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Daryl sliding his dick in you at night while you're asleep because you look cute and adorable while sleeping and that got him hard 🥰🎀

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𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒕 2 ᯓ★

When Daryl found out you were a virgin he couldn’t get the thought of being the first one to stretch your perfect pussy open.

When he’s alone, he’ll reach down his pants and stroke himself, wondering if you ever played with yourself. His cock twitches at the thought of you moaning out his name. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking this way about you, but he can’t help himself. 

Whenever you bend down to pick something up or accidentally bump into him, it sets a flame inside him. All he can wonder is if you're as warm as he imagines. 

You call it an early night and go into your house in Alexandria. Daryl's eyes follow you as you shut the front door behind you. Thinking to himself that this might be his chance to have alone time with you, he follows you shortly after. He finds you with your legs spread across the bed, desperately trying to finger yourself with little success. His cock stretches against the fabric of his pants-watching your hips rock into your hands. 

When he finally gets you alone, it's so obvious you're nervous. Unable to hold eye contact with the man who's holding your thighs apart. Daryl whispers, “Relax, it’s gonna feel good, promise.” 

A loud whine escapes your lips as you feel him push his cock inside you, your skin making room for him for the first time. Taking all of him in, your body twitches with all types of new feelings. Tears are pooling in your eyes from the pain, yet you want him to keep going.

Once he gets a taste of you, his self-control goes out the window. He locks you into a mean mating press, holding your arms down as he pounds into your tight pussy. His eyes lock with yours, dire grunts and curses leaving his lips like he was being deprived of you-and he’s finally getting his fix.

When he’s close he makes you sit up and shoves his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Fucking your skull until he unloads himself. Leaving you with no choice but to swallow.

Before he goes down on you, he vowed, “Let’s find out what you like together.” Before his tongue violently attacks your clit. Your hips buckle towards him-while your chest arches towards the ceiling. Blurting out sharp moans, your mind in protest-but your body longs for this feeling. 

When he comes back up for air, your juices dripping down his face. Daryl’s lips crash into yours-forcing you to taste yourself. His hands tangled in your hair, your skin flushed. His tongue danced with yours as your hands dug into his back. 

Daryl has you in his lap-three fingers deep inside you. His free hand groping your breast. You throw your head back on his shoulder, the sound of your body clenching around him. The only thing filling your ears is Daryl telling you how much he loves how needy you are for him.

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𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏

𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒏 𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⭑.ᐟ

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𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒏 𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⭑.ᐟ

Reiner is completely pathetic for you—a whimpering mess, begging for just a taste. 

You know how long he could hold out for you, and you like to drive him there every time. Slowly grinding your pussy against his cock. Your juices dripping down on him and his chest. His veins pulsing every time you drag yourself back up against him. You told him he can’t touch you just yet. His hands ripping into the covers beside him, fighting back the urge to drive your hips deeper and faster. Instead, he waits patiently, crying your name for more friction.

Reiner with morning wood. He would pathetically grind into you. Failing miserably to be quiet so he doesn’t wake you. It's because you look so beautiful in your sleep to him. His arm sneaks around your waist, hands finding their way to your clit. Of course, you’ve already been awake because he’s been whimpering in your ear the entire time. Panties soaked, ready to give him a warm place to stay. His fingers sloppily knead against your clit. Your hips naturally react against his friction. 

Reiner would want to watch you masturbate. Listening to you moaning his name while he strokes himself to your pace. You don’t know why he would just want to watch, but you don’t complain either. He tells you how beautiful you look fucking yourself for him. 

When he gets close-he gets sloppy. He stops forming words altogether, just desperate whimpers and moans. Pounding into you like it's his last day on earth. You’ve already came multiple times, tears pooling in your eyes from the intense pleasure. You can feel him twitch inside you. Puddles of drool leaving his mouth as he praises God for letting him cum inside you. 

Reiner gets protective when other guys are being just a little too nice to you. When out in public, he’ll wrap his arm around you, his hand resting on your lower belly. Reminding you of how your body reacts to his touch. How wet you get for him, when you’re the one making him beg for it. 

