#Rick Drabble

[sinsandsweetness]

season 5 scary beard rick getting sweet, hyperfem reader on her knees for him, and her just looking up all sweet and obedient and docile, just about ready to do anything for him I FEEL LIKE ITD DRIVE HIM WILDDDD

“Are you okay?” She whispers as he tugs her behind the barn. Neither of them wanting to attract any attention from the potential threats out in the woods.

“Just need your help with something, princess,” his mouth starts trailing down her neck as he pushes her up against the barn. Rough wood with the threat of a splinter catches on her sweater. It’s stretched out collar falls off her shoulder and grants him even more access to her neck. Nipping lightly at her collarbone.

“With what?”

He doesn’t answer, tilting his head up, he catches her lips and grabs her hand, placing it against the front of his jeans. Tall and hard under the dark denim, she gets the hint almost immediately.

It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees. So obedient. The very impractical mini skirt she wears is riding up above her hips and the sight of her soft bare skin drives him wild. He’s thankful that her pretty lace panties are only shown to the wood siding of the barn and not the forest behind them. He holds one arm up against the wall for support, doubling as an unintentional shield to their intimate act. His fingers lace with her unruly locks, guiding her close enough to kiss him through his boxers.

“Atta girl,” he says as her fingers trace at his waistband. The site in front of him nearly catches him in a trance. She’s so pretty like this. All wide eyed and willing.

He urges her on, “You know what to do.”

[interloved]

dilf!rick grimes with age gap

description box: rick knows it’s wrong, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

warnings: slight nsfw warning, mostly a drabble , prison!era

RICK THINKS IT’S SO CUTE actually, this little crush you have on him. it’s so obvious by the way you’re always looking for him when you enter a room, or the way you always giggle at his jokes—they’re rarely actually funny but you seem to think they are—and the way you always puff your chest a little when he’s there, as if you’re trying to get his attention.

and he lets you. lets you indulge your little fantasies. lets you follow him around. lets you cling to his arm.

he knows he probably should put an end to it—for god’s sake, you’re half his age! he could be your father! but you’re such a pretty, young thing; such an emotional and sensitive soul and so dependent on him, you’re as cute as a button and he just can’t bring himself to.

you’re a crybaby. so sweet. can’t get anything done without him, but rick secretly likes it, he likes the way you need him to do simple things for you like opening a bottle. he’ll flex his arms while he’s doing it and watch you almost drool over his arm muscles. it’s so adorable, really, he thinks.

or when you need help reaching something high in the shelf. he’ll grind up against you, hand on your waist, as he reaches up. he loves the way your breath hitches nervously and the way your frame almost disappears in comparison to his height.

sometimes you’ll even fake problems. you’re not even trying to open that box, you just straight up make your way to rick, demanding he opens this box for you. you think you’re so clever; that he doesn’t notice, but he does.

you make him feel like he’s young again. like he’s twenty years old and still desirable. rick knows you think otherwise, by god you’ve made that obvious. he could’ve taken you right there at the shelf and he knows you would’ve let him, would’ve let him do unspeakable things to your body, would’ve let him have you. but he didn’t. because he has a ring on his finger. because he has a son. because he has a daughter. and although he doesn’t have a wife anymore, he restricts himself from any kind of contact this way.

but right now, he somehow doesn’t seem to care, not when he has you like this—legs propped up over his shoulders, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, tears and runny mascara on your cheeks and marks all over your neck and chest.

he loves it when you’re like this. so unravelled. so messy. so pretty.

and he can’t help himself—he just has to have you.

[miawastaken]

Thinking about how Annabeth and Percy’s anniversary would be the most chaotic thing ever. Like Percy would go all out right? Everyone would know this man is PANICKING. He’d pull out all the stops. Like him and Grover would be running around all day setting things up. Leo would be giving live commentary on the whole thing like “And Jackson denies yet ANOTHER bouquet of flowers. Seems no type of flowers are right for his wise girl.” Piper would have a whole ass Pinterest board for this shit which would actually help and it makes Percy get Annabeth a book bouquet. Like a regular bouquet but books instead of flowers. He’d be so worried he forgot he was going to make her dinner and then he’d be rushing last minute to Will or someone being like “WHERE THE FUCKS THE FOOD?”

Anyway Annabeth would show up having disappeared the whole day because she was secretly freaking the fuck out over what to get him. She got him a bunch of handmade stuff. Like a scrapbook full of pictures from every single day (Piper helped with that one because she’s the #1 percabeth shipper) also a deck of blue playing cards and each card had something she loved about him.

In conclusion Percabeth is the most wholesome best ship in PJO because Annabeth and Percy are each others world and they’re just great in general.

[agnireed]

THINGS UNSAID

summary 🏹 others notice what you and daryl feel for eachother but it takes longer for the connection to reach the two of you.

word count 🏹 4.8k

warnings 🏹 large age gap, side character POVs at the start, smut lol

thanks to @irisdixon1023 for the fun idea! hope i did it justice even if i changed somethings

There were plenty of events that you had found yourself in the background of throughout the apocalypse. 

You’d had to put things together at the drop of an eye because there were some questions you just didn’t ask. You didn’t need to be told the new man approaching camp was Carl’s father, evident enough by the way his mouth dropped open and Lori’s eyes flashed with hot fear and betrayal.

That unfolded in your mind exactly the same way as when you saw Shane come back from the woods with a busted nose and a manic look so intense it almost took your breath away, something cold and knowing settling in your gut but not quite strong enough for you to accuse him of planning anything. 

You never put much thought into how you might come across to somebody just observing new people you’ve met on the road that might be making their own judgements on you. The end of the world had brought one relief and that was from the constant thought about your own presentation and what a stranger might think of you. 

These already drawn conclusions were exactly the reason you were so confused with yourself for being so absorbed with why the red headed man kept glancing in your direction.

Truthly Abraham had never been somebody who bothered sugarcoating his words and pretending to be something he was not and that included being the type of person who was extremely curious about a certain dynamic he had seen unfolding in front of him.

He had only spent a few hours with you in the train car but he had managed to make a damn near solid case if he did say so himself and he was juggling with how much it was being challenged as soon as a few more bodies were thrown into the mix.

Both of you had looked worse for wear when his team found you alongside the gravely road, Glenn barely standing upright as they approached and then fully face planting the asphalt while you stared at him with a look that seemed to be a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

You kept your sentences short and sweet while Glenn was unconscious and you climbed into the back of the large truck but Abraham had a hard time being upset about your lack of manners considering you’d clearly been through hell's asshole before they had arrived. 

His plans continued to be derailed and you proved to be a serious pain in the behind but he had felt strongly enough about his people reading to assume that you were one of two things, either just a bit slow emotionally or completely in love with the man you were traveling with.

Of course he felt only a bit disgruntled when said man actually woke up and spoke only of a loving wife that he clearly would stop at nothing to find in a very large haystack but then that could explain the heartbroken look you wouldn’t stop carrying around.

It made full sense to him that you were in love with a taken man and so desperately that you were willing to risk your life to help him be happy with somebody else so he was now fully offended when he offered this idea to Glenn one night after you’d fallen asleep, just for him to laugh in his face.

