#jesus twd x reader

[fanoftheimagines]

Hey, hello. I just came across a post of yours about how it is homophobic to write "x female reader" for canonically gay characters like Paul "Jesus" Rovia. While I respect your opinion, I must say I disagree. Hear me out, let me explain. When something goes into fanfiction, it automatically technically becomes an AU that feeds from the author's imagination. It is not a piece of canon, No one sees it as that, everyone knows it is just the product of their imagination. You can write a human character as a wampire, a 1500's character in a modern setting, for explicit content you can write canonically known as dom characters as subs or the shyest characters as mean and rough. Yeah it might be ooc but like I said, everyone knows that it is just authors imagination.

And if we specifically come to writing a gay male character x female reader, well, I dont really share your opinion on it being homofobic. Because, it is not just one sided. I see a lot of canonically straight, even canonically HELLA straight male characters x male reader fanfics. Canonically homophobic straight male characters x male reader fanfics. Canonically straight female characters x female reader. Or canonically married character, canonically in an established relationship male or female characters x male or female reader. List goes on and on. Why? Because it is fanfiction, it is not canon, it doesn't change the character, it is just a fanfiction. And people have right to read and write what kind of fanfiction they like. Fanfictions meant to be a free space. And also you have right to not like a type of fanfiction but you can always not read it.

Thank you if you read this far and have a good day!

Hello, anon. I don’t know why you felt the need to argue with me about this, tbh, but given the current state of fandom, I’m not that surprised. I don’t think you were trying to be outright rude, but seriously wtf? I made this post in May of 2020, and literally said I don’t care if its controversial. It wasn’t a call for discussion. I’ve carved out my corner of the internet these days and rarely see this kind of homophobia in larger fandom spaces anymore. I don’t want to deal with it.

That being said, you want to talk, let’s talk.

Have your opinion all you want, but you’re wrong. The fact that you’re coming into my inbox on anon really says it all. This whole ask seems like a knee jerk reaction to my post calling you out. You don’t want to be called homophobic, but you don’t want to do the work to unlearn your homophobia. My original post was an angry rant, a frustrated scream into the void. While I was talking about a larger problem in fandom as a whole, I was venting about a niche corner of a relatively inactive fandom. So, ask yourself, why did you take it as a personal attack? Why did you think I was addressing you, specifically? Why did you feel the need to come here?

Your ask boils down to two arguments:

When you write fanfiction, it is automatically out-of-character because it is not canon. And its okay to write out-of-character fanfiction.

A gay character x female reader is okay and not homophobic.

Your first point is your own personal philosophy and I’m not going to address it because frankly, I think it’s a bit canon-is-god levels of ridiculous. It’s okay to write ooc fanfiction, I’m not arguing that here.

But your second point is wrong.

You said “I see a lot of canonically straight, even canonically HELLA straight male characters x male reader fanfics. Canonically homophobic straight male characters x male reader fanfics. Canonically straight female characters x female reader. Or canonically married character, canonically in an established relationship male or female characters x male or female reader. List goes on and on.”

Let me hold your hand while I say this. The implication that comes with gay character x female reader is that you can change someone’s sexuality by introducing them to “the right person”. You could argue that its wrong to do this with straight characters, but I would argue that this idea is only weaponized against queer people.

Queer people are underrepresented in media. Straight people are not. Taking a straight character and putting them in a queer relationship doesn’t hurt straight people as a whole. But taking an explicitly gay character like Jesus from TWD and putting him with a female character, whether x reader or character from the show, does hurt queer people.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t think it’s homophobic. It is. It let’s the queer people around you know that you don’t take their sexuality seriously and that you think it can be changed.

In my original post, I argued (in less than concise words) that ignoring a queer character’s sexuality misrepresents the character, is bad characterization, and homophobic. It’s the same as when people ignore a disabled character’s disability, or any other marginalized identity. The context is important. Marginalized groups like queer people are unrepresented and taking away existing representation, even in fanfiction, is incomparable to something similar happening to straight characters. Straight people are represented in every corner of their lives, and are never made to feel alienated or wrong for their sexuality in society. Queer people, on the other hand, are pushed to the corners, told they are wrong for simply existing as they are, and told to change or hide it.  

