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sinsandsweetness · 11 months

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CAMERA SHY

(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content. extremely filthy smut. not even joking srsly. lots of sex, filming it, unprotected p in v, oral (r!giving), cream pies, fingering, so many pet names it’s kind of sickening, dirty talk, one use of ‘daddy’ cause I just couldn’t help myself, two cocks at once, light choking, cowgirl, little bit of ass play, and spitting. think that’s it <3

notes- thank you guys for all the love on ‘birthday boy’! I’m so glad that so many of you enjoyed it. I thought I’d do a sequel/part 2 for it, where the boys film your alone time. It does occur directly following, but It can be read independently if you want! 3.1K word count.

Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Daryl made his way over to the dresser, no shirt on, just some pyjama pants slung low on his hips. His back still glistening, with water droplets trailing down his muscles. All taut and tan. The sight alone made you shift positions. Moving to your knees so you could squeeze your legs together. How on earth were you still horny?

He ruffled around the drawers contents and pulled out a video camera. A hand held silver one with a flip screen. One of those ones that people would film their home movies on. Christmas mornings and dance parties. Road trips and first steps. Though you’re pretty sure you guys weren’t the only ones using it for something a little less tasteful.

You couldn’t help but look over at Rick while Daryl played around with the thing. Turning it on and checking the battery. Getting it all ready for the movie you were about to make. Rick was biting his smile back. Trying to suppress his excitement about the situation.

They’d talked about this before. How they wanted something for when they had to be away from you. For longer supply runs that left them both a little hot and bothered. Missing you, waiting patiently for them back at home. Thinking about you touching yourself in their clothes. In their bed. Moaning their names and missing them just as much. And it’s not like phones were a thing anymore. You couldn’t call or sext. They just had to wait til they got back to deal with it. To deal with you.

If you were honest, the thought of them filming it, was a little nerve racking. But you wanted your boys to be happy. To always have a part of you available for their needs.

So there you were, sitting on your knees on the edge of the bed, both men standing in front of you, smelling like Irish Spring and laundry detergent. Looking down at you with two sets of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. Ricks hand was on your jaw, his thumb rubbing your lip and sneaking it’s way between your teeth. Your eyes were on Daryl, tilting the lens down at you. The little red light intimidating you with its glow. You shifted a little, thighs squeezing together even more, with both your hands shoved in between them.

“What are you squirming for, baby? You gettin’ all shy on us now?” Rick asked, with a teasing tone. Your gaze shifted between them. Swallowing hard. Yes. You nodded a little.

“You’re gonna do great, sweetheart. Just do what you always do. You’re always so good for us,” Daryl’s own hand was making its way to the back of your head, fingers finding their way into your hair.

Their praise helped a little. At least gave you the courage to reach for their waistbands, pulling each of them down. You grabbed them both in your hands, already rock hard in your grip. Both of them kept smiling down at you, giving you a little nod to keep going. “Go on,” they motioned in unison.

So you did. You licked at Daryl’s shaft, getting him all wet with your tongue before moving over to Rick, and repeating the same process. Feeling their grips tighten on your hair and the hitch in their breaths was all you needed to step it up a notch. Being sure to look right at the camera, you wrapped your lips around Daryl’s cock and started to move your head back and forth. Sucking him off all sloppy and messy. Just the way he likes it. Blushing hard but forcing yourself to step out of your comfort zone. This was for them.

You could feel a pearl of Rick’s precum drip onto your hand as you jacked him off, so you decided to swap. A string of spit from Daryl’s tip was still connected to your lips as you started on Rick. Keeping your hand on the other man, being sure to give them equal attention. You never wanted one of them to feel left out. Not that they ever did. They both knew how much you worshipped them.

You kept swapping back and forth. Gagging every so often when one of them would push a little too hard on the back of your head. Spit started running down your chin, and little sounds escaped the back of your throat. The whole situation created a pool of wetness in your panties. Surely soaking through the fabric.

Rick took you by the hair, pulling you off of him with a ‘pop’.

“Feels real good, baby. You look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around us.” He started, thumb rubbing all lovingly against your cheek bone. “But I think we’d like to get these panties off and give the camera a good look at some of your other pretty parts.” Rick playfully shoved your shoulder. So you dropped back onto the cool comforter. Knees coming up and crossing your ankles in anticipation, waiting for whatever plans the two were silently deciding on.

“So fucking wet, Daryl. Look at her.” Rick said, hands parting your legs so they could settle in between them. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks at their words. Their amused little laughs.

“Soaking right through, isn’t she? Sucking us off turn you on, sweetie? Is that it?”

“Uhuh. So much.” You nodded, propping yourself up onto your elbows. Both men on the mattress in front of you were making themselves comfy. Hands started trailing up your legs and playing with your boy shorts. Tracing the wet spot as your hips bucked. You were just so ready for them. Cunt still puffy and aroused, and even a little sore from your first round. But so, so ready for another.

Daryl made sure to capture Ricks fingers, tracing the wet spot of the cotton, and rubbing circles against your clit. Over your underwear, teasing, poking and prodding. Pulling them to the side when you whimpered a little, and his index finger glided through your slick with ease.

“Always so wet for us. Such a pretty pussy. So fucking pretty.” Rick praised, mesmerized at your swollen cunt. Practically throbbing for their attention. You lifted your hips as Daryl dragged your panties down. Throwing them off to one side of the room. They spread your legs so wide that your muscles hurt. Inner thighs stretched out and knees hooked around either man. Pulling them closer to you and eachother. Not that they minded.

They played with your pussy for a while. Getting you all sorts of worked up. Both of their fingers inside of you, stretching you out and making you groan. Clutching at the comforter below. Rick spat right on your clit, and you just about came right then and there. Unbelievable turned on by their focus. They slowly worked away at you, curling their fingers inside you and rubbing at your sensitive nub with their thumbs, definitely showing off a little for the camera. Taking everything just a a little slower than normal. So that they would have the most footage possible. Capturing your moans and whimpers and the way you moved against them. Desperate for more.

“Please I just- I-” your hips bucked further on to their fingers, and you could see the little look they gave each other. All mischievous and lustful. “What is it sweetie? You wanna cum? Is that it?”

You nodded eagerly. But with your confession, both men’s hands withdrew. Causing the quietest whimper to leave your mouth.

“Ugh,”

“Don’t complain. We just want you to cum on our dicks, that’s all. Isn’t that something you want, princess?”

It was more than ok. In fact it was preferred.

“Wanna cum on your cock, please.” You whined, pulling at Rick’s tee shirt

He groaned. He didn’t mean to. It’s just what your words could do to him.

“You will, sweetheart. I promise.”

You did. And it would have been a lot sooner if it weren’t for the damn camera in Daryl’s hands.

They had you get on top of Rick, straddling him as he sat up against the head board. Daryl started getting creative with his angles, with the camera behind you as he played with your ass, all while you rode Rick’s cock. Bouncing up and down as you held onto his shoulders. Pressed nice and close to his chest. His hands trailed up your shirt, peeling it off so he could grope your breasts, pinching your nipples nice and hard. Eventually his fingers wrapped themselves around your throat and squeezed gently on the sides.

He was stimulating every part of you that he could think of. His tongue was in your mouth the whole time. You stayed moaning against his lips and grinding down against him. Desperately trying to achieve more friction against your clit. It was driving you both wild.

