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Are you fucking serious?
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Brat Tamer!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Brat!Reader
Era: Alexandria
Smut
Warnings: Rough sex, unprotected p in v, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, dom!daryl, brat tamer!daryl, degradation (such as brat, slut, whore etc) , opposites attract, diva!reader, brat!reader, smut, plot, pet names, oral (m&f), face fucking, fingering, choking(by oral) squirting, hair pulling, small masturbation (when i say small it may aswell not be a warning but yk), pink pink PINK đĽ°, spanking, a sprinkle of praise, aftercare, Reader has pink painted weapons instead of the other types (weapon paint)
First Person. (I, My, Me, etc.)
Context: Reader is a brat and Daryl fucking hates it, they have known each other since the quarry but Daryl has always seemed to hate her for some reason, so Reader hates him back for it, they have to go on a run together.. who knows what will happen
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I was just applying some lip gloss, pink gloss that i found last run, thought i could treat myself seeing as it was this big mall that had clothes and a makeup store, there was also a torn up victoria secret store butttt i didnât bother going there due the hawk eye that was on run with me that day. Speaking of which, the hawk eyed archer is walking over, with a frustrated look on his face, thats nothing new when hes forced to talk to me, that hawk eye is also called Daryl, someone Iâve known since the quarry. He has hated me since I met him, I have never really knew why. I put my lipgloss into these creme jean shorts that suited this dirty pink tank top with a pink gun in my holster, then met his walk.
âWhy are you over here, What do you want?â then crossed my arms, swung my hips and then looked up at him, one thing that Iâll admit is that he has really nice eyes, they are blue and they are actually nice. âRick has ordered us taâ go on a run.â his southern accent dripping in his sentence, hinting at his own frustration at it. âWhys it ALWAYS us?â I rolled my eyes im my own evident anger, then followed him over to his bike, hopping on the back of it and held onto him, Daryl simply just shrugged and we were on our way to wherever the fuck we were going to.
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Finally we pulled up at some random town thats nearby, abandoned, glass was actually shattered all around the town. I got off and looked at the stores that were actually not shattered. âPersonally i think we should split up.â, a grunt of annoyance was heard and i immediately turned around âProblem?â he just walked over to me and replied âAre yâ sure thaâ yaâ lilâ doll legs wont get hurt if yeâ go off alone?â and more anger flushed in my face. âWhat the fuck do you mean, Dixon? Just because i like fashion doesnât mean that you get to be an asshole about it.â i was beyond pissed off at him, How could he say something so rude. I rolled my eyes at him and he just grunted in response. I just walked off, who was he to say no?
As I checked out a store for clean clothed, i couldnât believe my eyes. It was gorgeous pink lingerie that had a 2000s satin dressing gown, who was i to say no to that beauty?! I picked it up by the hanger and checked it out, shock filling my expression, smiling at it. It was pretty dirty but nothing a little bit of cleaning wont fix. With this i could look like a goddess.. I folded it into my backpack and continued looking, the clothes here were really dirty, I picked up a few that reminded me of people at home, then went to check over the counter, some makeup that was clearly used, but very barely, I need a few more products and, personally I think the girls at home would thank me for it. I grabbed a few in different shades of everything so people have variety, there was then a hand on my shoulder, i turned around quickly, shit! a walker, I rushed to try get my knife out, i walked backwards then I accidentally made a shelf fall over, woops.., I grabbed my knife quickly then stabbed the walker right in the skull.
I finally finished the little shopping spree, about to open the door until suddenly Daryl came rushing in, i raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, about to speak, a bang was at the door, a walker hand. They were all piling up the front of the door, clearly knowing that we were in there. I turned to look at Daryl in anger. âWhat the fuck.â i said with aggression and he looked down at me with twice the amount of anger, i was confused on why he was so pissed off at me âWhat the fuck do yâ mean? Yâ just nearly got yourself killed! Walkers coming left and right from those abandoned stores ALL because you dropped something in here because of how careless you were being.â I opened my mouth wide and looked at the fallen shelf then looked back at him, he was looking at the fallen shelf and just put two and two together. âIm not being careless Daryl. I even got you a new shirt that looks far better than your torn one. It was wobbling before i even came in here, I just took the most decent stuff on it then it fell.â I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms, the excuse clearly poor as a glass item was fallen on-top of clothes. âThâ dead walker says otherwise. What the fuck are yâ doing.â he said with a fed up tone then took the bag, unzipping it, seeing makeup on top of clothes. He picked up a mascara and looked at me in anger. âFuckân makeup? What are yâ going to do with this?â his anger becoming more and more evident by the second. âWell.. for starters theres plenty of women at home that would be very grateful without looking like they are actually apart of the dead, and secondly whys it your business?â I said with as equal aggression as him, stepping closer to him.
He went back looking in the bag and i seen the tiniest bit of the lingerie. He raised it up with aggression. âAre yâ fuckân serious?â he said, evidently furious. I rolled my eyes again until i heard him grunt again before dropping the bag and stepping forward to me. he looked like he was hesitating, i realised how close he genuinely was and rolled my eyes again, blushing only the slightest bit. âIf y-â suddenly his lips were on mine, i shut my eyes and blended into the kiss. âIf i knew thaâ was what shut yâ up, I woulda done it a long time ago.â he pressed his forehead against mine. âIf i knew that stopped you being a dick this whole time i would have done it myself⌠except youâre still an asshole.â I said with false anger in my voice, he just grunted and slammed his lips back on mine, âSuch a fuckân brat fâme.â my legs nearly fell in front of him as he said that. âDo yâ want this? Hmm?â his finger fell to my clit, i rolled my eyes and quietly let out a gut moan. He stopped directly on it, âDidnt get an answer, cmon, all silent fâme now but you were chewinâ my ear off seconds ago.â he said looking in my eyes with this lust-filled gaze i havenât seen from him before. âPlease.â i looked away from him in embarrassment, hiding how badly i really wanted him, and how i have for a longgg while now. âPlease what? Yâ want me to stop? Cant do nothinâ without yâ permission. And look aâ me.â he raised his hand to my chin, making me look in his eyes. this was like a whole new Daryl.. âFine.. please keep going, Daryl.â I looked down after i had said it, i felt the blush turning more redder as what i said settled in, suddenly i felt movement down below and i sighed with relief. âFinally a good girl mm?â he then took my hand, putting it in front of his bulge. I teasingly squeezed it and he just grunted. âOn yâ knees, doll.â
I rolled my eyes then got on my knees, i slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers, it hit me square in the face and he laughed. It was sure fucking big alright. There was a specific vein climbing up to the tip, i just shoved it in my mouth and bobbed my head against it. He groaned, a long, sexy, groan. he grabbed the back of my hair and started thrusting upwards, making me gagg. âWhat a fuckân slutty brat, mm? Yâ enjoying this sweetheart? Who knew it was dick yâ needed to shut that pretty lil moutha yours, ah?â he thrusted deeper as he groaned louder, throwing his head back. Absentmindedly i began to unbutton my shorts and put my own hand working on my clit, making a muffled moan escape from my lips. this kept on going for a while, a small âGood girlâ escaping Daryls lips as mascara filled tears were rolling down my face. âWhat a dirty fucking whore..â he groaned out.
âFuck.. fuck.. fuck..â he grunted, i could tell how close he was, but he just pulled me away from his cock, lifting me up to him and kissed me, picking me up, spinning me round and putting me on the check out counter, he seen that my shorts were undone and groaned in response, finding pink lacy panties.. of course. he pulled them down alongside with my shorts and started licking my pussy, sucking and nibbling on my clit. I hesitantly moved my hands to his hair and pulled on it lightly, making him let out a quiet groan beneath me, he slid a finger inside me making me moan and my grip tighter on his hair, he let out a louder groan. it had to have been even better than music, and i cant even listen to it no more!
He kept flicking his tongue and added another digit, curling his fingers up, âFuck I- keep going..!â I looked down and he was looking up at me with those lust eyes, thats all i needed and i came all over him. His fingers, his face, it was perfect. he kept going for me to ride out my orgasm, then pulled away, standing up and licking his fingers clean. then, he slowly pushed his cock deep into me, making a loud moan of ecstasy escape my lips. He felt so big inside, even bigger than how he felt in my mouth, tears fell down my face and he notice. âYâ can take it girl, cmon, i ainâ even fully in yet.â he pushed more forward, his own structure collapsing slightly more and more then kissed me, it was actually pretty passionate. his lips were so⌠perfect, i could suffocate in them. âYeah, is it even in yet?â he immediately looked at me, raised his eyebrow then slammed into me, thrusting roughly and spanked my ass, making a loud moan escape my lips, his hand snaking up to pull my hair, reminding me to keep quiet, the grip on my hips had to have been bruising. he was placing kisses and bites all round my tank top, it kept rolling back up so he ripped it off âI liked that shirt!â he grunted in response, âSounds like yâ prefer ma cock tho, what a slut, even when getting yaâ pussy fucked yâ cant stop fuckân talkinâ, such a whore.â this made me let out a moan, in response he spanked me again.
Then he pulled out to sit me on the counter and spread my legs, putting one up to his shoulder, slamming right back ainto me, just as i was about to let out a high pitch moan, he put his hands next to my head, one on the left and one on the right, placing his lips on mine, shushing the moans i had and he went quicker with his thrusts, parting his own lips now and then to let out a groan before putting them right where they belong.. he then parted them again to let out a groan, i then sunk my teeth to around where this âXâ tattoo just above his collarbone was, the noise that escaped him was so.. attractive. as i stopped sucking on it and giving him probably a hickey, he jumped directly on my neck, planting his own hickeys peppered all round my neck, collarbone, and even some around my cleavage.
He continued going until I felt that knot in my stomach, felt like i was seeing stars âGo on, girl, i feel yâ, good girl, cmon.â i rolled my eyes to the back of my head and suddenly, a wet noise came out, almost sounding like water coming out there. Even Daryl stopped and looked down in shock, âDamn, woman.. yâ a squirter..â he breathed out and I looked down, a small puddle of water underneath me, water droplets dripping down his thigh. I bit my lip and looked up at him. âIâm being genuine when i say this.. i didnt know i could do that.â he raised an eyebrow, surprised. âSo much for not feelinâ it sweetheart, now yâ gonna do it again fâme.â he pushed fully back into me and grunted. âYouâre so wet.â he winced and started thrusting.
He gained speed, if felt like i was about to finish all over again âCmon just one more time..â and thats all i needed, it was like a waterfall to be honest, it felt amazing.. then like that, he came too, a groan escaping his lips for the final time before he collapsed on my chest, looking at me as i looked at him, both of us panting, breathlessly, he then pressed a kiss just filled with passion on my lips.