Fandom is community. Queer people are part of that community. Actions like this hurt queer people. Fanfiction isn’t a space where you can say whatever you want without consequence. And, like or not, homophobia is pretty rampant in fandom as a whole, despite the popularity of slashfic.

You’re right, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. And I don’t. I block people and move on. I can’t stop people writing it. It doesn’t change the character or canon. But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s homophobic.

Congrats, by the way, I’ve turned off anon for this comment. You just lost everyone that privilege.

Have the day you deserve.

[storywriter12]

How they cuddle you🥰

Rick⬆️

Daryl⬆️

Negan⬆️

Simon⬆️(just imagine hims coming home from a long day)

Glenn⬆️

Paul rovia "Jesus" ⬆️ he will always be away and you will miss him so everytime he comes back you will drop everything and jump into his arms and he will catch you

Abraham ⬆️he likes to hug you from behind he dies this in the mornings when you are making breakfast he woukd sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around you, you will jump "shh it's only me" he would say in your ear and kiss you on the cheek then your neck.

Dwight⬆️

King ezekiel⬆️

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Y/N, arguing with Daryl while he drives: Oh, Jesus, take the wheel!

Daryl, confused: He ain’t here.

Y/N: You’ve never heard that?

Daryl: What? Jesus?

Jesus, popping up from the backseat: Yeah?

Y/N: Where’d you come from?

Daryl: If ya say anythin’ ‘bout a virgin, so help me god—

Jesus: No. Jesus.

Daryl: Y/N, take the wheel!

Y/N: Daryl!

Daryl: Y/N!

Jesus: Jesus!

Daryl and Y/N: Shut up!

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

need him to #### ## #### ### # #### ####### then ### ## ## #####.

[bked0n-lorazepam]

-Character Requests-

These are just some characters I will do from fandoms that I can think of, feel free to request any character though, even if they're not here!

I do Oneshots, Series, and SMAU's. If there's anything that you want, just ask!

*-Rules-*

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Enid Rhee, Michonne, Rosita, Simon, Abraham, Carol, Jesus "Paul", Shane, Sasha, Dwight, Beth

House MD:

Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman, "Thirteen"

CreepyPasta:

Jeff The Killer, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer, Hoodie, Masky, Liu, Sally

Slashers/Creepos:

Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, BeetleJuice

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Cat Adams, George Foyet

White Collar:

Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Alex Hunter, Diana Berrigan, Lauren Cruz, Clinton Jones

Hannibal NBC:

Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Beverly Katz, Freddie Lounds

Marvel Universe:

Loki Laufeyson, Mobius Mobius, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfied, and Tom Holland), MJ Watson, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Okoye, Carol Danvers, Gamora, Peter Quill, Nebula

IT (2017 and 2019):

Patrick Hockstetter, Henry Bowers, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Pennywise

Stranger Things:

Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Jonathon Byers, Jim Hopper, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler, Dr. Brenner, Argyle, Billy Hargrove

Once Upon a Time:

Rumplestiltskin, Emma Swan, Prince Charming, Snow White, Regina Mills, Henry Mills, Killian Jones, Baelfire, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Belle, August/Pinocchio, Ruby/Red, Zelena

Good Omens:

Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Anathema Device, Newton "Newt" Pulsifer, Beelzebub, Muriel

Avatar:

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Kiri (No smut), Lo'ak (No smut), Neteyam (No smut)

The Boys:

Homelander, Billy Butcher, Becca Butcher, Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, Mothers Milk, Queen Maeve, Starlight, A-Train, Deep, Black Noir, Firecracker, Kimiko "The Female", Ashley Barret, Ryan Butcher (No smut), Victoria Neuman, Soldier Boy

[snailss]

fuck. I knew Jesus/Paul's death was coming up but I still hate it. Poor Aaron.

With the way Aaron reacted to Jesus' death, and the fact they went out of their way to 'train' with each other, you cannot tell me Aaron and Jesus didn't have something going on.

