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saw your post about the “sex drug” trope and had a thought… what if daryl were to find some of those gas station rhino pills while on a supply run 👀

Oh my GOD yes Daryl 100% seems like the type of man that would actually try them especially s1&2!!!! I have no idea what even happens when a dude takes those so I'll have to look into it and see what I come up with

you know where to find me

and i know where to look

Takin this killer!Rick x reader a lil too seriously got this as my lockscreen for inspiration

Picture is from altafrodisiac on Twitter

Pain breaks the rhythm

Hi i know probably serial killer!Daryl one shot's have ended but i kinda have a idea for another smutty content so hear me out...blow job but Daryl is holding her jaw to keep her from closing it( and probably for not biting him) and making her gag

Okay yes this is very hot! I'll def write this as like a kind of dark!daryl

SEX EDUCATION

re2!leon kennedy x afab!reader // 2.5k words

summary: You tell him that you need to practice a certain set of skills, and he's more than happy to oblige. His lack of experience is simply a... bonus of the arrangement.

warnings: 18+ only. heavy corruption and praise kink. reader is a weirdo but everything is explicity consensual.

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You sink to your knees before the couch, between the wide spread of Leon's legs, and a ruddy blush blooms out along his cheeks. Timid and tender, the color of ripe cherries painted beneath the skin. You know he would taste just as sweet.

“You've really never done this before?” you ask, question absent of accusation, fingers massaging his upper thighs through the fabric of his jeans. A simple up and down, thumbs digging into the muscle.

He shakes his head, eyes glassy and reverent, hands white-knuckling the edge of the cushion. Hasn't even pulled his cock out and he's already trembling, hips twitching when your touch wanders too close to the crease of his thighs. You do it on purpose, again and again, just to watch him squirm.

The rush of power triggers something dark and miasmic inside your brain. A lurking, infectious thing with its heart set on ruining the man before you, feeding on his innocence. It opens its maw and gnashes its teeth as you palm him through his unzipped pants, mouth watering at the hardness beneath your teasing fingers.

(”You've done more than I have,” he huffs, pointedly ignoring the weight of your curious gaze. “Not sure if dry humping on your girlfriend's couch even counts.”)

Poor, needy thing.

You've had this sickness in your gut for a while, an infectious miasma that grew and grew alongside your relationship with Leon. An infatuation years in the making, brought to climax when you shared your troubles regarding a non-existent sex life.

He gasps a stuttering breath, eyes fluttering shut when you slip a hand beneath his underwear. Already, the tip slicks wet with precum. Twitches heavy against your hand, seeking, a primal plea rooted deep in his DNA.

(”Haven't sucked a dick in so long I think I've forgotten how.” Catalystic words, grumbled on the same couch he's spread out on. A simple act of testing the waters, splashing your feet around to get a feel of the temperature.

He looks over at you all wide-eyed, an eagerness stamped down by his fear of rejection, the neck of a fresh beer strangled beneath his fingers. Condensation drips down the glass, a perfect circle wetting the thigh of his jeans.

You can think of a better reason for those fingers of his.)

His cock springs up when you tug down his underwear, and a long moment passes of shuffling before his pants wind around his ankles, stuck on his sneakers. You sit back, hands resting on the inside of his knees, a steadfast, calming pressure as you take him in. Muscular legs dusted in fine blond hair, thickening as you close in on his groin. The pretty curve of his cock, the flush-pink head. You swallow down a rush of spit that fills your mouth, already anticipating the taste of him on your tongue.

The sudden sound of him clearing his throat stops your starting.

“Ready?” you ask, leaning in close, nuzzling at his lower belly through his shirt. He smells good, like the fresh pine of body wash and clean, flower-pressed clothes.

How sweet of him.

“Yeah.” His voice breaks on the word, hips twitching forward on the cushion.

Cute cute cute cute—

“Stay still for me, okay?” A test to see how well he follows directions, your smile soft, tender at its seam.

His little mutter of, “Yeah,” ignites a wave of heat down to the pit of your gut. So obedient, driven by hindbrain desperation. Fit to burst down the middle.

