to have to postpone this.”
“Ugh,” you let out as he pulls himself up, yanking his underwear and sweats on, to answer the door.
“Hey, don’t complain, the food is here. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chuckles and buzzes the delivery guy in.
“I guess,” you mumble, hot and bothered, as you slip into your shirt, and take a seat on the couch, covering your kegs with the throw before Shane opens the door.
After collecting the food, he places the containers from your favorite Mexican restaurant on the coffee table, and drags it back to its former position near the couch.
You pick a random unlabeled container, open it, and instantly forget about the interruption after finding out he ordered churros.
Glancing at you as he pulls the lid off another, Shane catches you smiling while sinking your teeth into one.
“Those are for dessert.”
“Says who? I gotta get the taste of your churro out of my mouth somehow. This will do.”
“Well,” he licks his lips and yanks the blanket off you to uncover your legs, “if you’re gonna have dessert first, I should too.”
“Yeah, have at it,” you chuckle as he kneels on the floor, pushing your knees apart, and dragging your ass closer to the edge of the couch.
You take another bite of your churro and put it aside as he props your thighs over his shoulders.
He gazes at you one more time before diving into your pussy. The eager tip of his tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, teases at your entrance, and every spot he can find to drive you out of your mind, avoiding your clit altogether.
Your fingers slide into his half-dried curls as he circles around it, barely grazing the peak of that swollen bud that’s aching for more significant stimulation. Filled with anticipation, your grip anxiously pulls at his hair as he takes his sweet time, savoring every inch of you.
His lips curve up against your folds, and you exhale, letting his name fall from your lips when he finally latches around your impatient clit.
Letting your head fall backwards, you close your eyes and drink in the mind-numbing sucking of his lips, taking you up to cloud nine with practice ease. One of his hands slips under your shirt to grab your breast while the other keeps a firm grip around your thigh with his fingers pressed on your mound.
Your body lights up with every lick and hum served in all the right places as he works you up to the highest level. He channels that electric jolt of your body to press a little harder until you fall completely apart at the mercy of his lips.
He pulls his head back, gently soothing his palms on your thighs while you slowly come down from your high. It takes you a moment to open your eyes, and when you do you see him using his fingers to clean the edges of his mouth covered in you.
“Welcome back, baby.”
Speechless, you simply smile at him as a response, as your breathing evens out.
“That good, huh?” he utters with his usual smugness, as if he didn't already know how to make you lose your mind like that.
He then rises from his knees and sits up, pulling you into his lap, linking his arms around your waist as you hug his neck.
“You taste sweeter than honey,” he whispers against your shoulder.
You let out a small laugh and pull back, so you can look at his eyes.
“Love leaving you without words, sweetheart,” he sweetly smiles, and you sigh, delighted, before capturing his lips.
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|| Keep it Clean ||
Shane Walsh x female reader
Tags/warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink? apocalyptic zombie world pregnancy worries. E
A/n: I did not think I'd get another one out so fast lol. First time writing for Shane as well (and for why?? Mmm)! This is for @bernthirst-events #bernthirstpalooza Wet Wednesday 😜 please reblog if you enjoyed!
Clean, hot, almost magical water cascades over your naked body as you dance under the strong shower spray, squealing with delight. You don't even know how long it's been since you had access to something so luxurious. This of course meant you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.
You moan with pleasure as you slide the soap suds over your skin, the cleansing sensation feeling almost too good you can't stop giggling to yourself. You could finally relax for a while, recharge and restock after months on the road only ever snatching meager hours of sleep because of the watches. Because of the walkers.
You almost jump out of your skin letting out a scream when something touches your back, spinning around ready to throw your fist until it's held above your head in a strong grip and you're pinned against the tiled shower wall.
"S-shane! Oh my god, don't do fuckin' do that!" You shriek, whacking him on the bare chest with your free hand.
He smiles that shit eating smile, looking you up and down as you try to get your breathing and heart rate under control.
"Sorry baby, but can't a man watch his woman enjoying herself? Couldn't help wantin' to touch…"
You've calmed down enough to realise he's completely naked as he loosens his grip on your wrist. His massive bulk takes up most of the cubicle space, and as your eyes trail down following the water droplets on his tanned skin you can't help noticing he's very aroused.
He trails his wet fingers down your arm as you let it fall, sliding his hand to cup your breast and you gasp, arching into him as he runs his thumb in slow circles around your nipple.
"Y'know it's been a while since we…"
You're grateful for his other hand coming to grip you around the waist as you think you might fall, melting into his touch as you remember just how long it's been since you last had sex.
"Yeah," you breathe out, parting your lips as he leans down pressing his against them, the trickling water flowing around you easing the kiss into one that's increasingly hotter and wetter, one that has your skin feeling electrified as he touches you, his hands everywhere you need them to be. The kisses migrate elsewhere, both of you mouthing desperately at each other's skin, needing to feel this closeness in the new privacy that you haven't been able to have before. You're sinking to your knees so eager to take him in your mouth and show him but he pulls you back up, leaning in close as he kisses you on the lips again so passionately.
"Ain't gonna last if you do that babe."
The feel of his erection pressing against your belly has you wet and ready for him in record time.
"Well what are you waiting for handsome," you ask, reaching down between you, encircling your hand around his cock making him almost choke. "fuck me."
"Yes ma'am." He lifts up your leg, grabbing under your thigh and you hold on to both him and the shower pipe for support as he lines up before slowly pushing in. The fullness you feel with him inside you takes you aback and he feels it too, waiting for you to relax as you curl around him, fingers digging into his muscular arms. After a minute you nod against him, giving him the signal that he can move and your mouth drops open as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.
"Oh damn baby, oh fuck…"
Your knuckles are white as you grip onto the pipe beside you but he prises your fingers off, interlacing them in his as he shifts you to the side fucking you up against the wall.
Your moans are loud and echo around the bathroom and you're certain that the others will be able to hear, but you don't care, you just want him. You can't even care that he's taking you raw, you should really be more careful but the feeling of him is like nothing else. You need it, need to feel him without any barrier, the primal urge too strong to beat any logic and sense.
His wet skin smacks against yours faster, harder as he pushes you towards your climax. Your fingers twist in his hair and pull, and you feel the growl he makes vibrate through your soul.
"Shane, please…" you plead for something, you don't know what anymore but he's got you regardless, he's all around you, covering you, inside you making you feel safe in the midst of this fucked up world.
"Fuck babygirl, I'm close, we gotta-"
You know he's looking to pull out but your hindbrain has taken the wheel and you pull him closer, nails pressing red crescents into his skin because you need this, you want this.
Fuck the consequences.
He looks you right in the eyes and you're nodding, you're begging for it, you're selfish. You don't care.
You cry out as you cum, taking him with you through his nonsensical curses, his praises, his I love yous, not letting go until you've stopped shaking, until he's shushing you gently, kissing every inch of you he can reach as he pulls out.
You don't know what will happen, if it happens, but you know he'll be there for you no matter what.
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Attitude | Part 2
Summary: You learned your lesson to never run your mouth again.
Or so Shane thought.
A/N: This is literally pure filth ok? And I love it. Also anal sex isn't as easy as it's portrayed in smut, pls don't forget that. This is purely fictional. Never ever have anal sex without proper preparation. also the lovely @angel-litter inspired me to write a third part so yeah, there’s more Shane coming ya way!
Characters: Dark!ShaneWalsh x Reader
Word count: 4k (sorry not sorry)
WARNINGS: age gap (reader is 18+) /
explicit sexual content as in anal, oral (F receiving), swearing
Trigger warning: dub-con | 18+ 🔞 MINORS DNI below the cut! 🔞
➻ Part 1 [M]
Weeks had passed and Shane couldn’t have been happier: Rick finally agreed to clean the barn from the walkers, everyone learned how to handle their guns properly and some of them, like Andrea, were actually pretty good shooters. It was good to have trained people around in case of an emergency.
And, of course, there where you; currently the most well-behaved angel there could have been. After the lesson Shane taught you a few weeks ago you barely looked in his direction, did everything when someone asked you to do it and remained quiet. Not one snarly remark or side-glance. So yeah, life’s been pretty good lately, or as good as it could be in this shitshow of world they lived in.
“Y/N?” your mother called and you turned around to see her standing at the porch of the white farmhouse. She just found out that she was pregnant and now her and your dad slept inside the house instead of the tent. You stayed back, happy to have some privacy for yourself as your mother got on your nerves more than ever. You were sure it was Shane’s child, everyone probably knew, even Rick.
Lori waved her hand to get your attention and you yelled a quick “Be right there” before she disappeared inside the house again.
When she was out of your sight you let out an annoyed groan and rolled your eyes but as soon as you turned your head you saw Shane leaning against the RV, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest and he cocked an eyebrow when he noticed your disrespectful behavior. You gulped and quickly finished your chore before sprinting towards the house.
You did a good job avoiding him, too afraid he would keep his promise of teaching you another lesson. Even though you never experienced Shane like that before and the whole incidence was disturbing, to say the least, there was something that had changed; the way you looked at him from now on.
Was he always that well-built? Did the veins on his arms and hands always pop out as soon as they were physically strained? And whenever he spoke, didn’t matter the words, you felt a slight tingle in your stomach area.