âThought you hated me, Dixon.â he shook his head âNever have, js hated how pretty yâ were and how i always dreamt of yâ wrapped around my cock. Yâ came into my head almost every single night and i couldnt stand it.. the way you gave me that fuckân attitude made me feel like you knew.â this made me chuckle abit , him looking at me as if he seen a ghost. âSo you just wanted me wrapped round your cock then you mightâve started liking me?â he shook his head. âYâ twisting my words, ive never not liked yaâ. When yâ not talking to me and yâ talking to others yâ not bad. I know that i prolly ruined my chances and all-â i took his neck then pulled him in for a kiss. âShut up and stop being silly, no chances were ruined. Now letâs get out of here- after i find a new shirt.â he laughed slightly and nodded, i went looking for a shirt that actually looked good, a pink jumper, sure, put it on then prepared to escape, some walkers were gone from the door, we let 2 in at a time till eventually it was fine to leave.
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ANOTHER RANDOM THINGGG
11/5/24 Teen!Daryl Dixon x Teen!Reader
âYou ever think weâre gonna make it out?â
âOutâŚof where?â
âOut of this shitholeâŚI think we could. Been saving up cash, you got your dads truckâŚwe could leave and forget about this place.â
Daryl turns his head to look at you, the two of you laying on the roof of the abandoned gas station. You feel his eyes on you and turn to look at him, taking in his expression.
âWhat?â You fully turn your body to face him completely, wondering what that look is on his face. âYou think we couldnât?â
âYou couldâŚâ
âŚWhat the hell is that supposed to mean? Why would he not want to come with you? Get away from that abusive father and druggie brother of his. Itâs possible to just get up and leaveâŚif you had all the essential parts of your plan.
1. You have the cash, enough to get you two somewhere and start a new life.
2. The bravery to actually do something like this.
3. You needed a vehicle. Darylâs got that covered unless he doesnât want to goâŚ
âWe could.â Daryl shakes his head and looks away..up at the stars, somethingâs obviously on his mind. You shouldnât pry considering he has a tendency to blow up on people. He doesnât mean itâŚitâs all he knows.
âNahâŚcanât leave my family hereââ
âWhat?! Canât leave your family?? Daryl are you kidding me?!â
âI ainât arguinâ with you âbout thisâŚit ainât happeninâ!â
Theres only silence for a few moments, the only sounds are the chilly night air and you and Darylâs breathing. You lay back down, front facing the stars again, trying to understand why he wouldnât want to leave.
The feeling of slightly chapped lips going from your hand down to your arm is enough to startle you out of your thoughts. Turning to see the culprit, you bring your hand to his hair, brushing it away from his face. You look into each otherâs eyes for what feels like a lifetime, you always get lost in them, confused on how such a pretty man can be cursed with such an ugly life.
âI love youâŚâ He didnât say those words often, not used to hearing them at allâŚYou didnât mind how much he said them, he showed it, and thatâs all you needed.
URGH I was gonna finish this but i donât know how so. Sorry!
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self care is finally choosing to delete all my drafts and requests from when i first started writing because im not going to finish them because i lost interest in twd
i still love norman and daryl, theyâve officially altered my brain chemistry, but its now gone back to its empty normal state and nothing is coming out of it anymore so my blog now serves me no purpose outside being a mere reflection of what once was :3
this was fun guys ur all hot and funny and im gonna miss all u hotties even the biggest fans my haters u guys fueled me i love u all and make sure to keep my stuff from getting stolen cause thatd be wack okay bye babes
đ - sage
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I wanna RIDE HIS FACEâźď¸âźď¸âźď¸đŁď¸ yep. Thatâs it. Thatâs all im thinking about as of now LMAOâŚ
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The Boondock Saints - Murphy MacManus (Norman Reedus)
This was totally unnecessary but 100% appreciated đ
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Cherry Pie
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: You know virtually nothing about sex, and Darylâs done it all. Together, you take on an impromptu anatomy lesson, and you learn that Daryl has a lot more to teach you than whatâs covered in the textbooks.
Warnings: NSFW. Corruption kink!!! Loss of virginity. Messy, unprotected p-in-v. Oral (f!receiving). Daryl puts your promise ring on his tongue while he eats you out and does it in front of someone else, in secret. Half-baked breeding kink and an indirect marriage proposal.
Love him or hate him, the man played to win.
Daryl was one of those few unflinchingly stubborn motherfuckers who never saw a challenge he didnât like, or a game he couldnât beat. The world at large was his personal sports arena, and everyone around him a rival. You suspected that was why, with his hands planted on either one of your thighs and a smile as wide as the moon shining bright above you two, you almost felt inclined to believe him when heâd said:
âIâm gonna pop thaâ cherry someday, just wait.â
You remembered staring at him in a mixture of confusion and disbelief, hardly computing the words heâd spoken.
âWhatâs a cherry?â youâd asked.
Daryl just grinned even bigger and dropped a kiss over your two, tightly knit eyebrows, grabbing your hand to hoist you back onto your feet. Then heâd led you back, promising to tell you everything in due time.
That was six months agoâand you hardly knew more about this wild, elusive âcherryâ today than you did back then. The longer Daryl led you down this rabbit hole, the more you started to believe this whole thing was nothing but a sordid working of your friendâs imagination. Another sinister game you were destined to lose.
Presently, you squeezed his head tight between your thighs and gripped the headboard even harder, rutting your hips in the most obscene manner above Darylâs outstretched tongue. You felt your whole body tremble with pleasure, and in a matter of seconds, that merciless, mind-numbing bliss came crashing over your senses.
Orgasms, youâd learned a little over a week ago, werenât just the stuff of dreams but a real life bodily release. Ever since Daryl had made you privy to that secret euphoric source, it seemed you were aching for it all hours of the day; accordingly, youâd made a frequent seat of Darylâs face and rode that wave every chance you got. There were moments you feared the man might suffocate between your thighs, but he came up smiling every time.
At length, Daryl happily lapped up the last drops of your arousal and hummed an appreciative note below.
You slidâor, more aptly, collapsedâdown his body and brought your head to rest on his chest, panting in awe.
âYou bastard,â you hissed.
âThat good?â Daryl grinned.
âSurely this...oral fixation isnât gonna last forever, is it?â
You tilted your head just in time to see Daryl swiping his thumb over his bottom lip before bringing it down to your own. Coaxing the digit between your lips and waiting for you to suck it, all wide-eyed and innocent.
âMhmm,â he nodded, pushing his finger even further. Whether he was answering your question or simply urging you to take more of him, you couldnât be sure.
Though you werenât particularly fond of that unfamiliar taste in your mouth, you accepted it anyway and sucked on his thumb like you knew he wanted you to do. You even got the sense he liked when your eyes locked on his, so you did that too, just staring and suckling and feeling a bit like a fool. Daryl groaned and drove his finger even deeper, smiling when your throat convulsed around him.
He withdrew his hand and admired the strings of saliva that followed it. Then, with that same hand, he patted your head affectionately.
âGettinâ there,â he said. Already sliding off your bed and heading toward the bathroom.
Getting where? You thought, almost forlorn at the sight of his retreating figure.
Daryl did this every timeâlick, rub, and tonguefuck you dumb âtil you came all over his face, then leave you sprawled out on your bed while he locked himself away in another room. It was bewildering.
He wouldnât tell you why he left, or what he was doing while tucked away from your prying eyes, but you surmised it had something to do with the lump in his jeans. That zipped-up, bulging mass that always seemed to disappear mere minutes after leaving your presence, the âpuffyâ thing youâd prodded once or twice above the fabric of his pants. You ached to know what inhabited that space between his legs, and even more, what made it vanish so fast. It didnât take a rocket scientist to suss out that those parts of him had something to do with the analogous parts on you, so it seemed you had only to feel yourself up to get a little closer to the truth.
You slipped a hand between your thighs and ran a touch down your slick, throbbing core.
You hardly knew what you were doing; you just wanted to learn more.
A shiver passed over your lower half as your fingers grazed a particularly raw spot, one you remembered Daryl calling your clit. It didnât feel the same beneath your trembling touch.
Nothing did, in fact. You pushed a finger inside yourself and barely made it to the second knuckle before your walls started to sting.
What made Darylâs tongue feel so good that wouldnât work the same for your own hands?
An exasperated sigh shuddered through your chest, and your eyes started to close. You teased another finger at your entrance, hoping to simulate the same sensation of Darylâs mouth, but you whimpered when it burned. You bit your lip, braced yourself, and stupidly ventured for a third, when something tore your attention away.
You jolted back in bed and shot a look to the side, where Daryl had your offending hand pinched between two fingers. You peered up at him and saw him scowl.
ââFuck ye think yer doinâ?â he snapped.
You bit back your nerves and surprised yourself with a quick return, spoken just as sternly:
âTouching myself, Daryl, what does it look like?â
You tried to yank your hand away, but Daryl kept it close to his body. Squeezed it even harder.
âI thought we talked about thaâ,â he said, his voice annoyingly even, âWe said ye werenât allowed to touch yerself âless I was there with ya.â
You couldnât help it. You pulled hard on your hand and pried yourself out of his grasp. Then you slotted it right back between your legs, eyes never leaving his.
âWe havenât talked about anything, Daryl. You wonât tell me a goddamn thing about this...thing of mine, or yours, or anything,â you said, flustered and unable to keep from repeating your words the longer you tried racking your brain of its limited vernacular.
You pretended not to notice when Darylâs eyes drifted down your body, and the once-flat seam of his jeans started to stir. Didnât spare a second glance when he shifted uncomfortably on his feet and seemed to waver, indeterminately, between two warring ideas in his brain.
In truth, he was debating whether to fuck you senseless right there on your plush, lacy sheets or else sit back and watch you try and piece yourself together, all misguided fingertips and muffled whimpers before his hungry gaze. And, if he were a little more honest with himself, he would admit he wasnât just hungry but starved for your affections, seeing you splayed across the covers with your fingers dipped between your folds and fumbling around without the faintest idea of where to put them.
Youâd been born and raised within the four walls of this post-apocalyptic community and hadnât strayed an inch outside a second in your life. Folks like you, afforded the unique luxury of never needing to leave the asylum, simply had no reason to learn lifeâs dirtier dimensions.
You knew the birds and the bees and your motherâs ardent pleas never to let a man corrupt you down there if he wasnât your husband, but you didnât even know how that corruption came to be. You were pure, unblemished territory, blinking up at Daryl with the widest eyes of naĂŻvetĂŠ, and part of him couldnât bear the thought of taking that away from youânot yet, at least.
Another part of him felt the urge to defile you in the worst ways imaginable, right then and there, with both your parents lounging obliviously downstairs.
While he fought every filthy-minded inclination in his body, Daryl took a seat on the edge of your bed. Averted his eyes from your fingers and swallowed.
âHey.â He nudged you.
