Carl Grimes X Reader Novels & Stories

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!☹️ 😕

Well, you can, but it usually ends badly, with a lot of screaming and a faint smell of burned hair. I sat down at my laptop and started searching. Not just any shifter therapist. I needed someone who understood power, control, and the kind of dangerous charm that could crack West’s walls like they were made of sugar. Someone who could teach me the sharp edges I’d need to cut through all of him without losing my own head. I sifted through forums, rare listings, and websites so obscure I wondered if I’d accidentally crossed into the dark web. Most profiles were ridiculous: “Let me show you your true self with crystals and candlelight.” Yeah, great, I’m sure a spell and some incense will have W

Xander's harsh grip caused her to hiss in pain as she struggled to get out of his tight grip. She paled upon hearing the master's name, Carl. Her mind hurriedly pondered on what these two might have been up to while she was down in this dark prison. Her nails itched ragingly glaring at this man before her. “Your husband, Mr. Gray is slowly turning to who he was in the past. A serial killer and it is all thanks to you!” Alexander loosened his knotted tie and shifted it to the other side. He took a good stare at Kimberly whose eyes blinked severally.

His eyes glowed red with lust and hatred as they focused on her, causing a throb of primal yearning to pulsate between her legs. “Oh, geesh, really?” I muttered. “You just watched this dude rip out your history professor’s throat, and now you want to get freaky with him after turning him down so many times when he was being sweet and kind and generous in his human form? Unbelievable.” Except I bet the scene that followed was going to be too hot to resist, so sign me up right alongside her because I was the one who flipped the page on my e-reader, eager to see what happened next.

Carl crawls onto the bed, his hands gripping my ankles, yanking me toward him. He flips me onto my stomach, and before I can even process the movement, his palm slaps my ass. The sting is immediate, sharp, and I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “Count,” Dame orders from the doorway. “One,” I gasp. Another smack, this one harder. My skin burns. “Two!” Carl’s hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs in tight, punishing circles, and I whine, my hips lifting off the bed.

Carl smirked as he took off his jacket, showing off his bare chest and studded muscles which were filled with various tattoo designs. . Amanda smirked. The mere sight of it turned her on. “Aren't you my naughty kitten?” Carl mumbled as he flung the jacket to the corner of the room. Adrian moved backwards so his body could come in contact with the wall. Amanda shifted on the bed, her back resting on the pillow with her heart rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The bed sagged and the mattress dipped as Carl climbed onto it, crawling towards Amanda with arousal in his eyes.

The sound of their bodies slapping echoes through the house. Carl had been in the upstairs office reading a book when the sounds of sex reach him. A smile plays at his lips as he stands up and slowly makes his way downstairs. “What am I seeing?” Carl asks as he comes into the kitchen. “Leave,” Jacob tells him. “We are making love. We can fuck together later.”

I was doing this for them. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Hunter asked, his upper lip curling ever so slightly. He fought to maintain his mask of calm. “Oh, sure, all right!” Carl’s easy grin didn’t once waver. He spoke as if he’d just come to the realisation that the atmosphere was a little bit awkward, not as if he’d just been commanded by his Alpha. “This is our new doctor, Jane Ellis. And, as you can see, she is my girlfriend – and my mate.”

Carl likes almost the same movies as me, and almost the same series, Sometimes it's scary how much we like the same things, even so I tend to be more romantic when it comes to choosing shows, while he is more action-oriented and we usually live in an argument about the order of watching new releases, about what we want to watch at the right time. That gift, my naked body fully preened and to the extreme of aroused, I needed it too. It was the first time Carl left town since we lived together, two days without him was too much for me. Maybe I exaggerate, but I was living a little on edge, nervous even though I didn't tell him constantly, I didn't want him to get more stressed than already was