Disgusted with yourself you shook your head to organize your thoughts before facing your mom in the kitchen. “Yes, mom?” you asked and she turned around. “Baby, could you please gather everyone for dinner? Your father and Glenn are still on their supply run but I figured you could go with Shane to look for them, it’s getting dark.”
You stepped from one foot to another and rubbed the back of your head. “Why can’t Daryl go?” Lori noticed the reluctance in your voice but she just figured you were in a bad mood, typical for a young person.
“Because-“ she continued to chop the vegetables “Daryl’s still recovering from his wound and shouldn’t strain himself for another few days.”
Oh yeah, you forgot… He fell from a horse and put an arrow through his shoulder. A snort escaped you as you remembered when he told you what happened, you felt bad for him, you really did, it was still kinda funny to imagining the Daryl Dixon falling off a horse.
“Okay but I don’t think Shane’s going to like the idea of another two people going out after dark…” you tried once again and saw as she stopped in her motion. “It’s your father, Y/N.”
She couldn’t see it so you rolled your eyes once again. Sure, the man you cheated on and got pregnant by his best friend. Mother and wife of the year…
“Fine-“ you sighed “I’ll ask Shane.”
The mere thought of being alone with him again made your stomach turn. He acted like nothing ever happened except giving you here and there a warning glance before returning to his old self. Asshole…
“Shane?” you said when you walked towards the open RV and heard a grunt from within. You stopped in front of the open door not wanting to be alone with him in such small space once again. “You in there?”
“Yeah.” Seconds later he appeared in front of you, his blue shirt unbuttoned and you quickly licked your lips when you stared at his exposed abs. “What is it?” he asked impatiently when he noticed your stare. Your eyes fluttered shut before looking up to meet his. “Uhm… Lori wants us to go look for dad and Glenn.”
“Thought I told ya not to call her Lori, didn’t I? She’s your mother.”
You withheld the urge to roll your eyes at him and gulped to suppress the anger pooling in your stomach. You’re not my fucking father and I also fucking hate you, you thought to yourself but none of those words went over your lips. You just nodded and asked a small “So?” instead.
“Yeah, lets go.” He sighed before grabbing his gun and walking towards the car. ”Got ya gun?” you replied with a bored “Hmmm” but flinched when Shane suddenly stopped to face you.
“Use your damn words, girl. What are ya, five?” he grunted and grabbed the gun from behind your pants. “And I fricking told ya to put it in the holster, not your goddamn pants, you know what could happen if it goes off?”
“As if you cared…” you mumbled but bit your lips when you saw his annoyed expression. “Shut it, I don’t have time for your hormonal whining, this is grown up business. If ya can’t handle it then go back inside and chop some veggies with the others and I’ll go alone.”
Shane studied your face and saw the tears forming in your eyes but he simply couldn’t care, this was life and death and not prom and Friday-pizza-nights or whatever shit ran through your mind. He need to keep you safe and alive; he didn’t matter if you hated him for it.
“I got it.” You answered through clenched teeth and he stared another five second at your before finally giving the gun back and getting into the car. You took a deep breath and tried to remain as calm as possible but the truth was, your blood was boiling.
You drove only for about ten minutes before you ran into your father and Glenn as they were on their way home. Rick gave Shane a small nod and Shane turned the car to drive back to the farm. You let out a small sigh and were glad when Shane didn’t notice it but your eyes kept staring at his fingers around the steering wheel; the same fingers which painfully grabbed your hair and kept your head in place as he fucked your face.
Shane noticed your glance and turned his head to meet your eyes; you didn’t look away but continued to stare at him like a doe that got caught in spotlight. He couldn’t make sense of your behavior towards him; some days you seemed almost scared and avoided him completely (just as he thought you would react after what he did) and other days you practically couldn’t get enough of him, always staring or biting your lip whenever he caught you. Only thing missing was the drool coming from your mouth.
“Want a picture? It last’s longer, princess.” He snorted and as soon as you saw the smirk around his lips you quickly looked away. “Shut up-“ you mumbled embarrassed and tried to hide your reddened cheek from his sight.
“Aw come on, ‘was just joking, don’t be like that.” He laughed and tried to poke your side. “Stop!” you squeaked and swatted his hand away which made him chuckle even more.
“You’re actually pretty cute when you’re not a bitch, ya know.” Your head snapped towards him and he grinned when he saw your angered expression. “You have no idea what I’m like when I decide to be a bitch.” You spat and made him snort in return.
“Actually, I caught a glimpse of her a few weeks back but strangely she’d never appeared again. Hm, don’t know why.”
You felt the heat in your face and ears as he nonchalantly hinted on the incident in the RV and held back from striking the back of his head, he probably would have killed you right then and there. Shane notice the way you clenched your fist in a pathetic attempt to hide your anger.
“I think you should stop or else I’m going to tell my dad.” You said calmly before quickly exiting the car as soon as he stopped at the farm. Shane watched as you slammed the door shut and took fast and long strides towards the house, probably too afraid of his reaction. Coward, he thought and got out of the car as well.
“What happened?” Rick asked and turned to look after his daughter who seemed aggravated.
“Ah, you know. Probably that time of the month.” Shane answered calmly and his best friend nodded in return. “I heard that women adjust their cycles if they live together long enough.” Glenn mumbled and earned himself some looks from the older men. “What?”
“Ya know, boy-“ Shane spoke and put an arm around the younger one “You’re so lucky that you’re one of the last fellows around and Maggie likes you.”
Glenn raised his eyebrows and Rick laughed in return as the walked towards the house to finally eat dinner.
Everyone sat around the huge table and chattered to their hearts content except you who only picked in the food on your plate.
Shane sat across from you and gave your knee a soft kick under the table. You looked up and he mouthed a silent “Stop that” signaling you to behave and to eat your food like a normal person.
“Bite me.” You whispered back but it was loud enough for your mother to hear. “Y/N! I don’t want you to talk to anyone like that. Apologize.”
“I’m not a kid anymore, mom. I apologize if I want to.” You answered and an uneasy silence spread in the room.
“Y/N…” Rick spoke softly and your expression turned soft. “But dad, it’s true. I’m so sick and tired of her treating me like a child!”
“Yes, I know, honey but-“ your fathers soft spoken words were cut off by Shane’s harsh ones: “Then maybe act like your age instead of a bratty and whiny little kid.”
You turned around and gave him an infuriated look.
“Excuse me but this is family business and you are not family, okay? Just because you fucked and impregnated my mother doesn’t make you family so back off!” The last words came out louder than you intended to but it felt so good to finally acknowledge the elephant in the room. You saw the hurt in your fathers eyes but it was time for him to learn that literally everybody knew. “Don’t gimme that look, dad. Everyone knows. We all knew way before you came back to us… I caught them in the woods a few times.”
“That’s enough, Y/N!” Lori suddenly yelled and you cocked an eyebrow. “That’s something we can agree on, mom.” You spat back before slamming the fork on the table and walking out the door, towards your tent.
You set up your camp inside the barn, it would be your retreat for the night, also it had a good outlook in case of some unwelcome guests. You were a pretty good sniper and were sure you could handle some walkers wandering around in the open field if they decided to come to close to the farm. Neither one of your parents tried talking to you after what happened at the dinner table and you were glad to be alone; all the rage still inside your guts.
You nestled inside the hay and closed your eyes after checking your surroundings one last time soon afterwards falling into a deep slumbers.
Your precious sleep was disturbed as soon as you heard rustling noises outside the barn and the hand that grabbed the gun was immediately in position to put a bullet between two walker eyes if necessary. “Daryl?” you whispered because you remembered that he sometimes wandered around to check the areal but there was no answer. “Hello?” you asked once again and looked outside but everything was quiet. Maybe it was just the wind or some animal you thought and as soon as you turned around a giant hand grabbed you from behind, firmly pressed against your mouth to silence the scream inside your throat. You frantically tried to free yourself and remembered the gun in your hand but it was quickly taken from you.
“Sh-“ you suddenly heard and relaxed a little bit as you recognized Shane’s voice. The relaxation wasn’t long-lasting when you stared into dark pupils, his lips slightly agape and his right hand still grabbed the back of your head as his other hand kept your mouth shut. Shane saw the shift in your eyes; first there was the relief to recognize a familiar face but when your brain finally processed it, he could see the sheer fear in your eyes and honestly? He lived for it.
“Just came to talk-“ he mumbled softly. Too softly.
You gulped and blinked a few times, trying to come up with a plan; a way out of here but Shane knew exactly what you were thinking about and smirked. “Oh, princess, don’t be afraid-“ he spoke with false concern, his voice still as soft and smooth as butter but the grip of his fingers told you otherwise. Shane slightly moved his hand over you mouth when you started mumbling. “Hm, what was that?”
“I-I’m going to scream, Shane, if you’re-“ your words were cut off by his huge hand, once again firmly pressed over your mouth. There was a glimmer in his eyes and it made your stomach turn as he bend down, his lips softly hovering over your ear as he said:
“Oh, I know you will.”
Shane turned you around so your back was against his stone hard chest; while the hand over your mouth never left its spot his other arm wrapped around your frame like a boa constrictor pulling you harshly against him. A small whimper escaped your throat and Shane stopped in his tracks. “Was that a fucking moan I heard?”