[gifenki]

I NEED a visual novel set in an alternate universe where «The Walking Dead» is a summer camp/dating simulator called «Survivors» with four different groups you can choose to be counselor in.

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• «𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚» — is a group more focused on survival and hunting abilities.

The characters are — 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚;

• «𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐩» — is a group more focused on growing plants and martial arts.

The characters are — 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞, 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬;

• «𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦» — a group more focused on theatrical performances and archery.

The characters are — 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐄𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐥, 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧;

• «𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬» — a group more focused on sports, physical training (because Negan was a PE teacher) and shooting.

The characters are — 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐰𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞.

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[starsm00n]

I love Rick grimes you don’t understand I would let that man do ANYTHING. Like.

[shok-oy]

november. 05, 2024

minors dni [smut]. paul rovia (jesus) x male reader. masterlist

✒️ ... scavenging

jesus was out scavenging, accompanied by his boyfriend, y/n. they found each other right from the start, and they've been together ever since. but only recently, did their relationship develop romantically. for them, they were more at home in the outdoors than they were back at the hilltop. their surroundings were mostly quiet, but they'd rather choose the snarls of a walker than the hushed whispers of the other survivors at hilltop.

a day of scavenging had gone by, and the two hadn't found anything or anyone worth bringing back to the hilltop, so they decided to stay at an abandoned store that was boarded up and relatively safe. the inside of the store was messed up, and everything that had any semblance of worth to their survival had already been taken.

nighttime; they'd try again in the morning.

but as they huddled close to each other for warmth, they pressed their lips together, then their bodies, hands wandering each other, as if they've been possessed. jesus was the first to pull away, and as y/n tried to chase after him, jesus stops him with a gentle smile before quickly removing his coat, then his shirt underneath. y/n smirked, proceeding to do the same. he tossed his sweater somewhere; he'll find it later, while his hips continued to grind into his partner's. he then works on unbuckling jesus' pants, his hands fished out his hard cock and he smirks, leaning into his partner for another kiss.

"fuck, you're so hard already." y/n groaned. he bit his lip, keeping his eyes trained on jesus'. the more he stared at that man's eyes, the more magnetic they seemed to him; they were filled with a desire, a certain passion that could seemingly, be satisfied only by y/n.

the bearded man moans breathlessly as y/n pumps his closed hand against his weeping cock. his hands find their way onto y/n's ass cheeks, and he grunted as he felt the fabric of his pants.

"want them off..." jesus tries to say in between kisses.

so y/n, with help from jesus' expert fingers, manages to remove his pants and underwear, leaving him naked before the eyes of his boyfriend. jesus marvels at his partner's body; he was built perfectly, albeit, he was a little malnourished as food has gotten a bit hard to come by recently, but he was perfect in his eyes. jesus sucks on his partner's smooth skin, but places gentle kisses on top of his scars. y/n moans, his hands getting tangled in jesus hair. when the man bites down hard on his collarbone, y/n subconsciously tugs hard on his partner's hair, eliciting a moan from him.

"fuck, fuck... paul... need you now.." y/n was the only one allowed to call him that, and hearing his name roll off perfectly from the man's tongue, he couldn't help but moan.

his dick was already leaking precum as he rubbed it against y/n's awaiting hole. y/n links his arms around behind jesus neck as he slowly guides his hips downward, his hole easily devouring his partner's cock with one, smooth movement. he moans loudly, forgetting about the possibility of being heard for just a moment. jesus quickly shuts his mouth with a kiss, devouring every filthy sound coming from y/n's mouth with his own. y/n grinds his hips, feeling nothing but pleasure and anticipation.

jesus has a reassuring grip on his hips. "are you okay?" he asks his partner before placing a kiss on his forehead.

y/n groaned, nodding his head eagerly. he raises his hips, determined, but when he had lowered his hips again, he couldn't help the filthy, choked moan that came out of his lips.

