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ﾒ Fandom’s : Resident Evil, The Last of Us, The Walking Dead, Attack on Titan, One Piece

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Kinktober - 2023

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The Weight of a Name

[Peter Parker x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: He believed the entire world had forgotten Peter Parker, until the girl he never spoke to in class said his name. [Gif Creds: manny-jacinto]

WC: 1026

Category: Slight Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

First Peter Parker fic in celebration of the trailer drop ✨💃

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His face changed in an instant.

The easy, half-apologetic smile Peter had been wearing—sorry, my bad, let me help—froze, then cracked. His brown eyes widened, pupils blowing out like he’d been hit with a flashbang. The color drained from his already pale cheeks, leaving the faint acne scars and the sheen of nervous sweat stark against his skin. His mouth parted, lips forming a silent what? before any sound could escape.

You blinked up at him, crouched on the grimy New York sidewalk, one hand steadying your precariously tall stack of books, the other hovering over the scattered ones at your feet. The world kept moving—the rumble of the subway beneath the pavement, the wail of a distant siren, the shuffle of pedestrians flowing around the two of you like water around stones. But in the sudden, suffocating vacuum between you and him, all of that noise simply dissolved.

"Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry," he’d been saying just a second ago, a familiar, breathless rush. He’d bumped into you—a classic traffic jam on the sidewalk—and your world had tipped sideways. Physics took over. Textbooks on organic chemistry and literary theory splayed out across the concrete like a fan.

He remembered you. He was sure of it. You sat two rows ahead and one to the left in Mr. Harrison’s history class. You never spoke, but he knew you were one of the smartest kids in the room, your hand perpetually in the air while he was usually trying to calculate if he had enough web fluid for patrol later that night. He’d seen you in the halls—a quiet, focused presence that never seemed to intersect with the chaotic orbit of himself, MJ, and Ned.

You smiled, a small, polite curve of your lips as you both reached for the same copy of The Great Gatsby. Your fingers had brushed.

"It’s okay, happens all the time." You had said, gathering the last book and tucking it into your stack. Then you looked him in the eye, a brief, friendly glance of acknowledgment, and said the words that had just short-circuited his entire nervous system.

"See you around, Peter."

And just like that, the universe tilted on its axis.

You’d pushed yourself to your feet, adjusting your bag, giving him another polite smile before turning to merge back into the river of people on the sidewalk. The moment was over—a simple, forgettable bump with a vague acquaintance from high school.

Except it wasn’t.

Wait.

His lungs seized. The name echoed in the hollow of his chest, a ghost of a sound, but it was the most real thing he’d heard in an eternity. Peter. Not "hey, kid" or "that guy" or the frustrated sigh of a landlord who never knew his renter’s name. Peter. Said with the casual familiarity of someone who had always known it.

A frantic, desperate energy seized him. He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t let you walk away and vanish back into the faceless crowd, leaving him to wonder if he’d finally, truly lost it.

"Wait!"

He shot forward, a burst of speed that felt more like a spider’s leap than a human’s jog. He caught your arm just above the elbow. It was a gentle touch, barely any pressure, but you stopped instantly, turning back to him with a look of surprise, your brow furrowed. Your books wobbled in your arms.

His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in a silent room. He leaned in, not caring that he was blocking the flow of foot traffic, that a businessman had to sidestep him with an annoyed grunt. All that mattered was your face, your confused eyes, and the five letters he needed to hear again.

"Wait," he repeated, his voice raspy, thin. "What… what did you say?"

Your confusion deepened, a small line creasing between your brows. You glanced from his wild-eyed face down to where he was still touching your sleeve, then back up again.

"Uh…" you hesitated, clearly thrown by the intensity of his reaction. "I just said, ‘see you around’?"

"No, before that. The… the last part." He could barely breathe the words out. Please. Please say it again. Let him know he wasn’t hallucinating, that the loneliness hadn’t finally cracked him open.

You blinked, slow and deliberate, as if trying to decipher a foreign language. A flicker of something like concern crossed your features.

"Peter?" you said, his name a soft, questioning thing in the city noise. "Are you okay?"

The world shattered around him.

It wasn’t a question of how. He didn’t care how. Not yet. The sheer, overwhelming fact of it crashed over him like a tidal wave. The weight of a year’s worth of invisibility, of nonexistence, suddenly lifted. Air rushed into lungs that had been starved for so long he’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe. A tremor ran through his entire body—a violent, shuddering release of tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding.

He didn’t answer your question. He couldn’t. All he could do was stare, his grip on your sleeve slackening until his fingers just brushed the fabric of your jacket. He was looking at you, but he wasn’t seeing a college student with a stack of books anymore. He was seeing an anchor. A lighthouse in a fog that had swallowed him whole.

A shaky, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips—a broken sound that held the ghost of a sob. He stared at you as if you’d just handed him the entire universe, piece by precious piece.

You, completely unaware of the magnitude of the moment—of the dam you’d just broken—just stood there. You took in the dazed look, the trembling hands, the way he was looking at you like you were a miracle.

And you just looked… concerned. Worried for the weird guy from your old high school who was currently having some kind of meltdown on a public sidewalk.

