#rickyl x you

[sinsandsweetness]

*smacks both hands on the table* rickyl size kink! Reader can barely handle one of their dicks let alone both!

(Anon, i’m obsessed with you)

You would have been fine in any other position. Well, maybe not fine. But definitely not gasping for air and griping the sheets the way Rick has you now. Propped up on a few pillows, legs up on his shoulders, opening you right up. Fucking you so hard and deep it almost hurts. And you can actually fucking feel him in your stomach. Especially when he leans back and puts his hand right above your pelvis, gently pushing down on your skin. And the feeling makes your eyes roll back. Holy shit.

“Ah- I can’t - Rick’s’toomuch!” You push at his stomach even though you know he would never let up.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I can’t- can’t take it.”

“Mmm but you took it so well the other night, remember?”

You nod, biting back a rather pathetic moan.

“So what’s different now?” He slows down, still thrusting just as deep and just as hard, but slower. Letting you catch your breath and focus back in on the feeling of him filling you up. Brushing your g-spot with every stroke.

“She misbehavin’?” A voice comes from the doorway, leaned against the frame in a leather jacket. Daryl smirks at the sight in front of him. Both of your flushed faces, and naked bodies turning to face him.

“I’m not sure… she’s tryna tell me she can’t take it,” Rick mocks you in a whiney voice. He turns back to you and licks his lips. “Even though we both know that she definitely can.”

Daryl let’s out a dry laugh, peeling his jacket off and approaching the bed.

“We know exactly how much you can take sweetheart. No sense in lying’ about it.” He says as he tugs his jeans off and motions at Rick to move you. To reposition. And when you look down, he’s already hard as a rock. Standing tall and intimidating. Butterflies erupting as you realize very quickly that they’re gonna show you just how much you can take. Or can’t. They’ll decide.

Soon enough, Daryl’s hands are gripping your waist and he’s bullying his way into your ass, forcing you to sit right flush with his lap. Rick still holding your legs open wide, his movements at a still though, letting you get used to the two dicks splitting you open. Filling you up and making you squirm. The pressure of Daryls cock added onto the already very well endowed one you’d been taking only moments before, it was… overwhelming. And once they started fucking you, actually pumping in and out, Rick took Daryl’s hand from your waist and pressed it to the spot he was pushing on before. The spot where he could feel his own bulge, all the way in your stomach. And now Daryl could. Palm pressed flat on your lower belly, pushing down and making both you and Rick moan in unison. Fuckin’ hell.

“Always take us so well. So fuckin’ full aren’t you?” He whispers, wet lips brushing your ear. Tears forming at the stimulation that you’re receiving. The pressure on your g-spot that definitely makes your breath hitch. And the intensity of being so full is borderline torture. But you don’t even want them to stop. You’re way too close to risk complaining. To risk them thinking you actually can’t take it.

[grimesgirll]

back when you were shane’s girl, rick would barely look at you.

it didn’t matter that shane was banging lori behind both your backs. rick was still nothing if not wildly respectful.

you could’ve used the company back then on the farm when your relationship with your boyfriend was slipping. when quiet tent quickies weren’t enough for you.

now, what would shane think of the girl he thought wouldn’t be able to go on without him, happily getting her guts rearranged by his best friend?

rick had held out as long as he could but with lori long gone and carl not taking up any issue, there was no reason to deny himself you. in the wake of all that tragedy, there was nothing better to ease his mind than your sweet, sweet cunt.

shane would be seriously pissed off to learn that not one but both of your holes were being filled by your fellow original atlanta camp members.

the archer that ground his gears so much was taking up your mouth with his cock, enjoying the way that every thrust of rick’s sent you straight down his length.

if shane was in the room or even in the hallway, he wouldn’t be able to miss the downright debaucherous sounds coming from the three of you. rick lands a light slap on your ass, a reminder that you’re not the only ones within these walls. rick was nothing if not wildly polite.

you wiggle your hips back into him in response, feeling your core tighten as daryl fucks your mouth. shane could never fill you up this way: he was one man after all.

the record time that shane had you soaked and coming undone was nothing compared to how fast rick and daryl warmed you up. if they even breathed in your pussy’s direction you were suddenly squeezing your legs and starting to drip with arousal.

you miss shane, but even as you clamp down on rick in your pussy and hum around daryl in your mouth, you remember that everything happens for a reason.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Y/N: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Daryl: The fuck kinda Subway were ya goin’ to?

Rick, at the same time: Substitute teachers dealt with so much shit.

Carol: Guys, you can’t be—

Y/N, whispers harshly: Don’t ruin this for me.

Y/N, smiling sweetly while holding out a hand for each man: Oh, my dear boys. Follow me.

[twdxtrevor]

I'll never get over these two, Andy and Norman <3

[gamergoddess003]

[sadslay]

Heyy :) Do you do Rickyl?? If you do, can I request for a Daryl x Female Reader x Rick, After the prison fell, everyone went their own directions - what would Rickyl's reaction to seeing Reader for the first time in weeks maybe a month? Established poly relationship hehe

- ALIVE ⋆☆ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

warnings — very short, some fluff

your attention was pulled up from your flail as the gates began to roll open, the very sound of the rusted wheels running along the bitumen reminded you of your arrival a few weeks prior. the gate soon revealed a large group of maybe ten or more people, all of them looking tired at first glance but upon closer inspection they looked somewhat familiar.

you quickened your pace as the group flinched at a rustling in some near by bushes, finally getting close enough to realize why their faces had looked so familiar. you dropped your flail, the loud clanking of the metal causing the group’s attention to turn to you. you could have sworn your heart stopped, in fact you could have sworn time stopped as your eyes met daryls. within milliseconds he had dropped the opossum and his crossbow before he began running towards you. All of his belongings fell to the ground as you met in the middle, wrapping your around each other so tightly it almost heart.

