october-time

[october-time]

amount of times ive had to help this freak w his geography work is crazy yall dont get it

Hey Dyl are you in school?

yup and irish is my worst enemy!!!

#< lani 3 #he thought turkey was in south america #i am NOT joking #he thought brazil was in europe #and one time he spelled asia with A H #he has the mental capacity of a toddler w crayons up its nose

[october-time]

gn but riding Joel for the first time? and he’s being soft dom but still cute, talking you through it as you sit down on it and try and take it all? he’s guiding you like, “that’s it baby, real slow, ain’t going anywhere” ?

bark bark

squeeze.

warnings: smut, first times, riding, softdom!joel, sub!gn!reader, praise kink, implied size/hand kink oopsie sorry fingers slipped, pet names, not proofread!

wc: 764

anon. im gonna smother u w my love THIS REQ IS EVERYTHING TO ME EJSKSOXNFORN im backflipping and cartwheeling

ive actually had the worst tlou brainrot ever im so tempted to rewatch or replay or just SOMETHIGNNGNGJ rrrrr

i saw a rly rly rly adorable cat on the walk home today i nearly cried it was fluffy af

i made joel a total horndog i wont be apologizing to anyone or anything FUCK THE FEDS

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN FOR U SEXY SEXY PEOPLE!! i dont bite i pinky promise yall x

enjoy even tho this is bad <3

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big hands on your hips keep you upright, keeping your unnerved body in place as you wet your lips and part your thighs, attempting to accommodate joel’s own legs beneath you. your hands curl anxiously, fingernails lightly nicking his sweaty, crawling flesh as he holds you still.

“‘s okay, darlin’,” even joel can’t hide the subtle strain in his voice, already panting, his tip barely brushing against your readily prepped hole but still enough to send little sparks of pleasure into his fuzzy brain. god, how he’s wanted this. his heated, slightly narrowed gaze flick up to meet your uncertain one, and he offers a half-hearted smile. “go on, you got it. we got all the time in the world, ‘kay?”

“mh... ‘kay,” you absentmindedly repeat his southern twang with your wiggly, breathy voice, squeezing his burly shoulders to try and amp yourself up. in return, his coarse palms close in a little tighter on your waist, giving your skin a reciprocated little squish to motivate you. another flare of arousal darts up your spine, but you focus on steadying yourself.

with a slightly sweaty hand, you reach down, tightening your fist around the shaft of his eager, neglected cock. it dribbles a bit of precum simply at your touch, betraying joel’s barely-put-together demeanour and showcasing something a little more primal within him. it’s nice, knowing how much he wants you, knowing how much love you share, know— fuck.

the sentimental shit leaves your gooey brain in a rush, a pathetic sound leaving your parted, wet lips as his tip slips beyond your entrance, pressing inside of your welcoming heat. your body clenches instinctively, fluttering around the head of joel’s twitching dick as it eases deeper and deeper inside of you, your legs moving of their own accord, craving more as you lower yourself further and further. like you’re trapped in some sort of needy, horny haze.

you get three inches in before your hips instinctively buck up, either trying to chase the sensation of being split open or trying to frantically jolt away from it. fuck if you know. you’re lucky you’re still conscious with the absolute ecstasy in your shaky body. with a drawn-out whine, you slump, pressing your smaller chest against joel’s panting, muscled one, barrelling your face into the crook of his neck. his beard tickles. “ah...”

joel can’t help but laugh, though it’s brief and loving rather than judgemental and degrading. his hands tighten, gently guiding you upright once more, just like he’s been doing for the past however-long you’ve been beating around the bush about this. the angle makes you slip down a little, taking a bit more before you’re ready, spawning another little hiccup to leave your throat. he sighs softly. “shh, you got it. c’mon, you wanted to sit on it, didn’t ya? take a lil more, baby, you can do it. know y’can. my pretty lil thing, hm?”

“...yeah.” at least you have the common sense to respond to his cooing, even if you don’t know which specific question you’re responding to. your arms are linked around the back of his neck, a hand tangling in his greying, curly locks as you try to adjust to the mind-numbing stretch. experimentally, you arch your back, which makes it a whole lot easier. another half-inch slips inside of your wetness, causing you to squint and bite your plump bottom lip while joel groans shallowly.

