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Teach You
Daryl Dixon x Reader
warnings: smutttttt
notes: daryl has 0 game, 0 experience, and is eager to please. I thought about this as I was falling asleep last night and couldn't wait to write it for you. Inspired by Norman saying if Daryl ever got down and dirty there would be premature ejaculation
She/her pronouns, foreplay only, gets straight to it
The invitation had been innocent enough, though Daryl had found a way to make it a minefield in his head. Dinner at her house. Nothing fancy, sheâd said. Just them, some canned spaghetti, and maybe a drink.
Heâd almost said no, but the way sheâd looked at himâsmiling soft and easy, like she wanted him there more than anyone elseâmade him mutter, âYeah, alright.â
Now, heâs sitting on her couch, shoulders stiff, his crossbow propped awkwardly by the door. She hums in the kitchen, clinking dishes together. He wonders if itâs too late to leave.
âDonât sit too quiet in there,â she calls, teasing. âYouâll scare the furniture.â
Daryl huffs a laugh through his nose. âFurniture donât need me to make it nervous.â
She steps into the room, carrying two mismatched bowls. âYou kidding? Youâre terrifying. Real menace, Dixon.â She hands him a bowl, sitting close enough for her thigh to press against his.
Daryl shifts, his grip tightening on the bowl. âSânot what people usually say.â
She gives him a sidelong glance, lips quirking. âWhat do they say?â
He doesnât answer, staring into the spaghetti like itâs gonna save him. She leans in, the bare skin of her arm brushing his, and he forgets how to breathe.
âYouâre not used to this, huh?â Her tone is light, but her eyes are searching.
He shrugs. âDunno what âthisâ is.â
âSomeone flirting with you,â she says, blunt as ever, setting her bowl aside. âHowâs that feel, by the way?â
He almost chokes. âAinât what youâre doinâ.â
âItâs exactly what Iâm doing.â
His ears burn, and he fights the urge to stand up and bolt. âY/Nââ
She cuts him off, leaning closer, her voice dropping to something softer. âIf I haven't made it abundantly clear lately: I like you. A lot.â
The words hit him harder than any walker ever could. He swallows, glancing at her, then quickly away. âAinât right.â
âWhy not?â
âIâm⌠too old.â He shifts again, looking anywhere but her face. âYou could do better.â
Her laugh is quiet, almost disbelieving. âYou really think that?â
He nods, his jaw tightening. âDonât got think âbout it. Itâs true.â
She tilts her head, watching him for a long moment. Then, setting her hand lightly on his knee, she asks, âWhenâs the last time someone told you youâre wrong?â
He tenses under her touch but doesnât pull away. âNot wrongââ
âDaryl,â she interrupts gently. âYouâve got this whole big, twisted idea in your head about what you deserve. And itâs bullshit.â
He stiffens. âAinâtââ
âBullshit,â she says again, firmer this time. âAnd Iâm gonna prove it.â
She stands, setting her bowl aside, then his, and turns to face him. Her hands are on her hips, her gaze steady as she looks down at him. âCan I ask you something personal?â
He frowns but nods hesitantly.
âHave you ever⌠been with someone?â
His face flushes crimson, and he drops his gaze to the floor.
âThatâs a no, then.â Her voice is warm, not teasing, but it makes him flinch anyway.
âDonât mean nothinâ,â he mumbles, fidgeting where he sits.
âIt means everything,â she counters, stepping closer. âBecause if no oneâs shown you what it feels like to be wanted, howâre you supposed to know?â
His heart hammers against his ribs as she moves between his knees, crouching down and resting her hands lightly on his shins. He stares at her like a deer caught in headlights. âWhatâre you doinâ?â
She smiles, tilting her head. âOnly what you want me to. But you have to tell me if you do.â
He swallows hard, his hands gripping the edge of the couch. âI...I dunno.â
âItâs okay to want, Daryl,â she murmurs, moving her legs up and onto his lap with a slow, deliberate movement so she's straddling him, her hands now resting delicately on his shoulders.
His breath catches, and he freezes, his hands hovering uselessly in the air, "Okay," he breathes.
Her voice drops lower, softer. âYou donât even know where to put your hands, do you?â
âIâ I canâtââ
She gently lifts his wrists, guiding his hands to the curve of her hips. âStart here.â
He stares at her, wide-eyed, his fingers twitching against her waist. âYou sure âbout this?â
âIâve never been more sure.â She says, her hand coming up to cup his jaw, the touch sending electricity into his skin, âIâll show you what youâve been missing. Only if you want me to.â
His grip tightens slightly, a shuddering breath escaping him. âYeah. I want it. I want you.â
Daryl barely has time to process anything before she tilts his chin up, forcing his gaze to meet hers. Her hands are steady, her expression soft but laced with something deeper-desire, maybe? His throat goes dry.
"First things first," she murmurs, brushing her thumb along the line of his jaw. "You ever kissed anyone before?"
He shakes his head, his breathing becoming irregular.
Her smile softens as it spreads across her face, endearing and non judgmental. She leans in, her breath warm against his lips. "Then let me teach you."
Her mouth brushes his softly, testing, like she's giving him the chance to pull away. He doesn't. Instead, his hands tighten on her hips as she deepens the kiss, her lips moving against his in a way that makes his head spin.
"Relax," she whispers against his mouth, pulling back just enough to guide him. He exhales shakily, his shoulders dropping slightly. When she kisses him again, he leans into it this time, his lips parting hesitantly.
She hums in approval, her hands threading into his hair, tugging gently to encourage him. He nearly lets out an inhuman noise at the feeling of her fingers curling in his hair, but he swallows it down, instead focusing on her soft lips on his.
"That's it," she breathes, her voice low and sultry. "Just follow me."
Her tongue traces the seam of his lips, and he jerks slightly, his breath hitching. She pulls back, laughing softly. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he rasps, his face burning. "Just... wasn't expectin' that."
"Well, get used to it," she teases, leaning in again. This time, when her tongue slides tentatively into his mouth, he meets her halfway, mimicking her movements as best as he can. It's clumsy, but she doesn't seem to mind, her soft moans sending heat straight through him. It suddenly occurs to him that she might be enjoying this just as much as hime.
As the kiss deepens, her hips begin to move, rolling slowly against his lap. Daryl tenses, his fingers twitching against her sides as she grinds against him, finally drawing a low, shaky groan from his throat.
Her lips brushing against his stubble and eventually against the shell of his ear where she whispers, "You like that?"
"Yeah. Feels-feels good." he nods, swallowing hard.
She smiles, pressing a kiss to his jaw before pulling back just enough to grab the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she lifts it over her head, tossing it aside to reveal bare skin and soft curves that leave him staring, wide-eyed and trozen.
"You're beautiful," he mutters before he can stop himself, the words tumbling out unfiltered.
Her smile softens, and she cups his face in her hands, searching his eyes. "Could say the same about you. Touch me, Daryl."
His hands flex nervously on her hips, now pressing into bare skin that feels hot to the touch. "Don't wanna mess it up."
"You won't." She reaches for his hands again, guiding them upward until his calloused fingers brush the swell of her breasts. He sucks in a sharp breath, his touch featherlight and hesitant.
"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice rough with uncertainty.
"It's perfect," she murmurs, arching into his touch. "Here, let me show you."
She places her hands over his, guiding his fingers to knead and explore, her soft sighs of pleasure encouraging him. He grows bolder with each movement, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, drawing a gasp from her lips.
"Like that," she breathes, her hips grinding down harder against him. "You're doing so good, Daryl."
Her praise sends a jolt of heat through him, and he pulls her closer, burying his face against her neck as his confidence grows.
"Never done nothin' like this before," he admits, his voice muffled, his lips tracing the column of her neck and moving down to her shoulders, onto her clavicle and chest.
"You're a fast learner," she says breathlessly, tugging his hair gently to make him look at her. Her lips find his again, hungrier this time, and he responds with a desperation that surprises even him.
His hands continue their kneading of her breasts, traveling around her to hug her tight against him, the swell of them pressing into his clothed chest, his hips beginning to move instinctively beneath her. The thought occurs to him that he hates clothes.
She gasps against his mouth, breaking the kiss to press her forehead to his.
"You're incredible," she whispers, her voice breathy. "I've wanted this for so long."
Daryl swallows hard, his chest heaving.
"Don't know what you see in me, but... I don't wanna stop."
"Then don't," she murmurs, kissing him again. "I'll take care of you. Just let me."
With newfound confidenceâor maybe just desperationâDaryl leans forward, pressing his lips against the soft skin of her chest. He works his way down, his kisses slow and clumsy, but she doesnât seem to mind. Her breath hitches when his mouth brushes between the swells of her breasts, and when he kisses the top, then the underside, he swears she arches into him on purpose, trying to drive him out of his damn mind.
Then, tentatively, he takes her nipple into his mouth. The sound she makesâlow and raggedâhas his cock straining so hard against his jeans he thinks he might lose it right there. Her hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging lightly as his tongue flicks out, testing, tasting her. She gasps, and that sound drives a hunger in him heâs never felt before.
His hips shift beneath her as she continues grinding against him, her movements deliberate and unrelenting. The friction is almost too much, the ache in his lap unbearable. He grips her hips hard, trying to slow her down. âYouâre gonna drive me crazy,â he mutters, his voice rough, lips brushing against her neck.
She exhales a shaky laugh, a smile teasing her lips. âThatâs kinda the point.â
Before he can respond, she leans back slightly, her hands moving to the waistband of her jeans. âHere,â she says, popping the button open with practiced ease. His breath catches as she begins to slide the zipper down, revealing the curve of her hip.
His mind races. Heâs never had a woman like this beforeâso wanting for him, so sure of herself. His chest tightens at the thought of messing this up, of not being enough for her. But at the same time, his heart pounds with anticipation. God, heâs thought about her like this more times than he can admit. What her skin would feel like. What her lips would taste like. And now, itâs happening, and he feels so far out of his depth he doesnât know where to begin.
She must notice his wide eyed stare, because her other hand tilts his chin up then, catching his gaze, "Only if you want to," she says again.
His throat is suddenly very dry, and all he can do is nod.
She smiles, and his chest tightens. She guides his hand beneath the waistband of her jeans, the soft skin of her pubic bone brushing his fingers first. The light tuft of hair there is the only thing rougher than her skin, and when his fingers graze lower, they slide easily over the slick heat of her center.
A growl rumbles in his chest, unbidden, as he realizes how wet she is. For him. His head spins, his blood roaring in his ears. When his fingers dip lower, pressing into her, her walls clench around them greedily. She moansâloud, uninhibitedâand the sound nearly undoes him.
"Yes, Daryl, that's it," she breathes. "Curl them, baby."
He does as she says, his fingers pressing into her, finding that soft, spongy spot that makes her cry out and buck against him. His palm brushes against the swollen nub at the apex of her sex, and the way she moves against him, grinding against his hand, has him gripping her hip with his free hand to ground himself.
âGoddamn,â he mutters, his voice raw as he watches her, awestruck.
Sheâs beautifulâblissed out and needy, her body moving with his like theyâve done this a hundred times before. He canât take it anymore. His free hand comes up, fingers curling lightly around the back of her neck as he pulls her down to kiss him. The kiss is desperate, hungry, and the little sounds she makes against his lips make his body tighten unbearably.
âDonât stop,â she gasps against his mouth, her voice trembling. âIâm so close.â
Her words send a jolt through him, and he groans low in his throat, the tension in his core mounting to an unbearable peak as he groans against her lips, gasping for breath as his high flushes through him. Before he can stop it, his release hits him hard and stars break against his vision. Her whimpers rise to full on ragged moans as she presses into his hand then one last time, his fingers knuckle deep inside her as they press against her spongey walls as she tightens around them, sucking his digits further into her as the climax breaks over her.
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, her kisses trailing down his jaw and neck as her hips slow, her ragged breaths giving way to soft, contented sighs.
When she pulls back, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hooded with lust, she looks down at him and smiles. âDid you justâŚ?â she asks, her gaze dropping to his lap.
His face burns as he remembers himself, the wetness in his pants prominent as they both look down. Slowly, he pulls his hand from her, the loss of contact making her frown slightly. He bows his head, shame tightening his chest as he presses his hands into his lap.
âThat is so hot,â she murmurs, her voice rich and warm, not even a hint of laughter behind it.
Darylâs head jerks up, his breath catching in his throat. âHot?â he rasps, his voice cracking slightly.
She nods, her smile soft and utterly disarming as her fingers trail along his jaw. âYeah. Youâre so worked up just from me, Daryl. Thatâs the sexiest thing Iâve ever seen.â
Her words make his head spin. Sheâs seriousâdead seriousâand it hits him like a freight train. She isnât mocking him, isnât annoyed or disappointed. She likes him. Wants him. And not just in some passing way.
âYou really mean that?â he mumbles, his hands twitching where they return to rest awkwardly against her hips.
Her brow furrows slightly, her expression turning tender. âOf course I mean it. You have no idea how crazy you drive me, do you?â
He stares at her, stunned silent, his heart hammering in his chest. He doesnât understand itâcanât wrap his head around why someone like her would want someone like himâbut the look in her eyes leaves no room for doubt.
Her lips brush against his, slow and teasing. âWanna go again?â she whispers, her voice like honey. âIâve got a few more things I can teach you.â
His heart stutters, and he swears the heat in her gaze alone could undo him all over again. Sheâs not just enjoying herselfâsheâs reveling in it, like sheâs been waiting for this moment as long as he has.
âYeah,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper, rough and hoarse. He swallows hard, his body stirring again despite the lingering haze of his release. âYeah, okay.â
Her smile widens, and itâs nothing short of radiant. She leans in, her mouth covering his in a kiss that feels deeper this time, more confident. He lets himself relax, his hands finding her waist, and for the first time, he lets himself believe this is realâthat sheâs here, wanting him, and not judging him for a second.
Her hips roll against him again, slow and deliberate, and his fingers tighten instinctively on her waist. When she breaks the kiss, her lips curve into a smirk, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. âGood. âCause weâre just getting started.â
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Hello! I don't know if you still have requests open so feel free to ignore this! If you could, would you write something with Jacob Frye (AC)? Maybe headcanons or a oneshot (I don't know if you do these, just whatever you feel comfortable with) where the reader mess up a mission and Jacob comforts her, cause she thinks she's a mess and can't do anything right and Jacob wants her to stop thinking like that? (sorry if it's not well written, not my first language .w.)