“you’re alive.” you breathed into his neck, you voice riddled with disbelief as you held onto him tightly, too scared to let go in fear that he might disappear. “i thought i lost you.”

daryl stayed silent, basking in your presence as you tightly held onto his torso. “y/n?” a familiar voice questioned.

almost terrified to pull away, you peered over daryls shoulder to find a large portion of familiar faces from the prison. glenn, who had just called out to you had a smile plastered on his lips as a laugh fell from his lips.

“holy shit.” you smiled, the very sight of the people you called family almost bringing you to tears. you looked back at daryl who was still holding onto you tightly, the very look in his eyes making you feel safety and warmth. “i missed you so god damn much.” you muttered, planting a kiss on daryls prickly, dirtied cheek.

“missed yer too.” he grumbled, his voice sounding weak still caught in the moment of shock.

as you pulled away from daryl, you looked past him to find rick handing judith to carl. the very sight almost bringing you to tears as rick hurriedly began to walk towards you with open arms. together you met in the middle as you jumped into his arms - your legs wrapping around his waist in the process - , the scruff of his bread tickling your cheek as he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips

“beard’s gettin’ a little long don’t ya think?” you giggled, your feet reconnecting with the ground as you slightly pulled back to find rick laughing along with you. after his laughter simmered down, one hand remaining on your lower waist while the other rose to cradle your cheek. his thumb wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes as you whispered, “i thought i’d lost both of you.”

“we’re here now.” he smiled, the pair of you almost forgetting about the crowd of people watching you.

“come on in guys!” arron spoke calming, his voice sounding exhausted as he ushered the others in.

⋆☆

later that night as everyone began to settle into your home - their things scattered across your living and dining room floor - you found yourself watching from the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“yer think we can trust this place?” daryl asked as he leant up against the kitchen counter by your side, his shoulder brushing up against yours.

you looked up, admiring each detail of his face in case it would be the last time you saw it before smiling, “mmhmm.” you hummed.

in a synchronized motion, you both turned back to look at the others. your eyes were drawn right to rick as he was nursing judith while talking to carl, the very action bringing a warmth to your heart that you had almost forgotten.

“he missed ya.” daryl spoke in a low whisper, his attention now focused on rick. “he didn’t stop worryin’ about yer either.” he added. “we really thought we’d never see ya again.” daryl continued quietly, his words causing you to pull your eyes away from rick to look up into his eyes.

instead of replying you simply rested your head on daryls shoulder as you turned your focus back to the group and as everyone began to settle in you we’re reminded of a time many months ago. a simpler time when the threat of uncertainty was a hell of a lot smaller and the community you had built had become your family.

for a brief moment you indulged yourself in the memory of the prison and the sanctuary it offered you, the opportunities it offered you and the people it introduced to you. you were so incredibly grateful for that prison, because without it, you would never have met daryl or rick.

pulling you out of your thoughts was daryls soft horse voice, “come on.”

“where are we goin’?” you asked in a low whisper, straightening yourself back up before noticing rick wandering towards the front door.

daryl didn’t reply, he only began to follow ricks lead by walking towards the front door as everyone began to fall asleep. you quietly followed the pair before joining them on the dimly lit porch, where daryl had already begun lighting a cigarette.

“can’t believe you smoke that stale shit.” you laughed weakly, propping yourself up onto the balustrade while the pair stood in front of you.

daryl replied with a low grumble before letting out a cloud of smoke while the cigarette remained between his lips. “they been lookin’ after you?” daryl asked, his head motioning to some of the locals walking by.

“been lookin’ after myself.” you quipped, earning a chuckle from both men.

you stuck you hand out, motioning for daryl to give you the cigarette. as he obliged you placed the stale cigarette between you lips before taking in a deep breath. a cough erupted from your chest as you gave back the cigarette.

rick stepped closer to you, his hand resting on your knee before it began to snake up to your hip. “we’re here now.” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss on your cheekbone. “we’ll take care of ya.” he continued, his lips meeting yours.

it was a kiss you had longed for, for many months. it started out slow and soft, but quickly grew into something more. a soft gasp feel from your lip as you felt another hand on your thigh.

“i missed you.” you breathed, parting with ricks lips just for a moment. “i missed you both.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

a/n - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS! i also don’t know if i like :/

[sayafics]

Ghost - Masterlist

Her name was Casper Graham. At least, she thought it was. After waking up in a hospital room with no recollection of how she got there, Casper was forced to navigate the world of the dead. Lucky for her, she had found Rick Grimes when she had woken up, and following him had led her to meet Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, and many other people she soon saw as family Things were supposed to be simple - find Rick's family and stay safe. But when feelings and desires are added into the mix, things can become much trickier, especially when Casper found herself conflicted between the two men. It didn't help that they were enamoured by her either, hanging on to her every word and following her every whim. The apocalypse was already a hard thing to deal with, but this might make things worse. Or maybe it might just make it more interesting?

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

[sinsandsweetness]

Please can u do a rickyl breeding kink. Like they see how she looks after Judith and it makes them want to take turns filling her up ❤️❤️

TAKING TURNS

(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content, breeding kink obv, smut, creampies, FMM threesome, taking turns, mentions of getting reader pregnant, pregnancy and unprotected p in v. kinda fluffy and not rlly proofread…

notes- first time writing a breeding kink so… let me know how it is:) reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

Daryl nudges his friend, taking a sip of the bottle of water in front of him. “Quit starin’ .” He hisses, breaking Rick’s gaze away from you. Sitting all pretty, on a rug in his cell. Judith sitting right in front of you, a little, blue rattle keeping her attention as you talk to her. Your sweet, soft voice, mumbling quiet little praises at her. And she won’t stop grabbing for your hand or your hair or the rattle as she babbles away.

