thinking about being rick and daryl’s younger girlfriend who wants to be independent and take care of herself but your boys won’t allow it. they want to be the ones to take care of you and keep you out of harm’s way. so sometimes they have to punish you when you worry them by unnecessarily - in their opinion - putting yourself at risk. you wanna argue but you get so wet when rick spanks you and it feels even better when daryl smooths over the red marks on your ass. then when they fuck you dumb so well on their cocks, how could you say no? it’s easier to let them take care of you and just focus on being their sweet girlfriend
yes yes yes!!!! it's all about the crown that sits atop your head that they'll knock out of its crooked position, kissing away glib expressions with patronizing swats against your bum. why, in their right mind, would they not sustain that naivety that swarms behind your blown-out pupils, soothing it and nurturing it until you're trailing after their dutiful words with 'yes, sir,' or 'no, sir.'
daryl's forever the knight in shining armor, his breastplate glimmering with the reflection of your prideful smile when you tuck into his chest, throwing a wayward glance over your shoulder with eyes narrowed and lips pursed in a pout. "that was too hard." you state simply. "that hurt."
rick wipes his hands dry from the water he was running them under, eyes already rolling with the heavy footsteps that thud against the carpeted bedroom floor. "was s'posed to hurt," he reminds you, sighing with the effort it takes to find a seat on the edge of the bed. "y'know the rules."
daryl peels back the tight elastic of your leggings, wincing with the blotchy handprints that paint your upper thighs and bottom. "c'mon, man," he drawls in that thick southern tone, glancing up through his eyelashes. "ain't no way she was that bad."
"just moved his gun, that's all," you excuse with wet eyes, cheeks puffing with the effort of another sour face. "had to look in the drawer f'something and it was in the way."
rick rubs tiredly at his eyes. "that's bullshit, and you know it," he gravels, and you tuck in tighter against daryl's lazy hold. "gun was on the bed b'fore i left, 'n it was on the dresser, chamber open when i got back."
your forehead falls against the top of daryl's skull, his shag tickling at your nose from your standing position, the brunet lounging on the loveseat in the corner of the room as he embraces you between his legs. it hides the bashful warmth of your cheeks, the telling lilt of your lips in their reveal of the fibs spit through the back of your teeth. "y'learned 'yer lesson, pup?" the man underneath you purls, and you nod solemnly.
"yeah."
"and what's that?" rick's head cocks to the side, brilliant blue irises dotting out of sight when he narrows them again.
you huff, exaggerated tears worrying on your waterline. ".. let the big boys handle the gross stuff."
Hey fic dealer.. I am hereby requesting a fluff rickyl fic in which they (not in a relationship…. Yet) accidentally fall asleep next to each other Somewhere
runs away
teehee!! giggles n kicks my feet,,, anyways i dont write enough enough fluff (i prefer angst lwk) so i always forget how nice it is,, im glad 2 be ur fic dealer twin,, i will always be here to give u more rickyl (cause ur why i lwk fell in love with the ship curse u!!) again character critques welcomed,,, reuqests still open for x reader n ships,,,
"good job for today." ricks hand pats daryls back, the other mans seemed to have been elsewhere for a while now.
daryl had been tired the whole day, a restless nights sleep had left him tossing and turning the whole night. he wanted nothing more then to get back to camp and rest for the night. "yeah." was all he said in response.
his movements were groggy as he tried to keep his eyes open. "you know, we can rest here for a bit. wouldn't want to run into any trouble while you're like this."
daryl wanted to say no, that he didn't need to rest, but god the idea of sitting down for ten minutes was far too good.
