#rickyl x reader
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Wellllllll…… I just read one Rec from someone and holy. Stepdad Rick isn’t my thing but still hot. I was thinking what if it was Shane instead. Or Daryl. Sneaking around behind Rick’s back. But ugh, Rick is so hot tho. Decisions decisions. More like Dad’s best friend maybe?
now that’s hot as hell. Idk who Dad would be but best friend trope could work for any combination possible I would think… (all of them!? 🙈 short of a orgy, I can’t see either Dixon putting up with Shane even for something like that but hey)
been thinking about this every hour since it appeared in my inbox… (Shane is my guilty pleasure fr. would let him do disgusting things to me)
I think I’m seeing your vision… lemme know what you think💗
PICK YOUR POISON
(Rick & Shane & Daryl x fem!reader)
warnings- 18+, smut, alcohol consumption, smoking, references of sex, multiple partners, the boys are kinda pervs but it’s ok cause ur legal and this is fiction <3 2.1k word count
You open the door to the garage and make your way down the stairs. Not even bothering to slip any shoes on. Your mom keeps the epoxy floors absolutely pristine, so there’s really no reason. Plus, your toenail polish is still a little tacky. Bright, bubble gum pink polish and a silver toe ring adorning your foot. The smell of liquor and smoke has filled the garage. Accompanied by the deep, rugged voices and dry laughs coming from your fathers closest friends.
“You know mom hates it when you smoke in the house.” You say all matter of fact, leaning up against the bar-tops, marble counter. You can feel your tank top strap slipping down your shoulder. But the animalistic looks coming from your dads three closest friends, force you to let it drop. To let them see.
Your father puts his cigarette out in the ash tray on the bar. Rolling his eyes at you. “Well good thing we’re in the garage then.”
You ignore his attitude.
“Mom needs you.”
“For what?”
“To drop her off at Cindy’s.”
He seems irritated. But all five of you can hear the rain. There’s no way any half decent husband should let his wife walk to her monthly book club meeting in this weather.
“Just- keep your mouth shut about the smokes. And grab everyone another drink. Make sure they don’t burn the place down while I’m gone.” You father jokes, ruffling up Daryl’s hair on his way to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.
You wave an innocent goodbye as you watch him through the garage door windows, backing out of the driveway. Your mother in the passenger seat, smiling sweetly at you.
“Well… whatcha drinkin’?” You ask Rick, who’s sat in the middle. Glass empty, with a lone, melting ice cube clinking around in the bottom.
“Rum and coke.” He answers, licking his lips.
“Spiced?” You ask. A flirty smile playing on your face as you bite your bottom lip.
They’re all staring. Jaws clenched and breathing slowly.
You know what you’re doing. You can tell by the way they’re all looking at you. You can practically see the wheels turning in their brains.
They shouldn’t be thinking this way about their friends daughter. About their best friends little girl. Well… not so little anymore. You’d just turned 21. Hell, they were at the party. Giving you the exact same looks they’re giving you right now.
The ones they definitely shouldn’t be.
But they are.
They’re thinking about your thin, frilly, pyjama shorts, and how they can see the purple g string pulled up over your hips. How they can see your belly ring through the fabric of your tank top, and imagining what it would feel like against their lips as they kiss their way down your stomach. And you know they’re thinking about bending you over the bar counter and taking turns at fucking you until they hear the sound of your dads diesel pulling into the driveway. How you’d have to play pretend for your father, ignoring the fact that your panties are soaking through with three different men’s cum, and maybe even a mix of your own. The salty liquids threatening to drip down your inner thigh as you politely excuse yourself from the garage. Coming up with any bullshit excuse to go lay on your bed and rub your clit until you’re seeing stars. Imagining each of their faces in between your legs, spreading you open and eating you up.
You know they’re thinking it, because you are too. It’s the only thing you can think about in this moment, while pouring Rick a double spiced rum and coke. Taking a sip and then handing it him. Making sure your fingers touch.
When you turn to ask Shane what he wants, he gets up. Insisting that you won’t know how to make an old fashioned. You only just turned 21 after all. You probably haven’t even had one before.
But he’s wrong. They’re your dads favourite and you’d been making them for him since you were 16. But you didn’t tell Shane that. Instead you let him walk around the bar, come up behind you and press himself against your back. Letting a tiny gasp escape at the feeling of his, very hard, cock pressing into your bum. Pushing you even further against the counter. His chest is warm against you. And his hands are big and calloused as he guides your own, pouring the perfect amount of bitters, simple syrup and bourbon over a huge, king sized ice cube that he’d retrieved from the freezer.
Finally, taking a slice of orange, meticulously cut up and organized in little containers on the bar top. It was something your mother was always very fond of; organizing the liquors and the garnishes, ensuring that your father could host a proper poker night or barbecue. Or whatever the fuck they stayed up all night doing in their little man cave. Not knowing that you were upstairs, awake and playing with your favourite vibrator, listening to their rock music through your bedroom floor.
“And then you twist it, like this…” Shane’s lips are actually brushing your ear. And you don’t mean to, but your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. His free hand moves to your waist as he tosses the orange peel in the drink, lifting it up and bringing the cold glass to your lips.
“Try it.” He says. And though you can’t see him because he’s still behind you, you can hear the smirk in his voice.
You take a sip. A small one. Immediately scrunching your face at the two men still sitting across you. Their lips curl into an amused smile as they watch you swallow the amber liquid.
“Not my favourite.” You whisper as Shane leans back. Only for a second before he’s turned you around and trapped you once more, back to the bar this time.
“Well we did forget one thing,” He says, reaching over to a jar on the counter. Maraschino cherries. Your favourite.
“And I know how much you like these.” He teases, referring to all the cherries he caught you adding to your piña coladas at a neighbors pool party only a couple weeks ago.
He dips a single cherry in the drink. Taking it by the stem and lifting it to your mouth. You don’t hesitate in wrapping your lips around it. The bitter taste of the bourbon on the fruit doesn’t last long. A sweet, sugary syrup bleeds over your tastebuds as you bite into the cherry. And a moan manages to escape your throat. It’s quiet. You think maybe it was subtle enough to go unnoticed. But the smile on Shane’s lips and the dry laugh coming from behind you, tell you that it didn’t.
Shane is still pushed up against you, cock strained in his jeans and pressed right against your stomach. His hand gripping your hip and forcing you to stay against the counter. And the way he’s looking down at you. Fuck, the way they’re all looking at you. Watching you start to squirm under their gaze.
“It’s good.” You swallow. Trying to maintain a confident, big girl attitude. But truthfully, you just want them to peel your clothes off, and let you melt into their arms as you cum all over their cocks.
“Daryl’s drink is still empty, sweetheart.” Rick’s gravelly voice pulls you back.
“Right.”
Shane gives your hip one last squeeze before he walks back to his barstool. Next to Rick. They cheers quietly and sip on their drinks. Watching intently as you try to compose yourself.
“What’s your poison?” You turn to the last man, lighting what was probably his second or third cigarette of the night. Glancing up at you and taking a draw. Slowly inhaling and exhaling. And though your mother was not a fan, you fucking loved it. You wanted to crawl onto his lap and have him blow the smoke right between your lips as you rode his cock, letting the other two men watch and touch themselves to the sight of you getting off on another guy.
But you didn’t.
“Just a beer, sunshine.” He pushes his empty glass forward for you. You grab it and put it in the dishwasher. Grabbing a brand new, frosted mug from the freezer.
“Which one?”
“Bud’s fine.”