“M’not… staring…” Rick mumbles.

“I can practically see your dick getting hard. Pick your jaw up off the floor, yeah?” Daryl says, pretending that he’s not just as guilty. They both glance back over and rake their eyes over the shape of your body. The way your tank top cups your breasts, and your shorts hug your hips. And most importantly, how fucking attractive you are, smiling and blowing kisses at the 5 month old in front of you. How… maternal. It was driving both the boys a little crazy.

Daryl can’t help but imagine you holding his own mini me. A little boy with his eyes and your hair. And definitely Daryl’s attitude.

For Rick, seeing how good you are with his baby girl, it made his heart swell. Feeding her and playing with her, always being the one to know exactly what she needs. Seeing just how natural it comes to you. How he knows you’d be a good mom one day. How he wants to be the one to make you a mom one day.

“Like you’re any better.” Rick shoots back, his voice tearing Daryl out of his daydream. Both men still staring. And as you look over, they both straighten up. You wave the rattle at them and give a sweet smile, returning your attention to a talkative Judith quickly after.

“Fuck.” They both mumble in unison.

“It’s hard enough having no condoms around here. And then she’s gotta go ahead n’…”

“Make you actually wanna put a baby in her?” Daryl finishes Rick’s sentence for him. Whether it was what he was going to say, or just what he’s really thinking, it didn’t matter. It was true.

Ricks jaw clenches at the thought and he actually has to look away. The front of his jeans are all tight and his cheeks turn warm.

“She’s gettin’ a little fussy,” Both boys turn around to you walking over, holding a crying Judith. “Think she might need daddy to put her to bed.”

Rick has to bite his tongue at that comment. Taking his baby girl from your arms, and she seems to calm down fairly quick in his arms.

“Thanks,” he shifts Judith onto his hip and leans down to your ear to whisper, “You, uh… you stayin’ up or headin’ to bed?”

You smile at him all knowingly. “I could stay up if it means I get to see you a little longer…”

Rick nervously chews his lip and gives you a weak smile as he heads off to his cell, to calm Judith down and put her in her crib.

Daryl clears his throat and you turn to face him.

“What?” You kind of half laugh, as his hand starts playing with the hem of your shorts. “Nothin.” He bites back a smile. “Wanna get outta here?” He jokes, hand making it’s way up your waist, thumb brushing your nipple through the thin fabric of your tank.

“Um…” you look over, distracted by the curtain closing in the doorway of Rick’s cell.

“Hey, look.” Daryl grabs your attention and your hand, starting off towards your own cell. “He’s gonna be a minute. We’ll just get started without him. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

And he didn’t. Didn’t mind at all. Walking in on the two of you. Laying on your back, shorts already gone, with your legs wrapped around Daryl’s waist. An elbow by your face, propping him up so he could kiss you all slow and sloppy. Little grunts and moans falling from the two of you as he ground against you, nice and gently. The lace of your panties rubbing so deliciously in between your clit and his crotch.

“M- more-” you stutter, not realizing that you have extra company.

“Think that can be arranged, don’t you Daryl?” Ricks voice startles the both of you, turning to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt, knee dipping into the mattress, dangerously close. You swallow hard, lips all wet and swollen. Daryl’s shirt already peeled off and on the ground.

“One’s not enough for you is it, baby? Gotta have two cocks filling you right up. Ain’t that right?” Rick asks, leaning in for a hot, open mouthed kiss that you accept so graciously, hands going to the back of his neck and pulling him into the tangle of limbs on the squeaky bunk bed.

“Mhm.” You agree against his tongue, Daryl pulling at your panties and the two men take their turns. One kissing you, lips trailing down your neck and nipping little marks on to your breasts as the other fucks you so good and hard. And your begging for them as quietly as you can, hoping not to wake anyone up.

“What’s that? Gotta speak up, sweetheart.” Daryl tells you as Ricks dick pumps in to you at a harsh pace, a little whimper leaving your mouth before you can even answer.

“Want you- wanna cum.”

“I didn’t get quite that, did you?” Rick turns to Daryl, who’s biting his lip, trying not to laugh, “You wanna cum, sweetie? Or you want us to?”

“B-both please. Please.” You whine, grabbing onto both of their arms, grip tightening as you feel your orgasm begin to approach.

“Gonna fill you up nice and good, baby. Get you so full of cum, you won’t even know which one of us got you pregnant.”

And your eyes widen at Ricks words. Starting to shake your head ‘no’ but Daryl interrupts you with a kiss.

“Don’t you want it? Tell us how bad you want it, princess.” He orders against your lips. Demanding a price for your orgasm.

“Yes… I want it, Dare,” you whine, arching your back as Ricks tip continues to abuse your g-spot.

“You can do better then that.” He says, leaning back and admiring the sight of you getting absolutely railed. Legs folded to your chest, and your pearly, white juices dripping onto the sheets.

The sight makes his cock twitch and he thinks he could cum right there.

“Want it so bad. Want your cum, Dare. Want- uh- want you to fill me up, please.”

“Mmm, that’s better.” Daryl says, grabbing you by the foot and kissing the inside of your calf. Spreading you open to watch you get cream-pied by his best friend.

