cw- anal, fingering, double penetration, innocent-ish reader, sickeningly sweet fluff at the end because not only am I an anal slut, I’m also an aftercare slut <3
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(Rick x fem!reader)
Dark, silken curls tickle the apple of your cheek where he’s leaned in to kiss you. His focused scowl almost hidden in the dim lit bedroom. White noise from the fan on the dresser is thankfully doing helping to drown out the sounds of your choked sobs and moans you keep letting slip.
Your inner thighs are burning. Stretched to their absolute limit in the position he has you. You’ve never been great at doing the splits. But that doesn’t seem to cross Ricks mind as he pushes your knees even further apart. Practically folded in half underneath him. Pillows keeping you leaned against the headboard with one under your ass for good measure.
He really does care about your comfort. Even when he’s splitting you open and making you cry.
Well… you aren’t crying yet. But the tears on your lash line are surely threatening to fall. Flirting between pain and pleasure at the stretch of the thickness inside you.
Practice. That’s what he called it. When you mentioned to Rick your dirty little fantasy about having him and Daryl fuck you… at the same time.
He’ll admit he was a little surprised, given your typically timid nature. Choking on his orange juice at your confession that morning. But despite his initial reaction, his cock started to twitch in his jeans and the thought had him running extra impatient all day to get back home and try something new.
Because he wasn’t just going to invite Daryl over and say let’s have at her. No. You needed to prepare. To practice. To train for it. Get used to the foreign feeling of having two things inside of you. Hell, even to have him stretch out a place you’d never even tried before.
And that’s how you found yourself here. Now. With him pressing sweet kisses on your cheek, down to the side of your mouth with his entire, thick, lubed up length slowly sinking in and out of your ass. The two fingers he’s managed to fit inside your drooling cunt are struggling to curl upwards. The warmth and the tightness of your holes affecting him just as much, while he attempts to find a rhythm that make your eyes roll back.
It doesn’t take long before he does.
Lips brush your earlobe as he whispers sweetly in your ear reminding you to relax and to let him know if it’s too much. That he’ll stop if you need. But you’re a trooper, and even though it’s more pressure down there than you’ve ever felt before, and you know you’ll still be aching from the stretch tomorrow, it doesn’t take away from the fact that Ricks fingers are pressing right into the sensitive, spongey surface of your walls. Hitting your sweet spot at a rhythm you crave and only he knows how to execute.
A hot tear rolls down your face. Unable to keep it in much longer, your breathing starts to slow, chest heaving deep, intentional breaths. You’re so fucking close and you want to let him know. But when he looks into your glossy eyes and you part your lips to tell him, nothing comes out but a shaky gasp.
“You ok?” Rick pants, simply wanting to make sure that he hasn’t been reading you wrong. That the tears now streaming down your cheeks aren’t ones of pain, but rather the opposite.
You nod, swallowing hard and closing your eyes before leaning forward to where your forehead can rest on his shoulder. Lips brushing his skin and planting a few messy, mindless kisses.
“Feel good?” He confirms. Voice soft and low above you.
You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shit.
“I’m gonna- ,” You finally breathe out. A mere whisper, mustering up all the energy you have left to let him know how good he’s doing. How good he’s making you feel. Because he deserves some praise too. But before you’re able to, you’re cut off by a wave of pleasure that blocks any sense of coherent thought. Let alone communication.
Hearing your sultry moans while you come undone all over his cock and his fingers, makes it impossible for him to hold back any longer. Hips stuttering and pounding into you for one final thrust. Staying there while your cunt pulses around his fingers and his cum starts threatening to spill out of your ass and accompany the damp puddle of lube and spit on the bedding beneath you. The thought quickly crosses Ricks mind that he should probably throw the sheets in the wash while he runs a bath for the two of you. To clean up the sticky, cherry flavoured lube that seems to have found its way onto every square inch of your thighs.
His hands are tacky against your skin as he gently, very slowly pulls out of you. Pearly white cream immediately making a mess of the pillow underneath you. His fingers coated in something similarly creamy of yours that he choses to wipe on the sheets beside him. They need to get cleaned anyway.
“Was that too much?” He asks. Still not a hundred percent convinced of your previous speechless nod, assuring him that it was perfect. He needed verbal cues. He needed to be sure.
“It was really good. Really… tight.”
He nods in agreement, dipping low to kiss a trail across you collarbone. “Very tight,” he mumbles into your skin. “You sure you can take something bigger?” He asks. Leaning back to sit on his heels.