You grab a bottle and skillfully pour it into the mug, coming around the bar this time to hand it to him. Intentionally placing yourself between him and Rick, reaching over and setting the glass in front of him.
To no one’s surprise, you feel a warm hand on the small of your back. Rick’s fingers tracing dangerously close to the thin band of your panties.
“Those are really bad for you, y’know.”
You get bold again. Stepping onto the foot rest of Rick’s barstool, and taking a seat right on his lap. The hand on your back only helping guide you on to him. Quickly finding its way around your waist as you make yourself comfortable.
Daryl only grunts. Hiding a smile at your silly comment. He’d seen you smoke. Hell, he’d snuck out of multiple dinner parties to have one with you.
“You gonna share?” You ask.
Hesitantly he hands it over, and you take it with two fingers. Taking a long drag in and then turning to face Rick again, before you slowly exhale. Trying to focus the smoke onto his lips more than anything.
“What the hell would your father think if he could see you right now?” Shane asks, leaning back in his chair and palming the hard on, still evident in his jeans.
“Think he’d probably try and beat you’re asses.” You say. And while you’re answering Shane, your focus is solely on Rick. The scruff on his face. His bright blue eyes, taunting you and begging you to lean in. Just an inch closer so that he can catch your lips.
“Think he’d win?” Rick asks, glancing down at your own lips.
“Not a chance.” You smile.
He closes the space between you, and you taste rum on the tongue that traces yours. Rick’s hand going to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you blindly try to put the cigarette out on the ashtray. You start to move. Trying to maneuver your position so that you’d have a leg on either side of him, straddling his very apparent bulge. But right as you start to moan against his mouth, you hear the truck pull up and park. Practically jumping off of Rick and standing in between him and Daryl’s barstools. Fixing your hair as the heat rises to your cheeks. The men chuckle at your flustered appearance. Waiting for their friend to enter through the side door of the garage.
“Hi dad.” You say, smiling politely and pulling your tank top down to cover the strip of skin visible where it had previously rode up.
“Hey, hun. Glad to see they weren’t too much trouble for ya.” You father aproaches and slaps a hand on Shane’s back. Sitting down next to him and grabbing the pack of smokes from his jacket pocket.
“Y’wannanother drink, daddy?” You ask. Daryl clears his throat. And you see Ricks eyes go wide as Shane tries to hide his smile.
“Please. Old fashioned, darling. Y’want some of that pink stuff we found last week? Bubbly… something or other. It’s in the fridge.”
You watch Shane the whole time that you make the old fashioned. Clearly showing him that you knew exactly how your dad liked it. Carefully placing the cocktail on the counter in front of them.
“Thanks doll.” Your dad says, continuing to smoke his cigarette. Reaching over the counter and handing one to Rick who lights it. Watching you the whole time. Tendrils of smoke, floating up to the ceiling of the garage. You turn around. Bending over and being sure to stay searching for the bottle of rosé about thirty seconds longer than you really needed to. You pour a glass as the men discuss what the next move was. What they should do for the night. Considering it’s still a work night, and they all have a supply run pretty early in the morning.
“You wanna play some cards, sweetie?” Your dad asks. You scrunch your nose at him, taking a nice long sip of your sparkling wine.
“What? You got somewhere better to be?” Shane teases.
You huff a semi-annoyed breath, looking around for a spare stool. Even though you already knew there were only 4. Ricks eyes glimmer as he pats his left thigh, inviting you back on.
To your surprise, your dad pays you no mind, already starting to shuffle the deck of cards as you hesitantly take your seat back on top of Rick. Loving the way his hand curls around your thighs and tugs you even further on top of him. And the the way that Shane looks a little jealous that he hadn’t offered first. And you’re especially loving the way Daryl shifts on his stool just the tiniest bit closer, so that his leg grazes yours every now and then.
“All right, here’s the rules…” You hear your dad starts to explain, already dealing you each some cards. But you don’t hear him. You don’t even look in his direction. You’re way too focused on the taste of Rick that lingers on your lips, and the way your clit is actually fucking pulsing. Begging for attention. And truthfully, your mind can’t help but wander, thinking about what might have happened if your dad had taken any longer to get back home.
part 2
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(I’m picturing readers dad as Tobin in Alexandria. Someone like that at least. With a Carol-esque mother. But picture whoever you’d like! Just thought I’d share what I was kinda thinking…)
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Pairing: Rickyl x reader
Warnings: 18+, this is not proofread, dom!daryl, dom!rick, sub!reader, spanking, bruises, mentions of apocalypse, lots of crying, lmk if there's more,
a/n: this was not supposed to turn out like this but in the middle of my horniness, i did the worst thing I could do and got SAD
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It had been seven days since the stupid argument where you accused Daryl of always taking Rick’s side. Seven days of you giving them the silent treatment. Seven days of them trying to give you the chance to make it right.
You’ve done this before, gotten upset and just decided you were done speaking to them until your feelings weren’t hurt anymore. You’d put yourself in a world of trouble every time. It wasn’t always their fault, you’d always been sensitive and the apocalypse didn’t change that, it just made you deal with it differently. Unhealthily, in Rick’s opinion. That’s why there were rules.
So when you’d walked into your bedroom you should have expected to see Rick and Daryl there, but you’d forgotten that your week was up and you just opened the floodgates by not checking in with either of them.
The sight of them makes you flinch a little and you briefly consider walking back out, but Rick must see it in your eyes. “You walk out that door, you’re only gonna make it worse for yourself.” He warns from his position on the edge of your bed. “And honey, it’s already pretty bad.”
Daryl’s sitting in the chair in your corner, he’s quiet and even though he’s usually easy to calm down. You can see it in his face that he’s just not in the mood.
You huff considering your options, deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? Deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? Deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? You decide to make it easier on yourself, unbuttoning your jeans and shoving them off your legs you make your way to Rick’s lap, practically throwing yourself over his knee, not quite ready to give up your attitude.
Usually, if you have a choice, you pick Daryl. He may have rougher hands but he’s gentler and at the first sign of you crying decides you’ve had enough and kisses it better. Rick is an entirely different story. He can be brutal if you’ve driven him in the direction and this is one of his biggest pet peeves from you so you’re sure you have.
He’s surprised by your action, but so very gently drags a hand down your back and you know it’s to lure you into a false sense of security so that the first hit is a shock. “You don’t wanna talk about it first?” Which is what they usually try to get you to do when you get like this.
‘Nope.” Rick sends Daryl a look. One that means ‘deal with her’, because as much as you loved to be a brat to Rick, the moment Daryl said something with even a hint of authority in his voice you stepped in line. You could dip your toe in the brat pool, but you aren’t really much of one. You’re sensible and fucking sweet, which is why you get so upset. They know that, you don’t.
“It don’t work like that.” Daryl finally speaks. You scoff a little, which is bold considering your position but you can’t help yourself.
“Here we go again.” You mutter, jabbing at him when you know better. Rick raises his eyebrow and they seem to come to an agreement in silence.
“Give’er what she wants, then.” Daryl tells Rick, which seems to be all the encouragement he needs because not even a second later his hand comes down on your ass swiftly. It surprises you and it really fucking stings, especially when he keeps going on that same spot and you know it’s to make his hand print as visible as possible.
You’re biting your lip hard, trying to keep your cries inside of you. You grip your bedspread, trying and failing to brace yourself for the next one. When Rick finally moves to the next spot, you think it'll bring you a little relief but it doesn’t because it 's the top of your thighs and you know he really wants to make it last.
