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[myownsharky]

Thinking about virgin season2 Daryl who would have some kind of orgasm kink??

It would start as an accident, he’s just jerking off in his tent as usual, rubbing his tip with his thumb as he gets closer and closer. His hand speeds up, hips jerking as heat pools in his belly, ropes of white landing all over him. Oddly enough, he doesn’t stop stroking himself like normally, instead continuing to stroke and tease his now sensitive cock head.

Daryl was starting to feel really good, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he tightened his grip and continued fucking his hand, using his own release as lubricant. When he second orgasm washed over him, he jerked himself quickly and eagerly, eyes rolling back as his cock twitched in his hand.

Now that I’m thinking more about it he’d also probably be really into creampies, even though the first time has him stuttering, “M’s-sorry! Jus’ feels so good- so good I don’ wanna stop” He’s so embarrassed at the way his hips won’t stop moving, hiding his reddening face in your chest. The second time has him whining and gripping your body as his trembled, jaw slack as he filled you up, cum overflowing from your hole and dribbling out with his cock still pulsating inside. You happily watched the way he pulled out, cheeks crimison red as he started to stroke himself to the sight of his thick cum oozing out your clenching cunt.

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okay idk how many daryl editors follow me or know ppl that are editors but ive been looking for this ONE EDIT AND ITS GONNA KILL ME I THINK IT GOT DELETED it had the song tumblr girls and it was like a sad edit if any of yall have it PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME IM BEGGING idc if you see this post three months later I NEED JT

[myownsharky]

OKAY since you are one of the few sub daryl writers that i see on here, i NEED to know ur stance on pegging daryl. how would he react? would he like it? TELL ME

i might get my head on a stick for this but i feel like he wouldnt enjoy being pegged as much 😭 as fun as it would be taking his character into consideration he’d be sooo against it like.

“mm. no. nothin’ in ma ass. ‘m not a queer.”

[myownsharky]

I’ve been thinking a little too much about what a first time with Daryl would be like.

It would be clumsy, full of nerves and tense muscles. He’d grab you too hard at times and too softly in others. He’d nervously keep his shirt on, almost ruining the mood entirely in fear of you finding him repulsive.

His hands wouldn’t know where to go, his eyes would have no idea where to look— he wasn’t a virgin but oh god he felt like it.

The scratch of his beard would tickle your neck, his face hiding in the junction of your throat, terrified of looking you in the eyes.

He’d slide into you slowly, the attempted foreplay from earlier doing its job well to insure he could take his time.

There would be no rhythm, only shaky and unguided thrusts. Trying his very best to please but seemingly having no idea how.

In the end I can imagine him crying, smashing his mouth into yours, so violently overwhelmed with emotion that he can’t contain himself.

[myownsharky]

More Vincent Harris appreciation please! He’s so beautiful baby boy

[myownsharky]

dear sweet jesus

Hawaii Five-0 - Anton Hesse (Norman Reedus)

[myownsharky]

that glazed over look in his eyes he wants someones fingers in his mouth so bad

[myownsharky]

Had this fabulous lighbulb moment where I thought of putting a submissive Daryl on a leash, and then I thought of giving him a mommy kink AND (drumroll) a little bit of a gun kink

THIS IS FOR ALL THE NEW SUPER HOT SEXY BABES THAT ARE ENJOYING MY WORKS AND FOLLOWING ME?? IM GONNA MAKE OUT WITH ALL OF YOU RN

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ON YOUR KNEES FOR ME 💋

Extremely submissive daryl x female reader

(The yummy stuff: very light bondage, choking kink, mommy kink, slight gunplay(not loaded obvs), riding, did i mention daryl has a little praise kink?)

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Daryl had to learn the hard way that you were a woman of surprise, and he would never guess your next move even if he tried to. Almost every night that he came back to the house in Alexandria, you had a new activity planned for the night.

He was first greeted with a kiss, a short one that lingered on Daryl’s lips as he toed his boots off, anticipation already flowing through him.

Tonight, however, was going a lot differently than he was used to.

Instead of being greeted with your usual affection upon entry, he was met with the sight of you standing in the living room, playing with what looked like red rope in your hands.

The rope wasn’t the only thing he noticed.

You were standing tall in a pair of chunky black heels he had found you, a skimpy red skirt, and a lacy black cami. His mind was going a hundred miles per hour as he could feel his cock pulsing at the sight, blood starting to rush to his head.

