#majestic-jean

[natsuki208]

My (not so long) Appreciation Post for Jean Kirstein!

(Sorry friend, but this definitely includes spoilers so you can’t read it)

When I first started watching AOT I didn’t really thought much of Jean, but once I started reading the latest chapters of the manga at the time (and because of JM pics) he began to grow on me.

He’s started off as an insecure kid who wanted nothing to do with the titans and just live his own life quietly. The Military Police was his only option in his mind and only entered the cadets to become qualified to join (Eren calls him out on this for not wanting to use these skills to fight)

I’m smug and I know it ;)

All of that changed once his hometown of Trost was invaded. He and the other cadets were forced to jump into battle against the titans and he was scared out of his mind.

He may have led the charge to the Armoury, and aided to take out the titans roaming there, but he still didn’t felt cut out to be a leader type - until a certain someone close to him shares inspiring words of how being weak makes him relatable and easier for others to look up to. Words from a boy who believed in his potential from the start.

Look at my boys!

This lead to his traumatising reaction when he found Marco’s corpse after the battle. Someone who believed in him is now long dead, and Jean felt horrible to see his body burn away with other poor souls who lost their lives to the titans.

Jean didn’t wanna leave Marco’s memory in vain, so he decided to give up on his selfish goal and do the right thing by joining the Scout Regiment - still scared as hell even during the ceremony.

The night he watched his soulmate burn.

Throughout the series, we see him grow even more into a admired character by the others, Armin and Eren respect him a lot and even Levi and Hange to a degree. And I will say this: he’s the only character I feel wasn’t completely ruined in S4.

He’s now a lot more confident in his position and is titled commanding officer, with still rough flaws, but at least smart enough to know that Eren was planning something when ‘lying’ to Armin and Mikasa. He keeps everyone on the right track to fight against titans and the yeagerists, as with good leadership qualities should.

Not just in the looks department.

Surely he was almost tricked by Floch to give everything up once more, but he’s grown pass that with still holding onto the memory of Marco. During the final battle, he was the one who nearly finished off Eren by blowing off his head. As much as I didn’t like Connie this season, he still acknowledged that all of them made it through thanks to Jean.

Now with being an ambassador, he’s still taking lead to change the world alongside Armin and the others. In conclusion, he’s one of the most human characters in this series - I can see why he was Isayama’s favourite for a time.

Happy Birthday again to the majestic stallion.

Okay, I give in. He’s also handsome as hell.

🐴 ✨✨

[virfujiwara]

Art request for @bookishdruid <3 thank you, and I hope you like this!

[sinisternymphette]

oh no....I think I'm back into my Jean obsession.... (but can you blame me?)

[felizusnavidad]

fave lyrics from "cabinet battle #1"?

i seriously couldn't wait for this one, i love ALL cabinet battles equally, they are my children (including the third one that's only on hamilton mixtape). let's go:

these are wise words, enterprising men quote them, don't act surprised, you guys, cause i wrote them - just remember this line for the bonus you're gonna get today hshshsh

thomas, that was a real nice declaration, welcome to the present, we're running a real nation, would you like to join us or stay mellow, doing whatever the hell it is you do in monticello? - ok, sorry but like... i have to put this gif here i can't control myself

(fun fact: this gif was my first hamilton header months ago when i changed my entire personality after watching ham)

sitting there useless as two shits, hey, turn around, bend over, i'll show you where my shoe fits - iconic iconic iconic

bonus 1: ok, so first thing i wanna give you is from ham4ham, they were performing cabinet battle #1 BUT lin was playing jefferson & daveed was playing hamilton which is super funny and confusing (& lin saying don't act surprised you guys cause i wrote them is too damn funny):

bonus 2: the try not to rap challenge... but lin fails. don't ask me how many times i've watched this one (also lin being the only one who messed up his own song, he's an icon he's a king he's my hero):

[lonelyneuronaboard]

Listen.

I have questions and I'm not sure if I want to hear the answers, but.

Who's the idiot trying to bring back some of the 90s and 2000s fashion nightmares?

Cuz it was fucking horrible, okay? And I can say this because I lived through it.

I still get shivers just thinking about the low-rise jeans and the baggy ones that would get soaked almost to the knees when it rained.

You know what should come back and stay instead?

The cloaks.

The billowing hooded cloaks.

The gothic horror fashion.