“Put- put a baby in me, Rick.” You whimper, eyes rolling back and you reach your climax. Feeling his own hips stuttering immediately, the comment clearly sending him over the edge. Burying himself deep in your cunt as he cums with a groan. Pulling out and switching positions with Daryl. A little grumble of, “I’m going first next time, asshole.” Coming from his lips, before he slides right into you. Giving you zero recovery time before he starts fucking you, the sound of your juices and Ricks cum, squelching and mixing, fills the air. And you can’t help but moan. Ricks thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing from side to side as Daryl whispers filthy praises, telling you how pretty you’d look carrying his baby. How nice and pregnant you’ll be as soon as their done with you. And you go along with it, too fucked out to argue. Reaching another quick and shaky orgasm. Daryl following immediately after, plunging his own seed into you.

A sticky mess coats your thighs as the two start to get all dressed. A slight flash of worry on their faces in realizing what they actually did. Having come down from their highs, and thinking a little clearer.

You try not to laugh as the two of them chew their lips, grabbing a blanket and cleaning their dirty, little mess up from your thighs.

“What?” Daryl asks, noticing your shit eating grin.

“You guys know that I’m on the pill right…?” And you can’t help but giggle at their reaction.

As much as the the thought of getting you pregnant got the two men going, relief flooded their faces as they both leaned in to attack your cheeks with kisses.

“Some day though, right?” Daryl asks, hoping that your words earlier, weren’t just for show.

“Of course.” You peck both men’s lips, and pull on their arms, forcing them to snuggle up on the tiny mattress. They chat among themselves and trace little patterns onto your back as you try and fall asleep. Dreaming of someday, when a little Rick and Daryl will be running around and causing chaos in your future home.

taglist- @rickswh0r3 , @elnyrae , @catt-leya

(message or comment to be added💗)

[grimesgirll]

rick grimes

being with rick imagine

constable rick

time to go to sleep

impatient

shane’s girl (ft. daryl)

housewife! reader | pt. 2 (ft. daryl)

car rides with rick

crm!rick

deanna’s daughter

the favor | pt. 2

horseback rides with rick

a helping hand

join me

yogi!reader

shickxandria (ft. shane)

rick giving you a pick me up while you’re on your period

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Carol: Y/N, you should go with Daryl and Rick.

Y/N: Score! My fantasy threesome!

Carol: …

Rick: …

Daryl: …

Y/N, giggling nervously: ...of people on a team?

Daryl, deadpan: Right.

[movidita]

rick & daryl:

✩ smut / ✦ fluff / ☾ suggestive

after hours ✩

on a ‘run’ ✩

stress relief ✩

jealous ✩

headcannons ✩

[twdxtrevor]

I love these two so much, Norman and Andy <3

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Masterlist

Key:

Fluff ☕️

Spice🍵

Angst🫖

Smut✨

Requests: OPEN

Note: I do write for a lot of people, if you request something I will try to fulfill it! I’ll also update this as I go, but please enjoy my work!💜✨ dividers by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist 2

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Call of Duty

Task Force 141

John “Bravo-6” Price

Imagine This 🍵☕️

A Different Kind of Noise (Part 1) 🍵☕️🫖

A Quiet Storm (part 2) 🍵☕️🫖✨

Safe Harbor 🫖☕️

Under The Mistletoe ☕️

A Christmas to Remember ☕️

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

Caught in the Crossfire 🫖🍵☕️

Until We Meet Again ☕️

The Perfect Blend ☕️🫖🍵

Snowbound Hearts ☕️

Suds & Smiles ☕️

Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls ☕️✨

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Caught in the Crossfire 🫖🍵☕️

Bringing Him Home ☕️🫖

Warmth in the Winter ☕️

Finally Home ☕️✨

Overtime ☕️✨

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Behind the Mask ☕️🫖

A Different Kind of Noise (Part 1) 🍵☕️🫖

A Quiet Storm (part 2) 🍵☕️🫖✨

Closer than You Think ☕️

CTYT Headcannons ☕️🫖

Welcome Home, Tough Guy ☕️

Sunshine & Shadow ☕️

Through the Static 🫖☕️

Blurred Lines ☕️

Christmas with the Riley’s ☕️

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?☕️

In Sickness and In Health ☕️

Beneath the Apron ☕️

Underneath The Sun ☕️✨

The Boys

141 x pregnant reader ☕️

Rest is the Mission ☕️

König

Classified Affections 🫖☕️

Rekindled Flames ☕️✨

Unveiling Shadows ☕️🫖

Silent Nights and Bright Lights ☕️

Beneath the Armor ☕️🫖

Poly 141

Spoiled ☕️🍵

Beneath the Shadows ☕️🍵🫖

Engines and Affections ☕️🍵

Haunted Nights & Cozy Frights with the 141 ☕️

Where We Belong ✨🫖☕️

After Hours ☕️🫖

Mission: Birthday Surprise ☕️

Home for the Holidays ☕️

Home is Where the Heart is ☕️

Fireworks of Love ☕️

Breaking Point 🫖☕️

Protected by Shadows ☕️

Series

Shadows and Paws (Hybrid 141 AU)

Chapter 1 🫖

Chapter 2 🫖☕️

Chapter 3 🫖☕️

Chapter 4 🫖☕️

Chapter 5 ☕️

Chapter 6 ☕️

Chapter 7 ☕️

———

Steel and Blossoms (Knight 141 x Healer Reader)

A Kingdom of Shadows and Steel 🫖☕️

Embers of Betrayal 🫖☕️

Marvel

Avengers

Steve Rogers

Home Again ☕️

Our First Christmas ☕️

James “Bucky” Barnes

In the Quiet of the Night ☕️

Silent Nights, Warm Hearts ☕️

Stucky

Bound by Love and War ☕️

Loki Laufeyson

Lost in Midnight Shadows ☕️🫖

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Babysitting the Babysitter ☕️