You flinched with the soft intrusion and opened your eyes to look at him.
Instead of finding your touch replaced as they normally would be, you felt your fingers pried from between your thighs and clasped in both of Darylâs hands.
Then, gently, a touch trailed down your fourth finger. Daryl stopped at the thin silver band adorning its base and wriggled it between his own forefinger and thumb.
âCan ya tell me what this is?â he murmured.
You eyed him uncertainly before looking down at the ring yourself.
âA promise ring,â you answered quietly.
âA promise to who?â Daryl pressed.
âMyâ uh, my future husband.â
Daryl squeezed the petite metallic flower that was melded to the ring, pressing it between his fingers as if to prove a point.
âGettinâ hitched any time soon?â he quizzed, a hint of a smile rising to his lips.
âNo, butââ
âSo youâve got this hypothetical husband youâre promisinâ yerself to, hm?â Daryl plodded on, pretending not to hear you, âAnd that thing yer promisinâ, it must be pretty important, ainât it?â
You rolled your eyes and started to pull away, but Daryl made sure to keep your hand locked in place. When you didnât answer, he pushed the question againââSumnâ real, real special, no?ââlaced with a little extra venom in his words.
This time, you were the one to feign ignorance, opting instead to shuffle back in the sheets and play stupid as you retreated into the comfort of your bed. Daryl loosened his grip, but not before heâd plucked the ring from your finger. Then he mirrored your movements and made his way up your body, proceeding to plant his hands on either side of your head on the pillow.
Somewhere in the mix, heâd taken your ring between his teeth. He displayed it proudly above you with a smile.
âCâmon, hon. Tell me,â he coaxed between gritted teeth.
When he sensed your tight-lipped pout wasnât about to budge, he took the ring out of sight and seemed to move off of you. As it was, he simply slid down your body and toward your parted legs. You tensed.
âDaryl,â you started to plead the moment heâd descended between your knees. He was already getting comfortable.
âItâs a very simple question, Y/N,â Daryl murmured, words a bit more distorted than usual.
You couldnât bear the sight of him teasing you there but also seemed unable to tear your gaze away. You pulled at his hair, helplessly, and had only to beg him not to play these idiotic games. Unfortunately for you, Darylâs competitive edge had taken a hit, and he was too taken with the thrill of the challenge to heed your wishes.
His mouth had moved dangerously close to your center. You could feel each gentle puff of his lungs fan across your folds.
Then, incredibly, you watched his tongue emerge from his mouth, and, instead of delving right into your heat, he let it rest between his lips, flashing something light and shiny on its surface.
Your ring.
This sick fuck.
âGive it back,â you snapped, clamping your legs over his stupid, smirking head.
One of Darylâs palms pushed flat against your stomach, pinning you to the mattress so you couldnât squirm out of reach. Perhaps you shouldâve fought back, but in all honesty, you were too entranced by the sight of his tongue to think much else. A whimper caught in your throat the second he made contact with your wet, swollen core.
It seemed Daryl had maneuvered your ring over the tip of his tongue and was dragging a line up your slit. Pushing the metal petals of the flower against your clit, drawing soft, placid circles, and looking you dead in the eyes all the while.
Then he dipped below to your dripping hole and pushed the ring inside of it.
Daryl lifted his head and licked his lips.
âWanna tell me now?â he grinned.
Your mind was buzzing a million miles per minute, spinning so fast you feared you couldnât speak, but somehow, you managed to stammer out:
âChrysanthemums.â
You bit your lip and watched him wait for you to catch your breath. You could scarcely collect your thoughts fast enough to finish.
âThe flowerâ i-it means fidelity, or something. Mom says the ringâs supposed to be a sign of my commitment to my husband.â
Daryl raised his eyebrows.
âAnd ya know just what yer committinâ to the lucky bastard?â he asked.
You shook your head. Honest, this time.
In response, Daryl moved a finger to your entrance and dragged it in a gentle circular motion, careful not to disturb the ring heâd pushed inside.
âThaâs it,â he said, his voice almost lowered to a whisper, âThaâs the spot, honey.â
He locked eyes with you once more, and suddenly, you understood. All the apprehension and dread, distress, and foreboding decorum surrounding that floral token. Every thinly-veiled euphemism from your mother and father and the soft, assuaging delicacies crafted to fall on deaf ears. The answer was with you all along and somehow the furthest thing from your comprehension.
âMy...cherry?â
Daryl nodded and chuckled. He took the ring back on the tip of his finger and started to push it farther inside of you.
âYour virginity,â he said.
When you flinched at the feeling, Daryl straightened himself up and brought his other hand to rub your thigh. Sitting across from you now with a touch of concern straining his features.
âI wonât really touch it âless ya want me to,â he mumbled, eyes flickering between yours in earnest.
âYou can,â you said softly, perhaps a little too quickly, âJust donât...pop it, okay?â His previous declaration danced before your mind in flashing letters.
Daryl bit back a smile and assured you he wouldnât.
The two of you were perched on your bed, seated face-to-face and staring down at the small space between you. Cautiously, almost, Daryl came to slide his finger further inside your body, and at the last you watched the whole thing disappear right down to the knuckle.
You waited. Daryl looked up to find your gaze, and you stared back, almost afraid to blink.
âI ainât no doctor or nothinâ,â Daryl began, slowly, âBut yer cherryâs sâposedâa be up there.â He wiggled his finger to punctuate his point.
âWhat is it?â you breathed.
That was a good question. Daryl sat and contemplated his options, how he might politely explain things to you. In the end, he settled on saying,
âJust skin, really.â
âSkin?â
âYeah, uh, somethinâ called a high-men, I think. Just a stretchâa skin in the middle of yer...cunt, or whatever, and, uh, I guess it gets all tore up when theââ Daryl cut his speech short, cursing himself for getting so thick in the weeds of it without the slightest idea as to how he would explain that dreaded next part.
âTore up when? Why?â Your eyes widened.
âNo, no, not tore up or nothinââI didnât mean it like thaâ âIâm just sayinâ it gets popped. By a...a, you knowâŚâ
âI donât know, Daryl, tell me,â you cried, your voice already starting to shake.
Daryl slipped his finger out of your heat, floral ring and all.
This was a bad idea, he thought. You were already halfway in a panic, concocting the wildest notions in your mind of what horrors lay ahead. Daryl ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
âWhat pops the cherry, Daryl?â you pressed, trying to reign in your fear as you spoke.
Daryl peered down at the tiny ring atop his index finger and felt a pang of guilt. This wasnât going how heâd planned. When his eyes wandered back to yours and first caught a glimpse of the apprehension welled up behind them, he knew he couldnât drag this on any longer.
âJust a...guyâs, uh, private parts,â he said at last.
âThe puffy stuff?â you returned promptly.
Daryl nodded, almost charmed by the term youâd given his penis, were he not so humiliated by this disaster of an anatomy lesson.
You heaved a sigh of relief and fell back on the bed.
âThank fuck!â
Daryl shot you a curious look. Before he could ask what on earth you meant by that, you supplied him with an answer, rejoining,
âThought you had to stick a knife up there or somethinâ.â
âWhy would I do that, dumbass?â Darylâs nostrils flared.
âYou tell me! Youâre the one saying youâd tear me up,â you giggled.
Oh, I would, Daryl thought reflexively. He regained his composure in an instant and chided himself.
âShit gets messy, thaâs all I meant,â he said.
You were quick to sit up again, the fear in your eyes shortly supplanted by intrigue. Inching closer to him.
âShow me how,â you grinned as your hands skimmed toward the seam of his jeans.
âShow you what?â
âHow your puffy stuff works,â you said, exasperated.
âItâs a penis, Y/N!â
Daryl shot up from the bed before you could lay a finger on his crotch.
He knew you wanted to know but wasnât quite sure youâd be pleased with what youâd seeâyour understanding of the male form, heâd come to realize, was even cruder than your knowledge of your own. What if you got one good look at his love gun and fled for your life?
If you were to handle it any worse than the way youâd reacted when heâd first told you his mouth wasnât just good for talking, heâd have his work cut out for him.
At length, he grasped his belt buckle in one hand and kept your promise ring tucked snug on the other.
âIf I show ya, yâpromise not to scream or nothinâ?â
You stoodâor, rather, kneeledâat attention on the edge of the bed and nodded.
âPromise.â
âAâright then.â
Daryl had never felt so exposed, or vulnerable, taking a garment off his body. Each time heâd unbuckled himself and shoved his jeans and briefs down before, it was never to strip himself completelyâjust to free his cock and give him space enough to rut into whatever woman was willing to share his bed for the night. This was pushing his pants down his legs and actually stepping outside them, standing stock-still on the floor and hoping, foolishly, that youâd like the sight in front of you.
Fortunately for him, you loved it. Or, at the very least, seemed engaged.
Your lips unconsciously parted as the outline of his length came into view. You sucked in a breath. With your pupils blown wide and your mouth hanging open, drool liable to spill out any second, Daryl reckoned you looked a bit obscene. He liked it.
He was palming himself over his briefs in gentle strokes, taking his damn sweet time as he took a couple steps closer to you.
âNow tell me what this is called,â he said, watching you ogle every inch.
âA cock,â you answered.
Daryl almost choked on his spit. What happened to âpuffy stuffâ and all the rest of your innocent paranyms? Where the hell did you learn the wordâ
âCock?â Daryl repeated.
âYeah, like a rooster.â Smiling sweetly up at him.
âWho taught ya thaâ word?â Darylâs voice broke out a little harsher than he intended, such that your smile came to fade, but he quickly repaired it with a brush of his knuckles on your cheek.
âYou did, Dar,â you said, at the last.
âMe?â
âYouâre always grabbinâ your junk and tellinâ people to suck your cock, I just figuredââ
âAh. Right.â
Daryl made a mental note not to get so shitfaced when you were around. And maybe educate you on the subject of blowjobs in a more delicate way, at a later date. For now, his focus was just on showing you his penis and hoping you wouldnât run screaming.
By the looks of it, though, he didnât suspect youâd have that problem. You quickly resumed your perch on the edge of the bed, staring and salivating at his clothed erection like it was the finest thing youâd ever seen.
Except you hadnât seen it yet. Daryl was just then starting to hook his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pull them down, all while watching for your first reactions.
When you saw small tufts of hair stemming from the base of his abdomen, you felt relief flood through youâthank goodness he had those tooâand then the place underneath it wasâŚsomething else entirely. The two of you shared similar patches of hair, and that was about it. In the place of a broad, empty plane of skin, you found a thick, reddish appendage. It was strange. The further Daryl tugged his briefs down his legs, the more you grew in your curiosity, âtil the whole thing took you by surprise and snapped up against his stomach.
You saw the full length of his cock and almost couldnât believe your eyes.
âYou wanna put that whole thing inside me?â you said without thinking.