"oh fuck- nghh... paul... 's good, hahhh.." y/n, drunk on pleasure, raised his hips again before slamming them down, grinding against jesus' pelvis. he moans loudly, gradually building a satisfying pace for both of them. jesus' hands remained tight on his waist as he guides y/n's movements. he watches as y/n's dick, leaked precum, flopping around with his movements, watches as y/n raises his hips and slams it back down, watches intently as the sweat glistened off his partner's perfect body, the moonlight from the window, casting an ethereal glow over him.

"you're so beautiful... y/n." jesus moans, hands massaging y/n's waist.

"fuck- paul, fuck me harder...!" y/n groaned, demanding his partner.

jesus tightens his grip on his partner's waist before pushing him to lay on his back, gaining full control over his movements. his hips thrusted hard and deep, the tip of his cock reaching places his fingers could never.

"harder...! god, please, fuck me harder!" y/n sobs, gripping jesus' bicep so hard, his nails had drawn crimson crescents over the man's skin.

encouraged by his partner's words, jesus thrusted in and out, faster, harder, at an unrelenting pace, all semblance of gentleness or consideration for his partner was now thrown out the window as he chased after his pleasure.

"paul- hahhh ... w-wait-!!" y/n tried to grab his partner's attention.

"come on babe, this is what you wanted." jesus smirks, leaning down. "don't start pushing me away now."

he presses his body close to his partner's and kisses him deeply, his tongue pushing past y/n's teeth. he quickly opened his mouth, allowing his partner to invade his insides. a deep moan tries to escape his throat, but with every harsh jerk of jesus' hips, and his lips on y/n's there was no way he was using his voice anytime soon. y/n squeezed his eyes shut, fingernails clawing at jesus' back as he continued thrusting his hips forward at an unrelenting pace.

"c-cumming... paul.. fuck-!" y/n bit his partner's lip, accidentally drawing blood.

but he was far too fucked out to even care. jesus could feel his climax approaching; his hips finally stalled as he buried himself balls-deep into y/n's asshole, unloading heaps of cum into y/n's hole while his partner came all over his abdomen. jesus took a deep breath, resting his forehead against y/n's as they both breathed in and out to catch their breath. y/n's lips broke out into a smile, and as if it was contagious, jesus smiled as well, the two men laughing heartily as they laid beside each other. jesus stared at his partner's faceas the man calms down.

"what? something on my face?" y/n laughs.

"nothing." jesus places a kiss on his partner's lips. "you're breathtaking."

~ shokoy ☆

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Day 1 "Full Moon" [Intro]

Day 3 "The Bite" [Paul Rovia]

Day 4 "Cursed" [Daryl Dixon]

Day 5 "Finding out" [Reader]

Day 6 "Wet Dog" [Daryl Dixon

Day 8 "Loyal" [Rick Grimes]

Day 9 "Good Boy." [Dog & Daryl]

Day 11 "Dog. (The dog)" [Dog & Daryl]

NSFW "Body Worship" [Daryl Dixon]

Day 16 "Big Bad Wolf" [Negan Smith] art

NSFW "Breeding" [Daryl Dixon]

Day 19 "Silver" [Glenn Rhee]

NSFW "Pet Play" [Daryl Dixon]

Day 25 "Not a dog either." [Dwight]

Day 26 "Killer Instinct" [Negan]

NSFW "Predator/prey" [Dwight]

Day 31 "Celebrations" [Daryl Dixon]

[secretmelanie]

as someone whose first language is not english, writing accents is so difficult, i'm scared to death of writing daryl cause of the way he speaks

[mx-piggy]

tried to find some Aaron and Jesus from TWD reader-insert fanfiction but all of it was for female readers (even one that claimed to be gender neutral but used the term 'girlfriend' for the reader so...) or spoiled past where i am in the show (season 8, i believe?) which isn't a total dealbreaker but the fic in question had a female reader so it was the nail in the coffin really. very disappointed because i was hoping to find some fics that would let me live out my fantasy of gay dudes telling me i'm a handsome fella.

to add my two cents into the 'writing a female reader as a love interest for a gay male character' discourse, i find it a distasteful but i won't say anyone's a horrible person for it. it does suck because male and gender neutral reader-inserts are pretty rare in most fandoms. so i do understand that it's frustrating to 1. see a queer character have their identity erased when you're queer yourself and 2. having fuck all to read when you're a male or nonbinary reader because a lot of writers cater to female readers (which is totally fine, just make sure you correctly tag your work!).