Then you had been thrown into the traincar and you suddenly took on a heavy expression of grief, like you had only just now accepted you were not going to find whatever it was that you were looking for. He had figured beforehand that you had lost someone permanently but apparently you had a mission of your own. 

When the doors were opening again, this time he was happy to be an observer.

The two men entering the car looked equally as deadly as you had standing on that road side and ready to go to war for your friend's limp body and he almost pieced together they were a part of your larger group before any of you actually had turned to notice them.

Everybody tensed at the same time and then it felt like the air in the train car suddenly got much lighter. 

You’d barely looked at the bearded man that seemed to automatically capture everybody's attention first, almost like they were waiting for him to give them a command before they even processed he was standing in front of them again.

Your eyes were stuck on someone else entirely and he was happy to finally have some entertainment after being sat next to a mumbling Eugene for far too many hours. 

He didn’t need a lick of guessing to know what type of man the second was and he almost wanted to have his guard farther up if it wasn’t for the young boy beside him, peering around with big scared eyes. (Plus the fact he had come to respect you and the sight of you staring like the rugged man had hung the stars was good enough reason to relax).

The bearded man seemed to finally notice you standing there and he gave you an overwhelmingly fatherlike look, seeming like he wanted to pull you into a hug but deciding against it for reasons Abraham couldn’t quite figure out just yet.

His counterpart didn’t have the same problem and you let out a sob when he finally looked over to you, his entire tense frame melting like a little kid as he stumbled his way through the dark train car so he could fall against you.

You cradled his head like it was the single most important thing in the world and your friends around you seemed like they were suddenly walking on eggshells to avoid disturbing you and making you pull out of the emotional moment. 

First assumption was that you were related in some way but that quickly faded when he noticed the way the man had his hands low on your back, squeezing and pulling you closer and closer like he could feel you slipping through his fingers.

There was nothing overtly romantic about it and certainly not sexual, not with the way you sobbed harder seeing his bruised face and sullen expression, but it definitely was too close for comfort if you were father and daughter adjacent.

Second assumption was gone as fast as it came, absolutely not lovers judging by the way you were quick to stumble out of his grasp as soon as you noticed Maggie and Glenn watching curiously, his hands lingering but eventually having to fall back to his side once you were out of reaching distance.

You made haste to hug the young boy and distract yourself from the blatant showcase of something that most likely was a secret, both to each other and the others but possibly to yourselves.

The man didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time you all sat there devising a plan and you sobbed like a woman scorned when they were throwing flash bangs inside the car before dragging him away, having to send a swift kick to your ribs to get you to let go of his arm.

Abraham observed a scary switch in you now that he was gone again and the small almost fragile girl from before was once again replaced with the silent and constantly armed one, all emotions stripped down to your bare bones until you were left with instinct alone. 

He kept watching your group during the days that followed the fall of Terminus, building up his strongly held opinions on each of them individually and then again in pairs and larger clumps. He couldn’t help the fact that you and Daryl struck his interest, boredom taking over for the most part although Rostia had told him he needed to get a better hobby.

It was impossible not to wonder now that he knew more about the two of you, although he’d yet to speak to your male counterpart. There was a large part of him that figured it wouldn’t end too pleasantly and he was halfway busy with sucking up to you all so you’d accompany him to the end of the line for Eugene and the cure.

So he didn’t pick a fight with the archer although he wasn’t sure you would have allowed it anyways.

You were small in size but he had managed to get a few glimpses of what you could do with rage and a blunt wooden stick alone back at Terminus so he wasn’t particularly interested in seeing how you fared with a knife

You were constantly next to Daryl and it was almost a foreign sight to see one of you without the other, a strange feeling settling over anyone whenever you’d wander in alone or the rare times he went hunting without you.

There was a glint in your eye whenever somebody talked to you, like you were ready to pounce on your own family members if you needed to just to keep the man next to you safe at all cost. He was halfway to asking Maggie if you had been like that before you were separated or if it was a new adjustment but he decided against it when he saw her fondly holding Rick’s baby.

He was finding it a bit ridiculous that there were so many moving parts in your poorly oiled machine yet it was running smoothly and, not only that, but you actually seemed to love and care about each other beyond means of survival.

Abraham decided it wasn’t any of his business anymore as soon as he ruled you and Daryl off the list of potential people who would come along on his mission, pushing you to the back of his mind to will off any distractions.

_____

Maggie had always known there was something lingering deep in you for the older man but she was quickly realizing she didn’t know the half of it apparently because the way you gripped onto him for dear life was extremely telling.

She was already surprised enough that you had practically leapt into his arms but what really struck her was how willing he was to fold over into you and meet your sobs with cries of his own.

She knew Daryl was more than what he looked like, more than what he even said most of the time but that still didn’t mean he was ever this open and vulnerable around any of them before. Even Rick sent her a thrown off look that she fought hard in the few seconds it lasted to try and understand.

Your mood had been sour for the time it took you all to find Terminus after reuniting her and Glenn but there were a thousand things she would’ve guessed as the cause of it before assuming you were mourning Daryl Dixon.

Maybe she had been blinded by her own worries and the blossoming of her love so she didn’t pay attention to the signs or maybe they were just new but they were impossible to ignore now although every one seemed to be trying their very best.

Did he always hand you your portion of food first, followed by sneaking bites of his own onto your plate when you both pretended you weren’t watching him do it?

Had it always been almost instinct that you would fall asleep next to each other, never touching but close enough to touch if you ever just reached out? She was thinking now that she wasn’t sure you slept the entire time you spent on the tracks, always awake on a watch shift when she drifted off and staring into the dying fire by the time she opened her eyes again.

Yet you seemed to have no problem drifting off with your head on Daryl’s shoulder.

When did Daryl stop flinching under your touch and since when were you so touchy anyways? Your hands were almost constantly rubbing up and down his arm or holding onto his wrist like you were stopping him from leaving except he didn’t seem to ever be going anywhere, not from you at least.

She wondered if you always looked so calm and gentle when peering up at him or if that was also a new development. She couldn’t read his gaze back down on you and she wasn’t really sure she wanted to, feeling guilty about her silent spying.

Glenn told her that it wasn’t a big deal and everybody people watched but he also denied seeing anything between the two of you so either he was lying to make her feel better or he simply wasn’t watching hard enough. 

There wasn’t anything wrong with the age difference in her mind but she still occasionally caught Rick sending the two of you glances and she almost hoped it was just his fatherly urge to protect you like he always had.

_____

You could tell something had changed between you and Daryl but you weren’t too focused on defining whatever it was. 

He had always been the number one person you paid attention to and you couldn’t stop thinking about him your entire stay at the prison but the pain of losing him and thinking it was for forever was clearly the push you needed to never let him forget this again, even though you hadn’t told him directly.

There was no way he didn’t know how you felt when you stared into his eyes and kept your hand on his chest, whispering lowly how happy you were for him to be back with you. He would have to truly be the dimmest person in the world to think your reaction to seeing him again was just a fluke or you not thinking straight. 

Daryl must be aware of how you feel because you don’t think he would risk treating you the way he did if he didn’t.

He was sweet to you and doted on you like you were already lovers and his favoritism was apparent to anybody who paid attention for more than a few minutes. He remained as gruff and abrasive as always but he let you brush the hair from his face and his tone sounded far sweeter aimed towards you.