"Peter," you said again, a little firmer this time, reaching out a hesitant hand. "Seriously. Are you alright?"

And he was. For the first time in what felt like forever, he was more than alright.

He was seen.

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leon being canonically married feels OOC to me?? like he’s still working with the DSO and putting himself in dangerous situations. i understand the sentiment of wanting him to have a place to go home to, but he knows his job could mean he doesn’t go home at all so i just can’t see him wanting to put someone through that. even if it’s ada or claire, i just (personally) don’t see it.

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Leon!!!

LEON?!?!!!

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btw when i write “dom!daryl” it’s not sm dom but rather him loosing himself to the moment and getting a little aggressive, i just tag it as such cuz it gives the energy of it

that man is NOT a dom daddy

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might have to watch this fuckass spinoff so i can write something about this daryl coz oh… oh

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TW: Violence

“Damnit!” You grunt out, struggling against the weight of the man straddling you, trying to push a knife into your chest. Your hands grip around his wrists tightly, nails clawing into his skin in a naive hope it would make him stop. One of your knees was up, against the man’s chest in a desperate attempt to push him off, but he was persistent.

“You ain’t getting outta this, bitch,” the man hissed, sounding worn out despite the smug smile pulling his lips up, “So save us both the trouble and just let it happen.”

You just glare at him, the effort to keep his blade from your chest making it hard to talk. Feeling the tip of the knife breaking your skin brings tears to your eyes, not from pain but from fear. You were going to die.

Suddenly the man is pulled off of you, and you see the look of surprise on his face before an arm wraps around his neck. Relief floods through your body when you see it’s Daryl, using his hold and pure strength to choke the man who almost killed you. Once the man’s face turned purple and his fight died out, Daryl twists and there’s the sickening sound of the man’s neck snapping.

Daryl immediately drops the dead weight and rushes toward you, cupping your face in his hands, bloody from a fight you didn’t see, “Are ya alright?”

“Yeah,” You nod, breathing heavily and flexing your sore hands, “Yeah i’m okay, thank you.”

“Ain’t gotta thank me.” Daryl huffs before taking your arm and pulling you up onto your feet.

It was quiet for a moment, the two of you catching your breath, before you smirk, “That was kinda hot, not gonna lie.”

Daryl looks over at you, and just snorts and turns away, heading towards the exit, “Yer weird.”

You saw the little blush that bloomed on his cheeks, though.

this feels like something that probably been done before but oh well

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˖ ࣪⊹𐙚 Anger Management

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary : The last year of helping Rick build his son’s dream has taken its toll on your boyfriend, luckily for him he has you to take his frustrations out on

Tags : NSFW/MDNI/18+, facefucking and all that accompanies it, angry/rough sex, hair pulling

wc - 2.8k

After showing Rick and Michonne to their room and bidding them goodnight, you follow Daryl through the maze of The Sanctuary to your shared room.

You could tell your boyfriend was angry. Pissed off feeling more correct, especially since he kicked the door in and put his crossbow down on the little table much harder than necessary. Quietly slipping in after him and closing the door, you watch him shrug his vest from his shoulders before bundling the leather and throwing it at the wall. It makes a smacking sound and falls to the floor the same way Daryl collapses onto the bed.

Sighing, you sit next to him, “I take it the talk went well?”

“We’re movin’ ta Hilltop tomorrow.” Daryl huffs, ignoring your sarcasm and bringing his hands up to rub at his eyes. You just nod, having already packed in preparation for this.

“Did he fight you on it?”

“He was ‘Rick’ ‘bout it,” Daryl grumbles into his hands, and you notice the way they shake, “Tryin’ ta be logical and plan and think of the fuckin’ future, like that means anythin’ with our family spread around.”

You nod uselessly and watch your boyfriend with a frown. You agreed with Daryl, of course you did, but you could see how much all of this was affecting him. Disagreeing with Rick, being at the sanctuary, Negan still breathing, It was all visibly weighing on his shoulders. His temper is damn near as thin as it was at the quarry, he’s smoking anytime he finds a cigarette and he doesn’t sleep more than two hours each night.

He was worrying you.

Daryl took a deep breath, one of his so called “calming breaths”, even though you’ve never seen it actually calm him. His hands ball into fists so tight you can hear his skin pulling, and they still shake violently. He was trying to quell his anger, but he’s never been very good at it, at least not since you’ve known him.

There’s an idea in your head, one that’s been there for a while now, but you never really knew how to bring it up. Daryl avoids awkward conversations like it’s his job and bringing up the idea of him using you sexually for anger management would probably make his whole body light up red.

But now, seeing him like this, you figure words were never really necessary with Daryl anyway.

Slowly, you move to stand in front of him before dropping to your knees. Placing your hands on his knees, you watch Daryl move his hands from his eyes to look at you. Through the questioning gaze he shoots you, you can still see the anger there, a harshness that you know isn’t aimed at you.

Never at you.

“What-”

“You look like you could use a bit of a stress reliever,” You mumble, cutting him off and slowly sliding your hands up his thighs, “Let me help.”

Daryl just blinks at you, but his legs widen a little, making room for you and you have to fight off a little smirk, “Don’t gotta.”