That hadnât been quite the reaction Daryl had been expecting, but heâd take it over shrieking and fleeing any day of the week. He eyed you with an unusually amused look and nodded.
âWhole thing,â he repeated.
You gave him one last skeptical look before nodding too, seeming to accept your fate. You scooted back in the bed and squeezed your eyes shut as you started to spread your legs in a supine position.
âGo on then,â you said, âLetâs get this over with.â
This time, Darylâs amusement materialized in an outright laugh, and he came crawling up beside you in bed. Then he climbed on top of you and nudged your nose with his, âtil eventually you opened your eyes again.
âThat ainât how it works, sunshine.â
You glanced down at the fiery pink, worm-like attachment poking up between your bodies and wanted to hide. Not so much because the sight of it frightened you but because you couldnât fathom it fitting inside your bodyâand actually feeling good. You thought back to the words your mother had once used to describe that ugly, loathsome process of pleasing your husband and couldnât imagine this was something any woman wanted to do. Maybe Daryl had had you duped all along to think any differently.
A swell of heat rose to your cheeks when Daryl dropped his hand between your legs.
âSeeâ yer gonna spread these pretty things and let me go back down for a bit,â he said, already sliding toward the foot of the bed with a smirk, âNeed ya nice and wet, aâright?â
You grabbed his arms before he could go any further.
âNo,â you shook your head fiercely. Then, seeing the look of confusion on his face, adding, âI-I need you up here. With me.â
Daryl nodded in understanding. He kept his fingers brushing light against your inner thigh and looked you deep in the eyes.
âWe can do whatever yâwant. âSâall up to you, hon.â
He paused to bring his hand back up to your line of vision, holding your tiny ring on the tip of his finger. Wordlessly, it seemed, asking for your permission. You regarded the thing for a few seconds or more, while he watched you, and eventually, your gaze flickered back to his. You left the band where it was.
âKeep it,â you murmured.
âHoney, I canâtââ
Daryl was already starting to pull the ring off in protest, but you stalled his hands. Grasping them, momentarily, and holding them between you two.
âI want you to have it,â you said, smiling, âWant you to wear it right here.â
You reached up and tugged the thin silver chain dangling from Darylâs neck. He looked down, confused.
You didnât give him the chance to say another word. Reaching behind his head for the little metal clasp, you unhooked it swiftly and took the necklace in your hands. Made quick work of the ring and slipped it onto the chain, eyed it for a moment, then held it back up to him. Before Daryl could blink, youâd moved to re-secure the clasp around his neck and pulled the spindly metal strand to the front. Now the necklace hung a bit heavier on his chest with the weight of your ring strung across it.
Your name just then started to bubble to the surface of Darylâs lips, but you leaned in and kissed him before the sound ever reached you.
âYours,â you mumbled, kissing him softly.
Daryl kissed you back and held you tight. He stifled a groan when your legs came to wrap around his waist.
âYe sure, honey?â he breathed, hardly able to string words together as the blood surged straight to his cock.
You giggled at the sights and sensations your new position afforded you, feeling Darylâs throbbing member against your heat and seeing him fight every urge to push it forward. This felt easier, somehow, just pressed to each otherâs bodies while your limbs tangled together in the sheets.
Daryl kissed your forehead. Lowered his hips so his swollen, leaking cock came to rest between your folds.
Instead of recoiling or contorting your features in a fearful wince, you moaned. You felt your body move against him and spread your arousal up and down his shaft. Eyes half-hooded with pleasure, you rolled your hips and raked your fingers down his back, and Daryl swore he couldâve cum from the sight of that alone.
You didnât know what the hell you were doing; you just hoped it was something he liked.
When he reached for your chin and brought you in for a kiss, deeper and more desperate than youâd ever seen before, you felt a twinge of prideâclosely accompanied by a wave of desire. You opened your mouth in an effort to moan again and were welcomed instead by Darylâs slick, roaming tongue.
There was a strange sort of pressure between your legs. Something prodding you softly, keen to breach the threshold of your entrance but stopping short every time. You glanced between your bodies and saw Daryl gripping his cock like a vice down below.
âHoney, Iâ fuck,â his voice broke off in a moan, skimming the head of his cock down your slit, âI donât wanâ this to hurt.â
You placed a kiss on the side of his mouth and nuzzled your nose against the stubble residing around it.
âIt wonât,â you whispered. In truth, you were clueless.
Daryl shook his head, straining with the weight of his body above you. There was something heâd missed, something he needed to tell you before the two of you took things any further. It seemed that somewhere along the line, his mind had hardened to an opaque wall of lust, and he couldnât retrieve a single thought. All he could do now was peer down into your wide, glossy eyes and pine for you, all impulses escaping him but the singular urge to make you his.
âI want you,â you said, softly, âall the way inside me.â
You took the tiny metallic chrysanthemum dangling above youâyour promise ring that was presently hanging from Darylâs chainâbetween your lips, and sucked it in a little. Remembering how much he loved to watch you take things on the tongue and roll it around in your mouth, you did just that and kept your eyes locked on his all the while. You slipped the tip of your tongue through the ring, just as Daryl had, and brought it right back into your mouth. You moaned at the taste, your juices still coating the band.
Your silent invitation wasnât lost on Daryl in the slightest. In a second, his lips were back on yours, snagging the ring between your two mouths in a hot, frantic kiss, and the pressure at your core jumped to new heights as the head of his cock split you open.
Daryl hadnât been with a virgin before. He thought the process of âbreakingâ one in and popping the cherry, so to speak, was meant to be taken literally, so he shoved himself in to the hilt in one forceful thrust.
âFuck!â you said in unison, for two drastically different reasons.
He seemed on the brink of orgasm and you, the brink of tears, clawing at his back and trying not to cry.
The second Daryl saw your agonized expression, he panicked and pulled right out, but the force of the friction only amplified the pain. You clutched the sheets beside you and tried to stifle your whimpers, suddenly fearful for your parentsâ hearing.
âFuckinâ A,â you hissed, âI thought we were going slow!â
âI-Iâm sorryâ I thought thatâs what I was sâposedâa do.â
âYou said pop the cherry, not stab it to death.â
In spite of the ache inside you, you managed a playful look up at him and even giggled when he started flooding your face with little kisses. âIâm sorryâs tumbling just as profusely from his lips, repeated over and over âtil you were begging him to let up and get back between your legs already.
Daryl eased himself down more carefully this time. He cradled your head in his arms and seemed almost loath to push himself inside you again. It wasnât until you nodded your assent that he stirred his hips at all, taking a painstakingly slow approach to breaching your folds.
You felt the tip of his cock graze your entrance. Rub lightly up and down your slit to collect more of your juices.
âThaâs a good fuckinâ girl,â Daryl growled, overwhelmed by the warmth of your arousal pooling around his cock. Remembering his position, however, he refrained from going any further.
âIs it wet enough?â you murmured.
âUh-huh,â Daryl panted, gripping the sheets beside your head to keep from moving before you were ready. Then, softly, âIâll be gentler this time, I promise, baby.â
You spread your legs a little wider and nodded. Dug your heels into his lower back to try to ease him in. Daryl readily aided your efforts and started pressing the head of his cock to the edge of your tight, aching hole.
He couldnât have penetrated you any gentler if he tried. In spite of how wet you were, there still came a sting, and you seized his forearms the farther he pushed. Only this time Daryl was all eyes, watching and waiting and looking you up and down like another inch of his length might tear you in two. He sponged wet kisses up and down your jaw and hoped the brush of his lips would come as a welcome distraction from whatever discomfort you were suffering below.
Moreover, he found that talking you through it helped loosen your muscles. Whether you were aware of it or not, your were clenching hard on his cock, scarcely taking him more than an inch and unlikely to allow him any further if your walls stayed this rigid. Daryl started stroking your hair.
âSo good fâme. So nice anâ sweet takinâ this cock,â he said, tone as tender as it had ever been.
You grimaced at the intrusion of another inch and held the back of his neck between your two hands even tighter. Daryl lowered his head to kiss you again.
âSweetest thing I ever seen.â He pulled away to marvel at you, all flushed cheeks and quiet sighs.
It was clear you were just trying to survive with your consciousness intact, too focused on breathing and easing him in to think much else, so he nudged your chin to mumble even more quietly, âSâall gonna be okay, hon. Iâm right here for ya.â
âOh, I feel ya here. I know,â you quipped between labored breaths.
Before you could venture a smirk, you felt your walls start to pulse. The gentle throb of your warmth beckoned Daryl further into your cunt, and the two of you moaned at the sensation.
Your eyes shuttered closed, while Darylâs drifted down below.
âSonovabitch,â he said in a breath.
His gaze came to a stop and stayed glued on one small, absurd sight in particular: a bulge along your stomach.
He almost couldnât believe what he was seeing until he withdrew his length a little and saw the swell follow his movement. He watched the outline of his cock protrude from your belly, ran his fingers over the mound, and rutted his hips again, this time feeling it move under his own hand. Daryl was beside himself.
He placed his palm over the spot and pressed hard. He thrusted back and forth and heard a string of expletives sound beneath him as your eyes snapped open.
âFuck, Daryl,â you whined, âWhat is that?â
âCuntâs barely able to keep me in, Iâm pokinâ out yer belly.â Daryl wouldâve chuckled if he werenât so violently aroused.
You threw your head back on the pillow and moaned. This new, added pressure above your stomach somehow made things better for you, like a spot inside was getting just the kind of touching it needed. You squirmed against Daryl and felt him bottom out inside you.
The two of you were watching it now, forehead to foreheadâDarylâs fingers spread across your tummy and the heel of his palm digging deep in that mound, your bodies making wet, squelching sounds again and again, and your pussy, for the first time, swallowing him whole. Daryl quickened his pace to an almost vicious cadence and brought his free hand to cup your face.
He jerked your head even closer, fingers knotting tight in your hair, âSee this?â
You were barely able to nod as a knot of pleasure was just then starting to form in your stomach.
Daryl wasnât having it. You felt his nails dig a set of white, angry crescents in your neck as he pulled your hair even harder.
âBig girl words, darlinââ use âem.â
You yelped when he yanked your head up to meet his gaze and shook you with a particularly brutal thrust down below.
âI see it!â you shrilled.
Darylâs hand slipped from the back of your head and took your face in one pinchâalmost crushing both cheeks and squeezing your lips in a ridiculous pout to look up at him. Then he smiled, sweet as ever, and placed a light kiss on your mouth.
âAre you aâ a woman of yer word?â he asked.
His thrusts continued at breakneck speed. You whined.
âHuh?â
âKeep promises ya make?â
Daryl smiled even wider as he watched you come unraveled before his eyes. One hand placed on your stomach and the other still gripping your face, he made his merciless rounds and savored every last throb of your walls as he pounded you into the mattress. He knew those whines, could sense that that hold on his cock wasnât just for show. You were close, and dangerously so.