“yeah, that’s it. just like that, sugar, mhm.” a hand leaves your hip, soothing messy hair out of your face and pushing it behind your ears, landing hot, wet kisses all along your burning face. “doin’ so good. you like it? am i makin’ you feel good, honey?”

you don’t respond with a little whisper this time. you nod, undoing joel’s progress of stroking your hair out of your face, prompting it to fall in your way again. your hand tightens in his hair as your eyes squeeze shut, mewling and whimpering against the side of his neck as your hole flutters and spasms around his length, prying deeper into you as you sink down onto it, thighs wobbling in response to your gradual movements.

“fuckin’ christ, you got it. doin’ real for me, uh-huh.” your lazy noises vibrate against his tender flesh, sending goosebumps all along his skin. with a little grunt, joel squeezes your hips again, craning his neck to sloppily kiss at your jaw. “‘s alright. shit... take it nice ‘nd slow, mhm. god, could do this all night with you, sweetheart.”

and joel’s a man of his word.

[october-time]

this is my first ask eek!! anyways, possibly mean!dom rick x hyperfem!reader, especially if he gets you all worked up and teases you until you're crying,,,, maybe him teasing you with the tip of his gun hehe

pretty crier.

warnings: smut, gunplay, oral (r!recieving), degrading, crying, mean!dom!rick, hyperfem!reader, jus a teeeeny drabble, not proofread!

wc: 535

thank u for the ask anon ur so cute love u roar <3

two posts in two days yall r getting spoiled oopsie

anywho enjoy this small lil thing before i go to shleep

REQUESTS/ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!! send them my way i love u filthy fucks OK nighty night <3

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“aw, sugar. what’re you cryin’ for?” he knows exactly why you’re crying, the smug bastard.

you’re crying because his beard has practically been scratching the inside of your soft, plush thigh red-raw, sniffling because he’s been nipping your flesh with his pointy canines, mewling because he won’t give you any kind of relief. other than the opening of his cold, shiny pistol grazing your pulsing clit ever so often, prompting you to gasp sharply and arch your back up off the strewn sheets.

you’re not even undressed. he couldn’t wait that long, that was too much of an effort. the only thing you’ve lost along the way is your underwear, leaving you trembling beneath your light blue, pleated skirt and your matching, white thigh-highs, your blouse unbuttoned just enough to expose the delicate lace of your bra to his hungry, craving gaze.

he alternates. he’s been alternating for what feels like years and years now, the rigid steel of his firearm ice cold against your sticky, wet heat occasionally being replaced with shallow, pointed drags of his tongue, bottom to top of your achy slit, before he retracts and opts for the gun again.

“you want more, huh? greedy slut.” rick’s voice is all condescending, like he’s talking to someone beneath him, and it makes your shiver and try to pull your thighs closed, your brain trying to defy the cruelty he’s subjecting you to. yet your legs dart apart obediently when the back of his coarse, ruthless hand comes down on the tender, twitching flesh of your inner thigh, making you hiccup and grind helplessly. he laughs. it’s mean. “c’mon, now. answer me when i’m talkin’ to ya, whore. you’re better than this, ain’t you? you get a tongue on your clit ‘nd you forget how to act? pathetic.”

it’s barely a nod, more of your head flopping down once before lolling back to seek comfort in the pillows behind your head, relishing in the fluffy cushions beneath your skull. your fists clench in the sheets, throat burning hot and tingly with the little sobs you try to repress, attempting to save yourself from even more ridicule. tear filled eyes flick down to meet his predatory gaze, speaking with wobbly lips. your voice is thick and wobbly, mouth sticky with saliva. “m-mh... more, please...”

“‘please.’” he repeats it like it’s absurd. his tongue barely connects with your fluttering hole. “you gonna beg for it? beg for what you don’t even deserve?”

a choked off little wail leaves your slackened jaw, the little sound out of your control as you pant breathlessly. your hold his stern gaze with a pitiful little one of your own, breathing in tiny, ragged spurs as you try to steady your whiney words. “pl-please... can you please gimme... r-rick, please...”

rick clicks his tongue, the sound quick and chiding. it makes your belly swirl and your pussy drool. the icy sensation of the stainless barrel bumping against your inner thigh ceases, and his gun is tossed carelessly into the mess of soft pink covers and scattered pillows.

his bottom lip catches on your clit, dragging up as he meets your gaze. “you’re lucky that you’re a pretty crier, sweetheart.”

