#Outdoors Sex

[takako2024]

Takako’s clothes for fuck.

[grimesgirll]

somewhat obsessed with the idea of wearing rick’s boxers.

it’s like second nature to you. it has to be.

after every time you slid into bed, every time rick and daryl strip you of your own undergarments, every time they fuck you dumb, everytime rick maneuvers you into your position bundled against his chest, you’re wearing a pair of his boxers.

the two had been surprised at first when they found you face down on the bed after a long day in nothing but a tiny tank top and rick’s blue and white striped boxers.

it took everything in them not to pounce on you right then and there. but when you woke up, you were more than happy to fess up to stealing rick’s boxers to wear as shorts.

rick could barely contain himself one afternoon in alexandria. you were taking judith on a wholesome stroll but you were wearing a pair of pale blue boxer shorts with a soft, white long sleeve and one of rick’s white button ups thrown on. later, he had to explain to you that he wasn’t snubbing you when you caught sight of him and tried to wave him over, just trying to keep his zipper from busting.

you had just laughed and quipped that they were the perfect bottoms.

from then on, rick found his boxer shorts going missing; on runs, he’d found you in the men’s underwear section, stripping down to try on a pair of striped ralph lauren boxers. that’s how the two of you ended up sweating and shamelessly blushed out on the cramped car ride home.

the rose painting your countenance couldn’t cease because you knew you smelled like sex. rick too. from the creamy ring you’d left around his cock as he lifted you off of him and onto the mahogany sales table, you knew you two had overdone it. with the wide block of time you had today to secure supplies, rick felt free to fuck your pussy twice, filling you up enough to have you seen stars on the sales floor.

all because you’d styled his underwear as shorts.

daryl teases his friend about it.

“can’t even wake up without seein’ her in ‘em and gettin’ hard.”

daryl’s a hypocrite however.

even the woodsman isn’t immune to your figure in those boyish bottoms.

it’s twenty-five minutes into your small game hunt when daryl’s hands are in your boxers. you had actually wanted to catch a rabbit or some quail, but once your boyfriend’s fingers are between your folds, you can’t find the will to complain.

the two of you start with him holding you against a hemlock, arms wrapping around you while he fingers you nice and slow, boxers down around your ankles. as he massages your plush walls, daryl counts how casual you are about going commando as one of his blessings.

then it turns. then suddenly there’s a pine needle in your mouth. you spit the green thing out and try to brace yourself against the forest floor. it had happened so fast; his tongue tag teaming you with his fingers to crack you open like a safe in record time. then you were face down with nothing but a denim jacket quickly strewn beneath you.

you love when he or rick spring this kinda thing on you - it’s spontaneous, wild, a little risky in all the right ways. yes, most nights you’d prefer to be rolled up into a blanket burrito with your boys and a glass of wine but the adventures like this really do something for you.

pupils expanded, your chest is heavy when daryl’s the first to come out of your post-romp fog and collect your boxers. your legs are still shaking when the fabric touches your skin.

“daryl!”

you’d protested when the man began to pull up your boxer briefs. full of his cum, you want to clean up before you soil your bottoms but daryl disregards the swats to his hands. slightly annoyed, you hurried ahead of him through the tract of woods back towards alexandria. it’s fine. he just enjoyed the view of your ass.

complaints crawl out of your mouth as soon as you’re in the door and you’re haphazardly hanging your rifle on the wall. daryl brings in the rear behind you while you’re stomping up the stairs to rick.

your chocolate curled lover is taking off his watch, ready to drop it into the ceramic dish on the dresser when you appear next him, shimmying down your bottoms in a huff.

“hey, darlin’,” he greets, expecting more than a scowl from you.

“hey,” you reply curtly, face still in a pout.

