#@differentcatcat

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Happy (Belated) Birthday @differentcatcat I hope you had a very happy fun birthday Susanne, love and hugs, ‘the other, kinda’ Suzanne 🥰🎁🎂🎈🥂🥰 Alex will be ‘round with his present later 😅

[skellybonesandtrees]

random questions that wont help you get to know your mutuals at all

tagged by @differentcatcat

favorite shampoo (scent or type/brand)?

I'm not loyal I just keep trying anything that helps control an oily scalp and really wispy, sleek brown hair.

do you sleep with the light on or your doors closed? why?

door closed. I grew up sharing a room in a house with open doors and no privacy. so now i take it and keep it. lights off.

hot or cold coffee/tea?

hot strong coffee with sugar in it coz I'm not insane. not a tea drinker but prefer it cold.

do you use the same username for all/most of your socials?

never. maybe facebook and orkut back when it was a thing. but i don't use social media that way.

white shoes, yay or nay? why?

nay. because of dirt.

what song is stuck in your head right now? (if none, last one you remember listening to?)

dirty diana

would you rather watch three twenty minute episodes or a one hour movie?

these days I'd take three twenty minute episodes

would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm?

...sure?

tagging @nicocoisanerd just because he might take pity on me and @askarsjustsoswedish was already tagged

[skellybonesandtrees]

@askarsjustsoswedish @differentcatcat

Guys I had my first Alexander Skarsgard dream ever (to my knowledge) and as it turns out it was about how I sat down close to him in an empty theater and started chatting with him. Then came back from doing something else and found out he changed seats, PROBABLY so he wouldn't have to deal with me! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[raewritesfiction]

Thanks for the reblog of Alex ski trip :>)

I don't really care for snow except for context to make the heat hotter.

Honestly I find snow is so pretty to LOOK AT. It always looks so amazing and so pretty! But do I actually like snow? Hell no! I like warmer weather thank you!!

[littlefreya]

Happy Birthday, most lovely Freya! Have a wonderful Festival. You are brilliant!

Awww! Thank you so much, my love! 🥰🖤

[askarsjustsoswedish]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and outside ❤️🫂🌸

Aww, thank you 🤗 Sending the same straight back to you 😘

[ajss13 gif]

[mariuch]

Virgins treated gently, spinsters satisfied, widows a specialty! @official-penis-posts @differentcatcat

[raewritesfiction]

Overqualified [Bill Skarsgard]

A/N: based on an anon ask to use the line “you’re fucking overqualified”. I started writing and it wrote itself. Enjoy!

Plot: PWP.

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard X Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Sloppy head. Pussy eating. Fingering. Unprotected P in V (use a condom!!)

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You moan loudly as Bill holds your pussy against his mouth; the man is eating as if it’s his last meal. The sheets are pulled off from every corner of the bed due to your writhing and pulling while the man between your legs makes you cum over and over until you’re sure you’ve forgotten what day of the week it is.

He pulls away after your fifth, or is it sixth, orgasm. Your head is swimming and that old cliche about seeing stars is making more sense to you now.

Bill isn’t done with you yet and his fingers slide into you and curl; you gasp and arch off the bed when he starts moving them quickly inside you. The pads of his fingertips press and rub against that sensitive spot inside you making you squirm. You can hear your arousal; the sounds are fit for a porn movie. Even laid on your back your thighs are soaked in your juices. You try to get away but grind your hips down for more and just as that intense moment of bliss is ready to explode inside of you… Bill withdraws his fingers.

You let out a long whine and lay panting; Bill is moving but your eyes won’t open right now so you have no clue what he’s doing. You feel your legs being spread wider and his hands gliding up your thighs to your hips, you twitch a little as something pushes against your very sensitive opening then let out a loud moan as his cock easily slips into you fully.

Bill groans roughly and positions himself for a deep pace; you’re barely breathing properly again before his hips are moving into you. He grunts and moans, fingers digging into your soft flesh leaving bruises and the mix of that slight pain mixed with how full you feel, his cock reaching every part of you and stretching you with a warm ache is a whole new pleasure.

The pillow under your head is all but rags and loose feathers from the way you pull at it. Your throat is raw and rough from your moans and screams of Bill’s name but somehow you manage to call out “Don’t stop!!”

Growling low, Bill pulls you onto his thrusting hips and pants harshly; he watches you through half closed eyes, his gaze roaming over every part of your sweat covered form beneath him. He doesn’t care about the torn pillows and ruined bed sheets - he’s happy to buy new ones as many times as he needs to.

You gasp and whine again “Fuck…. Fuck oh god!” It’s all you can manage as the climax you’d been chasing since he’d removed his fingers, crashes over you. Your hips lift and tremble, your legs turn to jell-o and you definitely can’t remember what day of the week it is or if it’s morning or night. Your scream is silent and your body tenses under Bill before going limp.