[october-time]

i wish i could cartwheel just so i could cartwheel out of joy rn LANI I LOVE U

VIRGIN DARYL EATIN PUSSY AND BE SNAPPY ABT IT LEPRECHAUN!!!!

bite me.

warnings: smut ofc, oral (r!recieving), loser!adorable!virgin!ilovehimsm!daryl, experienced!reader, they start gigglin idk its cute, is cute sex a thing because i think that this is cute sex, cutie patooties, excessive use of title, this FLOPPED idk what to tell yall but maybe im jus negative

wc: 1307

wow u demanding as hell its ok tho ily weirdo

GUESS WHOS SICK!!!! ME!!!!! SO GUESS WHAT YALL GET!!!!! BAD SMUT PRAISE JESUSSSSS!!!!!!

my throat feels like satans asscrack bro i stg having a dick down it would CURE MEEEE!!!!

SEND REQUESTS!!!!!! i need more pls feed me i am never full i am a hungry hungry boy and requests help me grow into a strong young man

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surprisingly, you didn’t have to ask him. in fact, he was the one who came to you, he was the one who asked to try it out. except, he didn’t really ask. he kind of tiptoed around the question so bad that you were blatantly unsure what he was asking of you. he was all fidgety, looking at his mud-streaked boots and babbling, “so, uhm, i was... thinkin’ that maybe i could... uhm, try and... maybe... dunno, just if i could...?’

after you had made him spit it out of his wobbly, pursed lips, and relished in the way his cheeks turned a pretty pink, his ears burning up too, you agreed. of course, you agreed, why wouldn’t you agree? having daryl’s face between your legs was something straight from your wettest of wet dreams. and now, here you are.

his scruffy beard scratches the insides of your sensitive, twitchy thighs as he drags the tip of his tongue along your clenching cunt, flicking his tongue when he reaches the top of your sticky slit, only to lean back with a little huff. his hot breath fanning over your needy pussy makes your stomach flex a little bit, and he notices it.

he seems to notice everything. every little glimmer and shine in your fuzzy eyes, every minor and major contraction of your muscles as he experiments, trying to get a good rhythm going, every little sigh and whimper that falls from your slackened jaw. daryl wants to make sure that you’re feeling good, aside from his inexperience and squirming and the nervous kitten licks he keeps brushing against your waiting hole. and sure, it’s enough to get you wet, but it’s not enough to make you cum.

“mh, dar, c’mon,” you mumble softly, the sound of your slightly strained voice catching his attention in an instant, immediately giving him the impression that you’re hating this whole experience and prompting him to try and duck away from your pussy in a not-so-sudden bout of insecurity. you let out a soft groan as he tries to pull away, your hand instinctively reaching around to cup the back of his neck and gently wrangle your fingers in his soft, brown locks. daryl stiffens instantly at the touch, his body going still as a statue as you try to guide him back into place. “nonono, ‘s okay, just... you just gotta be more... more rough.”

his eyebrows perk up slightly, a glimmer of confusion filling his stormy eyes as he scrunches the bridge of his scarred nose ever so slightly. “…y’want me to be rough with it? but... what if, i dunno, i like... bite ya or sumn’? then you ain’t gonna wanna fuck me ‘gain.”

you laugh softly, something you didn’t at all think you’d be doing during this whole situation, and shrug. “i mean, i’ll probably smack you if you bite me. but you should probably try and keep teeth out of it as a whole, yeah? just use your tongue. and your lips, too.” absentmindedly, you start to scratch at the roots of his hair, massaging his scalp in hopes of easing the tension ever so slightly. “focus on my hole for now, yeah? don’t worry, it doesn’t bite.”