“I want to,” your voice is shy, despite the utter filth you’d asked for earlier.
“But can you,”
“We can practice more…”
“We will practice more. A lot more.”
You nod up at him with warm cheeks and a bashful smile.
“Alright, sweet girl. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He kisses you one last time before scooping you up in his arms, sheets and everything, dragging behind him on the hardwood while he walks the two of you to the bathtub. Setting you down on the plush vanity stool where you wrap yourself up. A slight chill in the tiled washroom bringing goosebumps to your arms and a sharp peak to your breasts.
Rick turns on the tap, waiting for the stream to run hot before plugging the drain. He throws a pair of shorts on from the laundry hamper. Dipping down to kiss you quickly before running downstairs to grab you a both a glass of water. Tall and cold and noisy with the clinking sound of perfect rectangular ice cubes as he makes his way back up the stairs.
It doesn’t take long before has the sheets in the wash and the two of tou in the tub. Your back pressed close to his chest. Hot water releasing all the tension in your muscles. Your head resting against his shoulder and your eyes fluttering shut in warm contentment as Rick drags a washcloth up and down your thighs.
“You did so good for me, baby.” He says gently, cloth dipping between your legs and making you squirm in delight. A tired giggle escapes your lips as your hands go to grab at his arm under the water.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, always such a good girl.”
You beam up at him, eyes twinkling with the afterglow of your night together. Always so tired and fucked out by the end but trying your best to stay awake for him. Rick feels a sharp twinge in his chest when he looks over at you. Wet hair and a clean face. All naturally gorgeous, smiley and sleepy. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have you here, right now, wrapped in his arms. His perfect girl, all to himself. Until you’ve had enough practice at least. And once you have, on a night he’s feeling generous and that you’re feeling brave, he’ll push his possessive nature to the side and try his best to share you for the night.
Warnings: poorly written smut with some plot ig, face f*cking, cursing, c*m swallowing (sorta)
Summary: Secrets out but he gets an idea of how you could make it up to him.
A/N: I’m rusty so if this is bad I’m sorry💀
You had been talking with Amy and Andrea and managed to let out that you and Daryl had been doing it. They instantly bombarded you with questions. “How long have you guys been doing it?” , “Is he any good?”. You trusted them with that secret not expecting Andrea or Amy to tell the group your business.
Merle took that as his invitation to make perverted comments toward you. But at that moment you didn't care. All you worried about was Daryl and the glare he gave you as Merle toyed with you and him about the news going around. You decided to go to the quarry to clear your head and try to figure out a way to get everyone to mind their business
Daryl followed you of course, With the glare still on his face he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you behind the guarded part of the quarry. “Why does everyone know I'm fuckin ya?” he asked staring at you angrily. You began to stammer on your words “I don't know” You avoided eye contact. you could hear him scoff. “Ya well, there's no way someone saw us last night so clearly you blabbed off somewhere”.
You looked at him “Daryl I didn't mean to it just slipped out while I was talking to Amy and Andrea I didn't expect them to tell everyone.” You could see him glance at your lips before he looked away from you. He sighed thinking about the lack of privacy you guys were about to have. “How can I make it up to you?” you asked him in hopes he wouldn't push you away.
You could see something inside him light up as a smirk appeared on his face. “Get on your knees,” he said going for his belt. “I’m sorry, what?” you said with a shocked expression but doing as he said. “Right here? are you sure? Everyone's gonna kn-..” You were cut off by Daryl shoving himself inside your mouth. “Fuck” He groaned in response to the warmth of your mouth. His salty precum mixed in with your saliva as he gripped your hair and began to thrust inside your mouth. His movements were deep and rough hitting the back of your throat and making you gag each time.
the lewd noises of your gagging and his dick slamming into the back of his throat was sending Daryl over the edge. He was grunting and growling as he began to fuck your face roughly. His fingers gripped onto your hair roughly as he pulled out of your mouth to give you a moment to breathe, the emptiness causing you to gasp for air and moan.
he smirked as he began smearing the spit and precum all over your mouth. “From now on I want ya to keep that big mouth of yours shut about what we do in private, ya hear me?” he said. you nodded. “Use your words, sweetheart” he opened your mouth just enough to rest his tip on your tongue. “I understand” You swirled your tongue around his tip. “Good girl, now open back up for me,” he said in a soft husky tone. He slid back into your throat and went back to thrusting roughly. You gripped his thighs to brace yourself as he thrust roughly, his hips bucking and slowing slightly when you began to suck and use your tongue on him.