Late-night cockwarming. ꨄ︎

The way this man becomes absolutely feral for you when you make him wait. Riding him until he’s close, and then abruptly stopping. The way he whines for you to move against him. Throwing his head back against the pillow, his pupils dilated-hyperfocused on your pussy clenching against him. When you finally allow him to cum, its surge of pleasure and exhilaration.

Instead of shower sex, he likes to do it in the bath. Lights off-candles lit. The candlelight illuminates your body as he softly thrusts into you. Your mouths are interlocked. Your hands are roaming each other's skin. Sweet moans escaping your lips. An intimate exchange between the two of you. 

On days you feel especially needy for him. You approach him unsuspectingly in nothing but your panties. Doing everyday tasks practically naked, knowing you’ve got his attention. He’ll try not to give you the attention you want at first, but he’s only a man. Coming up behind you, his hands exploring your body. Your body melts into him, completely giving into him at the slightest touch.  

Sloppy-slobbery wet kisses when you’re finished. ꨄ︎

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𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙠? ୧ ‧₊˚ 🥛 ⋅ ☆

Tags: Lactation Kink, Breastfeeding

Having a newborn baby is as hard as they say, actually even harder. Having to be constantly fully involved in the well-being of another human. The frequent diaper changes, late-night feedings, and the fear that anything will kill this delicate baby. You haven’t felt like yourself in months. Too tired to function like the person you once were. And your husband is taking this almost as hard as you are.

The switch from people to parents was swift. You can see how hard he’s trying to support you and his baby. Sleeping in shifts to care for the baby. Making you breakfast every morning, and cleaning the messy bedroom every night. Offering back rubs and massages, just helping you navigate this period of your life.

Your baby is a month old now, and you have finally established a routine. Soundly sleeping in their bassinet, so you can throw yourself on the bed next to your husband. He’s awake, but as soon as your head hits the pillow, you drift into a light sleep. Daryl wraps his big arms around your waist, positions himself to be the big spoon. Placing soft kisses on your forehead, aligning his heartbeat with yours.

A few hours go by, and you awaken because of wet liquid soaking your shirt. Pushing yourself off your husband, whose shirt is now soaking wet aswell. All the movement caused Daryl to wake up with a concerned expression. Just lying peacefully with his wife to being on the other side of the bed.

“Fuck!” You yelled. Embarrassed at the sight. Not totally sure how your husband will react to seeing his wife leaking breast milk all over the bed. Not waiting for his reaction you jump almost making it towards the dresser, until you feel familiar arms pulling you back towards the bed. “C’mere.” Daryl said softly, almost a whisper.

“No need to be embarrassed, just take off your shirt.” Daryl pleaded. Slightly embarrassed to show yourself in front of your husband since the baby. Naturally your body changed, and you always remained unsure if your husband liked those changes. You also haven't fucked your husband since you gave birth, and lord knows how bad you want too. Yet your mind was too tired to catch up with your body, until now.

Releasing your sticky shirt from your skin felt relieving instantly. Now your chest is completely exposed, leaking, heavy and sensitive. Daryl didn’t say a word for a while. Instead he locked eyes with your tender breasts begging for a release that only he can give. “What's wrong?” You asked.

“Can I taste?” He said hesitantly.

You look at him and back at your aching chest. Contemplating if his tongue is the solution to your problems.

“Be gentle, they're sensitive.” You said quietly.

Swiftly after your hesitant words his tongue was latched to you. The initial shock of the warm sensation sent a jolt throughout your body. His spit lapping over your nipple and the surrounding skin. Drinking in your juices felt like a weight being lifted.

Now laying on the bed, Daryl atop of you. A precum stain forming on his pants. His moans vibrate against skin only adding the heat forming in your stomach. Whimpers begin to leave your lips as he grinds his cock against your leg. A truly pathetic side of your husband you rarely get to enjoy.