[storywriter12]

What nicknames do they call you🥰

Rick:he will call you:baby, sweetheart, snuggle bug, and bunny

Daryl:he will call you:mine, hunny, sweetheart

Negan:he will call you:baby, his girl,doll, sexy, kitten,bun and gorgeous

Simon:he will call you:beautiful, boo, peanut, kitten,baby, lovely, cutie and wifey

Glenn:he will call you:babe, beautiful, angel, marshmallow,love,his,boo, cute and honey bee

Abraham:he will call you:tough lady, little one (because you are a lot smaller than him) baby, hot stuff and dear

Paul rovia “jesus “ he will call you : sunshine, pookie, baby boo, sassy (only when you are being sassy to gregory), pudding, cutie bear and snuggles

Dwight:what he calls you: baby,my love, twinky, pretty one, baby girl, beautiful, the one and sweetness

King ezekiel:he will call you:Queen, treasure, his rose, love, baby, beautiful, my lady and sweetie

[twdsmuts]

This blog is now closed. It’s been fun. I’m sorry I can’t keep this open with 0 reblogs and 0 requests. I wish you all the best.

[salemwolfgang]

Can I get a walking dead matchup? I’m half Japanese and Scottish . English isn’t my first language. I’m 5,1 and I love to cosplay , draw , sew , and collect figurines along with gaming . I also dress in jfashion such as Jirai kei , sweet and classic Lolita along with gyaru . My star sign is cancer . I have long brown hair , hazel eyes , and a Beauty mark above the right of my lips

Sorry for the late reply! Here me out, I think you’d fit with Paul “Jesus”!!

Because of your sewing skills, your job among the towns would be patching up clothing. After working for a while you began to notice that and he used the excuse, “my clothes just keep seeming to rip on all of my supply runs,” to see you. You saw right through him but didn’t hate it!

Despite what the other survivors may think, he’s a huge fan of your unique style! He loves to see the magazines and photos you’ve kept/found of lolita and other jfashion styles from before the apocalypse.

He’d probably go out of his way on supply runs to find you any little figures or characters that he thinks you’d enjoy or are from a series you collect already!

He’d try his absolute best to learn your native language - mainly in order to help communicate with you better - but also because he loves the way your expressions change depending on what language you’re using and how you use it. He wants you to feel bot as alone in the community as well and hopes that by learning your native tongue, you’ll feel more confident around him and the others!

[dixonsdarkelf]

HOLY—

Daryl x Reader

warnings: smutttttt

notes: daryl has 0 game, 0 experience, and is eager to please. I thought about this as I was falling asleep last night and couldn't wait to write it for you. Inspired by Norman saying if Daryl ever got down and dirty there would be premature ejaculation

She/her pronouns, foreplay only, gets straight to it

The invitation had been innocent enough, though Daryl had found a way to make it a minefield in his head. Dinner at her house. Nothing fancy, she’d said. Just them, some canned spaghetti, and maybe a drink.

He’d almost said no, but the way she’d looked at him—smiling soft and easy, like she wanted him there more than anyone else—made him mutter, “Yeah, alright.”

Now, he’s sitting on her couch, shoulders stiff, his crossbow propped awkwardly by the door. She hums in the kitchen, clinking dishes together. He wonders if it’s too late to leave.

“Don’t sit too quiet in there,” she calls, teasing. “You’ll scare the furniture.”

Daryl huffs a laugh through his nose. “Furniture don’t need me to make it nervous.”

She steps into the room, carrying two mismatched bowls. “You kidding? You’re terrifying. Real menace, Dixon.” She hands him a bowl, sitting close enough for her thigh to press against his.

Daryl shifts, his grip tightening on the bowl. “S’not what people usually say.”

She gives him a sidelong glance, lips quirking. “What do they say?”

He doesn’t answer, staring into the spaghetti like it’s gonna save him. She leans in, the bare skin of her arm brushing his, and he forgets how to breathe.