You start out slow—a trail of loving pecks up the underside of his cock. Ghosting your lips over the skin, depriving yourself of your urges to taste him. To sate your appetite. In turn, whatever resolve he managed to collect shatters at your touch. He gasps like he's been stabbed, hips locking at the last second to avoid disobeying your request.

Spit pools in your mouth, settles in the little divot your tongue makes when you curl it, only to be spread over the vein that runs underside his length. It pulses against your touch, jerks toward his belly when you circle over his frenulum.

“Where you going?” you ask, lips spread into a teasing smile.

A second passes before he breaks into a laugh, head collapsing against the back of the couch, and all the tension is vacuumed from the room. Easy to pretend that this arrangement is long-followed routine, more for his sake than yours.

When the giggles have settled, you take him into the wet heat of your mouth. You hum at the taste of him, the salt-musk of precum, the cleanliness of his skin—

The beast settles, bares its belly from within the cage of your chest.

“Oh, fuck.” Leon reaches up to grip your shoulders, fingers fisting in your shirt when you hollow out your cheeks and swallow him down. “Shit—please—”

He babbles as you work him over, languid bobs of your head that leave him shivering, each inhale a shaky gasp. A lightning-strike fire of unused nerves, impossibly sensitive.

Each reaction from his body licks over your ego, whispers to it sweet nothings, strokes you between the legs with a timid finger. You knew he would be good (so, so good for you) but you never could've imagined this. A sweet little thing, fully ripe, tasty. Skin and all.

When your nose meets his groin, cockhead lodged in the sheath of your throat, he cums without warning—hips grinding against your face, knees locking against your shoulders to keep you in place; the poor thing reduced to basal instinct, rationale fried by orgasm. He attempts some semblance of one, a pitiful whine that dies in his throat, but it doesn't bother you.

You swallow it all anyway.

A tinge of sadness curls in your belly. If only you could have tasted him.

You pull away from him with a wet pop, eyes darting up to his face. You're no better than him. No less a kneeling dog, hungry for validation.

It was good, right? Didn't I do good?

He dips his chin toward his heaving chest and meets your gaze, eyes lidded and watery, cheeks flushed. Pretty. So so pretty.

“That was… fast. I'm—”

“Don't. I liked it.” You crawl up next to him on the couch, hand soothing the skin of his thigh. “And besides, we can always work on it.”

He blinks at you, sluggish in his haze. Can only say, “That was… Jesus. Good.”

Inside, you preen. “Guess I didn't need the practice after all.”

“Fuck no.”

He dissolves into a fit of giggles. Exhales a deep, relaxed sigh. Turns his head to grin at you, and your heart swells to the point of sickly-sweet pain.

Yeah, you can work with this.

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.

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He looks at a wet pussy for the first time and forgets how to act.

Sat on his knees before the couch, your legs spread out atop the cushions, he flushes red from the tops of his cheeks down to the neckline of his shirt, eyes alert and searching.

(”Can you teach me how to… ya know?”

You don't know, but then his eyes dart to your lap, a nod of his head following.

Oh. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Quite the opposite given the well of heat that rises in your belly.

“Are you sure?” you ask. “I don't want you to feel like you have to—”

“No, I want to.” His cheeks redden, a shy smile stretching his lips. “A lot.”)

You bite back a smile, adjusting your hips to balance on the edge. “You can touch me, ya know.”

He gives your face a glance, shoulders unfurling from around his ears at whatever expression he sees (no doubt one of anticipation, expectancy). Curls his fingers around your hips, touch gentle, almost wary in the way his thumbs soothe a path over your skin.

His lips twitch into a wincing smile. “I don't really know where to start.”

Something black and viscous twists in your belly. The source of your wickedness—why your insides clench at the plight of his innocence; why you fight the urge to grin at the smallness of his voice.

“Just give it a little kiss. Try different things.” You brush a hand through the silk of his hair, smile loose on your lips. “There's no rush, okay?”

He nods, and a warm breath of air washes over the slick of your cunt. Relief at your relaxation. You reach down and part your inner labia with fore and middle finger, your other hand stretching over the crown of his head to coax him closer.

When his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, your muscles clench around emptiness, a gnawing ache that pangs in your belly. A great chasm of need begging to be stated.

