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The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live | NYCC Teaser

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DAYDREAMS AND DIALOGUES

sfw

-> Rickyl

Aftercare

Cat lover

Reader with anxiety

Face mask

Comforting a broken heart

Before bed

-> Rick

Period pains

Sitting pretty

Touch starved by star anon

Sweet escape

-> Daryl

Taking care

Eye candy

“Borrowing” Daryl’s vest

-> Shane

Trauma bond

Pierced

-> Rosita

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-> Merle

Simple misunderstanding

Merle wants to get to know pretty!chubby!reader

-> Negan

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nsfw

-> Rickyl

Size kink

Quiet car sex

Breath play

High sex

First time high sex

Lazy indulgence

Voyeurism

Daddy kink and decriphylia

Overstimming subby Daryl

Face sitting

Punishment

-> Rick

Love bites

Belly bulge

Cnc

Bondage

Groaning

Stepdad!rick teaching you how to blow him

Messy rushed make out session

Pussy drunk

Cockwarming

Season 1 vs season 5

Not so subtle invitation

Stepdad!rick eating you out through your panties

Pussy slaps

Ass guy

Practice makes perfect

Behind the barn

Breaking curfew

Poly!richonne

Confessional with stepdad!rick

Soft somno

Dear diary (stepdad!rick)

Intoxicated

Unintentionally rough

-> Daryl

Subby Daryl , continued

Subby Daryl by anon

Eye contact

Loser!virgin!daryl

Cigarette mornings

Voyeurism

Dry sex with virgin/subby daryl

Motorcycle sex

Somno

Such a sensitive boy

Trucker Daryl

Tattoo artist Daryl

Merles girl

-> Shane

Thigh riding

-> Rosita

Guiding inexperienced reader

Hyperfeminine!reader with Rick and Rosita

Corruption kink (loading…)

-> Merle

Going “hunting”

Merle getting on Daryl’s nerves (threesome)

Simple distraction

-> Negan

Choke me

Intimidation tactics

Pussy eating (loading…)

Somno/cnc (loading…)

(please do not plagiarize, copy, repost or translate any of my work here or on any other platforms. make sure to give credit where credit is due)

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JON BERNTHAL as Julian Kaye AMERICAN GIGOLO (2022) 01x05

#yes hello life alert #i've fallen and i cant get up #help

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i wish some of you lived down the street so i could go to your house and bother you in person every single day

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Demon dick would cure my depression

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Why fic no climb out of my head and lie down in paper? Why must I write fic? ☹

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my first ask!! i’m quite literally begging for more somno rick or daryl if you’re comfortable with it! i’m in love with your writing!

cw- 18+ content, somnophilia (pre-established relationship and consent)

All he can hear as he walks up the stairs is the strong wind against the side of the house. A snow storm is coming in, thankfully in time for Rick and the others to get back from there run. He knows you’re probably already sleeping. With the lights off and the doors locked.

He tries his best not to wake you as he takes his watch off and places it on the dresser. Unbuckling his belt. Shedding off his jacket. You’re there, under the covers. The soft sound of you breathing, your chest lifting up and down. Your eyes are closed, bare arms hugging a spare pillow to your chest.

You look so pretty while you sleep. He’s always thought that. Even way back at the prison, when he’d make his nightly rounds and check in on everyone, being sure to check your cell block last. Knowing it was far too late to catch you awake. You always looked so peaceful. Relaxed. Almost ethereal in the dim lit room.

You still do.

But no matter how sweet and innocent it may seem, admiring how angelic you are fast asleep in his sheets, his mind always takes a dark turn. Denim becoming tight where his cock twitches at the sight of you. At the thought of crawling in next to you and running his hand from your hips to your waist.

It tickles. His careful touch on your skin. Enough for you to let out a slightly louder puff of air. But you don’t wake up.

You never fully do.

He presses up behind you, arm pulling you close. Shoulder blades flush with his chest, ass pressed into his groin. The two of you fit like a puzzle piece.

His hands wander up your shirt, taking in your warm skin, every curve, scar and dimple. He plays with the waistband of your sleep shorts, twirling the drawstring around his index finger.

He loves the way your body reacts to him. The way you lean into his touch. Hips following his hand, subconsciously. You don’t even know you’re doing it, but your edging him on. You’re practically asking for it. For him. For his fingers. His cock.