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Can you do a daniel diaz x reader like there a gangster wattpad couple and smut if your comfortable with it
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Howdy! I do hope youâre still taking requests, (itâs okay if ur not) but if you are, could you do a Jacob Frye x female assassin reader based off the song Dark Red by Steve lacy? Something like where he tries to deny his feelings (but probably has a difficult time hiding them) and he is just âOH NOâ
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đ/đ: Greetings my darlings! I hope you enjoyed the first part, as promised here is the second and final part of Thunder Nights!!! I admit that writing this story has given me the motivation to write again and entertain my and your creative mind!!! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy, enjoy your reading!!!
đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door... Just the two of you in that flat, the rain and the storm drowning out the obscene sounds that the two of you were producing⌠A night of first experiences that neither of you would ever forget.
đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: Insecure reader, Age gap, Nsfw, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, worship and praise kink, a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam. first time sex
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"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mineâŚ" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered
"Yes⌠please."
"I promise you won't regret it my fallen angel, my beloved Y/NâŚ" for mere seconds your eyes were locked on each other, as if you were vowing something, something so unholy that words weren't quite enough to portray it, yet you couldn't help but look away as you felt Sam's hands move slowly down your curves, your heartbeat quickening with his every touch, you were completely under his domination and that aroused and fascinated you. ⌠the nights you had dreamt of, that you had longed for his touch, had now become a reality, and you couldn't control your breathing, with every touch you felt like you were going to suffocate with so much desire.
Your lips touched once more, once more that forbidden flavour⌠that one taste that you knew would be your downfall that night, his hands were firmly on your waist, pulling you tightly to him, and without warning his sinful lips travelled up to your neck, kissing lightly, causing you to release sounds of pleasure that you were trying to repress "don't repress that beautiful melody, my little dove, let that be the music to which our bodies will dance tonight" his voice resonated against your sensitive skin, his lips were quickly replaced by his teeth, leaving little marks, bites of love " so that everyone will know who you belong to darling" he whispered, as his hands slid into the fabric of your pyjamas "S-Sam-" his lips muffled his name, as his hands continued their work. ⌠he explored your skin carefully, so as not to hurt you, until⌠he reached your breasts, his eyes locked on yours asking for permission, but at that moment you couldn't respond, your breathing was ragged, your heart was beating at an unthinkable pace, your face showed how much you wanted him, but that wasn't enough for Sam.
"Tell me, my loveâŚ" he began by lightly caressing them, grabbing them then massaging them "how about we remove this stubborn fabric that keeps getting in the way of my taskâŚ" he smirked in your direction when he saw that you were embarrassed at the idea of being exposed to him "Yes? Shall we?" you nodded in agreement⌠he laughed softly and in less than a second the garment covering your breasts disappeared. Ashamed, you tried to hide it, but Sam didn't let that happen. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and slowly raised them above your head. "Don't hide the beautiful piece of art you are⌠my God, you're gorgeous⌠you hypnotise me" he said, licking two of his fingers, from the hand that was still free, and stroking them gently against your nipple. The warmth of the humidity and the chill that the room brought made you gasp. You closed your eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure electrified your body. "YesâŚpleaseâŚ" Sam smiled, kissing your collarbone, tracing a path of kisses down to your breasts, sensitive and eager to feel more of that sensation, but instead of being direct, he kissed the valley between them⌠feeling your breathing cease⌠you moaned softly when his lips parted from your skin "do you desire me so much that you can't bear to let me part from your skin for a second, darling? " and with that he captured one of your nipples, this time you moaned loudly and felt your hands being freed, falling into his hair and pulling him closer, his tongue danced and his teeth caused an unprecedented sensation in your body, with your legs, you wrapped around his body and pulled your bodies closer together.
"You like this, don't you, angel? "your bodies were so close together that even with your clothes on you could feel his hard member against you and you were delirious, your thoughts were wild and erotic, you fantasised about the things you wanted to do at that moment, you removed your hands from his hair and felt brave enough to explore his body, drawing pleasurable patterns on his skin, listening to his growl as he paid attention to your pleasure, until you finally reached his member, running your hand over it lightly, teasing him, watching his reaction "I'm not the only one who's enjoying this little moment of ours" you whispered in his ear, biting his lobe.
He grabbed your hands tightly and pinned you once, stealing a kiss, while your gaze locked "I'm going to be gentle darling, because if it wasn't our first time I'd already be fucking you on top of this stall, without a second thought" with one of his hands still holding yours he moved your hand to his hard member "this is what you do to me my sweet angel, you hypnotise me, you lead me to lapse into a sinful labyrinth in which my thoughts only focus on being deep inside you, the only thing you're capable of saying is begging for more" that comment made you blush even more, he knew exactly what he was doing. ⌠he knew that it would only excite you more, but for a few moments a wave of insecurity passed through your body, reminding you of the women he had already held in his arms, reminding you that you had almost no experience, and this emotion was reflected in your gaze, his hand wrapped around your face, in a gentle way "what occupies your hermetic mind my love?" you carefully moved his body away from yours, your gaze turned away from his and you faced the floor.
"Samuel, I don't have any experience in this, in fact this is my first time⌠I don't know what to do, what to say, where to touch you⌠and I'm ashamed of it, I feel inadequate compared to the women you've been with⌠"For seconds you felt your eyes brimming with tears once again, Sam analysed your expression, slowly with his hand he caressed the left side of your cheeks, his touch was like hot logs feeding the burning fire underneath your skin, the anxiety was still there but with his touch, you felt your mind dissipate.
"Oh no. Youâre not inferior. Those women were my mistakes. All of that was my mistake. I got involved with the wrong people. And youâre not the wrong person. Youâre perfect." his lips traced a forbidden path through your flesh, led by passion and his fierce desire for your body "Oh darling⌠focus on me and how well your body connects with mine, I may have had other lovers before, but they only served as mere apprentices so that I could satisfy you like the mistress you are".
His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and desire. You felt his lips, warm and hungry, against your flesh, igniting flames of passion that danced along your nerves. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he explored every inch of your body with a fervor that left you breathless.
With each caress, each whispered confession of longing and need, you felt yourself surrendering to him completely. Gone was the doubt, the insecurity that had plagued you before. In his arms, you found solace, acceptance, and a love so consuming it threatened to consume you whole.
As his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours of your body with reverence, you let out a soft moan of pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to his devotion, a declaration of his desire to worship you in ways you had only ever dreamed of.
And as he guided you to heights of ecstasy you had never known, you knew that this was where you belonged. In his embrace, in his bed, where his love wrapped around you like a warm embrace, banishing the shadows of doubt and insecurity forever.
Your body hummed with anticipation as he settled between your thighs, his breath hot against you skin as he gazed up at her with hunger in his eyes. She parted her legs eagerly, aching for his touch as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her inner thigh with featherlight kisses.
With a soft sigh, you arched your hips, silently urging him closer, and he obliged, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path towards you pussy. You gasped loudly as he parted your folds with his fingers, exposing you to his starving gaze before diving in with a hunger that left you trembling.
His tongue danced over your sensitive clit, flicking and teasing with expert precision as you writhed beneath him, lost in the pleasure of his touch. You moaned his name over and over again, your fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured you with a fervor that left you breathless.
He delved deeper, exploring every inch of your core with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, driving you to the edge of sanity with his relentless reverence. You moaned loud, your body quivering with need as he brought you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
And then, with a final, desperate cry, you shattered beneath him, your world exploding into a million stars as he drank in you essence, savoring the taste of your desire as you surrendered to the bliss of your release.
As you came down from the dizzying heights of pleasure, you looked down at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had brought you to such heights of ecstasy. And as he crawled back up her body, his lips finding you in a tender kiss, you knew that you were truly blessed. "I⌠done everything right? I'm sorry if I did something that didn't please you -" Sam stopped your train of thought with another kiss, after leaving you breathless once again he looked at you and you could see the affection and desire in his gaze "Princess you were fantastic, your flavour, your voice echoing like a sweet melody, I myself felt hypnotised by every tiny movement of your body." Slowly he moved closer to you, laying your body back against the soft surface, covering every part of your body with his.
For in that moment, as you surrendered to him completely, you knew that you were not just his lover, but his equal, his partner in passion and desire. And as you melted into each other's arms, lost in a world of pleasure and devotion, you knew that this was only the beginning of a love that would burn bright and fierce for all eternity.
Your bodies melded together in a symphony of desire, each movement choreographed by an unspoken understanding of each other's needs. He traced the curve of your hip with his fingertips, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, while you arched your back, offering herself to him completely.
your lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, tongues dancing in a primal rhythm as they sought to devour each other. With every kiss, every touch, the intensity between them grew, building to a crescendo of need and longing.
He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at you delicate skin with just enough force to send a shiver down her spine. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he teased you, driving you to the edge of madness with his gentle ministrations.
Please, darling, let me devour you once more, let me intoxicate myself with your sweet ambrosia, let me make you feel like the goddess you are once more, can you do that for me? can you behave yourself and let me take care of you?" His voice was raspy, you were both sore, but you didn't want to be unable to feel his touch on you. "Yes-" you were about to speak but his hands slid down to your hips, holding you steady, you could feel his hard member against your core "Not like that love" he said kissing your neck biting and leaving marks where his lips passed "beg for me⌠you were taking me so well, beg for me"
You were gasping for breath, your face was flushing, but the way he spoke⌠the way he asked you for things, no matter how embarrassed he made you, you wanted to satisfy him. "Please Sam⌠let me feel you, make me your muse and use my body as a canvas so that you can leave your mark on it." "Wow⌠I didn't expect that, love, but I loved it, I think you've been learning a thing or two from me" he laughed lightly
With a low growl of hunger, he moved lower, trailing kisses along your collarbone, your breasts, until he reached the apex of your thighs once more. There, he lingered, inhaling your scent, savoring the taste of your desire before finally giving in to the temptation that beckoned him.
His tongue flicked out, tracing slow circles around her clit, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from her lips. He teased you, building the tension until she was writhing beneath him, her hands tangled in his hair as she begged for release.
And when he finally plunged into you, filling you with his hardness, they both cried out in ecstasy, lost in the throes of passion. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge until they were teetering on the brink of oblivion.
And then, with a final, desperate cry, they fell over the edge together, consumed by the flames of their desire as they rode the waves of pleasure to completion. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in each other's embrace as they surrendered to the bliss of your union.
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pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader
wc: 5.9k
summary: pretty much trying to make Daryl jealous GONE WRONG !!!!
warnings: 18+ content, swearing duh, hair pulling, fingering, rough sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex, squirting, little bit degrading, some spanking,,,,
A/N: GOD this took way longer than it shouldve but writers block makes me want to shove my fingers in my eyes. anyway i hope this was worth the wait because i do not enjoy this as much as i should. BEWARE not fully proofread so i may come back to edit things im just so fucking tired and wanna get this out asap. also i personally dont believe that daryl would be the type to be this rough during sex but a guy can dreamâŚ
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Daryl was never the jealous type, he trusted you and your decisions so there was no point in getting jealous. He had you, you both knew it. So when a certain man in Alexandria started pursuing you, he didn't pay much attention.
It sort of bothered you, feeling kind of guilty that you wanted your boyfriend to be jealous. You guessed it was just cause you wanted him to be possessive, but he wasn't like that. He cherished you, held you carefully. Sure he liked people knowing he was your boyfriend, but he wouldn't go as far as to mark you up or do something rash in public. That didn't mean he didn't care about you, hell he loved taking care of you and loving you. He just preferred to keep your intimate life private.
You were outside in the front yard tending to some flowers when the guy pursuing you, William, walked up.
âHey, (Y/N).â He grinned down at you, making you have to look up at him. Squinting from the sun in your eyes, smiling.
âOh hey, what brings you here?â You replying in a friendly tone, wiping the dirt off your knees before standing up and taking your gloves off. You could feel Williamâs eyes trail down your body and you mentally eye rolled.
âJust⌠yâknow. Hanging around, taking a walk⌠Whatchaâ up to?â He murmured, clearly distracted.
You laughed sarcastically, âjust fixinâ up these flowers. Couple of kids ran over them yesterday.â William nodded absentmindedly, staring at everything but your eyes.
âUhuh⌠poor dogâŚâ He mumbled, clearly not paying attention to anything you just said and it took everything in you to not just flip and slap him across his stupid face.
The front door opened, Daryl walking out with his crossbow on his back, covering those angel wings on the fabric of his vest. You looked up at the sky as if thanking some kind of god for sending Daryl to save you. Though to your misfortune, he wasnât staying for long.
âJusâ goinâ out huntinâ,â he murmured gruffly and kissed your cheek briefly, nodding towards William before walking down the street towards the gates. Your eyes trailed after him sadly while your shoulders slumped, nibbling your lip to stop yourself from calling him back.
âUh (Y/N)? I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to pick some berries later, I could even make you a pie with them if youâd likeâŚâ William broke through your thoughts and you thought for a bit. One half of you was telling you to say no, but the other half sort of wanted to make Daryl jealous. Or at least try. Ultimately you decided on the second option, this could be funâŚ. right?
âSure, later then?â You smiled at William, watching as he looked down towards your chest again, a slight scowl appearing on your face.
âMhm⌠Iâll pick you up later then,â he mumbled. You immediately broke out into a smile once he looked up at you again, you just nodded before turning towards your home. Your smile dropping once you entered the house.
The hard part was getting through the afternoon with William, the aftermath with Daryl would surely be the best part.

You sat in the kitchen, doodling in your notebook as you waited for William to come pick you up. Around this time Daryl came home, removing his muddy boots knowing how much you hated when he made a mess in the house before walking into the kitchen to find you with your back to him. You could feel his gaze trail down your body, keeping still particularly around your legs, which were shown off by the shorts you were wearing. Unlike William, you quite liked when Daryl stared at you like this.
You giggled once he came up behind you and wrapped you up in his big, strong arms. Planting soft kisses along your neck and exposed shoulders. âMmmh⌠ma girl dress up fer me?â He grumbled, turning your chair around to get a closer look at you. You felt a sense of pride as he bit his lip, admiring your legs, more specifically your thighs which he squeezed affectionately. You werenât wearing anything extremely extraordinary per se, but it was new to him. You usually covered yourself up for no particular reason, maybe it was your subconscious teasing Daryl since you knew how much he loved seeing you, every part of you. You were just simply wearing a lower cut tank top along with some jean shorts you pulled up in the back of the closet.
He grunted, moving his lips underneath your jaw and planting teasing kisses there, causing you to giggle, âI didnât dress up for you⌠Iâm going out.â You smiled, rubbing the stubble at his jaw with your thumb.
