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❀ bedtime snack ꣖ wc. 781 ꣓

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . oral. language. one brief mention of a spank.

jason todd is a d1 pussy eater.

your thighs are wrapped around his head, the occasional tremble passing through the tense muscle. his breath hot against your skin when he periodically pulls back to get a good look at your pretty pussy, eyes lidded in focus and satisfaction. he’s thriving off the pleasure he can pull from you, your whines and squirms sending his ego through the roof. jason genuinely is obsessed, from how you taste to the way you’ll whine out in that pitchy voice. 

his tongue licks a broad stripe up your slit, tongue flattening against your clit to feel your thighs tremble. “fuckin’ christ,” he groans against your cunt, the vibrations enough to make your toes curl. “could stay here forever.”

his mouth seals over your clit, sucking gently before increasing the pressure somewhat. teeth grazing over the swollen bud, just enough to feel a minor twitch. your hips jerking up towards his face, but he’s forcing your hips still with a heavy palm on your belly. “quit the squirmin’, need you ready for my cock.”

the sounds of your breathing mix with the wet noises of his tongue working between your puffy folds. he doesn’t miss a single spot, making sure no part of your cunt goes neglected. that’s just the type of man he is.

“j-jay,” you stammer out, hips trying to roll up against his face again, but he’s unrelenting—refusing to let you do as you please. he pulls away from you, barely, letting a thick glob of spit land on your glistening folds. his free hand rubbing in the saliva on your clit, tight circles that send your fingers flying to his dark hair. “‘m close.”

“yeah, you’re gonna cum,” he says matter-of-factly, pressing a wet kiss over your core. tongue darting out to flick against your heated skin, teasing you before his mouth latches back onto your pussy. jason’s tongue sliding between your folds roughly, drinking you in as his thumb continues rubbing at the pulsing nub. he’s moving his heavy palm from your stomach, the freshly freed hand slipping under your knee to spread you wider to his awaiting mouth. “go ahead, use me the way you want.”

you don’t need to be told twice, your hips bucking up against his face desperately. the slight stubble along his jaw rough against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, one that’s always welcome. his tongue never ceases its vigorous strokes, the pink muscle dipping into your clenching hole before dragging back up your slit to where his thumb works you over. jason repeats the movement until you’re dripping, a puddle of saliva and arousal pooling under your ass.  

your fisting his hair tighter, drawing a hiss from his lips, hips humping up into his face mindlessly. that familiar coil tightening as your stomach clenches, thighs somehow tensing even more on either side of his head. 

his thumb moves to expose your clit fully, another ragged groan tearing from the back of his throat. drinking in the full expanse of your cunt, a sight he’s memorized every day. he doesn’t stay away long, mouth sucking your sensitive nub between his lips. applying just the right amount of pressure with his teeth, barely grazing over the bud before soothing it again with his tongue. 

your whines are growing louder as you near the edge, toes curled tight as your heels dig into his shoulder blades. jason sinks two thick fingers into your sopping hole, the added stimulation sending your walls clamping around the digits. you grind your hips erratically, chasing the high only he seems to give you, and he doesn’t stop you. an occasional ‘mm’ or ‘so good’ coming from him his swollen lips against your pussy.

he sucks harder at your clit, fingers pumping inside your spasming hole. a rough curl of his middle and ring fingers sends shockwaves through your body as your thighs squeeze around his head. you’re cumming hard, so hard your brain goes blank. however, he doesn’t stop moving his fingers, tongue still lapping at your clit. he helps you ride through your release until you’re pushing his head back from overstimulation. your body overstimulated and spent from his relentless ministrations. 

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . piv. cockwarming. might be a little rough, wrote this before a doctors appt.

rafe uses cockwarming to get you nice and needy for him. 

the two of you sprawled out across the soft mattress, blankets wrapped around you in a sort of cocoon. his rough hand drags across the skin of your bare hip, keeping you close to him. it would be a picture of comfort if it wasn’t for his cock buried to the hilt in you. some stupid action movie playing in the background, the sounds of gunfire drowning out your occasional whine.

your cunt is leaking around him, walls a fluttering warmth heat he never wants to leave. for the most part, you’re good for him until the movie reaches that 20 minute mark. 

your hips press back further, urging his cock deeper. he knows you’re trying to get him to move, but he’s unwilling just yet. he needs you just a little needier, whining and begging for him to fuck you. 

you’re close, but not yet there.

he grips firmer, keeping you in place so you’re forced to lie still again. a whine bubbles up from your throat, head tilting back, trying to catch his eye. he’s not giving you an inch, though, letting you simmer in your frustration. 

rafe’s cock is rock hard in you, every twitch and pulse of his length is a clear implication he’s just as affected as you are. the feeling of your pussy practically drooling is almost enough for him to say screw it, almost. “you wanna cum, baby?” he murmurs into your ear, his hands refusing to let you move still. 