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-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𝑴𝒓. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

After a long day of herding cattle, performing routine maintenance, and ensuring things are running smoothly. Enduring back-breaking labor that drives sweat down his body, the only person he wants to be with at the end of the day is you, the wild, smart, beautiful daughter of a farmer. The girl he’s known since they were children. Rarely leaving the farm unless it was to run away somewhere with him for the day. Taking you downtown to dance all night, or picking you up at the crack of dawn to race through the open plain. Your body thumping up and down to the pace of the horse. An intimate mixture of nature and his scent fills your nose. The wind roughly dancing through your hair, holding your hands around his waist like your life depends on it. And when he opens his mouth, he tells you, “I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“I like the sound of that.” You say teasingly. You are completely desperately in love with each other. Though you’re father never understood it, he believed that cowboys were no good for girls like you. Sharing words quickly behind the barn on the days you’re father wanted you home. He would travel miles to see you, even if he could only speak to you for five minutes. 

Rebelliously sneaking him into your room through the window. On nights when you could count the stars individually. Your scent to each other is intoxicating. Lying in bed together all night because he needed you, he craves the feeling of your warmth against his skin. The way you can’t look at him for more than a few seconds before looking to the ground. The way he holds you to him like you're part of him. Practically two bodies sharing one soul.

Sitting out in the sun, Virginia spring beauty flowers in your hair. Spring is finally here. After keeping each other cozy for a long winter, seeing his brown eyes shine in the morning sun is honestly the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. Playful teasing turned into innocent horseplay. Leaving you pinned to the blanket. His head turned the sun into a crescent, A halo above his head. The world paused for a moment. The air was gone, there was only him, and you could only hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Eyes fighting over gazing into his eyes or at his lips. You want to feel like this for your entire life, but what if he doesn’t?

The thought clouds you’re starry moment. You push him off of you. His eyes are looking for the answer to your action, in yours. The continuing silence as you contemplate asking the question that has had a grip on you for all these years. 

“What's wrong?” He breathed. You knew what was wrong, you wondered if he did too. Trying to get you to say what's been on your mind. “Nothin.” You whispered.

He let out a light chuckle, and as knights would kneel before noblewomen, he got on one knee. “There's no point in denying it. How does it sound spending the rest of your life with me?” He declared in his smooth southern drawl. 

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♱✮♱ ༻¨:·𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑵𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

Negan used to get off being the leader of the Saviors. Now he gets off to you. 

He would tease you for hours if he could. Watching you whimper and squirm under his body, a sight he can’t get enough of. Hearing you beg for him to stop, or at the very least slow down. Your skin flushed, your cunt aching desperate for a release. But you can only finish when he says so. 

Besides praises, the only things leaving this man's mouth are low grunts and curses. “Fuck.” “Shit.” “Damn.” “You’re taking me so good.” It makes you soak. 

Negan loves roleplaying, making up scenarios to fuck you to. It’s sick, but he loves it. Making you dress up for him, though you enjoy it as much as he does. Exploring each other's fantasies is so arousing and fulfilling to him. And he never leaves you dissatisfied. 

Negan would eat you out until all you can do is cry, your legs weak from fighting a long time ago. Your clit sloppy covered in his spit. Your stomach cramping from how many times you came on him. All while doing it with a smile on his face. He is a pleaser.

He doesn’t ask you to move or switch positions. No, if he wants something, he’ll just take it. Groping, grabbing, and pulling you into the positions he wants to see you in. 

Negan has an oral fixation. Stuffing his cock in your mouth, watching you drool all over him. He really can’t handle watching tears flood your eyes, trying to take him. Your mouth opens as wide as it can, and he still can’t fully fit inside, but you never give up. He’ll hold you by your hair, bobbing your head to the pace he craves. Once he’s close, he’ll shove your head to the base of him, forcing you to swallow him.

Though Negan loves manhandling you and pleasing you until you can’t take it. This man does not play around with aftercare. Once you're done, he’ll often run you a bath and rinse your sore body. Helping you get dressed, reminding you how special and beautiful you are to him. Enabling you to drift to sleep on his chest. 

This man loves praising you when your cock drunk because of him. “God, how are you so good at taking me like this?” “You feel incredible. “I love watching you like this, baby.” “You make me so hard.” All you can do in response is dig your nails deeper into him.