“shit, ‘t better not,” daryl huffs out, a small smirk crossing his rugged face as he tips his scratchy, bearded cheek to rest on the inside of your plush, comfy thigh, and he ducks his head again. he wets his lips, his exhales fanning just over your clit, and awkwardly delves his tongue into your hole with one languid, tentative stroke. your hips twitch, just a little, but he sees that as a major victory. pulling back from you for the millionth time with an expression of giddiness in his eyes, he asks raspily, “like that?”

with another small giggle, you soon realize that this is turning more into a stupid, fun thing than a sexy, mysterious rendevous. and that’s fine with you. unable to resist his adorable reaction to your minor movement. you nod softly. “yeah, like that. just keep going. and stop fucking stopping, hm?

daryl scoffs, though there’s playfulness behind it. “yes, ma’am.”

with that, he captures both of your thighs with big, mean hands and gently pulls you towards him, delving his tongue back into you with a newfound confidence and security in his movements. he hums softly at the tang of your slick, coating the burning hot muscle as it prods at your inviting entrance. as his movements gradually increase, growing deeper and more enthusiastic, you let a small moan pass through your lips, the arousal in your abdomen blooming as he continues to explore you. his tongue, now pointed, finds your entrance once more, and your hips buck shallowly against his face.

“fuck,” you huff out breathily, your grip tightening slightly in his hair. of course, he only sees this as motivation, and his movements grow more bold with each and every passing moment. with your moans and pleasure increasing, daryl’s minstrations only intensify, and experimentally, he captures the soft flesh of your folds between his parted lips and sucks, eyebrows raising when you groan and squirm at the sensation. “fuck, fuck, just like that... yeah, mhm...!”

daryl clenches his own thighs together instinctively, trying to ignore the tent in his jeans and the throbbing in his jeans, hyperfocused on you and only you as your orgasm gets closer and closer, wanting to satisfy you more than anything. with a little mewl, your hand snakes down between your legs to the messy stickiness of your throbbing cunt and you arch your middle finger to swirl around your neglected clit, whining at the contact on the sensitive little bundle of nerves

daryl’s hungry gaze follows the movement, watching your fingers delve between your lips to locate that sensitive little spot. and then, hastily, he pushes your hand away and takes over, clumsily rubbing his thumb against your clit and spawning another needy jolt of your hips. “god, dar, that’s... mgh...”

with his mouth still occupied, all he can do is let out a little muffled groan to let you know that he understands, his tongue and lips out of sync with his inexperienced touch, but somehow working together at the same time. your hands tighten even more in his soft waves, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth, your pussy grinding uncoordinated against his lips as your orgasm bubbles up inside you, threatening to spill over onto his awaiting tongue. “shit, shit... oh my god, feels s’good... ‘m gonna fucking— ohhh...!”

your thighs tighten around the sides of his head as your orgasm tears through your wobbly body, back arching, eyes squinting shut as you stifle your final wail of ecstasy. eventually, your vice-like grip around his face slackens, and he’s able to pull his face up and catch his breath. his beard and jaw, dampened with a mixture of your cum and slick, somehow accentuate the dopey little smile he gives you as he, too, flops onto the mattress. your heavy breathing links up with his own shallow panting.

“…you didn’t know where my clit was, did you?” you taunt, eyes still glossy from your orgasm.

daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes, though he can’t bring himself to lie. “...maybe i did, maybe i didn’t. but, hey, i didn’t bite ya. and, y’came anyway, didn’t ya?”

with a roll of your fuzzy eyes, you prop yourself onto your elbow and reach down to gather your pretty, lacy panties from around your ankles, hiking them up over your tired pussy once more. tipping your head back against the pillows, you furrow your brows and blink your eyes at him teasingly. “you want me to eat you out now, pussy?”

daryl chucks a pillow your way, but laughs despite himself. “yeah, bite me, pretty girl.”

#< lani 3

[october-time]

no regan no watch 🤷🏽‍♂️

confession time: i cba to watch any of twd spinoffs

#regan #regan solo #i hate amc #i watch twd for the sexy ppl not the plot

[october-time]

okokok gun training with rick except reader cant focus bc of ricks hands and she spends the entire time imagining what they could do to herrrrr :)))

learning.

warnings: smut, fingering, choking, hair-pulling, guns being explained horribly (courtesy of tired author), not proof-read!

wc: 770

short and lazy apologies apologies but LAWD my buttcheeks CLENCHED at ts. GYAT.

im in my rick era rn idk why or how but i AM and i have NO intentions of leaving. the rick girlies were always rightttt!

oh and yall BETTA keep these requests comin if u know whats good for yall. I LOVE U MFS, and i LOVE ANON TOO!!!