Laying on the bed panting you swallow thickly and realise there was no final moans of pleasure from Bill, instead he’s leaning down over you kissing your skin and stroking over the bruises on your hips. He’s asking if you’re okay, whispering sweet things to you and after what he had done to you there was no way you were leaving him unsatisfied.

It takes a few moments but you use what strength you have left to flip your positions and lift off of his solid cock. You smirk at him and shuffle down the bed; grazing your teeth over his defined abs and hips.

“Baby… you don’t have to..” he smiles softly but watches you intently.

“Oh I do..” you nod and lick along his cock, tasting yourself for the first time. You moan and relax your throat before taking as much of his length into your mouth as you were able. The man was endowed and he quickly fills your mouth and hits your throat. You groan around him and let your saliva mix with your juices on his cock, sucking as you slowly pull away and bob your head.

On each pull back you take a little more of his impressive size and as you get more comfortable your nose hits the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. Bill groans loudly and runs a hand into your messy hair, he grips lightly but doesn’t add any pressure - he wants to let you do what you want.

You groan around him and bob your head quickly; keeping your teeth covered and your tongue out. Looking up under your lashes you see his chest heaving with every one of your movements and he moans louder.

“Fuck..!!” He pants quickly and grips the edge of the bed until his knuckles are white.

You watch his stomach muscles and feel his cock twitch a moment before he calls out; you swallow around him and instead of stopping and pulling away, you continue. A new resolve fills you and you keep sucking along his cock. Bill gasps and sputters on the bed and you hold his hips down with an arm across his lower stomach, your free hand moves to his balls and massage him firmly.

“God damnit!! Fuck!!”

You hum and moan, his cock is still twitching against your tongue and his balls seem to be doing the same thing. Bill can’t keep himself still and claws at the blankets and sheets that are now a complete mess around you both.

“Babe!!” He yells and pulls at the bed.

Holding him down a little harder you work his cock, you know you’re drooling and the sounds coming from your mouth around him are a symphony of disgraceful lust.

“You’re fucking overqualified!!” He calls out and strains against the sheets as he practically roars with his climax. You once again dutifully swallow around him and tease with a few more light sucks in pulses around the head of his cock, making Bill let out a strangled whine before you pull away and watch him lay panting on the bed.

You smirk at the sight of him laying spent from your ministrations and wipe at your mouth, crawling up to lay beside him.

Bill opens his eyes lazily and looks at you through half-lidded eyes, he opens his mouth to say something but shakes his head and chuckles instead.

You smile and kiss his cheek, laying your head down on his chest, it takes little time before you hear his deep steady breathing of sleep and less time for you to join him.

-fin-

[raewritesfiction]

Backseat Heat [Daryl Dixon]

A/N: thank you @dixondisease for tagging me in this idea! I hope you like what I’ve done with it!

Plot: Daryl and female reader have fun in the back of a broken down car that Daryl is trying to fix up. Semi-established situationship - they meet up for stress relief but they aren’t an item.

Pairing: F!Reader X Daryl Dixon

Warnings: Smut - fingering, oral (M receiving), unsafe sex (use a condom!!

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You’d been watching Daryl from your spot under a large tree for a while now; the sun was hot in the sky as he worked relentlessly on a car that had been brought back to the prison. Rick wanted it fixed as soon as possible and so Daryl had been devoting his time to sorting it out. Things seemed to be going well so far but you could tell by Daryl’s strong language that the engine just wasn’t doing what he wanted or needed.

Daryl kicked a bench as the car, once again, didn’t start. You didn’t know cars well enough to be able to figure out what was wrong with it but you knew the sweaty, dirty covered man was getting to the end of his rope.

Looking around, you note that there’s few people outside right now and you get up, heading over to the makeshift garage where Daryl grumbled angrily about the “fuckin piece of junk”.

You don’t speak but instead just run your hands around his waist from behind. Daryl doesn’t jump and turns his head with a smirk “wha’ you think you’re doin’ woman?” You smile “you looked stressed… can’t be having that.”

Daryl huffs and shakes his head a little before sighing “dunno wha’s fuckin’ wrong with this thing.. replaced ever’thin with what we can find that works an’ still nothin’..”

You nod against the back of his shoulder and listen as he lists off everything he’s replaced or fixed, as if he’s trying to figure out if there’s something he’s missed but at the end of it he turns in your arms, pins you against the side of the rusty vehicle and kisses you passionately.

“Maybe some stress relief will help clear my head..” he smirks and opens the back door for you to get in, then climbs in after you.

The man kisses you like nobody has ever kissed you before; he knows how to take your breath away and get you worked up without putting his hands anywhere south of the border and this time is no different to the last or the first.