On days when he doesn’t have as much energy as normal, you’ll ride him slowly. Practically cockwarming him until he grabs you by your hips to force you to move your hips. This makes him way too needy for you. 

You could be cleaning, doing chores, or, God forbid, working when know one's looking, he’ll come up behind you and press you against him. Revealing how hard he is for you at any moment of the day. All you need to say is the word.

His lighthearted teasing and flirting are such a big turn-on for you. You understand his humor, and it genuinely makes you smile. Negan only cracks jokes around you to watch you smile. 

He does not care if you're on your period or not, he will bring out a towel. 

When you're done blowing him, he’ll pick up your head, wipe your tears, and tell you how pretty you look when you're on your knees for him.

When he’s finished with you, you almost always end up with a tummy full of his cum. 

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𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆?"

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒈𝒐?"

"𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕?"

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𝑴𝒓. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

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-𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

⋆ꕥ˚｡⋆ 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⋆ꕥ˚｡⋆

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒊𝒓˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ੈ✩‧₊˚

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 ��𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑵𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙠? ୧ ‧₊˚ 🥛 ⋅ ☆

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒕 2 ᯓ★

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

When you're alone, Daryl loves picking you up for absolutely no reason. He’ll throw you over his shoulder without saying a word. It pleases him knowing he can pick you up without breaking a sweat. 

When Daryl first finds out you're pregnant, it scares him A LOT. It will take him a while to gather his thoughts, because he has never had a good role model. The only thing going through his mind is all the mistakes he’s going to make. You reassure him that you see how he connects with the others. That he is a caring and loyal person.

Once the fear clears from his body, he becomes obsessed with the idea of you carrying his child. Before your bump is even visible, he’s holding you by the stomach. He’ll come up behind you and start rubbing your belly, reminding you of how beautiful you are. 

Daryl knows you're capable of taking care of yourself, even while pregnant. But he can’t help but make your life as easy as possible. He’ll walk with you to work and help you complete your tasks, even after being tired of doing his. Daryl begins to go on runs a little less often because he wants to be near you and the baby more. He loves taking care of you so much.

As your body begins to change due to you growing a whole new person, you can’t help but feel a little insecure. Staring in the mirror every night since you’ve noticed the first changes. Stretch marks are beginning to form around your stomach, your chest becomes heavier, and the fatigue that wears you down after a long day. You miss your old body. Daryl is there, telling you how ridiculous you sound. Telling you that it's normal for your body to go through this. His in your corner, cheering you on, telling you how sexy you are to him. Nothing's more beautiful than you creating his child.

Since you don’t have a pregnancy pillow, Daryl holds your stomach while you sleep. It doesn’t even bother him, all he wants is for you to be comfortable. This late into the pregnancy, he can feel the baby react to his touch. 

Worry-free creampies ꨄ︎

Sometimes his mind can’t help but wander, Pregnancy is incredibly risky during an apocalypse. Though you’ve talked about the risks, you still decided that you wanted this baby. It's not impossible, just difficult. Even understanding all this, he can’t bear the thought of losing you. Which is why he wants this pregnancy to be as easy as possible for you. 

Lying in bed together, Daryl talks to the baby about his day. It's the most he says all day. Pregnancy is almost coming to an end, the baby jumps, everytime they hear their father's voice. Daryl lies between your legs, planting kisses along your stomach. You don’t know if it's because you're hormonal or straight up dramatic, but every time he says, “I can’t want to meet you,” it makes you want to cry.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ੈ✩‧₊˚

Another morning in Alexandria. The cold morning air left goosebumps on your skin. His big arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you to him. His breathing vibrated against your skin. His earthy, smoky, and slightly sweet scent was all that you could breathe. His chest pressed against your back, allowing his heartbeat to travel throughout your entire body. Part of you wanted to get up and start the day. But the stronger part of you continued to lie next to him like this. Home used to be a place, now it's here with him.