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"this," the pistol looks small in rick's dirtied palm as he approaches. but when he stands in next to you, holds it out for you to look but not touch, it looks far bigger and scarier. "is a twenty-two caliber semi-automatic pistol."

he flips it over, allowing you to see the underside of the sleek, black firearm. it's unnecessary, this whole thing is. you know how guns work, that's how you got here, that's how you're still alive. duh. regardless, he insisted upon this so-called 'teaching moment’, didn’t care how much you tried to fight him.

“automatic means that it reloads automatically,” you raise your eyebrows at that astute observation, and he notices. his expression hardens, but this is to be expected with you, nothing short of the ordinary. “the only thing you have to worry about is the mag. no bullets in the mag, no bullets in the gun.”

with a crook of his ring and middle finger, he presses on the neck of the gun, just short of the trigger, and the mag comes clicking out into his hand. as he talks, on and on, about how vital it is to make sure your mags are always fully loaded, you find yourself tuning him out in favour of staring at his fingers, those fingers. they remain angled and pressed together, and they stay in that position without any issue or strain. they’re clearly used to that pose. you wonder why.

“you listenin’?” you don’t even look at him when you nod, eyes just trained on his middle and ring as they glide up the neck of the gun.

“it’s called a twenty-two caliber ‘cause that’s the width of the bore.” his index finger circles the rim of the small opening on the muzzle of the gun and jesus christ, he shouldn’t be allowed to do that. and he hooks his fingertip in the narrow little gap and tilts it so you can see the way he’s borderline cradling the damn thing.

your throat starts to go dry, watching his finger trace the rim of the hole; imagining what it would feel like tracing the rim of your h—

“this part gets hot when you fire, so, it’s just plain best to avoid the muzzle and bore entirely. you gotta focus on the grip.” his hands are moving along the gun, sliding over the little deathtrap expertly, as if it’s a toy or something. his big fist wraps around the grip of the semi-automatic, veins in the backs of his balled up hand flexing as he angles his fingers to wrap around the gun perfectly, giving you a good demonstration that promptly goes to waste because you want that hand around your throat.

squeezing the sides of your neck, grabbing at your hips, rubbing at your thighs, palming at your tits. you want those fingers to fuck in and out of you with abandon, want them to fill your mouth up and muffle you while rick fucks you senseless, ruthless. you wonder what position would be the best, what would put those hands to the most work.

doggystyle sounds fucking great right about now. he could grab at your hips, and squeeze at your ass, and tug on your hair, and claw at your thighs. he could wrap a burly arm around your neck and angle your back to arch, he could lean in close to your ear and hiss gut-wrenching, ear-ringing things to you. “jesus, feel that? yeah, ‘s whatchu do to me, sweetie. god, can’t believe this took me so fuckin’ long, look atchu. god, you’re gorgeous. ‘nd you take me a like a motherfuckin’ champ, dontcha? tell me, sweet thing, tell me—”

“—tell me what you learned.” you nearly jump when rick’s voice becomes louder, more agitated. you look up and find him glaring at you, knowing damn well you were zoned out for all of that. he’s not impressed. “go on. what’d you learn?”

damn speechless, your eyes flicker to his hands, which now rest on his hip. the gun’s been holstered, and you feel a bit of gloom at the thought. you look back up to his eyes and shift your stance, only for you to realise that you’ve soaked your damn underwear. fuck. whatever smart-ass response you had crafted up melts in your skull and drips out of your ears like goop.

the walk of hastiness back to the car can only be deemed stiff and hasty, and rick makes the embarrassment worse, chasing up behind you and squawking warnings about paying attention as he does.

his hands flex as he gestures.

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ok this is like random but i LOVE writing dialogue for country people. it’s just so much better than normal people. wait is rick even a country person?? what do americans deem as country ppl?? anyway idk but yall know what i MEAN.

it’s my humanly duty to DEMAND that you request something. go on. spoil yourself.

anywho, it’s 3:05 in the morning, so i’m probably gonna go shleep.

hope yall enjoyed, stay safe, i love u <3

#oh my god that smut came out of nowhere but GOD. #THAT WAS DELISH #hello it is i. i am humbly requesting MORE RICK NOWOWOOWIOW WOOFW PWPFO WFOOF #dylan eating once again but whats newwwww #sleep tight pookums

[october-time]

ive got a few words for you, author.

daryl dixon. fem reader. “princess.”

go crazy.