You reluctantly shook your head but he knew better, your body reacting almost on its own as it melted against his own. “Look at you, pressing your little ass against my dick, you fucking want this, huh? Where you a little bitch because you wanted me to fuck you?”
This time you didn’t shook your head nor nodded; truth was, you were confused on what you wanted. Your feelings for Shane were mostly pure hate but his body was to die for.
“Fucking answer me-“ he growled next to your ear and you immediately shook your head; no, you didn’t do it on purpose, he was the one that went too far meddling in your family business. You just told him, simply as that.
“Bet you thought I wouldn’t repeat what I did to you before, bet you thought you were safe…” you felt his lips against your neck and closed your eyes. “But I also bet you liked sucking my dick. Tell me, how many nights were you lying awake playing with yourself wishing it was me?”
You remained quiet as you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he was absolutely right.
Shane removed the hand over your mouth but grabbed your hips instead. You slightly turned your head to look towards the big barn door, trying to calculate if you could be fast enough to run but he just chuckled. “Come on, try running. I’m just going to fuck you in the grass so everyone in their tents can hear you.”
That was something you definitely didn’t want, inside the barn there was at least some privacy. Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt Shane’s hand reaching inside your jeans, slipping inside your panties and your breath hitched. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, you were hot for him after all and something told you that Shane wanted you as well, not only to teach you a lesson but because he had it as bad for you as you had it for him.
Shane felt your body relax as his fingers dipped into your already wet folds, giving your clit a lazy swirl making you moan in the process.
“Shit, you’re such a little whore for me.” Your head nodded on its own as you rocked your hips against his fingers, relishing in the fact that Shane actually touched you.
Your breath was suddenly squeezed from your lungs as he harshly pushed you onto a nearby table, bending you over. “Shane-“ you gasped and heard him hum in return.
Shane quickly pulled your jeans and panties down and stared at your small ass; it was pure perfection to his eyes. Art.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the rough skin of his fingertips on your sensitive skin, softly caressing and kneading the flesh in is hands. “So perfect.” He leaned over you and gave you a small kiss in your cheek making your heart melt in return; it wasn’t only hate you felt for the older man, the butterflies in your stomach made that pretty obvious.
The first slap on your ass took you completely by surprise and you let out a small shriek. There was a short pause before his hand curled around your neck, pushing your face deeper into the surface while he gave one harsh slap after another. You tried to scream but could barely breath, your fingers clawing into the wood beneath you desperately trying to hold onto something for support.
Tears formed in your eyes and ran over your heated cheeks as Shane continued to abuse your already sore behind; one slap harder than the other till you were a sobbing mess underneath him.
“Shane, please-“ you managed to breath out but he didn’t care.
“Fucking told you what happens if you run that mouth again, told ya I would come for that sweet ass of yours.” He chuckled and finally stopped the abuse of your behind. He softly caressed the reddened and swollen skin, helping you relax a little bit. Your eyes were shut with tears still escaping as you silently cried. You were sure he would continue any moment but instead Shane kneeled down, spreading your cheeks and buried his face against your dripping cunt.
You gasped once again as you felt his tongue down there, turning you into a writhing mess. Shane licked, sucked and tongue-fucked your sex as he continued to merciless eat you out.
“Fuck, Shane…” you moaned and felt him hum, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. It was almost too much; your ass that hurt like hell, his stubbly chin against your sex but his tongue that felt like heaven giving you a bittersweet experience you never felt before.
Shane could tell you were close as your hips began to quiver and your moans became more intense. His lips found your clit and gave it a strong suck as you came all over his face. He continued to eat you out even when you tried to get away from him but his fingers dug into your hips holding you into place.
You let out a relieved sigh when he finally let go. You couldn’t see it but Shane’s face was covered in your juices, making him lick his lips.
“You taste so good, princess, almost came into my pants.” You tried to get up but Shane pushed you down, his hand resting on your back. “Oh, baby… we’re not done.”
“Shane?” you asked as you heard rustling noises as if he undressed himself all while holding you into place against the wooden table. Was he still going to fuck you? Was this really the night you’d lose your virginity?
You felt as he pulled his rock-hard member out of its fabric prison before poking it against your entrance but he didn’t enter yet, not before sliding it a few times through your throbbing pussy to gather enough slick. “Shane-“ you whined once again and heard him grunt in return. “Please-“
Just as your body started to relax his cock was suddenly gone from your throbbing entrance and positioned at your asshole. Your eyes widened in shock as realization hit you; he would fuck your ass.
“Shane, what are you doing?!” You asked panicked and felt the weight of his body on your own. “Teaching you another lesson. But this time you’ll remember for sure…”
You wanted to protest, to push him away as you were definitely not ready to take it there.
“Shane, wait, I never-“
His member slowly pushed into the tight ring of muscle as he covered your moth once again, this time to mask your screams for sure. His fingers found your clit as he drew circles over the still sensitive nub from your previous orgasm. “Fucking shit, so tight-“ he growled and your nails dug into the wood once again, this time you were sure it made you bleed. It took a few soft thrusts before the pain turned tolerable. Shane pulled slightly back before delivering a harsh thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.
His cock entered you with such a force it literally threw your forward and your feet lost contact with the floor. You tried to grab something but your body just didn’t obey, your brain in a foggy haze as he kept fucking in you from behind.
“Shit; how can it be so fucking tight?” he groaned and his fingers dug into the soft skin at your hips. It would leave marks; you were sure but couldn’t care less for now. With every harsh thrust his balls slapped against your throbbing clit making you close your eyes in pure bliss. You weren’t even sure how it was possible for him to be this deep inside you; his length made it seem impossible but your body proved you wrong as your hungry hole swallowed him; the grip around his dick so intense Shane felt his own release approaching.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth hung open for a silent cry, drool dripping down your chin and neck and for Shane it was the most beautiful sight; there you were, a drooling, moaning and writhing mess as he fucked your tight virgin hole. Your orgasm washed over you in intense waves; blood rushing in your ears as you came all over his dick.
“Fuck!” Shane closed his eyes as well before his grip on your waist increased, threatening to break you in half as he fucked you through both of your highs. He gave one final thrust before he came hot and heavy, painting your insides white.
You didn’t know how long you stayed like this; heavy panting as Shane’s fingers still dug into your skin, his cock turning slowly soft. Shane pulled out and licked his lips as he saw his own cum dripping out of your ass and down your legs. Your legs felt like Jello and if it wasn’t for Shane, you surely would have collapsed. Shane bend down to give you an intense kiss, his teeth colliding with your own as his tongue dominated your mouth. You let it happen while your hands rested against his chest.
As he pulled away you let out a small whine and he smirked.
“Hope ya learned your lesson.”
“Well…” you cleared your throat, voice all raspy. “Just because I made you cum doesn’t mean it wasn’t a lesson, ya know.” He spoke firmly but there was a hint of a smirk around his lips.
“Besides… you won’t be sitting for at least a week.”
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Edge of Sanity
Shane Walsh x reader
Summary: As the world crumbled, Shane Walsh, once strong, now teetered on the edge.
Author's Note: He never had an affair with Lori in this little story.
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The sun dipped low over Hershel's farm, casting long shadows across the serene landscape. Shane couldn't help but feel a growing unease as he watched the horizon. He had been feeling it for weeks now, the pressure of their world closing in on him, driving him to the brink.
You, his wife, noticed the change in him more than anyone else. The once-steadfast, tough-as-nails Shane was slipping away before your eyes. He had become more erratic, more paranoid, and it was tearing him apart.
One evening, as you sat together on the porch, Shane's eyes darted to the darkening woods. He whispered, almost to himself, "They're out there, y'know," his fingers clutching the grip of his gun.
"Shane, we're safe here," you reassured him, reaching out to touch his trembling hand. "Hershel's farm is secure. We're together, and that's what matters."
But Shane couldn't shake the fear that gnawed at him day and night. He patrolled the perimeter of the farm obsessively, his once-calm demeanor now replaced with a hair-trigger temper. He snapped at the others in the group, often escalating minor disputes into shouting matches. His comrades were growing wary of him, but you remained steadfast.
One evening, tensions reached a boiling point. Rick, the group's de facto leader, confronted Shane about his increasingly erratic behavior. Their argument was explosive, echoing through the quiet farmstead. Shane accused Rick of weakness, of putting everyone at risk by clinging to a sense of morality that had no place in this new world. The confrontation turned physical, fists flying as their friendship shattered.
You couldn't stand to watch the two men you loved tearing each other apart. You stepped between them, pleading for them to stop. It was then that Shane's madness was laid bare for all to see. His eyes, once filled with determination, were now clouded by a dangerous intensity. He was losing himself, and it was tearing your world apart.
One night, you took his hand and led him away from the group, away from prying eyes. Under the moonlight, you looked into his troubled eyes and said, "Shane, you're scaring me. This isn't you. We've been through so much, and I can't bear to see you like this."
Tears welled in his eyes as he finally let his guard down. "I'm scared," he confessed, his voice cracking. "Scared of losing you in this mess, in this world. I can't lose you, baby. You're the only thing that's keeping me sane."
You held him close, feeling the weight of his fears and insecurities. "I'm right here, Shane. I'm not going anywhere. We'll face this world together, just like we always have."