When he slips his hand down your shorts and feels how wet you are, his eyes almost roll to the back of his head. Fuck, he thinks. You’re not just asking for it. You’re begging him and you aren’t even awake.

You’re compliant when he shimmies your shorts down your thighs, kissing all your sweet spots on your neck and shoulder. Unconsciously lifting your hips to help the man out.

He kisses the back of your neck while he lines himself up with your cunt, one hand on your thigh, pulling it upwards. Attempting to open you up from your sideways position. It works, and you’re already wet enough for him to slowly inch himself inside you.

A soft gasp leaves your lips and he fears he may have woken you. But your eyes remain closed and your face is still relaxed. Hand drifting towards the one holding your thigh.

So he fucks you. Slow and sloppily. Hands roaming up to squeeze your breasts, to feel your ribs, and dipping down to rub your clit. You stir. As you usually do. More soft gaspy moans make their way up your throat. When he leans back for a moment, and looks down between you, the dimples on the bottom of your back, your plump ass moving with every thrust. And a thick, white, creamy substance coats his cock as he fucks in and out. You’re soaking. Creaming all over his cock. You have one hand clutching the sheets, and the other reaching behind you, grabbing for his skin. Anything you can reach. Arms, shoulders, legs even. You’re not 100% awake yet, but you’re faxing in and out. Too close to cumming to process any confusion around the situation. And Ricks familiar smell and touch acts as a blanket of comfort. Even if you did wake up, you wouldn’t stop him.

You love him. You love this. You love it when he does this. That’s partially why he even started it. This almost nightly routine of making you cum in your sleep. Other than the fact that he’s probably just as in to it, if not more.

Your head twists around, lazily pressing your lips to his. A hot, open mouthed kiss in the midst of your sleepy, sensual act. Ricks cock hits that spot inside that lights a fire. Hot pleasure twisting in your core. Your inner legs start to shake and you give up on trying to kiss him back, face smushing back into the pillow as you let him fuck the orgasm out of you. Pushing you down on your stomach and mounting you for better range of motion.

You cum with your face in the pillow, biting back a scream. His hands push in between your shoulder blades, pinning you down as he empties himself inside you. You take it like a good little slut. Unable to move. Unable to escape.

Not that you’d ever really want to.

#Rick grimes x reader #sinsandsweetness #rick grimes #rick grimes smut #twd #twd rick #the walking dead #soft somno #somno fantasy #i'm actually going fucking insane

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can i just say that i really appreciate all the writers on here. some of y’all literally provide me stories that i look forward to immersing myself into everyday, and that is such a huge comfort for me.

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5x13 | Forget

#lord have mercy on me #i want him #i need him so bad #rick grimes #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes twd #twd rick

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Yeah, that's why I'm here

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having extremely dirty thoughts about stepdad!Rick, so i thought i’d share…

GOOD MANNERS & DIRTY SECRETS

(stepdad!Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+, use of “daddy”, overstim, vibrator, squirting… u know the drill <3

Imagine Rick snooping through your nightstand, thinking he’ll probably find something fun and naughty, but not realizing it would be a huge, pink, magic wand, tucked way in the back under a couple of vintage playboy magazines. His cock starts to stir in his jeans at the thought of you using it late at night when he’s asleep in the bedroom across the hall. Trying your best to keep quiet, biting your lip and gripping your strawberry patterned pillowcase. Of course, you immediately catch him being a fucking perv, scowling as you reach your bedroom door. About to chew him out for going through your stuff, but you stop yourself. Eyes going wide and swallowing hard when you see your dirty little secret, being turned over and inspected in his palm. Your heart and mind start to race when he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. Worried that you’ll be in trouble. That he might be angry with you. Well, more so at the fact that you’d been keeping it from him. But he doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t even give you a second to react before the door is locked and your shorts are on the floor. Your legs pushed right to your chest as he holds you against the plush mattress. With the toy on the highest setting, he presses it right against your clit, over the fabric of your white cotton panties. And you cum so embarrassingly quick that you actually apologize. As if he would mind. As if you needed his permission. And at that thought, along with your pathetic, repetitive, whimpering, “m’ sorry-”, he has to squeeze the base of his cock. Belt already unbuckled and jeans pushed halfway down his ass. He keeps the vibrator on your sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re a squirming mess underneath him. With adorable, little tears, welling up in your innocent eyes. When he notices, he decides to tell you what he what he really thinks. “If you wanna own a fuckin’ toy like this, then you better be able to take it, sweetheart. So cut it out. Enough with the tears, yeah?” And to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t let up when you cum again. Not until you’re physically writhing against his hold, grabbing at his forearm and begging him to stop because you really can’t take it anymore. That’s when he gives you a break. Just long enough to pull your damp panties to the side. A groan slips from his lips at the sight of your picture perfect pussy, all slick and glistening. The wetness that he helped create, sickeningly sweet and starting to drip down your ass. As tempting as a forbidden fucking fruit, he can’t even resist what he does next. Lining his thick, swollen, cock up with your entrance, he pushes in and fucks you hard with the wand back against your clit. Wiping your wet cheeks with his thumb, as your eyes roll back. Your quads starting to shake and twitch at the overstimulation, but you can’t even make out any words to object. Hell, you can barely think, you’re so drunk off his cock. Blissed out from the wand and his attention and his filthy words of praise. Your sweet spot being rammed into with every thrust. “Takin’ it so well, baby. One more. Just one more, sweet girl. I promise.” And he’s trying his hardest not to cum, because lord knows he could have from the sight of you alone. But soon enough, you’re moaning like a damn pornstar, whimpering against his lips as you pull him in close, “Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you-” while you release all over him, soaking the sheets below. And the only thought going through Rick’s mind while he coats your tummy with his pearly, white ribbons, is how fucking precious you are, thanking him for making you squirt all over your stepdads cock.

