kinktober day six — guided masturbation + stepcest
ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; your stepdad catches you touching yourself, and offers to help (Rick Grimes x fem!reader)
ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; stepcest, stepdad!rick (don’t like it, don’t read), pre apocalypse, rick is a little crass about it?, lowk hinted at a semi drunk!rick, smut, minors do not interact!!!, guided masturbation, allusions to oral, rick calls her a good girl towards the end, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling), but that’s it?
ཐི♡ཋྀ — word count; 1,773 words
ཐི♡ཋྀ — a/n; back on my liking pervy old men shtick lol
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: finding a quiet moment with your husband early one morning (Daryl Dixon x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: alexandria before the saviors
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut (with tiny plot), p in v, creampie, soft!daryl + husband!daryl, reader and daryl have two kids, daryl kinda needs some reassurance towards the end, they both say they love the other, uh i’m pretty sure that’s it?? kinda ended abruptly too ?? lmk if i missed any
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your relationship with rick is new, so when you get to alexandria and a new guy tries flirting with you, rick doesn’t like it (Rick Grimes x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: alexandria
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: jealousy, un-named alexandrian flirts with reader, poorly written smut, oral (m receiving), implied age gap (not mentioned but rick is older), ricks possessive, rewrote this halfway through so hope it actually all makes sense, teeny tiny threat of rick cumming over readers face (he doesn’t), lmk if i missed any
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 970
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: actually already had this idea, so two birds with one stone
Daryl has always been your lifeline, your escape from a broken home and a rough childhood on the wrong side of Atlanta, Georgia. No matter how hard things got, you had him, and he had you—until Officer Shane Walsh came along and turned your world upside down. As your bond with Daryl starts to unravel, so does the world around you. Now, you’re navigating a post-apocalyptic nightmare, where survival means facing not just the walkers, but trying to repair what you once had with Daryl and Shane’s increasingly aggressive behavior. Set during Seasons 1 & 2 of The Walking Dead.Reader insert. Important note:For this story’s purpose, Daryl is in his 20s during s1 of TWD. Fem reader. Use of Y/N. warnings: canon violence, mentions of: s/a, drug and alcohol use, abusive parents, domestic violence, (canon) character deaths, violence against mfc
*this fic is currently under construction, some chapters are being edited so plz be patient! Feel free to message about anything that I might miss in the process*
listen you didn’t give me an actual request so what did you expect? || lightly smutty MDNI 18+, no zombie outbreak, promise I dont support cheating but I just wanted the dialogue, post coitus, dirty talk ||
When Rick snaps at one of the locals in Alexandria for the third time that day, you don’t even have to ask what’s bothering him. His body language tells you everything. The way his jaw tightens whenever he’s deep in thought, the way he shuts down when someone tries to talk to him, the restless energy he can’t seem to shake.
You tried to give him space at first, thinking maybe it was just the stress of everything catching up with him. But the longer the day drags on, the more it feels like a storm is brewing. And you’re starting to realise that it’s not just the world weighing on him today. It’s something else. Something you know you should have picked up on sooner, but you’ve been so wrapped up in everything else. Rick’s frustrated. Sexually. You can see it now—how he clenches his fists and bounces his leg. How his eyes linger a little too long on your chest and your legs when he speaks to you. How every little thing seems to annoy him just that much more.
You feel a little guilty. It’s been a while, too long in fact, since the two of you properly fucked. With everything going on, the long days and the endless fight for survival, you’ve both been neglecting each other. Usually, when things get busy like this the two of you resort to hushed whispers and wandering hands under the sheets late at night - a quick release before falling asleep. But even they have fallen away. Things have been tense in Alexandria. Rick’s been under a lot of pressure and, in attempts to relieve it, you’ve stepped up. You’ve take on more responsibilities, adding to your already active role in the community. Taking from your already sparse time with Rick. And now, looking at him, you realise how badly it’s hit him.