“I want to.” You smile, hands sliding back towards his knees before running along his thighs again. Soothing, coaxing, an attempt to relax him even without sexual activity.

After a moment of him just staring at you, Daryl nods and fully spreads his legs for you. You shimmy closer, slotting yourself between his them until your nose is almost touching his crotch. Running your hand over his bulge teasingly, feeling the way it slowly begins to harden, you unclasp and remove his belt before unzipping his jeans. When you pull his cock and balls out you hear Daryl’s breath stutter and watch as his cock hardens even more.

Looking up at Daryl through your lashes, you lean forward, taking his cock in your hand, and place a wet kiss to the underside of his cock head. Daryl’s chest expands with a deep inhale and you watch as he reaches up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

Your eyes never leave his as you continue to press open mouth kisses down his length, watching his sharp gaze harden again and his jaw clench, “Stop teasin’ I ain’t in the mood.”

Smirking, you press your tongue against the smooth skin of Daryl’s dick and lick your way back up to his tip. You place one last kiss on his cock head before wrapping your lips around it and sinking down, ignoring the familiar uncomfortable feeling of him in your throat as you press your nose into his pubic hair.

The groan Daryl lets out is long, and he leans back on his hands, looking ready to let you suck him off like you normally do. When you pull off, sucking his head a little harder as you go, and return to leaving wet kisses along his length, his glare returns and he growls your name, “Thought ya wanted ta help?”

“I do.” You reply, voice already a bit scratchy.

Daryl’s leg shakes a little as you give him a long stroke with your hand and lick along the, now prominent, vein on the underside of his cock, “Then just fuckin’ blow me.”

“If you want something,” You mumble, fluttering your eyelashes, “Then take it.”

Eyes widening just a fraction, Daryl looks down at you with a calculating expression, like he’s trying to read you, “What?”

“You obviously have some pent up frustration,” You start, carefully avoiding the word angry, “So release it. Instead of beating up saviors or fighting with Rick, use me, however you want.”

“Ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Daryl replies quickly, like he’s desperate for you to know that.

You’re shaking your head before he even finishes the sentence, “You won’t. And if you do something I don’t like, I'll tell you.”

It’s quiet for a long moment, and you feel the way Daryl softens in your hand, but you pay it no mind as you keep your gaze locked with his. You wait patiently for him to come to a decision, for him to trust himself enough to have this.

Eventually, he asks, “Ya promise?”

“Promise.” You nod, trying to keep your expression as open as possible, “Trust me, Daryl. Just like I’m trusting you.”

Daryl stares at you for another breath of a second before giving you a quick nod. You smile, bigger than you mean to, and give his cock another long stroke. Daryl’s hips jerk a little at the sudden return of stimulation, and you just repeat your previous words, “Now, if you want something, take it.”

Hesitating for only a moment, Daryl reaches down and curls his fingers in your hair. He pauses, looking at you with a look asking if this was okay and you nod, ready to take this as slow as he needed.

Slowly Daryl guides your head towards his cock, and you instinctually wrap your lips around it again. You hear the breath he takes and feel pressure on your head, his hand pushing your head down further. Relaxing your jaw and minding your teeth, you let his dick slide down your throat.

The grip in your hair tightens and Daryl pulls your head back up, his dick sliding out just to the head, before he pushes you back down. It’s quicker this time, harsher, his cock sliding down your throat so fast this time you gag a little. You felt his dick twitch, and you make an educated guess that he liked the sound you made.

Suddenly Daryl was pulling you off of him completely, and you took a deep breath, coughing a little as you looked up at him. His eyes look wild, his pupils blown and eyelids heavy but his gaze as sharp as ever. You open your mouth to ask what was wrong, but before you could he was already leaning down, crowding into your space as he grips the end of your shirt and yanks it over your head. Your bra is quick to follow, he doesn’t even unclasp it, just yanks it over your head like your top and tosses it to the side.

You chuckle softly at his near frantic movements, and Daryl’s hands are back in your hair, pushing you down onto his cock again. You let him re-enter your mouth, and he sits up a little to bring his other hand to your hair as well, getting a better hold on you to guide you easier. The moan that rolls through your throat at the sudden pull on your hair causes you to gag again.

“Shit.” Daryl hisses, his dick twitching in your mouth again as he starts moving your head up and down, this time much more enthusiastic. You don’t suck his cock though, just simply letting it slide in and out of your mouth. You wanted him to ask for it, you wanted him to tell you to.

With a frustrated growl, you get what you want, “Fuckin’ suck.”

You listen to him and hollow your cheeks, putting pressure around him with your lips. The response was instant. Daryl curls over you, groaning a little and his hands tighten even more in your hair. He picks up speed, pulling you up and down, using you just like you told him to. The whole scene was turning you on, tingling down your spine and settling in your abdomen.

Spit dribbles down from your mouth, coating his cock and glistening your lips. The wet noises were becoming louder and your gags even more, making your eyes water uncontrollably. It was obscene and made your eyes roll back with another moan.

“Ffff-” Daryl hissed, and he suddenly flops down on his back, holding your head still now as he thrusts up and truly begins to fuck your throat, “-uuuuck.”