Baby steps. Patience stretched thin for the end reward.

“Have you ever seen a pussy up close?”

He shakes his head, hums his dissent as his eyes dissect you between the legs. You must look a needy mess, slicked up and spread open for him, ready for feasting.

“What do I—” He cuts himself off with a thick swallow, a blink, before the wet muscle of his tongue licks a slow path from hole to clit.

Poor, lost baby. So ready to please, to make you feel good in spite of his inexperience. But you'll teach him. Show him how to properly eat a pussy.

Your hips jolt, a low moan punched from your chest. On instinct, your fingers twist in the silk of his hair, fist a steady weight against the back of his head. He shifts, hands moving to grasp the back of each thigh, opening you up as his tongue licks over your cunt.

He lacks rhythm and just misses your clit on each upstroke, but you applaud his tenacity. The wet squelch each time his tongue dips into your hole, a tease that makes your hips jolt.

When you catch his gaze (his eyes so pretty as they look up at you, puppy-doggish, the blue swallowed by a central sea of black just begging for praise), your teeth catch on your lower lip.

“How's it taste?” you ask, free hand rising to pluck at a nipple.

He sighs against you, pulls away a moment to groan, “Good,” before diving back in.

For all his eagerness, you refuse to cave easily. He needs to earn your pleasure, learn for himself what makes you feel good. But he's observant, malleable. Internalizes your reactions, files each of them away until he hits his mark. Unfortunately, he doesn't understand the importance of consistency just yet.

His desperation keeps you engaged, indefinitely on edge. An anxious bird flitting between trees, never settling in one place—the nest is right there, swollen and sticky and so so sensitive, and if he'd just touch it—

You end his torment by grabbing his face, palms cupping his jaw, a cooing voice that says, “Here, baby.” A finger ghosting over your clit, a map for his tongue to follow.

A jolt shocks your spine when his lips seal around your clit, fingers dimpling the fat of your thighs, and he sucks. Mouth impossibly hot, drooling down the seam of your cunt. The hum of his groan leaves you fisting his hair between your fingers, pulling him closer.

You trap him there with both hands on either side of his head, orgasm unraveling from the base of your spine, a slow spill of sticky molasses. A long-played game of accidental edging wore down your resolve.

He whines against you, suckling in uneven spurts that, in any other circumstance, would leave you groaning in frustration, but his eyes stare up at you all wide and wet. Pleading. Starving for it.

(what a sweet, pitiful thing he is; how could you not wish to keep him?)

The dark miasma of your need rears its ugly head, a steady purr vibrating your ribs—

You cum with a sharp jerk of your thighs, a tightening of your abdomen, and everything burns white-hot in the blackhole darkness behind your eyelids. He grips you hard enough to hurt in an effort to tug you closer, and pleasure-pain grinds your hips against his face.

And then everything stops. You sag against the couch with a heaving sigh as he licks his tongue over your cunt, cleaning you much like a dog would a wound.

Your very own obedient little puppy.

“Good boy,” you sigh, smoothing his hair away from his forehead. “So, so good.”

Behind him, you swear you see a ghostly tail begin to wag.

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The following weekend, he lets you fuck him. You only ask the question once, phrase it as polite as possible lest his brain leak out through his ears—

(”Ya know, you're missing out on the whole sex thing.”

“Is it really that good?”

“Yeah. I can show you, if you want.”)

You seat yourself on his cock and admire the honey-silk stretch, the tautness of his belly beneath your fingers, the shine of his eyes as he stares up at you. His hands suspended in air next to your waist, body frozen as all rationale drains from his brain down to the pinpoint pleasure of velvety heat.

He cums after the fourth bounce of your hips—long, languid pumps that swallow him from root to tip. The squelch from your cunt overwhelms the hush of your bedroom, following each involuntary clench of your muscles.

It took nothing to get you wet for him: the mere thought of being his first, a bit of kissing, his fumbling touches beneath your shirt. A tangible devotion. A need to impress.

How pretty he looks spread out on your bed is just a bonus.