Under the Mall Lights ☕️

Lost in the Stacks ☕️

A Very Harrington Christmas ☕️

Eddie Munson

More Than Enough 🍵☕️🫖✨

Safe and Sound ☕️🍵

Under the Hood ☕️

Through Thick and Thin 🫖☕️

Full Throttle Heart ☕️

The Knight and The Princess ☕️🫖

Merry and Munson ☕️

Steddie

A (Prison) Break 🍵☕️✨

Soft Hearts, Healing Hands ☕️🫖

All I Want for Christmas Is You (And You) ☕️

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Deal with the Devil ☕️🫖

Daryl Dixon

Long Time Coming ☕️🫖

Lost and Found ☕️🫖

Rickyl

A New Beginning ☕️🍵✨

Harry Potter

Marauders

James Potter

Under the Oak Tree ☕️🫖

Sirius Black

Between Stars and Moons ☕️🫖

Secrets of the Astronomy Tower ☕️🫖

Remus Lupin

Between Stars and Moons ☕️🫖

Poly Marauders

Bound by Love ☕️🫖

All Wrapped Up ☕️

Slytherin Boys

Serpents’ Courtship ☕️🫖

Golden Trio

TBA

Gladiator II

Emperor Geta

The Emperor’s Gaze ☕️🫖

The Emperor’s Gaze 2 ☕️✨🍵🫖

The Emperor’s Gaze 3 ☕️✨🍵🫖

The Emperor’s Soft Spot ☕️

In The Shadows of Power ☕️🫖

In The Shadows of Power 2 ☕️🫖

Emperor Caracalla

Emperors Caracalla and Geta

Bound by affection ☕️

Bound by Affection 2 ☕️

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Want it?

rick grimes x daryl dixon x fem!reader

A/N: dude???? i think i just fell in love with rickyl recently i apologize for the smut ur ab to read but i seriously enjoyed writing this lol. lmk what y’all think???

WARNINGS: cream pie, begging, threesum, rickyl, overestimation, drunk sex etc 18+

“you like how daryl’s making you feel baby?” ricks deep quiet voice whispers in your ear, kissing and biting at your earlobe earning a soft whimper from you. “what’s that, sweet girl? I don’t think we’ve heard you enough tonight.”

it was hard formulating a coherent thought with daryls big arms caging you in, absolutely railing you into oblivion. your senses were weak, maybe from all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, this being your punishment for teasing them all night.

“y-yes.” you koan. “feels s-so good-ah!- dar…i’m gonna cum!”

both the guys chuckle at your state, all worn out, wasted, squirming underneath daryls cock. what a sight it was. rick grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb forcing your half lidded pleasure filled eyes to look at him.

“uh, uh, baby doll.” He denies you. “no cuming, not till we say so, right daryl?”

daryl grunts in agreement. one of his hands was holding onto your hips while the other one was rubbing delicious circles onto your clit making the heat pool to your belly. you whine in response, holding onto ricks forearm tightly.

“maybe if ya didn’t tease us the way ya did tonight, you’d be gettin’ whatever you wanted, princess.” daryl smirks.

they were absolutely enjoying this, a little too much. you were now whining, your orgasm threatening to release as you clench around daryl, making him moan and his grip your hips a little tighter.

“i-i can’t,” you cry. “p-please!”

“please what?” rick leans forward rubbing his nose softly against your cheek. “what do you need?”

your head flies back, tears threatening to escape. this was torture. daryl was hitting that delicate spot over and over with every thrust, stretching you out, filling you. it was overwhelming.

“daryl,” you whimper, head shooting back up, only to have your back arch.

“don’t do it.” daryl growls, through clenched teeth feeling his own orgasm build up. “rick ain’t gonna be as soft as I am on ya.”

and he was absolutely right.

but you couldn’t handle it anymore.

you clenched around him one last time, your hands flying to his shoulders, your nails digging into them. your eyes closed, letting whimpers and moans fall from your mouth as you released on him, following by his own a few seconds later, filling you up.

you catch your breath as your mind begins to spin, drunkly mixed with pleasure. your eyes open to find rick shaking his head at you and daryl giving you a disapproving look. you felt shy under their gaze, your cheeks turning red. but those weren’t the only cheeks that were about to turn red.

“look at the mess you’ve made, princess.” rick says disapproval lacing his voice. “what are we gonna do about you?”

daryl pulls out leaving you feeling empty, squirming with anticipation suddenly regretting your orgasm. he steps off the bed, rick standing up, coming to lean over you, you inhale his manly scent filling your nostrils. you knew this was gonna be rough.

“looks like we’re gonna have to teach this little brat how to listen.”

[dixongrimesgirl]

Party

Rickyl x fem!reader

Content Includes: angst, use of "slut", Alexandria era, pet names(babygirl, sweetheart), hurt, happy ending, suggestive themes

WC: 894

You and the rest of your group had just arrived at Alexandria and the leader, Deanna had decided to host a party welcoming you all. You and Daryl really didn't want to go but Rick convinced you and then if you had to go so did Daryl so here you were getting ready in one of the bathrooms. You felt silly dressing up like this in the middle of the apocalypse. You finished getting ready, emerging from the bathroom in a short, tight black dress with an extremely low neckline showing off your cleavage along with a pair of kitten heels and a little bit of makeup. Your hair was freshly washed and so were you. You spritzed on a bit of perfume before heading downstairs to join your boys.

You noticed Daryl dressed nicely in a blue shirt and jeans sitting on the couch. You look around noticing Rick isn’t there.