On a particularly hard one Daryl gets up, so that he can get closer. He’s squatting in front of you when he pulls your lip from behind your teeth. “Let go.” He tells you, and you do on instinct. There's blood on his thumb when he pulls his hand back and you realize you broke the skin on your lips.
It takes a while for the tears to come but when they do, you manage for the most part to keep them from becoming sobs. Rick stops for a beat, rubbing over the already raised skin. His hand hot from the constant impact. You’re trying to catch your breath, while he stops because you know Rick and you know he can go for longer.
Daryl grips your tearfilled face, his blue eyes hard, but still filled with that underlying layer of concern. “You done, or does Rick need to keep going?” He offers you the out, but he still sees that look in your eye. The look that tells him something in your brain is still telling you to distance yourself from them.
“M’done” You mumble, haphazardly wiping your tears with the sleeves of your shirt, which Daryl realizes is Rick’s. Cute.
“You ready to talk now?” When you nod he lets it slide because you’re still crying and he knows you’re trying to calm your tears before anything. You get embarrassed to cry now that the world is overrun. You feel like your tears should be saved for when you really need them and it’s part of the reason you’re having such a hard time expressing yourself.
The constant stream of tears doesn’t stop when you pull yourself up to sit beside Rick, tucking your legs under you to ease the pressure on your ass. You know Rick is still pissed slightly because he pulls you into his lap when he sees the action. The denim of his pants causes extra discomfort for your skin.
“No more ‘week of space bullshit’.” Daryl tells you still squatting on the floor so he can see you better. “Now on’ if you got a problem, you come straight to us.” You nod again, and it’s the last one he’ll let you do.
“If you want to continue our conversation from last week, now's the time to do so.” Rick says, you can feel his heartbeat slowing down to its regular levels and the angry grip he had on your thigh turning into soothing circles.
It takes you a second to say something and you have to wipe your tears once again because they still haven’t stopped. “I just feel like-” Your voice catches and you cringe at the whiny sound of your voice, but you can’t clear that lump from your throat.
You start over, your voice calmer, even though the evidence of you crying is still there. “I feel like my voice goes unheard sometimes…. and it makes me just not want to talk at all.” Another wipe of your tears and a sniffle. You’re not even making eye contact with Daryl anymore, scared you’re ruining everything by speaking about it.
“I know it’s a game we play or whatever and,” Your tone goes up a pitch like you’re about to start sobbing and Daryl’s heart stops beating in his chest momentarily. “I like that game a lot, but we can’t play it everyday. It gets-” You cut yourself off when you words start to shake more than what will allow you to be coherent. When you see the way Daryl is looking at you, your heart drops.
“M’sorry, I should have said something.” Then it finally happens, the bucket tips over and you’re sobbing afraid you disappointed them. Rick is in your ear softly telling you it’s okay, rocking you.
“Ain’t no reason to be sorry.” Daryl tells you, but inside he’s trying to play back encounters, looking to see how this got past him.
Rick thinks this is good. That you were long overdue to cry like this. He knew what you needed to get you vulnerable enough to do it, to say what you needed and now you’re finally there and they can build on it.
The two of them spend the rest of the night doting on you, rubbing lotion on your bruised ass. Kissing your temple, telling you that you’re so good, so special, so important. When you finally fall asleep, they both just watch you, both of them wrestling with how they can be better for you. To you.
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I'm just imagining Daryl watching as you get yourself off on Rick's thigh and you and Rick know he's watching so you decide to put on a show, making the most pornographic noises you can. God I love those two
nsfw 18+ 🎀🦌
you snap your head up at the sound of the front door opening and closing downstairs. you look back to rick, who's back is against the headboard with a seemingly permanent smirk on his lips. he loves seeing you like this. who could blame him? you, grinding against his still denim clad thigh, white lacy panties pulled to the side as you attempt to get off without his help.
you hear footsteps come up the stairs and then you hear the bedroom door open. you know who it is, you've been waiting on him to get home all day. you and rick share a quick look, and you immediately know. you turn your head and look towards the door, lashes fluttering as you look into his eyes. daryl, letting go of his crossbow and letting it lean against the wall. you could nearly cum from just the sight of him, all sweaty and manly and fucking gorgeous. your hips don't stop. rick's rough hands tighten on your waist, keeping you steady.
rick's voice is sultry and teasing. "what a whore, baby. ain't that right, daryl?" he's right. what a sight you are. the valley between your bare tits glistens with sweat, your cheeks rosy and flushed from not only the august heat, but from the utterly pornographic show you're putting on for daryl. you softly moan and gasp until rick's purposefully low southern accent taunts you again. "you need some help with staying quiet, honey? that it?"
daryl gets the hint, because he starts walking to the bed, unzipping his jeans and simultaneously trying to palm the growing bulge. you look up to him with the sweetness doe eyes you can pull off, hoping he'll take out whatever hardships he had to deal with that day on you. you can feel one of rick's hands squeeze your ass, his other still holding your hips steady. you're still chasing your orgasm, skillfully grinding on his thigh. you nearly start panting as daryl's cock springs out, the tip angry and glistening with precum. his left hand goes to your hair, gripping it like he always does. he nods and you stick your tongue out so he can tap his cock on it a couple times. you do as they've trained you, letting him hit the back of your throat as you watch him with big teary eyes. underneath you, rick lifts you up slightly so he can sink you back down onto his own cock. the two men use you from both sides and you couldn't be happier.
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hey amelia!!! I have to say I’m really into your blog and the way you write Rickyl x reader!!! Your jealous Rick is crazy good too!
Speaking of jealous Rick, I salivate at the idea of Rick being super competitive about making the reader come and it works so well with jealous Rick. Imagining him competing with Daryl’s mouth…the possibilities
(thank you smm!!)
18+ mdni
Rick was possessive. And overprotective. A giver.
He liked to know he could please you in all the right ways.
He liked to know he did it best.
That it was him who gave you the perfect amount of orgasms, him who made your legs shake, him who made your pussy sore the next day.
Him. Not Daryl.
It was always an unspoken competition between the two men.
Rick would always fight to fuck you first, stretch out your holes, try new positions with him. It had to be him first.
He didn’t like sharing.
His mouth was always first on your swollen bud, his cock was always first to impale you, his cock was first down your throat, and his cock was first to stretch out the ringed muscle of your ass.
He was all of your firsts.
Of course, he still let Daryl have a go, but always after him. He had to fuck you first. That’s just how it was.
Like now, the man was between your spread legs, lapping up your folds and pumping three fingers inside of you.
Daryl lying at your side, gently brushing the baby hairs out of your face and pressing delicate kisses to the side of your face.
You were loving it— the attention from both men.
Turning your head to embrace the archer in a deep kiss, tongues fighting against each other.
And that made Rick mad, that you were basking in Daryl’s attention rather than his.
I mean, he was the one causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll back, he deserved the attention. Not his best friend.
You moan into the man’s mouth, and in a second, Rick’s hands wrap around your thighs and tug you closer to him, scooting you down the mattress.
His mouth leaves your sweet cunt and comes up to pepper kisses across your chest and then finally to your pink lips, a kiss filled with intensity, the man deepening it when he catches Daryl gawking at the pair of you.
The bow-man looks to him as if to say ‘really’, a scoff leaving his lips but it ultimately turns into a smirk.
Your hands wrap around the back of the sheriff's neck, subsequently wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer and grinding your wet heat against his covered erection.
Rick knew he had won, he had all your attention, had you clawing desperately at his body, not a single thought in your mushy mind being for Daryl— just him.
And he loved it.