(this started as a daydream, however I may have gone overboard…)

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girly i need some daddy dom rick x hyper fem! reader <3

Your cheek is squished up against the wall. You can smell the fresh paint under your touch and taste Malibu rum on your teeth. Not even a minute ago you were giggling like a schoolgirl and stumbling up the carpeted stairs to your bedroom. But the second that lock on the bedroom door clicked, you found yourself here. Face and chest flush with the wall. Ricks hands gripping your hips so tight it hurts. Holding you there. Holding you still. In this bedroom, as soon as that door shuts, he’s the one in control.

Not that you mind.

His hand comes up to move your hair from your neck. Allowing him better access to plant a few kisses. He breathes you in. All sweet and edible. Like whipped cream or marshmallows.

“Mmm,” he hums into your skin, hands roaming over your hips, up and down and circling under your skirt, around to your ass. He pulls at the thin, lace, patterned tights you’re wearing. your skin is warm under his touch. Soft and warm and everything he needs.

With two hands on your ass, pulling at the fabric, you hear it before you feel it. Him ripping the back of your tights. A sharp sound of the fabric tearing echos in the silent bedroom. Followed by a wet gasp as his rough hands make there way to your panties. He doesn't care about your comfort. Only access. And the tights you’ve been wearing, well, they're in his way. And he can’t have that, now can he?

With your skirt pushed up over your hips, and your panties stretched and pulled to the side, he has his way with you. Messy, open mouthed kisses over your shoulder. Knocking teeth and the smell of coors light on his breath. Both of you intoxicated by the nights festivities, but mostly by eachother. The taste of your tongue. That tight stretch of your walls to fit all of him inside you. The wet gasps escaping your swollen lips when the tip of him brushes your sweet spot. Your fingers digging into his wrist as he pins your hips to the wall, thrusting in and out of you like some kind of animal.

Carnal fucking desire radiates from his touch. His hold. Aggressive, sure. But it’s an involuntary demonstration of passion more than anything. He doesn’t mean to leave bruises on your hip bones. He just can’t help himself with you. Driving him crazy all night in that short skirt and those delicate little tights. Doe eyes taunting him from across the room as you sipped a fruity cocktail through your straw. Legs crosses in a secretive attempt to find some relief. Some fiction between your thighs.

And hell, there’s friction now. Trapped between your husband and the wall. Beads of sweat forming on both of your hairlines. It’s as if he’s trying to fuck you through the wall. Hard and fast and hot and- fuck.

He won’t stop until your legs give out. And even then, he only gives you a moment to recover. Moving you to the plush comfort of the bed. Into a position that you doesn’t even require a lick of effort on your part.

“You just stay still and look pretty, baby.” He’d tell you as a drawn out whine leaves your throat. You’re way of telling him that you’re almost too fucked out to continue. “Just lay down and take it, yeah? Lemme see you cum all over daddy’s cock. One more, sweetie. I know you can.”

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3x02 | Sick

#absolutely feral #i'm going insane #delulu

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i love when u bitches rb my posts it’s like ur milking me . im like a little post cow

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something