"alright, ten minutes." sliding down the side of a tree daryl was quick to get comfortable, rick followed suit taking a spot next to daryl. he watched at daryls eyes started to flutter shut, daryl was totally knackered.
rick couldn't blame him, the stress of the world was something everyone had been struggling to deal with. lost in his own thoughts rick had paid no mind to how daryls head started to sway, it was only the moment he felt it land on him he realized.
quickly ricks body tensed up, sure they had shared a few passing touches but having daryls head on him while the man slept? it felt too romantic for him to handle.
rick didn't want this to end, he knew he would have to wake daryl up at some point but still. the world just seemed so much more quiet now, only having sounds of nature passing through his ears like a lullaby.
his own eyes started to droop, the quiet comfort from daryls sleeping body lured him in. with his eyes closing shut, his head followed gravity laying itself on top of daryls.
time passed, the two of them laying against each other. daryl was the first to wake up, feeling something laying on his head he was quick to get worried.
noticing ricks body right beside him and his head laying on ricks shoulder, he was quick to put the pieces together. daryl couldn't deny how good it felt to relax right next to rick.
he was sure rick wouldn't appreciate the feelings he had from the other man. so having a moment just to soak in how close there bodies were was enough for him.
daryl decided to keep still, letting the other man rest for as long as he needed. he hoped it would be for a while.
you skipped into the living room where you saw you father and his best friends, daryl and rick. they were sitting on the couch each with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. "hey, daddy" you smiled, placing an innocent kiss on your father's cheek before greeting his friends. "honey, do me a favour and bring me another scotch please" he handed you his empty glass. you nodded before taking it and walking over to the bar.
as you walked back you couldn't help but notice how rick and daryl would send glances to one another after staring at your ass.
23:11
it's been a few hours and the laughter had died down, you tip toed downstairs to see your father passed out on the couch whilst rick and daryl still chatting "oh sorry, did we wake ya?" daryl smiled, you nodded no before returning a smile too. "i'm going to bed" you ran a hand through your hair after placing a blanket on your snoring father. you said your goodnights before you went upstairs.
you weren't going to bed.
you slowly closed the door before throwing on some boots and a jacket and opening the window. "jesus" you sighed looking down at the distance between you and the ground out the window, you'd never snuck out before, let alone a double storey house. you turned back around, biting your lip while thinking. your eyes lit up as you grabbed the sheets, making knots with them in which you can climb out the window with, 'god this is so cliche' you thought before giggling to yourself. you threw the sheet out the window before climbing out, planting your feet on the windowsill.
you slowly but surely climbed down finally hitting the ground as quietly as possible. you pulled the sheets down and hid them in the bushes before walking down the streets of Alexandria.
you felt like a rebel, you never imagined sneaking out especially an outbreak in a safe zone. it made you think about life before.
you tried to sneak out, but your father would have a heart attack and give you that stupid speech, 'i was your age once'
now your father has a heart attack when you have a slight fever.
oh how times have changed.
you walk into the vacant house in which you use to store booze, the same booze your father thinks he already drank. you popped open the tequila bottle, not bothering to look for a glass and took a tiny sip. you plopped yourself down onto the old, dusty couch and stared into the night sky. it was beautiful.
"well. well. well. look what we have 'ere" your head turned to see daryl and rick standing in the doorway staring at you. "sneakin' out... really sweetheart?" rick looks disappointed. they both walk up to you before sitting on either side of you, daryl snatching the tequila and taking a sip before handing it to rick. "suprised y'ain't meetin' a boy 'ere" daryl looks around making reference to the quiet abandoned house and how no one would be able to hear your activities.
"guys my age don't get it" you scoffed as they both looked at you, "'m sure honey, 'm sure they don' know how to treat a pretty lil thing like ya" rick's smiled at you before licking his lips looking at daryl. you leaned over, pressing your lips against rick's before turning your head to kiss daryl.
"fuck doll" daryl moaned as you sucked on his neck, rick admiring you "let have fun" you smiled as the two men stood up and you got on your knees. they each eagerly unbuckled their pants before you grabbed their cocks in each hand, jerking them off. rick threw his head back as he felt you wrap your mouth around his dick, bobbing forward and back, whilst still stroking daryl.
you turned you head the other way, now your pretty little lips wrapped around daryl's cock, he smirked looking down at your big eyes.
your tongue stuck out as your jerked them both off finally they released their load into your mouth.
you plopped yourself on the couch, pulling your pants down as the two men walked up to you, admiring your now bare sex. "god, baby, so damn gorgeous" daryl smirked before running his hands down your folds, placing a slap on your pussy. "oh god! dare!" your squeal and rick smiled at your voice, "say it baby, louder" he smirked as you whined rick's name. daryl spat on rick's fingers before he slowly put a finger in you as screamed his name.