It's the cutest thing you've ever seen. How he reaches for your hand (he needs the comfort you suppose), bucks up into you, moans high-pitched and whiny. Head pressed back into the pillow, blushed neck on full display. You wish to sink your teeth into the thrumming pulse, taste blood in the back of your throat. A gift for the occasion.

But you don't. Can't scare him away just yet—not when you've made so much progress.

You stay seated until his breathing evens out and his eyes flutter open, and then you catch them in the reflection of lamp light: a line of tears that disappear into his hairline.

“Ohhhh, poor baby. It's okay.” Your hand cups his jaw, lips pressing soft to his forehead. “You did so well.”

“I didn't last,” he whines pitifully against your shoulder.

And yet you still ache. A bottomless pit of need, the thing inside you more ravenous than ever. An ache so great you could cry, too.

But you have plenty of time to get yours.

“Then we'll have to do it again, won't we?”

He grunts in response, big hands grabbing your hips. The air thickens as if your bedroom holds its breath, waiting on a decision.

When he rolls you onto your back and crawls down the bed, your legs part on instinct.

Sexy

Rick Grimes x f!Reader - Shadows and Starlight 18+

AN: Got this idea while watching the first episode today and it was amazing, I'm a bit rusty writing smut but I hope y'all still enjoy this. Btw, GIF is mine give credits when using.

Warnings: smut, age gap, unprotected sex

Summary: An evening of playing poker with Rick becomes intense quickly.

!Minors do not interact!

In the quiet hours of the evening, beneath the clear sky of the night the stars were shimmering and watching over Rick and you.

The night had settled over the CRM and Rick and your apartment complex, you found yourselves seated across from each other at a simple table in dim light in Rick's apartment, a deck of cards scattered between you.

Rick’s eyes were reflecting the soft light of the lamp as he watched you shuffle the deck of cards; he shared a smile with you. It was a rare moment of peace, a brief reprieve from the constant struggle against the undead.

The cards danced between your fingers, each shuffle a silent affirmation of your shared defiance against the forces that sought to control you. In the dim light, the lines etched upon Rick's weathered face softened, revealing glimpses of the man he once was before the world had fallen apart. How you wished you could’ve known this Rick, you didn’t like Rick when you first met him and neither did he like you. But over the years the two of you had spent here you started to build a friendship with each other; and eventually you began to see more in him than a friend.

Across the table you met his gaze with a sense of camaraderie born from your shared experiences in the CRM. You had both felt the weight of the CRM's iron fist, its shadow looming over every step you took. But here, in this fleeting moment of freedom, you found solace in each other's company.

“You know, I never thought I'd find myself playing cards with you in my apartment.” he sighed and laid his cards down, and you laughed as you won this round.

“If you would’ve told me this three years ago, I would’ve punched you even harder in the face.” you laughed, and Rick laughed too raising his brow and sighing “Well…”

“You wanna go for another round?” he asked, and you looked at your watch “It has gotten late. I think I’m out for the night.” you said to him and slowly raised from your seat.

Rick followed you and nodded “Of course.” he followed you to the door and as you were about to reach for the handle Rick began to speak “I had fun tonight; I haven’t felt this easy and light in a long time.”

Rick spoke and looked at you as you turned around “Me too, Rick.” your gaze softened “I hope we can repeat this soon.” you smiled gently at him and before you could turn around to leave Rick reached for your wrist with his hand.

“Please… Stay a bit longer.” he said in a raspy tone, and you could feel how the whole mood in his apartment began to change. Suddenly the apartment felt moodier with the soft light of the single lamp lit in the living room and it wasn’t so cold anymore.

Was this finally happening? Was this the moment in which Rick would finally do all these things you had been thinking of for months?

“Well, what do you have in mind?” you asked him, knowing exactly what Rick was hinting at. He smiled with a warm smile at you, and you could feel his hand travelling up your arm “I… I’ve been lonely for a while, and I enjoy your company. I understand if you don’t want to though.” he raised his brows and gave you an apologetic look, but you smiled softly at him.

You stepped a little closer to him and wrapped your hands around his neck, pushing yourself flush against him causing him to gasp “I’d love to, but there is something you should know. I have only ever done this once…” you said with a slight blush spreading on your cheeks.