You could scarcely speak above the buzz in your ears but managed to answer in the affirmative.
âGood,â Daryl cooed in your ear, âItâs settled, then.â
If you werenât mere seconds from your release you wouldâve told him that you couldnât quite understand him with his head so far up his ass. The man was a Grade A prick when it came to telling riddles and senseless tales at the most inopportune times, but this one really took the cake.
Fortunately, Daryl proceeded without requesting any further input from you. He just pistoned his hips, pressed on your belly, and squeezed your cheeks even tighter as he continued on in a casual tone,
âGonna cum all over this cock?â
You moaned and said you would.
Your legs tightened around Darylâs waist as he groaned above you and slammed into you even harder.
âGonna be my good little girl?â he growled, dropping his hand from your face to rub circles on your clit.
You shrieked and swore you would.
Daryl continued to rut his hips and nudge you closer and closer to the cusp of your release, eyes never leaving you. With each ruthless thrust, you felt the knot inside you double in size and send tremors straight down through your thighs, and the only thing keeping you grounded in place, it seemed, was Daryl. He grinned.
Then he leaned even closer, forced your legs even wider, and fucked you faster than he ever had before,
âGonna be my good little wife one day?â
His words had barely registered before something inside you burst, and you went moaning, writhing, screaming on Darylâs cock as your orgasm tore through your body. More powerful than any feeling Darylâs tongue had wrought from you before, this was pure, primal ecstasy. You feared you might actually draw blood from his back with the slash of your fingernails down his skin.
Your body fell limp in the bed. You wouldâve liked nothing more than for Daryl to keeping moaning and pumping in your blissful, fucked-out state, but it seemed the man had plans of his own. To your surprise, he jolted out of you a moment later and seized his cock in one hand, wringing it out in the roughest, most slipshod fashion. Daryl let out a long, protracted moan and jerked himself over and over.
Ropes of a milky white fluid sprayed your stomach.
Your eyes widened at the sight, as did Darylâs. Though his grew not for want of understanding but rather realizing that thing heâd forgotten to tell you earlier.
Babies.
âShit,â he hissed, already lowering both hands to wipe the stuff off your belly.
You were frozen in place and eyeing the foreign goo like it was the most frightening thing in existence.
âW-What the fuck isââ you said, only to be cut short.
This time, both of you seized with horror as a knock sounded on your bedroom door. Daryl, actively caught cum-handed, had little more to do than dive under the covers while you flailed your limbs and tried to collect every last pillow around you.
Your duvet was thick. Pillows and plush toys aplenty. You could only hope Daryl would keep his long legs bent at the knee and his two feet from sticking out at the end of the bed. Your eyes darted to the door as it opened.
âHi, mom,â you chirped.
âHey, pumpkin.â
Your mother paced the few short steps into your room and toward your bed, a warm smile on her face.
âBoogeyman keepinâ you up?â she teased.
You reckoned you thought of Daryl a little more fondly than that, but your mom wasnât too far off-target.
âAll night,â you answered.
Your legs shuddered under the sheets as Daryl nudged your red and fucked-raw pussy with his nose. Clearly not amused.
Then, as your mom had long been accustomed to do, she reached out for your forehead and brushed your hair from your face. Planted a kiss at the top of your head.
âWell tell him to knock it off, because youâve got a big, big day tomorrow,â she said, crossing her arms as she stood off to the side of your bed.
French lessons from one of your fatherâs friends and supper club with the girls. Riveting stuff.
You opened your mouth to say something in reply, but your mother was evidently keen to continue,
âNow I know youâve got a lot on your plateââ
You stifled a whimper when the nose that Daryl had used to brush against your cunt was presently replaced by his tongue. Licking a calm, lazy strip up your slit as the rest of your momâs speech reached you in a garble.
Slyly, you lowered a hand to the head of hair that was occupying the space between your legs and yanked a clump of it. Silently begging Daryl to cut the bullshit games before both of you got caught.
Daryl would do no such thing. He continued to flick the tip of his tongue across your heat before closing his lips around your clit, sucking gently.
ââmissing for a day at least. Maybe evenââ
You swallowed and nodded your head, trying to shield your mother from the fact that you and your newly-popped cherry were getting the tonguebath of a lifetime under the covers. Daryl had somehow managed to bring a hand up to your heat and was currently pumping his middle and ring fingers in and out of your hole at a brutal speed.
It wasnât until your mom said one word in particular that either of you perked up and stopped what you were doing.
ââDixonââ your mom babbled on until you broke in,
âWho?â
âDaryl Dixon. Went MIA and his brotherâs worried sick. Found his crossbow in our backyard a little while ago, was just wondering if youâd seen him.â
Your stomach twisted. Darylâs fingers stalled inside you.
âNo maâam, I-I havenât,â you squeaked.
Daryl bit your thigh as if to say, âLiar.â
âAlrighty then, just checkinâ.â Your mom clasped her hands together and turned on her heels, âHe should turn up sooner or later. Get some sleep now, sweetheart.â
The door closing behind her was like music to your ears.
As soon as it shut, Daryl threw the duvet off and licked his lips in a smirk.
âYou fucker!â you bit.
âYou liar,â he sneered, climbing back on top of you quick. Careful to avoid the half-dried puddle of semen on your stomach.
âHey, you never told me what this wââ
âCum. Stuff Iâm gonna shoot in yer belly, not on it, when yer good ân ready to have my babies,â Daryl grinned.
Ready? For babies? Your mind was still reeling from the absurdity of your previous predicament, heart all but beating out your chest, and this man remained totally unperturbed. Talking about breeding, of all things.
âThere will be no babies had between us, Daryl,â you snapped, âThatâs a husband privilege, and like you said, Iâm not gettinâ hitched any time soon.â
The smile from Darylâs face didnât falter. He just leaned forward and gave you a look as if to say he knew better.
âThought yâsaid you were a woman of yer word,â Daryl seemed to taunt as he ran a hand up your calf.
You didnât bother to swat it away, just shot him a glare and muttered, âI am.â
âYou are?â
Daryl moved in, a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before you could say another word, you watched him hook one thumb in the ring that hung from his neck. Slid it back and forth across the chain and observed your eyes in wordless amusement as they followed its gentle path.
âYou saidââ Daryl started.
âDid not,â you returned.
ââand promised youâdââ
Your cheeks grew enflamed with a fierce, angry blush. There was no fucking way he wanted you toâ
âSave it for your husband,â Daryl said, still flashing that shit-eating smile as he brought the ring between his lips once more, âAnd you gave it to me.â
This was undoubtedly the most deranged marriage proposal youâd heard in your life.
You rolled your eyes and reached for your promise ring now pinched between his teeth, ready to yank it off the chain altogether, when another intrusion sent you scrambling for the sheets.
Your bedroom door opened for a second time that nightâthis time to reveal your mother and father at the threshold of your room, stepping in without a knock.
âHey pumpkin, Iââ
âShit.â
You ducked behind Daryl, and Daryl chucked the last droplets of cum off his hands in a flash.
You looked at him, he looked at you, and your parents stood terrified, staring at you both.
When Darylâs gaze flitted up, you saw his jaw slacken considerably as his eyes fell on your father for the first time. The next thing you knew, your ring was trembling out of his mouth, his whole face draining of color. He swallowed, almost seemed to choke on his spit as his throat tightened up, and suddenly he was speaking, stammering, quietly, pupils blown wide in pure horror:
âMr. Grimes, itâs not what it looks like.â
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I'm a middle aged father, I should have been a dentist or something
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(Quote above found on Tumblr! I unfortunately canât remember the username of the person.)
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NORMAN REEDUS LIKED MY FUCKING COMMENT?!
I CANT BELIEVE THIS MAN HE KNOWS I EXIST PARTLY?! WHAT THE FUCK
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This has to be by far one of the funniest pictures Iâve seen of him
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The Sinful, The Guilty
incubus!daryl x fem!reader
monster fucking, size difference, stomach bulge, happy halloween!
summary: you get more than you bargained for when stumbling across a spooky basement in a seemingly abandoned cabin. 2.3k
It's an unnecessarily humid day, and although you had planned on covering lots of ground, you can't muster the willpower to bother. Now you're deep in the woods, trying to improve your mediocre hunting skills. You can't even remember the last time you ate fresh meat. But you're also already exhausted. It's too hot, the bugs are relentless, and it seems like a storm is brewing, so you decide to only walk as much as you can handle while searching for shelter.
Cabins this far out were few and far between, but as one appears through the trees after hours of walking, you decide maybe things aren't so bad after all. The interior is dusty and musty, but it's a better shelter than you've had ages. And you can't exactly afford to be picky. A small cot sits in one corner across from a cold fireplace. Lucky, after all.
You spend the next few minutes getting settled, spreading your belongings around, already taking advantage of having such a secluded, safe feeling place to call home for a bit. That's when you suddenly trip over something protruding from under the frayed rug. Which fucking hurts. You start rolling over the worn material, ready to give whatever inanimate object a piece of your damn mind, only to stare wide eyes once you expose a boarded up trapdoor. Immediately, it has you feeling somewhat queasy.
It takes an hour, your knife, and more energy than you'd like to admit to finally pry all the boards off. You hesitate, for the first time despite all the work it took, as an eerie feeling washes over you. This is creepily suspicious; maybe you should mind your own business. In fact, being inside the cabin at all suddenly feels⌠off. You sit back on your heels, biting your lip anxiously as you stare down at the latch. Just as the idea of leaving grows appealing, light rain starts echoing against the wood roof. Fuck. Okay, well⌠Guess you're stuck here, and you're absolutely not sleeping without knowing what's hiding underneath. With growing hesitation, you unclip the latch and open the trapdoor.
After dropping from the ladder, you shine your torch over the dark room. It's damp and stagnant inside, and mostly empty except for what appears to be a shrine on the opposite wall. Your gaze sweeps over various items, herbs, bottles, and books before noticing the faded pentacle drawn in chalk. Unintelligible symbols are written around the outside. Some freaky religious shrine wasn't exactly what you expected, although you suppose it's better than a rotting corpse.
You reach over to pick up a weathered book resting over the star, a small, broken cross resting underneath clinks at the movement. The text in the book is in another language you don't understand, seemingly different from the markings on the floor. Despite the initial creepiness, there's something oddly sad about it all. You can't help but wonder what occurred hereâwas this done after the world fell? An attempt at seeking answers or protection? You place the book down with a heavy sigh and a heavy heart.
The storm has picked up by the time you ascend the ladder. Dark clouds blanket the woods around you. You gaze around the cabin, something in the stale air feels like it's changed, like time has stopped. It's probably just paranoia, but you can't shake the feeling. The rain pours down harder, as if it's trying to soothe you, and you close the trapdoor with a thud.