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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.
#rickyl x reader#daryl dixon x reader#rick grimes x reader#female reader#BRAINROT#I AM ROTTING#help :(
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Please can u do a rickyl breeding kink. Like they see how she looks after Judith and it makes them want to take turns filling her up ❤️❤️
TAKING TURNS
(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)
warnings- 18+ content, breeding kink obv, smut, creampies, FMM threesome, taking turns, mentions of getting reader pregnant, pregnancy and unprotected p in v. kinda fluffy and not rlly proofread…
notes- first time writing a breeding kink so… let me know how it is:) reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3
Daryl nudges his friend, taking a sip of the bottle of water in front of him. “Quit starin’ .” He hisses, breaking Rick’s gaze away from you. Sitting all pretty, on a rug in his cell. Judith sitting right in front of you, a little, blue rattle keeping her attention as you talk to her. Your sweet, soft voice, mumbling quiet little praises at her. And she won’t stop grabbing for your hand or your hair or the rattle as she babbles away.
“M’not… staring…” Rick mumbles.
“I can practically see your dick getting hard. Pick your jaw up off the floor, yeah?” Daryl says, pretending that he’s not just as guilty. They both glance back over and rake their eyes over the shape of your body. The way your tank top cups your breasts, and your shorts hug your hips. And most importantly, how fucking attractive you are, smiling and blowing kisses at the 5 month old in front of you. How… maternal. It was driving both the boys a little crazy.
Daryl can’t help but imagine you holding his own mini me. A little boy with his eyes and your hair. And definitely Daryl’s attitude.
For Rick, seeing how good you are with his baby girl, it made his heart swell. Feeding her and playing with her, always being the one to know exactly what she needs. Seeing just how natural it comes to you. How he knows you’d be a good mom one day. How he wants to be the one to make you a mom one day.
“Like you’re any better.” Rick shoots back, his voice tearing Daryl out of his daydream. Both men still staring. And as you look over, they both straighten up. You wave the rattle at them and give a sweet smile, returning your attention to a talkative Judith quickly after.
“Fuck.” They both mumble in unison.
“It’s hard enough having no condoms around here. And then she’s gotta go ahead n’…”
“Make you actually wanna put a baby in her?” Daryl finishes Rick’s sentence for him. Whether it was what he was going to say, or just what he’s really thinking, it didn’t matter. It was true.
Ricks jaw clenches at the thought and he actually has to look away. The front of his jeans are all tight and his cheeks turn warm.
“She’s gettin’ a little fussy,” Both boys turn around to you walking over, holding a crying Judith. “Think she might need daddy to put her to bed.”
Rick has to bite his tongue at that comment. Taking his baby girl from your arms, and she seems to calm down fairly quick in his arms.
“Thanks,” he shifts Judith onto his hip and leans down to your ear to whisper, “You, uh… you stayin’ up or headin’ to bed?”
You smile at him all knowingly. “I could stay up if it means I get to see you a little longer…”
Rick nervously chews his lip and gives you a weak smile as he heads off to his cell, to calm Judith down and put her in her crib.
Daryl clears his throat and you turn to face him.
“What?” You kind of half laugh, as his hand starts playing with the hem of your shorts. “Nothin.” He bites back a smile. “Wanna get outta here?” He jokes, hand making it’s way up your waist, thumb brushing your nipple through the thin fabric of your tank.
“Um…” you look over, distracted by the curtain closing in the doorway of Rick’s cell.
“Hey, look.” Daryl grabs your attention and your hand, starting off towards your own cell. “He’s gonna be a minute. We’ll just get started without him. I’m sure he won’t mind.”
And he didn’t. Didn’t mind at all. Walking in on the two of you. Laying on your back, shorts already gone, with your legs wrapped around Daryl’s waist. An elbow by your face, propping him up so he could kiss you all slow and sloppy. Little grunts and moans falling from the two of you as he ground against you, nice and gently. The lace of your panties rubbing so deliciously in between your clit and his crotch.
“M- more-” you stutter, not realizing that you have extra company.
“Think that can be arranged, don’t you Daryl?” Ricks voice startles the both of you, turning to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt, knee dipping into the mattress, dangerously close. You swallow hard, lips all wet and swollen. Daryl’s shirt already peeled off and on the ground.
“One’s not enough for you is it, baby? Gotta have two cocks filling you right up. Ain’t that right?” Rick asks, leaning in for a hot, open mouthed kiss that you accept so graciously, hands going to the back of his neck and pulling him into the tangle of limbs on the squeaky bunk bed.
“Mhm.” You agree against his tongue, Daryl pulling at your panties and the two men take their turns. One kissing you, lips trailing down your neck and nipping little marks on to your breasts as the other fucks you so good and hard. And your begging for them as quietly as you can, hoping not to wake anyone up.
“What’s that? Gotta speak up, sweetheart.” Daryl tells you as Ricks dick pumps in to you at a harsh pace, a little whimper leaving your mouth before you can even answer.
“Want you- wanna cum.”
“I didn’t get quite that, did you?” Rick turns to Daryl, who’s biting his lip, trying not to laugh, “You wanna cum, sweetie? Or you want us to?”
“B-both please. Please.” You whine, grabbing onto both of their arms, grip tightening as you feel your orgasm begin to approach.
“Gonna fill you up nice and good, baby. Get you so full of cum, you won’t even know which one of us got you pregnant.”
And your eyes widen at Ricks words. Starting to shake your head ‘no’ but Daryl interrupts you with a kiss.
“Don’t you want it? Tell us how bad you want it, princess.” He orders against your lips. Demanding a price for your orgasm.
“Yes… I want it, Dare,” you whine, arching your back as Ricks tip continues to abuse your g-spot.
“You can do better then that.” He says, leaning back and admiring the sight of you getting absolutely railed. Legs folded to your chest, and your pearly, white juices dripping onto the sheets.
The sight makes his cock twitch and he thinks he could cum right there.
“Want it so bad. Want your cum, Dare. Want- uh- want you to fill me up, please.”
“Mmm, that’s better.” Daryl says, grabbing you by the foot and kissing the inside of your calf. Spreading you open to watch you get cream-pied by his best friend.
“Put- put a baby in me, Rick.” You whimper, eyes rolling back and you reach your climax. Feeling his own hips stuttering immediately, the comment clearly sending him over the edge. Burying himself deep in your cunt as he cums with a groan. Pulling out and switching positions with Daryl. A little grumble of, “I’m going first next time, asshole.” Coming from his lips, before he slides right into you. Giving you zero recovery time before he starts fucking you, the sound of your juices and Ricks cum, squelching and mixing, fills the air. And you can’t help but moan. Ricks thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing from side to side as Daryl whispers filthy praises, telling you how pretty you’d look carrying his baby. How nice and pregnant you’ll be as soon as their done with you. And you go along with it, too fucked out to argue. Reaching another quick and shaky orgasm. Daryl following immediately after, plunging his own seed into you.
A sticky mess coats your thighs as the two start to get all dressed. A slight flash of worry on their faces in realizing what they actually did. Having come down from their highs, and thinking a little clearer.
You try not to laugh as the two of them chew their lips, grabbing a blanket and cleaning their dirty, little mess up from your thighs.
“What?” Daryl asks, noticing your shit eating grin.
“You guys know that I’m on the pill right…?” And you can’t help but giggle at their reaction.
As much as the the thought of getting you pregnant got the two men going, relief flooded their faces as they both leaned in to attack your cheeks with kisses.
“Some day though, right?” Daryl asks, hoping that your words earlier, weren’t just for show.