You knew he had feelings for you and you also knew he wouldn’t let you in on that secret unless he suspected you felt similarly.

“Couldn’t even breathe.” You had found yourself outside the stuffy church together again, somewhere just off in the treeline and leaning against a thick tree stump.

His back was pressed into the bark but your own was against his chest, sat on the drying leaves between his spread legs and laying back on him, his hands resting skillfully next to your thighs so he wasn’t touching you too directly.

“Hm?” His hum was low and sweet and you noted that he sounded like he was drifting off to sleep, a light smile on your face at his abandoned defensive walls even though the topic of conversation was rather heavy.

“I pictured them all going one way or another but not you, never ever you.” You picked one of his hands off the ground so you could hold it in your own, resting in the air above your stomach as you smoothed over his rough calloused skin and traced shapes on his palm.

He said nothing when you sighed and relaxed your limbs again, this time with his hand landing on your stomach and being enclosed by yours so he couldn’t remove it so easily. You could feel his heartbeat pick up on your back and your mouth turned up with fondness. 

You didn’t need him to remind you for the hundredth time that he hadn’t gone anywhere and he was still right here with you but it was still nice to hear him grumble it in his low voice, almost a shy whisper that you had to preen to hear.

Daryl may have needed to actually feel the effect of your death before he started to slowly showcase his affectionate side but you thought it was well worth the wait, feeling beyond grateful that he hadn’t pulled away from your clinginess yet.

You figured it would just be a few days of needing him close to process that he wasn’t gone after first losing him in the smoke of the prison and then watching him get ripped away in a similar fog as soon as you had him back finally but days turned into weeks and you were still trying to find a way to silence the ache.

His heart was only picking up in speed when you were using your hand to move his slowly, so slow you could barely tell it was going anywhere at all. You pushed it until his pinky finger was under the button of your small jean shorts and you paused when you heard his breath stutter.

Part of you wanted to turn back and check his expression, make sure this was something that he wanted but you couldn’t gather the courage. Instead you sat there with your hands like that and you felt a jolt of electricity when he was moving his hand on his own.

You didn’t let it get far, barely brushing the hem of your underwear before you were swiftly sitting up in a way that clearly startled him.

He didn’t have long to overthink and wonder if he had misread the situation because now you were on your knees in between his spread legs, as close as you could get and swaying forward like you were going to lay on his chest again.

The reality was much different than he expected and lifetimes better, your lips slotting against his and automatically drawing a high pitched sound from you. There had been countless times Daryl wondered what you sounded like and the knowledge was seering itself into his brain now, longing to bring more out of you.

Your hands were on his face and you were scrambling forward so you could be sat in his lap, legs on either side of his waist as you desperately leaned into the kiss. He was easily matching your pace and you felt an overwhelming heat when you heard him groan into your mouth.

“Daryl.” The sound of his name in that tone was enough to make anybody insane and his hands on your body proved it, one hand on your lower back but the other directly touching those godforsaken jean shorts you wore.

They were poor excuses for fabric and there had been a dozen times when you'd bent over in front of him long enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties underneath, long enough for him to run a hand over his face and disappear into the guard tower for a few hours.

Now there was no reason to pretend he wasn’t looking at you, wasn’t running his rough hands over your perfectly smooth and innocent body. That seemed to be the only innocent thing about you considering your hips were starting to rock in his lap, just slow enough to make his head spin dangerously.

His big hands were both cupping your ass now and helping you move against him, loving the way you could barely kiss him as you struggled to hold your whines in.

“Feels so good.” You sounded absolutely pathetic and wrecked and he knew right then and there that he was truly perverted, grunting into your open mouth and thrusting his hips up to make you really feel him against your sensitive core. One of your hands had been running through his hair and you tugged at the feeling, crying out in surprise. 

“Cmon sweetheart.” His voice was so low and raspy, vibrations going straight to your core and making you rock harder against him. 

Your lips were swollen and wet when you moved them from his mouth down to his jaw, sucking and biting the skin wherever you could and making sure he was grunting straight into your ear so you could commit the sounds to memory.

He barely flinched when you sat up to pull your tank top off, a bit too hasty considering it was getting stuck on your arms for a second and he had to help you, eyes hazy when your head finally emerged and he could really look at you.

You felt touched that he watched your eyes for a few heavy breaths before he even bothered to let his gaze move down to your bare chest, rising and falling with your nipples standing at attention off his stare alone. His hands weren't wasting any time before gently cupping your soft mounds and your mouth parted in another high whine at the feeling.

Hips moving slower but still just as addicting, you were letting him worship your tits and really take his time memorizing the way your body looked on top of his like this.

Daryl had pictured you in a hundred scenarios that brought shame to his core and sometimes the disgust was enough to bury it back down but more often than not, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted this no matter how wrong it may be.

“No idea how much I thought about these hands.” Your voice was the highest pitch he’d ever heard and you were softly stuttering through your words like you’d forgotten where to place them, hand back in his hair and trying to be sly with the way you were moving his head downwards. “This mouth.. f-fuck.”

He may not be the most experienced, certainly not with girls as young and pretty as you but Daryl wasn’t as idiot. It was almost second nature to wrap his mouth around your nipple once he understood that’s what you were silently asking for, his entire arm wrapping around your back to keep you locked in place.

His muscles flexed when you made an extra loud sound and you suddenly remembered just how strong he really was, capable of really doing some damage to you right now if he decided that’s what he wanted. The thought sent heat further through you and you gasped out his name in repeated cries.

You were fully humping against him now and trying to get as much pressure on your core as you could but he was firm in his hold on your middle, practically making out with your tits in a way that was so lewd and filthy you felt lightheaded.

“I need more.” You were desperate now and on the verge of a sob, yanking on his hair impatiently and immediately diving into a nasty kiss the second he lifted his head to glare at you. Your tongue was so deep in his mouth he was able to fully suck on it, low sounds leaving him constantly now. 

You hadn’t even realized you were falling until you hit the ground with his heavy frame falling over you, spreading your legs so he could slot himself between them easily.

“F-fuck you’re so hard.” You knew you sounded beyond fucked out already just from some dirty kissing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. Although you clearly didn’t need to considering you weren’t at all exaggerating and Daryl was fully hard and moving his core against yours like he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Pretty little thing.” His lack of vocalization didn’t bother you, not expecting it from him in the first place but you were almost grateful for his silence because it made every word he did say sound so much sweeter. 

Daryl had never complimented you so directly before and it sounded ridiculous to flush over him calling you pretty while you were laying in the leaves, bare chest out and his hard on rubbing against you but it still made your body warm in a much purer heat than the rest of your body.

He did everything in his life with an aged roughness you had realized a long time ago, hands weapons even when he didn’t mean for them to be and even when it ate him up inside afterwards so you felt particularly touched that he had a gentle grasp on your ribs and hip like he was terrified of hurting you. 

Although the thought of him hurting you did light something deep inside of you on fire but you decided to push that away and deal with it another time, slowing down your kisses once he started to fidget with the button and zipper on your shorts.