“-make sure you don’t take off those boxers, baby-,” daryl stops dead in his tracks at the sight of your bared pussy in the bedroom lamplight. rick’s also taking it in, eyes trailing from your waist to the trimmed bush, and the puffy pink pussy peeking out, now leaking with daryl’s sticky cum.

you bend over to pick up the soiled shorts. “you’re not the only one who likes these,” you point out.

blue eyes narrow. but before he can give you any lip, you’re giving him not one, but both of yours. smashed against your mouth, rick’s tongue delves between those pillowy lips while walking you towards the bed where daryl’s waiting to situate you on his lap once more. daryl’s antics weren’t enough to turn off the blazing furnace between your legs. no, your temper can handle a few more rounds. it’s not hard when your mind paces back to the eye rolling, all consuming inferno that had cyclones through your core.

they trap you in a kiss. sandwiched between both of their hard ons, you’re shifting and grinding in each direction.

“thought you were pissed off with me,” daryl breathes into your ear, fingertips skimming your waist.

you snort, leaning back into him to grant full access to your bared neck. without hesitation, he’s licking a wicked pattern up the column of your neck. “dare’,” you sigh. gasp after gasp, you melt into his touch.

daryl’s hands are beneath the fat of your rear already and all of the sudden, one of rick’s fingers has snaked its way down to your clit. the fervid flicking against your ardor flush tissue culls any anger you could have towards the two men. you can’t even think about holding a grudge once rick gets a finger into you. at two fingers, daryl’s kissing you with the ferocity of a wildfire. three fingers inside of you and you’re babbling;

“rick, faster, please.”

“what was that?”

“please - faster, can you please?”

the grin on his face is as wide as the pacific. his lips turn upwards into a sly smile. “you want somethin’ a little faster, darlin’?” you shake your head as if it’s obvious. he hmmphs. “you oughta’ sit on daryl’s cock.”

you can’t imagine a world where that’s an unpopular idea.

back onto daryl you go.

those hands at your hips come in handy; daryl raises you a few inches once rick’s removed his fingers. eyes focused on rick and the way his mouth closes around one pruning finger. sucking it clean while daryl’s tip brushes your slick entrance. any yearning radiating off of you can’t be hidden. that kind of heat and wetness down between your thighs is no lie.

so a hiss is to be expected when the muscled man wiggles his way into you. rick is saving a mental image of you - adjusting to the familiar stretch of daryl. your blush doesn’t ease once daryl works another half inch inside.

one moment you’re trying to process daryl’s cock as it’s suddenly seated in you to the hilt. the next rick catches your gaze again. this time he’s doing more than teasing you, taking advantage of your parted lips to invade with his tongue.

“rick,” you mumble against his lips.

“you gettin’ close, angel?”

“should feel ‘er,” daryl rasps. with each thrust of his you’re clinging to rick. “so fuckin’ tight like you didn’t get this perfect pussy fucked in the woods.”

“that’s where you guys went?”

your mischevious grin is hidden in the crook of rick’s necks. the telltale tightening around daryl’s length is all consuming. your grin turns into an open “o” shape when daryl drags across your cervix. sensations from your convulsing core are consuming him too.

that same lust from the woods washes over daryl like the tide and you’re the moon, pulling him in and leading him to crash into you. usually this is rick’s wheelhouse, but one glance into daryl’s darkened pupils and you’re ripped from rick. on top of daryl’s lap, you’re wrapped in his arms, bouncing up and down on the rock hard cock beneath you. he sets the pace while you can only claw at his chest. he returns the favor and reaches forward to palm your tit, relishing in your sweet moans when he rolls a hardened bud between two fingers.

riding him on the bed is such a break for your knees compared to the forest floor. gyrating your hips activates not only the core that keeps you fit but the molten hot bundle of nerves at your core. daryl ruts against you deliciously to deliver just the perfect level of pressure.

rick can’t help but be bewitched at everything unfolding on the surface of the mattress. daryl’s length disappears inside out of you, reappearing with each erratic movement of your hips. there’s no reason to be jealous but if looks could kill, daryl’d be dead simply for the privilege of burying himself inside those heavenly walls.

meanwhile, heat bursts down below like a mini neutron star collision within you. forehead cast with sweat, the energy is fading from your movements as you messily move your pelvis to brush against daryl.

a “fuck, baby,” escapes from his lips and you’re done for. and so is he.

shooting into the sheets and collapsing by your side. you’re prepared to slide into daryl’s embrace when there’s suddenly a familiar feeling breaching your bared pussy.

nails dig into your hips and daryl’s back at it again - lapping his tongue up and down your slit. you were thinking that you two would at least catch your breaths but daryl’s taking no breaks. rick isn’t either.

in true rick fashion, he’s tapping your lips with his impressive cock. how can you say no to that?

you open your mouth and moan around his cock once you feel those devious fingers in your hair. it’s like that sense of overwhelm’s been replicated again. tongue against your clit and yours on the underside of rick, you never imagined your afternoon going this way. all this thanks to your little fashion trend.