“Where’s Rick?” You ask.

“Already at Deanna’s” he replies looking you up and down.

“Ya sure ya wanna wear that?” He questions.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” You ask hurt that he didn’t like the effort you put into your appearance.

“Nothin. Just a little revealing ain’t it?” He replies.

"What are ya saying?" you ask defensively.

"Nothin. Let's go." he says and you head out the door with him behind you.

You arrive at the party and beeline for the table full of drinks. You grab a cup and make your way through the crowds of people. Everywhere you turn is a new face greeting you as if this was just a normal party not some stupid thing in the apocalypse.

You end up in a corner and as you're looking for anyone from your group a guy that you recognise to be Deanna's son walks over to you.

"How are you liking it here?" he asks.

"It's nice. Different but nice" you reply stiffly hoping he'll get the message and leave you alone.

He continues talking and eventually, you zone him out locking eyes with Rick across the room. You don't even notice how Spencer's hand is on your shoulder.

"I should go. It was nice talking to you" you say with a curt nod.

He grabs your arm.

"Got two guys and yet ya gotta dress like that to get attention" he says.

"Let go of me," you say trying your best to sound stern and not scared.

"I could treat you so much better. Fuck ya right" he growls.

"Get away from me!" you say a little louder than you intended to. Immediately Rick and Daryl are by your side.

"She said leave" Rick growls as he glares down the man.

"Woah. Okay. You know where to find me if you change your mind" he says and walks away.

"This is why ya shouldn't dress like that." Daryl rasps.

"Like what?" you ask.

"Like a slut" Rick answers. Your eyes go wide and before you know it your running as fast as you can out of the house. Daryl and Rick try to follow you but Tara and Rosita who overheard everything stop them.

You end up at a small pond and that's when you collapse onto the ground below. Tears pour down your cheeks as you reply their words.

Slut. Is that really what they think of you?

You stay there for what feels like forever until you finally decide to head back to the house that your group was sharing. When you arrived most of the group was there. Daryl and Rick immediately walked over to you but you just pushed past them and went upstairs to change. You look at yourself in the mirror. Mascara-stained cheeks and red eyes. You remove your makeup and change into a baggy T-shirt and shorts.

You make your way downstairs and over to Tara. You lay down beside her and she doesn't question it. You look at her, tears threatening to spill and she pulls you in for a hug. You sniffle into her shoulder and she smooths your hair.

What you don't know is that Daryl and Rick feel terrible about what they said and you not sleeping next to them hurt.

You get no sleep that night and neither do they.

You get up before everyone else and head outside. Rick and Daryl notice and follow you.

You see them and are about to stand up to leave when Rick places a hand on your chest to stop you.

"Don't. Please. We're so sorry for what we said. We didn't mean it. You looked beautiful but we aren't okay with sharing you with anyone else. You meet his eyes and can tell that he is sincere. You then look over at Daryl and see that he feels the same way.

You grab your boys into a hug and start to cry.

"Don't cry, babygirl" Rick whispers.

"We have a little time before everyone else gets up" he suggests.

You pull back and look at them before nodding and before you know it your over Rick's shoulder and the boys are taking you inside the house and upstairs.

You end up in one of the bedrooms and Rick lays you down on the bed while Daryl locks the door shut.

"What do you want, sweetheart" Rick asks.

"Both of you. Now" you demand, which Rick and Daryl both laugh at.

"Anything for you" they both say in unison.

[sayafics]

Ghost - Chapter VIII

I feel like this chapter might have taken quite a turn from the last, but it's to hopefully give more of an insight into the individual struggles of Rick and Casper. They both rely on each other and they have this incessant need to make sure the other is safe, they both came into the the post-apocalypse world in a similar set of circumstances and that is what helped them form their bond and trust each other so quickly. But when it comes to finding 'safety in numbers', they both have different perspectives on it, whether its a gut feeling or guilt or fear influencing their opinions. I hope I did this chapter justice. Enjoyyyy <333

Hopefully, we will get to some Daryl interactions soon! I don't want to miss any scenes out as I think it helps to build connections to other characters, so I do apologise for no Daryl moments as of yet❤️

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When they had gotten onto the roof of the building, Casper had stayed back. She watched the scene unfold with curious eyes - the group begging a raving Dixon to stop shooting into the crowd of walkers turned to a fist-fight between T-Dog and, who she now knew as, Merle.

She had debated getting involved, pulling a gun on him or even her knife. But Merle looked seasoned in his fighting, and with the way he ran circles around T-Dog she knew he had much more experience than she did.

There was no sense of autopilot now, no push for her to rely on forgotten instincts and lost skills. For once, since stepping out that hospital room, after facing walkers, lost memories, abandonment, and so much more, it was only now Casper truly felt out of her depth.

Even when Rick pushed himself forward to help T-Dog, even when Rick was thrown back and Merle continued railing on T-Dog with every ounce of anger and prejudice that he had forced himself to hide, Casper found herself rooted to her spot.

She didn't know what to do, how to help. She didn't know how she fit into this. With these people, in this situation.

With Rick, it was easy.

Casper protects Rick. Rick protects Casper. They have each other's back, and they trust each other.

Sure, Glenn was nice. He had helped them escape being mauled alive. But the rest? She didn't know them, couldn't trust them.

She didn't even know herself. How could she trust anyone else.

But she trusted Rick. Casper pretended she couldn't hear her traitorous thoughts.

Perhaps it was the thought that it was truly no longer just her and Rick. That instead of finding safety in each other's presence, they had to find sanctuary in numbers.

They were safer in numbers, but Casper didn't think she could live among them.