No, something is definitely wrong. Your eyes flick around the dark cabin, a shiver creeping up your spine. You force it back down, but the feeling of someone watching you remains. The deep shadows of the room have you patting around for your flashlight, but it's not where you left it.
You practically jump out of your skin as lightning cracks overhead, briefly illuminating the tall, winged figure standing in the corner.
What the fuck.
You freeze momentarily before scrambling for your dagger, a habit the apocalypse built into you, only to remember you left it in your damn bag. The glowing outline of whoeverâwhateverâstains your vision, only disorienting you more.
You lunge for where you think you tossed your bag earlier, desperate for the comforting weight of your blade, but creature must realise what you're doing. A strong grip yanks you back by the ankle, dragging you along the rough floor until it has you pinned underneath its broad body. Pure terror rakes your body, your eyes wide and frantic. It's too dark to see any features on the dark mass above.
âI ain't gonna hurt ya.â The deep voice comes as another surprise, but you're not exacly reassured by it. You aren't sure how long you lay there, panting, until its hold on you eventually loosens. The moment it does, you crawl back until you hit the wall. Your flashlight bumps against your foot, and you snatch it up, quickly shining it towards the creature.
He's⌠surprisingly human-looking, aside from the horns poking through his hair, black wings stretching behind him, and the long, thin tail. He flinches at the bright light, still slouched on the floor. Then you notice something else, the fact he's completely naked. Breathing suddenly feels difficult again as you have to force your eyes to stay above his waistline because Jesus Christ...
âWhat are you?â There's a noticeable shake in your voice as you ask. The winged man just looks a little irritated, and if you're purposely bothering him with stupid questions.
âStop pointing that thing at me,â he ignores your inquiry as he squints.
âNot until you tell me.â You can't help feeling proud about not letting your voice shake this time. Although he hasn't hurt you yet, you still feel on edge.
He just scoffs like you're an idiot. âAn incubus, darlinâ. You brought me here, remember?â A what? You what?
Your eyes scan over him again, inspecting his inhuman aspects as if trying to confirm. Did you hit your head? Wait, obviously this has something to do with that creepy shrine. There was likely a reason it was boarded up; seems like you found it. Your eyes fall lower, not even really processing where you're looking until you notice him smirking in your peripheral. A blush crawls onto your cheeks; that was not your intention, regardless of whatever this demon guy thinks. âStop.â
âI ain't done anythinâ.â He looks so smug at your unease, your gut coils at the sightâwith anxiety, but maybe something else, too.
âYou're looking at me like you wanna eat me,â his smirk widening makes you regret ever opening your mouth, âwhat do you even want?â
âWhat do I want? You summoned me here.â
âI don't know anything about that, okay?â It's getting increasingly more difficult to keep your eye level appropriate. With the initial fear simmering, you can actually take in how attractive he isâwhich maybe is a given considering he's a literal sex demon.
âWell that's obvious, haven't had a human pass through in a while. I'm pretty hungry.â You can see the truth to his claim, something sinister swirling within his irises. He chuckles as you get lost in them for a second.
âI don't... I'm notâŚâ You don't even know what to do or say next, torn between the urge to flee and being frozen in place. For now you focus on getting to your feet. âOkay. Shit, fuck, okay⌠Do you have a name?â
The incubus raises an eyebrow but nods, âDaryl.â Less biblical than you were expecting, but you return his nod. You attempt to reassure yourself; this situation didn't have to be weird or dangerous. But once you close your eyes to take a deep breath, Daryl is nowhere to be seen once you reopen them. Your heart drops into your stomach again as you stumble forward a few steps. Were you actually hallucinating? Maybe you really fell down the ladder and received a nasty head wound. Right as you place the flashlight hesitantly on the table, an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back into a broad, muscular chest. Your breath hitches, and you tense as one of Daryl's hands firmly grips your chin.
You don't even realise you're whimpering quietly in fear until he shushes you. One of his fingers slides between your lips to rest against your tongue. âFuck⌠I'm so hungry,â his voice is a raspy whisper against your ear. âCan ya be a good little girl for me?â Despite your unease, you feel yourself throb at the words. Not that you're to blame. He is an incubus, after all. Nothing wrong with giving in, you tell yourself.
The feeling of his cock pressing against your back makes you bite down slightly on his finger. This was kinda fucked up, if you thought about it for too long. But you were already tempted to throw caution to the wind. Maybe it's curiosity, frustration after being pent up for so long, or maybe he's got some crazy demon powers. Did you even care? His finger presses more firmly against your tongue as his free hand trails upwards, tugging and tearing at your top until he exposes your chest. His tail curls around your thigh, trapping you close. The way his thumb rubs and pinches at your nipples makes you squirm instinctively as his hips grind against yours. He continues until you're aching, desperate for any amount of friction, your knuckles turning white with how hard you're clutching the table in front of you.
Eventually, he removes his finger from your mouth, stepping back only long enough to yank your pants down. He drags the moistened finger over your clit, chuckling gruffly as you buck up against his hand. A strangled gasp escapes your mouth. âYeah, baby girl, ya like that?â He presses himself against your back again, this time sliding his dick between your squeezed, wet thighs. His length presses hotly against your cunt, and you can practically feel him throbbing against you.
You feel any remaining hesitance crumble, giving way to complete desperation as Daryl fucks your thighs. He's massive, bigger than any human you'd seen. Right as you feel your orgasm building, he pulls away again to drag you towards the small cot in the corner. You nearly trip trying to kick off your pants completely on the way. The incubus practically throws you onto the bed, immediately climbing over you to capture your lips in a messy, heated kiss.
His taste is enchanting, distracting you until you feel the head of his dick push into your entrance. You reluctantly pull away with a whine at the stretch. âW-Wai..t,â but he doesn't stop, only pushing in further as he holds your chin. âI got ya, baby girl.â Your head falls back as he thrusts deeper, pulling drawn out moans from your lips. He grabs your wrist, guiding your hand to your stomach. Your confusion dissipates to disbelief as you feel the outline of his length press against your palm with each thrust. You're surprised you don't come right then and there. âH-Holy shit,â you barely manage to pant out.
âTakinâ it so well, it's like ya made for me,â the incubus grunts out. He buries his head into your neck, his fangs dragging shyly across your sensitive skin, as if he's holding back from hurting you. His grip on your hips is firm, dragging you down in time with his thrusts as they grow rougher. Your own hands slide up his body, exploring his strong chest and large biceps. His horns intrigue you, curiously wrapping your hands around them like they're handles. Daryl grunts in pleasure, pushing against you even more. He holds you down, fucking you hard until you're squeezing around him and coming with a yell. A deep, satisfied sigh leaves your lips as he pulls away. Your body already feels weak from the effort.
Before you can relax fully, a hot wetness slides up your folds. âDaryl!â Your voice quivers with sensitivity. You struggle to sit up on your elbows to look where his head is buried between your thighs. His tongue is precise, lapping up your juices and circling around your clit with practised perfection. It seems he's larger than a human in every aspect. He presses kisses up your stomach to your chest, long tongue sliding over your nipple before reaching your mouth. âYa taste so good,â he whispers against your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers roaming over his wide shoulders as he kisses you.
His strong arms flip you over without warning, pressing your face into the pillow as he shoves back inside you with a grunt. The cot shakes with force as he ruts against you, his chest pressing against your back. You feel caged, completely at this monster's mercy, and it's the hottest thing you've ever experienced. His wings fall around you like some kind of dark waterfall, and his tail snakes up to press against your clit. And fuck, if it isn't the most intense pleasure you've felt in your lifeâit's overwhelming. Daryl angles deeper, harder, and your mind completely blanks. His fingers slide into your mouth again, holding your jaw open as he fucks with animalistic thrusts. You come so hard the room spins.
Then you jolt awake, not even remembering falling asleep. The cabin is empty, void of any sign of the incubus. Your eyes scan the room as you struggle to sit up. Every inch of your body aches. An acute tiredness spreading through your limbs. As you glance down at your nakedness, at least you can be sure what happened wasn't your imagination.
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Daryl Dixon x F!Reader Smut: Three-hour Drive in Two
Warnings/Mentions:Â Smut, cursing, overstimulation,
Summary: You call Daryl over the radio and tell him you're tired of the games, and want to finally have sex. Daryl drops everything he's doing to get to you.Â
Notes: The idea of Daryl wanting to have sex with someone so badly that he literally just gets on his bike and rides hours to do it????? It's just so hot????
There was the sound of creaking, shuffling, paper or boxes. You're breathing louder, and closer to the mic, he could almost feel your warm breath tickling his ear if he closed his eyes.Â
âI wanna talk to you.â A soft and breathy tone, it sent a freezing chill down his spine. He knew what that sound meant.Â
He raised his eyes from his fingers in his lap, glancing around the room. No one was paying him any attention. Maggie still looking out the window, Glenn still upstairs, and Michonne digging around in the kitchen.
âYeah?â He responded, his voice coming out much lower than he intended.Â
âYeah.â You sighed, and he could hear the same creaking sound. You were in a chair, moving around, restless, he could hear that now. âAs hot as this is, what we've been doingâŚâÂ
You and Daryl had been playing this game for a few months.Â
It started with caught glances, red cheeks, and then all of a sudden you were showing off for each other. Subtle, but obvious to anyone who'd caught sight of it.Â
You would be walking around Alexandria in those Bobbie Brooks shorts you and Daryl loved. Daryl started dressing nicer, swapping those long sleeved shirts for his older cutoff button ups, his biceps as eye-catching as a big red circle, a handful of arrows lit up with little gold neon lights, blinking and flickering âhey, look at me, all for you, look, pleaseâ.Â
Then came the flirting. Daryl was absolutely awful at it. You seemed like a professional compared to him, with your bedroom eyes and lip biting, that sweet sly grin you'd have after teasing him.Â
Daryl started with what made him hard when he'd catch you'd do it, which was staring shamelessly. He'd go out of his way to check out your ass when you'd walk in the other direction and give a simple smile when you'd look over your shoulder and catch him.Â
You always looked to see if he looked, and he always did.Â
âDaryl?âÂ
He cleared his throat, blinking away the memory of your ass in those sinful jean shorts. He turned down the volume on his radio and raised it closer to his face. âHmm. Mâhere.â
âHow fast do you think you can get back?âÂ
The question and what it alluded to had his dick twitching in his jeans. âThree hours.â He answered immediately, avoiding the curious look Maggie gave him from across the room.
