Carl Grimes X Reader Novels & Stories

the longer they talk, the more confused he becomes Jimboy silently listening to their discussion, also he was confused. Grim Reaper just waves his hands like a disinterested teen. “bah! let's talk another time, I think this is too early to analyze things, but for now, I’ll stick with your group” After that Grim Reaper went outside and let Jimboy and John Carl in the room. After a few conversations, John Carl strolls into the building. He was looking for someone. Someone who he can’t forget. “Mary Ann”

“It’s deliberate. You wrote about a student bent over a desk, skirt flipped up, getting fingered while she recites literary theory. You described her dripping down her thighs, begging for his cock while he corrected every sloppy thought in her head. That’s not analysis. That’s you telling me what you want done to you.” I shifted in the seat, my short skirt riding higher up my smooth thighs. The cool air hit my wet skin and made me squirm. Damn, I was soaked, my clit throbbing with every word he spoke. I looked him straight in the eyes, refusing to back down even as my heart hammered against my ribs. “Maybe it is. Maybe I wrote it so you’d finally stop treating me like just another student. Y

"What?" Caroline took a deep breath, causing Carl to cast another appreciative look at his gorgeous sister's upper-body assets. She grinned as she caught his eye. "Carl, sex with Jimmy is great, but I've never seen him come, never seen any guy come. Will you jack off for me?" She flushed, holding her breath as Carl stared at her, relaxing as he smiled slowly. "Yeah, sis, but there's a condition." "You get to watch me, too?" Caroline said wryly.

I took his number and tried to ignore it for a few weeks until I gave in and went to see him. So now every week I go to see this man who digs into my thoughts and usually insults me but I keep going because he introduced me to bdsm. I did two months of training with the man who owns the club, Marcus Carlisle. He wasn't very easy on me, he made me try all sorts of things that I want to do to submissives. I let him deepthroat me, I let him whip me, I even let him put a sound into my dick. I drew the line at fucking me, I used a safeword when he tried to do that. He gave me a lot of rules and a lot of warnings and if I don't follow those I get kicked out. Which seems fair enough for me.

A message from Carl. *Carl: Can we talk after class?* Her pulse quickened, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed out a quick response. *Emmy: Sure. See you then.* **** Carl leaned against his office desk, fingers clenched around the edge. He could still taste her name on his lips, Emmy. Her scent clung to his skin like a brand. Everything about her was sunshine—naïve, unfiltered warmth. And he was the storm. He stared blankly at a paper on his desk—student essays that needed grading. Worthless compared to the war inside him.

He laid her down and settled beside her, his large hand stroking her hair with a surprising tenderness. Vlixyra looked up at the towering, chaotic shelves, now visible in a new, post-coital light. She traced a symbol on Grimvar’s chest with a lazy finger. “You know,” she said, her voice husky, “I think I’m beginning to appreciate your organizational system.” Grimvar’s chest rumbled with a deep, genuine laugh. “It has its merits.” He looked down at her, his ember-like eyes soft. “The Carnal Codex is just volume one. Tomorrow, we can begin on volume two.”

All smiles and welcoming for him. "God, Carl. You are so pretty. Makes me want to do so many things to you". Xavier sprawled his hand on her tummy, feeling the softness seeping under his skin. "What things"? Caroline whispered. Xavier looked at her once before bending down. He pulled her lacy bra into one cup and nipped at her nipple. Caroline racked her fingers in his hair, urging him to do more. He knew what she wanted and he was all there to give it to her.

But even till now, his fantasy remained a fantasy as no woman could focus on even a word after he took hold of her but then maybe that was because he was never gentle with the women he had in his bed. How could any woman read out a word when his big dick was working its way in and out of the woman in the hardest and fastest way any of them had experienced. Keeping his eyes on her, Alpha Carl could picture himself kissing the bared neck of Ethel while telling her to keep reading out the book. "Alpha Carl" Tyler's voice cake from behind. Alpha Carl quickly moved away from the door and clearer his throat. Tyler looked towards the slightly opened door and then back at Alpha Carl, a suspicious lo

No matter how hard I tried to push him away, he always came back, like a fucking simp. I did a quick Chinese get-up, groaning as I landed on my feet. Then I pulled Chris up beside me. My eyes shot back to Carl. He was busy lighting up a fat roll of weed, the flame from his lighter flickering against his weathered face. He dragged deep, his eyes locking on mine. “If your little minion wants to die with his girlfriend, let him,” Carl said, blowing smoke right into my face. I squeezed my fists into tight balls I could feel my nails cutting into my palms.

The wetness, the pinkness, that’s all he could really see and what he could hear was the desperation embedded within every single one of her whimpers. She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. **** *** A/N// Xavier is cheating on me y'all...he...he😭😭he's going to do it with Celia. I've been crushing on him for so long and yet...! What an evil bastard...I hope he never cums!☹️ 😕