His heartbeat picked up speed when you slowly walked over to him, heels tauntingly thumping against the hardwood floor. Daryl’s throat went dry, and he was at a complete loss of words when you stopped in front of him, eye level thanks to the heels. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, Daryl. Aren’t you gonna take your shoes off?” God, your voice was like warm honey as you spoke. He wordlessly kicked the muddy shoes off, eyes openly roaming your whole body.

“Hell’s the rope for?” He practically whispered the words, staring down at the red material. A wicked smile adorned your face. “Its for you” You giggled as you seductively wrapped your arms around Daryl’s shoulders, bringing the slightly rough material to settle at the back of his neck, gingerly wrapping it twice before giving it a pull and tying a knot, right at his adams apple.

He groaned softly as sweaty hands began to fidget with his belt, his nervous habit evident as you took a few steps back to admire your work. The simple yet alluring red rope hung gorgeously from his large neck, matching the color his face was turning under your gaze. You were throbbing at this point, mind filling with all the things you wanted and were going to do to this poor anxious man. Fuck, you had to go upstairs immediately.

You tugged at the rope a few times, checking for any discomfort as you had a brief moment of concern. “Is it too tight? Does it itch?” He shook his head to both questions, face burning hotter as he attempted to hide his embarrassment behind his curly hair.You gave him a soft, reassuring kiss, before you tugged the rope again, this time leading him to follow you upstairs, where you were going to gladly take his soul.

Daryl was getting harder by the second in his pants as you full on walked him like a dog. The way you had the rope woven between your fingers and clutched in your palm made his gut pool with pure arousal. His hands couldn’t stop fidgeting with his damn belt, although he was worried about you falling in your shoes.

The bedroom door closed and you turned to him, feeling a power surge run through your body as you saw the vulnerable state he was already in, still hiding his embarassed face with his hair as he stayed close to the door.

“Daryl. Look at me” You said it softly at first, standing with your arms crossed. He didn’t move the first time, eyes decicing to be glued to the way those heels made your legs look. His head was hazy with thoughts, his body was starting to hurt.

“I said, look at me” His head was suddenly pulled foward, and he stumbled a little, wide eyes landing on yours as he was yanked out his trance. “You should really listen to me the first time, sweetheart” You shook your head and made a face of disappointment, and it made his heart sink a little.

The last thing he would want to do was give you the feeling of dissatisfaction in the bedroom. He found himself stuttering out a weak apology. “M’s-sorry” You smiled at how small he sounded, staring straight into his eyes and down into his core, making him feel raw under your gaze.

“Get on your knees”

The request made Daryl’s mind finally draw a blank, blinking a few times as he searched your face. “Tha hell-“

“I said, on. your. knees. Don’t make me repeat myself thrice, country boy” You narrowed your eyes and shifted on your hips, watching intensely as Daryl slowly lowered himself down onto both knees, staring at your legs until the rope around his neck was roughly yanked again, tilting his head back and tossing all his hair, giving you a clear view of his face. His lips were parted as small whimpers came out, cheeks a deep red as he stared up at you, pupils blown so wide that there was only the tiniest amount of blue.

Oh, what a treat he was to look at down there. Fully clothed but obviously itching to get rid of them, especially with how hard his cock was straining against his already tight jeans. His hands had moved from toying with his belt to gripping his thighs, nails digging into the skin through the denim.

You felt yourself dripping at the sight, and slid your free hand up your thigh and past your skirt, flashing the wet fabric underneath. Daryl’s eyes watched intently. “Are you gonna listen to me the first time, or is this gonna be difficult?” He nodded quickly, and you pulled at the rope and shook your head. “Use your big boy words, baby” Daryl huffed in exasperation. “Yes! M’gonna listen to ya” You smiled at that and dropped your grip on the rope, walking over to the bed to sit on the edge of it and erotically spread your legs. “Come here, Dar” To which he automatically began to stand up on his feet, only getting halfway before the familiar sound of a handgun being cocked echoed in the room.

“Crawl.” Your tone was saturated in pure authority, and Daryl could only groan deeply as he lowered himself back down only this time, planting his large hands in front of him as he literally crawled towards you. You bit your lip as to not fuck him there and then.

He crawled until the barrel of the gun bumped against his forehead, eyes immediately landing on the wet spot on your underwear. The cold, metal weapon trailed down his face, and he had to surpress a moan as you did it.