“You’re not used to this, huh?” Her tone is light, but her eyes are searching.

He shrugs. “Dunno what ‘this’ is.”

“Someone flirting with you,” she says, blunt as ever, setting her bowl aside. “How’s that feel, by the way?”

He almost chokes. “Ain’t what you’re doin’.”

“It’s exactly what I’m doing.”

His ears burn, and he fights the urge to stand up and bolt. “Y/N—”

She cuts him off, leaning closer, her voice dropping to something softer. “If I haven't made it abundantly clear lately: I like you. A lot.”

The words hit him harder than any walker ever could. He swallows, glancing at her, then quickly away. “Ain’t right.”

“Why not?”

“I’m… too old.” He shifts again, looking anywhere but her face. “You could do better.”

Her laugh is quiet, almost disbelieving. “You really think that?”

He nods, his jaw tightening. “Don’t got think ‘bout it. It’s true.”

She tilts her head, watching him for a long moment. Then, setting her hand lightly on his knee, she asks, “When’s the last time someone told you you’re wrong?”

He tenses under her touch but doesn’t pull away. “Not wrong—”

“Daryl,” she interrupts gently. “You’ve got this whole big, twisted idea in your head about what you deserve. And it’s bullshit.”

He stiffens. “Ain’t—”

“Bullshit,” she says again, firmer this time. “And I’m gonna prove it.”

She stands, setting her bowl aside, then his, and turns to face him. Her hands are on her hips, her gaze steady as she looks down at him. “Can I ask you something personal?”

He frowns but nods hesitantly.

“Have you ever… been with someone?”

His face flushes crimson, and he drops his gaze to the floor.

“That’s a no, then.” Her voice is warm, not teasing, but it makes him flinch anyway.

“Don’t mean nothin’,” he mumbles, fidgeting where he sits.

“It means everything,” she counters, stepping closer. “Because if no one’s shown you what it feels like to be wanted, how’re you supposed to know?”

His heart hammers against his ribs as she moves between his knees, crouching down and resting her hands lightly on his shins. He stares at her like a deer caught in headlights. “What’re you doin’?”

She smiles, tilting her head. “Only what you want me to. But you have to tell me if you do.”

He swallows hard, his hands gripping the edge of the couch. “I...I dunno.”

“It’s okay to want, Daryl,” she murmurs, moving her legs up and onto his lap with a slow, deliberate movement so she's straddling him, her hands now resting delicately on his shoulders.

His breath catches, and he freezes, his hands hovering uselessly in the air, "Okay," he breathes.

Her voice drops lower, softer. “You don’t even know where to put your hands, do you?”

“I— I can’t—”

She gently lifts his wrists, guiding his hands to the curve of her hips. “Start here.”

He stares at her, wide-eyed, his fingers twitching against her waist. “You sure ‘bout this?”

“I’ve never been more sure.” She says, her hand coming up to cup his jaw, the touch sending electricity into his skin, “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing. Only if you want me to.”

His grip tightens slightly, a shuddering breath escaping him. “Yeah. I want it. I want you.”

Daryl barely has time to process anything before she tilts his chin up, forcing his gaze to meet hers. Her hands are steady, her expression soft but laced with something deeper-desire, maybe? His throat goes dry.

"First things first," she murmurs, brushing her thumb along the line of his jaw. "You ever kissed anyone before?"

He shakes his head, his breathing becoming irregular.

Her smile softens as it spreads across her face, endearing and non judgmental. She leans in, her breath warm against his lips. "Then let me teach you."

Her mouth brushes his softly, testing, like she's giving him the chance to pull away. He doesn't. Instead, his hands tighten on her hips as she deepens the kiss, her lips moving against his in a way that makes his head spin.

"Relax," she whispers against his mouth, pulling back just enough to guide him. He exhales shakily, his shoulders dropping slightly. When she kisses him again, he leans into it this time, his lips parting hesitantly.

She hums in approval, her hands threading into his hair, tugging gently to encourage him. He nearly lets out an inhuman noise at the feeling of her fingers curling in his hair, but he swallows it down, instead focusing on her soft lips on his.