You’ve been awake for a while, sleepy, watching the sun slowly peak through the curtains. You and Daryl have been together for so long that your breathing began to sync. You made it official official when the group made to Alexandria. Since you’ve joined the group in Atlanta, you’ve shared playful glances, teasing words, and sweet touches. You let your mind peek at the past and wonder about the future. That's when you heard his low southern drawl, “Good Mornin-.”

“Morning.” You signed. Finally, clearing your throat after being lost in your mind for hours. Once he was awake, you tried to eventually get out of bed, but he didn’t loosen his hold on you. He wasn’t ready to get up, and a part of you wasn’t either. 

“Can we stay here for a while?” He said in a quick breath. Pulling you closer to him. Pressing his head into your shoulders. 

“Yeah.” You whispered. Your sweet floral scent of perfume mixed with pine from constantly working with nature, mixed with him. You feel him take a strong inhale of your hair. His hands were beginning to have a mind of their own. You felt them exploring your stomach and thighs. You giggled, placing your hand on top of his, letting his hand guide yours. Then Daryl pleaded, “I want to please you, sweetheart.”  

“I’m not working this morning, I won't be missed.” You teased. After you said that, his hands reached past your lower belly. His hands began to toy with your clit. Rubbing gentle circles on your bundle of nerves. His movement sent waves of electricity to your brain. Your lubricated cunt covered his fingers, a wave a pleasure rolled through your body. You wanted to lock your legs, but his arms were stronger than the urge. The blanket disappeared, and Daryl rolled you over on your back. Now your cunt covered in sunlight for him to see. Daryl huffed, “I want to taste you so bad.”

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒊𝒓˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

You and Daryl are out for a run. Things got heated when your gun accidentally went off, it was an animal you presumed was a walker that spooked you. The sudden loud crack echoed through the building you were in. The explosion alarmed all the walkers nearby, and they were headed in your direction. With a defeated tone, you blurted. “Fuck- I’m so sorry.” There was no time for apologies, you guys had to get out as soon as possible. Daryl shattered the only window in the room and motioned for you to climb out first. Luckily, it was the first floor, so you two made a break for the car. The ride was silent for what felt like forever until Daryl finally broke the tension, “What the hell is wrong with you?” You look at him dumbfounded, like you had planned for this to happen. When your life was also at risk. You spat, “I didn’t mean to, I said I was sorry Daryl.” Daryl disputed, “It doesn’t matter if you’re sorry, we could’ve died! Do you know how important this trip was.” Daryl’s eyes didn’t cross yours. His eyes focused on the road. You reassured him, “At least we came out with our lives. We can always come back.”   Daryl abruptly stopped the car. “I don’t want you in danger, don’t you care about your own life.” He clenched his jaw, gripping the steering wheel with no signs of release. After a few long moments of silence, Daryl with his head down. Your eyes scanning the forest beyond the window, unable to look at him. Daryl laid back in his seat. he uttered, “C’mere.” “I can't bear the thought of you leaving me alone.” Daryl’s body flushed when you climbed on top of him. Your legs parted as you sat on his lap, lifting his jaw to look you in the eyes. You breathed lightly, “I’m sorry.” Usually, his hands would explore your body. Hungrily, eager and desperate for your touch. Today he was too upset his face told you that he was irritated. But his body shuddered to every move your body made. Everytime your body grinds on his jeans, he desperately tried to hide the flush on his face. A spot on his pants turning a dark hue, making noises that are sinful to listen to. Your body boiled on his lap, Daryl's cock protruded through his rough denim jeans. You felt how hard he was. Immediately, all your rationale left your head. His gravely southern voice filled your head when he whispered, “Take your pants off for me, sweetheart, I want to feel you.”

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⋆ꕥ˚｡⋆ 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⋆ꕥ˚｡⋆

Rick Grimes loves calling you sweet southern nicknames, ex- peach, sweetheart, honey, darling, love, and love bug when he’s being playful. 

Rick loves keeping his eyes on you, watching you get dressed and undressed, sneaking sweet glances as you're working in Alexandria. Or when you’re making food for the house. He sits and soaks up your beauty. No matter what you’re doing. 