Daryl stayed filming the whole thing. His own hand grabbing at your ass, thumb prodding at your other hole. Threatening to split you open once again. You were shocked he wasn’t touching himself. That he wasn’t getting his own dick wet. That he could actually keep the camera focused, even with the sight in front of him. The pure temptation to join in must have been killing him. Leaking precum all over his plaid pyjamas. That thought made your hips stutter. Along with the fact you’d be riding for what felt like ever. Your legs were starting to wear out. Muscles becoming all heavy and forcing you to switch from a bounce to a grind. Rick noticed you tiring out and decided to start fucking you from below. Hands moving to grip your ass cheeks and help you bounce. An actual cry left your mouth and you both knew you were close.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, I’m- Rick I-” you babbled against wet lips. Trying to hold off as long as possible, but he just kept hitting that damn spot. The spot that made you physically convulse around him. When Daryl’s dick pressed against your ass and you felt his hand squeeze your waist, that was it. You snapped like a rubber band. Cumming all over Ricks lap, your head fell back against Daryl’s chest as your rode out your high. Your body starting to twitch from the intensity of the orgasm. A very shaky sigh left your mouth as you all stopped to a halt.

“Feel good?” Daryl asked, lips brushing your ear, camera over your shoulder and pointed at Rick. The grainy screen was displaying his pretty face, lips parted and wet. Eyes focused on you. The lens moved down to show your hands. The ones still gripping Rick shoulders, tight enough to leave marks. He smiled when he noticed.

“So good. You make me feel so good, daddy. Both of you. Both my-” you were catching your breath. Rambling in your post orgasmic daze and drunkenness. But they weren’t done. And you knew that before you even came. They wouldn’t be done for a while. Even with your pussy practically raw and begging for an ice pack. You should have been begging for a break, yet somehow you were still dripping with need.

“One more, baby, then we’ll get you some rest okay?” Daryl asked all sweet, hand trailing under your shirt to squeeze at your breast.

“Want you both...” You whimpered. Rick’s cock still stuffed inside you. Filling you up and making your walls twitch. Yeah, you weren’t done.

You tried to get up. Figuring that they’d want you in another position. Something to switch it up. But when you pushed on Rick’s chest and tried to lift, they held you down, keeping you on his lap.

“What are you tryna do?” Rick smirked at you, wrapping his hands around your ass and moving your body for you. Grinding yourself against him again. The sound of your wetness squelching and making you blush.

“Was gonna move, I thought-”

“I’m really enjoying this view. Aren’t you?” Rick said, leaning in for another kiss. He always loved eye contact. Loved seeing your expressions and feeling your moans while you kissed.

“Mhm.” You agreed against his mouth. There was really no sense arguing. Even though you’re quads were on fire and you could barely lift yourself off of him to continue riding.

Daryl moved to place the camera on the bedside table. So that the three of you were in the frame. When he came back behind you, hands on your hips as he started kissing down your neck, your shoulders and the top of your spine. All while Ricks hands rocked you against him, fucking into you nice and slow.

“You gonna let us fuck your tight little ass again sweetie? Or do you want to get that pretty pussy all stretched out?” Daryl asked.

You turned to try and look at him. A little shocked at the suggestion. There was no way that would fit. Right?

They both chuckled at your reaction. Daryl’s thumbs already pushing themselves in to your asshole. Stretching out the tight muscle.

“We can do that?” You asked. Never even having considered it. But it was definitely intriguing.

“We can. Might hurt a little though,” Daryl warned you, catching your lips as his fingers moved down even further. Using your excess wetness to push his index in your pussy. Still stuffed full of Rick. You gasped as he hooked his finger upward. Even Rick made a little sound. Surprised by his own dick being touched and your walls stretching even further.

“Wanna try…” you sighed. Trying your hardest to relax your muscles. To allow them to actually ruin you. Split you in half on both of their cocks. You couldn’t imagine a better pain.

“Ok baby, we’ll give it a try. Just tell us if you wanna stop, ok?”

“Go real slow Daryl. Let her get used to it.” Rick told the man.

“Let her get used to it. Or you?”

“Both. Seriously, just go slow. Don’t wanna break her.” You could feel Daryl suppressing a quiet laugh against your skin. Two fingers now moving inside of you, getting you ready for his cock.

“Alright, come down a little,” he retracted his touch and pulled you by your hips. Both you and Rick shifting downward so he could lay back. His head pressed against the pillow. He stayed inside of you as you leaned forward, opening yourself up for the man behind you. Kissing the side of Ricks mouth and up to his earlobe. Knowing exactly how much he loved that.

Daryl spat on your hole. Moving foreword and pressing his tip against you. Pushing ever so slowly as the two of them stretched you out.

It hurt. But you expected that.

“Breath, sweet girl. Gotta breath, ok?” Rick told you, hands wrapping around your ribs nice and tight, holding you up since your legs were completely useless. Daryl’s hands were on your hips. Pulling you down onto the two of you until he managed to actually fit himself inside. All of him. Him and Rick. Inside of you, together. It was hard to even believe. But you were so stretched out, there was no denying that it was possible.

“Oh god,” you mumbled at the realization. At the feeling of being so fucking full.

“Oh god.” Rick repeated with a grunt. It was even better then last round, you realized. At least for them. Having the added pressure of another cock, rubbing up against them both. That extra friction affecting you all.

“You two all good?” Daryl tried to confirm, his breaths a little laboured as well.

“Yes!” You squeaked, realizing that Daryl had started to move. Thrusting slowly into you.

“Y-Yes. “ Ricks eyes were rolled back. The two of you breathing hard. And the sight of him in so much pleasure made your walls tighten. Earning another groan from them both.

“Keep going. Keep fucking me, please.” You asked them politely. Your wetness was running down your inner thigh.

So they fucked you. Rick from below, and Daryl from behind. Completely abusing your pretty little hole.

Rick was in heaven. You could tell by his eyes. All glossed over with his lips parted, breathing impressively slow. He was trying to focus on not cumming so quick. Daryl’s hands gripped your hips real tight. Snapping his own right against your ass. Nails leaving little crescent moons in your skin. Whispering little praises in your ear.

“So fucking tight for us. Such a good girl, always taking us so well. Doing so well, baby. So, so, good.”

You’d never taken them both. Not like this. And having them both together, was intense. Hitting every single spot inside of you. Ones you didn’t even know about. Ones that made you cry out and call their names.

“Still ok, baby?” Daryl asked, becoming just a little concerned by the sounds pouring out of you.

“Gonna cum, Dare, gonna- oh, oh.” You could feel a tear slip onto your cheek. Wet and salty when it hit your lips. The pressure and the buildup catching up to you. Hurting so fucking good. Your core was all hot and tight and your head became fuzzy.

“Don’t stop,” you whined, burying yourself into Rick’s shoulder as your orgasm rippled through you. A burst of heat running down your thighs and up your stomach. Waves of pleasure pulsed through your core.

The two of them moaned your name and a couple other profanities. Honestly, you didn’t hear. A little too hazy to pay close attention. They each came inside of you. Their seed physically flooded out of you when Daryl finally pulled out. Very slowly and carefully, so it wouldn’t hurt you too bad. And Rick too. So gentle and caring. Both boys Immediately getting you to lay down between them. Your pussy was fucking aching. But you didn’t mind too much. They kissed you lots. All over. Asking you a million times if you were ok. If it was too much. If they wore you out too badly.