"jus' like that baby" daryl rubbed your clit, rick fucking you with his fingers. "such a gorgeous slut huh rick?" daryl smiled, "good thing we're 'ere to look after 'er." he said before pouting mockingly. "such a lil tease, in those, short short huh?" rick smiled as he watched you cum again.
and again.
and again.
01:12
"where on earth have you been!" you walked into the house, followed by rick and daryl to your worried father. "she snuck out, but we found 'er" daryl smirk, "what the hell were you thinking!" "clearly i wasn't thinking straight, i'm sorry daddy" you gave him a big hug and he let out a sigh. "it's fine, good thing rick and daryl were there to help you" he nodded at them in appreciation. "oh yes daddy, they definitely helped"
do you think you could do a rick grimes fluff where it’s an established relationship where he’s got a short fuse for everyone else but her and he’s super soft and gentle to her
or rick with a sleepy reader who he just lets fall asleep on his lap as he strokes her hair when he’s in the middle of discussing something important with someone else
ok I'm currently painting my toenails baby pink and got me thinking about rickyl with hyperfeminine!reader. (I know u said rick but this is what my brain said so...enjoy?)
It’s way too late but you can’t really help that you’re a night owl. And besides, the boys are still up, lights on in the living room, the two of them talking strategy for some hoard the group has been tracking for a few weeks. The conversation seems really important so you don’t want to interrupt but you also can’t see all that well since your glasses broke on that run last week and you’ve yet to find any new ones… so you were really hoping someone would help you out.
With your bottle of nail polish in hand, you stand in the doorway, fighting an internal battle of if you should go in or not. So in doubt, you hover, putting a few dishes away in the kitchen. Grabbing some water. Checking the fridge. All while the glass bottle of pink polish becomes warm in your hand. Bare feet padding against the cool hardwood as you finally decide to just go back to bed. The safety of the community is undoubtably more important than your damn toes.
“You alright, angel?” Ricks voice is soft as it travels to your spot on the stairs, swiveling around to see both men eyeing you down. Gaze travveling up your bare legs to your tiny little boy shorts and the oversized sweater with a stretched out collar and way too many holes in it.
“Mhm.” You quip, flashing a candy sweet smile.
“You’re pacin’. What’s up?” Daryl isn’t convinced as he looks you in the eyes, elbows leaned onto his knees. Still in his work clothes. Jacket, vest and jeans. Even his boots are still laced up.
“I just-" you look down at your bare toes. All prepped for paint, cut and filed and screaming at you to give them some colour. “Can one of you help me paint my toes?”
The way both of their faces soften at your answer gives you butterflies. They’re always way too worried. Too on edge. Especially when it comes to you. Wanting to protect you. Keep you safe and healthy and happy. So that’s why when they notice you pacing in the kitchen at half past midnight, they jump to their own little conclusions about what might be wrong. About what could possibly be going on in that beautiful mind of yours.
“C’mhere.” Rick pats a hand on the couch cushion next to him which you happily take. Practically skipping over and plopping down, ass on the cushion and feet in his lap.
He takes the bottle and gives it a little shake before continuing his conversation with Daryl, who doesn’t seem to be listening as attentively as he was before. With you laying on the couch, long legs sprawled out and a sleepy smile on your pretty face, you’ve become quite the distraction.
Ricks hands are warm as he holds your feet, carefully painting each nail, all while he stays talking. You hear snippets like, “- well if we do that, then they’ll just be headed for Oceanside. We need to find a route that makes sense for everyone, even if it means-” but you aren’t really listening. You’re more focused on making heart eyes with Daryl and playing with a loose string on the hem of your sweater. Eyes growing heavy with each coat of paint. The intoxicating, chemical smell that you've weirdly enough grown to love, fills the room and your feet tickle when rick blows cool air on them. Closing the bottle and popping it back into your hand while he leans back and asks Daryl something off topic about a run with Aaron. thumb running over your foot, hand traveling up your calf and gently massaging the muscle there. You sink even further into the couch, all warm and tired and cozier then ever. The combination of Ricks touch sending tingles up your spine, and the drawl of both their voices, act in accordance to lull you right to sleep.