“Shit Y/N “ He leaned his head back in pleasure and thrusted into your mouth one last time as he came. He pulled out and began situating himself leaving you covered in spit and cum. He looked at you one last time before smirking again and walking off.
It was one of those nights at the prison where my own arousal was keeping me awake. Hormones flooding my system, keeping sleep at bay.
Squeezing my legs and tensing wasn’t getting the work done. I felt weird about doing anything more with the cells being so open and silent. You could hear someone snore from two cells down and yet I was caring less and less about being heard. So long as I could get some relief and then some sleep.
I wasn’t sure what time it was but it had been dark for a while as I lay there, contemplating what to do. I grunted in frustration, rubbing myself outside my clothes. It was no use.
Footsteps sounded on the metal stairs, quiet, and gentle. I froze and listened, moving my hand away. As they approached my cell my heart starting beating wildly.
I sat up and peeked in the gaps of the makeshift curtain door.
“Hey!” I whispered at the dark figure, who’s shadow was now paused outside my cell. The curtain moved and Daryl’s face appeared. He squinted in at the darkness.
“Y/N?” He whispered back, standing in the doorway.
“Come in.” My heart raced, my thoughts running wild and out of my control. I’d called him in before realising what it meant.
“You all right?” He asked, stepping just past the threshold.
“No. I need you.” The plea in my voice was obvious. But was it obvious that the plea was for sex and not because I was injured or in pain?
He stepped closer still and I sat up fully, reaching out to pull him to me.
“What’s going on?” He sat on the edge of my bed, frowning down at me. I glided my hand up his arm to his face, expecting him to shove me away and leave but he never did.
“I need you.” I repeated, quieter. Gently, I leaned forward, pulling him toward me too. He glanced at my lips and them up at my eyes, reading me.
“Y/N.” He said. “What are you doing?”
I was acting on horny impulse, and surely he knew that too or he wouldn’t be leaning down to kiss me.
Our lips met, gently, softly and he tasted of cigarettes and tomato soup. The kiss grew in passion almost immediately and Daryl was laying me down, his hand on my breast, massaging me through my clothes. I moaned into his mouth and he responded by doing the same.
Within seconds he had my shirt off, flung against the wall, my trousers unzipped and his hand hastily shoved inside. I bit my bottom lip to stop the noise from escaping as his large fingers eagerly worked my aching pussy.
“Fuck, Daryl.” I panted against his neck as he nuzzled on mine. “Fuck me, Daryl. Please. Right now. I need…need…” My brain turned fuzzy as his thumb found my sensitive clit and worked on it relentlessly, the hint of an orgasm already at the surface.
I awkwardly started to shove my trousers off while under him. He got the hint and helped me out of them and then my fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans. At last his erection was free and at my hole but then he waited, taking a moment to hold eye contact as he pushed it in, filling me, stretching me.
“Fuck.” He grunted, thrusting into me. He put an arm around my neck and held me close, pinning me to the bed as he pounded into me. I clamped my legs around his waist and breathed in the scent of him.
He snaked a hand between us and messily rubbed at my sensitive clit again. I whimpered against his shoulder, biting down to stop the noise. He groaned at the pain and sped up slightly.
All too soon he was cumming, hot and fast deep inside me, breathing heavy and on the verge of collapse.
Before I could say or do anything he leaned back up and kissed me hard, his hand resting against my throat and jaw. He leaned back to look at me, at the mess he’d made me into and then his fingers were on my clit again but concise and slow, building up the pressure in my lower abdomen.
“You didn’t think I was just gonna leave, did you?” He panted, looking down at me still with passionate hunger in his eyes.
I held his face in one hand and shoved my other against my hand as my orgasm took over, suppressing my moans of pleasure at his surprisingly expert fingers.
I lay there, panting, heart racing and finally I could feel the pull of sleep on my eyelids.
“So uh.” He started, smirking down at me. “What was that about?”
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I never know how to finish these no-plot smut fics 😂 so sorry for the lame endings. Hope you enjoyed anyway.
When Rick's group came to Alexandria, Daryl was the first to stick out to you. His silence was something you found attractive and when he happened to clean up he was quite handsome. You had expressed to him one day that if he needed anything he could always come to you and you’d be sure to help him. At first, he took it as a kind gesture but brushed it off. Then it became him coming over for tools for his bike.
Then it was to give you things he found for you while on runs, or to just talk a little, and then it was dinner. It was rare for him to come over for comfort but he would do that too. When he was upset about something he came to you walking straight into your house pacing back and forth angrily while ranting to you. he liked that you would listen to him and help him think rationally. It had been a while since he first came over, ever since he’d make it his goal to speak to you at least twice a day, more if he wasn’t busy.