“This isn’t a problem for me.” Rick said, placing his hand around your waist “Only if you want to do this, I don’t want to –“ you cut him off and kissed him gently, pressing your lips against his.

How you have longed for this moment, to kiss him, to feel his lips against your, they were so soft, so warm and slightly chapped against yours and you could taste the whisky on them.

He moaned into the kiss as your lips parted, you looked into his blue orbs for a few moments and admired him, playing with his hair as Rick slowly pulled you to his bed.

The frame of his bed met the back of his legs and fell onto his bed, he huffed with you as he fell onto the bed. You were standing before him and slowly climbed into his lap, swinging your legs around his waist and as you lowered yourself you could already feel him hardening.

“Oh…” you moaned while you were getting a more comfortable position on his lap and accidentally began grinding into him “Fuck.” Rick sighed “You really are this inexperienced? Hm…” he said and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded and gave him a sweet smile, his hand slowly wandered from your cheek over your neck and sternum to your abdomen where it found the hem of your shirt and tugged at it. His hand felt so warm and so large beneath you as you breathed shakily as Rick touched you.

“A shame I won’t be the first inside you.” he whispered and you slowly helped him take your shirt off, you threw it on the floor and sighed as you sat in his lap in your bra.

He noticed how insecure you were and looked at you “You sure you wanna do this?” Rick asked and you nodded “I want you so badly Rick… I never wanted a man more in my life.” you whimpered as Rick pushed himself against you.

“Oh sweetheart. Tell me how do you want me?” Rick asked and you leaned closer to him so you could whisper into his ear “I want you to take me how you want to, to use me for your pleasure, to fuck me from behind and show me how a real man takes care of a woman.” Rick hummed as he listened to your words and you could feel his cock getting harder as you could feel yourself growing wetter.

“I bet none of these boys your age know how to properly fuck a sweet girl like you.” Rick groaned as he slowly undid your bra with his hand, you sighed and took it off, letting it fall to the floor near your shirt.

“Fuck…” Rick breathed while he looked at your face and down your breasts “You’re so beautiful you know that?” he whispered and leaned close to you, his lips placing kisses over your neck.

His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your neck and you whimpered, pressing yourself against his hardening cock. Rick hummed in return and placed his hand on your breast groaning as he felt the soft flesh in his hand.

You moaned under Rick’s touch feeling yourself getting wet so quickly for him, you knew you’d cum quickly with him “I wanna see you too.” you said breathlessly and Rick looked up at you.

He nodded before he slowly began to take his shirt off, you helped him making it easier and faster for him. Your eyes widened when you took in the view of his torso, he was lean and his muscles were visible, his shoulders and chest were so broad.

Slowly you let your hands travel over Rick’s skin and he leaned his face against your neck, he closed his eyes and felt the soft touch of your hands, it’s been too long since Rick had been touched. Your hands wandered over his strong back and slowly wandered over his chest, the hairs slowly rising to attention under your touch.

“I can’t wait much longer for you.” he breathed and looked with desperation in his eyes at you “Only if you can though.” Rick added and you nodded “I want to, come.” you said and climbed off his lap to take your shoes and pants off.

You helped Rick out of his shoes and pants, he didn’t mind since you didn’t make him feel sorry about himself for losing his hand and merely did this to feel him faster. He was left in his boxers and you were standing before him in only your panties, Rick pulled you closer to him by your hand and looked at you with a smile and began to place soft kisses on your abdomen and wandered to your inner thighs, placing hot kisses against your soft skin.

Rick slowly pulled down your panties and waited for your to continue “Can I ride you?” you asked and Rick nodded with a smile “What happened to, I want you to take me how you want to?” he asked playfully and you blushed “It’s okay.” he reassured you. He took off his boxers and climbed on the bed properly where you joined him. Slowly you climbed on his lap and sighed as you could feel his cock being only a few inches away from where you needed him the most.

“Are you sure you can take me like that?” Rick said with a smile on his face and you nodded “Just let me, okay?” you asked and Rick leaned back watching you as you slowly reached for his cock and gave him a few pumps.