“princess, your mouth feels amazing.”

you bob your head in appreciation. just like daryl’s taking care of you, you’re taking your time swallowing around the man in your mouth, treating him to the tight embrace of your throat.

“you like gettin’ a cock down your throat while daryl licks you stupid?”

“mhmmm!” you nod forward onto rick.

as soon as your moans reach daryl’s ears, his tongue’s kicking into hyperdrive. goaded by your delightful little whimpers, daryl begins swabbing a vicious pattern across your folds. the redneck alternates between racing over your sopping tissue to flattening that tongue and saddle you with a finger.

“ooommph,” is the only sound that comes out with rick’s steel hard cock down your throat.

spit slick, rick throbs in your mouth. that painful hardness he’s enduring is granted some sweet relief by your hollowed cheeks. you don’t stop there. driven by the lust addled, cock crazy part of your brain, you’re fully sending rick down your airway. breaths come briefly when he lets you up for air or to howl or cry, “dare’!”

right on time, your core is heating up again. the kiln inside of you scorches. neutralizing you, the ecstasy of another orgasm has you nearly folding into your leader. the blue eyed sheriff even leans back, tugging you up by the hair to keep you from actually choking on his cock. daryl’s diligent puckering around all of your important parts is overwhelming you against, a strategic hand on your clit as well.

as if you were all in sync, rick comes in your mouth first, fingers weaving through your gossamer locks while your thighs quake. you gag at first, before swirling your tongue under the twitching cock and swallowing it all. like a good girl.

once rick’s coming undone, daryl continues swirling his tongue around you. your pussy weeps for him. it contracts around his tongue until even rick’s raising his eyebrows at the vulgar slurping sounds filling the room.

“dare’,” you whine.

“gonna’ be a good girl and come all over dare’s tongue?” rick teases.

“yes, please!” you beg, banging a fist against the sheets.

“you gonna’ let daryl taste all of that perfect pussy?”

tears well in your eyes from the overstimulation but you nod as enthusiastically as possible. “pleeaase!”

you don’t have to ask again because you’re too busy arching into your third orgasm of the day. clenching and unclenching, your insides flutter. “ah!”

“so pretty when you come, baby.”

you’re dissolving into rick’s touch as your climax rings through your cunt. starry eyed and panting the pleasure out through your lungs.

you could fall asleep right there. and you do.

it ends as it always does.

following the flush and the lips leaving the surface of your skin, you feel a familiar fabric traveling up your thighs and double kisses mandating that nap that had been on your mind. the bed and the cozy comfort of sleep swallows you whole. rick too. he can never get close enough, not when you’re wearing his boxers.

[deafarcher]

"You're a wild man, you know that?"

"Why do you say that?"

@icouldkillyouwiththistray

[amberaesthetic101]

1, 2, or 3?

[lovelyrots]

Pretty Girl

Hawks x Fem!Reader x Miruko

Your new masters were oh so affectionate with you, nothing at all like your previous owners. They reward you when you present without a fuss, they ensure you’re fed only the best food and cream, and you get taken out to the massive backyard for some outdoor exercise. What more could a good pet ask for?

Content Warnings - hybrid au, outdoor sex, pet play? (I guess), sex toys, heat cycle (no A/B/O though), threesome

You tremble in excitement as you spy your masters walking to the door, your breath fogging the glass in front of you before you take off to sit at the door.

“Welcome home!” You belt out as soon as the door opens with a big grin on your face. “Hey sweet girl.” Keigo, the sweeter one of your owners, rubs your head as he walks past you. “Aw, did you miss us?” Rumi knelt down to your level and started to pet your head, her hand moving down your body with light touches while you nod and push your body closer to her.