Everyone in the prison knew you two were hooking up as often as possible, but nobody said anything because they were probably hooking up with each other too. You find comfort anyway and anywhere you can in this apocalypse. You were surprised when Merle bit his tongue and didn’t say anything after he had walked in on Daryl railing you in the library - you and Daryl were expecting the worst from him but he’d never said anything to you and if he’d said anything to Daryl it was in private.

Daryl’s hands were up under your tee, groping over your skin and leaving oily marks when someone started yelling his name from outside.

“For fuck…” Daryl grumbles and looks out the broken window to see Andrew calling for him. “I’ll be right back… stay here…”

You huff and nod as Daryl clambers out the car and calls over “Wussup?”

You listen from the back seat as Andrew starts going off about how his small group are being treated by some of Rick’s group, you hear him ask Daryl to talk to his friend about it and see if he can sort it out. There’s other stuff that seems less important and you can tell by Daryl’s short replies that he just wants Andrew to leave so he gives the answers the man wants to hear and assures him when he sees Rick he’ll talk to him and no it’s absolutely unfair, we’re all in the same position and yes of course we’re a team now and we need to be able to trust one another.

It seems to take forever before Andrew walks off, happy with his discussion outcome. As soon as he’s out of sight Daryl crawls back into the back seat and kisses you again. You don’t care about what Andrew wanted so you don’t ask.

“I’m really not finished with you yet..” Daryl grins and quickly unbuttons your pants, pushing them down your legs while his hand slips between your legs to tease over your already soaking core.

The way he kissed and touched you was the biggest turn on you’d ever had and he loved to tease you about it.

“Already so wet… just from kissin’?” He sucks on your neck as his fingers work over you. “You always been this easy to work up?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head, “only by you..” Daryl chuckles low and pushes two fingers inside you, curling them as he thrusts into you. You rock and lift your hips to his fingers as he speeds them up the sound of your arousal fills the car making Daryl growl low. It never took him long to get you where you needed to be and as his thumb barely brushes your clit you arch and grip his biceps as you cum on his fingers, letting out a silent scream of pleasure.

“Good girl..” he whispers and watches you “you gon’ be a real good girl and take care of me?”

You nod and kiss him as you both awkwardly switch positions in the small space afforded to you. Your hands quickly unzip his pants and pull the material down, Daryl’s semi hard cock already straining against his boxers.

“If i’dda known this would happen… I wouldn’ta worn any..” he grins as you pull them down to free his length.

You waste no time and easily take him in your mouth; Daryl was still insanely proud that he had been the one to teach you how to give head and enjoyed praising how much of a fast learner you are.

You bob your head and swirl your tongue around his cock as you suck him fully, your hand massaging his balls firmly as you work on him. Daryl’s breathing is rough as you tease the head of his cock with your tongue.

“Woman…. Not yet! Stop…!” He gasps and pants as you pull away. “Get on me…”

You move and crawl over him, positioning yourself over his member and guiding him inside you. You both let out moans and start moving to one another causing the car to rock and creak. Daryl wraps an arm around you and helps you move your hips to him, his other hand moves to the back of your hair and tugs lightly as he kisses you.

Moans are swallowed as you speed up your hips, switching up your technique to keep him guessing as to what would come next.

“Woman I swear t’ god…” he grunts and moves his feet so he can thrust up into you. As his hips piston you can only hold onto him and whine his name close to his ear. Your eyes shut tightly and the way he pants, grunts, moans and whispers in your ear makes everything all too much.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum that fast? You want it so bad you can’t hold back?”

You call out against his neck, your hips grinding down onto him as the waves of pleasure wash over you.

“I’m close..” Daryl grunts “move….”

You climb off him and lean down, taking him in your mouth again and sucking hard. His hips buck up into you and the hand in your hair grips tighter, holding your head in place as he grunts roughly with his release - his head falls back against the seat rest and he groans as he relaxes.

Daryl watches you swallow his load and smirks as you wipe the corners of your mouth. “Thassa good girl…”

You wink and both of you redress before climbing out the car and looking around; if anyone had seen or heard they hadn’t come looking.

Daryl looks at the driver’s seat and slides in, trying the ignition again and sitting surprised as it starts on the first try.

“Maybe it needed a good bang..” you remark, making Daryl huff out a laugh.

[skellybonesandtrees]

Murder by rock. Nobody figured out the motive.

[mariuch]

Urethra Parkway. Somewhere in Texas, USA...

@differentcatcat @official-penis-posts

[raewritesfiction]

Quiet in the Library [Daryl Dixon]

A/N: okay a prequel to shut up and ride! (Works well on its own too!)

Plot: reader and Daryl are in a bed buddy type situation ship. Prison era. Daryl finds the reader in the prison library and fun ensues…. But they get caught.