[mpwma]

🎙️ Huge night at Impact Final Resolution 2023! Frankie Kazarian vs. Shelton Jean - a matchup that's gonna be absolutely tremendous! Should we cover this epic showdown on our podcast? Leave your thoughts in the comments, your opinion matters, folks! Let's make wrestling great again! 👊🌟 #ImpactFinalResolution #KazarianVsJean #WrestlingDebate #ControversialOpinions #Winning

[the-curious-cat24]

Yelan is having a vacation in Inazuma ❤️

[borntoloos]

[greenlight20]

My boy passed away February 23rd 2023... He was anemic and was in and out of the vet since Thanksgiving 2022...

My boyfriend adopted Jean from the humane society in 2014... He already had the name jean valjean...

I saw Jean everyday for 6 years... He was my best friend... He was the kindest, most respectable cat I've ever met... Jean would regulate his own eating and consistently groom himself... He hated being held (unless it was to look out a window) and getting bath's... He had a soft meow for being a bigger breed... Jean would constantly stare at you as well with his beautiful green eyes... I loved that the most... When it was windy, he would watch the leaves blow around outside... We would Open the front door on nice days for the cat's to look out the glass screen door... They all loved watching the birds and squirrels together...

Jean would sleep in our bed almost every night and always on my side... He would walk over our feet instead of our heads because he was respectable like that... Jean was also weird... He would obsess over one spot for about a month... For example, he laid in a box on top of the microwave for the longest time... He would only leave the box for food and to use the bathroom...

When Jean and our other cat (Hank) would play, Jean would stand his ground... He would let himself get hit because he was a tough boy... Jean would always protect our female cat (suko) too from getting beaten up by Hank... Jean was suko's protector...

Jean was a majestic boy... He was very quiet when he walked and maneuvered around... He was also kind... At food times he would let the other cats eat first before he took his turn... He was the alpha of our home... He was our rock... Our little prince...

Jean loved eating grass from outside... He loved getting soft cat food and canned tuna... He loved catnip treats... He loved checking out new stuff we brought home like groceries, clothes, furniture... He loved laying in the sun or on the bed... He loved laying on the chair on the inclosed front porch... He loved chasing the reflection of your phone on the wall... He loved being chased around the house and rolling around on his back...

We buried Jean in the backyard under the young magnolia tree we planted last year... We are currently waiting on his tombstone to arrive... This summer we are going to fix up his grave... Plant grass seed/flowers... We are going to plant a wild flower garden close by too...

I already miss him... Everyone misses him... The house feels different as soon as you walk in... You can tell his presence is no more... I haven't dreamt of him yet... The other cat's know he's gone and they have been sad...

[rosesaints]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* IT'S A MATCH! — jjk men on dating apps

// you've matched with: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen

summary: your experiences with the jjk men on various dating apps (hc and small blurb set) fem!reader warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex (all), breeding kink (nanami), public sex (gojo and geto), car sex (geto), praise kink (geto), nipple play (gojo), fem!receiving oral (sukuna), overstimulation (sukuna)

: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU

you match with gojo on HINGE!

listen, i—this man is hinge's exact target audience. his first photo is the most majestic, stunning photo you've ever seen (it was 100% taken by a professional photographer) and the rest of his photos are the most obscure, borderline concerning memes (what the fuck is onika burgers...?) combined with some... brow-raising prompt answers. "dating me is like: dating the most perfect angel princess supermodel superstar 🐬❤️‍🔥🤯🥰😋👑✨ ever" and "i go crazy for: some CRAZY sloppy top like gawk gawk 1000% vacuum seal special hmu"

he is so unserious. he leaves an interesting message on a photo of yours that he likes: "may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took your mom to the hospital to give birth to you" like ofc you match

he either messages you instantly or takes 5 business days, there is no in-between. you have three conversations going on simultaneously about different topics and at this point, you just wanna meet this man (get dicked down) and finally, he asks you out to go check that new cafe with gourmet pastries downtown!

gojo's got you crowded up against a brick wall outside of the cafe in broad daylight, sucking wet, sloppy marks into your neck and only continuing to migrate lower until he's pulling down a side of your shirt to reveal the soft material of your lacy bra. you're whining, looking around the alleyway in fear that one of the workers is going to step outside, "gojo... quit it, someone could come out any minute," but your actions betray your words, tugging on his hair to continue.

instead of acknowledging you, he takes a long sip out of his abomination of a drink, some iced caramel blended drink with fixings that made the barista earlier grumble under their breath, and comes back to one of your nipples with cold, cold lips that send a shock down your spine. "so fucking sweet. could taste you all day long."

you barely notice the way his other hand has sneaked down to the front of your jeans, hastily undoing the button and quickly descending to the where you need him most.