“Gonna have to give you some time to recover, huh?” Rick asked, coming back from the kitchen. An ice cold glass of water in his hand.

“You’re sure we didn’t hurt you too bad?” Daryl added. Rick picked a towel off the hook on the back of the door. Bringing them both over for you.

“I liked it.” You responded. Not fully answering their questions. You would definitely need a few days. At the bare minimum. Your cunt was swollen, and you could feel it. Rick handed you the water and you drank up. The coolness coating your throat. Gulping a few sips down and passing the rest to Daryl beside you.

“Gotta get you all cleaned up,” Rick started with the towel in between your legs, wiping up the pearly mixture that had coated your thighs.

“Again…” you joked, smiling up at him.

“Bath? Shower? Just the towel? What do you want?” He smiled back.

“Mmmm… bubble bath,” you bit your lip.

“Bubble bath?” Daryl asked from beside you, smoothing some of your hair down. Trying to tame the unruly mess.

“Mhm,”

“Only if we can watch.”

“You can film it for all I care,” you turned to catch his lips. Grinning against your mouth.

They sat down on the vanity stools and watched as you laid your head against the tub. Both of them smiling down at your cuteness. Soapy suds hiding your body under the water. Only the tops of your breasts threatening to breach the surface. The hot water and lavender bubble bath doing wonders for your sore muscles. You were sure they’d give you a massage after, if you asked all nicely.

Despite the undeniable toll on your body, you’d relive the night again in a heart beat. Having them split you open all over their cocks was always ideal. But seeing Rick’s face as you got double stuffed, was the cherry on top. Shuddering beneath you and cumming with an actual moan. Accompanied by Daryl’s stuttering hips and grunts of his own. Each of you fucking eachother into a mess of pure ecstasy.

Thank fucking god they got it all on camera.

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sinsandsoftness · 9 months

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hiii <3 it’s @sinsandsweetness here.

i will only be using this account to reblog my fics. since i tend to post a lot on my main and i know some people might only want to see my stories (which is totally valid). feel free to follow and turn on post notifs so you don’t miss anything i write !!

(particularly good for those who don’t want to be on the taglist but also don’t want to miss anything)

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taylormarieee · 7 months

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I’d probably marry someone if they showed up to my house with this

Personally, I would faint, then marry you, then use all of these every day of the week! lmaoo

#Londyn's moots #Sex talks #Sinsandsweetness<3

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devnmon · 8 months

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Alsoooo do you read a lot of tlou fics? And if so do you have any accounts you love and recommend?

honestly… i haven’t read a lot of them, which is crazy because i’m such an abby and ellie lover… there’s also way too many, and so many of them are au’s that are way different than their canon and throws me off from reading them. one thing about me is that i love reading fics for a character that are still in their immediate reality. (if that makes sense) idk i have a thing about that. it makes me being submerged into the world more real for me and i just like it more. i wouldn’t say i even have recs because i barely read any ellie or abby fics. sometimes i save them to my likes tbr later but i haven’t gotten around to them lol

#signed rye #sinsandsweetness <3

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liliesdiary · 6 months

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🍒 Rick Grimes Pops Your Cherry 🍒

warning: age gap, corruption kink, doll kink, breeding kink, obsessive!rick, dark!rick, degradation, choking kink

words: 375

notes: fem!reader, it's short but I hope you enjoy <3 inspired by @sinsandsweetness ˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚

Daydreaming about Rick covering your mouth as he steals your virginity and corrupts your pure body inside the barn, trying to keep you quiet as your dad peacefully sleeps in the house. He whispers and groans, "keep quiet sweetheart, you don't want your daddy to know his little girl is being fucked stupid in his barn, hm?"

you cry and whimper but you try to suppress your moans, obeying the older man like a good girl. "you're such an obedient little doll." he says as he tightens his grip around your waist and forces his cock in your tight virgin hole. Your red heels are unable to balance as he pounds into you, making you stumble and shake. The sight of you in your cute little shorts drives him insane, the one with strawberries and cherries on them. The sounds of your red stockings being ripped apart by the older man as he stretches your tight hole drives you insane.

"How many times do I have to tell you stupid doll? I said the next time I see you in those shorts I was going to drag you inside the barn and pop that cherry of yours."

"I'm sorry! I won't wear them again, I swear!", you cry out but it was already too late. He was already deep inside of you, stretching your body and rearranging your insides.

He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you closer, "we both know that's a lie sweetheart."

As Rick's body thrust into you, he couldn't help but think about all the dark and obsessive thoughts that had taken over his mind. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion, to claim you completely and make sure you belonged to him and him alone. The thought of impregnating you crossed his mind, he wanted nothing more than to put a child into your belly.

With a final thrust, he cums deep inside of you, ensuring that every drop would find its way to your egg-filled womb. He groaned in satisfaction, grabbing you by your throat and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and whimpered as the cum was dripping out of your pretty hole. “You’re mine, you got that? You’re mine and you're going to carry my child.”

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rickswh0r3 · 3 months

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SO SOAKED FR

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celtic-crossbow · 8 months

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Sins & Sweetness

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Anytime, really

Warnings: Mentions of smut and aftercare

Summary: Daryl knows just how to help you wind down after some intense play time.

A/N: @sinsandsweetness had asked for some aftercare. I am not sure I’ve ever written it before so it was a little difficult and I’m not 100% happy with it. Regardless, here it be.

You were panting, utterly blissed out. The ache at the apex of your thighs and your muscles was building steadily but you weren’t in the space to care. Daryl had used you every way he could, every penetrable orifice had been thoroughly fucked. You would definitely feel all of this later.

“Hey, good girl. How ya feelin’?”

You turned your head to find him crouching by the mattress. His eyes were soft and kind when just moments ago, they were filled with lust and a burning desire that almost scared you. Almost.

You answered with a hum and a tired but gentle smile, closing your eyes when he brushed a portion of your disheveled mane out of your face.

“I’ma getcha cleaned up.” He rose to sit beside your hip, reaching to grab a cloth and dip it in a bowl of warm water. He must have brought it with him at some point while your brain was still deciphering reality from euphoria.

Who would have known the archer could ever be so gentle, careful wipes of the cloth over your heated skin, removing the combination of both his and your fluids. He did your mouth first, just a whisper of his calloused fingertips on your chin while he dabbed around your kiss-swollen lips. Your breasts were next, carefully wiping away the sweat with the most tender movements around marks he had given you. Your belly and hips were wiped clean with a kiss pressed to the light bruises forming there. Each time he cleaned an area, he rewet the cloth, keeping it warm for the task.

You sighed as he spread your legs, taking extra care around your most sensitive area. Your cunt was swollen and red, sore from the delicious abuse. You couldn’t help but wince as he delved past your lips with the cloth. The warm water was soothing but the friction was painful.

“Sshh. I know. I gotcha. Just one more minute.”

Once he’d finished and you were clean, he draped the cloth over the side of the bowl and left it to deal with later.

“Let’s getcha all bundled up.”

He was careful not to jostle you too much when lifting your legs to turn down the sheets. You stretched out on your side the minute he placed you back down, allowing him to tuck in the blanket around you. Your eyelids were already so heavy but just as you gave in to let them fall closed, Daryl was back at your side.