It was quick to go from dirty to romantic and you were grateful for the change even though you enjoyed the former just as much, the longing in your heart for a real sign that he felt similarly being slightly fulfilled when he was moving a hand to cup your cheek and really pay attention to the softer kiss.

 

You could tell he found amusement in his own patience bringing forth the opposite in you, a whiny annoyed noise leaving you as you started to tug at his belt impatiently and try to get him to resume what he was doing before you distracted him.

“Take it easy girl.” He was so close and the whispered words, light and affectionate enough that you almost forgot how lewd you were currently, made your eyes widened as you stared up at him hovering over you.

 

He made eye contact with you for only a brief second before he was looking away and you could see a heavy shyness in him that was directly opposite to the way he was pulling your shorts down your thighs and touching you before you’d even felt the wet air on your core.

Your breath caught in your throat and you wrapped your hands around his back, resting on his shoulder blades and you knew his vest would have the shape of your fingernails indented in the leather for a long time to come.

The low humming noise he was making against your neck seemed to be approval towards your neverending wetness and you were letting out a breathy laugh of pure hazy disbelief when you felt the head of his hard cock pressing against you. 

You could hear him softly shushing you in a soothing manner, trying to get you to relax enough that he could actually push inside without seriously hurting you. You wondered if he could tell you had never done this before, suddenly self conscious that your inexperience was radiating off of you.

Unknown to you, he was thinking the same thing about himself and hoping you couldn’t feel the way his entire body was tensing to stop from pushing in before you were ready out of pure desperation that only you could bring out of him. It was hard not to act like a horny teenager when you were panting like you were getting fucked hard just from him touching your tits.

The combination was deadly and the sound he made when he started to actually fuck you was even worse, damn near ending your life then and there just to be immediately brought back when you felt the hot pain between your legs.

Now your pants were telling a different story and he did his best to slow down and let you get used to the sheer size of him stretching you out, not realizing the way your pupils were dilating and you were purposefully tightening your legs around his waist.

“M-more.” You were begging now as the pain started to go down and he gave you a look that told you he thought you were crazy, eyebrows furrowed as he started to shake his head in disagreement. “Please Daryl love it so much, hurts so good.”

That seemed to silence both the man above you and the entire forest, his body stiffening for a few seconds too long and your heart started to race with something not as nice as the flirty nervousness you normally felt around him.

You almost opened your mouth to apologize to him for making him uncomfortable, try to explain yourself and why you liked something like that without actually knowing the reason yourself. Instead your lips parted with another high whine when he started to move, clearly getting over whatever had made him pause and making it his personal mission to give you exactly what you wanted.

Daryl would never leave your sight again and you would stop at nothing to make sure of that so you had plenty of time for gentle, endless days to fill with romance and soft kisses that made your cheeks red. Today, however, was going to be reserved for something else entirely and you could’ve truly died happy there on the leaves with him on top of you. 

[lynhub]

જ⁀➴ stuck in a supply closet with rick grimes

mature content

the air in the supply closet was thick, a suffocating intensity. the confined space was only adding to the heat brewing between you and rick, a distinct pull you both couldn’t escape. just outside the door, a horde of walkers were shuffling, unaware of the intense desires burning in the small closet. 

rick’s chest is pressing into your back as you squirm, the tight space doing nothing to ease the ache between your thighs. his proximity sets your very being on fire with need. rick’s hands find purchase on your hips, holding you in place as you shift restlessly.

“quit movin’,” he growled, his voice low and rough, just loud enough for you to hear. his words hand heavy between you, it was an order wrapped in barely contained desire. 

“i’m tryin’,” you grumble back at him, the frustration – and heat – between you was undeniable. “it’s not my fault you take up so much damn space.”

rick’s grip tightens on your hips, his body is pressing into yours, pulling you back against him until you feel every inch of his solid form against yours. his lips gently ghost over your ear, the warmth sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. his voice drops even lower, rougher, with a primal edge that makes your heart pound. “You keep movin’, and i’ll fuck you right here.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[grimeshound]

literally losing my mind over sergeant major rick grimes…

the idea that he’s just so damn tense all the time, all that pent up stress weighing on him like an anchor. and you, eager as ever to help him let it all out.

so many sleepless nights, precious hours that could’ve gone into getting some well needed rest spent instead with your face smushed against the mattress. voice hoarse and muffled into the pillows as rick fucks your brains out like a madman, low curses and grunts spilling from his lips while all you can do is whimper and moan dumbly, all used up.

his voice, the southern drawl that had grown so much rougher ever since he entered into the crm. the voice used to command and threaten, now talking you through your nth orgasm of the night.

“juuust like that. like makin’ a mess on my cock, ain’t that right dolly?”

you choke out a pathetic whine for an answer, causing him to slot the metallic digits of his bionic arm past your parted lips. affectively muffling the slutty noises you’ve been squeaking out with every deep thrust. he’s been fucking you senseless for what seems like hours. and the way the bed creaks underneath both your weight, the way his cock stretches you out so well, so deep that you could almost swear you see the outline of his dick in your stomach. you brace yourself, knowing this’ll be another productive night helping out your hard-working sergeant major.

GAWWDDDDKGKFLGAAAAAHDJDHD….

[lacylovergirl]

rick sanchez x fem!sub!reader cw; no explicit smut but still rlly suggestive, alien bondage, dumbification, slight sex pollen, sexist undertones, belittling/mocking, praise, unspecified age gap, they are not related but he does call himself grandpa once, unspecified relationship between rick and reader reader is dumb and subby and chubby coded <3

“St-stay still.” His words were a mere grumble as he walked to your left, rummaging through a nearby bush. You didn’t have the capacity to move regardless of his command. Your back had hit the ground rather roughly, and in your current state of mind, decision making wasn’t something you could be responsible for. 

Rick was always good at dumbing you down. You didn’t know if he kept you around because he enjoyed the process of reducing you; or if you kept showing up because of how much you liked it. He’d been the first to introduce you to the true depth of your own obedience. He seemed tuned into you - easily coaxing you into a headspace of pure syrup, bypassing your defenses and emptying your head. He’d chastise you for thinking when you tried, reminding you that wasn’t your job - it was his. You were there to look pretty for him. 

He returned to your side with a large oval egg in his hand, cracked and bruised like it was about to burst in his hands. He didn’t seem worried about whatever was hatching in his grasp, simply laying it down close to your thigh and brushing his thumb over the larger breaks in the shell as they expanded. Looking at the action made the blood in your veins thrum, beating heavily at the walls they were running within and making your head pound for just a moment. The excitement clashed hard with the steady nerves that were growing in your stomach as the egg exhibited more and more life. You hadn’t the slightest what this was, and it was dangerously close to you, close to the most vulnerable part of you. His eyes were practically shimmering, completely focused on watching this entity spring to life. The purple skies of whatever planet he’d brought you to fought the pigment of his irises, making his eyes look practically black. Having Rick’s full attention was rare, something to be terrified of. His full attention usually meant inevitable death or pain. He was a sentimentalist at heart, but he was a sadist at the surface, and he could be mean when he wanted to be. It’s what made this situation so horrifying - he engineered himself to be unpredictable. He hated being bested, refused to be one upped. You couldn’t read him if you tried, so you never did. Maybe he’d grown sick of you and this thing would kill you, maybe he wanted to witness a live action hentai and this thing was going to violate you. You couldn’t fight back, not against whatever was breaching the thin membrane of it’s home and certainly not against him. Even without his inventions and implants, his old frame held immense strength beneath the wrinkled skin. 