Your gagging worse now, hands gripping his thighs, nails no doubt digging into his skin painfully. Every thrust he gives is so powerful your nose hurts a bit from hitting his abdomen. You swallow around him every now and then, seeing the way his leg shakes every time you do, and you can tell that he’s getting close.

Just as you begin to mentally prepare yourself to swallow his load, Daryl sits up and pulls you off of him. His grip in your hair is so tight your scalp burns and you try to look at him through your tears, but he’s already adjusting his hold on you. One hand wraps around your bicep and the other curls around your neck, just under your jaw, “Get up.”

It’s an order, one that you have no choice but to follow as he pulls you to your feet. Spinning around, he basically throws you on the bed, hands clawing at your jeans before ripping them and your underwear off. You're laid out underneath him now, completely naked, making you shiver with arousal.

“Yer fuckin’ soaked and I ain’t even touched you yet,” Daryl grunts, voice rough, as he pushes two fingers inside of you without warning. You moan loudly, hands fisting the sheets as your back arches, “Shoulda known you’d get off on this.”

You can’t reply properly, only with whines and whimpers as Daryl curls his fingers and rubs that sensitive spot inside of you. His free hand comes up to wrap around your throat again, keeping you still as he relentlessly finger fucks you.

“Daryl,” You moan, reaching down to grab his arm. Not to push him away or pull him closer, just hold it, grounding yourself with the touch.

Your eyes close involuntarily as you lose yourself to his ministrations, and Daryl’s hand tightens around your throat, “Open yer eyes,”

Doing as he says, when you open your eyes you finally register the look on his face. His eyebrows are pinched together, eyes dark and unfocused, and his mouth is pulled into a scowl. Daryl’s fully pouring his pent up anger into you and it’s wonderful, “Keep ‘em on me.”

Nodding quickly you keep your eyes glued to him. You watch the way his eyes move between yours and down between your legs, watching your hips begin to roll on his fingers. Daryl adds a third finger and your hands tighten on his arm, steadying yourself and giving them something to do.

When he quickly removes his fingers, you let out a pathetic whine and you try to pull him back. Daryl’s hand slips from your throat, prying your hands away as he snaps, “Ya want my dick in ya or not?”

You blink before nodding, for probably the millionth time, “Yes, please yes.”

You’re flipped over on your stomach suddenly, and you hear the groan in his voice as Daryl says, “Then stay still.”

You try to, but your hips have a mind of their own, rocking back onto nothing. The hand placed between your shoulder blades is rough against your skin, and it pushes you down into the mattress. You turn your head to the side in order to breath, and you look at Daryl through your peripheral vision. He’s glaring at you, and you whimper softly as you force yourself still.

“There you go,” Daryl mutters, sliding his cock between your folds and gives a teasing push of his cock head at your entrance, before sheathing himself inside of you completely, “Jus’ keep bein’ good for me.”

You moan into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets so tightly you wouldn’t be surprised if they ripped.

Daryl stills like that, fully seated inside of you, letting you adjust to the feeling of being stretched. It’s barely five seconds before he asks, voice tight and strained, “You good?”

“Move,” is the only thing that comes out of your mouth, “Don’t stop.”

He’s moving immediately, thrusting in and out of you fast and brutal. Daryl’s hips slap against your ass hard, skin smacking together making loud clapping sounds. It’s good, better than good, it’s enough to bring tears back to your eyes as your chest heaves a sob.

Daryl slides his hand on your back up along your neck and into your hair again, gripping it tight and pulling your head back. His mouth is open, breathy grunts falling from his lips with every push in, “God, yer like a bitch in heat.”

One of your hands reaches back, grabbing the material of his jeans on his thigh like you’re encouraging him to keep going, proving his point. Daryl leans forward, kissing the expanse of your shoulders, lips dragging across your skin to the side of your neck. He mouths at your pulse, sucking a mark into your throat that’ll surely be dark and telling tomorrow.

His hand untangles from your hair and your head drops back down, your body so thoroughly fucked out you can’t hold it up. Daryl stops thrusting for a moment, moving to place his hands on each side of your head, before starting back up. It’s faster, harder, the slapping of his hips on your ass almost painful.

Your legs are shaking and you clench around him as you feel the telltale signs of your orgasm fast approaching, “Daryl i’m- I-”

“Go ahead,” Daryl grunts, sounding like he had to pull the words from his throat, “Cum, let me feel it.”

It only takes one more thrust before you do. Moaning his name, you cum so hard your vision is covered in sparkles, hips pushing back to prolong the feeling as you clamp down around him.

“Fuck,” Daryl grits out, dropping to his elbows and rolling his hips, not letting up. You’re sobbing into the sheets from overstimulation before he, with a deep moan, pulls out and cums on your back. It’s hot and shoots up so far you feel it land between your shoulders.

You’re both breathing heavily, panting so hard your chest hurts. Daryl pulls out, making you both hiss, before rolling off of you and dropping onto the bed. Neither of you say anything, just take a moment to calm down and catch your breath. Your eyes grow heavy, body relaxing, goosebumps rising on your skin as the cold air covers your naked body.