You know that, in theory, you could fix it immediately, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You’ve always been good at getting under his skin, even when he’s in a bad mood. You enjoy the shifting power balance in the bedroom: you like when Rick takes control of your body, of your pleasure. But you can’t deny how you love making him squirm every now and then, to watch him turn to a panting mess beneath you. Something stirs in you at the thought.
You make your way to him.
Rick is sitting at the table cleaning his gun when you find him. His movements are quick and sharp, his body tense and brow furrowed. You lean against the doorway and watch him for a moment, before your low voice fills the room.
“You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”
Rick glances at you, but all he offers in response is a distracted grunt. He returns his attention to his weapon, polishing the smooth metal with unnecessary precision.
“Something you need?” you ask, your voice a mixture of something teasing and something sultry. This gets his attention- his eyes flashing at you with a hint of frustration.
“What’re you getting at?”
You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms in front of you. His gaze flickers down to your chest at the movement and you bite back a smile. You move towards him, slowly.
“I think you know exactly what I’m getting at, Rick. You’ve been wound tighter than a spring all day. What’s the matter?”
He glares at you for a moment, but there’s something more in his eyes—something hot, something desperate, like he’s fighting to keep his composure.
“I’ve been busy,” he mutters, his tone gruff. “That’s all.”
You smile, stepping a little closer. “Busy, huh? You haven’t been too busy to notice me.”
Rick runs a hand through his hair, letting out a breath as if he’s trying to hold himself together. His face turns a little pink when he realises you’ve noticed how he’s been checking you out all day.
Cute, you think.
“It’s not the time for jokes,” he says, but you can hear the weariness in his voice. You consider putting him out of his misery, but you’re having fun, and you know the build up makes it better for both of you.
So take a step forward, standing beside him now and leaning down to his level, your voice dropping to a whisper.
“Maybe it’s time for something else.”
Rick’s expression flickers, darting to the neckline of your shirt, now sitting teasingly at his eye line.
He bangs his gun down on the table and pushes his chair out to put space between the two of you. His chest moves up and down as he breathes heavily, eyes raking over you and fists clenching at his side.
You take another step towards him, voice a little softer now.
“If you needed me, you should’ve just said,” you murmur, stopping when you’re stood before him. He looks up at you, jaw tightening. “I know what’s been bothering you. I’m not blind, you know. You’ve got that look in your eyes.”
Rick’s breath catches as you straddle him where he’s sitting and begin to lower yourself onto him. “You’re all wound up, aren’t you? It’s not your fault. Been a while since we’ve made time for each other.”
His eyes glaze over slightly as you begin to grind against him slowly. You’re both wearing pants, the material acting as a double barrier between your skin, but Rick’s so turned on anything would feel good at this point. And it does, it feels so good. His lips part and he lets out a long exhale, fists clenching at his sides.
“I’m- I’ve been… tired,” he breathes and you smirk. It’s a last ditch attempt to conceal his need, to conserve his pride. But the heat in his cheeks betrays him. That, and the growing hardness that pushes at the space between your thighs.
You coo at him. “Yeah, you have been, baby. Been working hard, haven’t you? But you’re not just tired.” You lean closer to him, lips almost touching his as you whisper, “You’re frustrated.”
Rick surges forward, lips seeking yours as you pull away, smirking as desperate annoyance crosses his face. He huffs.
“Okay, maybe I’m a little… frustrated. What do you want me to do about it?”
He shifts under your weight, the warm pressure resting on his crotch becoming unbearable as he could feel himself straining against his boxers and his jeans.
“Well,” you murmur, fingers tracing gently up his neck to tangle in his curls, “we could talk about it, or…” You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head back so he’s looking up at you, panting. He shivers at the delicious feeling of your nails against his scalp, a groan leaving his lips as you pull a little harder on the strands in your grasp. His breath catches as you whisper the next words against his ear, your hips grinding down a little harder into him.
“Or, I could just take care of it.”