“Were you a good girl today? Kept Daddy’s cum in?” She asks and you vigorously nod and tremble as her hand slides down to toy with the plug she’d put in before they left you this morning. You let out a whine and attempt to lean on her before you catch yourself and sit up straight again.

“Such a good girl. Let Mommy go clean up and we’ll all go in the backyard.” She stands and you can’t help but let your ears flatten as you watch her walk away.

You pad over to wait by the huge glass door to the backyard, they’ll be a while.

This was by far, your favorite home with your favorite owners so you didn’t want to do something to upset them. They had saved you from your last home, a place that was so cold and cramped that just your cage here looked massive in comparison.

You sometimes have nightmares of your previous owners. Their cold hands pinching and prodding you, forcing you to mate with their other pets, some kicking you until you wake up gasping for air and scaring Rumi and Keigo awake.

That’s why you didn’t put up a fuss whenever they wanted you to do something, why you waited with baited breath until they came home from wherever it is they go, why you listen to and hang onto their every word and praise.

They were the warmest and most loving of all your previous owners.

“Where’s my sweet girl?” Keigo calls from down the hall and you perk up, your tail wags behind you and unintentionally whacks into the glass behind you. “There she is! Are you ready to go out? Have some fun with us?” He asks as his hands stroke your ears, sending tingles up and down your body.

You nod and lean into his touch, your thighs clenching together in anticipation. “Let’s go!” He stands and throws the door open, watching you hurry out and to the chairs the two always lounge on when you all come outside.

“C’mere girl! We’ve got something else planned!” Keigo calls to you as Rumi strolls pat him with a large blanket tucked under her arm, only stopping at a patch of grass where the wild flowers aren’t growing and conveniently in perfect view of the security camera above the glass door.

You trot over just as the blanket is spread out and Rumi sighs as she lays down and stretches out. “You’ve been such a good girl for us, haven’t you?” Keigo comes up behind you and lavishes you in praise and gentle head pats. “You deserve a treat for being such a good girl.” Your head swivels from looking up at Keigo to stare at Rumi as she bunches her skirt up and calls you over, a manicured finger curling in your direction.

Obediently, you move closer and let her soft hands guide you until your nose was pressed against her covered slit. “Beg for your treat.” She presses your face into her, her scent and something just as familiar flooding your brain, before letting go and watching you take a few deep breaths in and then laughs as you whine and look up at her.

“Please, may I?” You pant and lean forward, your tongue lulling out the side of your mouth and your skin warming at the prospect of enjoying her. “Good girl.” You keen at her praise and wait with baited breath as she peels her panties off, that sweet yet musky scent hitting you in full force and your tail wags even more when you notice the small globs of cream leaking from her lower lips.

A sound between a whine and a bark leaves you as you all but dive face first into her glistening snatch. Your tongue deftly licks up the mixed juices from both of your owners while your nose bumps into her clit each time you fruitlessly try to bury more of your face into her.

“Easy girl, I’m not going anywhere.” Nails trail across the back of your head and a shiver rolls through you while you whine and try to slow down. “Present.” At Keigo’s command you raise your ass and spread your legs, giving him clear access to your plugged hole, just as you’ve been taught to when that order is given.

“Ru, you kept her plugged up? My poor baby is probably all pent up.” Keigo whines at Rumi and you can’t help but look back at him when you hear his belt buckle chingling. “Finish your treat, princess.” She gets your attention and you manage to tear your eyes away from Keigo’s hands working at freeing his cock to go back to licking and slurping at her cunt. “Of course I did, how could I not when she didn’t want off of you this morning? If I didn’t shove that plug in her then we would’ve been late to the shoot. If we left the house at all.”

“Nope, you could’ve left and I could’ve stayed with her. It’s a sensitive time for her after all.” Finally you feel his hand tugging at that infernal toy until it pops free and your hole clenches around each inch as it’s pulled free from you. A sigh leaves you at the relieved pressure from having that thing in for so long, constantly pressing against your sensitive walls with each movement.