He jerked his head back slightly, furrowing his brows. âGoinâ out without me?â He snorted jokingly, running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp which elicited a soft moan from you. âSounds like you wanna stay home witâ meâŚâ He huffed, kissing your neck again more forcefully. His hands squeezing at your sides as if trying to convince you to stay home.
You groaned, pushing him back, his hands sliding down to your hips. As much as youâd like to stay home and continue this with him⌠You were on a mission. And it was to make this man in front of you get jealous. It was like your one fantasy about him, treating you like you were nothing but his. Using you to satisfy his needs, fucking you roughlyâŚ
âSorry baby, I promised to helpâŚâ He narrowed his eyes at the nickname but shrugged it off, instead frowning. Rubbing circles into your hips.
âWho ya goinâ with?â He mumbled, burying his face into your neck. Gently pecking any skin he could get his lips on. Your shoulders shook softly as you chuckled, your fingers in his hair.
âWilliam, he asked to help pick berries so he can bake us a pie.â You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about it.
âErr William, the guy you were talkinâ to earlier? The guy who has a painfully obvious crush on ya?â He furrowed his brows questioningly, was it finally working?
You rolled your eyes, âwell yeah. That doesnât mean I canât be friends with him though, right?â He narrowed his eyes, moving his hands down to your thighs and shrugging.
âGuess so, whaâs the harm in that?â He murmured, rubbing his thumb against the flesh of your thigh. A spark of warmth pooling into your stomach at the gesture, âjusâ be careful. I trust ya, I donâ trust him though. I see the way he looks at ya.â
You sighed, slightly disappointed you couldnât wring out a bigger reaction from him. Nodding in understanding you responded, âyeah I know. But donât worry heâs a good guy, I can see it.â You lied smiling, hoping he wouldnât see through you. He squinted at your defending of William, but again he shrugged it off.
âWell alrighâ, have fun then.â He kissed your cheek, removing his hands from your thighs. The warm feeling leaving you with his hands. You stood up, closing your notebook and wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing him tenderly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back happily. His arms held you in place as his kisses moved down to your chin and onto your neck, softly suckling at the skin causing you to giggle and squeeze him back.
The knock at the door catches you both off guard, Daryl letting you go reluctantly after kissing your lips briefly. You sighed not wanting to leave him but you knew you had to if you wanted to see a jealous counterpart to your boyfriend. As you walked towards the door he gave you a small pat on your ass, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.
You grinned at him before opening the door, Williamâs eyes immediately blazing down your figure. You could hear Daryl snort behind you causing a smirk tug at the corners of your lips. Deciding to tease Daryl a bit you chuckled at William, âlike what you see?â
William was caught off guard by your comment, obviously never hearing you give in to his advances, âoh yeah very muchâŚâ You smirked, nudging William playfully.
Daryl stood still behind you, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. âYeah you bring âer back before 7 pm. Anâ donâ try anythingâ,â he said jokingly, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.
William straightened up, he was well aware of your relationship with Daryl but it never stopped him. âOf course⌠Iâll make sure sheâs well⌠taken care off.â He hovered his hand onto the small of your back, you took the opportunity and placed his hand firmly on the area. Smirking at Daryl.
âIâll see you later thenâŚâ You grinned, placing an arm around Williamâs shoulder. You cringed in your head, doing all this with William was probably fueling his desire for you. The thought sickening. But by the look on Darylâs face, it was working. His eyes narrowed, nodding slowly while he nibbled the inside of his lip. He waved to you, keeping an eye on Williamâs hand on the small of your back while he shut the door to your house.
You sighed deeply now that you were alone with William, slowly moving out of his grasp discreetly. The man grinned at you which you returned with an awkward smile. Now for the hard part, actually hanging out with this guy.

After an agonizing 3 hours of picking berries while flirting with this guy he finally brought you home, after 7 pm, just so Daryl can get a bit more angry about that. You knocked on the door, hearing heavy footsteps come closer before Daryl opens the door.
âHey⌠itâs like 8pm,â he murmured, kissing your cheek. You smiled, turning to William.
âOh well I just had soooo much fun with William, he is such a great guy!â You exclaimed over enthusiastically which Daryl found odd but he shrugged it off, eyeing the man behind you. Who was licking his lips while looking down your back.
âIs that soâŚâ Daryl mumbled skeptical of you two. The other day you were just complaining about how creepy this dude was, and now youâre talking him up like heâs the best person in this fucked up world?
Your eyes twinkled once you realized your teasing was getting to him, deciding to push it and hug William, reluctantly giving him a kiss on the cheek. He of course, hugged you back happily, his hand trailing lower down your backâŚ.
You gasped as Daryl grabbed you before William could touch you further. âOkay thaâs enough, goodbye William.â He grunted and slammed the door in his face.
You bit your lip in anticipation, looking up at Daryl who was fuming. âHunâŚ?â
âWhat the hell was that about?â He grumbled, pulling away from you. You tilted your head innocently, walking up to him.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked gently, running a hand down his chest. Which he grabbed forcefully, throwing it back.
âYou think thaâs funny?â He growled lowly, his eyes glaring at you enraged. You chuckled, not taking this seriously because it was what you wanted. Stepping towards him with a seductive look on your face.
âAww is my Daryl jealous?â You hummed playfully. He stared at you in disbelief, running his hand through his hair, a loud grunt escaping him as he paced the room. Your face dropped immediately, definitely not the reaction you expected.
âThaâs what that was about? You tryna get me jealous? Yer fuckinâ kiddinâ me girl,â he spat agitated. You just stood there looking down at your fingers, not expecting this to backfire so badly. âShoulda jusâ fucked him at that point. The asshole was practically fucking ya with his eyes.â He growled lowly, pacing around you.
âI didnât mean toââ You started softly.
âDidnât what?!â He yelled causing you to flinch, he rarely raised his voice at you. Just by this action alone you knew he really was angry, not just frustrated, pissed. Off.
âI just wanted to⌠get you angry,â you mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.
âWell ya did, happy?â He grunted, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. A stern look on his face, âI didnâ even care if ya wanted to hang out with the guy. But goinâ as far as to kiss and touch up on âim. Not fuckinâ funny. Especially when yaâve been complaininâ about him all week, whaâs wrong with you?â
âI didnât⌠actually kiss him yâknowâŚâ you argued softly, looking down ashamed of yourself.
âNot the point. Itâs the fact that you, flirted, acted invitingly, and even kissed a guy on the cheek whoâs been tryna get witâ ya, invitinâ him fer more. Hence the way he almost grabbed your ass. You led him on, purposefully to get a rise outta me.â He said through gritted teeth, his gaze piercing.
You sighed, realizing how out of line youâve been acting. Your own lustful desires leading you to act out stupidly. âIâm sorry⌠I didnât mean for this to go this far.â You whispered, looking down embarrassed.
He took your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Fury flashing through his blue eyes, his breathing heavy. âI bet,â he grumbled, harshly letting you go before walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. You stood downstairs, beating yourself up mentally for acting like an idiot. The door to your bedroom slamming shut as Daryl locked himself up upstairs.
You groaned, digging your palms into your eyes frustratingly. Not liking the outcome of this at all, instead you were left needy, ashamed, and with your boyfriend angry at you.

A few days passed and Daryl was still rightfully so angry at you, ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder. Still, you couldnât help but feel annoyed. Was he really that angry?
You found your boyfriend outside on the front porch sharpening his knife, his muscles flexing slightly by the force he used. The longer he stayed angry at you the more desperate you got. You were practically aching for his touch, to feel him against you.
âDar?â You said quietly, stepping out onto the porch. He didnât turn his head but you could see his eyes shift up towards you, grumbling something you couldnât quite make out before returning his gaze on his knife. You frowned once you realized he was ignoring you again, moving to sit down next to him, to which he immediately stood up and holstered his knife. âCan you just talk to me?â You sighed exasperated.
âDunâ wanâ âta talk.â He mumbled, stepping into the house. You followed him in, slamming the door behind you. Daryl spun around, glaring at you. âThe fuck do you wanâ?â
You scoffed, crossing your arms. âCan we just talk and be fucking mature about this?â
âYer one âta talk,â he grumbled under his breath to which you rolled your eyes at.
âI said I was sorry, I really am Daryl! But youâre being so unfair, you wonât even kiss me.â You threw your arms up before running your hands through your hair, all he did was roll his eyes and shake his head.
âWhatever, you pull thaâ shit on me then you get what you get,â he grunted before turning to head into the living room. You watched your boyfriendâs back angrily as he exited from the conversation.
âFine,â you grumbled to yourself, stomping upstairs. If he wanted to play this game then you were too, wanting to see how long itâd take for him to snap. Rummaging through your closet you decided to put on a very, very short skirt. Wondering to yourself as to why you even have this in the first place, well first time for everything. You made sure to put on a pair of panties that you knew for sure would drive Daryl crazy, finally finishing the outfit with a tight fitting tanktop. After looking at yourself in the mirror you snorted, you looked ridiculous for sure but maybe itâd work.
You made your way down the stairs quietly, walking with a little sway in your step. Daryl wasnât shy about his attraction to your body, he loved having his hands on you so you were curious to see what he would do seeing you like this. Especially having not touched you for days now. You moved swiftly into the living room where he was sitting on the couch smoking, you felt his eyes immediately shift over to your body, a shift from where he was sitting.
âWhaâ are ya wearinâ?â He grunted, his voice a slight rasp while he looked you up and down. You turned to him, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips.
âItâs a little hot today⌠sâall.â You chuckled, moving towards the disc rack. It held a lot of cds for music, the two of you never played anything because of how outdated it was but you went over to look at it anyway. Hearing the way he choked once you bent over to check out the bottom of the rack. You moved onto your knees, reaching under the rack to grab, nothing. There was nothing under the rack, but his breathing was getting heavier and you knew he would give in soon.
You sat on your knees, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. Smiling once you met his eyes, he was already looking at you with parted lips. His cigarette sat between his index and middle finger, nothing but a mere object as he already forgotten about it. His leg crossed over the other while his eyes started at your own, slowly moving down to your lips. Then the swell of your neck, down your back, and of course over to your ass which was peaking out from under your skirt. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the lace fabric of your panties, contrasting beautifully with the colour of your skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, from the look in his eyes you knew he was aroused. You just had to push him further to get him to actually act on itâŚ
You stood up slowly, making sure to flash him a little of your panties. He coughed, putting out the cigarette as you walked up to him. Slow and seductive. However he kept his eyes ahead, you wouldâve scoffed if you were still in a mood but you were far too aroused to do all that. He was stubborn and you praised him for it, after all you were both the same. You lightly traced your fingers up his forearm, towards his bicep, and then over his shoulder. Standing behind him as you leaned down next to his ear, âwhatâs that look for?â You whispered low and sultry.
âWhaâ do you think yer doinâ?â He murmured quietly, his breathing shortening. You smirked, placing a soft kiss under his ear, his breath hitching as you do that. â(Y/N).â He said lowly, your hands moving from his shoulders and down the front of his chest, slowly making your way down to his belt. Looking over his shoulder and noticing the huge bulge in his pants, a sense of pride flowing through your body at the effect you had on him. He uncrossed his legs due to the tightness in his pants, groaning softly as your hands moved down towards his thighs, teasingly avoiding his erection.
âIâm not doing anything,â you whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder back onto the couch. His breathing shallow and hot while one of your hands moved towards the erection.
âDonât.â He muttered, grabbing your wrist. He flicked your hand back away from his crotch, suddenly getting up and turning to face you. His eyes were narrowed and full of fury, but most importantly. Lust.
His piercing blue eyes looked at you with a hungry gaze, stepping around the couch to stand closer to you. Nibbling the inside of his lip as he stared at you, especially your exposed thighs. He abruptly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder carelessly, causing you to shout out in protest. âDaryl! Put me down!â
âShut it.â He growled lowly which for sure shut you up quickly. He moved through the house with ease, walking up the stairs and making his way towards your shared bedroom. His fingers dug into your thighs possessively which drew out your excitement even more, wondering what he would do to you. He walked into the bedroom with you over his shoulders, shutting the door with his foot and throwing you onto the bed, eliciting a small yelp from you. Your eyes were wide when you met his own, his jaw clenched at the sight of you laying on the bed in the provocative outfit. He grunted, crawling onto the bed and up to you. Rough and calloused hands gripping onto your thighs as he pushed them apart, a raspy groan leaving his mouth as he saw your soaked panties. âThis whatchaâ want?â He murmured with a hint of amusement, running a finger over your slick covered panties.
âDaryl,â you gasped, closing your eyes. His free hand shot up to grab your face harshly, your eyes opening in shock.
âYou look at me, ya ainât gettinâ outta this one easily girl.â He drawled, letting go of your face as he removed his finger from your panties, âand I donâ wanna hear a word from thaâ pretty little mouth of yours unless I say so, ya hear me?â You nodded slowly as you met his intense gaze.
âGood girl,â he murmured which had you throbbing around nothing. His hands grabbed at the collar of your tanktop, ripping it off your body easily. You gasped, wanting to scold him for ripping it but you kept quiet as to not anger him even more. His eyes rolled back in arousal when he saw you werenât wearing a bra underneath the top, âsuch a fuckinâ tease.â His hands groped at your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch as you let out a quiet moan. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on one of them, licking around the bud before biting down harshly. A loud groan left your lips, causing him to growl and pull away.
Your eyes searched for his while you panted softly from the loss, his hands gripping your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips and lifting them up so your ass hung up in the air. âHold yerself up baby,â he grunted. You did as you were told, placing your hands underneath you and onto the bed while pushing yourself up so you were on your hands and knees. Blushing profusely from the position you were in, trying to turn your head to look back at him. He slapped your ass once, a groan escaping you at the contact before his hands started pulling off your skirt, tossing it onto the floor haphazardly leaving you in your lace panties.
He sat up on his knees, teasingly running two fingers over the waistband, lifting it off your skin only to let it go and have it snap against your hips. You jolted slightly, one of his hands rubbing your ass softly before slapping it again. He leaned closer towards your ear, biting your earlobe before whispering gruffly, âdonâ think âm gonna be gentle tonight. No, you got yerself into this.â
You whimpered as he pulled away, a big hand grabbing at the crotch of your panties and ripping them apart. The same hand running its fingers through your slick causing you to moan, your arms shaking momentarily. It didnât take long before two thick fingers plunged themselves into your tight entrance, the sudden intrusion causing you to cry out, âDaryl! Wait!â
âShut up,â he grunted. Forcing his fingers in and out of you roughly, the pain mixed with pleasure only made you wetter, groaning softly. The obscene noises of his fingers thrusting into you at that speed echoed through the small space of your bedroom, your moans getting louder as you got closer to your orgasm.