"you just gotta stay quiet. you can do that for me, yeah?"

: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU

you match with geto on TINDER!

when you swipe right on geto, you get one of those notifications that encourages you to super-like just because of how popular he is. he has some great photos, a few smiling ones with friends, one that shows off his impressive car, absolutely beaming with pride, but it's his last photo that makes you take the leap and super-like his profile. it's a mirror selfie of him after what looks like a hard and successful day at the gym, muscles flexed, hair tied back showing off his piercing, and looking so fucking delicious with a sheen of perspiration that makes him look otherworldly.

he's so good at keeping the conversation going, he compliments your top ten artists, and he even asks about the pet that you have in one of your selfies! it's all in great fun and you guys even exchange numbers and plan a date (dinner and a movie) within the next three days.

you guys don't even make it to the movie. your hand slides up against the fogged up glass window of his car, breaths coming out in irregular intervals as geto slams his dick up to make a home in your pussy. your hands are going every which way, lost and going insane with the sensation of him mercilessly bouncing you up and down, completely undressed while he still sits fully clothed in the driver's seat.

"f-fuck, good girl," geto grits his teeth, head thrown back like he's the one being tortured. "so fucking tight and wet and—holy shit, holy shit—"

at the uncontrolled praise, you moan wantonly, pussy clenching against his hard length as you reach even closer to your peak. "geto, 'm gonna cum, shit, please!"

when he looks back into your eyes, pupils blown wide and you feel your heart stutter at his next words. "who said you could cum yet?"

: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO

you match with nanami on BUMBLE!

it's a week before your sibling's wedding and you have no date! during the bachelorette party, wasted out of your mind, you come to the sad realization that you might just have to suffer through the ceremony and reception alone while surrounded by other people who are happily partnered up. what could possibly be worse?

nanami kento is the most put-together and successful man you see in the first half hour of swiping through the app. like holy fuck, why are you here? this man has carefully cultivated his profile to include a very tasteful bio, a set of photos that showcase a rare, smiling photo of him (courtesy of gojo), and has all his interests, career, what he's looking for, etc. you pause when you see that he has "wants children" under his family goals. you swipe right, because this man is exactly who you need to bring to a wedding.

throughout the wedding day, he's polite, respectful, and so fucking handsome in his custom-tailored suit. he somehow makes it onto 80% of the wedding photos and he's not even part of the family! and at the end of the night, when most of the wedding guests have gone home and it's just you and him slow dancing on the dance floor, you make a mental note to thank those other bridesmaids later.

at your hotel room, he's the opposite of polite and respectful but you think he looks so fucking handsome like this, fucking you from behind and forcing you to look at the mess you've made in the mirror. his hands, god his fucking hands, are driving you crazy, one hand wrapped around the length of your hair and the other holding your ass in place to reach you even deeper. "n-nanami—slow... slow down!"

the pace and the position he's got you in is brutal, but you love it. there's stars in your eyes and he's pulling your hair back so your head's turned to look him in his eyes.

"can't... can't slow down, sweet girl," nanami's breathless, lost in the way your pussy feels scorching hot and squeezing him just right, and he knows it's unbecoming, knows that the way he wants to fill you up and make you bear his kids after the first date is impulsive. it's not like him. but they way you look, desperately attempting to grasp onto something, anything just to be able to take his dick, well... how could a man hold back? "need to fill you up, need to cum inside."

"we gotta work fast if we wanna get you down that aisle next, right?"

: ̗̀➛ BONUS: SUKUNA RYOMEN

you match with sukuna on CHRISTIANMINGLE.COM!

you don't even know why the fuck you showed up. your friend created a profile for you behind your back after too many complaints of being single, the girlies are TIRED. why they chose christianmingle.com of all apps? you'll never know. ring before spring!

sukuna's profile picture is a faceless photo of his unclothed abdomen, showing off a really impressive six-pack and stark black tattoos. he slides into your DMs with the most obscene and graphic pickup line you've ever seen, and somehow it works. how he hasn't gotten banned yet, you don't understand.

he's fifteen minutes late. when you look at your watch for the seventh time that night, you blearily accept the fact that you'll probably die alone, until your date finally shows up. he smells like cigarette smoke, gasoline, and fireball shots. despite every possible red flag being waved in your face, you stay.

in person, he's even more shameless than you thought was humanly possible. you've caught him blatantly staring at your tits more times than you can count, while you're ordering, you see him swiping on tinder when he thinks you're not looking, and he flirts with the server.

he ends up back at your place at the end of the night.

and holy fuck, he's eating your pussy like a man starved. he's moaning into your cunt, three calloused fingers fucking you hard while he presses a rough thumb to your clit, and you cum for the third time that night. he's not even doing it for you at this point, he's doing it for himself.