Rick adores watching you take care of Judith. Putting her to bed and feeding her breakfast in the morning. He thinks of one day adding a new member to the family with you. Nothing warms his heart more than seeing his two girls bonding together.

Most days, Rick is up before you, starting his day before the sun. Somedays, though, he’ll sleep in, and when you try to get up, he’ll pull you back into bed with him. Nuzzling his face into the back of your neck, holding you by the waist. Breathing in your scent. All he wants to do is lie like this forever. 

Every few weeks, Rick has you sit in his lap and trim his beard. He holds you by your waist, adoring your features, while you focus on making sure you clean his face. 

After long days, Rick loves sitting, taking watch on the walls. You’ll sit up there with him watching the sun set. Eyeing a few walkers tripping around, birds flying into the sun. He rests his head on your shoulders, sighing heavily. Relaxing his body. His warm body creates a serene environment, giving yourself to him.

When he goes on runs, he picks up cute trinkets he thinks you’ll like. Clothes he wants to see you in. And any other things you might like, or things that remind him of you.

Rick hates it when any man flirts with you, even innocently. It makes him jealous when other men make you laugh. He’ll interrupt your conversation, arguing that ‘He needs you for something.’ Just to get you away from them.

Rick does not let you go on runs often. There's no point in arguing; he’ll always prioritize your safety first. He can’t stand the thought of losing you when he’s already lost enough.  

Rick loves holding you in his arms, exploring your body. He knows all your spots. Every part that makes you squirm and queasy. He loves teasing you until you're completely flustered. Unable to speak without stuttering. 

Rick is a thigh guy. All he wants to do is bury his face in your thighs. He’s into thighjobs. That's the only place he wants to be.

When the kids are all in bed, you and Rick will play CDs and slow dance to them. Just holding each other close and swaying to the music. As if the world wasn’t ending all around you, you find getting lost in each other's bodies to be the best way to end the night.

One inside joke you guys have been planning a family vacation pre-apocalypse. Talking about all the places you want to visit, arguing about a schedule that will never be. Even the thought of a romantic getaway for your honeymoon.

He loves pulling you by the waist for kisses, on your forehead, lips, and cheeks.

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦. “𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘶𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. “𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵- 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.”

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 “𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.”

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I am sexual, so what?

I don’t understand how we’ve let it get to this point, let our natural desires become a taboo topic. To be shunned for what we were born with. Purity culture tells me to “save myself” for my husband. No man wants damaged goods. Keep your legs closed. Don’t wear revealing clothing, if anything happens, you must have been the temptress. That once your sacred flower has been crushed, there's no going back. You’re used up. But I don’t believe that, I don’t blame anyone for falling into the indoctrination that has been instilled in them since birth. The fact of the matter is the Madonna-Whore complex. The inability to maintain sexual arousal within a committed and loving relationship. Being unable to fuck a woman you respect. That women can only be one or the other, that one is holier than thou. That the whore you can get hard for is some how less than, unfit for love. 

Freud wrote, “Where such men love they have no desire, and where they desire they cannot love.” Men will seek out women who they deem to have maternal instincts to “settle down” with. A woman whom they believe should be seen on their arm. Only trying to fill a void that they’ve created for themselves. Men who feel threatened by female sexual power almost always have a Madonna-Whore complex. Reducing female autonomy and anatomy until they feel good about themselves. Human beings are sexual creatures, and creating a separation only worsens ideologies such as this. That all sex is sin, when in reality it is the gateway to life. In procreation, but also creating a metaphysical relationship with yourself and your partner. 

Women are people. All women are deserving of respect and love. Women are sexual beings, and there's nothing illicit about it. Having a very strong sexual desire for someone while also nurturing their being is crucial for a healthy intimate relationship. I see too many with just a strong sexual desire without truly knowing their partner, just wanting them for what they can offer. There's a reason why so many religions preach that sex is a sacred act, as well as freely spiritual individuals who believe that the act can form spiritual ties between both parties. Allow yourself to be immensely open and free about your sexual and emotional desire.

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𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