Pairing: Female!Reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings: smut - fingering, oral (m receiving), unsafe sex using the pull-out method (Wear a condom). Minor homophobia (Merle) if you squint??

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The library was quiet…and a total mess. You had volunteered yourself to sort through the shelves and the books. While there were things to be done and chores around the building and grounds, it was a morale booster to have some other form of entertainment.

Hidden behind an empty shelf, you don’t hear Daryl walk in and quietly step around some piles you had already sorted. You jump when his hands glide around your waist and he has to cover your mouth to stop you making a noise.

“Ssh! We’re in a library..” he smirks at you, feeling you relax against him and put down the books in your hands.

“Thought you were on patrol today?” You whisper.

“I switched with Rick..” he kisses up your shoulder and neck, hands riding up under your top to touch your skin.

“Oh, I see..” your head leans back against his shoulder, giving the man better access to your sensitive neck.

Daryl undoes your well-worn and patched jeans, slipping his hand down the front and curling over your folds. “Been a while since we’ve had alone time..” he whispers.

You swallow thickly and nod; your hips are already moving to his fingers and you’re sure it’s been weeks, if not a couple of months at least, since you had been alone together for any length of time. Nothing that had allowed more than a rushed fumble.

Daryl’s fingers work over your clit in circles then dip into you and curl before going back to your clit. That man knew exactly how to work you up and get your motor running.

“I don’t wanna cum in your fingers this time… I want to cum around your cock..” you whisper into the room and pant quietly.

He hums and nips at your neck just enough to leave a light red mark that would be gone by tomorrow. “We’ll get on yer knees first…” he slips his hand away and turns you around, watching you instantly sink down and work at his belt and pants to release him from the fabric confines.

Daryl licks his lips and watches you wrap your hand around his length, jerking him slow and firm before your lips close around the head. He lets out a quiet moan and closes his eyes as your mouth and hand work in tandem to make him fully hard.

The weight of his cock on your tongue and the stretch of his size in your mouth makes drool run down your chin; a sight Daryl lives for and he’s soon panting out grunts, steadying himself so he doesn’t just thrust into your mouth - there would be time for that another day but right now he wanted your hot wet pussy around him.

“Stop… stop… not yet…” he whispers and pulls you away, looking down into your wide eyes, streaks of tears leaking from them. “Good girl… stand up and turn around…”

You get to your feet and turn your back to Daryl, planting your hands on the table in front of you as he quickly pulls down your jeans and lifts your tee. His rough hands knead your tits, fingers teasing and pinching your nipples; steadily harder and harder until they’re bruised and throbbing from his touch while you’re a whimpering mess.

“Daryl…”

“Ssh…” he reminds you and lines up his cock with your entrance, slipping into you fully with a single thrust that knocks the wind from your lungs. “We don’t got much time…”

You nod and push your hips back, you know this, you never have much time. Daryl grips your hips tight and starts thrusting his hips into you; the table you’re leaning on rocks and wobbles on uneven legs but thankfully doesn’t hit the wall.

Daryl grunts and moans behind you as you pant and bite your lip to stop you from calling out as every thrust hits deep inside you. Your motor was running overtime and you knew it wasn’t going to be long before something would give if Daryl kept up this pace.

Neither of you hear the library door open and Merle step in. Neither of you see him look around for anyone else before continuing to watch Daryl rail you over the desk; pushing you down and gripping the back of your hair to keep you in place - at least this way you could use a nearby book to gag your mouth and muffle the sounds coming out of it.

Merle smirks to himself and shakes his head - now he’s figured out where Daryl has been sneaking off to, who with and why. Secretly he’d always thought Daryl was a gay virgin and would die as one, he was proud to know neither of these things were true and he was in fact getting more than Merle ever had. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was truly happy about the last part of that realisation. Merle takes one last look and heads back out the library, not caring if the door made any noise on his way out.

The door clicks shut and you both look over. “What was that?!” You pant.

“Unless it’s a walker, I don’ care!” Daryl grunts “come on girl… cum for me… lemme feel that pussy pulse!”

Your eyes roll back at his words and your body takes over completely; you bite down on the book you’d been using as a gag, body tensing and that motor finally falls apart inside you. Daryl thrusts a few more times as you ride out your climax then pulls out, wrapping a hand around himself and jerking quickly. You turn and fall to your knees, still panting, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

It takes only a moment and Daryl is grunting through clenched teeth as he cums on your tongue and in your mouth. He pants and slows his hand looking down at you. With your wide eyes and hair in a pony, you’d pass as innocent to anyone else - only Daryl knew how much of a slut you could be for him as he watched his seed drip off your tongue onto your bare chest.

“Swallow…”

You close your mouth and swallow his load.