"you ready?" ready? you hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the whoosh of pants joining yours on the floor. when you look over, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. oh my god. "not god, babe. it's just me."

© ROSESAINTS ! — do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[rockstarhaechan]

after hours | lee haechan part 1.

pairing: lee haechan x fem!reader

warnings: rockstar hyuck, fwb, smut, cum eating, choking, fingering, oral (m/ receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (do not), overstimulating, breeding kink, rest of nct dream being mentioned, alcohol & drugs, angst, car sex, pet names (doll, love, darling)

summary: haechan and his band mates were having a lot of concerts in your area, you two always hooked up in the after hours of his concerts, recklessly getting drunk and high, you’ve got fucked by the universe when you started to catch feelings for him.

next part !

the crowd was cheering, lights flickering and you’re in the front, looking at the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen.

lee haechan.

he was the main singer in his band, the rest of them look majestic as well but he always stood out from everyone else.

liner black, framing his eyes perfectly, smudged eyeshadow.

multiple rings on his fingers, jeans ripped and his shirt was hanging loose from his chest.

“how are the hot ladies feeling tonight” haechan screamed into his microphone, eyes meeting yours.

the two of you have been friends with benefits for a long time, but like haechan always says with no strings attached!

works fine till now because you mostly only spend the after hours with haechan and his band mates, mostly just haechan though.

end result of being alone with haechan resulted into his dick being buried deep inside you, making it almost impossible to not fall for him.

being able to resist for a while longer made you happy, like you achieved a certain goal of self confidence, but haechan was thinking otherwise.

he should’ve ended it with you instead of just letting you in all the time, same as today’s gonna be.

when reality hit him, standing on the stage eyes locked with yours while he licked his lips he knew that it’s gonna be the exact same in the after hours.

the end of the concert was near, haechan signaling you to come backstage, basically to just fuck you senseless once again.

you’re slowly making your way backstage, as someone held your arm stopping you from walking any further.

“where are you going?” the random guy asked you, still holding onto your arm, not letting go.

“i’m meeting haechan, he told me to go backstage” you spoke the truth, but the man wasn’t going to let you go, standing in the way not letting you past him, until someone spoke up.

“let her through, she’s with me” haechan stated to him and then he finally let you through the little door in the back, to finally meet haechan & the rest of the boys.

some time has passed, almost everyone was tipsy or either high from the joint that has been passing by every now and then.

unable to feel your legs while sitting on haechan’s lap, laughing.

you felt like you’re on cloud 9, but this is a normal thing.

getting drunk and high with haechan and his band mates happens almost every weekend, sometimes even on weekdays when they invite you to a bar concert.

“you wanna come home with me?” haechan whispered in your ear while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling at you.

you just nodded, not wanting to talk right now but haechan slowly got up letting you fall off his lap.

wobbly legs, stumbling a little over your own feet.

haechan started guiding you to his car walking arm in arm with you, not letting go of you for any second.

“do you know how horny you make me” haechan told you while his hand slowly moved down to your waist pulling you closer to him, almost making you fall over.

he opened the car door for you, letting you get into the car first before he joined you on the backseat.

hands roaming over your body, resting on your waist before locking his lips on your, tongues playing with each other while soft moans escape your lips.

“can we get rid of this?” he tugged on your shirt before draping it over your head throwing it in the front seat.

“you’re so gorgeous doll” was the only thing you’ve heard before he went back to kissing you, his hands? they were now flat on your thighs squeezing harshly every now and then.

“hyuck, if you continue like this i’m gonna cum on the spot” you broke the kiss to let him know what exactly he’s been doing to you but he only chuckled and laughed at you with a small “that’s my plan” before his right hand traveled under your skirt playing with your clit through your panties.