You looked at the thing once more, seeing small, narrow tips of what had to be dozens of tendrils taking their first look at the world. They were pink and wriggling, growing wider in circumference as they creeped out of the shattered remnants of the egg. They seemed to move quicker when they met the ground, still slow but gaining consistency in their movements as they started the dizzying entanglement of the thigh that was closest to them. They were coarse, like vines, with blunt bumps protruding from the otherwise smooth surface of them. You’d expected it to be dry, to burn as it circled you, but it wasn’t. There was a trail of slime wherever they reached, oozing from the underbelly like a snail trail. You made the smallest noise, fear and inexplicable want forcing it’s way out of your throat as you reached down to pry it off. It was the only action that managed to break the haze of your clouded mind. A futile one, at that, because Rick’s hands grabbed at your wrists before they could make contact with them. You were squirming on the ground as they climbed higher, coiling around your legs, up your hips, circling your waist. The soft edges of your body were emphasized, slightly bulging through the vacant spaces as the constriction tightened. You did something familiar, you questioned him. Normally, you questioned him out of curiosity, wanting to know how his brain worked. Now, it was out of desperation, wanting to know what was about to happen to you. Your hands were held manually, and the rest of you was pulled taught in living alien bondage. 

“Calco vines.” He’d said it like everyone knew what he meant. He often spoke like that. “They excrete a resin that- when they use it on creatures here, it kills them.” Your eyes flicked to his. “But on humans i-it’s like Viagra on steroids.” He smeared some of the sticky fluid over the exposed part of your leg. Your dress was riding up to the point of near exposure, the things wrapped around you keeping it plastered to your body, immovable. “Gets to the bloodstream through the skin. Makes people stupid, sweetie. Real nice and malleable.” 

Your eyes were watering, your ability to think going from the normally pleasant blur to a completely indecipherable puddle. Your mind couldn’t remember how to move your limbs, for a second you worried that you’d forget how to keep your heart beating. Your chest was heaving slightly as Rick touched you. He was all gentle caresses and caring shushes as your watery eyes birthed pearly tears that ran down your cheeks. The innate comfort of his hands calmed the storming fear inside you. It was a nauseating dichotomy, confusing your already soft brain and making your instincts go haywire. You were soaking in between your legs, pudgy thighs wanting to close, but not having the will nor the strength. You couldn’t do anything but lay tied up, wrists bound to the ground now instead of locked within Rick’s death grip. His hands were everywhere they could reach. Even over your dress, it set you alight. Choked whimpers flooded out of you, unrestrained. You’d never felt so defenseless in your life. 

“Fuck - y’look perfect like this.” He drank you in, doe eyed and squirmy on the floor, that little glint of fear on your face that he loved so much. “M-my pretty little girl, hm?” Your eyes slipped shut at the ownership, a hum of agreement coming from your throat even as you tried to swallow it down.  He shoved your chin lightly, just to watch your head tip to the side and back, enjoying the boneless sensation you were displaying. You felt your underwear being separated from the sodden place between your legs, the cotton gusset soaked completely, a large wet patch being evident. He chuckled, a knowing and mocking huff at the results. It was always the same with you. 

“You scared?” The air on this planet was ice cold against you, a shiver running up your immobile spine. “S-scared I’ll leave you all helpless?” He was keeling between your legs, you looked at him and nodded as best you could. You were scared of that, scared of being eaten alive by some creature on a planet you’re sure hadn’t even been detected by the feeble scientists back on Earth. More tears streamed down your face. Cooing at the pretty quiver of your lips, he smeared the salty droplets across the trembling extremities, making your face shine with the gloss of your own desperation. 

“Don’t - don’t worry. G-grandpa would never dream of it, baby.” He bent your leg at the knee, holding the folded limb steady so your legs were more spread. “Just relax.”

sorry I wrote this in one night i'm kind of rusty but I love rick sm <3

[etclouie]

kinktober day twenty five - uniform sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: two of your childhood friends owing you a favor helps out when they stop you for speeding (Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: pre apocalypse 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie(it’s shane), handjob, oral (rick receiving), no lori or carl😶, reader is described as to be the same age as rick and shane/was in the same year of school as them, shane and rick are lowk dirty cops here (they bang reader to let her off), readers described to be wearing a dress, pretty sure that’s it

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.9k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: no comments

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you were on your way home from work, hitting all the quieter roads and failing to stay at the speed limit. 

on any other day, you wouldn’t have been stopped but today was different. everything that could’ve went wrong today did, just like now. 

you seen the sirens flash behind you, and pulled over with a sigh. rolling down your window and waiting for the cop to walk up to your car, but the look that crossed your face as you met his eyes had a sigh of relief leaving you. 

“Shane?”

you questioned, eyes flicking from his face and then down to the badge pinned to his chest. the gold pin reading ‘Walsh’, a last name you’d grown overly familiar with. 

“mhm you know how fast you were going?”

he asked, his elbow resting lightly on your wing mirror. his eyes flicking from you and the back towards his partner still in their patrol car, unaware of who the other man was; but the feeling in your stomach had your mind racing to your other old best friend— Rick Grimes. 

“was ten over the limit, max”

pleading your case, which made him chuckle. his head shaking from side to side as he moved to cross his arms in your open window, his face inches from yours. 

the minty scent from his gum filling your senses from your closeness, eyes flicking down to his lips before his voice was pulling your attention back to him. 

“still over the limit sweetheart”

a shiver going down your spine at the nickname, eyes finding his again and meeting the gleam in his eyes. 

a pool of warmth setting in your belly under his gaze, leaning closer to him and murmuring out softly. 

“remember that favor you owe me?”

another chuckle pushed past his lips, watching his head shake as he stood upright again, motioning towards his patrol car towards Rick. 

the older of the two moving over to your car, a telling smirk across Shane’s face as he nodded his head towards you. Ricks hands resting on his hips as his eyes met yours, for the first time in years. 

“hm you remember that favor we owe her Rick?”

the favor that you’d brought up was dismal, something from your last year of high school. you’d done both boys a big favor, helping them get out of school for the day while they done something you don’t quite remember. but they both said they owed you one, and now felt as if the perfect opportunity to use up that favor. 

“from high school?”

Shane nodded in response, smirk broad across his face as his eyes skimmed down your body. his right hand reaching for the door handle and pulling open your door, arms crossing over the top of it as both men peered down at you. 

“and how exactly do you want us to repay that favor for you?”

the innuendo was there, all three of you felt it. gulping as you unbuckled your seatbelt before slowly climbing out of your car, heat shooting through your body. 

the road you were on was hardly used by people, so the chance of someone driving by and seeing the three of you was unlikely. 

“you know how Walsh, don’t be dim”

he huffed out a laugh at your words, eyes flicking over to meet Rick’s while he shut your car door. 

sandwiched between both men, your back to Shane’s chest while you faced Rick. 

“gonna let us have fun with you sweetheart?”