“Y/N.” He worked his hand beneath the side of your head, lifting it slightly from the pillow. “Just a couple sips for me, pretty girl. Can ya do that?” You nodded lazily and parted your lips when the bottle was pressed against them. Taking several slow swallows, you began to pull back and Daryl moved it away and laid your head back down before disappearing again.

Even in your contentment, you could hear him moving around. Knowing he was there, that’s all you really needed, but your archer took care of you each time you allowed him this pleasure. He always made sure you ended the night feeling warm and safe and loved.

The bed dipped behind you, and the blanket shifted before a large hand began to rub at your lower back, gently kneading the muscles with tender circles. You rewarded him with another contented sigh.

“D’ya wanna tell me ‘bout your day?”

You hummed again, too tired to even try to conjure your voice. You were already on the brink of sleep, lulled by his gentle caresses and soft breathing. You heard him chuckle before he pressed himself against your back, an arm crossing over your side to cradle you protectively.

“Ya should prob’ly just sleep.”

“Mmhmm.” You agreed, lazily wiggling as close to him as you could get. The press of his lips against the top of your head was the last thing you knew before sleep snatched you away.

“Get some rest, sweet girl.”

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boop-le-snoot · 8 months

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rickyl x reader blurb for @sinsandsweetness

cw: facesitting, human disaster rick grimes, teasing. 18+

without further ado,

Daryl's groan echoes throughout his room in the basement and bounces off the bare walls. The next noise is identical, but muffled. The fabric of her skirt rustles as he pushes it out of the way, tucking it sloppily into the waistband of her underwear- those, he doesn't bother removing. Just pushes the damp gusset to the side, fingers twitching from the hiss she releases as cool air meets the flushed lips of her cunt.

He doesn't waste precious seconds, just dives in. Nose smushed into the short tuft of her pubic hair, mouth enveloping both of her fat outer lips, nursing the essence off her like he would be sucking at the flesh of an overripe peach. Daryl hates those things - he's from Georgia, for fuck's sake, where everything is fucking peach flavoured - but she is just so sweet, so soft and sticky, he has problems with keeping his mouth off her most days. The meat of her ass plump under his rough palms.

He pushes at it, dragging her inner labia and clit along the seam of his mouth and she keens. The field of view is narrow - he can just about see the folded fabric of her top and the mounds of her heaving breasts, nipples poking through the cotton - but he can imagine. Her head thrown back, her bottom lip between her teeth. They've got the mostest privacy in the apocalypse in his basement but she is still so conscious of the noises she makes.

The noises he makes her make. Daryl flattens his tongue against her hard nub, flicking it with intent and precision. He wants, no, he needs to hear what she has been forced to hold back. His grip on her hips is bruising but it only eggs her on; experimentally, she rolls her hips over his mouth. Once, twice... he isn't sure who makes the low humming noise. Coulda be both of them, feeding off each other's desire.

“Baby, fuck, don't stop,” she pants through shallow breaths, the roll of her hips becoming a purposeful grind.

Daryl feels her skin protest to the drag of his coarse stubble. He'd gotten back from a long run just yesterday, had barely enough energy to rinse off the blood and grime and scarf down whatever stew that she had made with the Grimes' kids before he crashed down, hard. He is fully intent on making up for it, starting now.

Her hips stutter above him as more weight presses down on his chin; sticky cunt juice is pooling deep in his throat. He's drinking her straight from the source, swallowing her cunt with eager, too eager, gulps. If it sticks to the roof of his mouth, he'll suck it off his teeth just fine later. She grinds on him and he growls straight into her cunt, wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Sweat gathers under his palms and in the spaces between her cunt and legs.

Her face must be flushed. Sweat dripping from her hair, clear droplets running down her face that he would stick out his tongue and lick, like a parched dog, whenever he gets to fuck her. The thought of her snug cunt enveloping his aching cock makes it pitifully twitch and release a dribble of precum into his boxers.

She's close. Daryl knows it because that's just who he is. Attentive, a hunter, a tracker. He tracks her upcoming release through the fluttering of the entrance to her cunt, through the pulsing blood rushing to her clit. The nub is hard in his mouth, he flicks it easily and with abandon. His neglected cock twitches in sympathy.

Suddenly, there is a creak. There are footsteps, wide, unhurried. Daryl knows those footsteps, is deeply familiar with them, and their sudden presence makes him pause. Somewhat stupidly - his nose is brushing her clit with every single inhale as quiet tremors run through her body. Made that much more obvious by how still he'd gotten under her.

“Listen, Dar-” Rick ends his speech as soon as it begins.

She shuffles in place, leaning on the back of the couch. From Rick's position near the entrance, she knows Rick can't see Daryl face-deep in her cunt. Rick can't see anything at all in the near-darkness, just her still-clothed chest and her stiff nipples.

“Where's Daryl?” Rick, while frowning, seems incredulous.

A silent chuff wafts over her cunt; Daryl's exasperation makes out in the form of a muted chuckle.

“Busy,” she replies without thinking, aware of the hoarseness of her own voice.

“Well I need 'em for a thing,” Rick shrugs and looks around again, as if Daryl would suddenly appear from one of the dark corners in the single, wide room. No luck for Rick, though: the object of his inquiry stays still and doesn't even try to hide his smile as he presses his wet mouth into the inside of her thigh.

She frowns. “Is it urgent?”

“Sorta,” Rick begins to eye her with suspicion. The cogs are turning in his head but the picture doesn't seem to be adding up. It is comical to see his eyebrows draw tight over his eyes. “So where is he?”

Before she has the chance to react, Daryl's strong hands make quick work of dragging her down his chest. He sits up, just enough to poke his head from behind the couch, his face shining wet even in the settling twilight. There is a wet spot lower now, too, on his stomach, where he so ungracefully dragged her sensitive cunt.

Rick's eyes bulge.

“Wha?” Daryl makes an attempt to wipe his mouth and unstick some of the unruly bangs from the mess but it just ends up making him look even more fucked. “Wha's so urgent dat ya had ta barge in here like dat?”

“Uh,” Rick replies eloquently, eyes stuck to the sheen on Daryl's face. Unconsciously, the sheriff licks his lips, and immediately looks away. “S'nothin', it can wait,” he finally says, yet makes no moves to leave.

She snorts. Quietly, under her breath, but the two men are just that good. Both are looking at her now, one embarrassed, one incredulous.

“Well then go or join in, I was just about to cum,” she rolls her eyes, letting the annoyance bubble up and pop on the surface. She was close, until someone so rudely interrupted her beeline for pleasure. She didn't push down and get on Daryl's face for nothin', after all.

It's Daryl's turn to snort. He does so as he's laying back down and adjusting his grip on her hips, ready to pull her back in. “Naw, Rick ain't like dat. He's ol-fashioned,” and it's just friendly banter, all bark and no bite in Daryl's voice, but Rick begins to walk before Daryl's even through with it. In his defense, Daryl seems only mildly perplexed.

Mostly, he's amused. And then his expression is obscured by her body as he drags her cunt back up to his face and begins slurping. Noisily. On fucking purpose.

“Oh,” she gasps, at nothing in particular. At the feel of Daryl's wet hot tongue gathering what's left of her arousal. At Rick's red lips tilting into a haughty smirk. At Rick's finger dragging along her lips.

His hands taste of motor oil, metal and gunpowder. She wraps her tongue around, applies gentle suction to the tip of his thumb. The flavour combination is known to her, by Daryl's own hand, but current configuration is vastly unfamiliar. She meets Rick's eyes and grinds down on Daryl's mouth, her weeping cunt doing exactly nada to silence his satisfied groan.