“Look at my pretty girl, so wet and ready for me. You’re not even letting a single drop run out, such a good girl for us.” Keigo’s hands stroke along your back as he rains praises upon you, spurring you to more energetically tongue Rumi’s pussy. You had been so diligent that not a single drop of his cum was visible, just your saliva and her delicious honey.

“Yeah, she’s such a goood girl.” Rumi moans and grips your hair before letting go and soothingly rubbing your head. You whimper and try to push back when you feel something prodding at your hole, but the hands on your hips keep you still. Rumi groans at the vibrations of your moaning and whining as Keigo’s cock slowly works it’s way in.

“Keep going, princess, just focus on me.” Rumi’s hands move up to your furred ears and runs her thumbs over the soft fur as you start to lick and suck on her clit, giving your tongue a small reprieve.

You can’t help but go lax as Keigo finally sheathes himself fully, filling you more than any toy ever could. You pull your face from Rumi’s pussy, your chin coated in her juices, to lightly rest your head on her upper thigh as you pant and whine at Keigo’s inactivity.

“Ah, bad girl, finish your treat.” Keigo tuts and carefully grabs your tail as he gives a light thrust into your warmth. You yelp and let out a low whine before doing as told, your reward for listening being Keigo’s cock being dragged out and thrusted back in faster while he keeps your tail gripped in his hand-practically yanking you back to meet him with each thrust.

“Quit, hah, yankin on her tail Keigo!” Rumi snaps at him between her own moans and Keigo lets out a groan before you feel him let go of your tail and instead feel his hand groping your ass. “You’re no fucking fun Ru. She likes the pain, don’t you girl?” You moan and look up at Rumi while trying to nod, if only to appease Keigo more.

“See? Our pup is a bit of a pain princess.” You whine as he rolls into you a bit harder, enough to bump your nose into Rumi’s clit and have her moan even louder. “S-still, I don’t want you pulling on her tail when she has a s-show coming, oh fuuck, coming up.” You hear him sigh and the subject seems to be dropped, however your attention is caught by that magic word and you perk up. “Show?” You mumble from between her legs while your tail is wagging and brushing against Keigo’s stomach.

“Uh oh, you said the word.” He chuckles and Rumi lets out a groan before petting your head and directs you back to licking at her lips. “Later, and only if you keep being a good girl.” Your ears droop and you let out a huff as you suck at her clit, reveling in her shudder.

Moments later she’s arching her back and unintentionally clamping her thighs around your head as your tongue darts in and out of her spasming hole, thoroughly soaking your face while Keigo’s frantic humping has your nose bumping into her clit again.

Your own clit is being toyed with by one of Keigo’s hands and is driving you closer to your own release. You can almost taste it, that sweet rush of bliss that tells your body you’ve been thoroughly bred and calms the heat sitting under your skin.

Rumi unclenches her thighs and cradles your head onto her thigh as your body is rocked back and forth from Keigo. “You did such a good job for me princess. Now let Daddy breed you like the pretty puppy you are.” You nod and whimper as she praises you with her words and touch, her nails scratching that spot behind your ears before moving down your neck and down to your breasts to tease your hardened nips.

“Yeah, you’re being such a good puppy. So tight and hot, such a good puppy cunt, best girl ever.” Keigo rambles and pushes you down until your chest is pressed flat against the blanketed ground. A whine bubbles up in your throat, both from pleasure from the new angle that lets him reach you so much deeper and from the smacking of his hips against your ass.

Your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth drops open as you finally climax, the world turning into a dull buzz while your body tightens up and then goes lax while Keigo uses you like a fleshlight to chase his own end.

“Oh fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum. Gonna cum in his puppy girl’s cunt, fill it with more puppies, all for his good girl.” He rambles on and whines before stuttering to a stop and you can feel his cum fill you like a fucked out cream puff. He all but collapses on top of you, Rumi being the only reason he doesn’t squash you as she holds him from behind.

“I think it’s time for our pretty puppy to nap, why don’t you join her while I go get lunch ready?” Rumi presses a kiss to Keigo’s cheek and lowers him onto you and helps him roll you two onto your sides. “M’kay, can you get me one of my coffees?” She sighs but you can just barely see her nodding before walking off and leaving you two to nap in the warm sunshine.