With those words, a flicker of hope returned to Shane's eyes. He leaned in and kissed you, a desperate, passionate kiss that spoke of all the love and longing he had been keeping bottled up. In that moment, you both found solace in each other's arms, holding onto the fragile thread of humanity that bound you together.
As the stars shimmered above, Shane whispered, "I love you. Don't ever forget that."
With your arms wrapped around him, you replied, "I love you too, Shane. We'll get through this. Together."
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“compulsion” - part 2 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)
first part here
pairing- (Shane x fem!reader)
warnings- nsfw, 18+, age gap, dads best friends, drinking, oral (r!recieving), fingering, jealous rick… 1.8k wc
You’d been a complete tease since that night in the garage. You knew it. They knew it. Apparently the only one who didn’t know it was your father. Such an oblivious man. Unable to see the way his friends undress you with their eyes anytime they get a glimpse of you. Or the way you purposely wear the shortest skirts you own whenever they’re around. And today was no exception. A neighbourhood barbecue that your parents are hosting. Mostly an attempt in upholding the outstanding community member facade they desperately cling to. And with all your fathers friends who were invited, you decide that for your own form of validation, to put on your shortest sundress. A pale yellow with a soft floral pattern, almost unnoticeable unless you were up close. It was so short that you have to pull the sides down anytime you get up from your seat.
“Where you goin’?” Rick asks as you tug on the skirt, heading for the door to your house. Your shoulder now a little cold without his arm wrapped around it. Something neither of your parents seemed to notice. Or if they did they certainly didn’t care. Too busy in conversation, welcoming some of the newest Alexandria recruits.
“Washroom.” You make a face at him. He seemed almost appalled that you’d be leaving his side. He probably was. Always trying to keep you close. Closest out of the three. And that was keeping him on edge. Trying to maintain your attention the most effectively, and keep it on the low. In fact, the secret was making him a little jumpy. The weeks of stolen kisses and touches catching up to him too. Very, very secret touches. Hiding what was becoming an exhilarating and extremely complicated relationship between three different guys, all old enough to be your father.
He watches your hips sway as you walk into the house, flashing him a cute smile before making your way down the hallway.
When the bathroom door opens, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Shane. With a flirty grin, your body moves quicker than your mind. Pushing the man back in as he tries to object, but you don’t let him. Pressing your lips to his and pulling him in by the back of his neck.
“What-”
“Mhpm.” You don’t even let him answer. Just continue kissing him all hot and needy, while you close the door behind you, pulling him close against you as you start to feel him relax. To accept that this was happening.
The entire day was torture. Each one of them very aware of your cries for attention, but not offering to do anything about them. When you tried to pull Rick upstairs to your bedroom he got all tight jawed and told you to cut it out. Pinching your ass as he led you towards the backyard. And Daryl, silently shook his head when you teased your fingernails up your thigh, lifting your skirt to show him the colour of the thong you were wearing. Ugh, they’re so boring. No fun at all.
It’s such a shame too. You want them so bad and they barely seem to acknowledge it. You woke up this morning all hot and needy, hand in your panties before your alarm even wrang. And seeing the men all perfect and groomed wasn’t helping. In their Sunday best button ups, with a spritz of cologne that made your head dizzy. It was intoxicating. The way you actually crave them. The way you feel like you need them. You’re already addicted and you’ve barely even had a taste.
“Would you believe me if I told you I’m a virgin?” You ask Shane in between messy kisses, hands already tugging at his belt, more than hinting at the real reason you decided to trap him in the costal themed bathroom.
He laughs against your lips. He tastes like beer. And you like it. A lot.
“Absolutely not.” He leans back. Tone more serious now. “Are you?”
An amused huff escapes your lips as you rest your head against the bathroom door. “No. But I wish I were.”
You pull him in again, tongue tracing his bottom lip as you kiss him. “Wish it coulda been you who popped my cherry,” his hand is under your dress, rubbing you through your panties. “Who fucked me and corrupted me,” you continue against his lips, the softest moan escaping your throat at his touch.
But he pauses. Trying to catch his breath, still rubbing soft circles on your clit.
“Ain’t too late for that second one.”
He’s right. It’s not.
“Probably woulda been better then some 16 year old jock on prom night. What’d he last, 30 seconds? Bet he couldn’t even make you come, huh?” He asks, fingers finding their way into your panties now, spreading your arousal onto your clit, and dipping inside.
“No- “ you gasp at the intrusion. “Was- was my high school gym teacher. Cheated on his wife with me in the girls locker room during lunch hour.”
Shane couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth at your confession. Vibrating against your own lips. And you smile because he’s amused. But you aren’t joking. And it’s really not that funny. Truly wasn’t your proudest moment.
“Now that, I believe.”
You’re done talking, so you pull his smile against your own and whimper into his mouth. His fingers already pumping slowly inside of you. Finding your sweet spot with ease. Making your bare toes curl against the cool tile.
From the moment you woke up, you’ve needed this. Needed to come. All over his fingers. His cock would be ideal, but he told you no already. They all came to an agreement. Daryl, Rick and him. Said it was “crossing a line” or some bullshit. As if finger fucking your best friends daughter while he’s flipping burgers on the back deck isn’t.
“Please, Shane- need you so bad-” you whine against his lips. Hips involuntarily bucking into his hand.
“Fuck, baby-” you know he’s trying to hold back.
“Just-uh,” he groans, dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling your panties down in one swift motion. Taking your right thigh and pulling it over his shoulder.
Your hands tangle in his hair at the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. His hands are under your dress, nails digging into your ass and pulling you even closer. The warm slickness of his tongue moving up and down on your clit. Pleasure swirls in your stomach and silent whimpers escape your swollen lips.
“Taste so fucking good-” he groans against you, bringing two fingers up and teasing your entrance. Leaking with arousal and spit. Absolutely begging to be filled. To be fucked.
“Ohmygod,” you moan, pressure building in your core as he curls his fingers. Sucking and lapping at your clit, like he just can’t get enough.
“Gonna come, Shane-” you tell him, hands tightening their grip on his dark locks. Your left leg is starting to tremble, and you’re climax is approaching much quicker then you were hoping. Thanks to his tongue replicating what you can only assume feels just like heaven.
And right when that tight, hot band in your core feels like it’s about to snap, you feel the wood behind you move, and hear the door handle rattle. Someone trying to use the bathroom that had thankfully been locked in between frenzied kisses and grabby hands.
“Occupied!” You squeak, eyes widening at the interruption. Your heart practically skipping a beat at the prospect of being caught.
You feel Shane’s movements halt to a stop, big, brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs.
“Shit. sorry, sweets.” You’re father’s deep voice carries through the door, and a cheeky grin forms on Shane’s handsome face. Once the footsteps retreat down the hall, he puts his index finger to his lips and shushes you. Be quiet, baby.
“Keep going-” your voice is hushed and shaky. Desperately unashamed to be begging for his mouth. His fingers. His nose, and how amazing it feels grinding against your pulsing clit. And wether he heard your pleas or not, he obliged.
You raise you hand to your mouth and bite down on the fleshy side of your palm, silencing the sounds you both know you can’t contain. And you’re close again in a moments time. Eyes rolling back and hips jutting forward. Muscles aching already.
Oh my god.
“Don’t stop, please, please, please-” you beg him for your orgasm. And he gives it to you. Coaxing it out of you with his mouth and his fingers. Feeling a warm wave of pleasure erupt from your cunt, going up your stomach and down your things. And you bite your lip trying not to moan but it feels way too good and you can’t help it.
Not that Shane minded.
“Fuck.” You whisper, core twitching as he pulls his sopping digits out of you. Looking you right in the eye as he kisses your clit, one last torturous time, before he takes your panties, pulls them back up and fixes your dress. He washes his hands as you catch your breath, still leaning against the door. Face flushed when you see him smirking at you through the mirror.
“Think you can behave the rest of the night?”
You nod eagerly, “Yes.”
“Good. Now go back out there and pretend you didn’t just come all over my fingers, alright? Have a drink, eat some food. Be a good girl for us.”
You left the bathroom before him, checking that the coast was clear before slipping outside and eyeing the open spot still next to Rick. He notices you immediately and holds up a red solo cup, cold condensation already dripping down the plastic.
“Made you a drink,” he hands it to you as you sit next to him, the side of your thigh flush with his, keeping him extra close. And before his arm can make its way back around your shoulder, his eyebrows pinch together in a confused scowl.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, inspecting your dopey expression.
“Hm?” You look at him as innocently. Clearly still little dazed from your trip to the washroom.
Rick’s face twitches when he notices. Your thighs are actually trembling. Already sore from keeping yourself standing on one foot, while coming hard on another man’s face only moments earlier.
Rick’s palm flattens on your thigh, pushing it into the seat and halting it’s shakiness.
“Really?”
“What?” You ask, voice sweet as honey.
“You know what.”
“I- I tried to take you upstairs n’ you got all grumpy-” you stutter, trying to defend your sinful actions.
“I said later.”
You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. And you’re a little surprised to feel a jolt between your legs at his jealousy. How hot it is that he’s a little mad. A little… possessive.
“M’ sorry,” you whisper in his ear, tucking yourself in closer to his side, sipping the drink he made you. “Can make it up to you. Promise.”
He rolls his eyes. Annoyed and jealous and irritated that it wasn’t him who had his way with you in the bathroom, so well that it made your legs shake. But regardless of his hostility, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in against his warm body. And you notice that his grip tightens when Shane walks by, giving you a charming smile and a flirty nod.