A rustling sound brought your attention back to Daryl, and you watch as he pulls his jeans the rest of the way off, dropping them onto the floor. His head turns to look at you, and you notice the sated expression on his face. His eyes were calmer than you’d seen in months, maybe years. You smile at him, and the look in his eyes softens just a little more.

Then, Daryl whispers a quiet, “Thank you.”

Your smile widens, almost goofy, as you reply with a little giggle, “Trust me, it was my pleasure.”

Daryl snorts a laugh, and it’s the best sound in the world, one you’ve missed so much. You drag yourself closer to him, ignoring the ache slowly settling in your body, and kiss him softly. He reaches a hand up to cup your face, kissing you back just as softly and you can’t help but smile.

next up is sub!daryl🙂‍↕️

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Daryl: *smoking*

Y/N: *watching* canyoupleaseputthatoutonme-

Daryl: what?

Y/N: WHAT NOTHING-

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TW : smoking

“Hey.” You call out, waiting for Daryl to look up at you before tossing the pack of cigarettes you were holding at him.

He catches it with ease before looking at it, inspecting it, even opening it and looking inside as if the weight of the packet didn’t indicate it was full. Daryl looks back up at you almost stunned, “Where the hell did you get this?”

“Bought it in a little shop on main street,” You shrug, “They even have weed, guess it’s legal now.”

Daryl snorts as he pulled a hand rolled cigarette from the pack and retrieved his lighter. Quickly lighting it, the flame burning the end to glow cherry red, he inhales and you watch his shoulder sag. Daryl’s eyes close as he exhales, and you swear you heard him let out a little groan.

Reopening his eyes, Daryl looks back at you and shakes the little packet, “Thanks.”

“Worth it if you stop being so grumpy.” You tease, crossing your arms over your chest.

Shooting you a glare, Daryl pockets his lighter and new cigarettes, inhaling again. Smoke curls around the both of you and the smell is comforting, something you never thought it would be. You missed the distinct scent of tobacco lingering onto Daryl.

Maybe the cigarettes were for you as much as they were for him. 

it’s been awhile since i’ve watched season 11 so if my memory of commonwealth is wrong oh well

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Rick Grimes x Younger Fem!Reader

── .✦ rick doesn’t handle the idea of you leaving with abraham’s group very well ꒰ MDNI/18+, age gap (reader is early/mid 20s), sexual tension, dark/toxic!rick lowkey꒱ wc : 1.5k Part Two

Every breath you take burns as the adrenaline and terror slowly leave your body. Seeing the last of Terminus dead on the ground lifted a weight off your chest. They were no better than walkers.

It was deathly silent.

“It could’ve been us.” Rick said and you looked up, noticing that the rest of the group were staring blankly at the carnage, same as you.

“Yeah.” Sasha breathed out, voice shaking, and then stumbling back into the room where Bob was.

“I’m going to do a perimeter check,” Rick announced, already heading to the doors of the church. “Make sure nobody’s out there and do another sweep for Carol and Daryl.”

You immediately followed behind him, “I’ll come with you.”

“No.” Was all Rick replied with, his steps never faltering.

“Every time someone has gone off alone lately they’ve either gotten hurt or vanished.” You snapped, picking up your pace to better match his, “I’m coming with you.”

Once the two of you reached the door, Rick turned to look at you. His eyes met yours, one hand resting on his gun and the other grabbing the handle of the door. A breath of a moment passed, the two of you staring at each other, before Rick tugged the door open and walked out.

But he stepped just outside, holding the door open for you.

You gave him a small nod and followed him out.

It was pitch black outside. Quiet, except for the occasional owl and the leaves crunching under your feet. As the two of you weaved through the trees, carefully circling the church, you couldn’t get your hands to stop shaking.

You could still feel the blood drying on your skin.

Shaking your head you decided to distract yourself from the thought of what just happened. There was a topic of conversation you wanted to discuss with Rick, and now was as good a time as any, “Do you really believe that Eugene has a cure?”

There was a long moment of silence, so long you almost thought he hadn’t heard you, before he replied curtly, “I don’t know.”

You nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see you, “I don’t know if I do either, but I want to.”

Another long moment of silence stretched before you finally worked up the courage to say what you really wanted to, “I think I want to go to DC with Glenn and them.”

Rick stopped so abruptly you almost ran right into his back.

“What?” The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. But you stood your ground, straightening your back and looking at Rick as you replied.

“I want to go to DC.”

“And you will,” he said slowly, almost threatening, and you clenched your jaw, “after we find Daryl and Carol.”

“Rick-“

“No!” Rick snapped too loudly, and hissed at himself before stepping closer to you, his face now inches away from yours as he repeats himself quietly, “No.”

You stare at him for a breath, looking at his eyes and how they were all but glowing in the dark of the night. Framed by sticky drops of blood and hard as stone and you asked a whispered, “Why?”

And it was a loaded question, Rick knew that, you know he does, because the two of you have been dancing around each other for an absurd amount of time. Long before this moment, long before the prison fell, even before Lori died.

It started with a drunken, lingering touch in the hallway of the CDC. It was barely anything, but it was enough to keep your gaze on him at the farm. A gaze that he met time and again.

But that’s all it ever was, lingering touches and too long looks, because he was married with a kid on the way. Then his wife died and he didn’t… handle it very well, and you didn’t want to be that person, the type to go after a grieving man. So you figured you’d wait for him to make a move, wait until he was ready if there really was something between you.