But just as you were about to reach that sweet release he yanked his fingers out of you, bringing them up to you and shoving them into your mouth. Immediately your tastebuds were met with the taste of your own arousal, âsuck.â He growled lowly to which you obliged, sucking on his fingers that were covered in your juices. He groaned as your tongue slithered between his two fingers in your mouth, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.
He removed his fingers, moving behind you once more and giving you a little tap on your bum. While you kept your head straight forward, looking at the wooden headboard. You heard the clink of his belt being undone, soon pulled out of his belt loops. You breathed heavily out of your nose once you heard the sound of the belt being tossed aside, hitting the floor with a slight thud. The heat pooling between your legs was getting hotter, throbbing with need as you waited patiently. Your arms were burning from holding yourself up while your stomach swirled with anxiety and excitement.
You heard him shuffle behind you, his pants soon joining the rest of the garments on the floor. His eyes were on you the entire time, though you couldn't see it, you could feel it. By the way his breathing deepened seeing your pussy clench at nothing, the way a low purr sounded from the back of his throat, and the way your skin burned from his lustful gaze. When it got a little too silent you turned your head back, you eyes immediately meeting his. He peered at you through his eyebrows, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up over his elbows. Biting your lip when you saw his forearms, sprinkled with random tattoos here and there. Ones youâd kiss over when he'd make gentle love to you, but it would be different this time.
You couldn't look any lower from the position you were in, settling to look back at the headboard. Which had definitely seen better days. A small gasp left your lips when his large hands suddenly grabbed at your hips, engulfing them completely. His touch wasn't gentle. His calloused hands rubbed at your hips harshly, squeezing and pinching your sides resulting in you mewling softly from the tinge of pain. Suddenly, a slap sounded through the room as his thick cock landed on your ass. A low groan escaping him as he slowly rocked himself against you, rubbing his length between your asscheeks.
âDarylâŚ.â You whined, moving your hips back against his cock. His hand made contact with your ass again, the slap echoing through the room as he pulled his cock away from your ass.
âWhaâ did I say?â He drawled lowly, rubbing the area he just smacked, spanking you once more causing you to jolt. âAnswer me.â
You whimpered at the sting, your skin turning a bright red. âNo speaking unless askedâŚâ
He spanked you again on the same buttock, eliciting a moan from you this time. âSee? Ya know the rules so why do ya not listen?â He tutted you, hitting your other buttock. He sighed, placing his thumbs on the folds of your pussy, spreading them and teasing a finger at your entrance. Just circling it around, not entering you. âYer such a bad girl.â
You whined, trying to push back on his fingers, desperate for something to ease the ache in your core. He pulled back once again, slapping your pussy. The action sending a wave of pleasure through your body though it was harsh, a quiet mewl slipping out your mouth. Your arms were slowly getting tired of holding yourself up, moving down to your elbows which made your back arch. He grunted, running a hand down your back and into your hair before suddenly gripping it, pulling you up harshly against his chest. You cried out in pain, his lips against your ear while his fingers remained gripped in your hair. âYer not listening again. I told ya to hold yerself up, so do it.â
He threw you back down, your eyes teary as you placed your hands down again to hold yourself up. His hands found place on your hips again, the rough feel of his palm against your skin made you shiver. One hand left you to grab his cock, teasing it around your clit. âYa wanâ me to fuck ya, donâcha?â He murmured teasingly after hearing your impatient whines. He chuckled, finding your desperation amusing. âThis is whaâ ya wanted, isnâ it?â He slapped the tip of his cock upwards against your clit, your wetness only fueling the sensation further.
âSo fuckinâ wet,â he murmured, circling his tip around your entrance. The longer he teased you, the more you were willing to speak up. You moved back on him, his cock slipping into you slightly before he hissed and pulled out.
âJesus fucking christ can you just fuck me already?â You snapped, earning a spank from him once again. You groaned, already sick of his teasing. âDaryl if you donâtââ
He suddenly shoved his whole length into you, the stretch painful as he started thrusting in and out of you hard. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, crying out. âIf I donâ? Yer just gonna find someone else to fuck ya?â He growled gruffly, his hips snapping against yours.
Pleasure soon overpowered the pain, a loud moan ripping itself out of you. He groaned in response, squeezing your hips as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, making an erotic symphony that heightened the both of your arousals. âNot gonna answer me? Youâd jusâ let anyone fuck ya huh?â He grunted, the tip of his dick hitting closer towards your sweet spot.
You cried out once again, tears of pleasure brimming at your waterline, shaking your head at his question. Your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets below you, your biceps burning which made you just want to drop down onto the bed while he fucked you senseless. His fingers found themselves in your hair again, tugging you upwards so your back was against his chest, growling into your ear.
âWhaâ was thaâ? Youâd let anyone fuck ya, righâ?â He grunted, thrusting up into your sweet spot, eliciting a loud whine out of you. âYer such a filthy slut, ya know thaâ?â He bit at your neck, leaving a mark that was going to be hard to cover.
You clenched around his cock at his words, shaking your head slightly while he tugged your head back further against his shoulder. âNoâŚâ You moaned weakly, the pain from him pulling your hair was even more arousing than you thought. The tears in your eyes spilling over and down your cheeks.
âYeah yer mine⌠This pussy?â He mumbled, reaching down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arching as you cried out in ecstasy. âThis pussy is mine, only mine ya hear me?â He let out a primal growl, tugging your hair once more.
âYes! Yes Daryl only yours!â You cried out pathetically, your walls clamping down on his cock as it moved in and out of you at a punishing speed. He grunted approvingly, releasing his grip on your hair which caused you to fall over, landing straight onto your face into the pillows. His hands then gripping at your ribcage, just under your breasts as he pounded deep into you, hitting that same spot over and over again. âFuck⌠Oh shit, Daryl..â You whined into the pillows, the bed creaking under the movements.
He pulled you up again, his hands still under your breasts while he whispered in your ear. âYa gonna be a good slut for me now?â He grunted lowly, you nodded vigorously as moans continued to escape your mouth. âNo one can fuck you like I can.â And with that he held you just enough to push himself deeper into you, making sure you feel every inch of his cock invading your tight heat.
The small space of your bedroom soon shifted into a safe, intimate haven in which you two created. Full of your moans and his grunts, skin slapping against skin, while the bed rocked under your movements. You felt a familiar feeling building up and you knew you were close, clenching around him as your moans got whinier and breathy.
He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him, thrusting deeper into you. You whined at the feeling, anticipating the soreness youâd feel in the morning. âDarylâŚâ You whined, âIâm gonna cum.â
He growled, pulling you up against his chest again, a hand near your throat while the other moved between your thighs. âYa really think ya deserve to cum?â He groaned, his breathing a little ragged from his own orgasm building up. His fingers moved to play at your clit again, tugging it as he thrusted sloppily into you. âGo on.â
You mewled softly, turning your head to his. He grunted, his lips meeting yours messily. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring the depths of it while bringing you both closer to the edge. You bit his lip, earning a whimper from him as your walls clenched around his cock, reaching your climax. His hands jumped up to your breasts while you screamed in ecstasy, pulling your nipples while speeding up his pace.
Your back arched, the pleasure getting overwhelming as he continued to delve deeper, abusing that sweet spot inside of you. âFuck! Daryl too much!â You cried, reaching back and grabbing his hips. But it didnât stop him.
âI told ya, ya arenâ gettinâ out of this easily,â he grunted, his hips maintaining his pace while you felt something else squirt out of you. The slippery liquid slipped out of your pussy, slithering down the base of his cock and onto the bedsheets. A rough moan tearing through your throat before collapsing down onto the bed, feeling him pump his cum into you.
âHoly shit,â he murmured, stilling inside of you as he emptied out inside your cunt. He chuckled, pulling out of you and letting the rest of your body fall onto the now wet sheets. âHavenât seen ya do that before,â he sighed, patting your ass before falling down next to you. âYa got whaâcha wanted?â
You looked at him tiredly, the tears on your face dried, your voice too hoarse to even respond. Settling for a gentle nod and a small, âI win.â He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning back and closing his eyes. He was also extremely exhausted.
You lay there, unable to move and felt his cum slowly drip out of you. It almost felt uncomfortable but you couldnât be bothered to get up and clean yourself, wanting to lay there and sink into the sheets. You sighed contently, scooting closer to him and burying your face into his chest. He grumbled, his arm wrapping itself lazily over your waist. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you felt the rush of satisfaction. Sure you were going to feel absolute pain once you woke up, and maybe you wouldnât be able to walk or speak for a while. Nevertheless you had finally got yourself fucked rough by a jealous Daryl, who was no longer mad and pushing you away. The issues led up to something amazing for the both of you. Maybe you should get him angry more often.
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Daddy's Home | Part 1
â§Â Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader â§Â Era: Season 5 (Alexandria) â§Â Pronouns: she/her â§Â Warnings: SMUT (18+)âoral sex (male receiving), dominant-ish Daryl, doggystyle, so much dirty talk, like one tiny spank (just a little one), mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, oh yeah and DADDY KINK, language â§Â Word Count: 4.3k
â§Â Summary: When Daryl comes back home from a week away, he doesn't want to sleep. He just wants you.
â§Â A/N: Ok so yes I know the title is ridiculous, but like... what else was I gonna call this oneshot ok? Anyway, here's some major daddy kink. Like a lot of daddy kink. Daryl is just daddy. Sorry but he is. I can't explain it. Actually, yes I can. He's a protector, a provider, a big softie. He's a daddy, and I don't even have daddy issues but just let me have this. Goodbye I am never showing my face here again. <;3 Also I simply cannot get over how hot he is in this gif holy mother of god.
The quiet was nice, late nights in Alexandria, gentle summer breeze prickling at your skin. It was nice to leave your bedroom window open through the night. Daryl hated it, always going on about how someone could climb the trellis outside your window and sneak in while you slept, but when he was gone, youâd indulge yourself in that one simple luxury.
When he told you that he was Alexandriaâs newest recruiter, you knew youâd be in for some lonely nights ahead. Still, you also knew Daryl was the best man for the jobâyouâd seen him bring dozens of people to the prison, providing them shelter while expecting nothing in return, and then going out the next morning to do it all over again. That was when he wasnât going out on his hunts to find food for everyone, often bringing home the biggest deer youâd ever seen, until heâd do it again next week, and bring home an even bigger one.
Yes, there was no doubt about itâDaryl knew what he was doing out there, but it didnât stop you from worrying about him. Missing him. So while the quiet was, indeed, nice, you still could not get used to being alone, in this perfect little suburban townhouse, waiting.Â
Your waiting became so monotonous, sitting up in your bed and reading another old Agatha Christie novel, that you decided, at length, to migrate downstairs, the living room. When Daryl would come home, you thought, youâd greet him right away. That was how much you were anticipating his arrival.Â
One week was nothing, really, but it was the longest youâd been apart since knowing each other, and with the world the way it was, a lot could happen in seven days. A lot of bad, bad things.Â
So you flicked on the lamp, snuggled yourself into a knitted blanket, and curled up on the sofa, book in hand as you let out a quiet huff. âDarylâŚâ you said to yourself, scanning your book to relocate the exact sentence where you left off. âWhere are you, you big meatball.â
Your nervous jitters only worsened with the passing hour, your legs shaking involuntarily, your finger tapping on the edge of the book, your toes wiggling nonstop. All you needed was the sound of that bike, that big, stupid bike. That would ease your fretful heart. Well, what would really make you happy was seeing that man of yours, no doubt in need of a shower, but still, your man nonetheless.Â
Speak of the Devil, as they say, and he doth appear.
It started out as just a distant hum, perking your ears and making your spine straighten in anticipation. Still frozen, you listened intently. A rumble, now, mechanical and getting louder with each second your heart began to beat faster. At one fateful moment, the roar of the makeshift machine was at its highest volume, and before you could even stand, a bright beam of white light shone through the blinds of the front window.Â
All at once, the light and the rumble ceased, punctuated by a low huff, followed by an exasperated grunt. Heavy footsteps plodded along in a familiar patternâyou even recognized the sound of his no doubt mud-caked boots scraping against the edge of the steps leading to the front porch. You could only hope that this time, heâd take the extra precaution of removing his boots before he stepped over the threshold.Â
There was a spring in your step, you wrapping the terry cloth fabric of your robe over your chest as you flitted towards the front door. Finally, you stood just a few feet back, your eyes transfixed on the shiny bronze doorknob. Inevitably, a wide grin made your cheeks swell until they almost ached, but the wait was worth it.Â
When he came through the door, his head was hanging low, until he felt your presence. Lifting his gaze, he met your great big smile with a smaller one, though the movement of his body betrayed him. The door shut with a strong thud, just before he stepped forward to let his crossbow fall from his shoulder. With a soft grunt under his breath, he buried his nose in the warmth of your shoulder, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.Â
For a good while, he stayed like that, only taking in the sensory relief you provided himâyour faint scent of rose, your softness, your tender chuckle as your hands rubbed in vertical motions up and down his aching back. Despite the rigidity of his tired muscles, he melted into you, letting himself bask in the comfort you provided him. To hold him like this was nothing short of a ritual between you two, whenever you were apart for long enough to begin missing each other to the point of near grief.Â
A man like Darylâwhoâd been through so much as he had, whoâd seen so much and had still so much room in his heart to give of himself to othersâdeserved to be held the way you held him. Few people in this world had a heart as big as him, though he did not show it in ways most people would recognize. He showed it in acts of service, in providing for people who could not provide for themselves, in the ones he loved safe. It was what you always adored about him: how he gave of himself, and expected nothing in return.Â
âHey, there, tough guy.â Daryl buried his face deeper into you, now snug in the crook of your neck, where he caught the scent of your perfume, applied much earlier in the day, yet still lingering sweetly. Though you adored how much he clung to you, you longed so much to see his face. Your hands grabbed a hold of either side of his head to lift his gaze to yours.Â
As usual, his disheveled hair hung low over his forehead, obscuring one of your favorite features of hisâhis eyes. Between strips of tattered brown curtains, you could make out the blue-grey hue of his irises. Pushing them back, you smiled again at those deep-set pools of silvery cobalt blue. You always found their mystery to be intriguing.Â
âHow are you?â you asked, though you knew from the state of him that he mustâve been exhausted. He hadnât even muttered a word, and yet the more prominent than usual bags under his eyes spoke for him. âYou must be tired, hon. Letâs get you in bed.â
But as you turned towards the staircase, a firm grip pulled you back by the wrist, until you were in his arms now, laughing at his sudden burst of energy. Despite your amusement, he did not smile, only looked at you with a heavy, dark gaze, and a lick of his lips.