Shane’s persistent talking left Rick quiet, not that he minded. it allowed his eyes to rake down your body, stopping at the hem of your dress that Shane was now eagerly pushing up. 

“you’re stunning”

Rick drawled out, his hands lifting to grope at your boobs. his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples through the fabric of your dress. 

letting out a breathy moan at his touch, back arching towards him while Shane grounded his hips against the swell of your ass. the bulge in his slacks prominent and throbbing in his boxers. 

“reckon she’s soaked for us Rick?”

the words barely registered in your head before one of Shane’s big hands were snaking into the front of your panties to swipe two thick fingers through your folds, pulling more moans from your chest. 

“oh fuck”

you and Shane breathed out simultaneously, yours needier than his. 

whining as his hand pulled away from your cunt to show Rick his now soaked fingers, that smirk still across his face. 

“shit sweetheart”

Rick’s voice dropped an octave, one of his hands keeping your left boob in his hold while the other cradled your jaw. pulling you into a deep, heated kiss— all teeth and tongue while your hips pushed back onto Shane. 

the pool of heat in your belly deepened, warmth settling through your body while both men lavished you with their undivided attention. 

Shane fumbled with his belt, the clank of it sounding as he got it open. breaking the kiss with Rick to glance back at him, his fingers tugging down his zipper while he spat his gum out to the side. 

“ain’t gonna keep you waiting much longer, promise you tha’”

he told before leaning in to kiss you as best he could, hands leaving his slacks to pull your panties down to your knees. the fabric drenched in your arousal. 

“can’t leave Rick without any pleasure darlin’, ain’t fair tha’”

he broke the kiss to mumble against your lips, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. nodding slowly, the words formulating in your head in little coherency. 

turning back to Rick, missing the way he worked open his belt and pushed his slacks down to his mid thigh. practically ogling at the sight of his cock, hot and hard and standing to attention. 

the look on your face must’ve shown your surprise, stood still in place— mind reeling and trying to make sense of what your current situation actually was. 

Rick must’ve sensed your hesitation, big hands cradling your face while pulling you into a softer kiss than before. 

“you sure you wanna do this?”

his soft questioning made your heart warm, almost swooning at his care. 

“want this— want both of you”

those words were all Shane needed to push himself into your warmth in one smooth thrust, his chest flush against your back as he buried himself to the hilt. his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured out lowly to you. 

“c’mon sweetheart, take care of Ricky”

your left hand grabbed at Ricks shoulder, helping him move closer before he was kissing you again. tongue licking its way into your mouth and tangling with yours, while your right hand took hold of his cock. 

the tip of him leaking beads of precum, his hips rocking into your touch while Shane slowly started moving his hips against yours. 

“there we go”

his voice came out hoarse against your ear, hearing the smirk across his lips and breaking the kiss with Rick to glare back at Shane. 

“easy darlin’, we’re paying back that favor we owe you”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, his hold on your hips growing tighter as he continued to roll his hips into you. 

each drag of his cock against your walls making you moan lewdly, hand squeezing around Ricks cock and pulling a shaky groan from him. 

your hand moving slow and almost teasingly along Ricks length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke to pull more and more groans from his chest. his hips rocked into your touch and the head of his cock continued to leak, his precum helping to lubricate your strokes. 

“like that darlin’ fuck, yeah just like tha’”

the lilt in his voice grew thicker, hips chasing your hand while Shane continued to thrust into you. his left hand shaking around to your front and pressing two thigh fingers to your clit, drawing tight firm circles against you and drawing whinier moans from your lips. 

the whole scene was lewd, but you felt as if you were in paradise. 

old feelings for both of them resurfacing and feeling as if you were playing out your fantasies. 

“Rick-“

words failed you, but the way your eyes flicked between his and his lips gave away what you wanted. another kiss. 

he was leaning in to press his lips to yours again, your hand continuing along his cock while Shane continued to play with your clit. 

your walls fluttering and squeezing around him had a groan falling from his lips, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder before he was mumbling out. 

“shit sweetheart, squeezing me real tight”

the pool of warmth in the pit of your stomach was at its boiling point, ready to tip you over the edge. 

and with the way both men’s hips were canting desperately into your touch, you knew they were close too. 

continuing to pump Ricks cock, his breath hitching while his cock throbbed in your hand. teetering on the edge, but they both wanted you to cum first. 

“close, fuck ‘m close”

your admission had Shane’s hips moving quicker against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin pulling your focus back to the man behind you. 

each drag of his cock felt too good, the head of him hitting the one spot over and over again that had you seeing stars. his fingers pressing tighter circles against your clit had you toppling over the edge. 

cunt spasming around him as your climax hit, the force of your release had your slumping against Ricks chest. face in against his throat and your hand squeezing around his cock as you tried steadying yourself. 

“there we go, atta fucking girl”

Shane’s praise hit your ears like a familiar melody, his hand soothing across your hip while continuing to rock into you. 

fighting off his climax as best he could, but your walls fluttering around him again had him toppling over. whining against Ricks throat at the feeling of Shane’s cum shooting into your warmth, each stutter thrust he gave spilling more of him into you. 

“jesus you’re perfect”

he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, both of hands softer now across your hips. keeping himself buried to the hilt, and keeping his cum stuffed in your pussy. 

Ricks hands cradled your face to pull you back from his neck, nodding his head as you met his gaze. 

on the pinnacle of his release, wanting to spill his load down your throat. his hands gently moved your head towards his cock. 

your mouth warm and welcoming, and your lips wrapped securely around his cock. 

he only had to give a couple bucks of his hips until he was groaning out your name, his climax hitting him and his cum shooting into your mouth. rope after rope of white filling the warm cavern of your mouth before pulling out to let you swallow. 

“shit— gonna let me fuck you now angel?”

swallowing down his release, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing upright against Shane again. 

readying yourself to answer when a call came over both of their radios, both of them groaning in annoyance. 

Shane reluctantly pulling out of your warmth and pressing another kiss to your shoulder while a pout worked its way into your face. 

“shit, we gotta go darlin’. think we can let you off with a warning now”

he told as they both tucked themselves back into their pants, Rick even helping to pull your panties back into place as Shane’s cum started to seep out of your cunt. 

Rick placing a kiss to your temple before they were both walking back to their car, calling out to them as they both opened their doors. 

“call me sometime”

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[lon3rlife]

Sharing a bed with Rick

When sleeping with Rick you have two options, he’ll either hold you snugly to his chest and won’t let you go, or he’ll sprawl out, take all the covers, and involuntarily kick you in his sleep. Tonight he chose the latter.

“Ow- Jesus Christ Rick you kicked me.” You groan tugging the sheets from him to cover at least some of your shivering body.

Rick doesn’t respond, instead he sprawls out starfish style and starts snoring. Loudly.

You groan and slightly kick his leg to give him a taste of his own medicine before getting up to go to the bathroom and get some water, hoping that once you return he’ll have at least moved over a bit.

As you’re in the kitchen filling up your cup Rick walks in. His hair is all tousled and he still looks half asleep.

“Come back to bed.” He says sleepily.

“You were snoring and kicking me. You also stole the covers.” You respond back to him smiling a bit at his disheveled appearance.