It’s been almost a year though, maybe even has been, and now there’s the possibility of a cure. You can’t just pass that up for a maybe.

“Because.” Rick said after long pause, taking a step back and looking away from you, like he only just noticed how close he had gotten to you.

You huffed a breath of frustration and think, fuck it, “Rick, I think I’ve made it pretty clear how I feel about you. And I thought that maybe you might feel the same, but if you don’t, if nothing is going to happen between us, I need you to tell me. I can’t keep doing this.”

Rick just stood there, quietly, not meeting your gaze. He brought his hands up to rest on his hips and took a deep breath. You watched him the whole time, waiting for him to respond with a breath of air stuck in your lungs.

After an agonizing minute, Rick finally spoke, “You’re too young.”

You blinked, and then blinked again. The bit of air in your lungs came out in a humorless laugh, “Are you serious?”

“I’m almost twice your age-“

“Rick we just got done killing a group of people.” You snapped and that finally pulled the man’s gaze back on you.

“We had to.”

“Yes, we did.” You agreed, nodding as you crossed your arms over your chest, “But that’s my point, we’re living in a world where the dead come back to life and we have to kill living people in churches to survive. I highly doubt that anyone cares about you dating someone younger than you.”

Rick let out a frustrated huff and began to say your name but you quickly cut him off, “If this is really how you feel then fine, I’ll respect that, but I’m going to DC.”

“No-“

“Yes, Rick, Yes.” You said, hearing your growing anger lace into your words, “Because it’s not your call, it’s mine.”

Your echo of Glenn’s earlier words didn’t deter the leader though as he retook his previous step, standing close and in your face, “You are not leaving, I won’t let you.”

“Let me?” You scoffed, shaking your head, “You’re not letting me do shit. What the hell are you going to do to stop me, huh? How do you plan on-”

That seemed to be Rick’s snapping point because suddenly he was moving closer, forcing you to back up until you were pressed against a tree. His words laced with venom as he all but spit them at you, “I will break your fucking legs if I have to, if you push me to, in order to keep you from going. You understand?”

Your eyes widened in pure shock, your blood turning into ice. Fear creeped its way into your chest, but something else bloomed in your stomach. Something that you really didn’t think was an appropriate response to his words, his threat.

The two of you just stood there, letting the words hang heavy in the air. You could feel the way the tension rose, the way the energy shifted, and you watched Ricks hard gaze shift. His eyes slipping down to look at your lips, his head leaning just a little closer, and for a fleeting moment you thought he was going to kiss you.

But then his eyes grew wide, wider than yours maybe, looking stunned at his own words. Rick quickly stumbled away from you, either just now realizing what he said or the gravity of what he said.

You let out a shuttering breath, relaxing a little with the space between the two of you, and carful whispered, “Rick?”

“You need- You need to go back to the church.” Rick stuttered out, taking a step to the side, and started to walk away.

“Rick-” You repeated, but didn’t move to stop him, staying firmly planted where you were as your body shook.

“Go back to the church.” Was all Rick said before he left, disappearing into the dark woods and leaving you with your head spinning in confusion.

It took you a couple of seconds before you peeled yourself off of the tree, taking staggering steps back to your family. Your mind was blank the whole way back, just an echo of Rick’s words replaying in your head over and over.

The door to the church creaked when you opened it, and again when you closed it.

“Where’s Rick?” A voice asked, piercing through your foggy mind and you looked up to see Glenn looking at you with worry.

“He’s… in one of his moods. Told me to come back.” You replied, not necessarily lying.

Glenn nodded, still looking at you with a worried expression, “You okay?”

You hesitated for a second, wondering how to respond before settling on, “Yeah, just going to miss you guys when you leave tomorrow.”

…okay so listen

part 2 is already done i’m just waiting to post it for suspense

[pillow-princess-69]

I DONT THINK THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GET ME THIS HOT AN BOTHERED????

MISS GIRL???!!!! COME TO THE FRONT. Matter of fact take the throne, the crown and the people because hot DAMN.

“I will break your fucking legs if I have to”

[stuckinthesun]

listen weed makes me have visions and sober me has to share them with the people 🫡

no but i honestly thought it was a bit TOO dark when i posted it so thank you for quelling my fears 😭🙏 i’m glad you liked it!

[stuckinthesun]

would you consider writing a rick grimes fic where maybe like the night in the barn in season 5 the group are in close proximity and the reader and rick are getting down and dirty (hes dirty talking FILTHY) but the rest of the group are still awake and hear them? like her moaning and saying dirty shit and some of them enjoying listening? daryl and abraham)🙈

Hi!! so this may not be exactly what you had in mind but the prompt gave me a vision and now we have this 😭

Tags : voyeurism, semi-public sex, dirty talk (poorly written probably), ricks kind of a dick

You couldn’t sleep after the storm. The rest of your family all but collapsed once the danger passed, but not you. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through your veins, making your heart race.

Lucky for you though, you weren’t the only one.

“God, you’re fucking desperate for it.” Rick hissed in your ear, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you fucked yourself on his cock.