In your surprise, you hadnât even noticed that both of his hands were now wrapped around each wrist, so tight that you nearly feared heâd cut off your circulation.Â
Something was wrong, had to have been. Youâd never seen him so⌠intense. Of course, Daryl could often be intense, when he was angry especially, but this wasnât that. Anger was something you could recognize in Daryl. Heâd never directed it towards you, but you knew it, and this was something different.Â
âAre⌠are you feeling okay, sweetie?â
Silence, just that gaze holding you hostage, and a heat rising from his body that you couldâve sworn caused a bead of sweat to form on your brow.Â
Now he was scaring you.Â
âDaryl?âÂ
Your voice tempted him further. If only you knew just how much he missed you, how much he needed you. A week was too long. A week without you, a week without your touch, a week without your sweet, dulcet voice. And oh, how that voice awoke in him a terrible burning, a conflagration of deadly proportions, a fire that could only be extinguished by the one he loved.Â
Entranced by his stare, you hadnât noticed that he had you pinned against the wall, his strong, heaving chest keeping you there.Â
And when he pressed himself against you, you knew. It was obvious, the way he nearly thrusted into you.Â
When you realized what he wanted, you felt a wave of relief wash over you: he needed you just as much as you had needed him the past week. From the night he left, youâd not stopped thinking of him, and when youâd turn in your bed to feel for him, and he wasnât there, the ache for him only worsened.Â
There was no way in Hell, though, you were going to initiate sex when he got home. You knew heâd be tired, and a good nightâs rest was what he needed before you even thought of asking him to make love to you, but now, with that wild look in his eyes, that hungry snarl in his lip, that flare in his nostrils, that beating of his heartâŚÂ
âOh,â you sighed, your teeth biting back your lower lip as your eyes trailed up and down his body. With your hands finally free, you ran them up his arms, letting them settle on the broad, firm shoulders you loved so much.Â
For just a moment, he leaned forward, forehead and tip of his nose meeting yours. With his hardening cock beginning to dig between your thighs, and his vaguely tobacco tinged musk tickling your senses, you could only utter one word.Â
A soft, nearly whimpering mewl: âDaddy.â
By the time he got you to the sofa, each of you were already panting, hands moving relentlessly as you both clawed for any part of each otherâs body you could get your hands on. Your mouths worked tirelessly, tongues spinning sloppily around the otherâs in your haste to finally have each other again.Â
When you successfully removed his leather angel-winged vest, you worked on unbuttoning his black shirt, but his hands stopped you.Â
âNeed your mouth,â he said.Â
Leaning back on the sofa with a low grunt, he began unbuckling his belt, while you slotted yourself between his legs, hands massaging his clothed thighs, thick and flexing against your palm.Â
When his cock sprang out of its confines, youâd already stripped yourself of your underwear and your robe. In only a transparent silk nightgown, your hips swayed instinctively as you watched his hand begin to stroke himself, up and down the long, thick shaft youâd come to know and love so much.Â
âCome âere.â His hands reached out to grab either side of your head, bringing you down to his cock. Panting lips began to drool a bead of saliva down the side of his growing erection. Knowing what he wanted, of course, you took the reddened, swelling tip into your mouth, much to his immediate relief.
âFuck.â As your mouth slid a little lower, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. His grip on your hair tightened as his head fell back on the arm of the sofa, a soft breath of your name on his lips.Â
Returning to watch you, he lifted your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tilting his head to get a better look at you, your eyes fluttering up to meet his gaze.
âPretty angel.â Even just the utterance of that affectionate pet name made you feel an overwhelming need to touch yourself. With your free hand, you lifted your nightgown to slot your fingers between warm, velvety folds of aching flesh. âYa look so good like this⌠Suckinâ on Daddyâs cock.â
It was somewhat of a tradition now, using that phrase, though only in the context of sex, in your most private, intimate moments. It was silly, you knew it, and he knew it, too, but you both found it excruciatingly sexy all the same. It was sacred in that youâd probably die of embarrassment if anyone else besides Daryl knew of your little⌠kink.
But neither of you could quite help it, you adoring his strong, protective nature, and him just finding it so alluringly sinful. Guilty pleasure type of thing, with emphasis on pleasure.
And besides, his dirty talk was sex all on its own.Â
As your mouth took him in progressively deeper, your fingers moved faster, increasing the friction against your sensitive spot, then slowly dipping down into the embrace of your entrance.Â
Not only could he admire your mouth, and your sweet soft moans, but he could watch your fingers enter you, your hand shaking as you penetrated yourself to match the rhythm you knew he liked when he had his cock in you.
âLove when you fuck yourself like that.â He only wished he was the one doing it. âYou thinkinâ of me?â
Well, it was hard not to think of him, with his cock in your mouth.Â
Taking the opportunity to catch your breath, you answered him. âYes, Daddy.â
His hands pulled you back down onto his cock, your lips forced open by his tip. âJust donât make yourself come,â he said. âThatâs for me.â
Yes, Daddy.Â
Sliding over your tongue, his cock dug deeper, towards the back of your mouth. Going down on him was always a bit of a challenge, given just how big he was, but the weight of him inside you, wherever that may be, was far more rewarding. And when you got to feel that little twitch, his cock moving all on its own as it begged for release⌠It only made you suck harder, sliding your mouth up and down, taking him in deeper until you were nearly gagging.Â
But he liked that, the sound of you struggling just a little to take all of him. Daryl was a sensitive man, yes, but he was still a manâproud of his big cock, even if he was insecure in most other areas. At least he was big, and at least he knew how to use it.Â
With his hand on the back of your head, firm, but still gentle enough to let you up if you needed it, he pushed you down just a bit more, hearing your gag become more guttural, more strangled. It did not hurt, though. It only turned you on, your fingers curling inside you to tickle that special spot, and your other hand fondling his balls, tightly drawn to the underside of the base of his cock.Â
For several moments, the only sounds coming from either of you were your strained groans, his slipping from between his agape lips, yours muffled by his length filling your entire mouth. Between those sounds of pleasure were the sloppy squelches of your lips soaking him with your saliva. You were always so messy when you went down on him, but how could you not be? His cock provided you no room to lick up your drool, stuffing you until your spit had nowhere else to go but down his veiny, hard length.
Of course, heâd have to tease you about it, how sloppy you were. âMessy girl,â he said, his hand gripping your hair to pull back your bangs. You fluttered your eyes open to meet his, and you were greeted by his crooked smile, with just a sliver of those shiny teeth showing. âGettinâ Daddy all wet, huh? Nice and wet so I can fuck you good.â
Yes, Daddy.
Eyes rolling back slightly, he bucked his hips up with a jolt, your sucking beginning to tip him over the edge. Just in time, too, for your hand was getting tired of rubbing, and you needed him to finish you off.
âF-fuck, angel. Imma need ya to get that pussy ready for me.â
Whatever he wanted, youâd give him. After all, you were his good girl. Always his good girl. You couldnât think of a time youâd ever been a bad girl for him. Daddy deserved his good girl.
Yes, you were a good girl, but you could still be⌠needy.
âOh, Daddy.â Now straddling his waist, your fingers went straight for the first button on his shirt. âWant you.â He loved when you whined, just a little, and when you were so needy for him that you couldnât quite make out a completely proper sentence. âWant your shirt off.â
He let you undo just a few buttons, exposing the hairs on his chest that drove you crazy, made you want to feel those wiry hairs between your pursed lips as you trailed your kisses all over his broad chest, made so strong and big by all the manual labor he did, and that heavy crossbow he always used.Â
That very same strength pulled at your wrists, then raised you up only to lay you down, sprawled out on the other side of the couch. Now he hovered over you, the tip of his cock hanging down to be tickled by the fabric of your blush pink nightie. He always liked pink on you, matched the color of your cheeks when he talked so dirty to you, made you feel like a whore, but not in a disrespectful way. Never in a disrespectful way.
Besides, you knew you were more than that to him. You knew he loved you. Two years together, through some of the most abject pain and suffering imaginable, would do that. But in moments like this, it felt good to be just his personal whore, whom he happened to love very, very much.
Tenderness blossomed between your lips and his, where he kissed you so deeply, so sweetly. And yet, you still clawed at his shirt, your fingers begging for him to let you see his gorgeous body, after so long away from him.
âShit,â he laughed into your mouth. Sitting up, he began to undo the rest of the buttons, then peeled off his shirt with his chest puffed up, clearly a bit cocky. When your hands shot up to grasp at his pecs, the faded ink of the tattoo above his left nipple having taunted you, he chuckled again.
âDaddy,â you laughed back, your voice a drawn out, dramaticized whine. âCome on.âÂ
Now you were testing him, and he held back the rest of his laughter to put on a stern, domineering face. âHey, now. Be a good girl.â
He felt your thighs squeeze together underneath him, and your hips jolting upwards. He knew what you wanted, and heâd give it to you, but this position wasnât quite right.Â
With a breathy grunt, he grabbed you by your waist, flipping you over, then lifting your bottom until it was sticking out at just the right angle. Lifting your nightie, he licked his lips to watch you move your hips from side to side, as if to taunt him.Â
âCute little ass,â he practically cooed. Leaning over you, his chest pressed firmly to your back, he nuzzled his nose against your pillowy cheek. All the while, you felt his hand slide between your now nearly dripping wet folds. Eyes closed softly, you hummed a soft whimper at the feeling. His hands were always different from yours, so much bigger, stronger, rougher. Youâd never felt a touch quite like his, and part of it was because he touched you with such tenderness, even if he tried to manhandle you a little. He was still always gentle, somehow.
In the most honeyed, silky, yet scratchy, voice, he rasped in a whisper, âDid ya miss me, angel?âÂ
âYes⌠Daddy, I missed you so, so much.â
âMm, I missed you, too. So much.â
Finally, you felt his tip just barely graze your hole. Not only was he torturing you, he was torturing himself, but he loved it. He needed it, otherwise he was sure his peak of pleasure would go away just as fast as it would come. With you, in this moment, he needed to prolong the desire as much as he could. He could feel it coming soon, though, that tensing in his muscles, that tingling in the pit of his stomach, that twitching that made his cock seem to bounce against your folds on its own accord.Â
As he slid further into you, you felt his lips find the back of your neck, where he left little kisses the more he sank into you. It felt so good to feel him again, that fullness. It was a feeling only he could give you, his unique way of moving, his cock fitting so perfectly inside you.Â
Underneath your nightgown, his hands found your breasts. Tense, strong fingers curled like claws at the soft tissue. Even in his dreams, of which he had many while he was away, he could not recreate that textureâthat pillowy soft flesh swelling against his fingers. And the inside of you, the warmth and tightness that hugged his cock and accepted him with each pass, in and out.Â
Soon, he leaned back to watch your body envelope his, the shiny, milky coating of your arousal making it easier to slip in and out of you, his hips thrusting in ever increasing speed.
âDaddyâŚâÂ
God, he loved being called that. Much more than he shouldâve. But, then again, heâd probably find you sexy even if you were calling him âdickhead.â He really didnât mind, as long as you were calling him something.Â
âMm, angel⌠Daddyâs here now, sweetheart.â He delivered a harder, stronger thrust, pulling a loud, strangled moan out from deep inside of you. âThat feel good?â
âFuck, yes!âÂ
As if to praise you, he delivered just a small, weak slap to your bum. That was about as hard as he was willing to spank you, given how much he hated the idea of hurting you, but he knew you liked it, and he liked it, too, the clench of your body from the slap making him jolt forward.Â
âTakinâ it good⌠Real good.â
With one hand still squeezing your breast, the other now drawing tight circles over your clit, he made your lips tremble and your muscles tighten as you began to approach the height of pleasure. You could feel it, just on the brink of release. And he felt it, too, which was why he pulled himself out of you, flipping you over again like a ragdoll.Â
You were startled when he pulled you down by your ankles, until you were closer to him. He gave his fingers a good, long lick, then let them sink into you, where his cock had left you stretched wide open and dripping wet.Â
Three fingers. Three thick, strong fingers, curling up inside you, making you writhe and groan as your hands shot up to grasp at his shoulders. Through half-lidded eyes, you watched his neck bulge with the strain of trying to keep himself from coming, and it only aroused you moreâthose muscles flexing and throbbing and burning underneath hot, sweat-dripping skin, tanned by days on end out in the sun.Â
What he needed so badly was his own release, after so long of working so hard out there, risking his life for the good of Alexandria. As his forearm and biceps flexed with every push of his fingers inside of you, his chest heaved harder and harder, while you reached between your legs to find his cock. With your hand pulling on his length, and your walls clenching around his fingers as your release reached a tipping point, you both would soon be giving each other much needed relief.Â
âDaddy,â you sighed, tugging harder on his cock as frustration overtook you. The closer you got to orgasm, the more you couldnât wait any longer. âMake me come⌠I wanna come.â
âAh, angel⌠Iâm gonna come, too.â
Just moments later, you tensed and gasped and writhed and moaned, rocking your hips upward as his fingers stayed inside you, squeezed by your contracting walls. âOh, Daddy!â
He leaned forward to lay on top of you, his sturdy weight keeping you in place as you rode out your high, soaking his fingers with your arousal. The heat of your cheek seemed to burn his lips as he kissed you there, then rubbed his button nose in delicate circles to soothe you. âYeah⌠Daddyâs got ya, sweetheart.â
With your hand still tugging on him, he gasped a heavy breath, spilling out over you right then and there, his hips thrusting into your hand in desperate, sloppy motions. The orgasm was so strong that he lost his composure for a moment, his head falling into your chest as he groaned your name, over and over and over again.Â
And now he freed his hand, using it to rub up and down the sides of your torso, your skin like fine silk under his worn, calloused fingers. In his hair were your hands, massaging his scalp the way you knew he liked, until he lifted his head to offer you a gentle smile.Â
âMm, Iâll never get tired of that.â
You tilted your head with a wide grin. âI didnât think youâd want to do it tonight. I thought youâd be exhausted.â
He breathed a low huff before rolling over onto his side. You did the same, letting him hold you with his chest pressed firmly to your back. There wasnât much room on that tiny couch, but you made it work. After all, even if you were in bed upstairs, youâd probably still be this close to each other, clinging for dear life, never wanting to be separated again, though you knew someday youâd have to.
âI am,â he said. âJust⌠I dunno, needed you, sâall.â Observant as he was, he took notice of your shivering, and reached back to grab the knitted blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch. He covered the both of you, then tucked his chin into your shoulder, where it seemed to fit perfectly. âMissed ya so much, could hardly stand beinâ without you.â
Even now, after you thought youâd be used to his sweet words, he still had a way of sending those butterflies aflutter. âWell, now youâre back home.â
That sounded so good to himâback home.