You placed your leg over Daryl’s shoulder, watching his hands twitch where they now rested on the floor as they resisted the urge to touch. He had never been this goddamn hard in his whole life and it was starting to hurt. He badly needed some sort of relief, but it clearly wasn’t up to him.

“Take my panties off for me” You told him after what felt like forever, spreading yourself even wider as you watched his hands hesitated before running up your legs, gripping your thighs before he hooked his fingers around the hem of the soaked material and quickly pulled them down, lifting your leg off his shoulder briefly to toss out them out the way, eyes meeting yours for a split second. You winked and spread yourself open more.

Daryl’s eyed your dripping cunt like a predator, hands now firmly on your thighs. He wanted to be good for you, waiting a little impatiently for your next instruction, or hell even waiting for permission. “Think you can make me cum the first time? I wanna be able to give my babyboy special privileges afterwards” You looked so powerful above him, and his ears started to heat up when he realized he was super into this.

“J’st wanna please ya, make ya feel good” He panted lightly against your thigh, and you gently tugged the leash, giving him the permission he needed to finally satisfy his hunger, face disappearing under the short skirt.

Daryl had always been really good when it came to using his tongue and you couldn’t help but moan as he gave your cunt a few warm licks before settling on your sucking your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it as he did. You subconsciously keep a vice grip on the rope, keeping your boyfriends magical tongue right where you needed it.

You could tell that Daryl was starting to become to restless, and that’s when he truly got desperate for you. His cock was still painfully hard in his pants, and each one of your moans alongside the taste of you on his tongue went straight into his gut.

Daryl brought his two fingers to your folds, skillfully massaging and rubbing between the folds, feeling your slick drench his fingers enough that he slid them in, relishing in the moan he pulled from your chest. He could tell you were getting closer by the way you clenched around him, and the way you breathed shallowly. He sucked your clit harder, tip of his tongue moving against the more sensitive part of it, causing you to jerk your hips and pull him in closer.

The rope around Daryl’s neck got increasingly tighter with each pull, and he could feel his breathing becoming restricted in the best possible way and his dick was starting to leak, the tip of it becoming sensitive where it lay trapped against his stomach, smearing precum on the skin.

Your moans became loud, and your body began grinding down against him, chasing the feeling of your orgasm building rapidly. “You’re doing so good baby, making me feel so good” Your voice sounded more fucked out than expected. Daryl finally released his suction on your clit to continue using his tongue basically threw you over the edge, his fingers curling inside sent burning waves of pleasure through your body, and you felt your eyes roll back.

When Daryl emerged from underneath the fabric, his lips were slick, swollen, and red. It was the best look you’d ever seen on a man. “You did so good babyboy. I think it’s time to finally get you out these clothes” The sudden praise only added to his arousal as you slid you leg off and stood up over him, tugging the rope for him to stand as well.

You quickly but also slowly removed his dirty vest, sliding his shirt off and pulling out the rope, which looked delicious against his bare chest. Your hands unbuckled his belt, and instead moved to cup his boner, lips moving against his jaw as his hands settled on your hips, eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed him, making his tip leak profusely.

He could feel you working big hickies into his neck, hand moving to unzip his jeans so slowly while the other gripped his shoulder, keeping you steady on your heels. Daryl could feel the way he was losing his grasp on reality, internal breaking down as you gave him everything yet nothing at once.

“Y/n please hurry, I- I can’t take it anymore” He whispered, hands tightening where they rested on you. You pulled away from his neck and laughed to yourself when you saw the damage done. He might as well have gotten attacked by a walker. “But you can, Daryl. C’mon, lets get you full nude and on the bed” He groaned before moving to pull his pants off, cock finally springing free. The tip was a dark and angry red, precum dripping down from it. God, you wanted him inside you so bad. You chewed on your bottom lip as you spun him, shoving him down onto the bed and quickly straddling him, staring down as if he were prey.

When you rocked your hips back, warm folds sliding on his cock, Daryl shuddered and shut his eyes, the sensation already becoming too much. Somehow the gun had been discarded on the side of the bed, so you reached for it and pressed the barrel against his forehead, only this time around you pulled the trigger.

The gun clicked, and Daryl’s hips jerked at the sound, eyes opening and analyzing the way you held the weapon, only get that much more turned on when he realized you were using his gun. His cock tip throbbed as you continued rocking down on him. “I want you to beg. Beg for me to give you what you want, beg for me to fuck you” Daryl was so weak. He blinked back the feeling of tears threatening to fill his eyes as he stared into your face, burning the savory moment of you above him into his eyelids.