Casper doesn't know how long she zoned out for, but when she blinks herself back into reality, she sees Merle attached to a pipe on the roof and Rick leering over him.

She truly had to stop doing that. One day, it would be her own lack of caution that gets her killed.

She slowly made her way towards Rick, feeling tension obscure the air as the group tended to T-Dog and his bloodied face. She caught the end of their conversation, and the words that left Rick's mouth caused her own to dry up.

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his family and protecting her," his eyes find Casper's, the blue that was raging a dark storm only moments ago had calmed to a gentle ripple of sea water as he took her in. Safe. She was safe.

He looks back at Merle, and Casper swears she sees his eyes darken once more - as though Rick is so close to losing himself in the possibilities of his own capabilities, "anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose."

It was quiet, Merle and Rick locked in a heated battle as they glared into each other's eyes.

Merle tried to figure him out - he was a cop looking for his family. So what did that make her to him?

His wife? Sister? Daughter? Friend? Side piece? He snorted to himself at that before straightening at the cold expression that poured itself across Rick's face as he followed Merle's eyes to Casper.

Casper now stood behind him, a hand clasped on his shoulder. She didn't pull, nor did she remove it. She left it there and waited. Waited for him to do what he thought was best for them. "I'll give you a moment to think about it."

Rick patted Merle's shoulder roughly, standing up and taking Casper's hand into his own with ease.

It was like her presence was an anchor, something that brought him back from a dark place, a part of him that would be perfect in a world far more damned than the one they lived in. He couldn't lose himself. Wouldn't. Especially not whilst she was still here. Safe. Breathing. Warm.

With his hand still in her's, he made his way to the edge of the roof despite Merle's protests, throwing the small bag full of white powder that he had found on Merle, during their conversation, into the air off the side.

The action seems to set Merle off, causing him to finally set his target on Rick. And that didn't sit well with Casper.

"Hey! What are you doing? Man that was my stuff! Hey!"

Merle grunted roughly as he struggled against the handcuffs, his aggression causing Casper to pull at their enjoined hands and have Rick step back to stand closer to her. He was safe.

Rick could sense the apprehension rolling off Casper in waves, taking it as his sign to move on from Merle's dramatics so they could get back to more important matters.

Rick walks to the wall with Casper at his side, flexing his hand in pain. It only takes Casper a second to notice his grimace before she has him stop again.

She lets go of the hand she previously held, only to now cradle the hurt one in her palms. She peers up at him slowly, quiet with her words so as not to draw attention to them, "you okay?"

Her words may have been quiet, but with the compassion she spoke with, she could have been screaming directly at Rick's heart instead, he nods.

"I'm okay, sweetheart."

"You shouldn't have gotten involved."

"I couldn't let him hurt them, Cassie. It's not right."

"None of this is. The dead walking? The hospital turning into a mass grave? Whatever is happening now, it isn't in our control. Rick, we got out. Why do we have to stay? These aren't our friends. They're not our group."

Rick could hear the fear in her voice. They had brushed against the doors of death so many times in only a few hours. But they had escaped it too.

He understood her fears. Of course he did, he had the same ones. But he had to be hopeful, for them both.

"You trust me."

It wasn't a question, but she answered it all the same. "Of course I do."

"Cassie, we need them."

"That bitch tried to kill you, Rick. And now that prick wants to as well. You're not safe."

"Baby..."

"Rick, please."

Her pleas came out as whispers, and Rick wanted to give in. God, he would listen to every wish she had, and he would race to the ends of the earth and back to grant them.

But, this wasn't about him. This wasn't about keeping himself safe. This was about her. Giving her a chance.

These people, they were a chance for her.

He shook his head slightly, the sight causing Casper to let go of his hand and take a step back. She didn't wait for him to speak. She knew he had his mind set. So, she rolled back her shoulders, and just like that, Rick saw all the emotions that had been festering within her wash out. Now, in its place, sat a look of indifference.

A grim smile pulled itself across her face despite her best efforts, "we should figure out an escape plan then."

She brushed past him and peered over the edge of the building as she took in the view. The streets were full of walkers, and there was no way for them to get through.

"God, it's like Times Sqaure down there."

Andrea stood a distance away from her, Jacqui at her side as they peered over the edge. Her voice prompted Morales to ask, "how's that signal?"

"Like Dixon's brain - weak."

Casper couldn't help the snort that escaped her, the sound causing T-Dog to look her way and exchange cautious smiles.

It seemed her amusement of the insult only pissed off Merle even more, "y' think tha's funny, bitch. I'll show you funny when I get outta these cuffs."

The threat caused anger to strike itself through Rick's body. The whole group could see how his shoulders had raised, and his eyes narrowed at the words. His face twisted in silent fury as he turned his way back to Merle, but Casper's words seemed to beat him to it.

"Well, until then I guess your just a bitch on a leash. I'm sure we could find you a treat," Casper faced Merle, leaning her hands on her knees as she bent forward to be level with his eyes, "if you behave. Give us a bark, Merle."

Merle's face turned red in fury, an enraged growl leaving his throat as he tried to control his anger. A sound Casper only used to rile him up more, "good boy."

T-Dog and Glenn couldn't hold their laughs. Even Andrea seemed to be amused by their antics. Casper could see Rick's shoulders shake as he held back his laughter, and when he looked her, she saw how his eyes lit up for a moment.

She was ready to smile back, as though smiling at him had become a second nature. But remembering she was upset with him, she had turned away quickly, missing how his eyes dulled and his delight dwindled in the absence of her's.

The comment had caused Merle to fight against the handcuffs harder, spitting slurs and threats her way as she straightened up to her height, hands in the air in false surrender.