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writella · 9 months

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Hi! @sinsandsweetness mentioned you when I had requested something from them. Theirs was just so wonderful and needed that day.

I was wondering if you would be comfortable doing a variation of that idea. Daryl x fem!reader, gentle smut while reader needs some comfort and closeness. I understand if you wouldn’t want to.

Thank you so much.

Hi! ♡ Sure :) I can do that. Perhaps I can use it as an exercise for myself to write something shorter. I think this came out a little more fluffy than maybe you might have wanted but I still added in everything! Let me know what you think! And thank you so much for being my first anon and first request- this was so exciting for me!

Also, for any other readers, I ended up not needing to use pronouns so you can consider this afab!reader, but you can still picture it as a fem!reader, anon, it still works both ways. ♡

This includes some smut, soft!Daryl, both reader and Daryl feeling down, and both of them expressing their care for one another.

Your bedroom window is always three inches open. You knew Daryl could get through without the help, but him coming into your room at night had become a recognized habit, so you decided it was best to do it anyway. It was a sign that he was welcomed, that he didn’t always have to sneak in for whatever reason he did. You would have always let him in. He should have known that.

You didn’t question it though, talking about your feelings to him wasn’t your strong suit either. Especially not tonight when the light breeze blowing from your window touched the tears rolling down your cheek, making them chill.

You turned from it, just in case Daryl decided to come that night. You didn’t want to worry him or seem like a child. Bad things happen everyday in this world. You don’t see anyone else at camp crying all the time. Yet there you were, finding it hard to shake these feelings for the third night in a row.

You heard the sliding of the glass now, Daryl’s finger pressing up on the window to make it wider. He held the sides and put his legs through first. Normally this would have been seamless and silent, but Daryl was getting comfortable with this routine, becoming more lax with his stealth in this case.

You wiped your tears quietly, your hand movements very slow, not daring to move too far to the sides just in case he saw your fingers. You hoped he would just think you’re awake but not crying.

“You up?” He asks, his voice is a whisper, but nonetheless you hear his ever present rasp.

“Yes,”

He takes off his shoes, and his pants, and his vest, hanging it on the hooks of the back of your door. He sits on your bed then, just on the corner, his hands on his knees, motionless.

You look up at him, trying your best to make your inhale not sound like a sniffle. “Daryl?”

“Hm,”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you?” It’s a retort, but he says it just as genuinely and softly as you asked. “Why were you crying?”

You’re silent for a minute. Why is it as if you have all the words when you are alone, but the second someone is around, the second that someone shows they care, you are wordless? Your mind is so heavy, the thoughts spiraling, but your mouth is completely empty and dry. Speaking becomes impossible now. “I don’t know,” is all you can say.

You come up to him and sit beside him. He only looks at you quickly through the corners of his eyes, but keeps his head down, his hair in his face.

You hold his opposite shoulder and his leg and move your head into the crux of his neck, closing your eyes. Your hand then moves to his cheek, gently brushing up and down, feeling the bristles of his facial hair. It makes him lean into you.

Finally, his head turns to your face, your hand still resting at the side of his. Your thumb brushes over his sad eyes and his lips and he wipes your slow coming tears.

He kisses your nose, rubbing his into yours, until he starts to kiss your lips. His hand comes to your jaw and neck as he deepens it, laying you on the bed. The two of you move upwards until you reach your pillow again.

He delicately takes off your shirt, and pants, and underwear and you try to help him do the same.

He lays on you now and you hold his head and neck. His hands are at your hips as he slowly presses down on you, moving. You press up into him. He kisses your neck, peppering it lightly.

Afterwards, he pushes himself inside of you and moves only a little until his motions stop. His arms and body wrapping around you in totality. Your arms try their best to reach everywhere on his back, your movements so slow, delicate, and tender. You untangle pieces of his hair softly. He is inside of you, but truly you are hugging, embracing each other with love.

As a moment passes you finally whisper, “It’s so hard to pretend everything is okay all the time.”

You’re on the verge of tears again as you admit it. “There are things about the past that I don’t want back, ever, but some days I just really wish we didn’t have to fight… sometimes I just get so tired… sometimes I think I would-”

A scary thought comes that you decide not to share.

Daryl looks at you now, holding your head. It’s almost as if his hands are just that big as he holds both sides. You feel the warmth radiating off of them to your cheeks and your ears. He puts his forehead against yours, sending all his love through to you. “We don’t gotta pretend in here.”

He kisses your lips again, it’s sweet and light. You’ve never felt him do it like this before.

He begins to truly move inside you now. Your arms wrap around his middle back, it’s like you’re still hugging until he takes your hands in his, resting them parallel to your head as he holds on and he pumps just a bit faster, creating a deep and steady rhythm.

His head is curled into your neck as you sigh into him, his body making you feel a release from your worries. It causes him to meet your eyes again but they are closed. He kisses you once more, ‘I love you,’ his lips are truly saying as they melt into you, ‘It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. Just for you.’

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BIRTHDAY BOY

(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content. minors do not interact please n' thank u, smut, double penetration, FMM threesome, oral sex, fingering, anal, cream pies... i think that's it. (no Rick x Daryl, just them sharing you) 2k word count.

notes- inspired by @gxtitobxby 's 'Rickyl bday sex' blurb. enjoy!

You sat at the end of the dinner table, listening to the sound of silverware scraping on the porcelain plates. Your bare feet underneath, sneaking over to the boots of both men sitting across you. Earning a tiny smile that pulled at Rick's lips, and a quick glance from Daryl.

"Is it ok? I didn’t know if you liked vanilla or chocolate so I was worried it was maybe too bland-" you put your fork down. The taste of the vanilla buttercream and strawberries still coating your tastebuds.

"It’s really good, baby. Nice and sweet." Rick got up and grabbed the empty plates, brushing you on his way to the kitchen. "Just like you." He leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on the top of your head. You beamed at Daryl, awaiting his own response. Considering that the cake was for his birthday.

" 's good," he said, shovelling the last bite in his mouth. Eyes shifting back up as your feet climbed higher, toes tickling at the denim. Trying to tease him, make him smile… get any reaction really. Your smile dropped at his continued lack of interest.

From the kitchen, Rick called you over. You grabbed Daryl’s empty plate and maintained eye contact as you dipped your pinky in the icing left on the plate, sucking it clean as you walked over to Rick.

"He’s just tired, baby. Why don’t you go get your pjs on n’ we’ll watch a movie or somethin'." Rick told you with a gentle hand on your elbow. Just as aware of the unimpressed energy coming from the man at the table.

They had just gotten back from a pretty long run the night before. And apparently things didn’t go quite as planned. They ran into another group and were out two days longer than intended. You didn’t ask for details, but the blood on their clothes was enough to assume the worst.

You could hear them talking in the kitchen as you climbed up the plush carpet stairs, not making out any real words, just the gravelly sound of their voices.

In the bedroom, you stood in front of the mirror, a little disappointed to be changing out of the pretty sundress you put on. You knew that Daryl really liked it. That was the whole reason you’d picked it out. You spent all morning getting ready, curling your hair and securing half of it up with a silky pink ribbon. You got yourself all dolled up for him.