Rick had pulled you into the little room at the front of the barn. Not a word was spoken, he just took your wrist and lead the way, you following behind him without question. The moment the door closed you were on each other, mouths connecting in a rough kiss as you ripped each other’s pants off.

Now the two of you sat on the dirty, hay covered floor, fucking like animals in heat.

You were straddling Rick, bouncing up and down on his cock and moaning into your hand. Ricks hold on you was sure to leave bruises as he guided your movements, rolling your hips with each come down.

“I don’t even have to do anything, just sit back and watch you fall apart on my cock.” Rick smirked, confident and relaxed. His eyes gave him away, though, showing you just how much your movements were affecting him. Glazed over, pupils blown and eyelids fluttering closed here and there. It was that look that made you moan a little too loud.

One of Ricks hands slid up your body to grip the back of your neck, pulling down to tuck your head into his shoulder, “Shh baby, not too loud. Unless you want an audience, of course.”

You moan into his shirt, moving your hips impossibly faster.

Then there was a noticeable pause. You expected Rick to make a mean comment, tease you about your obvious reaction to being watched. Instead he was quiet, so quiet were almost worried. But then, Rick did something unexpected.

He laughed.

Rick gave genuine laugh, one straight from his belly, and you frowned. Pausing your movements, painful as it was, you tried to lean back to ask him what was so funny. You barely lifted your head before Rick was grabbing your jaw and forcibly turning your head around, “Looks like we’ve already got one.”

You blink wide eyed as you look through the, apparently not, closed door to see Daryl.

Despite how dark it was, you could see him with the moonlight peaking through the barn doors. He was clearly embarrassed about being caught, his thumb caught between his teeth in that nervous habit of his, but he wasn’t leaving. Daryl stood leaning against one of the barn’s beams, eyes glued to you and Rick.

You involuntarily clenched around Rick, causing him to groan before he hissed in your ear, “Turn around, face him.”

Standing on shaky legs, you do as he says. Ricks cock sliding out of you caused a shiver of loss to roll through you, but the slide back in with the new angle made your eyes roll back. The feeling only intensified when your eyes met Daryl’s again.

You watch him straighten up a little, adjusting his lean on the barn beam, and his thumb lowers from his mouth.

A whine crawls out of your throat and you feel Rick lean in close to your ear, “Now, be good and put on a show for him.”

Nodding, you reach back to place your hands on Ricks hips for some stability and begin moving again. You lift yourself up and down, rolling your hips every so often, enjoying the new position. You felt Ricks hand reach up to slap over your mouth, silencing your overly loud cries.

And the whole time, you kept your eyes locked with Daryl’s.

The other man was clearly affected, once again shifting his stance and loosely crossing one leg over the other. Daryl’s gaze was shifting between you and Rick, and you had no doubt that your leader was also watching the hunter.

“You’re gonna cum like this, aren’t you?” Rick whispers in your ear, “Riding my dick while Daryl watches, wishing he was fucking you instead.”

Another noise forces it’s way out of your mouth, nodding again around Ricks grip on your jaw. You watch as Daryl suddenly rubs the heel of his hand against his crotch, and you just barely hear him give a hissed “Fuck.”

The sight makes you clench around Rick as you roll your hips down, feeling him deep inside of your pussy. He groans, a little louder this time, and you feel his head drop onto your shoulder blade.

“Come on baby, show him how good I make you feel,” Rick says, voice strained and his grip tightening, “Cum for me and make him hate that it’s not for him.”

The coil of heat in your abdomen boils over before you even register its there, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. Your nails dig into Ricks hips, sobbing into his hand, and with another groan you feel Rick cum. He fills you up, fucking his seed deep inside of you as your hips stutter in their movements.

It was all so much that you almost forgot you were being watched. Opening your teary eyes, though, you were met with Daryl’s sharp gaze and another wave of pleasure shot down your spine. The man was clearly hard, the tent in his worn jeans unmistakable. One of his hands slides down to once again palm at his erection, while the other covers his mouth.

Daryl looked nothing short of desperate.

Rick gently lifts you up, sliding his spent cock out of your still spasming pussy, and chuckles, “Now he gets to deal with the consequences of his actions.”

voyer daryl feels very correct to me tbh also rick thinking daryl’s jealous because he wants to fuck you when actually daryl’s enjoying watching rick just as much as he’s enjoying watching you hehehe

[chxrryhansen]

i absolutely love this!! thankyou for bringing my idea to life🫶🏼 the way rick loves that daryl’s watching but still shows his possessiveness over us *chefs kiss*

[stuckinthesun]

ahhh thank YOU for giving me the idea honestly because it was like my third eye was opened 🫶

[stuckinthesun]

currently writing daryl fics like i’m alexander hamilton

got not one but TWO oneshots in the works and a series if i actually finish it i don’t want to post anything unless i finish it cuz im tired of posting unfinished stuff

[stuckinthesun]

me writing for rick: what’s the filthiest thing i can come up with?? i need it HORNY i need it DIRTY i need him BIBLICALLY

me writing for daryl: is this in character? wait he wouldn’t say that shit i need to start over

[stuckinthesun]

now what if i wrote a version of The Jacket but for daryl and his vest 😗

[stuckinthesun]

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[stuckinthesun]

would you consider writing a rick grimes fic where maybe like the night in the barn in season 5 the group are in close proximity and the reader and rick are getting down and dirty (hes dirty talking FILTHY) but the rest of the group are still awake and hear them? like her moaning and saying dirty shit and some of them enjoying listening? daryl and abraham)🙈

Hi!! so this may not be exactly what you had in mind but the prompt gave me a vision and now we have this 😭

Tags : voyeurism, semi-public sex, dirty talk (poorly written probably), ricks kind of a dick

You couldn’t sleep after the storm. The rest of your family all but collapsed once the danger passed, but not you. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through your veins, making your heart race.