Annoyed and defeated, Rick sighs and leans in. Close enough that his lips brush your ear.
“Alright. Upstairs. Now.”
part 3
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(Daryl’s part will be next… hope you all enjoyed💗)
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Out of sight
Shane Walsh x F!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: explicit content, explicit language, teasing, banter, unprotected sex, age gap
summary: Shane stays over at your house when your parents leave, we all know how it’ll end.
a/n: thank you to my sweet @chelseasdagger for proofreading this!
“Right, we won’t be long.”
You turn and give your mom a small smile from where you're sitting on the living room couch, in front of the TV with your boyfriend.
“Okay!”
“You kids don't do anything stupid, alright?”
Your dad steps in and glances over both you and Shane.
“We won't.”
You answer shorty, following it up with another smile before turning your attention back to the movie. Shane nods at your parents, giving them a small wave. He stays completely silent until you hear the main door lock behind your parents.
“Kids?”
He asks, turning to face you now. You sigh, letting yourself relax slightly since your every move wasn't being monitored by your parents anymore. Not taking your eyes off of the TV, you shrug at Shane's question.
“I don't think my parents know how old you are.”
You innocently give him a simple answer, and he frowns, slightly confused.
“Yeah? Never asked?”
“Oh they did.”
You answer, popping a handful of popcorn into your mouth, not sure where he's going with this as you do not see any issues with occasionally hiding some minor things from your parents. Shane watches you for another moment, his eyebrows pull up as he slowly realizes what you've done.
“Mhm, so how old’d you make me?”
He bites his lip, squinting as he tilts his head to the side slightly, his eyes never leaving your face for even a moment.
“Ohh, you know.”
You give him a nonchalant wave, and his eyes open wide at the audacity in the tone of your voice.
“I don't.”
You don't reply, so he asks again.
“How old?”
“Twenty…something.”
He scoffs, huffing loudly, and turns to the side with a smirk, quickly looking back at you.
“Shit, darlin…haven't been twenty-something in a while, you know that?”
“Oh, you want me to go tell my dad that? Hmm?”
“No, no, okay just-”
You push yourself off the couch, but he catches your wrist and pulls you down in his lap.
“What you do that for? Hmm?”
He asks, his fingers on your chin as he turns your face back towards him.
“Cause you're old, Walsh.”
You answer quickly, and he sighs loudly, shaking his head with a big eye roll. His hand pushes your face away, and you fall off his lap and onto the couch.
“Asshole.”
He mumbles under his breath, and you laugh at his immature reaction, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek before changing the possession in which you lay on the couch.
“Lay down.”
You order him, and he follows, stretching his legs out on the couch, his hands under his head now as he watches you get comfortable on top of him. You throw your leg over his, choosing to lay down on your stomach, facing the TV with your head propped up in your hands by Shane's legs, your thighs over his lower chest, your ass right in front of his face. Shane clears his throat, pushing his hips up slightly as he attempts to get a bit more comfortable, his hand immediately on the back of your thighs.
“How's that?”
You glance back at him over your shoulder, and he doesn't even bother to pretend like he's still watching the movie.
“God damn perfect, darlin.”
And that's how he feels, with your tight leggings showing off the hem of your panties right there, so close to him, his thumb now brushing right over it.
“God damn perfect.”
You shake your head with a smirk, making sure to push your ass out some as you move on top of him. Shane grunts, pushing his fingers into your things and ass, and you hum loudly, wiggly slightly on top of him.
“Don't get too comfortable, Walsh.”
“Wouldn't dream of it, sweetie.”
He mumbles, his eyes still on your ass, closing only when he pushes his thumb against you through the fabric and you push back into his touch in response.
“It's kinda hot here, isn't it?”
You ask oh so innocently, pretending to still watch the movie.
“Yeah?”
Shane bites down on his lip, his whole hand coming over your ass now before he squeezes it tightly. His lips part as he glaces back and forth between you and your ass, waiting for your word.
“Mhm.”
You hum as a response and push your ass up slightly. Not even seconds after, you feel his fingers hook under the hem of your leggings. The fabric brushes over your skin as he pulls them down, exposing your panties. You quickly pull them up higher, allowing the fabric to dig into your pussy, accentuating the shape, not leaving much to his imagination anymore.
“Shit.”
As you push yourself up slightly, you "unintentionally" brush your hand up his legs, and then a bit higher and a bit more. Resting your palm on top of the bulge in his jeans, you feel him already almost half hard, straining against the fabric slightly. He breathes in sharply through his teeth and follows, cupping you over the fabric with his big hand before he pushes his thumb through your folds, brushing little circles over your clit. You sigh loudly, relaxing into his touch, letting him work over you through the fabric just like that. Shane holds you on top of him, his fingers digging into the back of your thigh, watching the small, slowly expanding darker spot right in the middle of the fabric as you feel yourself getting closer, and he feels his blood rushing right between his legs.
“Damn it.”
He mumbles, his hips bucking up under you without his control. You lay back down, resting your face on top of your arms, on his legs. Your hips slowly begin to move back and forth, pushing away slightly, then pushing right into this touch again, grinding on his fingers.
“Shit darlin’ that what we're doin’? You gonna rub one out for me? Hmm?”
He attempts to sound nonchalant, ignoring the slowly overwhelming sensation in his pants.
“Like you don’t want me to do that.”
You answer without even opening your eyes again.
“Like you don’t waaant me to come from how you touch me? Hmm?”
You tease, giving him the taste of his own medicine. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel him digging into your stomach now, pushing against the jeans.
“Hmm? Walsh?”
You turn to look over your shoulder as you don’t hear him again.
“You staring at my ass?”
“I ain’t.”
He states, not looking away from what’s in front of him for even a second, his thumb pushing up and down your folds the whole time.
“Walsh.”
“Not my fault, it’s right in my face.”
You scoff, getting back into the movement. Shane’s hand on the back of your thigh gradually speeds up the pace. Reaching down under your stomach, you palm the bulge between his legs, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his length. Shane grunts, pushing his thumb harder against you as you undo his zipper and tighten the grip around his cock. You grind against him for a bit longer, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with every second, losing your composure for a moment as you move back and forth on top of him. Until finally pushing back into him enough to get yourself over the edge. Grunting, you bite down on your lower lip, unintentionally wrapping your fingers even harder around him. He curses quietly, grabbing onto your wrist to pull your hand away from him before helping you change your position and lay down on your back.
“C’mere.”
He mumbles under his breath, kneeling between your legs before quickly reaching down to pull your panties off while you focus on helping him get his pants and boxers down, spreading your legs open for him at the same time.
“Shit, all that for me, darlin? Hmm? I make you feel that good?“
He whispers, rubbing his hand up and down his already hard cock.
“Don’t get cocky, or I’ll tell my parents how old you are.”
Shane raises his eyebrows, leaning down towards you.
“You’re the one lying bout it, sweetheart.”
You frown, pouting at the fact that he was, probably for the first time in his life, right about something.
“Oh, bite me.”
“Yeah, you wish, huh?"
"Don't get anything on the couch.”
You warn, and he grunts loudly, his head falling as he continues to thrust into you. Your words ring out in his head as a reminder, not letting him forget where he is, what he's doing or the fact that your parents could walk through the front door any second.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Feeling like a fucking teenager again, Shane speeds up the pace and your mouth falls open. A loud moan sips past your lips while he leans down quickly. Pushing your shirt up, he licks and kisses over your stomach, then your chest, the warm and wet feeling making your legs shake slightly and your hips push up into him. Your hand brushes over the short prickly hair at the back of his neck, your legs wrap around his waist, as you feel your whole body rocking back and forth with every thrust. Feeling the slight bit of pain as he hits that spot deep inside you, you whine out his name, pushing your hand between your legs to work your clit from the outside.
“Yeah? That feels good, baby? Huh?"
He teases, his hand quickly changing for yours, and you feel his touch on you now. It's rougher, harder and faster than what you would do, but you don't complain, feeling your back arch up at the sensation.
“Shane."
Your fingers wrap tightly around his arm, your body letting you know you won't be able to hold it back any longer. His thrusts are slower now, but they hit harder. You feel his hips brushing against you every time he pushes in deep inside you, and you cover your mouth, fighting back the whines that would otherwise fall from your mouth.
“Shit-”
He mumbles, feeling his cock stretching you out, and you clenching around him in response.
“Shit.”
He repeats one more time. His breathing shallows and his fingers push harder into you before you suddenly freeze. Your eyes shoot open, the sound of the car on the driveway to your house almost sending you into a panic, but he doesn't stop.
“Shane.”
You start, smacking his shoulder. Feeling him speeding up again, you moan suddenly and loudly.
“Shane they-”
“I know, I know, just-”
He glances back over his shoulder, his fingers on your clit, his hips thrusting into you again and again, determined to make you both finish.
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Your breath shakes as you inhale sharply, biting into his arm to keep quiet, your body tensing up underneath him before finally coming undone. Your legs shake and wrap tighter around him, your teeth digging into his skin, your eyebrows pulled together as you fail to fight back the loud whine. Shane grunts loudly, leaning down over you as comes almost at the exact time you do. Clenching his jaw, he closes his eyes, holding himself up above you despite his arms shaking slightly from the work he's done. Panting heavily, he glances around your face, and you catch that god damn smirk before he pulls out quickly.