Princess.

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, fem!reader, excessive use pet names ofc, dirty talk, reader doesn’t speak (im only noticing this now, strange choice me?), not proof-read!

wc: 937

very big apologies for any muddled up tenses, i feel like this alternates between past and present, but it’s 1:45 in the morning and i am tiiiired :)

anywho, i owe you my spleen, anon. this is HAWT.

if u wanna be cool and hot like anon, my requests are open right now!! no pressure but IM PRESSURING YOU!! REQUEST!!!!

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it started as a mocking thing, it really did. it was meant to hurt you, somehow. in some way, that word was offensive in daryl's mind— as if anyone would want to be as prissy and perfect as a princess. to you, though. it was everything.

the first time it happened, it was spat with venom, yet it somehow still made your insides curl up.

you were new to the group, a fresh face to the mundane, rundown prison, and you had taken a liking to glenn and maggie. you were coming back from a very successful supply run with them, unloading the back of the truck with the others. you were cradling a box of canned fruits and vegetables, when you nearly knock straight into a shiny, black crossbow.

"watch it, princess." daryl snarled, adjusting his crossbow and narrowing his eyes before walking on. you stood there for a moment, dazed, watching his muscles flex under that dirt-streaked jacket as he picked up a crate of guns and ammo like it was nothing and headed back for the door.

a gentle pat on the shoulder from carol was enough to get your mind back on track, your feet on the move again, to calm the way your cunt was fluttering at that gruff voice, and that glare, and that word.

the second time it happened, it was a fond thing that carried the same weight— same effect, same illusion, same unexplainable hold on you and your mind and your insides.

it was strangely similar to the first time, as well. you, maggie and glenn, rounding things up for a supply run, instead you were heading out instead of coming back. everyone did their routine hugs, muttered their ‘i love you’s and their ‘stay safe’s. the three of you hated this somber routine, but all you knew everyone at the prison wouldn’t be able to live with pride if something happened to one of you and they didn’t have fond, loving last words.

those that didn’t hug patted you guys on the shoulder, gave tight-lipped smiles, and fleeting but confident ‘see you later’s, little nudges and soft laughs to get you guys in a light-hearted mood.

you were pulling back from a hug with beth, ruffling her soft blonde hair and smiling down at the shorter, pale girl. you smiled, watching as beth moved on to hug her sister and glenn next, not feeling at all envious of how beth interacted with the couple at your side.

a hand landed on your shoulder, and for some silly reason, you expected carol. you got a name that rhymed, though: perhaps that was close enough.

“watch your ass out there, princess.” he offered you one of those warm, crooked daryl smiles, one that made the heat rise in your cheeks, your hands fidget over your stomach, your eyes widen ever so slightly. his hand retracted, instinctively making its back to his back pocket when he notices the way your demeanor shifted; it was subtle, but he notices, and he chooses to keep speaking. “you’ll come back. know y’will.”

oh, and then the third time. dear heavenly father, the third time— actually, scratch that. the heavenly father would probably tell noah to build another ark if he was present in that room.

it was sweaty and messy, desperate and downright animalistic, the way he fucked you. ruthless with every grind into you, grunting and groaning with every deep thrust, laughing breathlessly every time he hits that sweet little bundle of nerves inside of your slick, messy pussy and hears you cry out with pure bliss.

you weren’t even fully fucking naked, and neither was he. you were still in your band tee, bra still clasped, though your bottom half was exposed and throbbing and aching and needing. daryl had his shirt off, that was one of the first things you made sure to take care of, but his jeans were still hanging loose around his thighs, as were his boxers as he fucked into you, rhythmic and euphoric and insanity-inducing.

with an arched back and trembling hands, you groaned— all guttural and needy and downright sinful, something that would’ve put you to shame if you didn’t have seven and a half inches of daryl altering your brain chemistry. you groaned and you reached for him, grabbing at his broad and scarred shoulders and tugging him down, his chest meeting yours, creating a new angle that makes you shudder. he laughed, though it trailed into a groan.