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cw: fluff, basically daryl being soft for you. (fem!reader x daryl dixon) 776 wc
DARYL DIXON had no idea what to do when it came to someone like you. to say the least, he didnât quite understand you. you had proved countless times you could take care of yourself, so you werenât weak by any means. still, there were small things that made him really question you.
after darylâs group got settled into alexandria, they had many new faces to meet, including yours. even though he wouldnât admit it, daryl was instantly drawn to you. with rosy cheeks, long eyelashes and an innocent smile, he just couldnât help it. he began to notice small things about you, like the clothes and accessories you wore. although your closet was obviously limited, you always tried your best to make your appearance seem fuller. sometimes you found pieces of cloth or silk, to which you would make bows out of to place in your hair. sometimes you made jewelry, even making a bracelet for daryl. you werenât really expecting him to wear it, but he did.
one day, you asked daryl if you could join him on a supply run. ânah, i ainât babysittinâ.â he said in a grainy voice as he lit the cigarette between his lips. you didnât let up though, using those big puppy-dog eyes to plead with him. âdamnit girl, donât âya ever listen?â he grunted, but eventually gave in.
on the way back, unknowingly to both of you, a walker that been stuck in the leaves grabs your shoe and causes you to trip. daryl quickly shoots the creature with an arrow and helps you up. he watches as you grab his hand and gain back your balance. he can tell youâre flustered, as your cheeks grow darker than normal and you fail to meet his eyes. a shy thing, you could be sometimes. he studies you as you thank him and stutter an apology for not watching where you step.
instinctively, you touch your neck where your necklace rests, only thereâs no necklace. panic begins to build and daryl can see it written all over your face. âyou okay?â you look up at him, shaking your head. âmy necklaceâŚâ your hand begins to shake a little, and daryl realizes. youâve worn the same necklace since he first met you, a rusty gold chain with a heart shaped locket. he heard you speak about it to carl once, explaining how it had a picture of your family in it. you drop to your knees and start looking for it, daryl about to join you when you both hear growling in the distance. a herd is coming your way, daryl realizes and touches your shoulder. âhey kid, we gotta go.â he tells you, but you shake your head and continue to search. daryl watches as the herd moves closer, his frustration building as youâre putting yourself in danger. âget yer ass up girl, we gotta go.â he pulls you up, yet his gaze softens when he sees the tears that have already fell down your soft cheeks. âdaryl, i canât-â you start, but heâs already pulling you both out of the way of the herd and back to alexandria.
a few days pass, and all daryl can think about is you and that damn necklace. you havenât been the same since you guys returned, and everyone has noticed. usually, youâre the most talkative person in alexandria, but recently youâve only been speaking when you have to. daryl winces when he thinks about it, absolutely hating the fact that youâre any kind of upset. after stealing a glance of you through your window and seeing the sullen expression on your face, he grabs his crossbow and heads into the woods. a couple hours later, he finds himself standing at your doorstep.
he knocks, and you answer with a soft smile. âhi daryl.â
âuh,â he clears his throat, holding his hand out with the gold necklace in it. âi had to fix the chain but the locket is still intac-â you cut him off as you throw your arms around his neck and embrace him with a hug. âdaryl!â his eyes widen as he stands, unsure what to do with his own arms as he registers the body pressed against his own. âthankyouthankyouthankyou!â you pull back, taking the necklace from his hand and clasping it around your neck. you look down at it before you place a kiss on darylâs cheek. his stubble tickles you and you give a slight giggle, pulling him in for another hug. heâs taken back at first, but eventually wraps his own hands around your frame.
âyou sure are stronger than âya look, huh, girl?â
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âEatingâ
Daryl Dixon x reader
WARNINGS: 18+ obviously!! Smut! Oral (mtf)!! Fingering!! Rough Daryl <3
You gasped breathlessly and held the sides of your face in pleasure.
âDarryllâŚ. Please, Daryl - Oh!â He plunged a finger deep inside of you, after teasing your clit with his tongue for almost 10 minutes.
âThat what you want? Whiney little bitch.â He spat, kissing your thigh, and licking his way back up to your clit.
âPlease, please, Daryl, another one!â You whined from above him, running your hands through his greasy hair. He chuckled softly and moaned into your pussy, giving you what you wanted and adding another finger. He pulled his tongue off of your clit and replaced it with his thumb.
His other hand reached up and grabbed your face, forcing you to look at what was happening in between your legs, how wet you looked, how much of Darylâs spit was just sitting there, from earlier. You moaned at the sight, making Daryl smile smugly at you.
âLook at how dirty you got, sweetheart.â He tsked, pumping his fingers in and out of you and curling them. You were so close to your orgasm that your eyes were crossing. âI wanna smell you on my fingers later, baby girl. Donât be shy. Cum for me. Make a mess on your manâs fingers.â
âDaryl!â You moaned loudly, clenching down on him.
âDaryl!â You both heard Rick shout simultaneously from outside of the upstairs window of the bedroom you two were in.
You came on Darylâs fingers, your body shaking and tears brimming your eyes from the sensitivity. Daryl kept pumping his fingers, licking at your clit with the flat of his tongue one last time.
âGet dressed and come see what Rick wants with me. Now.â He demanded. You got up on shaky legs and got your dress from the edge of the bed, slipping it back on, not bothering to put anything else on. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to fix it the best you could.
Daryl hopped downstairs, ahead of you. He waited at the door for you,
âDaryl!â Another shout from outdoors.
âCominâ, Rick! Hold your damn horses.â He muttered back, holding the front door open for you. You exited, receiving a smile and a tip of his head from Rick.
âY/n.â He greeted.
âRick.â You blushed.
Daryl came out, licking his fingers. The same fingers (and thumb) that had just been torturing your pussy for 15 minutes. Your skin felt hot and you hoped to god Rick wasnât paying enough attention to the situation.
âWhat took you so damn long, Daryl?â Rick complained, scrunching his eyebrows at the man who was still sucking on his fingers.
Daryl glanced at you, coming off of his finger with a pop.
âWas eatinâ.â Is all he replied to Rick, as they walked away.
Daryl looked back to wink at you, âSee ya later, sunshine.â He puckered his lips, sending an invisible kiss your way.
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Submissive VS. Dominant daryl
Summary: How daryl dixon is like when he's submissive and dominate
A/N: I finally got a new laptop period and this was my first fic written on it so period. This does suck and I apologize but I've been nothing but busy these last few days omfg. Enjoy <3
Warnings: NSFW, mommy kink, submissive/dominate Daryl, Blowjobs
Word count: 1K
SubmissiveÂ
-First off, Iâm a firm believer that Daryl Dixon is a switch⌠like girl itâs proven asfÂ
-His submissive moments are a lot rarer than his dominant moments just because he's a rough man okay, he likes to be in controlÂ
-It does take a while for you to completely break him down and make him comfortable enough to be a bottom but when he does⌠oh lawdÂ
-He whimpers a lot when he the bottom, he will whimper out the most disgusting things everÂ
-âwanna cum in youâŚâÂ
-âplease, I wanna touch you..âÂ
-âCan I eat your pussy⌠please?âÂ
- He changes into a completely different person and you get such a power rush from itÂ
-His favorite position when heâs submissive is you riding him, he loves it especially when you wrap your hands around his throatÂ
-yeah⌠umm he likes to be choked in his submissive moments, not too hard but he likes the feeling of itÂ
-One time you actually were able to get him in handcuffs, both his hands cuffed to the bedpost as he sprawled out naked in front of youÂ
-he was beat red, whimpering for you to either let him go or just fuck him sillyÂ
-You played with him, giving him feather light touches to his cock as he cried out for youÂ
- He likes being told what to do, meaning you have to tell him where to put his hands or where to put his mouth, how hard to fuck you ect ectÂ
-But a lot of the times you like to tease him, telling him to use his words even if he doesnât want tooÂ
-You gag him with your panties too often⌠but shit, he canât deny he loves the taste of them
-He loves the pet names you have for him, like good boy, baby boy, and even you calling him your little fuck toyÂ
-It feels weird at first for Daryl to be so submissive because usually with anything⌠heâs in charge. Plus he feels so weird being such a big man but being such a slut for a person like youÂ
-But you say down with the gender roles and fuck the ârulesâ to being a bottom
-You slowly got him into being okay with it like I said, but now he feels less weird with it
-He loves watching you touch yourself, like he loves watching your fingers disappear within you but he canât do anything about itÂ
-Okay hear me out y'all, Daryl definitely calls you mommyâŚ. Itâs rare but he doesÂ
-This maybe my mommy kink popping out but girl he definitely lets it slip sometimes, especially when his breeding kink is on full displayÂ
-âGod fuck⌠m-mommy!âÂ
-it sounded so pathetic coming out of his mouth that you had to let him bust his load right then and there
-Face riding is a must :)Â
-He will let you ride his face for hours, pushing your hips down further on his face even if you're scared youâll suffocate him.Â
-Heâs super soft with it though, like heâs needy and heâll hold you down while lapping at your cunt but heâll make sure heâs not squeezing you too hard or reach up to hold your hand as you balance on him
DominantÂ
-okay so we all know this man is dominate, he likes to be in controlÂ
-heâs rough and hard with you when heâs in a dominant mind set, he will quite literally fuck your into the mattressÂ
-He likes doggy style so he can slap your ass or pull your hair
-Speaking of spankings⌠he fucking loves them <3Â
-He doesnât want to encourage you to be a brat but he lowkey does just so he can go home and spank youÂ
-He likes bending you over his lap, sliding his fingers between your thighs before forcing his hand down on your soft assÂ
-âgonna be a good girl? Or do you need more?âÂ
-âI-Iâll be good⌠I promise.âÂ
-He gets so rough that he will need a safe word, the safe word is important period but especially when heâs feeling super dominantÂ
-He loves toys!!! Like vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, whipsÂ
-Heâll get so excited to go home and present you what he picked up on a runÂ
-He takes teasing to another level, like a whole other level to the point heâs damn near fucking you in front of othersÂ
-Youâll be sitting on his lap in front of the fire next to everyone in the group, but his fingers are deep inside youÂ
-One time you gave him a blow job right in front of Rick and Rick wasnât even aware of it. Like you were underneath the table sucking him off as Daryl held so tightly in your hairÂ
- He likes to fuck you on his motorcycle, like heâll have you sit on his lap while on his motorcycle as his cock is deep inside you or have you bent over it while he takes you from behind
-Cock warming is something he does often, like heâll have you sit on his lap for hours and if you move heâll make you stay there longerÂ
-I said this before but I donât think Daryl likes to be called daddy, like I feel like it makes him a little uncomfortable. If you call him it, he wonât mind obviously but itâs not his favorite thingÂ
-He likes you calling him by his name but if you're in the mood for a little more humph, he wouldnât mind you calling him sir or something dominant like thatÂ
-Mostly he likes being the one to call you names, he likes to make it so you canât speak so your words donât mean much in the moment
-He really likes your boobs, i think he's definitely a boob kinda guy so he will leave so many marks on them as he's deep inside of youÂ
-His favorite thing to do to you is tie you up, watching as you squirm underneath him... begging him to fuck you silly but you can't beg him properly since you are so overstimulated and far too horny to get words out.Â
-In the moment he's super rough but afterwards he has the urge to take care of you and make sure you are okay... he's not a complete monster in bed I promise!!Â
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trying something new
daryl dixon x fem! reader
warnings: nsfw content (face riding, slight praise, cum eating)
"i ain't messin' with ya girl. get up here and sit on my fuckin' face."
you were taken aback by your boyfriend's request. "daryl, are you sure? what if you like⌠can't breathe?"
daryl chuckled. "i've been through a lot of shit baby, i think i'll be fine with you on top of me."
you took a deep breath in. although you enjoyed the idea of it, the thought of having your entire body weight over daryl's face made you nervous.
you finally complied though, shyly muttering, "okay.â
daryl motioned with his fingers for you to come closer, so you began crawling up toward his face.
"that's it. c'mon girl, i ain't gonna hurt ya."
you moved yourself up further, hovering your hips over his face. your dripping cunt only inches above his mouth.
without warning, daryl grabbed your thighs firmly. he pulled you downward, your pussy finally in contact with his plush lips.
he let out a low groan as he sank his tounge beneath your folds, eliciting a loud whine out of you.
"shit baby, yer doin' so good for me," daryl breathed out, his voice muffled due to your weight on top of him.
in need of friction, you ground down onto daryl's mouth, moving your hips rhythmically as he circled his tounge around your sensitive clit.
"ngh- daryl, fuck! that feels- feels so good."
god, you had never felt so fucking incredible in your entire life.
daryl continued alternating between sucking your clit and burying his tounge between your swollen lips.
âfuck, you taste so fuckin' good," he sighed, groaning against your cunt.
the vibrations from his voice reverberated against your pussy. this caused the tension inside of you to build even more, bringing you closer to your release.
"daryl, i'm- i'm gonna cum."
daryl could feel you getting close as well, your hips bucking quicker by the second. he flicked his tounge against your clit faster and rougher, causing lewd sounds to escape your mouth as your orgasm built up.
"go on, cum for me princess, lemme taste ya."
this sent you over the edge. your vision blurred as your juices spilled into daryl's mouth, some dribbling down his chin and onto his neck. daryl lapped up every last drop.
you basically collapsed onto the bed beside him, sighing and taking deep breaths while turning your head to look at daryl.
"shit⌠we need to do this more often, i don't know why i was so nervous," you said quietly, still high of your orgasm as daryl pulled you into his arms.
daryl kissed you softly on the lips. "we definitely need to do this more often, baby."
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Twisted Game
Summary: After the prison collapses, you and Daryl are stuck on the road. After chugging down some moonshine a game of "Never have i ever" turns into a night you'll never forget.
A/N: I've had this in my drafts for weeks, i finished it up all today so it might be choppy. But this shit was the horniess thing i have ever written God damn. Also, the way this gif has a choke hold on me, HIS TUMMY, i simply cannot.
Warnings: NSFW, Loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Oral sex, dirty talk and squirting
Word count: 6.9K
âSo you understand the game now?â You asked the man sitting across from you.
He gave you a look, blue eyes boring into your skin as you raised your brow to him. You had butterflies in your stomach, whether that was because you were sitting across from a beautiful man or it was the moonshine kicking In. He hesitated, knowing this game could end up in hurt feelings or you being completely grossed out about his redneck life. Opening up to people wasnât Darylâs strong suit.
âFineâŚâ he mumbled.