âThink anyone's on this channel?â The sound of you humming was accompanied by footsteps, boots against the hardwood floor of your house.Â
âShouldn't be.â He muttered, picking up his gun and bag and making his way to the front door.Â
âEverything okay?â Maggie asked, watching Daryl as she kept a lookout through the downstairs windows. They were on a supply run, going further out than usual, most places near Alexandria had been wiped clean.Â
âYeah. S'fine. Got somethinâ to take care of. How much longer y'all gonna be?â Daryl slipped his shoulder through the strap on his crossbow, his radio still clutched tightly in his other hand.
âGonna check a few other houses down this road, then the factory.â Maggie nodded. âWe'll be back before sunset.â
Daryl offered a returned nod, unable to meet her eyes, the excitement of knowing he was about to have his dick in you making him jumpy.Â
He thought he was gonna have to be the one to ask, you'd always seemed so composed and patient, content with blue balling him and leaving your panties in his room.Â
âBe safe.â She called out after him as he walked down the concrete pathway, and he raised a hand in acknowledgment.
âYou still there?â Even though he turned down the volume he could still hear you over the sound of his heavy boots over the concrete, and he raised his radio back to his face.Â
âYeah. Mâon my way.â He couldn't remember a time he'd felt so excited about something. No fear, no anxiety, no dread, just heart hammering anticipation.Â
His mouth watered as he fished out the keys to his bike from his pocket.Â
âDon't get a speeding ticket.âÂ
Daryl chuckled, and got on his bike.Â
If cops were still a thing, he'd get a lot more than a ticket for the way he drove back home. He and the others took three hours to get to that town from Alexandria, and he made it back there in two. He hadn't had a ride like that since he was young, maybe back at the Greene farm or in Atlanta. He drove like he had a helmet, hell, like he had a full suit of armor, and gas was readily available at any of the gas stations he passed by.Â
You were standing in your closest when he finally tried to reach you. Standing completely still, biting your bottom lip to keep from giggling.Â
âWhere?â You had to turn down the volume to keep from being found.Â
âYou gotta find me.â You breathed, your cheeks aching from the smile on your face. He'd come through your room twice already, the second time confused, and now he was no doubt checking his room.Â
âGotta find you?â He repeated, the image of his bewildered face was easy to imagine.Â
âMhm. See if you can find me before I come.â You whispered, your smile fading the lower your hand slipped down the front of your shorts.Â
âOh, shit.â You mumbled. Your fingertips grazed against your clit, finding that you were already soaking. You hadn't touched yourself before then, but it felt like you'd been going at it for hours.Â
Daryl's muffled grunt came through the radio, either annoyance or something else. Maybe hearing you make those noises was enough to get him hard. You didn't know he'd been hard off and on since he got on his bike.Â
âI don't, I don't think you've got a lot of time-â
Heavy boots sounded coming up the stairs again, quicker than your racing heartbeat. The sound sent a bolt of excitement through your chest, knowing he was ready to start flipping over tables just to find you, just to touch you.Â
âWarmer.â You stifled your moan, moving your fingers quicker against your clit. He paused for a second, you could hear him at the end of the hall. He walked into Michonne's bedroom and you had to fight away the laugh that threatened to give you away.Â
âCold.â
His footsteps echoed down the hall as he came back to your room once again. You held your breath and slowed your movements, watching through the cracks in the closet door.Â
God, the sight of him standing in your doorway looking for you was enough to come to. He looked so⌠dedicated, fueled by the motivation to get you in his hands and make you regret teasing him like that.
âHot.â Your voice was barely a whisper as you watched, your wide eyes illuminated by the daylight through the lines in the door. He walked into your room, looking under the bed, getting on his knees.Â
He stood, flicking his head to get the hair from his face.Â
He flipped the comforter of your bed and it almost made you giggle that he thought you could somehow be hiding under it.Â
Your heart stopped when he turned his head to look at the closet door. The only other place you could be.
His boots sounded like they were weighed down with bricks as he approached the door, each step sending your heart racing faster and faster. You pulled your hands from your shorts and unbuttoned them, the sound making him let out the scoff of a man very pleased with himself.Â
You turned off the radio as he slid the doors open, greeting you with a lopsided grin.
âI win.â His proclamation was almost innocent, proud of himself and eager to make his accomplishment known.Â
âYeah.â Your fingers worked to unbuckle his belt as you grinned up at him. âWhat happened to three hours?â
âLight traffic.âÂ
You laughed as he went back to shut and lock your door, turning on your speaker in the process. He didn't want to risk anyone hearing the sounds he intended on dragging out of you, and ruining the moment. It was a sweet gesture.Â
He was back in front of you in a few short seconds to continue the game of undressing each other, something that could've been done quicker if you just did it to yourselves. That would be a lot less fun.Â
His hands on your face caught you off guard. Gentle fingertips graced your lips, the scent of hand soap filling your nose, and you smiled. He'd washed his fucking hands.Â
âGod.â You shook your head in disbelief, unzipping his pants as you slowly walked him backwards to your bed. âYou're something else.â
He snorted, slipping his thumb between your lips. âYeah?â
âMhm. You washed your hands.âÂ
âCourse I did.âÂ
He sat down on the bottom of your bed, his hands moving from your face to slide down your sides, resting at your hips. âBeen wantinâ to feel you inside. Ain't gonna do that with dirt and blood on my fingers.â
You closed your eyes and sighed, from his words and the feel of said hands tugging your shorts down your thighs. âSomethinâ else.â You repeated.Â
Although Daryl looked absolutely breathtaking covered in blood, you were grateful he'd been so thoughtful. UTIs in the apocalypse were no joke.Â
You worked on the buttons of your shirt as he pushed his pants down, and you'd be lying if the sight of him pulling his cock out didn't make you swoon.
His hands were clean, but he still looked like he'd been through hell and back. He was sweaty, his biceps gleaming, the crevices of his muscles made darker from the dirt and whatever else he'd been rolling in out there. His hair messy and ruffled from driving god knows how fast on that motorcycle.Â
The feeling of his hot breath on your bare stomach had you sniffing in surprise. You opened your eyes and looked down, letting out a soft whimper at the sight of the top of his head. He planted a kiss between your ribs, keeping his hands on your sides to keep you steady as he worked his way down your stomach, every other kiss his tongue would slip out of his lips and trace deep circles in your skin.Â
You watched him bury his face in the front of your panties, nuzzling his nose against the fabric before breathing in like he was smelling flowers. You couldn't help but grin at the comparison, your fingers now in his hair and brushing the tangles out.Â
âSmell-â he muttered through kisses to the fabric, â-so good.â He kissed up to the waistband, moving from the front to the side where your hip bones sat. He opened his mouth and bit down, his teeth grinding your skin between them, causing you to let out a rather loud whine of surprise.Â
âC'mere.â He didn't wait for you to respond or even acknowledge him before grabbing hold of your ass in his hands, lifting you and bringing you into his lap.Â
Being manhandled like that was another thing that drove you crazy. You whimpered and shifted in his lap, sucking in a sharp breath when you felt his heavy cock brushing against the crotch of your panties.Â
He groaned, the sound muffled from the way he grits his teeth. He must've been caught off guard by how embarrassingly wet you were, he could feel all of it against his bare dick. Warm and wet, fabric catching and grinding on his length, he had to focus on his breathing to avoid coming right there and then.Â
âHere.â He muttered, his fingers looping in the sides of your panties and urging you to maneuver your legs so he could pull them off of you. Once he did he shuddered, the breath vibrating in his chest.Â
The sight of you, wet and on partial display, sitting right on his dick, it could've killed him. He pulled himself together and moved his hands between your thighs, wasting no time in touching you like he'd dreamed of for months.Â
âHmm.â He grunted, his jaw visibly flexing from how hard he was clenching down.Â
You could barely keep your eyes open. It was a lot. He moved his fingers the same way they felt, rough and forceful. He tried to be smart, circling your clit, lightly pinching it, but he lost his patience fairly quickly and began moving all four of his fingers in flat circles over your entire pussy.Â
âMmmm, god.â You shuddered, grabbing onto his shoulders which felt massive under your hands. He was being sloppy and impatient, but god it felt amazing. He was enjoying touching you like this almost as much as you were receiving it.Â
He looked up at you and you lost it. Seeing those eyes on your face had you gasping, trembling, your thighs trying to close around his hand but his waist prevented it. You forced yourself to look at him, your eyes flickering from his eyes, wide and attentive, doing the same thing yours were, to his parted lips. His fingers were relentless on your slippery cunt, growing more rough and fast, sliding over your clit and quickly overstimulating you.Â
You tried to crawl off of him and get away from his hands, but he kept you in place with his free hand and dipped a slick finger inside you.Â
âNn-â you gasped, your hips jerking in his lap. He held you tight against him, his finger too thick and too hot, it was too much, you tossed your head back and whined like you'd been stabbed.Â
âFuck.â Daryl whispered, his eyes still on your face, filled with awe at the sight in front of him. His dick twitched under you and his hand, precum oozing from the slit in his tip. Your cheeks looked like you'd been slapped, red and hot, and tears beaded at the corners of your wet eyes, which couldn't decide if they wanted to stay closed or look back at him in something akin to horror.Â
He curled his finger, a simple experiment, and the way your hips ground down against him led him to continue, his middle finger digging deeper and deeper inside you, curling and twisting until you actually begged him to stop. His thumb rubbing quick and deep circles against your clit was more intense than anything you could ever dream of doing to yourself.
âStop, sâtoo much.â You slurred, pushing on his shoulders.Â
âAlright, alright, shh.â He cooed, drawing his fingers from between your legs and wiping them against your trembling lips.
âGonna,â you shivered against his chest, fighting to catch your breath. âGonna show you what that's like.âÂ
He grinned and nodded.Â
Once you gave him the nod to continue, he grabbed onto your waist and laid you down on your back. The cool air felt amazing against your throbbing cunt, but that relief was soon replaced by Daryl's hot mouth.Â
âOh, god, Daryl, wait.â You laughed, a mix of nervousness and excitement. If he was as sloppy and eager as he was with his fingers then you'd be in for the filthiest oral of your life.Â
âShh, c'mon.â He breathed, his breath tickling your clit. âLemme taste.â His eyes flicked up to you and chills ran down your entire body. âJus' a taste.â
You breathed, looking down at him over your torso. The image of him between your thighs had a tired smile spreading on your lips and you nodded, earning a wicked grin from Daryl. He was a whore for winning, that was for sure.
He lowered his mouth back on you, keeping his eyes on your face as he tried different movements. His gaze had you fucking stunlocked. You couldn't look away, couldn't close your eyes or move from your position, propped up on your elbows, watching him watch you.Â
You were right, he was just as primal as he was with his fingers. He licked you like you were the inside of a chip bag, digging his tongue into every crevice and fold, determined on making you cum on his lips.