“Of course.” You peck both men’s lips, and pull on their arms, forcing them to snuggle up on the tiny mattress. They chat among themselves and trace little patterns onto your back as you try and fall asleep. Dreaming of someday, when a little Rick and Daryl will be running around and causing chaos in your future home.
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Party
Rickyl x fem!reader
Content Includes: angst, use of "slut", Alexandria era, pet names(babygirl, sweetheart), hurt, happy ending, suggestive themes
WC: 894
You and the rest of your group had just arrived at Alexandria and the leader, Deanna had decided to host a party welcoming you all. You and Daryl really didn't want to go but Rick convinced you and then if you had to go so did Daryl so here you were getting ready in one of the bathrooms. You felt silly dressing up like this in the middle of the apocalypse. You finished getting ready, emerging from the bathroom in a short, tight black dress with an extremely low neckline showing off your cleavage along with a pair of kitten heels and a little bit of makeup. Your hair was freshly washed and so were you. You spritzed on a bit of perfume before heading downstairs to join your boys.
You noticed Daryl dressed nicely in a blue shirt and jeans sitting on the couch. You look around noticing Rick isn’t there.
“Where’s Rick?” You ask.
“Already at Deanna’s” he replies looking you up and down.
“Ya sure ya wanna wear that?” He questions.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” You ask hurt that he didn’t like the effort you put into your appearance.
“Nothin. Just a little revealing ain’t it?” He replies.
"What are ya saying?" you ask defensively.
"Nothin. Let's go." he says and you head out the door with him behind you.
You arrive at the party and beeline for the table full of drinks. You grab a cup and make your way through the crowds of people. Everywhere you turn is a new face greeting you as if this was just a normal party not some stupid thing in the apocalypse.
You end up in a corner and as you're looking for anyone from your group a guy that you recognise to be Deanna's son walks over to you.
"How are you liking it here?" he asks.
"It's nice. Different but nice" you reply stiffly hoping he'll get the message and leave you alone.
He continues talking and eventually, you zone him out locking eyes with Rick across the room. You don't even notice how Spencer's hand is on your shoulder.
"I should go. It was nice talking to you" you say with a curt nod.
He grabs your arm.
"Got two guys and yet ya gotta dress like that to get attention" he says.
"Let go of me," you say trying your best to sound stern and not scared.
"I could treat you so much better. Fuck ya right" he growls.
"Get away from me!" you say a little louder than you intended to. Immediately Rick and Daryl are by your side.
"She said leave" Rick growls as he glares down the man.
"Woah. Okay. You know where to find me if you change your mind" he says and walks away.
"This is why ya shouldn't dress like that." Daryl rasps.
"Like what?" you ask.
"Like a slut" Rick answers. Your eyes go wide and before you know it your running as fast as you can out of the house. Daryl and Rick try to follow you but Tara and Rosita who overheard everything stop them.
You end up at a small pond and that's when you collapse onto the ground below. Tears pour down your cheeks as you reply their words.
Slut. Is that really what they think of you?
You stay there for what feels like forever until you finally decide to head back to the house that your group was sharing. When you arrived most of the group was there. Daryl and Rick immediately walked over to you but you just pushed past them and went upstairs to change. You look at yourself in the mirror. Mascara-stained cheeks and red eyes. You remove your makeup and change into a baggy T-shirt and shorts.
You make your way downstairs and over to Tara. You lay down beside her and she doesn't question it. You look at her, tears threatening to spill and she pulls you in for a hug. You sniffle into her shoulder and she smooths your hair.
What you don't know is that Daryl and Rick feel terrible about what they said and you not sleeping next to them hurt.
You get no sleep that night and neither do they.
You get up before everyone else and head outside. Rick and Daryl notice and follow you.
You see them and are about to stand up to leave when Rick places a hand on your chest to stop you.
"Don't. Please. We're so sorry for what we said. We didn't mean it. You looked beautiful but we aren't okay with sharing you with anyone else. You meet his eyes and can tell that he is sincere. You then look over at Daryl and see that he feels the same way.
You grab your boys into a hug and start to cry.
"Don't cry, babygirl" Rick whispers.
"We have a little time before everyone else gets up" he suggests.
You pull back and look at them before nodding and before you know it your over Rick's shoulder and the boys are taking you inside the house and upstairs.
You end up in one of the bedrooms and Rick lays you down on the bed while Daryl locks the door shut.
"What do you want, sweetheart" Rick asks.
"Both of you. Now" you demand, which Rick and Daryl both laugh at.
"Anything for you" they both say in unison.
#the walking dead#rick grimes x reader#twd#angst#fluff#suggestive#daryl dixon x reader#rickyl x reader
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Ghost - Masterlist
Her name was Casper Graham.
At least, she thought it was.
After waking up in a hospital room with no recollection of how she got there, Casper was forced to navigate the world of the dead.
Lucky for her, she had found Rick Grimes when she had woken up, and following him had led her to meet Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, and many other people she soon saw as family
Things were supposed to be simple - find Rick's family and stay safe. But when feelings and desires are added into the mix, things can become much trickier, especially when Casper found herself conflicted between the two men. It didn't help that they were enamoured by her either, hanging on to her every word and following her every whim.
The apocalypse was already a hard thing to deal with, but this might make things worse. Or maybe it might just make it more interesting?
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
#andrea twd#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x oc#daryl dixon x reader#glenn rhee#lori grimes#rick grimes#rick grimes x oc#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x you#rick grimes x reader x daryl dixon#rickyl x reader#the walking dead#twd daryl#twd fanfiction#twd
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and this is his face
Hahahaha! That’s great! Maybe I’ll give it a shot. I’m not sure yet.
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I didn’t know until now how much I need to see Rick and Daryl with a reader who is super into sex, confident, and almost bossy as she tells them what she wants. Not a dom but just a huge turn on
18+ mdni
“Please!”
You whine, cry and tug on the sleeves of their shirts as you desperately beg for attention, or more specifically one of their cocks.
They, however, had been ignoring you all day, claiming they were far too busy with looking after Alexandria and doing more important things.
You thought that was bullshit. You were in need and craving their attention.
Rick and Daryl were thoroughly sorting through the weaponry and making sure everything was in order— more so trying to.
With you constantly in their ear and all over them it was becoming a harder task than it should’ve been.
“Need you!” You cry out, hugging Rick from behind and burying your face into his back. Your hands are abruptly pushed off, and the man span around to face you.
“Hey, look at me,” He demanded, grabbing your jaw and forcing your eyes to bore into his, “Were busy. Go home, and relax, we’ll be home soon. Can do whatever you want when we are.”
That only made your eyes roll back and an annoyed huffed to leave your pouty lips. So instead of complying with his wishes you cupped his bulge over the black denim and pushed your body into his, “But I need you now.”
“What did he just say, girl?” Daryl snapped, “Were busy.”
Rick sighed, he was always the first to give in, especially when it came to you. Sliding his hands around your waist and pulling you in.
“Fine. . . But quickly.” The ex-cop agreed and it made a large smile spread across your cheeks.
Daryl rolled his eyes from the corner of the room, muttering something you couldn’t quite decipher.
Your fingers slipped up Rick’s shirt, hands roaming around his calloused skin, “Need your cock.” You practically demand and climb on top of him.
He swipes the table clean, allowing all sorts of things to clatter to the floor as he hoisted you up and laid you down.
“So needy,” He got to work on the button of your jeans, “Pathetic.”