[sp0rewh0re]

happy belated earth dayyyy !!

kinda wanna film a scene here 👀

[mrcomplexity68]

Happy Easter Everyone!

[spoopy-moose]

it didn’t turn out quite how I wanted but here is some yuileva after dark

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[digenerate-trash]

I REQUIRE DOB YAN BAILEY HUNTING … with pc or something idk I am just here - 📖🎭

AMAV Bailey | GN PC

Bailey hates himself. He hates himself for lying. He hates himself for trying to impress you but mostly he hates himself for packing so much garbage on this one night out into the woods. Mainly the heavy rifle that hangs off his shoulder. He hates guns. They're so... impersonal. Usually, he likes to get up close with his preferred prey. But instead, he's hiking up a trail with you in the woods trying to track down a deer or some shit.

"Have you ever seen a bear out here?" You ask. But Bailey doesn't know how to answer. He's not really that good at hunting animals. But he lied to you and now he has to live out his lie.

"Sure-" he lies continuing up the trail. His chest heaves a bit with every breath. Maybe smoking every day and eating nothing but red meat and potatoes wasn't such a good idea...

Once you reach the top of the trail Bailey throws his bag down. He just wanted to cover his ass. Maybe see you naked in a river or something but right now none of that appealed to him as he sat down in the dirt and lit up a cigarette. He considered telling you everything. That he never hunted outside town. That he hadn't tasted beef or pig in decades. That he hurt countless naive people just like you. Or that he had done to you specifically... that he was still doing... And lastly, he was a cannibal. He craved flesh like water.

But as you sat down next to him he let that idea fade. It was just one night in the woods... just one. And he could tough it out for you.

You lean into him slightly soft and warm... Bailey can't seem to help himself as he pulls you into his lap instead. He leans against a tree and presses you firmly down keeping your hips pressed into his.

He doesn't know why but thanks to you he's got a lot of his energy back. Suddenly it's like he's in his twenties again. You can feel him get hard against you. You know what this means.

Bailey seems to be determined to fold you over wherever you two end up. The kitchen is his office. The hall one time. Bailey just can't seem to resist.

He pulls your waistband down exposing you to the outside air. It's slightly chilled but when Bailey undoes his belt and sticks his throbbing cock in you don't seem to mind the cold too much.

Bailey keeps you pressed into him tightly. Every once and a while he'll move your hips or thrust into you quickly. But mostly he keeps you still and enjoys the sounds of the outside keeping an arm around your waist as he smokes.

He likes you like this. Compliant and happy, you have no idea how dangerous Bailey is. Bailey rests a hand on your stomach his nails digging in. He loves your body. And how pretty you are. At first, he considered killing you. But that thought had slowly slipped away. Instead, now he wants a family with you... he wants a legacy that you'll help make. Just the thought of it is getting him riled up a bit and he grips your hips before thrusting into you roughly very suddenly. You're used to this kinda treatment by now.

Bailey is spontaneous. He'll do what he wants when he wants and the only way to get used to it is just to accept it.

Bailey pins your arms down to the dirt leaning over you and rutting in like an animal. You squirm a bit but you're mostly panting and moaning under him as he does. He's hitting everything right.

Bailey eventually grabs you by the back of the neck and presses you down further his hips slapping against your backside. He growls at you before leaning down and biting into your shoulder.

You know you're starting to bleed but you can't even focus on that as you start to cum. Bailey doesn't stop. He keeps pounding into you making you feel every rough thrust.

Eventually, he yanks your hips flush against his own as he finally cums. You can feel his seed coating your insides.

Soon after he pulls out before he pulls back up your clothes redressing you.

He sets up a fire and a tent while you lay there trying to recover. Before you're fully back to your normal self Bailey comes over and picks you up bringing you to the tent and tucking you in.

Bailey knows you're tired after all that. And it's best to let you sleep it off. And who knows? Maybe if he can fuck you again tonight he won't even have to go hunting tomorrow