“yes, move rafe!” it’s a weak demand, but it’s been 20 minutes of nothing. that ache deep in your gut needing to be satisfied, but he keeps denying you. your head feels fuzzy from the teasing, stuffed full of his cock but not given the strokes you need. your soft whines reach his ears despite the obnoxiously loud action on screen being loud. 

he hums in mock thought, eyes moving to take in your face finally. they’re slightly glassy, an obvious indicator that you’re about to be pushed to the edge. “feelin’ needy, huh?” he coos at you, which would be sweet if he wasn’t clearly mocking you. he delivers you an experimental thrust, your pussy trying to suck him back in. “i dont know if you’re ready for me yet.”

“no, i promise i am, please,” you nearly cry out in frustration, hips attempting to press back to show just how ready you are. you can hear him huff behind you, grip loosening to let you fuck yourself back against him. “see, ’m ready.”

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . riding. he's a little condescending. language.

“ride me like you mean it, luvie,” simon grunts from beneath you, his words somewhat muffled from the cigarette dangling between his lips. one of his hands planted on your hip, a guiding yet firm gesture. your tits pressed up in front of his face, mouth sometimes pressing a biting kiss to the heated skin. 

“‘m trying,” you huff at him, continuing the up and down movements. your thighs tremble under your weight, aches shooting through you, not letting up. your right hand tight on the back of his neck, the other on his bicep. the powerful muscles flexing under your grip like the peacock he is. “you’re too big.”

“nah, you just don’t wanna do all the work,” he states bluntly; he’s getting a kick out of watching you struggle. it’s not like he’s not aware of how big he is, but he knows you can take him—that you can take that burning stretch. this is what you do, always so eager for his cock when he’s doing the work, but when it’s time for you to step up to the plate? suddenly it’s all: “‘s too big,” or “si, can’t take anymore.” it would bother another, but simon loves it—you being difficult makes something ignite deep in his core. 

“not true!" you protest weakly, not bothering to defend yourself because it is true. your thighs feel like giving out under you, hips rolling in a pathetic attempt for stimulation. one glance at simon’s amused face tells you he isn’t gonna make this easy on you, no matter how much you beg. he wants you to do the work, to show him you can take control of your pleasure. yet you still offer a sweet “please” to see if it’ll work.

“if you can take doggy like a pro, then you can fuck yourself on my cock, beautiful.” his head tilting to catch a better view of your scrunched-up face. his hand on your hip pinches lightly, urging you to speed up. you take the silent hint and pick up the pace, switching from slow grinds to up and down. you’re moving quicker now, but still refusing to sink down entirely on his length—not even halfway. “quit bein’ stubborn, you know how to take cock.”

your grumblings and whines fall on deaf ears; you realize you aren’t gonna get what you want until you do it his way. so you do, settling down entirely on his dick—ass flush with his thighs. he lets out a rough grunt, eyes slipping closed as he takes in your slick walls swallowing around him. “atta girl,” he praised, a quick pat to your ass letting you know he’s satisfied. 

when simon’s eyes open again, they drag over every satisfied feature on your face. your mouth opened in the shape of a little ‘o’ and eyes glassy from unshed tears. the stretch burns deliciously, your arousal pooling at the base of his cock. he jerks his hips up roughly when you slow again, burying himself deeper. “keep goin’, you’re so close.”

you do, your movements relaying your desperation to cum. simon’s finally helping you, the cigarette burning forgotten in the tray as both hands aid your bouncing. he prevents you from stopping or slowing, determined to stop you from messing up his release again. he continues rutting up into you, the tip of his cock never missing the sweet spot that makes your toes curl. 

“i’m close, si,” you moan out, nails leaving half crescents into the nape of his neck. you’re relentlessly bouncing on his cock, your moans and the sound of skin colliding fill the air. he’s not much better; breath hitching anytime he jerks up into you against his will. you can feel his fingers clench, like he’s resisting the urge to flip you on your back and fuck you properly. his patience running thin—the tightness in his jaw and the slight shifts under you giving it away. yet he still lets you continue, waiting to see if you can get off yourself.

“c’mon, you can do it,” he says gruffly, his gaze lidded as they rake over your tits moving in front of his face. the praise sending heat blossoming through your gut, walls clamping down on his cock. he’s taking over before you can process it, fucking up into you with vigor. 

your cunt clings to him tighter as you near that edge, he shifts a hand to rub tight circles on your neglected clit. a cry rips through your chest as the stimulation tears your release right out of you, vision blurring as he helps you ride out the peak. your pussy milking him sends him spiralling, his thick length pulsing in you as he dumps warm ropes of cum into you. 

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . piv. car quickie. having sex in front of walkers?

the sound of soft pants and ragged groans is filling the stuffy car air. your fingers grasping at the worn leather seats under you, knees keeping you up for his liking. his own hands squeeze at the bare skin of your hips, his colliding into your ass. he’s rough with each thrust, burying his cock to the hilt–determined to make you feel him for hours after.

“fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, his eyes lidded with pleasure. he was incredibly impatient during your supply run, and his strokes reflected that recklessness, which is unusual for him outside the walls. however, leaving a man with blue balls in the morning will make ‘em pent up the rest of the day. “squeezin’ so tight, baby.”

“d-daryl, gotta get back,” you slur out, your hips pressing away the best you can. a whine falling from your lips when his blunt head kisses against your g-spot briefly, your back arching deeper like a cat. a groan rips from the back of his throat, fingers squeezing to keep you in place. 

“quit fuckin’ movin’,” he hisses, tugging you right back into place. his cock drags against your fluttering walls, cunt squeezing like a glove. he’s rutting into you like a man possessed, your sensitive nub never going neglected as his balls slap against your clit. his grip tightens more, bruises sure to be left behind tomorrow. 

the sounds of walkers against the locked doors become distant noise, the two of you only focused on each other. daryl presses closer, switching from thrusting to rolling his hips in a filthy grind, your toes curling up as he focuses on hitting that sweet spot. “easy, woman,” he warns when you try to pull back again, his hands steadying you. the pleasure mounting, sending your brain into a haze. “you gon’ cum?”

“please,” you beg through a broken whine, your fingers leaving scratches in the black leather. your breathing is shallow and erratic, the familiar coil of release threatening to snap. “wanna cum!”

daryl can hear the demand in your voice, his stomach clenching under his shirt as his own release nears. your pussy swallowing him just right forces him to pick up the pace, skin on skin and your combined sounds of arousal create an obscene mix. “then cum.”

you don’t hesitate, your walls clamping up. that violent burst of white flash behind your eyes, thighs trembling under you. your cum coating his thick cock as his own release spills deep in your cunt as he collapses on top of you. 

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . piv. spitting. super short.

rafe is the type of guy to spit on your pussy while fucking you in missionary. 

your thighs pressed up to your chest, his rough fingers pressing under your knees to keep you spread for him. his cock practically splitting you in half—your moans and the wet squelching of your cunt make him press in deeper. 

“squeezin’ me tight, baby,” he rasps out, hips slowing to a teasing grind to let you feel every drag of his cock against your soaking walls. his eyes greedily take in every inch of you, just like you’re greedily taking every inch of him. “hold yourself open for me.”

your hands replace his in seconds, nails digging into the skin, leaving little crescents. he lets one hand slide across your inner thigh, calloused thumb brushing against your neglected clit teasingly just to watch your hips jerk up. a smirk tugs at his lips as he watches as your puffy folds suck him, brushing over your clit again. 

“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.” he’s teasing you now, enjoying the fact that you’re desperate for his cock. he stills completely, your hips bucking up, trying to urge him to move again, but he doesn’t. “eager girl,” he coos down at you, thumbs dancing around where your cunt is wrapped around him. 

。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . fingering. edging. this is super short, currently working on some long works and drabbles. just a penny for a thot.

{💭} 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓. . . who loves edging, the idea of dragging you to the brink of release just to pull you back. 

your thighs quiver against your chest, toes curled from sheer frustration. his thumb rubs tight circles at your pulsing clit, ring and middle finger making come hither motion in your sopping cunt. your whines are pathetic but rick doesn’t care, his cock hard in his jeans. it’s not like you did anything to deserve this, but lord knows rick can be cruel when he really wants to be. and right now? he’s in a bit of a mood, and unfortunately—fortunately—for you, you're on the receiving end of it.

"r-rick," you fuss, hips jerking up in a poor attempt for stimulation. your fingers clawing at where you're keeping your thighs spread for him. scratches marring the plush skin, your thighs threatening to snap close. "please, let me cum."

his only response is a click of his tongue, like he's chastising a misbehaving puppy. his thumb circling your clit stops, a mean little reminder to shut up. he let's his fingers scissor in your pussy, letting you hear the filthy squelching noises of your arousal. "you wanna cum?" he hums in mock thought, eyes dragging from your pouting face to your pretty cunt. "i don't know if you deserve it, baby doll."

you huff at him, fingers clenching tighter at the backs of your knees. rick's jaw clenches at your little act of sass, fingers fully slipping out of your aching hole. another whine tearing from your throat as you protest, but your pleads fall on deaf ears.

a sharp spank landing against your throbbing clit has you crying out, the sting sending a jolt through your core. you let your thighs close, cunt aching and desperate from the relentless refusal to give you his cock.

rick doesn't let you keep your thighs shut though, lithe fingers prying them apart again. "none of that now, behave, or you certainly won't get what you want."

sweet scribbles ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა. all works are under 1000 words and handwritten with ᢉ𐭩. this list contains NSFW and SFW content, follow the tags and warnings with caution.

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❀ edging thot ꣖ wc. 344 ꣓

(updated    ◞   may. 11th, 2026)