“yeah?” he murmured, slotting his head next to the side of yours so he could coo into your ear, so he could hear all the useless little sounds you make.

he could tell you were close, what with the frantic wails and heavy, hot breaths and trembling limbs. he reached down between you, taking a glance down to where his dick slid in and out of you with a hypnotic ease about it. and then, a coarse thumb circled your clit, toying at it, rubbing in time with his unfairly good thrusts. “y’like that, pretty girl? that feel…? ah, fuck, mnh... that feel good, huh?”

you moaned, straight up pornographic, hips bucking, eyes fluttering, breath labored. he entangled a big hand with your own smaller one, sweaty palms meeting as he leaned down and cooed,

“how’s that dick feel, baby? good, ain’t it? yeah, yeah, i know it’s good, sweet thing. only give my best to princesses. you’re my lil princess, aint’cha? hm, yeah y’are. go on, sugar, cum nice and hard on that dick. know y’want to, princess.”

oh, you damn near blacked out.

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hehejahjahahah hiiiii guys its def not one in the mornin how yall doin eh eh???/

shoutout me for procrastinating this all mfing day, shoutout anon for being so hot and also making me write straight porn (i’m learning my pussy anatomy yall!! woop woop!!)

requests are open as always, rq post is pinned! don’t be shy, i dont bite. i love u filthy beings :)

stay hydrated and safe, i love u so much, take care <3

#the way i nutted b4 ts even started #dylan 4 pres #DARYLLLLLL #RISUEFVUGEYGBWEDNKDBEVFG #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #twd #the walking dead

[october-time]

sumthin ab ellie mocking an overstimmed fem reader? luv ur joel content cutie x

"Poor thing."

warnings: smut (ellie x f!reader), fingering, pet names, overstimulation, top!ellie, bottom!reader, terms for genitalia (cunt, pussy, hole), not proof-read!

i'm gonna squeal. i love u anon, u sexy beast!!

as much as i lovelovelove this concept, i feel the need to disclaim that im a cis gay guy! idrk how pussies work, but i've used my smut knowledge to help me. hope this makes sense aha?????

also i've gotta say that the nsfw requests have been rolling in and i LOVE IT!!! keep them comin, im a horny fuck!!

anyway, eat up!

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"does that feel good?" it's a dumb question. it's a super dumb question.

but, at this moment in time, you're super dumb. you make a little gurgled sound, your hips bucking up to grind against ellie's fingers as they bend and rub and crook deep inside of you, inside of your spent little pussy.

you grab for her, groaning and shivering, your pretty cunt shimmering with want and arousal, spreading all down your legs and onto the sheets beneath the two of you. ellie ducks away from the touch, laughing softly— no, evilly. laughing evilly.

"what's the matter?" you can barely hear ellie's smooth, silk-like voice cooing at you through the static in your ears, through the buzzing of your skin, through the melting of your brain.

"what's the matter, huh?" her fingers crook upwards, hitting that bundle of nerves deep inside your soaked, messy cunt, making you cry out brokenly and loll your head back against the pillows. your back arches, your hips twitch, only for ellie to push them back down against the mattress, grabbing at your jaw with the same hand.

"look at me," she murmurs, and her voice is deep and firm with admiration and lust as she crooks her fingers into you again, watches with a cruel ghost of a smirk as you writhe and wail. you should've known four orgasms wouldn't have been enough for ellie, you should've known what you were getting yourself into the moment she came into the bedroom and started sweet-talking you like that. "look at me and tell me what's the matter, pretty girl."

god, it's so cruel. it's damn right heinous, is what it is. her, working her deft, slim, coarse fingers in and out of you in firm, deep movements, curling them when they're all the way in and teasing the slick folds of your pussy when they slip out.

and it's cruel because she knows you can't speak. she knows you're absolutely dumb for it— quivering and groaning and whining with each movement, body betraying you and eagerly seeking out more, brain turning to goop inside your skull as she keeps fucking speaking and keeps fucking fingering you, but she keeps asking all these questions, and it drives you crazy.

"you look a mess, baby." her eyes remained glued to your face with a concentration you only ever see when she's got you like this, at her very mercy, choking on your own breath. she loves studying you, seeing every quiver of your lip, every shimmer of your eyes, every bead of sweat at your hairline. she loves torturing you. "you're such a mess. but you're my mess, aren't you?"

"ellie...!" that's your first coherent word (and perhaps coherent thought) since your third orgasm, and it's all strained and hoarse and desperate.

your eyes roll back into your head when her thumb circles your clit, her fingers still stuffed in you until the final knuckle. now that you've got a slight grasp on your words, or rather one word, you can't help but run your mouth. "ellie... ellie. ellie, ellie. ellieellieellie—!"