He was doing a damn good job at it.Â
You groaned and took in a trembling breath. Your eyelids grew heavy and it became hard to watch him.Â
âOh my god.â You wailed weakly. Your thighs started twitching, bumping against the sides of his head. You tried to sit still, but your orgasm came and your hips took on a life of their own, bucking and grinding up against his fervid mouth.Â
He grunted, grinding his own hips into the mattress. He panted as he watched you cum, having lost his breath giving you the best head of your fucking life.Â
âLike the way you do that.â He crawled up your body, leaving wet kisses up your torso, giving special attention to the nipples he neglected earlier. âNever seen somethin' like that bâfore.âÂ
You moaned in response, grabbing his hair. Your heart was breaking a goddamn record, it had to be, it never raced like this even when running from walkers in the woods.Â
He took a nipple between his teeth, rolling and biting the same way he bit your hip. You whimpered and gasped, trying to regain your bearings, but he made it so, so hard. Especially when he tortured your nipples like he was trying to pierce them with his teeth.Â
âNever thought you'd be soâŚâ You were cut off with a yelp when your other nipple was pinched, making you suddenly extremely grateful that he didn't pinch your clit like that.Â
âWhat?â He muttered, his teeth still clamped around your nipple, and rolled his hips against you. His bare dick pushed through your folds, quickly becoming soaked.Â
You groaned, low and deep.Â
âAggressive.â You finished.Â
âWanâ me to stop?â He pulled his mouth off of you momentarily, now looking down at your poor messy face. It made him feel proud, knowing he was the reason you looked like such a mess. Hair already wild and frazzled, eyes still wet and cheeks even darker in color.Â
âI can be gentle.â He drawled with a sick grin, and ground his pelvis into you again.Â
Another groan dragged through your raw throat. âNnn, no.âÂ
He snorted, and snaked his hand down between your bodies.Â
You drew in a deep breath. You felt the tip of him drag through your folds again, just as much of a tease as his voice, up to your raw clit and your aching hole.Â
Now Daryl was the one shuddering against you. You could hear his teeth grinding together as he lined himself up with you, his shoulders heaving above you, and finally, he pushed in.Â
He was too rushed and too forceful, so his head just slipped back up your folds and drove against your clit. You whimpered at the sharp tingles, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth to muffle the noises.
Daryl muttered a curse and lined himself up again, learning from his mistake, and pushed in slower.Â
Your body trembled. Your back arched, your jaw dropped, and your eyes rolled back into your head. It was indescribable. He was so thick and you were so sensitive, one would think all the foreplay would've made it easy for him to slip inside, but your walls pushed against him in desperate protest. You tried to relax but it was all so much, your cunt was spent and fought against you and his dick.
He won, again, and bottomed out in the first thrust.Â
The sounds that left both of your mouths were ten times better than any song your stereo could play. Daryl choked on a gasp, the sweet sound melting into your name.Â
You could've sobbed. You almost did, your moan bubbling against your lips, low and whiny.Â
Again your name was whimpered, and you responded with a strangled whimper of your own, your fists curled around his leather vest with all the strength left in your hands.Â
You could tell he was trying his best to treat you right after the torture he put you through, dragging his dick out slow and gentle, but each time he pushed back into you his exhale came out ragged and raw.Â
It was funny, how you were begging him to ease up on you earlier but now you were about to beg him to fuck you until you couldn't breathe. You supposed that's what your body wanted the entire time, his mouth and fingers were amazing, but your greedy walls wanted his cock more than anything.Â
âMore, Daryl, please-âÂ
You barely got the words out before he was obliging, snapping his hips forward like he'd been waiting for your permission. The blunt force of the thrust knocked a crude moan from you.Â
You got what you wanted, he started fucking you until you literally couldn't breathe. His chest had fallen against yours, and his arms slipped under your back to hold you tight against him.Â
He buried his face in your neck, his teeth and lips making the skin there wet and red. It was incredibly hot how much he enjoyed biting, it was so animalistic and primal, something he didn't think too deeply into before doing it. It wasn't that he wanted to mark you, claim you, he just wanted to bite, bite, and bite.Â
The way your moans changed to sobs of ecstasy sent a jolt of pleasure through his dick. With a deep growl, he pulled your hips up hard, pelvis rolling down to meet you with a swift and forceful motion, sending a surge of pleasure through your walls and lower stomach.Â
You moaned something, a mix of about seven different words, your core fluttering and flipping each time he rammed his hips into you, forcing his dick as deep as possible.Â
He clamped his teeth around the skin where neck meets shoulder, another way to keep you in place, as if his arms and legs weren't doing a good enough job. He'd twisted his legs around your ankles, something you couldn't picture or comprehend, but your feet were rendered immobile by his thighs and it was sexy enough for you not to question it.Â
âFuck!â He growled, slamming his pelvis into you hard, knocking the breath from your lungs.Â
âGod oh, hnn-Daryl!â You whimpered with your eyes squeezed shut. He was hammering into you like you were paying a goddamn debt, knocking your headboard into the wall so hard you were sure Carol or Rick would burst in with their guns drawn, thinking a walker had you fighting for your life.Â
âShit.â He choked, and came without any further warning, his hands moving from your back to grip your hips and yank you up on his cock. You cried out, wriggling your feet free from his legs to twist around his waist.Â
He blurted your name into your neck, gasping and panting. He rolled his hips with quick and frantic movements, fucking his cum deep inside you. He ground down into you until his body shook, and then his muscles relaxed.Â
âTurn over.â You breathed, and he did.Â
He was expecting you to climb off, maybe fall down beside him and share the mutual blissful exhaustion.Â
You kept his softening dick inside you as you settled on top of him, managing a weak smirk when you saw the sleepy confusion on his face.
Your hips rolled, and he whimpered.
You savored the way confusion bled to regret, his eyebrows relaxing and his lips parting.Â
His hands grabbed onto your hips, wanting to hold you in place and prevent your walls from dragging up his sensitive dick, but he knew he deserved it. You told him you'd show him what it was like.Â
âHow's it feel, hmm.â You moved your hips back and forth in his lap, biting your lip at the many stages of guilt and pleasure that went through his sweaty face.Â
He couldn't speak, so he just settled on a nod, his eyes falling closed as his throat bobbed with a dry swallow.Â
You went on for another minute before you physically couldn't anymore. You gave one last roll of your hips, making sure to clench down on him, and lifted up until his dick was dragged out of you.Â
âGoddamn.â He mumbled.Â
It felt amazing to be empty and bare, it was enough to make you moan, your body falling to the side to lay next to him. The silence was welcome.
"Daryl?" You breathed, using the back of your hand to push your hair from your face.
"Hm?" The sound was gravelly and sleepy, he was clearly only seconds away from sleep.
"You ever drive like that again and I'll tell Carol."
"Not my fault ya' decided ya' wanted to fuck me now."
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normalize wanting to hold men like babies and kiss their foreheads <3
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âHave I ever told you that I find you smoking really hot?â
That caught Daryl off guard. He blew the smoke out of his lungs in a slow and smooth motion and cocked his head over to you, brows furrowed. âWhy? Not a very healthy thing to find hot.â
âOh I know.â You snickered. âIt's just⌠the way you hold the cigarette in between your fingers. The way your lips purse. The way you inhale so smoothly without even a cough afterwards. It's mesmerizing, if I'm being honest.â
Daryl rolled his eyes at that comment, looking forward again. âGuess that's why yer always eyeinâ me while I'm on mah smoke breaks.â
âI'm always eyeing you!â You quickly corrected.
Daryl then took another long drag of his cigarette, but instead of blowing it forward, he turned his head and blew the cloud of smoke directly in your face.
Your brain faltered, almost as if your thoughts were lost in the cloud of smoke that now surrounded your head. You gazed back at Daryl, pupils wide with adoration. You didn't even care that Daryl was now chuckling as a result of your reaction.
âCan you⌠can you do that again?â You sheepishly asked.
He chuckled again, amused that this was getting such a jarring reaction out of you. He smirked, almost deviously. âI can do somethinâ even better.â
He took yet another drag, but looking at you directly in the eyes this time. It was purposefully as slow as he could make it, building the tension to its peak. After he was finally done breathing in, his hand suddenly grasped your chin. He pulled you into a slow and sensual kiss, while simultaneously blowing the smoke into your open mouth. The warmth from Daryl's mouth combined with the smoke that you were unconsciously breathing in was driving you up the wall, and Daryl could tell.
Daryl pulled away first, leaving your eyes closed for a second. When you opened them, you were met with a sneer plastered on his face, his eyes half-lidded and slightly looking down on you. You, on the other hand, were frazzled. After your mouth being agape for a couple seconds, you burrowed your face in the archer's chest, not being able to look him in the eyes.
Daryl's deep chuckle rumbled throughout his chest. âYa liked thaâ, sweetheart?â
You vigorously nodded against his bicep, and he brought his hand up to the back of your head to pet your hair.
ââKay. I'll remember thaâ.â
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just read @blairespandora smoking daryl post and got inspired (he's SO HOT when he smokes)
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Sculpted Hearts
kinktober #9: degradation
nsfw, professor!daryl x fem!reader
You can't recall when it first started. Or even what the start was. But things with your professor, Daryl, snowballed into something neither of you could resist. It should've felt wrong, letting him bend you over his desk in a classroom that just previously held your classmates, but it didn't. It was exhilarating. Daryl traces his hand up your arm, breaking you from your thoughts.
âDid ya really think you'd get away with teasing me?â His eyes dragging over your miniskirt incites a smirk from you. You had, in fact, worn it for him. He scoffs at your smug expression. Rough hands forcibly grab your ass while he leans down to kiss your neck.
âMy pretty little slut,â his hot breath sends chills against your soft skin. He hooks a finger around your panties, tugging them down without warning. Your needy whine fills the room as he rubs through your folds before shoving two thick fingers inside you. âYou like everyone checking you out, huh? That why ya dressed like a whore?â He slaps the inside of your thigh when you don't answer immediately.
âNo. Just for you.â Your voice wavers with pleasure, his fingers curling inside at the same time his thumb circles your clit. Surprisingly, he doesn't seem to care about how much you're squirming. You try not to make an embarrassingly pathetic sound as his hand pulls away from you, but seeing him unbuckling his belt distracts you well enough. The fast thumping of your heart echoes in your ears.
âThat so? Wish they could see ya now, writhin' like a bitch in heat. Then they'd know you're all mine. Made for my cock, ain't thaâ right?â He doesn't let you answer, instead yanking your lower jaw down to spit into your mouth. It's so sexy it has you seeing stars.
The head of his dick pushes past your entrance before you even realise, too busy still processing his earlier actions. Daryl can't resist snapping his hips forward, the sharp thrust pulling a loud moan from you. Your back arches off the desk, feeling so full it's almost overwhelming. âF-Fuck!â
âSo tight, my perfect lil whore. Only good for taking cock...â His palms run up your waist and chest to tease your sensitive nipples, his airy grunts mixing with your high gasps.
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