He looks at the ground and mumbles something and you follow him back to bed, making sure to grab some of the covers before he gets ahold of them.

Instead of going right back to his snoring, drooling, and messy sleeping self he wraps his arms around you pulling you into his chest and nuzzling his face into your hair and falling back asleep almost instantly, without the snoring and kicking this time.

You embrace his affectionate hold on you until your eyes get heavy and you decide you will be able to at least get a few more hours of sleep before you need to get up.

[sinsandsweetness]

how do you think rick would react if you just broke down sobbing during sex without explanation? like just out of nowhere and can’t even explain what’s wrong kind of sobbing

I can’t say that this hasn’t happened to me so… this is more so what I wish would happen in this scenario…

He’d stop everything the moment he notices. Even though tears can be perceived as pleasure over pain, he knows you enough to tell that somethings not quite right. He knows your body language, your mannerisms. Rick knows you. And he knows that something is wrong. Even if you don’t entirely know what it is.

He freezes the moment he feels your energy shift.

“What’s wrong?” His brows furrow together in concern.

Your turn to try and hid your face in the pillow. Attempting to wipe your tears onto the flannel pillowcase. Sniffling quietly in hopes he’d just brush it off, “Nothin’… I’m - I’m okay.”

“You don’t seem okay. You’re crying.” He reaches up to wipe a tear from the apple of your cheek. It only makes the tears drop faster. “What’s wrong?”

“I- I don’t know, I just-“ your voice cracks and more tears fall. Frustrated at yourself for ruining the moment. Unable to understand why you’re even crying, and more importantly why you can’t seem to stop.

“Hey,” he’s careful when he pulls out. Gently lying back down beside you with his arm propping himself up to look at you, “let’s just take a break, okay?”

“I’m sorry I don’t why I’m-” your voice chokes and you bring the blanket up to wipe your dampening cheeks, “I’m sorry this is- ugh-”

“What on earth are you apologizing for? You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart. Nothing wrong at all.” His voice is low as his hand comes up to brush your hair out of your face, petting and smoothing it down repeatedly in sweet, soothing motions.

“I’m ruining the moment -I- I don’t even know what I’m sad about- it’s just, it’s embarrassing.” You wish you didn’t sound so pathetic, and the thought that Rick might be thinking that makes you cry even harder, head tucking right into his chest where he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head. Warm hands rubbing up and down your bare back.

“Darlin’, you haven’t ruined anything, I promise. Sometimes…” he takes a breath before he continues, choosing his words carefully, “-sometimes doin’ things like this, y’know, it can, uh- it can bring out emotions you didn’t even know you had. Ones that are deep inside or bottled up. And it just so happens that right now is when your body feels ready to let em’ out. It happens. There’s nothing wrong with you. I promise you, it’s okay.” Ricks tone is gentle and rather convincing, despite the dreadful pit that’s formed in your stomach. And the arms that are holding you close feel safer than anywhere you can imagine. Walls or not.

You stay tucked into his chest until you have no tears left to cry. Trying to relax and calm your shaky breaths. Inhaling deep and slow, taking in the scent of the man holding you. His skin. His pheromones. That alone is calming in itself. Allowing your mind to cloud over and momentarily pause your incessant overthinking. His touch has your eye lids growing heavy and grateful for Ricks overall sweetness and his more than understanding reaction.

[twdxtrevor]

These two are just so cute, I need to see them causing mischief together again . .

[hutchersonsgurl]

The two faves all the way 🤞🏼

[agnireed]

[kissesfordaryl]

I have a request!!!!

Okay okay…

Daryl who has never had any desire to touch or masturbate… he doesn’t even know how… he rarely gets hard.

But… once he meets reader, suddenly he’s got this new feeling, he’s always getting hard but he’s so pure and sexually innocent that he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know how to touch, he’s never cum before.

Reader very gently teaches Daryl how his body works and shows him how to cum and Daryl’s basically a puddle on the floor. He’s very shy to be touched, reluctant at first, never having experience even just masturbation.

You teach him how his body works and he loves it.

Subby innocent baby

a sweet thing.

male reader x daryl dixon.

summary: theres many things new daryls yet to experience in your relationship- but what he was most excited for was you: your touch lingering over his skin as you show him how to feel good.

era: prison.

note: ty for the request anon!! hopefully i didnt take too long to write

daryl twists and turns in bed, waiting for you to come back from your shower. hes been antsy all day, images of you flashing through his mind. youve both been busy lately with all the new additions to the group and the renovations happening- but you managed to sneak some time away with him once in a while: a stolen kiss here or there.

but daryls been wanting more. he had asked to take things slow between you, and of course youve complied perfectly. in fact, he thinks youve followed his request too closely. youve been waiting on him to make a move, but daryl has absolutely no clue how to do so. hes never done anything like that. hes only masturbated a handful of times in his whole life, and that was ages ago. he wasnt the physical touch type, but when it came to you, everything was different. he found himself having urges hes never experienced before- and all of it was overwhelming. he just wished he knew the right words to say to you.

daryl sighs, sitting up a little. he stares up at the thin sheet acting as a barrier, then down at his lap. he thinks about you in the shower now, rinsing off all the sweat and grime thats accumulated from working so hard throughout the day. thinks about the water gliding down your body, wet hair clinging to your face.

his body feels hot all over, pleasure bubbling underneath his skin. with a foreign touch, his hand comes up to palm at his half-hard cock. hes never realized how sensitive he is, his legs drawn together as he strokes himself with one hand, the other muffling his sounds. with his eyes shut, he misses the curtains being drawn back to reveal you standing there.

and you, youve never seen daryl like this. sure, hes always been more of the needy type, constantly clinging to you as you made out with him- but never this: a hand wrapped firmly around his dick, pumping up and down and eyes screwed shut.

well, he looked delicious. you felt frozen in place, just watching and watching. youre careful as you approach daryl, the bed dipping under your weight. he springs up in response, wide eyed and breathless.

youre a little rough, attacking his mouth with a searing kiss. "i cant wait," daryl tilts his head back, mouth parting just slightly, "cant go slow anymore. cmon."

he lets you redirect him on the bed, eyes glazed over with arousal. he shakes his head and nods at the same time, both reluctant and eager for you to touch him. your gaze lands on his cock, flush at the head and twitching underneath your attention.

you realize he hasnt got any lubricant, not even spit. "jesus, dee. doesnt that hurt?"

he stares at you in confusion until youre spitting into your hand, grabbing him by the shaft and slicking him up. he arches into the touch like he doesnt even know hes doing it, eyes rolling back. and you knew he never had experience doing this kinda stuff with men, but not even a handjob? here you were, barely touching him and he was teetering over the edge already. a sort of warm energy rushes through your body at seeing daryl like this, short hair matted like hes been tossing and turning in pleasure.

"what, you couldnt just wait for me to come outta the shower?" you tease, pressing short but warm kisses all along his neck, "had to take care of yourself?"

a sliver of pre-come collects at his slit, and you continue. "or maybe you wanted me to see you like this? shit, good thing i did too- looks like you could use some pointers."

daryls a mess, and it occurs to you that your words may not even be registering for him. "fuck," he finally responds, "fuck- yeah. yeah, please."