You know that even if you do fall asleep here on the couch, it's no big deal. They'd carry you to bed in a heartbeat. They have before. So you let your eyes flutter shut under the comforting fact that you’re sure to wake up in clean, warm covers with a man on either side of you and two big arms wrapped around your waist.
all images taken from pinterest but moodboard made by me*
stepdad!rick x fem!reader x sdbsf!daryl
MDNI || fingering || masturbation || slight degrading || slight free use || just filth
NOT PROOFREAD
18+ under the cut!
"rick!" you whined as he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "my final answer is no. quit bein' a brat." he took a chug of his beer. "rick, honey, just let her go. it's a party, i'm sure she'll be fine" your mother stroked his peck, you cringe at their affection, he sighed. "there's a curfew for a damn good reason, you're stayin' right here."
you scoffed, "this is so unfair! everyone is going and i'm a grown adult! hello?!" your mom chuckled.
she's finding this behavior from your step-father amusing. isn't that nice? "listen, i'm goin' to drop your mother off at deanna's and daryl's comin' over so get on upstairs"
he's always been a prick but something lately has made him extra annoying. maybe it was because he had to clear his throat and compose himself when you bent over in those little things you call shorts. or when your moms kisses with him get a little more heated, his mind wonders away from her and all the way to you. or maybe because when his came in his fist he groaned your name, saw your face and thought of your sweet pussy. god you were going to be the death of him.
you whined in defeat before heading upstairs to your room, plopping onto the bed and thinking about sneaking out, but you started to think, not about the party but about a certain archer and a certain sheriff.
your night dress flew off leaving you on your back on your bed just in panties. imagining their hands roaming all over your body. "fuck you" you breathed out, wanting to fuck away your irritation towards him. your hand now made it's way down your body, imagining it was your step-father's, while his best friend watched in awe, sliding your fingers inside the thin hem of your panties, you gasped at how wet you were. just at the thought of these men.
two finger's sliding and out you moaned, and squealed, kneading your own breast wishing it was daryl who was kneading it. your eyes snapped open as you gasp for air.
you heard a chuckle. a goddamn chuckle.
"keep going doll, we ain't gonna make ya stop" you turned your head to the side, your eyes widened seeing rick and daryl each leaning against a piece of furniture in your bedroom smirking. "uh i-" you stammered grabbing a blanket to cover your chest. "don't baby, show us what you want huh?" rick gently moved the blanket away, gasping at the sight of you.
you looked way better than what they had imagined.
you bit down on your lip, before nodding. your hand going back down to your panties, "nuh huh" daryl came up to you and pulled your panties down. "c'mon baby" rick mock whined. so you did.
your fingers fucked you as your step-father and his best friend watched.
but that's all they did.
watched.
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it had been a few weeks since rick and daryl watched you cum all over your fingers like a little slut and god did the savour every single moment.
and they knew that they were torturing you by not touching you.
the next week your mother went to deanna's and that same night, rick and daryl found themselves fixated on you, watching you fuck yourself saying their name.
but you've had enough you wanted them, you wanted them to touch you, feel you, fuck you. until your sweet cunt was dripping with their cum.
on a run you found this cute little lingerie outfit, knowing exactly what you were going to do with it. you hid it in your backpack and acted as if you didn't find anything. that night rick dropped your mother off and waited for daryl to arrive knowing exactly what they were going to experience within the next hour.
the door creaked open and you were on your knees, pretty on the bed, that pink lacy outfit fitting perfectly on your skin. rick's eyes widened as daryl let out a chuckle. "well, what's this" rick breathed out feeling the flimsy material, "it's for you and daryl" you looked up innocently, "pretty lil thing ain't ya? right rick?" rick looked befuddled before looking over at daryl, "we're gonna fuck the life out of her, ain't we daryl?" daryl's eyes lit up as rick pushed you down onto the bed.
daryl got in between your legs, pulling down your panties as rick moved away, leaving you in the cute little top. daryl unbuckled his belt before cursing, jerking himself off while looking at your soaking exposed pussy, "oh god" he slapped his cock on your cunt before sliding in.