The archer was suddenly at your side, smoothing back your hair and pressing kisses to your forehead. “Take my shirt off,” You snap at Daryl, raising your body slightly so he has access to do as you said.
Rick managed to pull both your jeans and panties down in one swift motion, tossing them carelessly away and swiping a finger up your drenched folds.
He let out a groan of approval and suddenly pushed his digit inside of you.
You desperately whine, “Your cock!”
Both men chuckle at your need to be filled, and both men comply. Positioning you in a way where Daryl can enter you from behind and Rick can enter you from in front.
They have you drunk on their cocks in seconds, Hell, they did before they even had the chance to pull it from their boxers.
“Faster!” “Harder!” “More!”
You beg, and the men are so quick to fulfil your needs and have you driven over the edge so quickly.
(this kinda strayed from what you asked for, i just got so distracted lol i am so sorry)
#rick grimes#daryl dixon#rick grimes x reader#rickyl#rickyl x reader#the walking dead#rick grimes smut#daryl dixon x reader#rick grimes imagine#rick x reader#twd x reader#rickgrimes#rick grimes x fem!reader#rick imagine
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Throuple
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Another one?? I’m quite the spoiled writer today, anon. thank you so much!! these photos have so much heart, passion, affection. love the plus size outfit, too! perfect. and all the closeness of rickyl.
I’m just so full of emotion right now.
[throuple stories: 1, 2, 3]
#submission#rickyl x reader#rick grimes x reader#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x rick grimes#tw#twd fanfiction
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⚡ Welcome to Bun's Cockstop! This is a place where I thirst over cute dirty old men! Most of my works can also be found on AO3 (here).
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stories marked with an asterisk* contain adult content
⚡ multichapter fics ⚡
party favours [AO3 link] | tony stark x bruce banner x stephen strange x reader ot4) | explicit | ~120k words | completed
practical alchemy [AO3 link] | witch!reader x established!ironstrange | explicit | in progress (hiatus)
black dog [AO3 link] | badass!reader x negan (twd) | explicit | in progress, 1/3 done
⚡one-shots⚡
tony stark | doll parts | skin starving | butt dial? no, booty call* | degradation* (dubcon) | teasing tony | nerd fishing* | love letter* (dd/lg) | bad day* | trust issues | stitches | sticky sweet* |
helmut zemo | marmalade taffy* |
bruce banner | emotional support nerd* | bondage* | lab delights* | spoiled | blindfolds & edging* | you've seen the butcher* |
stephen strange | dr. feelgood* (as seen on tiktok) | touch me i'm sick* | spellbound* | brat & restraints* | aftercare | mean!dom* (gender neutral reader) | inappropriate use of the eye of agamotto* | selfship drabbles - oral fixation, more horny brainrot | spitfire* | dazed & confused* | year after year | the leg thing* | hand/size kink* |
sam wilson | bad touch* | violent delights* (content warning) |
loki | if life gives you melons* | bondage* (nb reader, they/them) | snow day* (male reader)
natasha romanoff | hot wheels* |
wanda maximoff | caught |
bucky barnes | bother figure (daughter!reader) |
thor | idunn's apples | hired man* (dubcon) | beloved, bejeweled |
otto octavius / doc ock | horny headcanons* | i want to kill you like they do in the movies - part 1 - part 2* - part 3* (fin) |
steve rogers | it drives me wild* |
daryl dixon | cherry - part 1 - part 2* (coming soon) | untitled* | dirt* |
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daddy!ironstrange - daddy lessons* | part one | part two |
rickyl - part one*
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*smacks both hands on the table* rickyl size kink! Reader can barely handle one of their dicks let alone both!
(Anon, i’m obsessed with you)
You would have been fine in any other position. Well, maybe not fine. But definitely not gasping for air and griping the sheets the way Rick has you now. Propped up on a few pillows, legs up on his shoulders, opening you right up. Fucking you so hard and deep it almost hurts. And you can actually fucking feel him in your stomach. Especially when he leans back and puts his hand right above your pelvis, gently pushing down on your skin. And the feeling makes your eyes roll back. Holy shit.
“Ah- I can’t - Rick’s’toomuch!” You push at his stomach even though you know he would never let up.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I can’t- can’t take it.”
“Mmm but you took it so well the other night, remember?”
You nod, biting back a rather pathetic moan.
“So what’s different now?” He slows down, still thrusting just as deep and just as hard, but slower. Letting you catch your breath and focus back in on the feeling of him filling you up. Brushing your g-spot with every stroke.
“She misbehavin’?” A voice comes from the doorway, leaned against the frame in a leather jacket. Daryl smirks at the sight in front of him. Both of your flushed faces, and naked bodies turning to face him.
“I’m not sure… she’s tryna tell me she can’t take it,” Rick mocks you in a whiney voice. He turns back to you and licks his lips. “Even though we both know that she definitely can.”
Daryl let’s out a dry laugh, peeling his jacket off and approaching the bed.
“We know exactly how much you can take sweetheart. No sense in lying’ about it.” He says as he tugs his jeans off and motions at Rick to move you. To reposition. And when you look down, he’s already hard as a rock. Standing tall and intimidating. Butterflies erupting as you realize very quickly that they’re gonna show you just how much you can take. Or can’t. They’ll decide.
Soon enough, Daryl’s hands are gripping your waist and he’s bullying his way into your ass, forcing you to sit right flush with his lap. Rick still holding your legs open wide, his movements at a still though, letting you get used to the two dicks splitting you open. Filling you up and making you squirm. The pressure of Daryls cock added onto the already very well endowed one you’d been taking only moments before, it was… overwhelming. And once they started fucking you, actually pumping in and out, Rick took Daryl’s hand from your waist and pressed it to the spot he was pushing on before. The spot where he could feel his own bulge, all the way in your stomach. And now Daryl could. Palm pressed flat on your lower belly, pushing down and making both you and Rick moan in unison. Fuckin’ hell.
“Always take us so well. So fuckin’ full aren’t you?” He whispers, wet lips brushing your ear. Tears forming at the stimulation that you’re receiving. The pressure on your g-spot that definitely makes your breath hitch. And the intensity of being so full is borderline torture. But you don’t even want them to stop. You’re way too close to risk complaining. To risk them thinking you actually can’t take it.