“so wet already? damn doll and we haven’t even started yet” he purred out wrapping his finger around your waistband to move your skirt up.

you noticed how he slowly started to fuck you with 2 of his fingers, his rings which are touching your skin are cold making you shiver a little.

moaning out his name loudly, while he picked up his pace, curling his fingers with every swift motion he’s been doing. haechan knew exactly what he has to do to make you cum cause without any doubt he knew you better than anyone else.

“n-need to cum” was the only thing you’ve been able to get out in between your moans, body aching from your upcoming climax but haechan helped you reach it and ride it out on his fingers.

while you tried to catch your breath, haechan had other plans for the night, quickly unbuttoning his pants before lifting you up a little to pull them down revealing his cock which is leaking pre cum.

you’re slowly sinking down, the tip pushing into you making you catch your breath adjusting to his size. this wasn’t the first time you’ve been fucking with each other but you always had to get used to his size.

“move whenever you’re ready darling” he placed a little kiss on your lips as his hands rested on your hips softly pressing his fingers into your flesh groaning as you gently began to move your body upwards and then gently back down, hands resting on his shoulders.

“fuck hyuck” you breathed out moaning his name a little too often. the after hours of his concerts got you and haechan really close, always ending up in those situations, but you couldn’t care less about whatever is happening cause you couldn’t complain either.

his grip on your hips tightened as he slammed your body down on his lap leaving you breathless as you tried to catch your breath once again.

“i’m gonna cum doll lemme cum into you” he groaned out as he buckled his hips picking up an insane pace, pounding into your dripping cunt, fucking you senseless.

“cum with me doll” you felt his dick twitching inside of you as you reached another climax, arching your back crying out loudly.

the both of you sat on the backseat of his car, panting in and out, windows fogged up. haechan looked you right in the eyes as he pulled his pants back up, closing his buttons before reaching out to grab your shirt from the front seat.

“you wanna stay in the backseat or you wanna come to the front with me love?” he smiled at you before opening the back door as you climbed into the front, right when you wanted to sit down haechan slapped your ass playfully letting out a small laugh.

“that’s rude” you laughed out, putting the seatbelt on while resting your feet on the front console of the car plugging your phone into the aux, playing after hours by the weeknd.

“what are we gonna do when we get home doll?” he asked you as he turned on the engine, waiting for your answer.

“what about round two?” looking at him while grinning, he pressed down on the gas pedal, eyes locking with yours.

“round two sounds great doll” he smiled before looking at the road again while holding your hand.

[natsuki208]

My shrine is evolving! 🐴✨

[isoldmysoulforcheese]

@godblessdilfs

We'll Make It Fit

Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Honestly, I didn't really have a specific season in mind

Summary: Daryl has a major size kink and you're the perfect size for him? 

Warnings: Smut, size kink, swearing, fingering, masturbation, grinding, and domination

Word count: 10,833

Daryl could barely pull his eyes from you, constantly observing how you interacted with him; the way he had to look down upon you, his eyes practically scanning over the top of your head whenever you conversed with him. He loved the fact that he could most likely wrap his arms all the way around your small stature, twice, if the two of you were to ever embrace. The significant size and height difference between the two of you always made his mind wander, wondering how you'd look pinned beneath him, moaning his name as he basically caged you between his forearms. The thought made his cock twitch from inside the confines of his pants.  

The solemn man quietly watched as you worked on perfecting your aim, practicing with his own crossbow by firing at a small, makeshift target that you had placed against the base of a tree. You had been doing fairly well, most of the arrows landing somewhere close to the bullseye, one even landing directly in the middle of the board.

He licked his lips, wetting his mouth as he observed you from across the blazing fire, the large weapon practically overweighing your figure as you trained. He had grown firm within his jeans once he had come across this realization, watching as you sometimes teetered upon the balls of your feet while you retrieved an arrow.

“Daryl,” you suddenly called out, drawing him from his thoughts as his eyes found their way to you “can you help me? I can't reach it.” 

You looked absolutely majestic according to Daryl; your hair was a slight mess, your locks sticking up in random directions and a bit frizzy, but the archer could only focus on the way it framed your face and hung over your chest, making you look like a renaissance depiction. Your eyes were sparkling, the orange glow admitted from the fire caused your irises to shimmer and shine from beneath your fluttering lashes. Shadows had formed all across your figure, accentuating all of Daryl's favorite features of yours: your sharp characteristics, glowing skin, and the lighting couldn't help but draw his eyes to your chest. The sweet smile inching upon your lips had the dark haired male in awe, his eyes faltering for a slight moment before a breeze blew across the small area. Your clothing began flowing in the wind, the fabric rippling across your body as thin strands of your hair began to flutter around your head. You looked like an absolute Goddess.