"That's it," she breathes, her voice low and sultry. "Just follow me."

Her tongue traces the seam of his lips, and he jerks slightly, his breath hitching. She pulls back, laughing softly. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he rasps, his face burning. "Just... wasn't expectin' that."

"Well, get used to it," she teases, leaning in again. This time, when her tongue slides tentatively into his mouth, he meets her halfway, mimicking her movements as best as he can. It's clumsy, but she doesn't seem to mind, her soft moans sending heat straight through him. It suddenly occurs to him that she might be enjoying this just as much as hime.

As the kiss deepens, her hips begin to move, rolling slowly against his lap. Daryl tenses, his fingers twitching against her sides as she grinds against him, finally drawing a low, shaky groan from his throat.

Her lips brushing against his stubble and eventually against the shell of his ear where she whispers, "You like that?"

"Yeah. Feels-feels good." he nods, swallowing hard.

She smiles, pressing a kiss to his jaw before pulling back just enough to grab the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she lifts it over her head, tossing it aside to reveal bare skin and soft curves that leave him staring, wide-eyed and trozen.

"You're beautiful," he mutters before he can stop himself, the words tumbling out unfiltered.

Her smile softens, and she cups his face in her hands, searching his eyes. "Could say the same about you. Touch me, Daryl."

His hands flex nervously on her hips, now pressing into bare skin that feels hot to the touch. "Don't wanna mess it up."

"You won't." She reaches for his hands again, guiding them upward until his calloused fingers brush the swell of her breasts. He sucks in a sharp breath, his touch featherlight and hesitant.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice rough with uncertainty.

"It's perfect," she murmurs, arching into his touch. "Here, let me show you."

She places her hands over his, guiding his fingers to knead and explore, her soft sighs of pleasure encouraging him. He grows bolder with each movement, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips.

"Like that," she breathes, her hips grinding down harder against him. "You're doing so good, Daryl."

Her praise sends a jolt of heat through him, and he pulls her closer, burying his face against her neck as his confidence grows.

"Never done nothin' like this before," he admits, his voice muffled, his lips tracing the column of her neck and moving down to her shoulders, onto her clavicle and chest.

"You're a fast learner," she says breathlessly, tugging his hair gently to make him look at her. Her lips find his again, hungrier this time, and he responds with a desperation that surprises even him.

His hands continue their kneading of her breasts, traveling around her to hug her tight against him, the swell of them pressing into his clothed chest, his hips beginning to move instinctively beneath her. The thought occurs to him that he hates clothes.

She gasps against his mouth, breaking the kiss to press her forehead to his.

"You're incredible," she whispers, her voice breathy. "I've wanted this for so long."

Daryl swallows hard, his chest heaving.

"Don't know what you see in me, but... I don't wanna stop."

"Then don't," she murmurs, kissing him again. "I'll take care of you. Just let me."

With newfound confidence—or maybe just desperation—Daryl leans forward, pressing his lips against the soft skin of her chest. He works his way down, his kisses slow and clumsy, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her breath hitches when his mouth brushes between the swells of her breasts, and when he kisses the top, then the underside, he swears she arches into him on purpose, trying to drive him out of his damn mind.

Then, tentatively, he takes her nipple into his mouth. The sound she makes—low and ragged—has his cock straining so hard against his jeans he thinks he might lose it right there. Her hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging lightly as his tongue flicks out, testing, tasting her. She gasps, and that sound drives a hunger in him he’s never felt before.

His hips shift beneath her as she continues grinding against him, her movements deliberate and unrelenting. The friction is almost too much, the ache in his lap unbearable. He grips her hips hard, trying to slow her down. “You’re gonna drive me crazy,” he mutters, his voice rough, lips brushing against her neck.

She exhales a shaky laugh, a smile teasing her lips. “That’s kinda the point.”

Before he can respond, she leans back slightly, her hands moving to the waistband of her jeans. “Here,” she says, popping the button open with practiced ease. His breath catches as she begins to slide the zipper down, revealing the curve of her hip.