“P-please?” You tutted, hips beginning to slow as you cocked the gun again, other hand wrapped in red pulling it tighter around his neck, his vision blurred in the corners as he wheezed from the pressure. “Please! Mommy please just fuckin’ fuck me already I can’t- I can’t-“ He babbled, fat tears filling his eyes very much against his will.

You stared down at him for a moment, listening to his small sniffles and tiny gasps for air. “Mommy? Oh Daryl. How could I deny you when you ask me like that?” You trailed the gun down to his chest, watching the way it rose quickly before placing it on the pillow next to him, needing both hands in order to ride him properly.

His heart pounded erratically as you gripped the base of his cock, tauntingly lowerly yourself as slowly down as possible, making sure he could feel everything. By the way his hands dug into your meaty hips, it was definitely working.

You gave a few small bounces, rolling a few patterns with your hip. Just as you were about to fully slam down onto him, you realized your top was still on, and Daryl was fixated on your perky nipples. You quickly pulled the garment off, and tossed it onto the floor. Now you could really get busy.

A strangled cry ripped from Daryl when you lifted yourself up to the tip and dropped back down, moaning at the way he perfectly jabbed into your sweet spot, hips moving at a needy pace. The room filled with so many erotic noises, and they each fueled Daryl’s already throbbing cock. Fuck, he felt so goddamn incredible, head lulling to the side as nothing but pleasure pumped through his veins.

You could feel the harsh throbbing of his dick inside you, beginning to breathe heavily as a burning sensation licked through your thighs, however that didn’t slow the hardcore pace you set for yourself. You redirected Daryl’s head to face you, as you wanted to see his adorably scrunched face, tears rolling down his red cheeks. “Feels so good mommy, ya feel so fuckin tight and wet around me” The name was starting to do things to you, even more than the way Daryl was sloppily rambling, hips jerking upwards as he started to climb his peak. Right as he felt himself about to topple over, eyes rolling in anticipation, you ceased all movement.

Daryl’s eyes flew open and he whined desperately. He opened his mouth to plead with you more, and felt the rope become increasingly tighter, a hard, strained moan fell past his lips as he was now barely getting air, hands shaking as they reached to grasp at the rope. You furrowed your brows, worried that he genuinely needed to get some air. As your hands joined him to losen the knot, he shook his head. “No! J’st- please… please keep goin” One of his hands gripped your wrist where it rested on his neck, adding more pressure on it. He was so,so gone, even more so when you began to bounce on his cock again, this time, using his marked neck to help you keep steady. He was blissfully running out of oxygen.

His vison began to darken, heart pounding loudly in his ears as all he could think and feel was you, you, you. His hips once again jerked, chasing so desperately after his own release, you knew just how badly he needed it. Once again, you stopped moving, pulling your hands away from his neck and feeling his chest rise at the large gasps of air he was taking.

“C’mon momma’s baby, I know you can handle this and it’ll be worth it in the end” You whispered against his lips as you beckoned him to sit up on his knees, turning to lay face down, ass up. Daryl wasted no time as he bent over you, large hands resting on either side of your head as he snapped forward, burying himself back in your warm cunt. The rope spilled out in front of your face, and you instinctively grabbed it, giving Daryl the impression you wanted him to go much faster.

It felt soo good to pound deep inside you, panting heavily as the rope once again constricted his breathing, and the urge to cry from sheer pleasure had become strong. You moaned freely as he railed you, the lewd sound of him wetly sliding in and out of you filled the room, filled his head. You could tell he was right on the edge when his body began trembling and his head fell into the crook of your neck, biting down hard on the flesh.

When you gave a final tug on the rope, it was all Daryl needed in order to finally exploded, tossing his head back as he gripped your hips and pulled out, moaning deeply as he rutted between your slick folds, blushing as he watched himself cover your red cunt in cum, still rocking against you.

He almost immediately collapsed onto the bed, breathing harshly as you shuffled to undo the knot and take the rope off him. You could feel his release smearing and running down your thighs. You sat on the edge of the bed and kicked the heels off, sliding the skirt off and not caring as you used it to clean the mess between your legs. “I liked that skirt” You heard Daryl mumble, as he had been watching your every move.

You sighed and climbed into the bed with him, dominace officially leaving your body as Daryl wrapped you up in his arms, kissing your neck softly. “Ya never cease ta amaze me” He whispered, voice hoarse and heavy with sleep, you smiled softly as you gazed upon his sleepy face silently for a few minutes.