#rickyl x reader#rickyl smut#rickyl#rickyl x you#rick grimes smut#rick x reader x daryl#daryl dixon smut#rick grimes x y/n#rick grimes fanfiction#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl dixion x reader#rick grimes x daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x y/n#rickyl daydream#T’s daydreams <3
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Rickyl x fem!reader 18+
warnings/tropes: smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, dacryphillia, threesome
You walk downstairs to make some lunch. The boys immediately notice you're not wearing a shirt and your boobs are falling out of your too-small bra. They watch you sway your hips in your short shorts, dancing to the beat of your own drum. They give each other a quick look and then both get up off the couch. You don't notice they've entered the kitchen until two large arms wrap around you and pull you back onto his hard erection. "Daryl!" you giggle. "I don't think there's anything to be giggling about. Your teasin us in that outfit and moving yer hips. You know what you're doin" Daryl replies into your neck. "It's hot. I didn't do it on purpose" you say. "I think you did darlin. And you're about to learn the consequences." Rick says as Daryl kisses behind your ear. You moan and Daryl's hand goes to rest lightly on your throat. "Now be a good girl and let us do what we want to ya" he demands. You nod and soon you are thrown over Daryl's shoulder and being carried up to bed. He throws you down and the impact has you bouncing back off the bed before finally falling down for good. Rick climbs between your legs and brings the exposed flesh of your right breast into his mouth. You moan and he lightly nicks the sensitive skin. You buck your hips up but he pushes you back down. "No moving or you're not gettin anything" Rick tells you. You nod tears starting to form in your eyes. Rick removes your bra and take a bright red and sore nipple into his mouth. He lightly rolls his teeth along it. You don't know when it happened but Daryl's mouth is now on your neck. He's sucking on your sweet spot and you moan out for both of them. They both chuckle and Rick runs his hand down your stomach and dips it down into the waistband of your short. He rubs your clit through your panties. "More. Need!" you moan. 'Need what, Darlin?" Rick asks. "Need your cock" you beg. "So needy. You gonna let Daryl and I fuck ya?" he asks. You nods as tears stream down your face. "Your crying isn't gonna stop me I like it when ya cry for me" Rick says. Your shorts and panties are removes and both men's cocks are free from their constraints. "Now suck Daryl so you keep quiet while I fuck this tight little pussy." Rick demands. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around Daryl's cock. He moans out and grips your hair pushing you further down his length. With one harsh thrust Rick is inside you. You moan around Daryl cock, the vibrations causing him to moan your name. Rick fucks you hard while your moans are muffle by Daryl's cock. You bob your head in rhythm with Rick's thrusts. Daryl soon cums down your throat and pulls out of your mouth. He rubs circles on your clit which has you crying and screaming with pleasure. "Daryl! Rick!" you cry as you orgasm. The convulsing of your pussy around Rick has him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. Once he's caught his breath Rick tells you to clean yourself up and they'll be downstairs. You hear the door open and shut along with footsteps fading off into the distance. You sigh and know that you will be sore soon but that it was so worth it. It always is with your boys.
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Ghost - Chapter VIII
I feel like this chapter might have taken quite a turn from the last, but it's to hopefully give more of an insight into the individual struggles of Rick and Casper. They both rely on each other and they have this incessant need to make sure the other is safe, they both came into the the post-apocalypse world in a similar set of circumstances and that is what helped them form their bond and trust each other so quickly. But when it comes to finding 'safety in numbers', they both have different perspectives on it, whether its a gut feeling or guilt or fear influencing their opinions. I hope I did this chapter justice. Enjoyyyy <333
Hopefully, we will get to some Daryl interactions soon! I don't want to miss any scenes out as I think it helps to build connections to other characters, so I do apologise for no Daryl moments as of yet❤️
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When they had gotten onto the roof of the building, Casper had stayed back. She watched the scene unfold with curious eyes - the group begging a raving Dixon to stop shooting into the crowd of walkers turned to a fist-fight between T-Dog and, who she now knew as, Merle.
She had debated getting involved, pulling a gun on him or even her knife. But Merle looked seasoned in his fighting, and with the way he ran circles around T-Dog she knew he had much more experience than she did.
There was no sense of autopilot now, no push for her to rely on forgotten instincts and lost skills. For once, since stepping out that hospital room, after facing walkers, lost memories, abandonment, and so much more, it was only now Casper truly felt out of her depth.
Even when Rick pushed himself forward to help T-Dog, even when Rick was thrown back and Merle continued railing on T-Dog with every ounce of anger and prejudice that he had forced himself to hide, Casper found herself rooted to her spot.
She didn't know what to do, how to help. She didn't know how she fit into this. With these people, in this situation.
With Rick, it was easy.
Casper protects Rick. Rick protects Casper. They have each other's back, and they trust each other.
Sure, Glenn was nice. He had helped them escape being mauled alive. But the rest? She didn't know them, couldn't trust them.
She didn't even know herself. How could she trust anyone else.
But she trusted Rick. Casper pretended she couldn't hear her traitorous thoughts.
Perhaps it was the thought that it was truly no longer just her and Rick. That instead of finding safety in each other's presence, they had to find sanctuary in numbers.
They were safer in numbers, but Casper didn't think she could live among them.
Casper doesn't know how long she zoned out for, but when she blinks herself back into reality, she sees Merle attached to a pipe on the roof and Rick leering over him.
She truly had to stop doing that. One day, it would be her own lack of caution that gets her killed.
She slowly made her way towards Rick, feeling tension obscure the air as the group tended to T-Dog and his bloodied face. She caught the end of their conversation, and the words that left Rick's mouth caused her own to dry up.
"All I am anymore is a man looking for his family and protecting her," his eyes find Casper's, the blue that was raging a dark storm only moments ago had calmed to a gentle ripple of sea water as he took her in. Safe. She was safe.
He looks back at Merle, and Casper swears she sees his eyes darken once more - as though Rick is so close to losing himself in the possibilities of his own capabilities, "anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose."
It was quiet, Merle and Rick locked in a heated battle as they glared into each other's eyes.
Merle tried to figure him out - he was a cop looking for his family. So what did that make her to him?
His wife? Sister? Daughter? Friend? Side piece? He snorted to himself at that before straightening at the cold expression that poured itself across Rick's face as he followed Merle's eyes to Casper.
Casper now stood behind him, a hand clasped on his shoulder. She didn't pull, nor did she remove it. She left it there and waited. Waited for him to do what he thought was best for them. "I'll give you a moment to think about it."
Rick patted Merle's shoulder roughly, standing up and taking Casper's hand into his own with ease.
It was like her presence was an anchor, something that brought him back from a dark place, a part of him that would be perfect in a world far more damned than the one they lived in. He couldn't lose himself. Wouldn't. Especially not whilst she was still here. Safe. Breathing. Warm.
With his hand still in her's, he made his way to the edge of the roof despite Merle's protests, throwing the small bag full of white powder that he had found on Merle, during their conversation, into the air off the side.
The action seems to set Merle off, causing him to finally set his target on Rick. And that didn't sit well with Casper.
"Hey! What are you doing? Man that was my stuff! Hey!"
Merle grunted roughly as he struggled against the handcuffs, his aggression causing Casper to pull at their enjoined hands and have Rick step back to stand closer to her. He was safe.
Rick could sense the apprehension rolling off Casper in waves, taking it as his sign to move on from Merle's dramatics so they could get back to more important matters.
Rick walks to the wall with Casper at his side, flexing his hand in pain. It only takes Casper a second to notice his grimace before she has him stop again.
She lets go of the hand she previously held, only to now cradle the hurt one in her palms. She peers up at him slowly, quiet with her words so as not to draw attention to them, "you okay?"
Her words may have been quiet, but with the compassion she spoke with, she could have been screaming directly at Rick's heart instead, he nods.
"I'm okay, sweetheart."
"You shouldn't have gotten involved."
"I couldn't let him hurt them, Cassie. It's not right."
"None of this is. The dead walking? The hospital turning into a mass grave? Whatever is happening now, it isn't in our control. Rick, we got out. Why do we have to stay? These aren't our friends. They're not our group."
Rick could hear the fear in her voice. They had brushed against the doors of death so many times in only a few hours. But they had escaped it too.
He understood her fears. Of course he did, he had the same ones. But he had to be hopeful, for them both.
"You trust me."
It wasn't a question, but she answered it all the same. "Of course I do."
"Cassie, we need them."
"That bitch tried to kill you, Rick. And now that prick wants to as well. You're not safe."
"Baby..."
"Rick, please."
Her pleas came out as whispers, and Rick wanted to give in. God, he would listen to every wish she had, and he would race to the ends of the earth and back to grant them.
But, this wasn't about him. This wasn't about keeping himself safe. This was about her. Giving her a chance.
These people, they were a chance for her.