“Good girl.”

You use your fingers to clean off the drips from your chest, sucking them clean for him to watch.

“Very good girl.”

Daryl helps you off the floor and you both redress, making sure you were once again decent before you leave the library. It’s as you’re walking back to the main area that you realise why the door had made a noise.

“Merle… where’s Daryl?” You hear a voice call down the corridor.

“Oh… he’s in the library..” Merle calls back and laughs. “Doin’ some reading’ on the kama sutra!”

-fin-

[mariuch]

It sings. Murderbot sings. It needed a diversion, and so did we. Ahhhhhhh…

Your new sound bite.

🎵 there's a place beyond the wormhole

a place that only lovers know

the brave, the hopeful, the lost, the true... 🎵

@differentcatcat @maxwell-demon @askarsjustsoswedish @murderbot-moodboard @rosewind2007

[skellybonesandtrees]

what does one have to do to get murdered these days? 😭

If I were a security guard for a person who’s being targeted by assassins I simply wouldn’t devote my entire attention span to every single noise I hear.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Mine

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Summary: Eric shows you what it means to be his.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Alcohol, Bachelorette Parties, Glamoring, Kissing, Hair-Pulling, Biting, Blood Sucking, Vampirism, Blood Contracts, Possessive Behavior, Body Worship, Teasing, Taunting, Orgasm Deny/Delay, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, Nipple Biting, Size Kink, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Mirror Sex

Word Count: 2.6k+

Tags: @differentcatcat @jessicafangirl @spice-honey

Read more Eric!

You aren’t entirely sure how you ended here with him like this, but you aren’t exactly complaining, either. What started out as a raucous bachelorette party at Fangtasia turned into a deeply provocative conversation about your innermost desires with its handsome owner. He’d singled you out in front of everyone, bringing you onstage before convincing you to let him drink from you in exchange for a night of pleasure you ‘would never forget’. You’d gone home with strangers before, sure, but you’d never even met a vampire before, let alone let one bite you. But he assured you that he’d make it worth your while. And with a face like that and a voice like his, well… who could say no?

You now lay on his bed opposite a wall full of mirrors, propped on your side as he traces his fingertips up your calf, leaving a trail of goosebumps up the bend just behind your knee up into your thigh. You watch him slip two fingers beneath the hem of your underwear before pulling it taught and snapping it against your skin, forcing you to gasp.

“Are you sure you still want this, sweetheart?” He taunts with a smirk. “Last chance to go back to your drunk friend and listen to how much she hates that fiancé of hers.”

“I’m sure.” You’ve never wanted anything more in your entire life. Your long dry spell leading up to tonight left you desperate for an excuse to get out of the house, to break your mundane pattern of solitude, leading you straight to him. The way he looked at you from across the room made you feel like you were the only woman in the world, the only one for him. He was unlike anyone else you’ve ever met before; elegant and mysterious, sensual and alluring. No one you’d ever met had paid this much attention to you before, had captivated you long enough to agree to a binding physical contract you would normally reject. You’ve never been more sure of anything than you are right now.

Your breath quickens as that sting spreads into the deeper layers of your skin, that needy heat building up inside as he calmly sits down on the bed beside you, pushing the fabric of your dress up around your waist to get a better view. You watch him take his time gently grazing his palms over your hips and thighs, worshiping your body by tracing invisible designs into your skin. Your quiet moans shift that grin of his into a satisfied smile, visible only from the mirrors in front of you before he presses a few soft kisses into your shoulders. He hums an old Norse tune into your ear as he continues to caress you, making every inch of your skin tingle in anticipation as he brushes the hair away from your neck.

“Good girl,” he purrs into the sensitive spot just behind your ear, forcing your body to tense as he curls his fingers beneath your underwear again, pulling it forcefully down your hips before ripping it off. “Then you agree to be mine.”

“Yes,” you barely breathe out, his bold words making your cheeks flush a warmer hue.

He laughs to himself before swiftly sliding his fingers between your cheeks, gliding them over your folds to spread the moisture that’s collected there up and down your seam. “Because I already had someone drive them home. It’s just you and me now.”

You nod in silence, letting his electric touch send sparks up into your core as he continues kissing your neck, glancing up every now and again to watch your reaction as he slowly pushes his chilly fingers inside your entrance.

“Eric!” You moan as they expand your slick, inner walls with practiced restraint, feeling nearly every inch of you before pulling out just far enough to push back in again, causing you to rock your hips along with his steady rhythm. You close your eyes as he delves his digits even deeper into you at just the right angle, finally finding that bundle of nerves tucked up inside you with a curl of his finger.

Sweet Jesus, he’s so good at that.