“You amazed me with your mommy kink for sure”

“Shut up and go ta’ sleep”

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I so badly just wanna consume his entire body like I literally wanna start tearing into his flesh like a fucking walker and spend my whole day fulling ingesting him into my body so we can forever be one #girldinner 🎀

[myownsharky]

Imagine Daryl being vulnerable with you. He's hissing back shivers as you run your fingers along his spine, tracing the lines and patters that litter his damaged skin. He takes his time with you, memorizing the soft feel of your skin against his own. Trailing scratchy kisses up and down your throat, afraid that at any moment you'll just disappear. He thinks your too good for him, but he'll be damned if he doesn't love you all the same.

[myownsharky]

the third gif… sleepy baby <3

John in Messengers II 😍❤️‍🔥😍

With this hotness …

[myownsharky]

this ep was too good him writhing on the ground in pain??? covered in blood and sweat??? the shirt being unbuttoned??? him babbling all weakly when hes half unconscious??? yes pls

[myownsharky]

daryl dixon kink hcs

contains: sub daryl dixon, early seasons (s1, s2, s3,) daryl, small SLIGHT LIGHHT dacryphilia, implied mommy/daddy issues,

daddy kink (or mommy kink. but im a boy so-)

wouldnt be apparent at first, i think it would come out in the heat of the moment

maybe youre holding him down and riding him hard, putting a harsh slap across his face.

a little "'m sorry daddy-" would slip out between his lips between choked sobs.

he doesn't realize it until you ask him to repeat himself

whenever you tease him about it outside of sex, he would get grumpy and defensive.

a few hours later that night youve got him on his knees, apologizing profusely to his daddy.

feminization (might be controversial, idk)

darylina was a teasing name he got from his brother, merle, he despised being called it.

but hearing it come from your mouth, jokingly at first, it did things to him.

it was a name meant to degrade him, but it had a whole new meaning when you said it.

he'd probably play it over and over in his head, you calling him darylina, picturing himself face down ass up on your bed.

"aww... look at my little darylina all dolled up for me..."

when he was getting really into it, he might imagine himself in some pink lacy panties, or a little slip dress.

power play (ouch)

this really gets him riled up

when you've gotten into an argument with him, out of jealousy or something, and you just grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him into the wall.

he tries to throw his hands up in defense, but he goes weak. hes like mush in your grip.

it's even better if physically he's stronger than you, but he likes to drop his tough-guy facade and let himself be manhandled by someone like you.

def likes getting stepped on, at first he'd be like "th' fuck are you doin'?" but when you move your foot lower nd put pressure on his crotch, he becomes a mess.

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I’m seeing all these dom Daryl head cannons and how he calls you a ‘slut’ or a ‘dirty little whore’

NUH UH

this man is a sub and a clear bottom. I mean don’t get me wrong, but when you get what you want…lord help me.

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‘Come on sweetheart, you can take a little more, hmm?’

You cooed, bringing your mouth down to take at least five or six inches, both hands where twisting and pumping at his length, This action was met with a flex of Daryl’s hips, making you take a few more inches into your mouth.

‘I- I need ta, I need ta c-’

The sentence was interpreted by a deep moan that fell from his mouth. Lying sprawled out on the double bed, naked and venerable, he looked so pretty. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his eyes where blown wide with lust, his eyebrows where furrowed and through his mouth, heavy breaths, grunts, and the occasional moan and whimper escaped.

With a deadly slow reverse of your hands and mouth, you released him from your grasp, a pop filed the air when your lips released his pink and dribbling tip.

‘Don’, please. I wana- I need ta-’

His head lifted from the pillow and his eyes locked onto yours. Almost as if you had taken candy from a baby. You got up on your knees, towering with this legs between yours and your breasts on full display to him, you moved forward and on his cock, the tip pressing up against his abdomen. The man’s fingers clung to the sheets for dear life as your fluids leaked onto him.

‘Come on, use big boy words. What do you need?’

‘I need ta-‘

You dragged your hips forward, Daryl let out a strained whimper and his eyes slammed shut.

‘Oh baby, please’

He gasped as you lifted up and started the ever so slow descent down eight and a half inches that was beneath you. You placed your hands on his chest, fingers playing with his nipples. Slowly but steadily, you dipped down taking as much as you could. your breath was heavy and your heart was pounding. Sweet release, that’s what he wanted. Right? So that’s what he’s gonna get even if he is begging to stop.