“It was good, wasn't it?”
He winks before pushing himself up.
“Fuuuck.”
You groan, feeling the drag of his cock leaving your body and pull your knees to your chest, taking a few deep breaths in before quickly getting off the couch. You grab your panties off the floor while Shane tosses the leggings at you before fixing his black shirt. You quickly slip the pants on, not bothering with the underwear, and Shane watches you approach him before you slip the still slightly damp ball of fabric into his pocket.
“For you, and if they ask, you're twenty-seven. Got it?"
You whisper with a smirk before pressing a soft kiss to the side of his face and straightening up your shirt the moment the lock on the door snaps open.
"We’re back!”
Your mom’s voice bounces off the walls of the house and Shane shakes his head quickly, blinking a couple of times as he attempts to get rid of the explicit images of you from moments ago playing back in his head.
"Yes ma'am."
He whispers more to himself than to anyone else, before making his way over to you and your parents, wiping his hand off on his jeans just in case.
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Just thinking... if there is any fic of the reader getting revenge on Shane for cheating on her, so she has dirty sex with Daryl, or with Merle or better with both.
Daryl offering to comfort the reader because he saw her cry and it softened his heart and made his cock hard. He would brush her hair out of her face and wipe her tears, telling her that she would be better off without Shane. He would have his lips swollen from crying, about to put his thumb in her mouth. He would give her a tissue and help her wipe her face. He would end up taking her to the store she shared with Shane and fuck her there. He would really want shane to see them.
if anyone finds or writes a fic like this please let me know, i need to read something like this.
Sorry not sorry 🍋
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Tomorrow's promise
Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader, Daryl Dixon x reader (slow burn)
Warnings: Smut, swearing, vomit, character death
Chapter: 2.11
“Lily, you should get some sleep.”
“I will in a little bit.”
You remain sitting by the window, looking down at the barn Randall was being kept in from the bedroom. Even though there was always someone keeping watch, you still had this fear that he would escape and hurt someone.
“Daryl and T-dog are on watch; he’s not going to get out,” Shane sighs. “Lil, you look exhausted; you need to get some sleep.”
It did make you feel a little better knowing Daryl was watching him; you doubted Randall would ever get the upper hand on him. You only look away from the window when you hear a playful kissing noise. You smile watching Shane look at your son with so much love in his eyes as he blows kisses on his cheeks.
You go and sit beside him on the bed, smiling as Jace babbles away. Shane laughs, seeing his son's salvia bubbles drooling onto him, and kisses the top of his head. Getting a glimpse of the tears that brought tears to your eyes. “He’s starting to look much like his daddy; he’s got your eyes.”
“The two of you are the best things that have ever happened to me; I just want you to know that.” Shane wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek. “Now, try and get some sleep. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”
Nodding, you lay back and close your eyes, pushing the thoughts of everything bad that has and could still happen to the back of your mind.
—
A groan passes your lips as you stretch out in bed. You feel Shane shifting slightly beside you. “Mornin handsome.”
Shane rolls to face you and plants a soft kiss on your lips, “morning darlin.” He pulls you closer by the hips and deepens the kiss, but you pull back.
“Where's Jace?”
He mumbles, “Rick is watching him. He offered to take him after breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” You jolt upright. “What time is this?”
“Nearly noon.” Shane brings your face to his and kisses you again. You press your body against his, feeling the heat of his bare chest against the thin vest top that covers your chest. Shane rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that you’re on top. Feeling the bulge in his pants, you grind down against him. He strokes the side of your face with his thumb, chuckling. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”
“It’s been a while.”
His eyes lock with yours briefly before he removes your vest top, leaving you in only your pants. He sucks at the skin along your collarbone down to your breasts, leaving bruise-like marks. He takes one of your hardened nipples onto his mouth while pushing your pants to the side to rub at your clit.
It doesn’t take you long to come undone when he slides two fingers into you. You muffle your moans of pleasure by burying your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. Your eyes flicker open when you lean back, and the way Shane is smiling with the sun shining on his face through the window makes him look so happy, just as he was when you first met.
“Are you okay, Lil?”
“No,” you say, kissing him roughly. “I want more.”
“Take whatever you want, whatever you need from me.”
Your hands fumble as you quickly begin to undo his trousers. He lifts his hips enough for you to pull them low enough for his cock to spring free. You pull your pants to the side and line yourself up with him. Shane lets out a deep moan as you sink onto him, his lips pressing against yours. Finding a rhythm was easy; his hand came forward and slipped between your legs, finding your clit again.
It’s not long until you’re both coming apart, moaning into each other's mouths. You collapse forward, pressing your forehead against his. Gently, you kiss the side of his face that’s badly bruised and say, “I love you.”
He chuckles. “I love you too.”
—
Shielding your eyes from the sun with your hand, you glance up to the top of the windmill, where Shane is doing some maintenance on it. A few hours prior, Hershel had insisted Lori take his bed as the rest of your group moved into the Greene’s farmhouse, so as a compromise, it had been decided Lori and Carl would sleep with you while Shane and Rick slept on the living room floor.
You had offered to sleep on the floor, but you quickly got shot down in flames by Shane, which somehow led to another argument between him and your brother. He and Shane had gone into the empty kitchen where nobody else could hear them, but curiosity got the better of you, and you soon found yourself trying to listen in.
“Shane, my sister can take care of herself,” Rick says quietly.
“Yeah, yeah, you said that before, and look what happened.” Shane mutters bitterly under his breath before storming out.
“Hey, babe.”
Shane acknowledges you with a head nod but says nothing. You place the carrier chair Patrica had found the day before gently on the dried-up grass below, smiling slightly as Jace takes in his new surroundings.
“Want some help?”
“No.”
His moodiness was starting to irritate you; since his conversation with Rick, he’d done nothing but sulk and had bitten Glenn’s head off when he asked a question about patrolling the area. “Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”
“Nope.”
You click your tongue and say, “Fine, we’ll see you back at the house.”
Watching you go to pick up the carrier chair, Shane sighs, “Lil?”
You turn back around just as he starts to climb down. You cross your arms over, “Yeah?”
You're not sure if it’s the cold breeze of the wind or the look on his face, but a chill shoots down your spine. Now, standing right in front of you, you can see the uncertainty in Shane’s dark eyes.
“After I got Jace from Rick, I spoke to Lori, or more, she spoke to me. I went to take the little man outside for some fresh air, and she followed me.”
Your stomach tenses.
“She thanked me for looking after her and Carl when the world first went to shit. She then, uh, told me she messed everything up and doesn’t know who the baby’s father is.”
Feeling as if you’ve been punched in the gut, you step back from him. Shane attempts to touch you, but you turn to the side and vomit.
He rubs at your back and, in a concerned tone, says, “I’m sorry, Lil. For all of it.”
You bite on your bottom lip, refusing to let any tears fall. It had been so hard for you to forgive them both, but you thought you and Lori had reached some kind of unspoken agreement to never mention them sleeping together again, but it seems you were wrong. You take the almost worn-out bobble from your wrist and use it to tie your hair back before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “What did you say?”
“I told her I think Carl will make a great big brother. Come on, Lil. We’ve been over this,” he says, stepping forward and holding onto your wrists. “Don’t let this get between us again. Lori is only bringing it up because she thinks this is what caused the distance between me and Rick.”
“You didn’t tell her the truth, did you?”
“No, of course not. Only the three of us know about it, and it’s going to stay that way.”
You tilt your head back and ask, “Is that what you and my brother were arguing about earlier?”
Shane, let’s go and scoffs. “ Carl came to me with a gun he’d stolen from Daryl the day before, and I just said I thought Rick should talk to him about it. And then he said Randall took priority—”
“How did I get brought into this?”
Shane seems somewhat hesitant to tell you; he’s never been one to shy away from telling the truth, so it worried you that he wasn’t.
“Whatever it is, just tell me.”
“Rick chewed my head off when I said you couldn’t sleep downstairs…”
The look you give him silently tells him to continue.
“Things got heated when I said he should have just killed the son of a bitch, and he made a comment about how it’s not like before, and I can’t just take the law into my own hands.”
There’s no holding back the tears as you feel another wave of betrayal crash down on you. “He brought it up?”
Shane nods.
Furious, you turn and go back to the farm house.
“Where are you going?”
“He promised.” Rick had promised to never throw what happened that night in Shane’s face again.
“Wait, I’ll give you a ride to the farmhouse.”
—
You swing the car door open before Shane even breaks. You unbuckle your belt and storm towards Rick, who’s standing on the front porch alone. Shane follows closely behind while holding Jace.
“Lily, what’s wrong?”
You shove him in the chest and say, “You're an asshole.”
He looks between you and Shane, shocked by your outburst towards him.
“You promised me, you promised—” You go to shove him again, but you’re held back. “Let go of me, Daryl!”
“Go easy before you hurt yourself; you don’t want to bust up your arm again.”
You wriggled out of his grip and glared at your brother; you could see the guilt written all over Rick’s face. “The one fucking thing I’ve ever asked of you, and you couldn’t even do that.”
“Lil—”
After you’ve gone inside, you hear Daryl say, “I’ve no idea what shitstorm is going on, but I’d let her cool down.”