Just as you were rooting around the drawer of Rick and Daryl’s old tee shirts, kindly donated to you for sleep and loungewear, you heard the door creak open and through the mirror you could see Daryl. He came up behind you, put his hands on your waist and nestled his face into the crook of your neck. He breathed in and left a couple sweet little kisses.

"I really did like the cake," he started, turning you around to look at him, your butt pressed up against the dresser. "Did you pick those strawberries yourself?" He asked.

You nodded with a smile, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck. "I practically had to fight Carol off for em'."You admitted.

Amusement flashed through his face. You figured Rick must have told him to quit being so moody. To give you even the littlest bit of praise for your hard work. With the lunchtime birthday party earlier in the day, and the cake you baked from scratch. You hesitantly pressed your mouth against his.

"I liked the present too." He mumbled against your lips. His hands trailed up your dress, clearly recognizing it from the last time you wore it. You’d gotten him a switchblade. His other one broke and you happened to find one really similar at Hilltop. You’d traded a whole basket of food for it.

"There is one more present you know…" You told him, hands slowly making their way to his belt. His tongue darting out to lick his lips as you unbuckled him. Sinking down to your knees in front of him, and kissing his hard on through his boxers. The contact making his cock twitch.

"Can I give you my other present now?" You asked innocently, looking up at him through long lashes. Painted fingernails tickling at the waist band as his hands went right to your hair.

"Go right ahead, princess," his head tipped back to the ceiling as you pulled down his boxers and eagerly licked all the way up his shaft, getting him all wet with your spit. When he’d had enough of your teasing, he put pressure on your head and forced you to take all of him. Not that you minded. A groan left both of you at the same time when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head up and down to whatever pace he wanted, controlling you with the grip on your scalp. Messing up your ribbon in the process.

You could hear Rick enter the room, though you didn’t stop looking up at Daryl. Focusing solely on the man in front of you. The one who had never even gotten a real birthday. And when he’d told you that months ago, you decided to do everything you possibly could, to make up for it.

The springs in the mattress squeaked, and you figured Rick was making himself comfortable. Lying back to watch the show. Daryl glanced over at him, already breathing heavy above you.

They shared a look that could only mean one thing, and before you knew it you were being pulled up by your hair and shoved towards the bed, stumbling forward and hitting the mattress with your knees. Looking back at Daryl who gave you a little nod. And then down at Rick, with his one leg bent and splayed open, and his own hand palming at his hard on.

"You think I can share your present, baby? Would that be ok with you?" Daryl asked from behind you, tugging up your dress and pressing himself against your lacy panties. Hands rubbing up and down your sides.

"Anything for the birthday boy. Ain't that right, sweetie?" Rick interrupted, answering for you. As if it wasn’t in his own best interest that he shared.

"Uhuh. Anything," you agreed and turned your head to catch Daryl’s lips, but he only kissed you for a second.

"Good. Now let’s get these panties off." He pushed you onto the bed and your eyes got wide at his demand. Rick smiled at your reaction. You did as you were told, and got on all fours in front of him, all while stripping your panties down to your knees.

Rick brought his hand up to your face, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. A glint in his eyes as you sucked on his thumb, dragging your teeth on the calloused pad.

Behind you, Daryl snagged the delicate lace around your knees and ripped them all the way off, hands coming up to knead at your ass. A sharp smack filling the air before you even registered the stinging skin.

"Ow," you whined out loud at the third smack. Earning a little scowl from the man in front of you.

"It’s his day, sweetheart. Gotta give him whatever he wants."

You nodded in agreement and started at Rick's pants. Daryl toying with your entrance from behind. Dipping down and licking a stripe up your slit from behind. Then moving to bite hard marks into your ass cheeks. You were trying not to groan too much at the pain. Rick was right. You weren’t allowed to complain. This wasn’t about you, it was about Daryl.

"How do you want her?" Rick asked him, over your shoulder. Daryl thought for a moment before deciding on what he wanted. Gently flipping you over so you were essentially sitting in Rick's lap. Rick held your hips up so that his thick cock pressed right between your cheeks.

Daryl grabbed your knees and spread them, situating himself right in front of you, his own cock rubbing against your clit. The whole situation made your pussy throb. You loved being sandwiched between them. It was your absolute fucking favourite. And you knew for a fact, they felt the same way.

"You gonna let us fill you up, baby?" Daryl asked, squeezing your breast over your dress. Rick pulling you down and grinding your ass down onto him.

"Anything you want." You mutter, reminding him of your present. Resting your head back on Rick's shoulder, to allow Daryl better access to your chest and neck. He pulled at the string of your dress untying it and exposing your breasts. He dipped down to nip at your skin. Finally pulling the dress over your head to allow him access at whatever he wanted. When his teeth caught on your nipple, you let out a little cry. Rick's lips brushed your ear while he told you how good of a girl you were being, giving Daryl exactly what he wants. That you are all he wants. All they want. And most importantly, that you’re all theirs.

Both you and Rick could feel your wetness drip down your inner thigh. Using that discovery to his advantage, Rick started rocking you against him until his cock was all slick with your arousal. He lined himself up, and pressed against your asshole. You couldn’t help but gasp a little at the intrusion, even though you knew it was coming. They just couldn’t resist the chance to fill you right up.

You slowly sunk down onto Rick, the familiar burn and stretch of the muscle making you groan.

"You’re turn, Daryl." Rick told his friend as soon as your ass cheeks were flush with his thighs. Completely filled with every glorious inch.

Daryl dipped his fingers in the pool of wetness that was dripping from your cunt, rubbing it around and then dragging his own dick through it. You tried your best to relax as he aligned with your entrance and pushed.

"Ah! Mphmm." You moaned right into Daryl’s neck. Grasping at his shoulders and clawing down his back. Fuck, you were full. It hurt. Every time it happened, it was definitely painful for the first little bit. But quickly they found a rhythm, with Rick fucking you from below and Daryl thrusting nice and slow as he pressed messy, wet kisses to your mouth. Within a few minutes, they turned you into a babbling mess with your sweet spot stimulated from every possible angle. You were trying to tell Daryl how good he makes you feel. How pretty he is and how sexy his arms and chest are. How big his dick felt inside of you. But a soon as he was consistently hitting your cervix, you started to forget the English language and decided to stick your tongue down his throat instead. Rick's hands dug into your hips harder than you knew possible. There would be fingerprints bruised into your skin by tomorrow. Daryl’s hands held the backs of your thighs, opening you up as much as he could. Looking down once in a while at the sight of you being split right open. You could feel him twitch inside of you. You could tell he was close. The tightness and pressure getting the best of all three of you.

"I’m- I-" you couldn’t even finish your sentence, as both men picked up their pace the second they heard your whining confession. Fucking you into adorable little moans, sobs and convulsions. A flood of heat erupting from your core, and shortly after, the feeling of both men’s hips stuttering. Emptying themselves into you. Their cum dribbling out of you as they pulled out gently. And you whining quietly at the new empty feeling. The men quickly maneuvering you onto the mattress so they could watch their contents seep out of both of your holes. They each picked a leg and started to kiss and suck little hickeys on them. Daryl’s fingers came up to drag through their seed, rubbing it all over your clit. You moaned out as he pressed two digits in to your pussy, the sound of all your cum mixing together, and squelching made you tighten around his digits. The men stayed between your legs and gave you two more orgasms. Switching off where one would work with their fingers and the other would kiss you all hot and messy. Molding you into the desperate little mess you usually were.