‘If you’re a good boy, I will let you cum. But you have to wait just a little longer for me sweetheart. Can you wait just a little longer, like a good boy?’

Your body sat up right, now you were bottemed out and ready to give this poor man what he deserved. You’d been teasing him and promising him release for almost an hour. With his hands now grasping she sheets and his chest heaving he mumbled:

‘Ya like a good boy, please ca-‘

‘Can’t hear you.’

‘I’m a good boy. Please let me, ima- Ahhh’

He sighed as your hips lifted and dropped. This sent sparks to all of your nerve endings and left trails of fire within you. Daryl’s head tilted to the side and nestled in the charcoal pillow covers, his lip was drawn between his top and bottom teeth, and his back arched to try and meet the steady pace you had set.

‘Nuh uh, let me hear those needy lil’ sounds’

You commanded, your hand grabbed the side of his head by his dark hair and twisted his head to look at you. With pleading eyes he looked into yours almost as if to say ‘come on stubborn woman’. His hands reached for the nape of your back and pulled your forehead to his, your noses touched and your lips where agape, spilling short sighs that matched the pass you bobed up and down.

-thump. Thump. Thump.- skin on skin.

Daryl’s mouth opened and out came the most intense, deep-chested, guttural moan that his vocal cords could offer.

‘That’s it, I’m going to cum in a sec baby, just a few more. I promise sweetie.’

You whispered. Drip, drip, drip. Like water filling a cup. Almost there. Your speed increased trying to chase the earth shattering organisms you both wanted.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Until…

‘OH FUCK!’

The glass overflowed and you feel him start to twitch inside of you, waiting for your go ahead.

‘Cum for me Daryl.’

Not even the first letter into the demand, thick, warm spurts of his pleasure spilled deep inside of you. In desperation, he bucked his hips to meet your falling. Whimpers fell from both of mouths, mind numbing pleasure speed throughout his body and yours, like waves on a beach they just kept coming. The room in which you were now turned into a safe, intimate place which was filled with the sounds of skin, cries, screams and please where heard and sweat and pleasure could be smelt.

‘Good boy, that’s it. My good boy’

-thump. Thump. Thump.- his hips met your movements, speeding out the sensation of fireworks in every cell in your bodies.

‘There ya go.’

You whispered as your movements slowed, until they came to a halt. Daryl’s hands came to your temples and rubbed small circles, your hand soothed his scalp. Your eyes were hooked on his, analysing every detail of his face, every hair and wrinkle.

All he saw was a your face and your tendrils of hair on other side of him, like a curtain. Mouths slightly agape, you kissed his nose and cheek. If you could freeze time, you’d bask in this for ever. The feeling of being so full, so safe, so much that can’t be described. He was yours, you were his. You love him, he loves you.

‘Ya okay?’

….

‘Oh sweetie, I’m better than okay.’

‘sunshine?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Love ya.’

‘I love you to, you did so good for me. I’m so proud of you, Daryl.’

A hitched breath was heard as you slowly lifted up, your walls fluttered at the feeling of him leaving you, both of your releases spilled out into his lower abdomen and the sheet. You pulled the sheets over the two of you and snuggled into his arms, he hooked his big arms around you to pull you closer.

With your head on his chest, hearing his heart slow, his chest rise and fall and your big doe eyes looked up to meet his.

‘He’s so pretty, I’m so lucky’

You thought.

‘Ma god how did I end up with a girl as pretty as her?’

He thought.

….

‘Goodnight, sunshine.’

‘Goodnight, love’

And you were lulled to sleep by the sound of him, the feel of him. Him. Daryl, your Daryl.

[myownsharky]

Moremoremoremore sub Daryl (officially my fav account)

EEP ive gotten so many messages like this ^^ i’m so glad yall enjoy my little blurbs❤️❤️❤️

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hes such a virgin when he cums he probably cries a little nd is all like “‘m sorry- ‘m sorry miss i couldn- i couldn’t hold it it’s too good”

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the way hes squirming 😵‍💫 oh lird save me

[myownsharky]

thinking bout a virgin s1+2 daryl, who's hands get all sweaty whenever you’re near him <33

being his first, holding him down and riding him hard while he covers his red face with his forearm. his other hand shyly placed on your hip, grabbing it harshly whenever he’s close. he’s never felt this good before.

he’d probably tear up a little, at how overwhelming it is :((.

“aww cmon big boy, what’r the tears for?”

he’d respond with a little “nghh..” and turn his head away, ashamed.