His frigid pace grows faster, your internal heat warming him up as he starts to nip desperately at the nape of your neck. The muscles in your abdomen can’t help but tighten as the sound of his fingers inside you echoes against the walls, nearly drowning out the sound of his shallow breathing and your needy moans.

“Yes?” He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, leaving a clear coat of your arousal over your ass and hips as he brings them up to your mouth before pressing them against your lips.

Instead of answering him, you take the hint and open your mouth to suck on his fingers, savoring your own tangy flavor as he pushes them past your tongue, practically gagging you in the process. You control your breathing and run your tongue in between them, being sure to look at him in the mirror as you siphon off every last bit of your juices, your spit now pooling at the corner of your mouth, dripping down onto the mattress.

“See how good you taste?” He praises with darkened eyes, a pleased smirk gracing his features just before he pushes you onto your back. “And that’s just your pussy.”

He kisses your mouth before you have a chance to react, tasting the remainder of your essence on your lips and tongue as he breathes you in, letting your scent mix in with the way you taste as he greedily explores your mouth. He has a flavor of copper and iron with a salty aftertaste as he settles on top of you, slowly shedding that cold hard exterior he presented you with onstage. He lets out a series of breathy moans in between each desperate kiss, licking and sucking your lips into his mouth as if they tasted of milk and honey. Groaning as your hands instinctively find their way up onto his chest, he allows them to move across the thin fabric of his tank top and down to his waist as he grinds his hips against your nearly naked body.

He twists the fabric of your dress in his hands and rips it right off, grinning like a schoolboy as he takes in the sight of your naked breasts devoid of any undergarment before hungrily pressing his mouth against them. He nips at your chest and clavicle, teasing the imminent threat of his painful bite at any time as your chest heaves with desire, perking your nipples right into his mouth. He sucks on each of them, lingering on one a little longer than the other, pulling it into his mouth and twisting that sensitive tissue in between his teeth. That mixture of pain and pleasure forces your back to arch and your eyes to roll back into your head, triggering that fire deep within you. It melts its way down to your core, sizzling through every nerve on its way down as he places his palm between your shoulder blades to keep you near.

“Ooh, so that’s the spot, huh?” He looks up at you with lust blown eyes, his pupils nearly taking up all the space within them as he licks a slow, tantalizing circle around it.

“Uh-huh,” you whine with a nod, looking down at him hopefully as you run your fingers through his hair.

He grins just in time to reveal his fangs, biting into the fatty tissue just above your nipple with a sharp twinge of pain, forcing you to inhale quickly. Your mouth falls open as you watch your own blood fill his mouth, staining his lips a dark crimson as he closes his eyes, allowing himself to get lost deep within you. He moans against your skin as he sucks on your nipple even harder, swallowing his first gulp as it floods his taste buds with the sweet fruity flavor of the wine you’ve been sipping on all night.

You tug on his hair as he bites down even harder, threatening to gnaw your nipple right off as the pain from his teeth blends with the pleasure of his tongue, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips in order to get some sort of friction between them. That delicious, tingling sensation starts to burn brighter, faster within you as it spreads like wildfire throughout the rest of your body. You can feel his erection growing beneath his jeans as he grinds his hips between your thighs. Each drink he takes from you engorges it with more of your blood, stoking that internal flame as it presses harder between them, begging to be released. You pull him in even closer as he nearly sends you over the edge, that wildfire on the brink of igniting into a raging inferno before he pulls his fangs out of you and halts the movement of his hips.

“Eric,” you’re breathlessly disappointed as he pulls his mouth off of you, a sly look crossing his ruby red lips.

“Eric, what?” He repeats mockingly, licking the excess blood off the middle of your chest, purposefully avoiding your nipple as it drips from his lips and chin.

“But I was about to…” You run your hand through his hair as he cleans you up, licking your skin like a cat with its milk.

“About to what?” He grabs onto your wrist and pulls it away from his hair, holding it next to his mouth as he looks up at you with a stern glare. “About to come? Just from that?”

You nod as that dreaded feeling of shame washes over you, forcing you to look away from him. You can’t quite explain it, but something about his touch alone is more arousing than actual sex with half the people you’ve been with before. Now you feel stupid for saying anything at all.

“You think I should let you?” He keeps his eyes on you with a chuckle, kissing the inside of your wrist before placing it back into his hair. “You sound awfully ungrateful.”

You sigh in defeat as he denies your pleasure, that cruel nature of his floating back up to the surface as he pulls away from you, leaning back and standing up at the edge of the bed.

“Look at yourself,” he instructs, nodding over to the mirror that you’d nearly forgotten was there. “How many of your other lovers have done this for you? Drank your blood, tasted every inch of you from the inside out?”