Without another word, you draw him in close, your lips finding his in a kiss that quickly deepens, as if both of you are trying to make up for lost time. His mouth parts and what would usually be a fight for dominance sees him give way to your lead. Your tongue pushes against his, moaning at his taste and sucking teasingly on his lip. You feel his body soften, the tension in his muscles giving way to something else entirely. His hands slide down your back, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat in his touch, the hunger that’s been simmering under the surface all this time.
When you finally pull away, you see the way his eyes search yours—hungry, desperate.
“I-” he begins, but he’s cut off by his own harsh exhale as your lips meet his neck next. You nibble at his jaw, kissing and licking down his throat and sucking a dark mark to the skin above his collarbone.
Rick groans. His hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer until you’re flush against him.
“Need you,” he mumbles, distractedly, his hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. “Need to be inside you.”
You appease his searching hands, pulling away to yank your top over your head, leaving you in just your bra. You begin to unbutton his shirt, continuing to rock deeply against him. His head falls back a little and he closes his eyes.
“YN,” he mutters, hands finding your hips and squeezing. “I need-”.
“You don’t need to tell me what you need,” you cut him off, pulling his shirt from his shoulders. “I know. You want me to fuck you, huh? Want to touch me? Want me to touch you?”
Rick’s eyes meet yours again and he nods and he nods, hope glinting in his eyes.
“That’s what you want, and that’s what you’ll get. Eventually.” You hum, dragging your hands across the expanse of his chest, dragging your nails lightly down his abdomen and feeling his muscles jolt under your touch. “But now, first, I’m gonna give you what you need, baby. And what you need, is to cum.”
You punctuate this with a particularly hard grind of your hips and the noise that leaves Rick’s mouth sends heat straight to your pussy. You can feel your panties getting wet. God, you want him too. But you want to watch him squirm more.
“Yeah, that’s what you really need, isn’t it?” You smooth some hair away from his clammy forehead. “That’s why you’re gonna cum now, just like this. Okay? Think you can do that for me?”
Rick nods weakly, his hands coming to palm at your breasts as his lips search for yours, and he tries not to think about the fact that you’re about to make him cum in his pants like a teenager. But he can’t afford to be proud. He needs it. Now.
You kiss him again as you pick up the pace, pressing down into him again and again, his hot breaths warming your skin and filling the room. There’s only so much teasing he can endure, and before long Rick’s hands are holding your hips in a bruising grip. He moans lowly, forehead pressing against yours as his eyes squeeze shut.
“What is it, huh?” You murmur. “You gonna cum?”
He grunts intelligibly and you lean forward to hear him properly.
“What was that?”
“Please, yes- please,” he rushes breathlessly, and his pleading sends you closer to your own edge.
“You don’t have to beg, baby, you’re allowed” you croon and his eyes meet yours. “Yeah, that’s it. Look at me while you cum. Let me see those eyes. That’s it. Good.”
Rick’s hips rut up into your own before stuttering. He freezes, letting out a long, low, broken groan. He moans your name into your ear and that, mixed with the stimulation of your grinding against his hardness, sends you over the edge.
You both sit there, panting for a moment, sitting in the stickiness of your pants, basking in the afterglow of each other.
You run your hands gently through his now damp curls and he turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“Better?” You whisper teasingly, and he breathes a laugh, leaning back again to meet your gaze.
He nods, hands trailing up your ribs and chest and finding purchase on your jaw as he pulls you in to his lips.
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Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader
Warnings: Merle Dixon and Shane Walsh are the worst possible men in the world
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: two of your childhood friends owing you a favor helps out when they stop you for speeding (Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: pre apocalypse
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie(it’s shane), handjob, oral (rick receiving), no lori or carl😶, reader is described as to be the same age as rick and shane/was in the same year of school as them, shane and rick are lowk dirty cops here (they bang reader to let her off), readers described to be wearing a dress, pretty sure that’s it
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