"Okay, Dixon. Chill, before you hurt yourself," as much as she hated to admit it, she did feel a bit of guilt at her words. Even more so at the effect they seemed to have. But it was worth the short-lived satisfaction she had felt, at least that's what she told herself.

She stepped back away from the man who was still frothing at the mouth as he seethed with anger, her movement encouraging the others to follow as they created a larger gap between themselves and the leashed man.

Deciding to change topics, Casper suggested an idea for their escape, "if we can't go through the streets, is it possible to go under? Like, through the sewers?"

Morales spoke up, "hey, Glenn, check the alley. You see any manhole covers?"

"No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are."

Geeks. Walkers.

She still didn't understand why everyone didn't just call them what they were. Zombies. I mean, there's only been like hundreds of movies made about an apocalypse just like this.

It was probably the first time Jacqui spoke up, hoping to provide a useful option, "maybe not. Old building like this built in the twenties. Big structures often had drainage tunneled into the sewers in case of flooding down in the subbasements."

Casper was impressed, "how do you know that?"

"It’s my job – was. I worked in the city zoning office."

If the rest of the group was impressed by the revelation, they didn't let it be known.

At the suggestion, the group decided to make their way back down to the building, Casper doing her best to stay away from Rick as she tried to accept the circumstances of their situation. She couldn't leave him. She didn't want to, so if this was what he thought was best, she would accept it. It would just take time.

She couldn't be mad at him, and even if she was, she could never stay mad at him. There was just some part innate part of her that told her she couldn't stay with this many people. A part of her that knew she didn't do well with people, and she was better off on her own, or even just with Rick.

But she trusts him. So she'll do this, she'll try. For him.

Unbeknownst to her, Glenn and T-Dog had fallen back, their curiosity of the girl causing them to go to the one man they believed to be an expert on her.

Glenn nudged his shoulder against Rick, the action causing him to receive a raised eyebrow in question.

Glenn nodded his head towards Casper's figure, leading the group back to the lower building - "what's her story?"

"I think that's somethin' ya gotta ask her."

Glenn scratched the back of his neck, his head ducked down as he reluctantly admitted, "I would. But I'm also terrified she'll try to stab me."

The confession drew out a soft laugh from Rick, he had also been surprised when she pulled out the knife, her behaviour so different from the girl he knew before that moment.

But in the back of his mind, he liked to think moments like those were when the parts of herself she had lost in that hospital were just trying to make their way back. And whether or not that was the case, he would accept her as she is and beg her to stay regardless of who she turned out to be.

"Well then," it was T-Dog who spoke now, "you said you're here for your family, right?"

Rick nodded.

"So, she's your wife? Who are you guys looking for? Your kid?"

Rick looked at him in surprise before turning towards Glenn, and seeing that, he also looked at him expectantly. The silence only prompted Glenn to continue for his friend, "I mean, it's the way you guys look at each other. And even all the touching, the knife thing with Andrea, the way you guys are always whispering to each other. We're not blind."

Rick could feel a twinge of guilt as Glenn spoke. Here he was so close with his Cassie that these people had mistaken her as his wife.

The darker part of Rick, the part that didn't feel any guilt and begged to lose himself in his desires and escape his morals, felt pride dwell in his heart and delight swirl around lower down. His possessiveness, his protection, his compassion, and her own had convinced them- tricked them that they were one. Husband and wife.

Rick sighed deeply, having the decency to look at least a bit ashamed as he admitted, "I'm looking for my son, and my wife."

If T-Dog and Glen were surprised by the admittance, they kept it to themselves, even then Rick found the sudden urge to defend Casper, to justify his relationship to her, to show that what they were wasn't wrong, it was just different.

A bond forged by the end of times.

"But, Cassie. Cassie helped me, helps me. She got me all the way here, came with me when she didn't have to. She was the first person I found in this world, and when the world is as broken as it is right now? Well, that means something. At least, it does to me. She's important." To me.

They could hear the plea in Rick's voice, for them to understand he wasn't a liar or a cheat, he was just a man who was losing hope and strength and he found that in Casper. Even if she didn't have much herself.

He found it in her honeyed eyes, in the sound of her laughter, in the presence of her warmth, in the feel of her soft hand fitting perfectly into his own calloused palms, in her intoxicating scent, in the way she looked towards him for guidance and support and comfort.

She was an anchor to him in a world that was begging him to lose his mind and give up.

It may not be right, but it was all he had. All he wanted and all he needed, even if he tried to avoid that truth himself.

Rick knew he had to find his family, and he would. He would risk every ounce of his being, sell every fraction of his soul to find them. Carl was his son, his flesh and blood. And Lori, she was the person that knew him inside-out, the person he had loved since high school, and there would always be a part of himself that was attached to her, a connection he could never break. She was the mother of his child.

But there was a growing part of Rick that couldn't fathom the idea of leaving Casper, of leaving her to fend for herself. Maybe that's why he chose to stay with this group, because if he had to face the inevitable decision between his family and her, at least there was a possibility he didn't have to leave her alone.

But he hoped it didn't come to that, his mind roiled in agony at the idea of abandoning her the same way her folks had in that hospital bed. Except this time, there was no forgetting the past.

No, if he had to leave her, he would be haunted by her ghost until the end of his days. And still, he would find himself grateful that he was graced with her presence in some form.

But would she be destroyed? Broken? Or would she thrive without him there?

Rick was desperately avoiding thinking of the upcoming decision he would have to make, but considering how Casper was avoiding him now as she tried to come to terms with one of his decisions already, he wouldn't be able to avoid them much longer.