He was feeling heavy, hard and so large in your hand, you slowly began pumping him in your hand and with a groan Rick stopped you “Don’t. If I cum, I want to cum inside you, fill that tight and sweet pussy of yours, but if you keep doing that I’ll cum all over your hand.” you could feel yourself blushing at that, you culdn’t believe a man like Rick would cum this quickly, but here he was warning you.

Carefully you lined Rick’s fat cock up with your tight and dripping entrance and whimpered as you sunk down on him. You fell over and pushed your hand against Rick’s chest causing him to grunt “Easy girl… Just… fuck, easy nice and slow.” he sighed and guided you with his hand on your hip onto his cock.

You had him inside you, all of him and he was huge, splitting you in half as he was the second man in your life to be inside you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, so wet and so tight, all for me.” Rick rasped and kissed you hungrily. Moaning you began to move on top of him, not wanting to wait any longer, but his cock was so overwhelming, you could barely move.

“Rick! I- “ you whimpeed, feeling too full as your legs began to shake “Oh sweetheart, you were so eager to ride me and now?” he mocked you and slowly turned the two of you over so he was on top of you.

Rick pressed himself flush against your body and pushed his hips tightly against yours, so he could pound you while cuddling you, getting the warmth and closeness he had yearned for earlier.

“I- Rick!” you screamed as Rick began pounding into you, your legs shaking while Rick moved his hips and followed his instincts, you felt so amazing around him he was just fucking you, not caring about anything as he felt your soft and wet walls around you and caressed your warm skin.

He got lost in the feeling of your hands roaming his body, of your nails digging into the muscles of his back as he could feel you tighten around him as you couldn’t even get a moan out of you anymore. Rick was literally taking your breath away as your body got tense and your walls began to tighten even more around him.

“Oh fuck baby, you gonna cum? You gonna cum around my cock? I bet no man your age can fuck you as I do huh?” Rick panted through his eager and powerful thrusts as he made his bed bang against the wall.

You looked deep into his blue eyes nodding and whimpering while your mouth was hanging open and you began cumming around his cock, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucked you through your orgasm.

With a grunt Rick chuckled and whispered against your ear “You still wanna get fucked from behind?” he asked and you nodded in your state of bliss.

Rick chuckled when he pulled out of you and helped you turn around, you were such a mess, your cunt wet and sore from the pounding he had given you. Your legs were shaking as Rick positioned you how he liked you, he spread your legs as your head fell into his pillow, it smelled like him and you inhaled deeply.

His warm hand wandered over your back, caressing your soft skin and he aligned himself with your dripping cunt, pushing his cock inside you again. You moaned as Rick pushed himself into you again and began to pound into you.

The sounds of your moans, his panting and words of praise filled the air of his apartment with the noise of skin meeting skin desperately.

“Oh good girl… Good girl… Fuck you take my cock so well.” Rick groaned and you could feel his thrusts start to become more erratic.

Rick’s thrusts got more desperate and with a grunt, he fell over and held still, cumming deep inside you with loud pants. His legs were shaking and with every pump of his cock he filled you up with his hot cum.

“Fuck…” Rick sighed and pulled out of you, falling to your side and breathing heavily as you laid in his bed, shaking and breathless.

He looked at you breathlessly and asked “You alright?” and you nodded “Just the best fucking of my life.” you chuckled and Rick reached out for you to caress the skin of your back.

“You didn’t even get me to fuck you while I was in my prime.” Rick laughed and you huffed “Doesn’t matter, I’ve never had such a good cock inside me, let alone a man who knows how to use it.” you spoke and Rick nodded, feeling even better at your words of praise.

You stayed with Rick the night and fucked with him a few more times, you’d never forget this night.

After hearing Norman Reedus say "dirty little whore" I've been accidentally writing it into so many smut scenes with him cause it's just way too hot.

So if you see him saying that in my fanfics, just know it's because of that voice clip that plays on repeat in my head

EDIT ITS FROM NIGHT OF THE TEMPLAR THANK YOU KIND COMMENTER

Today was my birthday and I got the rare stew and some banging slippers. All that's missing is Daryl or Frank Castle penis. Either will work I am not picky