His mind races. He’s never had a woman like this before—so wanting for him, so sure of herself. His chest tightens at the thought of messing this up, of not being enough for her. But at the same time, his heart pounds with anticipation. God, he’s thought about her like this more times than he can admit. What her skin would feel like. What her lips would taste like. And now, it’s happening, and he feels so far out of his depth he doesn’t know where to begin.

She must notice his wide eyed stare, because her other hand tilts his chin up then, catching his gaze, "Only if you want to," she says again.

His throat is suddenly very dry, and all he can do is nod.

She smiles, and his chest tightens. She guides his hand beneath the waistband of her jeans, the soft skin of her pubic bone brushing his fingers first. The light tuft of hair there is the only thing rougher than her skin, and when his fingers graze lower, they slide easily over the slick heat of her center.

A growl rumbles in his chest, unbidden, as he realizes how wet she is. For him. His head spins, his blood roaring in his ears. When his fingers dip lower, pressing into her, her walls clench around them greedily. She moans—loud, uninhibited—and the sound nearly undoes him.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, his voice raw as he watches her, awestruck.

She’s beautiful—blissed out and needy, her body moving with his like they’ve done this a hundred times before. He can’t take it anymore. His free hand comes up, fingers curling lightly around the back of her neck as he pulls her down to kiss him. The kiss is desperate, hungry, and the little sounds she makes against his lips make his body tighten unbearably.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps against his mouth, her voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

Her words send a jolt through him, and he groans low in his throat, the tension in his core mounting to an unbearable peak as he groans against her lips, gasping for breath as his high flushes through him. Stars break against his closed lidded eyes. Her whimpers rise to full on ragged moans as she presses into his hand then one last time, his fingers knuckle deep inside her as they press against her spongey walls as she tightens around them, sucking his digits further into her as the climax breaks over her.

His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, her kisses trailing down his jaw and neck as her hips slow, her ragged breaths giving way to soft, contented sighs.

When she pulls back, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hooded with lust, she looks down at him and smiles. “Did you just…?” she asks, her gaze dropping to his lap.

His face burns as he remembers himself, the wetness in his pants prominent as they both look down. Slowly, he pulls his hand from her, the loss of contact making her frown slightly. He bows his head, shame tightening his chest as he presses his hands into his lap.

“That is so hot,” she murmurs, her voice rich and warm, not even a hint of laughter behind it.

Daryl’s head jerks up, his breath catching in his throat. “Hot?” he rasps, his voice cracking slightly.

She nods, her smile soft and utterly disarming as her fingers trail along his jaw. “Yeah. You’re so worked up just from me, Daryl. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her words make his head spin. She’s serious—dead serious—and it hits him like a freight train. She isn’t mocking him, isn’t annoyed or disappointed. She likes him. Wants him. And not just in some passing way.

“You really mean that?” he mumbles, his hands twitching where they return to rest awkwardly against her hips.

Her brow furrows slightly, her expression turning tender. “Of course I mean it. You have no idea how crazy you drive me, do you?”

He stares at her, stunned silent, his heart hammering in his chest. He doesn’t understand it—can’t wrap his head around why someone like her would want someone like him—but the look in her eyes leaves no room for doubt.

Her lips brush against his, slow and teasing. “Wanna go again?” she whispers, her voice like honey. “I’ve got a few more things I can teach you.”

His heart stutters, and he swears the heat in her gaze alone could undo him all over again. She’s not just enjoying herself—she’s reveling in it, like she���s been waiting for this moment as long as he has.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, rough and hoarse. He swallows hard, his body stirring again despite the lingering haze of his release. “Yeah, okay.”

Her smile widens, and it’s nothing short of radiant. She leans in, her mouth covering his in a kiss that feels deeper this time, more confident. He lets himself relax, his hands finding her waist, and for the first time, he lets himself believe this is real—that she’s here, wanting him, and not judging him for a second.

Her hips roll against him again, slow and deliberate, and his fingers tighten instinctively on her waist. When she breaks the kiss, her lips curve into a smirk, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Good. ‘Cause we’re just getting started.”