You pointed up towards the large plant placed behind you, attempting to present your problem to Daryl. His vision slowly trailed up your arm and climbed across your palm before finally landing upon the issue at hand. His eyes focused in the darkness, eyelids squinting as he noticed one of his arrows firmly stuck within the bark of the tree. You had attempted to retrieve it on your own, standing upon the toes of your shoes and even jumping, but it always remained just a few inches out of reach.

Daryl cleared his throat before rising from his seat across the fire, hoping the bulge placed beneath his clothing wasn't as prominent as he thought it was. 

He made his way around the crackling fire, dried leaves crunching below his weight as he trudged in your direction. Legs stretching beneath the mass of his body, knees slightly buckling for a moment as he approached you, becoming a bit nervous within your presence. As he passed by the fire, the blaze casted a feeling of warmth upon the left side of his figure, heat radiating through his arm and the rest of his upper body. The perfect mixture of the combined warmth admitted from the blaze and the slight coolness of the breeze engulfing him was almost heavenly. The room temperature gust glazing his skin caused him to reminisce upon the many summer nights he had spent laying upon the grass covered ground, gazing up towards the constellations placed above him.  

He finally arrived at the tall, looming tree; the only sound entering the domain of his ears was the noise of the leaves quivering from above him, the sound of the fire groaning behind the two of you, and the wind caused a slight howling to echo around both of you. The environment surrounding the two of you was extremely calming, almost making the reality of your current lives dissolve around you.

Without hesitation, Daryl leaned forward, one hand placed upon the left side of the tree, grasping the base with a firm grip in an attempt to steady himself as his other palm wrapped itself around the worn arrow. He had supplied you with a few of his old darts to practice with, to insure that you wouldn't lose or harm his trusty, pristine arrows. The ones he had given you were old, wooden darts, the tips worn down into blunt, painless points. The shaft of the arrows were thin and weak, threatening to give out at any moment. He felt the rough texture of the dart in between his fingers, his blunt nails digging into the skin of his palm as he obtained a death grip upon the weapon.

He was unaware of it then, but you hadn't moved before he arrived at his destination. The large male had practically trapped you between him and the tree, your body surrounded by his exposed biceps and you couldn't help but stare.

Your eyes traced his frame, fawning over the way he had positioned himself in front of you. Your vision landed upon his large upper body, his abdomen covered by a loose shirt and his leather vest, his torso swimming in the clothing while still giving you a perfect view upon the toned muscles hidden beneath the confines of his shirt. His abs caused the thin fabric to strain against his skin, a light outline of his stomach becoming visible to your naked eyes. The fire was casting shadows upon his exposed biceps in all the right ways, his muscles throbbing under the weight he was putting upon them. Your head turned, your eyes trailing up his limb until they landed upon his hands; the fingers upon his right hand were sprawled out upon the dark brown bark, gripping at the wood as he propped himself up upon his arms. His other hand firmly wrapped itself around the arrow, knuckles white as he held the dart, and for some reason, the sight made your underwear grow damp. His broad shoulders were drawn together, tense as he focused all his strength into retrieving his belonging. Your eyes darted down to the crotch of his pants, a habit you were extremely used to giving into, your brain going blank as you attempted to catch even just a glimpse of what may be lying underneath the thick fabric.

Finally, your vision found its way up to his face, your eyes landing upon the stern look drawn across his features: His eyes narrow, focusing upon the weapon wedged into the tree, his lips drawn together in a tight line, and his hair was dangling in front of his eyes, swaying and jerking with even the slightest of motion.

The way he looked right then, towering above you, made you grow even wetter.

“I really wanna kiss you right now, Daryl.” You admitted, staring up towards him.

The sudden noise startled the male, his head jerking downwards in an attempt to discover the exact location of the unexpected sound and who it may have possibly came from.

Had you always been standing there below him?

His eyes were weary once they landed upon you, frantically scanning your face as he finally yanked the dart from the tree. The arrow escaped from the tree with a muffled pop noise as he contemplated your words. Daryl knew this was everything he had ever wanted, to kneel down and kiss you, to place his hands upon your cheeks as your lips collided, but he knew that would only cause the problem between his legs to worsen. Even just the thought of it all had him painfully hard. 