You were cleaning your house when your doorbell rang. You went to the door and opened it seeing Daryl looking down at his feet. “Hey,” he said he said biting his bottom lip nervously. “Daryl?” You furrowed your eyebrows and pulled him inside. “Are you alright?” You asked, “This is your sixth time here this morning” You giggled slightly. “You might as well stay over,” you half-joked. “I know ya busy but can I?” He said his eyes soft yet bright.
You stayed silent for a moment. “Hm.. only if you help me clean” You smiled at him. “Alright”. he sighed giving you a soft smile. You guys had spent all morning cleaning and finally sat down on your couch. the whole time you guys cleaned Daryl had kept his eye on you. “Y’know I never planned to have ya on my mind this often,” he confessed quietly. “M’sorry if I've been botherin’ ya, especially today, I just kept thinkin’ bout ya and-” You cut him off by cupping his face and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “You never bother me Dar I want you to know that.” he smiled at your words and leaned in for another kiss.
Prompt: “I never planned to have you on my mind this often”
Attempting fluff today my next one after this may be a different twd character I just need to see more Rick smut and or fluff to analyze it’s character a bit more (not sayin I got Daryl down💀)
Heyy Im dixonslvr You can call me Nyx or Onyx ( or any endearing term idc<3). I am non-binary and use any pronouns I don't really care although I do prefer they/them but like again I don't care. I am 20 :) and a high-functioning autistic person
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Warnings: poorly written smut with some plot ig, face f*cking, cursing, c*m swallowing (sorta)
Summary: Secrets out but he gets an idea of how you could make it up to him.
A/N: I’m rusty so if this is bad I’m sorry💀
You had been talking with Amy and Andrea and managed to let out that you and Daryl had been doing it. They instantly bombarded you with questions. “How long have you guys been doing it?” , “Is he any good?”. You trusted them with that secret not expecting Andrea or Amy to tell the group your business.
Merle took that as his invitation to make perverted comments toward you. But at that moment you didn't care. All you worried about was Daryl and the glare he gave you as Merle toyed with you and him about the news going around. You decided to go to the quarry to clear your head and try to figure out a way to get everyone to mind their business
Daryl followed you of course, With the glare still on his face he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you behind the guarded part of the quarry. “Why does everyone know I'm fuckin ya?” he asked staring at you angrily. You began to stammer on your words “I don't know” You avoided eye contact. you could hear him scoff. “Ya well, there's no way someone saw us last night so clearly you blabbed off somewhere”.
You looked at him “Daryl I didn't mean to it just slipped out while I was talking to Amy and Andrea I didn't expect them to tell everyone.” You could see him glance at your lips before he looked away from you. He sighed thinking about the lack of privacy you guys were about to have. “How can I make it up to you?” you asked him in hopes he wouldn't push you away.
You could see something inside him light up as a smirk appeared on his face. “Get on your knees,” he said going for his belt. “I’m sorry, what?” you said with a shocked expression but doing as he said. “Right here? are you sure? Everyone's gonna kn-..” You were cut off by Daryl shoving himself inside your mouth. “Fuck” He groaned in response to the warmth of your mouth. His salty precum mixed in with your saliva as he gripped your hair and began to thrust inside your mouth. His movements were deep and rough hitting the back of your throat and making you gag each time.
the lewd noises of your gagging and his dick slamming into the back of his throat was sending Daryl over the edge. He was grunting and growling as he began to fuck your face roughly. His fingers gripped onto your hair roughly as he pulled out of your mouth to give you a moment to breathe, the emptiness causing you to gasp for air and moan.
he smirked as he began smearing the spit and precum all over your mouth. “From now on I want ya to keep that big mouth of yours shut about what we do in private, ya hear me?” he said. you nodded. “Use your words, sweetheart” he opened your mouth just enough to rest his tip on your tongue. “I understand” You swirled your tongue around his tip. “Good girl, now open back up for me,” he said in a soft husky tone. He slid back into your throat and went back to thrusting roughly. You gripped his thighs to brace yourself as he thrust roughly, his hips bucking and slowing slightly when you began to suck and use your tongue on him.
“Shit Y/N “ He leaned his head back in pleasure and thrusted into your mouth one last time as he came. He pulled out and began situating himself leaving you covered in spit and cum. He looked at you one last time before smirking again and walking off.
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