"please?" and in the face of it all, you cant help but let out a little chuckle. daryl could handle anything- walkers, people, hunting- but he doesnt know how to jerk off? "alright, ill teach you a little something."

you rearrange your positions, getting up on the bed and sitting in between his legs. hes got his pants pulled halfway down his ass, just enough room for him to get his dick out. "first," you take him by the base, "its good to get this pretty cock all wet beforehand." you collect all the saliva in your mouth, letting it drip onto his cock. his hand flys out to muffle his moans, his hips jerking into your fist. "makes everything feel better, right?"

he nods weakly, shirt riding up to reveal soft skin. you tugged at it, urging him to take it off. he obliges with ease, throwing his shirt to the ground. "and if you wanna feel real good," youre tearing at his pants now, "you can go a little lower."

your fingers ghost over his hole, applying just a little pressure. he cums right then and there, a low whine escaping from him. you refuse to let up, your hands still stroking his flaccid cock. he shoves at your chest, tears springing in his eyes.

with a gentle touch, youre wiping at his face and kissing away his tears. "good?"

he nods, arms weakly wrapping around your back and pulling you close. you hiss as your own erection presses against his thigh, daryl shifting underneath you.

"m'gonna try it again. on you." he suggests shyly, hands disappearing under your shirt.

you lean back onto the mattress, an arm coming up to rest under your head to watch him work. yeah, you could get used to this.

first little drabbleish how do we feel

[strnqer]

daddy issues

— pairing: rick grimes x fem!reader (no use of pronouns)

— quote: “ it’s okay, it’s okay. breathe, i’ve got you now. “

— warning(s): father issues, age gap, talks about emotionally absent father, male validation

— note: the thing about daddy issues for me is that not many people know about it’s true colors, and although i didn’t fully write what i know for a fact is all part of the same thing, this is a small part of what having these issues feels like for me that i wrote about; you try to look for a lover who could be both your father and your boyfriend and you search for external male validation and simply want to be babied and cradled by an older man because ‘you’re chasing the father who ran out on you.’ and ultimately i know many of us have daddy issues (fuck dads, stan older men) so enjoy, i’ve had this in my drafts long enough.

small sobs left your mouth as you walked away from your home, from him.

your dad forgot again. you waited and waited for hours at the spot you’d planned to meet, you’re heart racing with hope that he would show. you’d told him the day before about something you’d planned for the both of you and he had smiled, patting your shoulder with that familiar but distant affection and told you he’d be there. it took you two whole days and a few favors from daryl to set up the perfect daddy daughter date for you and him. yet he didn’t show.

it’s no surprise honestly, you never had a good relationship with your father—it was a mere connection that existed only by name. he wasn’t absent; he was there just never there with you. he didn’t try to start a conversation or ask you how your day went and he sure as hell never protected you from the outside. it wasn’t the first time he had let you down and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

fuck, the first thing he’d told you when the dead started walking was to grow up and learn. mommy wasn’t there to help you but he was, that had to be something, right? he protected you from the roamers, handed you gauze when you fell and cooked you meals. sure, he never wrapped you in his arms and told you how important you were to him—or protected you from the world as you slept in his arms at night. he never told you how he loved you regardless of how fucked up you turned out to be. hell, even an i’m proud of you would have made you happy. but he didn’t, he never did.

you didn’t mind much at first; you knew that was all he would ever give you, and you were okay with it. but coming to alexandria and seeing the way rick grimes treated his kids, how much he loved them, how wide he smiled when they were around and how tightly he’d cradle them after a scare made your heart ache with a yearning you could no longer ignore. the walls that you had so carefully constructed came tumbling down and…you began to crave it. crave that connection, that security, something you knew you would never get, at least not from your father.

in the midst of your sobs you hardly noticed the man you bumped into. you muttered a quiet ‘sorry’ keeping your head low and eyes trained on the ground as you tried to walk around him but before you could slip away, a firm yet gentle hand shot up and grabbed your wrist.

“hey, you alright?” the man questioned, concern deeper in his words. rick... just at the mere sound of his voice, those walls that you worked so hard to keep up crumbled. and suddenly, so did you.

with a sudden rush of emotion your knees buckled and you felt strong arms engulf you before you fell. "hey, hey, look at me," he urged, his warm palm cradling your cheek as he lifted your face to meet his gaze. his warmth sent tingles down your spine and your eyes were suddenly burning as they met his. you realized all too late that heavy tears were streaming down your face.

“oh sweetheart, it’s okay. you're okay.”

“rick..” your voice was unrecognizable to your own ears, shaky and raw.

“c'mere, you're okay now” he cooed, his hands pressing you further into his chest. his warmth enveloped your body, a nice contrast to the coolness of the night nipping at your skin. you inhaled deeply, his scent acting like a blanket of comfort you never knew you needed. it was a feeling so foreign yet so profoundly right.

you let yourself cry, your throat becoming scratchy, almost painfully so as you let yourself break down in the arms of a man, who, in that moment, was giving you everything you’ve ever needed.

“i—i’m sorry, i’m sorry” your words were muffled and broken, you weren’t even sure who you were apologizing to, but the words just kept spilling from your open mouth. rick cooed at you gently, swaying himself from side to side as he cradled you, “it’s okay, it’s okay. breathe, i’ve got you now.”

the moment hung heavy in the air, the sounds of your cries easing as the seconds past by, “he didn’t show, rick..” his grip tightened around you,

“you don’t deserve that,” he muttered your name, the sound of it leaving his mouth left you momentarily breathless. you’ve never been addressed by him so personally and in that moment you felt so seen, just the mere mutter of your name eased your heart as it ached painfully in your chest, even if it was just a little.

quiet sniffles broke through the moment, “but what if i do? that’s all i’ve ever known. i—i don’t know what i did to him,” your face scrunched up as heavy tears streamed down your face once more, causing you to shove your face deeper into his neck from embarrassment. rick hushed you softly, thick palm soothing through your hair.

“it’s not your fault, y’hear me? that’s no way for a father to treat their child.” when he heard no response, his hands griped the sides of your face, pulling you up to meet his gentle gaze, “it’s not your fault” he repeated slowly, maintaining eye contact so he knew you’d heard, “you deserve everythin’ good left in this world,” he muttered your name more,

your lip wobbled as you nodded, eyes never leaving his. he sighed before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead and pulling you into his arms once more, not wanting to let you go until he knew you were better. he wanted to make you feel better.your body went slack, allowing rick to carry your weight all while the voices nagging in the back for your head began to melt away.

“rick,” you whispered mere moments later, rick hummed, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your back, “am i invisible?” the insecurity was clear in your tone, it’s not something you’ve ever spoken about out loud. in fact, rick has never even thought you to have these feelings. every time he’s seen you it’s as if you radiated wamrth and comfort to those around you. it broke his heart to know you thought the worst of yourself when all rick’s ever done is see you in the brightest of ways.

he vowed to never let you feel that way again.

“you’re not invisible to me. never for me.”

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Daryl: Ya got stabbed. D’ya remember anythin’?

Y/N: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Daryl: The world ended. Ain’t no ambulances. I carried ya.

Y/N: But I heard a siren.

Daryl: That was Rick.

Rick: Sorry, I got nervous.