"d-daryl oh my god!" you screamed his name, your hands clawing into his bicep. you eyes snapped open to see daryl grunting and panting, pushing his way into your beautiful cunt. you looked to the side to see rick, his hand moving up and down his hard cock, watching daryl fuck you like a little slut. chuckling when you'd grip onto daryl harder as you came.
daryl pulled out, reaching his orgasm. he walked away as rick walked toward you, you didn't move an inch. daryl got into the bed, his hands on your clit making circles as rick put himself inside of you, "uh huh like that- ju- take it" rick grunted pushing harder into you, "yeah ya like that huh? being fucked?" daryl snickered mocking your whimpers and whines.
as you came over and over, rick finally stopped pulling out before walking to your closet, daryl then spitting on your pussy, rubbing it some more. rick threw some pjs onto you, "you better change before your mother gets home" he and daryl walked out.
nsfw yeah,, this is like,,, my first time writing rickyl n also writing rick in general so like dont kill me,, i also have barely written ship content b4,,, honeslty if u read this please!! tell me what i can do better 4 their characters please!!! i want critiques on that specifically!!! cause this making me wanna write ship shit now GRRRRAHHHH curse u @deadmanrisenn !!! this is lobg but i think i fumbled the end reuqests are open still4 x readers n now ig for any ship hoenslty this was fun!!
The cloth draped over his eyes was all Daryl could see. He knew Rick was sitting right behind him. The other man's hands had only just left his body after tying the blindfold after all.
Rick's mind was racing a bit. Daryl had trusted him enough to allow himself to be blindfolded, he didn't want to ruin that trust with a single mistake. Having Daryl sitting down right in front of him, blindfolded and patiently waiting for him to start it.
It sent all his blood straight down.
Daryl stayed sitting, the back of him still facing Rick. Deciding to just turn around himself as he had felt like Rick was taking too long to do so.
This was a familiar position for the both of them. Rick just couldn't help but stare, not only was this a sign of trust but he thought Daryl looked hot blindfolded just for him. "gonna do something?" Daryl huffed at the other man's silence.
"Yeah, just admiring you." Rick's calloused hand touched Daryl's cheek, slightly moving his head up. His thumb rested on Daryl's lower lip.
Daryl couldn't deny how good it felt to have Rick's hands on him again. It felt like forever since they had any time to themselves. Exhaling through his nose, Daryl just wanted Rick to hurry up.
"Don't get grumpy, pup." That stupid pet name was not helping at all. Daryl opens his mouth, ready to give a snarky comment back, Rick just takes this as an invitation letting his thumb make its way inside the other man's mouth.
The rough thumb pad on his tongue gets Daryl to stop talking before he even starts. On instinct his mouth slowly closes over it, small sucks get his saliva dribbling over it.
"Yeah? Getting excited?" Daryl has to imagine the look on Rick's face as the man spoke. He could imagine the grin that was slapped against his face but he wanted to see it.
He wanted to see the soft eyes that had a shine of desire in them, the sight so close yet so far. A single piece of cloth standing in his way. "Alright, I won't keep teasing you." Rick chuckled.
Taking his thumb out of Daryl's mouth with a small pop. Daryl stayed seated, relying on his hearing just to figure out what Rick was doing. The sound of the other man undoing his belt was enough to tell him where this was going.
Daryl just couldn't help himself, knowing what was coming was just too much. His hands made their way to his own pants, he struggled for a bit trying to undo his belt before deciding it wasn't worth it.
Rick watched as Daryl tried to hide himself rubbing his cock, Rick had been able to free his own cock. Watching Daryl so desperate for him, for this, he couldn't help how good it made him feel.
His cock twitched at the sight. Daryl was just sitting there on his knees, blindfolded, still draped around his eyes, mouth open ready for him, his hand trying to get himself off at the same time. It was all too much.
Rick decided to tease Daryl just a bit, his boot nudging away the man's hand from himself. "Not yet."
Daryl didn't argue with the other man's words as much as he wanted to do so. "Fine." Daryl felt Rick's hand locking onto the back of his head, he let Rick move his head forward.