You guys had been on the road for days, only stopping to set up camp to rest and cook your squirrels or whatever Daryl had hunted for yâall. You missed your family, your family that you wouldnât even look at twice before all this but yet they were the closest people to you. Daryl was unfortunately a part of that little family but he made you feel like a burden, he was never your favorite person ever but at this moment he was.
He was the only one left to you, he was the only person left of your entire fucked up family you had. You had broken down so many times, crying at night hoping Daryl didnât hear⌠he always did. He wasnât too good at feelings so he never said anything but he wanted to. But here yâall were now, sipping on moonshine after Daryl had picked it out for you. He thought maybe it would take your mind off things⌠if it ever will be taken off your mind.
âOkay great!! Iâll start!â You said, smiling wildly as you thought about what youâd say.
You were usually well reserved, never really opening up to anyone but carol and maybe Rick at times. But you were tipsy, the moonshine burning low into your stomach and you were let loose. If someone were to tell you that you would be in an abandoned trailer with moonshine in your hand next to a pretty redneck?? Youâd laugh in their face.
âIâve neverâŚ. Drank before⌠I mean besides this.â You said, smirking over at Daryl.
Daryl rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his moonshine before putting it back down. It amazed you how he didnât even make a face when he downed it, heâs definitely used to drinking you thought.
âOkay⌠itâs your turn!â You said
Daryl thought, thereâs not much he hasnât done so this is trying to rack his brain to find out something you have done that he hasnât⌠It was hard.
âI never read a book and enjoyed itâŚâ he said
This caused you to chuckle lightly, it was silly that heâd hadnât enjoyed a book ever⌠completely opposite of you, books helped you get through the day sometimes.
âReally?? Like never?â You asked
He nodded, letting a smirk on his face at your reaction. He didnât like you too much but he canât deny your beauty, especially your smile.. You brought your cup up to your lips and took a swig. You tried to not make a face, trying to mimic what Daryl did but you couldnât⌠this shit tasted awful.
âYuck.. Iâve never liked drinkingâŚâ you joked, sticking your tongue out and shivering.
âIt ainât for everyone⌠I just like the buzz.â He said, sipping on his moonshine willingly. You gagged jokingly.
âYeah⌠I donât think Iâll ever get used to this shit.â You said, trying to swallow down the burning sensation as it creeped down your throat.
You guys went back and forth for a bit, Daryl saying something he hasnât done which caused you to drink and then you saying something you havenât done causing Daryl to drink. Itâs funny how a simple game could bring you two closer together which honestly allowed you to ease up and just sit back for a minute. You werenât thinking any thoughts but what you havenât done in your life, it really made you think about how you honestly havenât really lived.
You liked seeing Daryl smile, youâve never really been able to see that smile of his but now you were addicted to it. You found yourself cracking stupid jokes just go see it and honestly, this might be the moonshine talking, you couldnât help the dull ache that it created deep within you.
âOkay hmmm Iâve neverâŚâ you thought once again⌠thinking of any embarrassing thing you havenât done.
You donât know what came over you but you just blurted the first thing that came into your head, it was strange⌠like the moonshine was taking over. Your lips had become loose, not able to control them because you were far too gone for that now.
âIâve never had sexâ you were surprised you even said it and it kinda grossed you out.
You were definitely not yourself right now, you would never willingly say that to anyone. You werenât ashamed of it but it can be a little embarrassing due to the fact youâre in your 20s and still a virgin. Itâs not that you didnât want to or you were actively trying to not have sex, itâs just something that never crossed your mind ever when you were with a person. Youâve had boyfriends and girlfriends, all of them have tried but you always told them you werenât ready for it.
You looked up at Daryl, seeing that his facial expression never changed⌠but instead he lifted his cup to his lips and chugged down his moonshine.
âSorry IâŚâ you started, not able to finish before Daryl asked a hard hitting question.
âWhy not?â He asked, setting his cup down.
You were surprised Daryl even continued the game after that, it was all fun and games⌠no gross shit until you brought that up. You were embarrassed, wishing you never said anything but honestly intrigued about what Daryl would say about the subject.
âI donât know.â You shrugged, staring down into your moonshine glass. âI've just never been interested enough in someone to do itâŚâ
You looked up at Daryl, making sure he was paying attention to you before you went on. He was staring at you with a different look in his eyes than usual, it wasnât his usual hard stare he gave everyone. It was softer but still with the same hardness, his pupils were bigger⌠almost black as he bore them into your skin. When you say you werenât yourself right now, you meant it. Without even having to rack out your courage from your brain, you looked daryl right in the eyes.
âUntil nowâŚâ you confessed which created an even deeper ache within you.
Darylâs eyes stayed on you, not flinching or moving off of you⌠not even once. You thought maybe he didnât hear you at first and honestly deep down you wish he didnât, you were embarrassed at your sudden neediness. Then you thought maybe he didnât get your hint, maybe you were being too subtle about it. You hoped maybe he would be able to drop it so it would save the embarrassment but what you didnât know was it lit something inside Daryl.
His blood ran cold when you said that, he watched as you gave him a clueless, innocent look as those filth covered words slipped out of your mouth. Daryl hated how childish you were, how cheery and how you were so optimistic about the world ending⌠yet he couldnât shake the thought of you below him as you sucked his dick, he imagined you would be so sloppy with it. He could imagine your drool spill over his cock, making a mess out of yourself. His favorite day dream was you on your hands and knees in front of him as he rammed himself so deep inside you, his hands shoving you down into the pillow as you took his length like the whore you are⌠or the whore he thought you were.
You being a virgin struck a different feeling into Daryl, you had never been touched before and you never even wanted to be touched⌠except by Daryl. It was almost as if you waited for him, waited for him to take what was his. He just hates how it had to be this way, after losing everyone and getting drunk on moonshine but Daryl didnât mind. Daryl had been waiting for this moment since he met you and knowing youâre a virgin was enough to send him off the edge.
âTake your shirt offâŚâ was the only thing he said, suddenly you sobered up.
You were now hyper aware of everything happening in this moment. You could hear the walker outside, you could feel the carpet underneath you and how filthy it was, you could hear every breath that came out of Daryl⌠they were much deeper than before. You took a moment to let his words linger, making sure you heard him right but after a moment⌠you did what you were told.
You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, each button showing more and more skin to Daryl causing his breath to hitch. You heated up with every button, finally getting to the final one and then allowing your shirt to slide down your arms. You sat tall, watching Darylâs eyes scan over your breast. Daryl sat there for a minute, just staring as your face began to heat up more than it already had been.
Then after a moment of hesitation, Daryl stood up and made his way over to where you sat on the floor. You could see how hard he was through his pants, his big cock standing to attention causing your mouth to water slightly.
âYou really want this?â He asked, staring down at you as you sat on your knees like an obedient whore you thought youâd never become
You nodded violently, hands scratching at your thighs as you held back the need to touch him. Daryl just chuckled at your actions, running a hand through your hair, getting a good look at your innocence before he completely destroyed you.
âThen you're gonna have to work for itâŚâ he grinned, taking his other hand so he could undo his belt slowly.
You were nervous to say the least, you had dreamed about this for months but it finally freaked you out. Not to mention youâve never done anything like this, what if you werenât good enough for him. You watched as he slowly undid his pants, watching as he went teasingly slow. When his pants were successfully undone, he pulled them down so they were down to his knees. You could see his cock straining against his boxers, you couldnât help but squeeze your legs together for some kind of friction.
Then Daryl shed the last piece of clothing that covered himself, pulling down his underwear which allowed his cock to spring free. You felt a whole world wind of emotions, excitement, nervousness and pleasure all running deep within your bones. He was much bigger than you expected, causing everything wrong to go through your brain. Will it fit? Is it going to rip you open? Will you be able to take him? Daryl saw your nervousness, giving you a reassuring scratch on the head.
âWe donât have to⌠we can stop now.â He said, lifting your head to look up at him.
He gave you the softest look you had ever seen him give anyone, his fingers danced along your chin as you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. You shook your head, readjusting yourself on your knees but really⌠you were trying to silence the ache that was affecting your entire body at this point.
âNo⌠I mean, yes I want this I just..â you paused, biting your lip nervously. âIâve never done this before⌠like any of it⌠I donât know how.â
You tried to explain it the best you could, you thought you sounded stupid but Daryl knew what you meant. Daryl gave you a smirk, setting his hand on his dick as he slowly pumped it⌠you saw it twitch out of the corner of your eye. Daryl placed his hand back in your hair, not roughly, not trying to force your head down on him but it was comforting. His hand lightly scratched your scalp, trying to ease your nervousness.
âIâll teach ya, ya canât really mess it up so donât worry.â He joked, even despite your nervousness you let out a chuckle.
You stood taller on your knees, coming face to face with his throbbing cock. You watched as Daryl thrusted his cock into his hand, watching as he set a slow pace for it. He engulfed his entire length in his hand, making sure to slide his fingers along the tip at times.
âSince you are a beginner, go ahead and start at the tip.â He spoke, watching as you looked up at him and then down at his cock once more.
You nodded, getting your lips wet as you opened your mouth and attached it to the pink flush tip. You saw a porno or two, seeing how the girls would give the tip kisses and tiny licks to tease the man. You started off making circles with your tongue on the tip, pulling off to set small kisses to it before going back. Darylâs groans caused you to go a bit deeper, doing the same thing with the top of his cock.
âGood girlâŚâ he groaned out, his hand in your hair giving you a reassuring scratch once again. âNow when ya think yer ready⌠hollow your cheeks and take as much as you can of me.â
You moaned at the pet name, loving the way he was talking you through it all. You started small once again, taking in small amounts of him. Your tongue went crazy on him, you werenât quite sure what to do with it but it made his cock twitch in your mouth so you thought maybe you were doing it right. You bobbed your head up and down, each time you took more and more of him in your mouth.
You could feel Daryl tense up, you could see how hard he was trying to stop his hips from bucking⌠oh how he wanted to watch you choke and slobber all over his cock, but Daryl wasnât that mean. Your first time was already going to be in a piss stained trailer, he might as well let you take your time with it. Darylâs hand was now grabbing at your hair, which part of it was to help you bob your head up and down at a good pace, the other part was because your mouth just felt too good on him⌠he needed to grab something.
âFuck⌠y/n, your doing so fucking good.â He moaned, you would have never guessed Daryl Dixon had such pretty moans.
You smiled on his cock, the praise was getting to your head slightly, you would even say it was causing you to get too big of a head. You attempted to take all of him all at once, you just wanted to make him feel good but you completely forgot about the fact you hadnât done this before, you were still so new to it. You took your mouth almost all the way off before shoving his cock right down your throat, you gagged causing you to retract back from it.
âWoah thereâŚâ Daryl said, seeing how your eyes started to water slightly and your lips were rubbed raw from his cock. âYa canât take all of me⌠not yet at least, you have to start slow bunny.â
âIâm sorryâŚâ you said pathetically, you had become so needy and the only thing you wanted to do was make Daryl feel good.
â âs okay, you can try again if you want or we can stop.â He said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You looked down at Darylâs spit covered cock, the ache in your cunt was too much to bear now. You didnât want to continue but you needed to, it felt like you were out of oxygen in the stuffy room you had been in and the only thing that could ease that feeling was Daryl. Even through your embarrassment you wanted to make it up to Daryl and suck the life out of him.
You looked up into Darylâs eyes, placing your mouth on his cock once more. You bobbed your head at the same pace you had been before, making sure to not take your eyes off Daryl as his eyes closed slightly. You were much slower this time, taking in as much as you could, licking up the small vein that laid on the back of his cock. You tried this time to have a small head about it, not get too cocky so as to not embarrass yourself again.
You had gotten to the point where you couldnât take anymore, Darylâs hand in your hair wouldnât let you go that far anymore. Although seeing you choke on his cock gave him a power rush, he would never make you do it if you couldnât.
âIf you canât take much more, you can use your hands on the rest.â He stated, reaching for your hand and you gave it to him. He placed your hand on the base of his cock, the small section you could not fit in your mouth. âKeep it at the pace yer mouth is going⌠there ya go.â
You were doing great so far or at least you thought. His cock felt comfortable in your mouth, although you wanted to go deeper, you wanted him all in your mouth but you knew what happened then. You watched as Daryl gripped into the table behind him, knuckles turning white as he had a violent grip on it. His head was thrown back, his nostrils flared as he tried to control his breathing. You liked what you were doing to him, how hard he had to keep himself contained. Who knew that you could do this to someone like Daryl Dixon.
âDoing so good y/n⌠fuck âm gonna cum..â he groaned, hand gripping harder at your scalp. âGonna cum all over those titsâŚâ
The idea excited you, the idea of you covered in Darylâs cum, watching as he covered your tits with his seed. You picked up the already fast pace on his cock, taking him further into your mouth. He had gotten quite good at it, a little over half of his cock was fitted deep within your mouth and you could probably take in more if you really tried.
You could feel Darylâs cock twitch more and more, his hips starting to buck into your mouth slightly, not enough to gag you on him but enough to feel in the back of your throat. You sucked harder, wanting to see how pretty he looked as he came especially when he came from you sucking his cock.
âShit.. gonna cumâŚâ he said once more, pulling you off of him with his hand and then placing his hand on his cock. âPull your bra down⌠lemme see those pretty tits hm?â
You did as you were told, pulling your bra down so your tits were exposed to him. He gripped his cock harshly, starting his thrust at a fast pace as he looked down at you. Your eyes were lust blown and slightly teary, your mouth was wet with your own spit which had dribbled down onto your tits, your tits heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath. Daryl grunted as he thrusted into his hand, his hand that was in your hair reached down to grab one of your breasts.
He fondled it in his hand, he was delicate with it though. Pinching the skin softly as not to hurt you, but his hips snapped violently against his own hand. You watched as his face was engulfed by pleasure, watching as his orgasm took over his body. Daryl thrusted a few more times into his hands as his cock spilled his cum all over your tits, exactly where he said he was. He pumped himself through his orgasm, the ropes of cum landing perfectly on your tits. You were too busy watching as his face looked so angelic as he came on you, doing the most disgusting thing but still looking so pretty while doing it.
Daryl milked himself onto you, almost completely covering you with himself. Daryl slowly came down from his high, cock still throbbing as it became hard again. You could do nothing but watch, watch as Daryl literally lost his mind for 20 seconds and then became his composed self after.
âGood girl⌠you did good for me.â He breathed out, moving strands of your hair from your face so he can get a good look at you once again. You were so obedient to him, it turned Daryl on to the max. âYou still want me to fuck you?â
You nodded, pressing your thighs together once again. The ache just wouldnât go away without him fucking you, you couldnât keep yourself contained anymore. If you had to beg Daryl to fuck you, you would in a heart beat. Daryl nodded down at you, looking around the trailer⌠for something.