“None of them.” You turn your head and look at your own reflection, streaks of your blood still glistening in the dim lamplight of the room as they branch out from where he’s bitten you. The evidence is clear that you’re already on your way to becoming his. The spots where he attempted to clean you up had smeared and already dried, cracking against your skin as you hear him unbuckle his belt.

“That’s what I thought.” He tosses his shirt off and steps out of his shoes before pulling his pants down, revealing the prize beneath as you finally look back at him, trying not to gasp.

Sweet Jesus, he’s gorgeous.

His size is even more massive than you originally guessed as you admire him for what seems like ages. Your mouth falls agape as he spreads that drop of precum up and down his shaft for your visual pleasure, the muscles in his abdomen rippling in anticipation as he makes himself even harder just by looking at you.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he reassures you as he gratuitously strokes himself with a confident grin. “I want to make sure you feel good.” He whispers, pressing his knees into the mattress.

“Yeah?” You ask, exasperated as you sit up onto your elbows to watch him get closer. You try to convince yourself that this is real and not just some sort of wild dream as you spread your legs for him until he’s bobbing in between your thighs, but your brain’s having trouble making that distinction.

“You’ll taste better that way.” He brushes your clit with the tip of his cock, rushing your body with bursts of bliss each time he passes over it until he’s good and sure you’re wet enough to take him in.

You hold your breath as he pushes inside, watching intently as he slowly stretches your viscera in an achingly hypnotic thrust upward. That internal heat stirs up again as you envelop him completely, the feeling of his pelvis more than welcome against the bottom of your thighs as he holds himself there for a second. Instead of pulling out and speeding back up again, he just stares longingly into your eyes, giving you time to adjust to his enormous girth as his stifled breath warms your face. His mouth falls open into a kiss as he pushes in even deeper, the tip of his head tapping against your cervix as you begin to shudder around him.

“Oh my god, Eric,” you moan into his mouth, feeling his thumb rub tiny little circles into your clit as he runs his other hand through your hair. You can’t believe how amazing he feels, how every neural pathway in your body is set ablaze, singed by the very fire of his touch that no other man alive was even able to spark.

“I told you it’d fit,” he whispers, tugging on your hair before pulling his hips back and violently thrusting them back inside you. He kisses your lips more aggressively this time, his tongue tasting every gasp he’s able to draw out of you with each thrust of his pelvis, his own breath faltering as he cries out your name.

You can feel his grip on your hair tighten as he drives himself inside you again and again, stretching your smooth muscle to capacity as he glides in and out of you repeatedly, tingling the breadth of your insides. Kisses quickly turn into bites as the rhythm of his hips becomes more frantic, his fangs emerging just as his thumb pushes you over the edge of ecstasy, sending you into the unknown depths of your euphoria. Your body doesn’t know how to handle it, doesn’t know how to react to such an intense sensation as he mercilessly crashes into you, his desperate pace forcing you to descend deeper into that dark, delicious state until your entire body convulses, completely overwhelmed by it. You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him buried inside as your muscles spasm around him, a loud chorus of your moans echoing off the mirrored walls as your pleasure wreaks havoc on your body.

You barely notice when he sinks his fangs into you again, this time groaning into your throat like a wild animal as your body milks him for all he’s worth, gulping down that intoxicating serum as it oozes from your throat past his lips. His hips speed up to an inhuman rate, those groans of his shifting into feral growls as he releases his thumb from your bud just to hold your hips in place as he loses himself in the feeling of your body, in the flavor of your blood.

Red hot crimson blood drips down your neck as his white hot fluid shoots up inside you, both of them eventually spilling out despite his best efforts to consume and contain as much as he can between the both of you. He mewls against your neck as he sputters a few more times between your inner walls, still pulling tightly on your scalp as you both ride out the aftershock of your orgasm.

“You’re mine now.” He whispers into your ear, smearing your blood into your hair as he shakily kisses your neck and jawline. “No one else can have you, drink from you, or harm you in any way.” He pulls back to look at you adoringly, your blood smattered across his chin like war paint before he bites down on his own wrist to carefully seal your wound. “If they do, they’ll have to answer to me.”

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Ride [Daryl Dixon X Reader]

A/N: This… came to me? Enjoy? Not betad.

Plot: Daryl takes you out on a supply run on the bike. (Inexperienced but not totally innocent Daryl… he knows what he does to you but doesn’t quite know how to handle it…. Or you).

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!reader

Warnings: Smut. Masturbation with a bike??? Oral (F&M receiving).

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The crossbow wielding, bike riding, backwoods redneck had been teasing you for weeks now. The man hadn’t made his move on you but it was obvious to everyone around that you were both flirting with each other and it was getting on everyone’s nerves.

This particular morning you had been having a very good dream that had ended right before the best part could happen; you awoke panting and sweating to a yell from Daryl at your open front door telling you to get dressed, you were going on a run together. As much as you had been flirting, he still wouldn’t come to your room to wake you.