—
You watch as Daryl loads up the truck and walks over, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Hey,” you motion to the gun in the holster on your hip. “I thought you might want this since you’re low on arrows.”
Since you’re holding Jace, he takes it from the holster and inspects it. “Is this Dale’s gun?”
“Yeah. What you did last night was really brave, you know.”
He shrugs. “I did what anyone would do.”
You drew Jace close, nuzzling his cheek. “About earlier…”
“Don't; me and Merle used to fight all the time. It was what siblings do.”
“Suppose.”
Daryl observes you interacting with Jace, making silly faces, and kissing his face. He grunts, “Rick is not stupid, and neither are you.”
“What?”
Before Daryl has the chance to say anything else, T-dog runs around the corner and says, “Randall and Shane are gone!”
—
While everyone searches the barn for clues on where Randall, a skinny kid, could possibly have dragged Shane, you stand by the tree line, watching your fiancé hide.
After a few moments, Shane comes out of the treeline, his face covered in blood from a cut on the bridge of his nose. “Rick! Rick!”
“What happened?”
“He’s armed. He’s got my gun!”
Carl looks up at him, worried. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. A little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face.”
“All right, Hershel, T-dog, get everybody back in the house,” Rick says, taking charge. “Lock all the doors and windows. Glenn, Daryl, come with us.”
“Lil, I’m going to need that gun.” Shane stares at the empty holster. He gives you a questioning look that turns to a glare when he notices Daryl has it.
“Here, take this,” T-dog says.
Once Shane has his gun, you step closer as if you were going to kiss his cheek and whisper, “Do you really think anyone will believe he got the jump on you? I just watched you bury your gun. Whatever the hell you’re up to, better not get anyone hurt. I mean it, Shane.”
“We need to go,” he says, pulling back. He lightly brushes his hand over Jace’s hair and says, “I love you.”
—
Chewing on your bottom lip, you internally debate whether you should have said something or not. At the time, it made sense what Shane’s plan was: he’d take Randall into the woods and kill him, then pretend he ran away. But now it was dark and nobody had returned, causing a knot to tighten in your stomach.
Something was seriously wrong.
You look back out of the window and notice a figure running outside. Oh shit. Carl had snuck out.
You quietly rush downstairs and stick your head in the kitchen where Maggie, Patrice, and Beth were sitting. “Can you guys watch Jace for a minute? Thanks.”
It doesn’t take you long till you catch up with Carl and say, “Go back to the house now.”
“Aunt Lily, what are my dad and Shane doing?”
You follow his gaze to one of the small hills surrounding the farm and notice Shane pointing his gun at Rick. Your heart sinks. “Carl, run back to the house and tell your mom and T-dog to come out here, okay?”
“What’s—”
“Please, just do as I say.”
Soon as you see him running in the direction of the house, you sprint towards the hill. You slow down when you reach them; your brother notices you, but Shane, who’s facing the opposite way, doesn’t.
“You really believe if you walk back into that farm alone. No me, no Randall.”
“I want you to hush up.”
“Do you really believe they’re going to buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?”
“That’s just it. It ain’t no story. I saw that prisoner shoot you down. I ran after him and snapped his neck. It ain’t going to be easy, but Lily, Carl, and Lori—they'll get over you. And my son will have no memory of who you ever were.”
You remember the fear and desperation you felt when you were alone in the city when the apocalypse first started, and you know that you can't let that same fear consume you again.
You raise the gun in your hand and click the safety off. “I found your gun.”
“The one Randall stole, right?” Rick growls.
“Lily, you shouldn’t be here for this.”
You look to your brother, who gives you a pleading look and says, “Go before you get hurt.”
Offended, Shane placed his gun closer to Rick's chest. “Hurt her? I’ve done a lot of fucked-up shit I’m not proud of, but I’ve never once hurt her. Isn’t that right, Lil? That’s dedicated my life to keeping you safe; that’s why you’re going to leave and pretend you didn’t see anything.”
You had created this monster yourself by turning a blind eye to Otis’s death and choosing not to believe what Dale said.
Tears roll down your cheeks, and your voice breaks as you speak. “I’ve told you before, Shane, I love you; I really do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I won’t choose you over my brother.”
Your words only cause Shane to try and taunt your brother into fighting him. “You got a broken woman. A weak boy. And your sister? I’m sorry to say, sweetheart, but you’re just as fucked up as I am. And Rick, you ain’t got the first clue how to fix it. Now raise your gun.”
Rick puts his hands up and says, “You're going to have to kill an unarmed man.”
“Shane, please,” you beg. “Please don’t make me do this.”
“You ain’t going to do shit.”
Biting down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood, you aim for Shane’s leg but miss and graze his foot.
Rick takes the opportunity to try and tackle him, and the two end up in a scuffle. You try and attempt to break it up but are shoved back. The only stop is when Shane's Rick is pinned to the ground, his hand wrapped around his neck with one hand and his gun to his head with the other.
“Shane, I’m begging you. Please, let him go. We can go; we can leave, just like you wanted. Just me, you, and Jace.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not; I’m not; I swear we can go.”
“You’re that great of a mom, Lil, that I know you won’t let me near Jace for some time after I kill his uncle.”
“Please, please…”
You fall to your knees seconds after another gunshot rings out, and you scream. You’d just shot someone you loved. You toss the gun behind you and quickly crawl over to them, place your hand on Shane’s chest, and sob, “What did I do, Rick? What did I just do?”
“Lil…”
“Shane, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Rick kneels beside you and tries to help put pressure on the wound. “You made her do it. Why did you make her do it?”
“I love you, Shane; I’m so sorry.”
For a split second, a smile crosses Shane’s lips before his features become lifeless.
Rick lets out a wailing sound that you hadn’t heard him make since your father died. He then pulls you back from Shane’s body as you cry hysterically. “I just killed him. I just killed the father of my child.”
He holds you tightly. “You had to; you had to, Lily; otherwise, he would have killed me, and god knows who else.”
“Dad?”
You both turn in horror and face a distraught-looking Carl.
Rick walks towards him but freezes when Carl raises his gun.
“No, no, put the gun down, munchkin.”
Carl pulls the trigger and shoots something behind you. Moving out the way you cry out, seeing it’s Shane’s body, he’d turned into a walker.
Taking deep breaths, you close your eyes, listening to your brother try to console his son. When you open them again, you see a horde of walkers walking right towards you.
#the walking dead#shane walsh x reader#shane walsh/reader#shane walsh smut#shane walsh fanfiction#shane walsh fanfic#Shane Walsh#Shane Walsh/you#shane walsh x you#tomorrow’s promise#rick grimes x sister reader#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixion fanfic
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Greedy
Pairing: Shane Walsh x F!Reader
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Rating: E 🔞
WC: ~2,5K
Summary: You have a surprise for Shane
Warning: this is basically just smut that includes a butt plug. The anal play isn't too intense, but Shane definitely is, and this is how we all love him 😏😏😏
A/N: inspired by this picture, which was sent to me by @darlingshane as a request for my milestone celebration a few months ago. There weren't any specifics, but my brain went for that idea.
Also read it on AO3
It was shortly past noon on a Sunday, the weather as sunny and warm as would be expected from the start of summer. Shane, however, didn’t care about that, nor about the small group of people currently sitting at the long table in the middle of his garden. Well, not that he didn’t actually care about them, or didn’t want them here, it was more that his whole attention was on you. As it had been since that morning after you’d informed him about one specific detail just when your first guests had arrived, which had rendered him unable to find out more.
“Somethin’ up between you two?”
Shane’s eyes quickly glanced at a smirking Rick, who had joined Shane at the barbecue without him noticing. His eyes immediately returned to you at Rick’s words, before Shane snorted and shook his head as he checked on the few steaks and veggies he was grilling.
“Nah, we’re good.”
Rick lifted his hands in an if-you-say-so gesture, and chuckled as he took another pair of tongs to turn a steak as well, before he returned to sit next to his son.
As obvious as he might have been to his friend, Shane still couldn’t stop himself from following your every move as you got up to get more drinks or serve a dish, all while laughing with your extended family. You were talking to Maggie when you suddenly lifted your gaze to him, only to meet Shane’s eyes, since he was still watching you. You blinked in surprise at finding him already staring, but grinned cheerfully a second later and returned your attention to Maggie. What had Shane stopping in the motion of putting some bell peppers on a plate was the tiny crease that appeared in your brow for a brief second as you sat back down. It hadn’t been the first time, today. And that, as much as what you’d revealed earlier, had been one of the reasons that had him continuously watching you as well. You didn’t look in pain, but you kept biting over your lower lip at odd intervals, and your eyes seemed to turn glassy while you did so. In simple words, you looked… aroused. Not obviously so for other people, but Shane definitely knew that expression or the way you kept squirming around, as if unable to sit still for too long.
His nostrils flaring with his own arousal, Shane was annoyed that he couldn’t just walk up to you and demand that you show him what you’d hinted at earlier. That morning, you’d chosen to wear his favorite summer dress over … a surprise, as you’d put it. That had been all that Shane had been able to find out. He guessed the so-called surprised to be a sexy new pair of panties, but if your behavior was anything to go by, there had to be something more.