The way you gazed up at him made his heart begin to pound within his rib cage, rattling around so harshly he was sure you'd be able to hear it. Your eyes were soft as your vision found its way down to his lips, circling around your desired target as you breathed through your nose. You looked so small below him, the sight of your tiny stature caged between his forearms had his jeans growing tighter around his waist. Your back was carefully pushed up against the tree, your body practically pinned between his own and the structure behind you.

Daryl was staring at you with a look of deep focus and concentration, like he was contemplating your very being. His eyes were glued to your pupils, like he could see your soul through the inky black holes. He was reading you, like a book, debating wether or not this was a good idea, if this was the correct decision to make. His harsh gaze caused you to grow embarrassed, a small pink hue growing across your skin as you became doubtful. Had you said the wrong thing? The fact that he actually had to think about his next choice was not a positive sign.

You suddenly placed your small hands upon his chest in an attempt to put your desired actions into motion, as the two of you had been standing there like that for a while, Daryl looking quizzically at you as you stared sheepishly back. The contact of your hands meeting his body made him crumble. The sight of your tiny palms sprawled out across his large chest and the heat of your bodies connecting made him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting back a whimper. He was done for. He felt the arrow suddenly fall from his grasp, landing somewhere upon the ground and clattering among the leaves before he obeyed your request.

He leaned down, far enough to cause his back to strain as he let his hands find their way to your face. His large palms clasped around your cheeks, your skin burning within his grip as his mouth was placed upon yours. 

His hands upon your face felt magnificent; his calloused fingers gripping at your soft flesh sent sparks rushing through body. Even just the slight contact was enough to make you choke back a grin.

His lips were slow at first, his rough hands caressed your face as his mouth moved softly; his lips were doughy, warm, and plush while being pushed up against your own. Your mouths fit together perfectly, almost like pieces of a puzzle as he gracefully kissed you. His light facial hair poked and scratched at the skin upon your face as he practically swallowed you, breathing heavily from his nose, like he was too nervous to pull away just to inhale. Too scared he might possibly lose you, that you might change your mind about the entire thing in those fleeting moments.

His head dipped down further into your own as your palms snaked their way up his chest, finally feeling his toned body beneath his clothes, a connection you had been practically yearning for for months.

Your hands groped at his stiff abs and thorax, fingers digging at the rough fabric of his clothes, practically clawing at the man like a sex deprived maniac. You allowed your palms to dip down into the creases of his stomach, venturing their way through all the grooves and cracks littered upon his chest, his large muscles causing a slight moan to escape from your lips. One of which Daryl happily swallowed.

Once you were satisfied with your search upon his chest, the feeling of his abdomen beneath your finger tips forever burned into your mind, your hands slowly made their way up his body. You felt his heart pounding beneath his chest as your hands trailed towards his neck. The idea that he was even just the slightest bit nervous had a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your palms momentarily grasped at his shoulders, feeling his buff build beneath your hands was satisfactory, loving the way his elbows dropped when you laid your hands upon him, relaxing underneath your touch before your hands finally rested upon his neck.

The skin covering his neck was soft, silky within your grasp, flesh practically begging you to scatter multiple different types of marks upon him: hickeys, love bites, small scratches, and more. If your mouth wasn't so busy tending to his own, you'd be occupying yourself by littering kisses down his jawline, sucking marks onto his neck, and licking long stripes upon his collar bones.

Your arms were now entirely stretched out in an attempt to wrap yourself around his nape, wanting to be closer to him, yearning to have your bodies pressed together as your chests heaved and your lips attacked one another. All you could smell was him, practically swimming in the scent radiating from his body as the shadow of his large stature blocked out all of your surroundings. He smelt of dirt, pine, and a hint of sap, most likely due to the many occasions he spent out in the wild, hiding among trees, scavenging within the dirt, and laying upon mounds of leaves. He had a strong, masculine aroma, one that was forming into a thick smog, a fog that caused your mind to grow hazy as you found yourself completely and utterly surrounded by him and his enticing affection.

You lifted yourself onto your toes, your back scrapping against the rough bark of the tree behind you as you attempted to get a better angle upon the man. All you desired to do was to become enveloped with in him, for his arms to become wrapped around you, his body to be desperately pressed up against yours, and for his face to melt into your own, mushing together as the two of you kissed. But your attempt to make yourself appear to be taller, to give the male better access to your jaw and throat didn't seem to make much of a difference, he was still just out of your reach, many inches away, causing your neck to strain and your mouth to extend in an embarrassing strive to gain better access to his own lips.