Feeling the warmth coming off his body let Daryl know how close he was, he knew that soon enough he wouldn't even have the ability to argue back.
Rick just stared down at him, Daryl looked far too good with his head practically nuzzled against his cock. He guided Daryl towards his dick, his own hand holding it right up to Daryl's lips.
Rick was desperate, his own cock already leaking precum just from the sight of Daryl. Daryl could taste the small amount of precum leaking out of Rick's tip as it entered his mouth. His own cock twitching inside his jeans as he tried to act natural.
Rick noticed, letting his boot rub against it. "You can do it now." Daryl listened, letting his hand travel back into place, rubbing against himself.
He had missed the taste of the other man's cock, the twitching in his mouth, how full it made him. having no sight let him focus solely on it, beginning to bob his head up and down. Daryl already knew how to do it, how to get rid of it in ways he desired.
Moving back from his dick, Daryl let his tongue swirl around the tip. "Fuck-" Rick couldn't help the groans that left him, Daryl loved the sweet sounds that were leaving the other man. Now that Daryl didn't have to focus on what he was seeing he had to guess what would get the best reaction.
"yeah, just like-hah, that." Rick was too excited, how could he not be. He had Daryl on his knees sucking him off like it was his job. The way Daryl's head bobbed up and down, it looked like he was nodding along to Rick's words. His own hand kneaded himself along to his pace.
With his vision covered, Daryl could never tell how far down he was, he could've sworn Rick was smaller than this. it seemed like his length just kept on growing. sputtering a bit as he finally reached the end, his nose now buried in Ricks pubes.
He couldn't stop gagging the following, pulling back away from Rick. drool still connected from Daryl's mouth to the tip.
The view of drool trickling down Daryl's chin, the saliva coating his fluttering cock, the other man's hand still rubbing against himself. He couldn't hold back anymore.
Before Daryl could continue, streams of cum splattered on his face, some of it landed inside his mouth, others coating his cheeks, even the blindfold wasn't left clean. Daryl let out a small gasp at the salty taste in his mouth.
"I couldn't help myself, sorry."
"Couldn't even finish me off first?" Daryl moved his hands up, trying to wipe the cum off his face. Rick grabs his wrist, stopping him at the last second.
"Leave it on, just a bit longer and I'll help you out." Daryl nods and Rick lets go of his hands. Daryl just expects Rick to undo his belt and let him finish himself off, the other man instead lifts him up onto the bed.
"Didn't have to do that." Daryl grumbled, he could still feel the cum that coated his fact. Rick just hummed, ignoring the man's words. Daryl could feel Rick's hands fumbling with his belt and pants.
Finally, with his dick free, Rick's calloused hands wrapped around it. slowly pumping Daryl to his own release. Daryls body writhed at the touch, he knew it was coming from Rick but without any sigh it made it feel different.
It didn't take long for Daryl to burst, ropes of cum sputtering out and landing on Rick's hand. Finally he got the relief he needed, Rick's hand came up to the blindfold slowly lifting it off of one of his eyes.
A glazed over look coated Daryls eyes. "All done, pup?" Rick asked.
okok how do you feel about rickyl, with subby daryl, but reader and rick just sit there and mock him and overstimulate him until he snaps and then suddenly who’s the one being mocked? not daryl.
at the end he’s like “yeahhhh you’re never topping me again.”
or you can do this however you want? subby daryl or not, your amazing writing abilities will bring this to life no matter what.
bby anon
I love subby Daryl so….
18+ under the cut
The two of you have been taking turns working him till it physically hurt. Toned muscles twitching in front of you, while hot, wet gasps leave his throat as he tries to push your head away. Way too sensitive after the second orgasm you’ve already pulled from him. And for some reason, you aren’t stopping. But you’re only following Rick’s orders. It’s not your fault. You’re just doing as daddy says. And daddy says to keep going. To make Daryl come again.
So you do what you’re told, despite the fingers curling in your hair and tugging hard enough to earn a pained squeak. Rick notices from behind you, and pauses mid thrust, grabbing Daryl’s hand and smacking it away.
“Hands to yourself, sweetheart.”