They only gave you a break while the three of you showered, Rick kissing the water droplets off your shoulder as you massaged some green apple scented shampoo into Daryl’s dark locks. Steam and giggles filling the master bathroom as you all washed up.

"You still wanna watch a movie?" Rick asked while pulling on some sweatpants. Daryl rubbed a towel on his hair as you watched the two get dressed, cross legged on the bed in your cotton boy shorts and Daryl’s favorite shirt.

"We could…" he said with a curious hesitation, "Or… we could make one...?" He suggested, with the smallest hint of shyness in his voice. He was testing the waters. Seeing how much he could he get away with today. Rick let out a dry laugh at your wide eyed gulp. Sympathizing with your poor body. Already sore and covered in love bites. But all three of you knew that no matter what, you weren’t gonna say no to the birthday boy.

(continued here)

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virtualreader · 9 months

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the thrill of the shot

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: handling a gun can be challenging and tough, yet essential for apocalypse survival. so when a little shooting incident takes place during the prison conquest, Rick decides to give you shooting lessons himself.

word count: 2,5k.

warnings: gun handling, blood and walkers, sexual tension, very mild smut (if you squint), not proofread (yet).

a/n: so this was an idea of mine I had requested @sinsandsweetness to write a while ago. seeing as I started to write my own fanfics she suggested I did it myself, so here it is, hope you all enjoy it!

Approximately one hundred walkers crowded the prison's patio, leaving you to wonder how many of them would be inside waiting for you when you enter the building. Foul-smelling blood splattered through the air as the bullets pierced their rotted skulls.

The plan was clear: as Rick had decreed, Gleen, Maggie and Beth would drawn as many walkers as they humanly could to the fence killing them through it. Meanwhile Daryl, Carol, Carl, Hershel and you took the vigilance towers, so Rick could run for the principal gate.

Despite being far from an expert shooter, Rick had entrusted you with one of his guns to take down the walkers from the tower. You recognized your lack of experience and skill, but you had held a handgun before and even shot it a couple of times. In this apocalyptic world, the need for survival often outweighed any apprehension you may have had about using a weapon. Still, it was difficult for you to aim and shoot, especially with the rifle that you firmly held. You took a deep breath, steadied your grip on the gun, and focused on the task at hand.

You kept shooting every walker in Rick’s way with the best of your efforts, uncluttering his path to the main gate, with Daryl and Carol’s help, whose aiming was way more ameliorated than yours.

The leader ran hurriedly to his destination, only halting momentarily to eliminate a rotter or two. Sweat drenched his shirt, dying the fabric a darker hue of brown. In his hands, he held a pistol that appeared almost small due to his large, calloused hands. His expert stance and accuracy with the firearm was a testament to his years of experience as a police officer.

As he approached the gate, a nearly pristine Remington rifle hung over his back, secured by a sturdy strap that caused the weapon to sway with each step he took.

Your newly acquired shooting abilities were successful, and you were feeling confident until one of your bullets hit the ground a few inches before Rick's cowboy boots. Startled, Rick skidded upon the gravel as he abruptly halted his jog. Rick's eyes widened with surprise as he realized that he had narrowly avoided being hit by the bullet. After a sheepish little "sorry" came out of your mouth, he regained his composure, giving you an accusing look before resuming his run.

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you like a hot flash. You could feel your face flush as you realized that your nerves had gotten the best of you. However, you refused to let that stop you.

You took a deep breath and focused again on what you were supposed to be doing – help Rick to reach the gate safely. You knew that you had to be alert and precise in your actions if you were going to survive in this post-apocalyptic world.

You scanned the area for any walkers that might be coming towards Rick. Your fingers tightened around your weapon as you prepared to shoot down any potential threat. You were determined to prove to yourself and to Rick that you were a valuable member of the team.

After what seemed like an endless wait, Rick finally arrived at the main gate. You could feel the tension in the air as everyone watched him approach, wondering if he would make it in time. The sigh of relief you breathed when he finally reached the gate was almost palpable as you watched him close it securely. It was a small victory, but an important one nonetheless. With the gate closed and the yard secured, you and the rest of the group could finally take a much-needed break and relax for a bit.

As you looked out over the yard, you could see that there were still a few walkers left to take care of. It was a daunting task, but one that you knew you had to tackle in order to keep your campsite secure for the night. You and the rest of the group set to work, taking down the remaining walkers one by one. It was hard work, but you all knew that it was necessary to ensure your safety.

Although you felt a sense of accomplishment when the last walker fell, you couldn't shake the memory of the mistake that almost cost Rick his feet. And you could not help but think this would most likely make you a liability to the group's survival.

You rested in your assigned bed among the many vacant ones in C block, which was now your home. It was a strange feeling, knowing that you were living in a prison. In the pre-apocalyptic world, such a thought would have been unthinkable, but now it was a reality that you and your fellow survivors had to face.

That morning, you and the others woke up early at sunrise to clear the rest of the prison, or at least a block of it. Living in a prison would have been unthinkable a couple of years ago, but things had changed. In fact, they had changed a lot.

Glenn and Maggie had managed to scavenge some armor from the walkers they had killed, but it was an arduous task as the dead wore it. You were grateful for the armor, as it made you feel safer while clearing out the prison block.

As you and the others moved through the cells, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The prison was dark and foreboding, and the sound of your footsteps echoed off the concrete walls. You moved cautiously, scanning each cell for any potential threats.

After what felt like hours, you finally finished clearing the block. You and the others gathered in the communal area, exhausted but relieved that the area was secure. As you sat down to catch your breath, you couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with your fellow survivors. It was a feeling that was hard to come by in this post-apocalyptic world, but one that you cherished nonetheless.

As you gazed around the cell you now laid in, taking in the various objects scattered throughout, your eyes fell upon Rick, who was leaning casually against the doorframe. You could see that he was meticulously cleaning his gun, the metal gleaming in the light. Despite feeling nervous, you knew that you had to approach him in order to make amends for your earlier mistake. As you drew closer, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

After what felt like hours, Rick looked up, his piercing blue gaze meeting yours. You could sense the tension in the air as you began to speak, your words tumbling out in a jumbled mess as you tried to convey your sincere apology.

"Rick, I—uh," you began, trying to figure out how to earn his forgiveness. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday. It was my fault, and I'm sorry. I should have aimed better, taken more care with my actions.”

Rick's eyes studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he didn't say anything, and you were left to wonder if he was angry with you. You could sense the tension in the air as he weighed his response. He let out a sigh and set his gun down on the small ramshackle table in your cell.

"Y/n, it's okay, mistakes happen," he said, his voice calm. He paused for a moment eyeing you as you nervously stood before him, playing with your silver ring, before continuing. "I’ll teach you to shot.”

Rick’s statement caught you off guard. You couldn't believe your ears. Was he actually willing to teach you how to use a gun? You took a moment to process what he had said, and you looked into his clear blue eyes, perplexed and stone-still.

The thought of learning how to use a gun from someone like Rick, who had years of experience in the field, was both exciting and daunting. You knew that learning to use a gun was not something to be taken lightly, and that it would require discipline, patience, and dedication. But at the same time, you felt a sense of urgency and responsibility, as if knowing how to handle a gun could be a lifesaving skill in certain situations.

“Will you?”

“Yeah, we can start right now," he said as he exited the cell. "C’mon, I’ll go easy on you.”