Lucky for you though, you weren’t the only one.

“God, you’re fucking desperate for it.” Rick hissed in your ear, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you fucked yourself on his cock.

Rick had pulled you into the little room at the front of the barn. Not a word was spoken, he just took your wrist and lead the way, you following behind him without question. The moment the door closed you were on each other, mouths connecting in a rough kiss as you ripped each other’s pants off.

Now the two of you sat on the dirty, hay covered floor, fucking like animals in heat.

You were straddling Rick, bouncing up and down on his cock and moaning into your hand. Ricks hold on you was sure to leave bruises as he guided your movements, rolling your hips with each come down.

“I don’t even have to do anything, just sit back and watch you fall apart on my cock.” Rick smirked, confident and relaxed. His eyes gave him away, though, showing you just how much your movements were affecting him. Glazed over, pupils blown and eyelids fluttering closed here and there. It was that look that made you moan a little too loud.

One of Ricks hands slid up your body to grip the back of your neck, pulling down to tuck your head into his shoulder, “Shh baby, not too loud. Unless you want an audience, of course.”

You moan into his shirt, moving your hips impossibly faster.

Then there was a noticeable pause. You expected Rick to make a mean comment, tease you about your obvious reaction to being watched. Instead he was quiet, so quiet were almost worried. But then, Rick did something unexpected.

He laughed.

Rick gave genuine laugh, one straight from his belly, and you frowned. Pausing your movements, painful as it was, you tried to lean back to ask him what was so funny. You barely lifted your head before Rick was grabbing your jaw and forcibly turning your head around, “Looks like we’ve already got one.”

You blink wide eyed as you look through the, apparently not, closed door to see Daryl.

Despite how dark it was, you could see him with the moonlight peaking through the barn doors. He was clearly embarrassed about being caught, his thumb caught between his teeth in that nervous habit of his, but he wasn’t leaving. Daryl stood leaning against one of the barn’s beams, eyes glued to you and Rick.

You involuntarily clenched around Rick, causing him to groan before he hissed in your ear, “Turn around, face him.”

Standing on shaky legs, you do as he says. Ricks cock sliding out of you caused a shiver of loss to roll through you, but the slide back in with the new angle made your eyes roll back. The feeling only intensified when your eyes met Daryl’s again.

You watch him straighten up a little, adjusting his lean on the barn beam, and his thumb lowers from his mouth.

A whine crawls out of your throat and you feel Rick lean in close to your ear, “Now, be good and put on a show for him.”

Nodding, you reach back to place your hands on Ricks hips for some stability and begin moving again. You lift yourself up and down, rolling your hips every so often, enjoying the new position. You felt Ricks hand reach up to slap over your mouth, silencing your overly loud cries.

And the whole time, you kept your eyes locked with Daryl’s.

The other man was clearly affected, once again shifting his stance and loosely crossing one leg over the other. Daryl’s gaze was shifting between you and Rick, and you had no doubt that your leader was also watching the hunter.

“You’re gonna cum like this, aren’t you?” Rick whispers in your ear, “Riding my dick while Daryl watches, wishing he was fucking you instead.”

Another noise forces it’s way out of your mouth, nodding again around Ricks grip on your jaw. You watch as Daryl suddenly rubs the heel of his hand against his crotch, and you just barely hear him give a hissed “Fuck.”

The sight makes you clench around Rick as you roll your hips down, feeling him deep inside of your pussy. He groans, a little louder this time, and you feel his head drop onto your shoulder blade.

“Come on baby, show him how good I make you feel,” Rick says, voice strained and his grip tightening, “Cum for me and make him hate that it’s not for him.”

The coil of heat in your abdomen boils over before you even register its there, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. Your nails dig into Ricks hips, sobbing into his hand, and with another groan you feel Rick cum. He fills you up, fucking his seed deep inside of you as your hips stutter in their movements.

It was all so much that you almost forgot you were being watched. Opening your teary eyes, though, you were met with Daryl’s sharp gaze and another wave of pleasure shot down your spine. The man was clearly hard, the tent in his worn jeans unmistakable. One of his hands slides down to once again palm at his erection, while the other covers his mouth.

Daryl looked nothing short of desperate.

Rick gently lifts you up, sliding his spent cock out of your still spasming pussy, and chuckles, “Now he gets to deal with the consequences of his actions.”

voyer daryl feels very correct to me tbh also rick thinking daryl’s jealous because he wants to fuck you when actually daryl’s enjoying watching rick just as much as he’s enjoying watching you hehehe