"—yeah, i know." she cuts of your chanting with a firm swipe at your clit, watching you shiver and tremble at the sensation on the swollen little bud. "i know, baby, i know. your little pussy likes that, doesn't it? yeah, i know it does, honey. four rounds and you're still going. fuck, you poor thing..."

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hi thx for reading!!

again again, gay guy writing wlw smut, go easy on meee :')

this was fun tho! ellie is def a guilty pleasure of mine,,, shes so fine lol

as always dont be afraid to request! its all in good fun, and i dont bite. rq post is pinnneddd :D

love u, stay hydrated, bye bye xx

[october-time]

the finale made me FERAL. feed me anything joel miller related and i will love you forever, stranger!

SFW Joel Miller Headcanons!

"i been waiting for this one, turn it up!"

can i brag real quick and say that i’ve already gotten around five or ten requests after my last post? u r CRAZY people, i love u all <3

these will be sfw, but if the people want it, i wouldn’t be against making a nsfw version! im experiencing the worst hbo joel brain rot ever, every waking moment is spent on this man, and i dont blame yall for needing more content because I LOVE HIM 😖

okay no more stalling, enjoy some pre-outbreak/soft joel headcanons!!

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when i tell you that this man loves cuddles, i mean he loves cuddles. standing up, sitting, sleeping, it doesn’t matter. as long as you’re nearby, you’re getting wrestled into a death-hug. joel is a koala and you are his tree.

Old Man Music ™. he’s always blaring some godforsaken tune from 200BC that he and tommy somehow always know the words to. you and sarah keep trying to convince them that there are more modern songs that are less sore on everyone’s ears, but they’ll never listen.

nicknames GALORE. sugar, sweetheart, honey, dear— every single one. all of the time.

he can never accept compliments. no matter how long the two of you have been together, he can never take your complimenting and flirting without redirecting it or dodging it as a whole. he never stops dishing it out, though.

gets flustered SO easily, probably ties into the last hc.

can’t cook for shit. he’s banned from being in the kitchen by himself after he somehow burned a hole in the kitchen island. to this day, nobody understands how he managed to do such a thing, but you get lots of compliments on the vase of flowers that covers the damage he caused.

has to settle arguments during family movie night. sarah and tommy always complain that he only chooses your movies. they’re right.

has a missing tooth courtesy of playing wrestling in the living room with tommy when they were kids. many tears were shed that day.

keeps everything that he’s given. sarah’s father’s day projects from kindergarten, tommy’s slingshot from second grade, the bracelet you wore on your first date with him. it’s a strange, but cute kind of dedication. you asked him how he kept track of it all, and he just smiled at you. “magician never reveals his secrets, hon.”

shows you off at any given moment, he doesn’t give a damn where it’s at. he’ll introduce himself first, and then step to the side and make a big gesture towards you to make sure you recieve the same amount of praise and compliments. he keeps doing it because of the “thank you” kisses that always follow, and also because you’re hot as shit.

shortest attention span known to man, probably why he has such a hard time at work. if he’s laying down a bunch of cement and he sees a cool bird in the sky, you best believe he’s going into airplane mode to watch that thing fly past.

“we’re not getting a pet.” *gets the pet* “this is your responsibility, sarah!” *sarah never gets anywhere near the pet because he’s constantly hogging and obsessing over it*

loves cats. you, him and sarah are conspiring against tommy and his allergies.

morningest morning person EVER. he’s up before the sun is. he tries to get everyone to follow his lead and “have a sense of routine,” but he’s learned that not everyone wants to be up at 6 a.m. on a saturday.

(canon but) old man reading glasses. nuff said.

loves coffee. not as much as he loves you...

actually, now that you think about it... maybe he loves coffee a little bit more.

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BOOM-SHAKALAKA first request in the bag, hell yeah!!! dont be shy to send more, this was so fun to make, i was giggling and kicking my legs the whole time hejidjsaekd im feral for this fictional man dear GOD

hope this suffices, anon! love u forever as well hehehe <3

[october-time]

im not ""projecting"". the character is the exact same person as me. sorry you just dont know them like i do.