âIâm not gonna fuck you on a dirty floor, Iâll go get a sheet for the couch.â He said, walking back into the trailer. Leaving you there with his cum coating your tits.
You were so ready, you didnât think you could be this ready for anything but you were. You tried to sit still but you couldnât, you fidgeted on your knees trying to keep yourself from touching yourself then and there. Your nervousness nowhere to be seen, you were suddenly sober and ready for the pretty redneck to go ram you into the floor.
âYou ready?â Daryl said from behind you, you were so in your own head you didnât even realize Daryl had sprawled and put a sheet on the couch already. You looked up at him, seeing him hold out his hand for you to grab.
You looked down at his hand and then back up at him, with a smile, you took his hand in yours. He helped you up onto your feet but that didnât last long before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Daryl couldnât help but chuckle at your eagerness but he didnât try to stop you, no he just grabbed onto your hips and pulled you closer to him.
You slipped your tongue within his mouth, feeling every crevice of his mouth as his tongue fought with yours. As you were too busy trying to tongue fuck his mouth Daryl had walked you back onto the couch, knocking things off of tables as he did so. He laid you on the couch, your legs wrapped around him tightly. He supported himself with his arms but you pulled him down on top of you fully, wanting to feel his warmth in you as much as you could.
Daryl let it happen, letting you do whatever you needed to make yourself comfortable. Daryl snaked a hand down your body, creeping them into your pants and underwear as he slipped a finger through your slit. The sudden touch on your bundle of nerves caused you to gasp, no one had ever touched you there before and his rough hands had felt they were made for it. After Daryl had collected a good amount of slick on his fingers, he pulled it out of your pants and placed his fingers in his mouth.
âSo wet⌠god canât wait to fuck you.â He said, pulling you in for another kiss so you could taste yourself.
The makeout session didnât take too long because as you were too lost in Darylâs lips, he was pulling the rest of your clothing off along with his. When you had finally pulled away from his lips, you both were completely naked and your bodies were pressed together in one sticky and sweaty mess. Daryl looked down at you as he rubbed his cock between your slit, allowing himself to get as wet as possible.
âAre you ready for me bunny?â He asked, brushing your hair with his hands comfortably so you were feeling as safe as he could.
âIâm ready DarylâŚâ you whispered, pecking his lips softly.
Daryl loved how soft and sweet you were but he knew what came next, the sting of him stretching you out and the pain of your experience. Daryl wanted this probably as much as you but he hated being the one to take your virginity, he didnât want to pain you in any way especially if he couldnât control the pain. Down the road heâd show you good types of pain, how pain can make you feel good but this isnât one of the pains he would want you to experience.
âItâs gonna hurt but only for a minute okay? You tell me when you want me to stop.â He stated, watching as you nodded.
You were too lust driven to understand the meaning of his words, you werenât expecting to hurt that bad. Daryl nodded, grabbing onto your hand so you could squeeze it if needed. He lined himself up with your entrance before pushing himself in slightly. He watched as your brows furrowed and your eyes closed, he could tell you were already starting to feel the sting. He went in deeper, hoping it didnât feel too much different but your yelp proved differently.
â âm sorry..â he whispered, leaving soft kisses on your neck and jaw.
Daryl could feel your hand squeeze his harshly, you took in a harsh breath as the sting continued as he pushed more of himself in. He once again dragged his fingers down your body so he could rub the bundle of nerves, hoping that would take your mind off the pain for maybe a moment so he could push more of himself in you.
You felt like being ripped open but it was a weird good way, it wasnât something you would like to feel any longer but it felt nice to know It was Daryl Dixon's pretty cock that was causing you this pain. Daryl tried to be quick with it, trying to shove himself in without causing too much pain. His quick work on your clit made it a little less painful, now the pain and pleasure mixing together to make a beautiful feeling deep in your stomach. It was complete hell for Daryl, he was only seconds away from going completely feral and his patients were wearing thin. He kept composure, trying to just focus on the way your face scrunched in pain.
âAre you almost inâŚâ you gasped as he continued to ever so slowly inch into you.
He was almost half way in, he took moments to allow you to adjust to his size here and there but he was trying to make this go as fast as possible so you were able to feel our pleasure. You were soaked to say the least so Daryl was slipping right in, itâs just the pain and your contracting walls that caused his speed.
âAlmost there⌠just a little more bunny.â He said, suddenly liking the pet name heâd given to you.
He continued to slide himself in slowly, only picking up the speed on your clit to make it easier for you all the while he peppered your neck with love bites. Daryl wasnât a very affectionate man but right now he had a mission to make you feel as safe as he could make you and if he had to break down all his walls, he would. You had started to get a little fidgety, wanting to reject his cock out of you but also wanting him inside you fully⌠you craved it. Your body was heating up, your eyes filled with tears as the sting became so much and moans had slipped your lips like water out of a faucet.
You had never felt quite like this before, sure youâd touch yourself at night and one time you had dry humped one of your exes but it was nothing like this. You felt so full yet so empty all at the same time, you needed and wanted more even throughout the pain that coursed through your body. When you thought you were going inside, you felt Darylâs hips fully against yours. You swear you could feel him inside your guts, it was such a beautiful feeling⌠being stretched out by his cock, the cock you had made cum no more than 10 minutes ago. You were in heavenâŚ
â âm in⌠just tell me when to move.â He whispered, landing a kiss on your tear streaked face.
You dug your nails into Daryl, trying to wait till the dull sting had stopped. It wasnât too bad now, after a bit it had become nothing but an annoying ache but you werenât ready for him to pound you yet. You stayed there, allowing your walls to get used to him. Daryl held back with everything he had, your velvet walls took his cock so well and he couldnât wait to fuck them until they were worn down. Daryl couldnât even day dream how good this feeling would feel, not even his hand could mimic the feeling of it.
You had completely molded to him, causing your walls to twitch slightly and your hips to buck into him. You could hear Daryl grunt into your ear as you teased him with your hips, you knew how hard he was trying to not hurt you⌠you thought it was sweet, so sweet that you wanted him to feel your appreciation.
â You⌠can move now..â you said through a strangled moan.
Thatâs all Daryl needed, he started slow⌠teasingly slow even though he wanted nothing more than to slam into you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge already, with the way his hand had taken a slow speed to your clit and how his cock was slowly bucking in and out of you⌠you could cum in seconds. Daryl kept his pace, his hand still in yours as he so softly pecked your lips.
Your moans filled the room, the annoying ache, the sting, the stretching no longer paining you anymore, it was now just pure pleasure. You were needing Daryl to speed up, you tried to buck your hips into his but your hips were sore and you couldnât quite keep a good pace before exhausting yourself out. Daryl knew what you wanted though, he saw your face contort from pain to pleasure in a matter of seconds, he knew you were ready for a good pounding.
âIâm gonna move ya okay?â He said, asking for consent before he did pretty much anything.
âI donât care⌠just go faster please!â You whined, causing Daryl to chuckle at your needy behavior.
Daryl sat up, seeing you pout as he took himself out. You asked for more but he gave you less, you were shitty but you werenât upset for long. Daryl manhandled you basically, smacking your butt lightly to give you the hint to turn around. You did what he wanted, turning around in your hands and knees before Daryl pushed you down until only your front was pushed down into the sheets.
You shivered as the cold air hit your exposed cunt, you slightly whined due to the fact you couldnât see Daryl. You never even thought the situation of you not seeing Daryl would give you any type of distress but here you were, ass up and waiting for Daryl to fuck you. Daryl got himself comfortable behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he looked down at your face pushed into the pillows.
âYou okay? Need another pillow or a blanket?â He asked, watching you get frustrated with him.
âJesus Christ! Daryl just fuck me!!â You yelled, loud enough for the walker outside to hear.
Daryl just chuckled, lining his throbbing cock up with your cunt once more before he pushed himself in again. You were still very much adjusted to his size, it felt like a hole inside you was filled as he did so⌠which literally happened but felt more hypothetical in the moment. Daryl started with his slow pace once again, this time only staying with it for mere seconds before he sped up. You twisted your hands in the sheets as his cock hit your g-spot every single thrust.
You were already on the edge before, the knot in your stomach had become annoyingly unbearable as Daryl sped his thrusts up. You couldnât handle it, you felt like a hungry mad man who had just come across water for the first time in years. You could do much to stop yourself from coming up, you could only scream Darylâs name at the top of your lungs as your cunt fluttered violently on his cock. Your vision went out, then your hearing and then you felt Darylâs hands in your hair once again.
He pulled you back to earth with a single pull of your hair as he fucked you through your first orgasm. He spread your cunt apart with one hand as he continued his fast pace, his hips slapping against your ass every single time. You didnât want him to stop, not even if your sensitive clit was begging for the abuse on it to stop.
âFuck your so tight for me bunny ainât ya? You needed to be fucked by my cock huh?â His words cause a deep desire within you, causing a wave of wetness to pour out of you once more.
Daryl was now at an animalistic pace, his hands now bruisingly gripped onto your hips as he thrusted you back into his cock. You moaned out a few âyesââs and âneed you.ââs as a reply to him but really it was the only thing you could say right now. Your mind was too clouded with his cock to be able to think any coherent thoughts, you had quite literally became a fuck toy for him.
His abuse on your cunt continued, feeling your cunt contract on his cock as your second orgasm within the last 5 minutes started to stir up within your stomach. It only took a few thrusts from Daryl before it came undone again, he felt your cunt spasm once again on his cock. Daryl was close, so fucking close but he needed you to cum again before he could cum deep inside you.
âJust one more time bunny⌠need you to cum on my cock one more timeâŚâ he groaned, not stopping his hips as you came once again on his cock.
His words made yet another knot form within your belly, not waiting for your second orgasm to stop before moving onto the next. You were legit on fire, every one of your senses tingling, your throat burned from the screams that erupted deep down inside of you, your eyes were wet with your salty tears, your skin laced with a small sheet of sweat that seemed to pour out of your. Every inch of your body screamed at you to stop but also all at the same time wanted more, mixing pleasure and pain together as you got higher and higher to your third orgasm.
Daryl grabbed onto your shoulders, lifted you up off the couch so you were unbelievably close to him. Your back was flush against his chest, he held you there, locking your hips in place as he thrusted deeper and harder into your cunt. Your body was screaming for release at this point, wanting nothing more than to explode under the pressure but you couldnât get the push you needed to send yourself off the edge.
âI c-canâtâŚ. Fuck Daryl!â You whined, the knot in your stomach so unbelievably tight.
You felt you were going to explode, you shook violently in the hands of Daryl as he thrusted relentlessly into you. Daryl slid his hand down to your clit, giving you an overwhelming amount of pleasure as you let out strangled moans and probably every curse word possible in this moment.
âYou can bunny⌠your doing so fucking good for me, just cum on my cock one more timeâŚâ he whispered in your ear, lightly biting the lobe of it.
His words were exactly what you needed, that was the push that sent you over the edge. Suddenly the knot snapped, it didnât feel anything like it did before though. It sent intense shocks through your body, every inch of your body screaming as it did so. You let out a scream, scratching at Darylâs arm that was still placed roughly on your hips. You threw your head back over his shoulder, feeling your cunt shoot out fluids.
âGod damn⌠fuck y/n!â Daryl moaned, thrusting only once more before spilling himself inside you.
Darylâs cum filled you up to the brim, shoving his cock deep inside you so it can coat every inch of your insides. You watched as Daryl came, peaking at him through half closed eyes and seeing his face once again light up with pleasure. Daryl fucked not only you but himself through your orgasms, allowing you both to come down from your highs before he slid his now soft cock out of you.
Daryl held you for a minute, allowing you to go limp in his arms. Daryl wouldnât say he was in love with you, he didnât quite know what that felt like but the way he grabbed onto him now, half conscious as he held you softly, he would say you meant something to him. This moment all he wanted to do was protect you, he would kill anyone or anything that even tried to harm you⌠that terrified him.
âUh⌠Iâll go check to see if that shower still works, so you can get cleaned up.â Daryl said, delicately placing you down on the couch.
You were still out of it, you could feel the moonshine creeping back up on you as your head pounded and your stomach twisted. You were plain exhausted as you watched Daryl get up and start collecting his clothes, pulling up his underwear and pants back onto his legs.
âWait⌠Daryl?â You called out to him, sitting up so you could see him clearer.
âYeah?â He answered, not even looking at you as he collected his clothes.
The thought saddened you but the only thing you thought was about how this was a one night stand to Daryl, his efforts to leave, to make you clean up after him, to be by yourself after you gave yourself to him. Daryl didnât mean to make you feel like that but he didnât do feelings, so when an ounce of feeling for you creeped up on him⌠he freaked. He suddenly felt like the world was collapsing under him and if thatâs what love felt like, he didnât want it.
âWhat does this mean for us?â You asked, seeing how the question left him frozen.
âWhat do you mean?â He tried to play dumb so hopefully you would just drop it, he begged of you to let him fuck you and leave so he wouldnât have to deal with his feelings.
âI mean⌠I told you I havenât felt this way about anyone before, I didnât just give you my virginity just because..â you stated, eyes slightly watering as you could see yourself alone already.
Daryl didnât mean to make you cry, he didnât want to make you cry ever. God damn he just wanted to be alone now, he thought about you all the time, there wasnât a single day he didnât. He told himself that he hated you, you and your stupid optimism but it was just a way to trick himself because he knew he loved that about you. You were so happy and so hopeful, he was the complete opposite of that, and what do they say about the opposite? How do they attract each other?
âI ainât good with labelsâ was all he said, not explaining what he meant by that.
It made your heart break slightly, you felt the same way about Daryl but you saw the way he pushed you away. He almost never allowed you to get close to him, ever. So you tried to push down the thoughts you had of him, even the dirty ones you would get at night. Hearing how maybe the man you had fallen in love with was willing to fuck you and than leave, it broke your heart. Daryl picked up on your change of posture, fuck he really didnât mean it to come out like that.
âBut this ainât a one night stand if thatâs what yer thinking.â He reassured me, hoping to get you to stop being so sad. âI do care about youâŚâ
The confession made your heart flutter, you werenât there what this meant, if thisâll be the start of something or youâll just remain each otherâs fuck buddies. What you did know was what the world meant to you, every word that left his mouth meant something to you. You knew that was his way of confessing he did have feelings for you, causing a big smile to appear on your face.
âYou know what,â you started, wrapping yourself up in the sheet. âIâll take itâŚâ
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