You swallow hard and call back you’ll be right down as you run a hand through your hair and hope it wasn’t obvious you were flustered by the time you got outside.

“C’mon..” Daryl leans against his bike outside your house.

“No truck?” You ask.

“Don’ need it… bike’s fine.” He drawls and puts out his cigarette.

You nod and climb on the back of the bike; this has to be Rick’s doing, pairing you up like this again for another run when you’d only recently done one.

The bike roars to life and you have to bite your lip to hold back a squeak as it vibrates through you. You’re still sensitive as hell from your dream and frustrated you never got the happy ending part; that woulda been a way to wake up for sure.

Daryl steers off and you head out the gates down the road; you’re usually so relaxed riding pillion with Daryl but this morning you’re tense and trying to hold yourself together. Daryl seems to notice your tension and looks back over his shoulder as he stops at a junction.

“Ya okay?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah… yeah I’m fine.”

“Ya sure? Relax then will ya..?”

You nod “sorry… didn’t realise I wasn’t.” You lie and wrap your arms around his waist as he rides off. You keep your face hidden against his back as the bike continues to rumble through you; it’s having a very specific effect and you find it hard to keep quiet, opting to bite your lip and feign yawns as the undeniable pleasure starts building between your legs.

By the time Daryl comes to a stop you can’t hide the fact you’re panting against him and you were so damn close to where you wanted to be but he turns off the bike.

“What’s wrong wit’ ya..? Panting like a damn dog.”

“Uh…” you try to come up with an answer but fail, instead you carefully climb off the bike and immediately sink into a squat beside it.

“Oh…” Daryl may have been inexperienced but he wasn’t stupid, he figured out exactly what was happening and stands smirking at you; he watches for a few seconds and then steps over “want a hand?”

“Why? What you offering?” The words had left your mouth before you could stop them and now there was really no taking them back.

Daryl holds out his hand for you to take, you do so and squeak as he quickly pushes you back against the bike to sit on the edge with your legs spread.

Now? Now he decides to make his move? In the middle of run down buildings where anything could appear?

You look up at the man standing between your legs as he speaks “I said… d’ya want a hand…?” You fail to find words and instead just nod before looking around the area.

Daryl smirks again and nods “.. ‘s what I thought..” he makes quick work of undoing your jeans and pulling them down your legs with your panties before sinking to his knees “Looks like ya made a mess..” he remarks and spreads your knees as far as the denim at your ankles would allow. You blush and have no time to say anything before Daryl has pushed his face between your legs, licking and sucking over you with fervour.

“Oh… fuck!” You grip the bike as he tips you back and growls against you. You’re already a panting mess again and you’re embarrassed by how little work it takes from Daryl to bring you to the brink again.

His hands move over your thighs and hips, up under your tee to your ribs and you arch to wherever his hands find themselves until he takes the hint and reaches up a little further to knead and massage your breasts; his fingers teasing your nipples until they’re hard and aching.

“Fuck… Daryl!” You moan and drop your head back, holding back a louder moan as you hit your peak and finally hit the climax you’d been desperately chasing in your dream.

Daryl laps over you and hums, his hands gliding over you soothingly as you relax and look down at him. He pulls away slowly and kisses over your inner thighs before standing. After a few moments you redress yourself and lick your lips.

“How about… I give you a hand now?” You run a hand through your messy hair.

“Wha?” Daryl frowns and then looks down as you motion to the tent in his pants.

You look around again and nothing has appeared from the many hiding places so you sink down into a squat, leaning back against the bike as you unzip Daryl’s pants; pulling them down with his boxers to free him.

Daryl leans forward and places his hands on the bike when you lick along the underside of his exposed cock.

“Fuck…” he groans.

You slowly close your mouth around him, hollowing out your cheeks as you take him deeper and suck hard pulling another low groan from him.

“Woman…” he gasps and closes his eyes.

Your hands travel up his thighs to his hips and ass, squeezing as you move your head faster. You weren’t sure how long Daryl would last but at this pace you didn’t think it would be long.

“I…” he grunts and pants roughly.

Taking this to mean you were right you suck harder, squeezing his ass and moaning around him as you worked him. His grunts and moans mix until they become a simple mantra of “Fuck” as he reaches his own climax, his release coating your tongue.

You swallow around him, looking up under your lashes to catch the expression of ecstasy on his face as you do so before pulling away and wiping the corners of your mouth.

Daryl takes a few moments and then shakily pulls up his clothes to redress himself.

“That mouth is gon’ get ya in ta trouble..” he breathes.

You wink and stand “so… we’d better… look for supplies or they’ll get suspicious.”

“Let ‘em be… there’s more I wanna do ta ya..”