He shook his head slightly, the sight causing Casper to let go of his hand and take a step back. She didn't wait for him to speak. She knew he had his mind set. So, she rolled back her shoulders, and just like that, Rick saw all the emotions that had been festering within her wash out. Now, in its place, sat a look of indifference.
A grim smile pulled itself across her face despite her best efforts, "we should figure out an escape plan then."
She brushed past him and peered over the edge of the building as she took in the view. The streets were full of walkers, and there was no way for them to get through.
"God, it's like Times Sqaure down there."
Andrea stood a distance away from her, Jacqui at her side as they peered over the edge. Her voice prompted Morales to ask, "how's that signal?"
"Like Dixon's brain - weak."
Casper couldn't help the snort that escaped her, the sound causing T-Dog to look her way and exchange cautious smiles.
It seemed her amusement of the insult only pissed off Merle even more, "y' think tha's funny, bitch. I'll show you funny when I get outta these cuffs."
The threat caused anger to strike itself through Rick's body. The whole group could see how his shoulders had raised, and his eyes narrowed at the words. His face twisted in silent fury as he turned his way back to Merle, but Casper's words seemed to beat him to it.
"Well, until then I guess your just a bitch on a leash. I'm sure we could find you a treat," Casper faced Merle, leaning her hands on her knees as she bent forward to be level with his eyes, "if you behave. Give us a bark, Merle."
Merle's face turned red in fury, an enraged growl leaving his throat as he tried to control his anger. A sound Casper only used to rile him up more, "good boy."
T-Dog and Glenn couldn't hold their laughs. Even Andrea seemed to be amused by their antics. Casper could see Rick's shoulders shake as he held back his laughter, and when he looked her, she saw how his eyes lit up for a moment.
She was ready to smile back, as though smiling at him had become a second nature. But remembering she was upset with him, she had turned away quickly, missing how his eyes dulled and his delight dwindled in the absence of her's.
The comment had caused Merle to fight against the handcuffs harder, spitting slurs and threats her way as she straightened up to her height, hands in the air in false surrender.
"Okay, Dixon. Chill, before you hurt yourself," as much as she hated to admit it, she did feel a bit of guilt at her words. Even more so at the effect they seemed to have. But it was worth the short-lived satisfaction she had felt, at least that's what she told herself.
She stepped back away from the man who was still frothing at the mouth as he seethed with anger, her movement encouraging the others to follow as they created a larger gap between themselves and the leashed man.
Deciding to change topics, Casper suggested an idea for their escape, "if we can't go through the streets, is it possible to go under? Like, through the sewers?"
Morales spoke up, "hey, Glenn, check the alley. You see any manhole covers?"
"No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are."
Geeks. Walkers.
She still didn't understand why everyone didn't just call them what they were. Zombies. I mean, there's only been like hundreds of movies made about an apocalypse just like this.
It was probably the first time Jacqui spoke up, hoping to provide a useful option, "maybe not. Old building like this built in the twenties. Big structures often had drainage tunneled into the sewers in case of flooding down in the subbasements."
Casper was impressed, "how do you know that?"
"It’s my job – was. I worked in the city zoning office."
If the rest of the group was impressed by the revelation, they didn't let it be known.
At the suggestion, the group decided to make their way back down to the building, Casper doing her best to stay away from Rick as she tried to accept the circumstances of their situation. She couldn't leave him. She didn't want to, so if this was what he thought was best, she would accept it. It would just take time.
She couldn't be mad at him, and even if she was, she could never stay mad at him. There was just some part innate part of her that told her she couldn't stay with this many people. A part of her that knew she didn't do well with people, and she was better off on her own, or even just with Rick.
But she trusts him. So she'll do this, she'll try. For him.
Unbeknownst to her, Glenn and T-Dog had fallen back, their curiosity of the girl causing them to go to the one man they believed to be an expert on her.
Glenn nudged his shoulder against Rick, the action causing him to receive a raised eyebrow in question.
Glenn nodded his head towards Casper's figure, leading the group back to the lower building - "what's her story?"
"I think that's somethin' ya gotta ask her."
Glenn scratched the back of his neck, his head ducked down as he reluctantly admitted, "I would. But I'm also terrified she'll try to stab me."
The confession drew out a soft laugh from Rick, he had also been surprised when she pulled out the knife, her behaviour so different from the girl he knew before that moment.
But in the back of his mind, he liked to think moments like those were when the parts of herself she had lost in that hospital were just trying to make their way back. And whether or not that was the case, he would accept her as she is and beg her to stay regardless of who she turned out to be.
"Well then," it was T-Dog who spoke now, "you said you're here for your family, right?"
Rick nodded.
"So, she's your wife? Who are you guys looking for? Your kid?"
Rick looked at him in surprise before turning towards Glenn, and seeing that, he also looked at him expectantly. The silence only prompted Glenn to continue for his friend, "I mean, it's the way you guys look at each other. And even all the touching, the knife thing with Andrea, the way you guys are always whispering to each other. We're not blind."
Rick could feel a twinge of guilt as Glenn spoke. Here he was so close with his Cassie that these people had mistaken her as his wife.
The darker part of Rick, the part that didn't feel any guilt and begged to lose himself in his desires and escape his morals, felt pride dwell in his heart and delight swirl around lower down. His possessiveness, his protection, his compassion, and her own had convinced them- tricked them that they were one. Husband and wife.
Rick sighed deeply, having the decency to look at least a bit ashamed as he admitted, "I'm looking for my son, and my wife."
If T-Dog and Glen were surprised by the admittance, they kept it to themselves, even then Rick found the sudden urge to defend Casper, to justify his relationship to her, to show that what they were wasn't wrong, it was just different.
A bond forged by the end of times.
"But, Cassie. Cassie helped me, helps me. She got me all the way here, came with me when she didn't have to. She was the first person I found in this world, and when the world is as broken as it is right now? Well, that means something. At least, it does to me. She's important." To me.
They could hear the plea in Rick's voice, for them to understand he wasn't a liar or a cheat, he was just a man who was losing hope and strength and he found that in Casper. Even if she didn't have much herself.
He found it in her honeyed eyes, in the sound of her laughter, in the presence of her warmth, in the feel of her soft hand fitting perfectly into his own calloused palms, in her intoxicating scent, in the way she looked towards him for guidance and support and comfort.
She was an anchor to him in a world that was begging him to lose his mind and give up.
It may not be right, but it was all he had. All he wanted and all he needed, even if he tried to avoid that truth himself.
Rick knew he had to find his family, and he would. He would risk every ounce of his being, sell every fraction of his soul to find them. Carl was his son, his flesh and blood. And Lori, she was the person that knew him inside-out, the person he had loved since high school, and there would always be a part of himself that was attached to her, a connection he could never break. She was the mother of his child.
But there was a growing part of Rick that couldn't fathom the idea of leaving Casper, of leaving her to fend for herself. Maybe that's why he chose to stay with this group, because if he had to face the inevitable decision between his family and her, at least there was a possibility he didn't have to leave her alone.
But he hoped it didn't come to that, his mind roiled in agony at the idea of abandoning her the same way her folks had in that hospital bed. Except this time, there was no forgetting the past.
No, if he had to leave her, he would be haunted by her ghost until the end of his days. And still, he would find himself grateful that he was graced with her presence in some form.
But would she be destroyed? Broken? Or would she thrive without him there?
Rick was desperately avoiding thinking of the upcoming decision he would have to make, but considering how Casper was avoiding him now as she tried to come to terms with one of his decisions already, he wouldn't be able to avoid them much longer.
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