You followed him out of the cell block, feeling a sense of excitement building inside of you. As you made your way to the prison yard, Rick began to explain the basics of gun safety and handling. You listened intently, taking in every word he said.

Rick started by explaining the different types of firearms and their respective functions. He described how to properly hold a gun, how to aim, and how to shoot. He also shared some tips on how to improve accuracy and how to reload quickly in case of an emergency.

As you continued walking, Rick told you about the different parts of a gun and how they work together. He went on to explain the importance of gun safety and the different rules that must be followed when handling firearms. He emphasized the need to always treat a gun as if it were loaded, never point it at someone unless intending to shoot, and to keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire.

The more Rick spoke, the more you realized the complexity of gun handling and how much there was to learn. You asked him several questions, which he patiently answered, and you felt grateful for the opportunity to learn from someone with so much experience.

You were surprised at how quickly you picked up the basics, and how much fun you were having in the process. It was a strange feeling, knowing that you were learning how to use a weapon that was designed to take lives. But at the same time, you knew that it was a necessary skill in this post-apocalyptic world.

Upon reaching the prison yard, Rick handed you a gun. After hesitating for a moment, you picked the gun and aimed it to the target -a makeshift board, made with an old milk cardboard.

You would have expected Rick to lend you any gun to practice but his symbolic Colt Phython 357 Magnum. The sentimental value that the object held for the leader only made your hands tremble even more.

"We'll start off easy, the rifles can wait." he explained seeing the confused look on your face.

With Rick’s gaze pinned on you, the only thing on your mind was whether or not you were making a fool of yourself. You were going over the basic steps of how to position yourself properly, aiming the sight at the exact center of the target, when you felt the heat of Rick's body against your back. He towered over you, his tall and broad figure making you feel smaller every second. Rick adjusted your hands as he placed his over yours, helping you to align yourself properly.

You surely find him attractive, maybe even desirable. However, the situation you found yourself in was unexpected. It was not lost on anyone that Rick and Lori’s relationship had not been the same since he had discovered her affair with Shane, and this had given you hope of having a chance with him.

"Your arms are too straight," his breath brushed your ear as he corrected you. "Unlock your elbows. Your arms should be slightly bent, we don't want the recoil to knock you on your ass.”

You didn't respond, the words clogged in your throat. You could sense the electricity in the air, and the fine hairs on your arms stood on end at his gentle touch.

His hands traveled down to your forearms, his touch both comforting and commanding, as if he was signaling you to do as he said. It was as if time had slowed down, and you were acutely aware of every sensation in your body, from the pounding of your heart to the warmth of his touch.

The resounding thump of your heart speed up as something hard contacted your back, positioning itself between you both.

“Rick.” you gasped when realization came to you.

“Don’t lose sight of the target. Finger off the trigger,” he continued, ignoring your interjection. “Relax your shoulders, and when you’re ready, shoot.”

You took a deep breath and closed one eye, focusing intently on the target. You felt a sense of pressure, knowing that Rick was watching you, but you refused to let that distract you. You pulled the trigger, and the sound of the gunshot echoed through the prison yard.

Your heart raced as you looked at the target, surprised to see that you had, in fact, hit the center.

"Looks like you're a natural," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, as he held onto you to make sure you didn't fall backwards due to the recoil's force.

His hands lingered on your shoulders for a moment before you turned to face him. You shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze as you handed him the gun, suddenly aware of how soaked your underwear had become.

Rick could never imagine the effect he had on you—how your heart raced at the sight of him, or how you struggled to suppress the urge to shift your hips when you saw him holding his revolver. And, undoubtedly, he could never imagine the sick, dirty fantasies you made up in your mind, him being the main character of every single one of them.

Briskly, your gaze shifted to his groin and then back to his face, where a suggestive smirk adorned his slightly aged features.

“Rick.” you reiterated in a husky whisper, practically begging this time.

Rick's left hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch warm and comforting as he set the gun aside. A few seconds was all it took Rick to gather enough courage to lean in, locking his smooth lips with yours in a tender kiss. The feeling of his growing beard brushing against your face added a new layer of intimacy to the moment, as his mouth nuzzled yours with a delicate touch. You could feel the beating of his heart through his chest as he held you close, his embrace strong yet gentle.

When you could not bear anymore with the arousing feeling of his throbbing boner, you placed your hand over it. Rick pulled apart momentarily to let out a surprised yet satisfied gasp.

“Bribery won’t work with me, little lady.” he teased you.

You pulled away from the kiss, your heart racing and your mind in a whirl. You couldn't believe what had just happened, and you were still trying to process it all. You looked up at Rick, who was smiling down at you, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I think we should stick to shooting practice for now," he said, his voice low and husky. “We’ll leave the rest for later, ay?”

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taylormarieee · 7 months

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Day 10: Size Difference

Kinktober

Summary: Miguel likes how Tiny you are…

Word Count: 175

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Tiny!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of height, obsessed Miguel, smut, PiV sex, Dominant Miguel, MDNI 18+ONLY

Miguel O’Hara, the one who loves how tiny you are.

Miguel O’Hara, the one who loves to dominate you in bed.

Miguel O’Hara, the one who loves to pick you up and throw you against the wall with all his strength.

Miguel O’Hara, the one who loves to ram his cock into your tiny, tight pussy.

Miguel O’Hara, the one who loves to tangle his hand in your hair and make you shove his cock down your throat.

Miguel O’Hara, who loves to see the bulge in your throat and the bulge he makes in your tummy.

Miguel O’Hara, who loves to think about how good you would look with your belly round and full after he has cummed inside you many times.

Miguel O’Hara, who has a serious breeding kink and is obsessed with you having his child.

Miguel O’Hara, the one who would do anything just to fuck you.

Miguel O’Hara, who loves how tiny you are in his lap.

Miguel O’Hara, who has that wonderful size kink that you oh, so love!

Taglist: @carlsdarling @oharahive @sinsandsweetness @loveforcarl @eternalrose81 @iamacowboi

A/N: Sorry it’s late I was busy! Plus I’m on my phone and I’m not use to it so sorry if it looks a little different from the rest

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut

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devnmon · 8 months

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Thought on the spin-offs? Have you watched em? Are you excited? Nervous? Tell me what u think wanna hear.

such a loaded question my goodness. first off i’ve seen all of dead city and honestly i loved seeing maggie again but i just do not like negan & also the ending of s1 confused me. the concept of the city was pretty cool though. i do feel like the ‘rat king’ walker that maggie had to fight was just a tlou knock off lmao. (be original amc plz). i also haven’t watched daryl’s yet but from what people are saying and the edits i’ve scrolled past on tiktok, it might be more interesting than i assumed it would be. (but also i saw that the plot is just like tlou [man brings child to place that is supposedly supposed to ‘save the world’] which again i say amc please be original) im still gonna give it a chance.. and hopefully i like it. BUT i am mostly anticipating ‘the ones who live’ and i think it’ll be my favorite (maybe, i dont know.. i’ll have to see). i just love rick and michonne a lot and can’t wait to see them back and together again. i think their reunion will bring me to tears honestly! i also feel like if amc announced the spinoffs after twd ended, it wouldve had a bigger impact than when they announced them, which was… before the main series ended. but yeah those are my thoughts! thanks oomfie for the questions muah <3

#signed rye #sinsandsweetness <3

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liliesdiary · 5 months

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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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