Ricks own hands resume their grip on your hips, drawing your ass back onto him as he fucks you. Hard and deep and starting to near your own orgasm.
But despite the fire burning in your belly, the boy in front of you remains a damn mess. Fisting the sheets as little whimpers leave his lips. Unable to control the sounds pouring out of him when you moan around his cock. And even though he’s had this whiny attitude since after first release, his hips still buck up into your throat, desperately chasing yet another, blissful orgasm.
“Thought you said it was too much, Daryl? What happened to that, huh?” Rick mocks the man squirming around in front of you. His words fuelling a death glare that would make anybody who wasn’t lucky enough to be in the same bad as him right now, scared for their freakin’ life. But fortunately for you, the only scary thing about your situation is what Daryl plans to do to you when he gains control again. When Rick’s not there to boss him around. And the very thought sends butterflies to your core.
“Gonna- ugh,” Daryl moans, hands going to your hair despite the previous orders to keep them to himself. Pulling you down to take the whole of his length as he shoots his load down your throat. Warm, salty cream oozinng out of the corner of your mouth as you struggle to take all of him. Swallowing as much as you can while feeling the man’s abs contract and twitch under your touch. The heavenly sound of both him and Rick groaning, echos in the room.
Finally, you come up for air, letting out the tiniest cough as your hand comes up to wipe your mouth. Immediately met by Daryl sitting up, his lips catch yours. An attempt to distract you from the fact that you hadn’t been told to stop yet. To momentarily end the torture that you and Rick were inflicting upon him as punishment for his uncalled for, grumpy attitude earlier that day. And though he probably wasn’t done yet, upon seeing Daryl’s completely fucked out state, Rick lets it slide.
The three of you fall back onto the bed, everyone breathing all heavy, catching your breaths. Daryl’s eyes are noticeably glossed over and hazy as you tuck yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. Worried maybe the two of you took it a little too far. But Rick remains unfazed, turning to face you both with a shit eating grin on his face, “Think he learned his lesson yet?”
I’m sorry for absolutely obliterating your inbox but I’m stoned and you have beautiful writing😭
Rickyl with fucking you from both ends, just passing a blunt between each other as they lazily fuck into you, feeling smothered in the best way possible from the thick air of sex and marijuana😵
(I’m in love with u so don’t ever apologize. I actually love when my inbox is being blown up. It’s preferred rlly <3) and lazy, high sex with the two of them… is a need. Not a want.
Soft grunts and the faint sound of whatever old rock cd Daryl put on, fills the air. A smokey haze, despite the open window, clouds your judgment and the bedroom.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” Ricks hands move their way up your back, thumbs rubbing along your spine. The warmth of his touch giving you goosebumps as he fucks you nice and slow.
“She looks so perfect like this, don’t you think?” He asks his friend, one hand leaving your back for a moment. Grabbing the joint from Daryl and taking a nice, long drag. Head tipping back as he exhales, and that dazed feeling swirling around in his head intensifies by the second.
“So fuckin’ pretty.” Daryl’s agrees. You can’t help but moan around him at the sound of their praise. His hand in your hair, gently guiding your movements. The other one moving to caress your cheek. His actions always so sweet and tender.
Soon, Daryl reaches for the joint back, taking his own drag and blowing the smoke in your face. A cheeky grin splayed on his handsome face.
You stop sucking him off, only to catch your breath, hand still pumping his shaft slowly. Slick with your spit and his precum.
“Me too?” You ask, nodding to his hand holding the joint.
The boys share a look and Daryl brings his fingers down, pressing the joint between your lips and allowing you to take a hit.
At the same time, Rick’s thumb makes its way to your ass, bullying it’s way into the tight muscle.
Looking over your shoulder, you give him a sultry glance as you exhale the smoke. Your expression giving him all the permission to keep going. Pushing up on the mattress and wrapping your hand around the back of his head, twisting your neck so you can press a soft kiss to his lips. Telling him to go ahead and shove his cock in your ass, so that Daryl can have your cunt. Knowing they’d take things extra slow and gentle because they’re both a little out of it. Trying their hardest not to cum too fast. To savour the feeling of how tight you are, taking both of your boys at once.