It was that more that had Shane finally giving in to his curiosity. He’d just taken the cooked meat and veggies off the grill and placed everything on the table for everyone, when he saw you rise once more and head inside. He threw a quick, be back in a sec, to the table in general, and followed you.
He found you in the kitchen, pouring fresh water from the fridge into a large glass pitcher. Taking the pitcher from you, he placed it onto the kitchen counter before silently clasping his fingers around your wrist and dragging you to the back of the house and into the living room.
“Shane?” you said in confusion as you walked behind him.
He didn’t reply until you were standing behind the couch, and he turned to you to unceremoniously push your upper body over the couch.
“Shane!” you gasped, as your knees hit the back of said furniture, and you had to catch yourself on the pillows.
“Alright,” Shane rumbled, as he leaned over you while his hands trailed along the back of your thighs to push the dress up. “Enough teasin’. Show me what you got for me.”
“Wh-what? Shane, not now,” you whispered sharply and turned your head to the hallway leading back to the kitchen and outside.
“Oh, yes now. Your own damn fault for tellin’ me about that… surprise, before everyone got here. You shouldn’t have said anythin’ if you didn’t want me to do exactly this,” Shane growled into your ear before he reared back to get a good look at what was hidden under the dress. He groaned when he saw the pretty new panties, the fabric soft and silky under his touch as he ran his fingers over your ass. You whimpered when he squeezed your cheeks and then slid a thumb teasingly over your covered lips.
“So pretty for me,” he praised, loving the feel of how warm and damp you were on his fingers.
His hand came to a sudden halt as his thumb moved higher and something hard met his digit. With a frown, he began sliding the panties down, but was surprised as you started moving and trying to bat his hands away.
“Ah, Shane, wait. Not now, I-” you pleaded, voice going up an octave, sounding between aroused but also curiously embarrassed.
Now all the more curious, Shane didn’t stop and ended up freezing at the sight that greeted him the second he revealed your ass to him.
“Oh God,” you moaned as you hung there, hiding your face in your arms. “I told you not now.”
Shane could do nothing more than simply stare for the longest time as his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing.
A butt plug. A fucking butt plug was snugly fitted inside your ass, only the flat, colored crystal at the base visible to him. Teasing him. Shane swallowed at the unexpected erotic sight, his pointer finger tracing around the base. The two of you had jokingly talked about using this kind of toy a few weeks ago when a friend of yours had gotten one as a gag gift at his bachelor’s party. Except that Shane hadn't thought that you'd want to go through with it. Anal sex hadn't been talked about in your relationship, but only because it had never come up. Talking about that toy had been arousing, sure, but Shane had more or less forgotten about it right after that conversation. You, on the other hand, clearly hadn't. And it wasn't like Shane could complain. Far from it, with how pretty the color of the crystal looked against your skin.
“So this is what had you squirmin’ like that,” he observed after a long silence, his voice deep. He lowered himself over your back again to speak into your ear. “Are you so greedy for my dick that you want me to fill all your pretty holes?”
His dick throbbed in his khakis at your whimper. Fuck, the idea of getting absolutely all of you was making him slowly lose control. He'd only meant to check out what you were hiding before going back outside, but with this?
Standing straight again, Shane licked his lower lip as he gently pulled on the base and grinned at your immediate intake of breath. He stopped you from turning around with a large palm pressed against the middle of your back.
“Sha-Shane, no, ah,” you pleaded, only your head turning towards him and revealing your wide eyes.
“Shshsh,” Shane whispered, as he turned the toy inside you before pushing on it and watching your arms falter as you bit down on a groan. “Can’t expect me to not play with it a little, hm?”
Fuck, he was already so incredibly hard just from teasing you that little bit, and had to quickly adjusted himself.
“No, please… What – ah – what if someone co – oh fuck! Shane d-don’t.”
You managed to keep your voice low as you begged, but you still pushed your ass out more as Shane began pulling at the toy. His heart was racing with the lust running through him and the need to see the warm metal stretching you for him. Despite you being right, despite several people being just on the other side of the house, Shane couldn’t stop himself from teasing you some more. Especially as he listened to you begging him to stop while moaning so wantonly, your body obviously loving every second of it. Shane was completely unable to pull his hands away from you.
As soon as the widest part started to appear to his eyes, the act having your body shaking as you fought every sound you wanted to make, Shane pushed the toy back inside to the hilt. A cry left your mouth, but you managed to choke it down before it turned too loud, and instead you bit into your forearm.
“Look at you, baby,” Shane said appreciatively, and ran two fingers along your soaked flesh. “Pleadin’ n’ beggin’ me to stop, but your pussy’s more honest than you.”
Your legs trembled, and you didn’t shy away from his touch, but you remained silent, your head lying over your folded arms on top of the couch. His mouth turning into a smirk, Shane pushed those two fingers slowly inside you until they couldn’t get any further. He hummed in satisfaction as you gasped, and your walls squeezed around his fingers. Playing with your entrance, Shane used the hand still lying on your back to go to the toy and pull at it yet again. Your head instantly flew up, and you slapped a hand on the pillow before fisting it as Shane tortured you in all the best ways.
“Shane,” you sobbed in pleasure. “Please.”
“Mh, please what?” Shane teased some more, pulling and pulling until the toy was almost all the way out. He had to fight with all his might to keep himself in check and not just fuck you right then and there at the sight of both of your stretched holes.
“Just… oh fuck… please… you gotta…” The end of your sentence was cut off by your pressing your mouth to your arms as you cried out when Shane plunged both fingers and toy back inside you.
Shane chuckled breathlessly. Shit, making you lose your focus was always such a turn on for him. Having you come apart on his fingers, mouth, tongue, or dick was the surest way to have him go over the edge as well. He’d never tire of watching you like this. As he tugged the toy out this time, he started to slowly fuck you with it, in synch with his fingers inside you.
“Hey, you guys here somewhere?” Glenn’s voice suddenly came from the kitchen.
Shane froze and so did you. Shane grunted under his breath as you tightened around his fingers, and smirked.
“Oh, that’s what you like? Want someone to run into you lookin’ like this? You sure squeezed real nice around my fingers just now,“ he rumbled straight into your ear before lifting his head and talking loudly. “Yeah, we’re right here.” Shane smirked as he kept fucking you with both hands and saw your wide eyes and your mouth opening to speak, but he talked over you. “We’ll be out in a minute.”
There was a pause in Glenn’s steps, before they retreated again with an audible grumble. Shane laughed under his breath.
“You think he knows, hm?” Shane thrust his fingers faster before taking them out and going straight for your clit.
You shook your head fervently while moans began falling from your mouth continuously as Shane increased the pace again. Shoving the toy back inside you, Shane wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up against him, turning your head until your eyes met.
“No? Should I call him back then? Or even Rick? Let 'em see what a dirty girl you are, hm?” Shane asked as his fingers flew over your clit.
“N-no!” you said in a high, urgent whisper and shook your head again while meeting his gaze with your wide, need filled eyes. “Please, Shane. Only need you.”
The hand on your throat tightened a notch as your declaration hit Shane deep, his possessive streak screaming in satisfaction in his head.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he hissed before claiming your mouth with his for a hungry kiss.
Shane groaned in approval as you lifted an arm to curl it around his neck to keep him against you. His erection pressed against your leg while his hand still worked between your thighs, and he growled deep in his throat as you came in his arms. The orgasm was so intense that your knees buckled, but Shane’s hold on you kept you from pitching over the couch, although you had to break the kiss to get your breathing under control again. Shane gently lowered you over the couch again to finally reach for his fly, and almost ripped it apart in his haste to open it and lower the pants enough to pull his cock out. Words of praise gushed out of him as he frantically fisted himself, the copious amount of pre-come making the glide easy. His eyes were riveted to your ass and slick folds, your juices covering the top of your thighs as well from how he’d played with you. Shane moved over you, his free hand holding him up on the couch as he kept speaking to you.
“The way you look right now. Fuck… Wish I could send everyone home now and take you apart.” His eyes returned to your ass and the toy. “And that toy, baby? Such a big plug for my girl,” Shane groaned at your muffled moan from his continuous praise. The toy wasn’t outrageously big, but he’d seen smaller ones, for sure.
“Had to,” you mumbled and turned your fully blown out pupils on him. “Had to make sure you’ll fit,”
Shane’s dick pulsed at the hidden praise, and he growled deep in his throat as the visuals assaulting his brain, as well as the current sight of you, brought him to the edge of his release. Leaning up again as his hand flew over his dick, Shane pulled one of your butt cheeks to the side and grunted harshly as the first strings of come hit you straight over the toy before he painted the back of your thighs as well.
Both of your quick breaths were the only sound coming from the room for a long minute, while Shane stared at your deliciously messy form through heavy lids. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your nape before he helped you gingerly stand, making sure that your dress didn’t touch the mess on your skin. You turned around to face him with a languid smile, which had him moving in to kiss you for a few, long seconds.
“I think you should head outside while I,” you trailed off with a chuckle.
Shane snorted and nodded, watching you walking through the hallway and vanishing into the bathroom before heading outside. Sitting down next to Rick, he was greeted by Maggie’s knowing smirk across from him, which he unapologetically met head on with one of his own. Glenn’s uncomfortable expression, when you made your way out again a few minutes later, only served to have him laughing as he kissed you in welcome before he reached for one of the salads.
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