Daryl was still looming over you, his messy hair dangling against your forehead as he knelt down, his shoulder blades tense due to the awkward position he had to stand in. He was still just close enough to politely lay his lips upon your own.

Daryl was unaware that such a small action could affect his dick so much; at the realization that you were still much too short, even on your tippy toes, to successfully reach him caused him to groan into your mouth, cock twitching desperately within his trousers. Daryl dove forward, lust practically spilling from his pores as he began to make out with you. He was completely driven by his overpowering emotions as he pulled your face closer to his own, basically melding your lips together as his movements became erratic; his mouth was sloppy, lazily kissing you as he became too horny to really care, all he wanted to do was fuck you senseless. He had grown sick of watching you prance around, too short to do many things on your own, often requesting his assistance while reaching something from the top shelf or to retrieve an arrow that had became lodged within a tree. He was done admiring the way you appeared to fit perfectly upon his lap, imagining the way you'd look laid upon his chest while his arms snaked tightly around you. But most of all, he was tired of jerking off to the thought of you every night, grinding against his pillow in an attempt to feel some sort of relief. He needed a taste of the real thing.

Daryl momentarily pulled away, your lips embarrassingly chasing his own as he did so, yearning for his affection. It had grown quiet once more as the two of you gazed upon one another.

The male was admiring the way your lips had become swollen, eyelids heavy and pupils lust blown as you stared up at him, waiting patiently for him to make his next move. His eyes focused on the way you licked your lips, preparing yourself for his next, ravenous make out session as you gazed upon his own beauty; the way his face had turned a slight pinkish color had you screaming within your head, his eyes hazily staring down at you like he was completely smitten with you. His mouth had turned slightly swollen as well, his lips covered in saliva due to your mouths messily clashing moments prior. He was blinking slowly, just taking his time to admire your love struck appearance.

Your hands were still placed comfortably around his neck, lightly playing with the corse hairs at the back of his head as his own palms grabbed at your face, fingers drawing light circles upon your skin as he struggled to keep his hands in place; he was having a war within his mind, using every ounce of self control left within his body to make sure his touch didn't waver, staying glued to your magnificent face instead of gliding upon the curves of your body.

“I wanna," he paused, his eyes dark as he stared down upon you, selecting his words wisely "I needa fuck ya.”

His tone was dominant but also quiet, slight desperation laced within his voice. It was an understatement to say that Daryl desperately needed you, he had never met someone who fit his personal type so perfectly: You were short, much smaller than the hunter, practically minuscule compared to himself. You were thin, tiny enough for Daryl to constantly day dream about dominating you, grabbing you by your wrists and contorting your body into any position he desired. He wanted to hold you down as he fucked into you, his head buried into the crook of your neck, giving him the ability to hear all the whimpers and moans, every possible noise, that escaped from the confines of your mouth. Your measurements were practically flawless for every act he even thought of taking part in. He had never laid his eyes on anything as perfect as you. You were the epiphany of Daryl's wet dreams.

"Please." You responded, your voice breathy as you spoke.

Daryl groaned, your vocalization sending a slight shiver down his spine, the sound of you begging for him was intoxicating, he needed to hear it again.

His hands jolted towards the hem of your pants, a sudden movement that caused you to flinch as a reaction, eyes wide as you held back a yelp. You weren't expecting such hasty movements from the mysterious male, an action that caused your heart to immediately start pounding in fear, but his desperate activities only caused your legs to grow weak below you, trembling under your weight.

Your eyes flicked down to his fingers, his hands working frivolously upon the button of your jeans, his sweaty palms radiating a hot warmth onto the skin beneath your clothing. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the male had grown frantic, yearning to be inside you as soon as physically possible. Too excited to move slowly for even just a few moments. He fumbled with the small, metal circle upon your pants, wiggling it around until he successfully freed it from its confines. You were quick to do the same, your hands rapidly traveling down his body, sliding against his large shoulders, grazing his chest, skimming his torso, and momentarily pausing upon the waist band of his trousers, taking in the moment, doing your best to burn the image in your head: Your hands upon the hem of his jeans, fingers dipping under into the depths of his pants, and the outline of his painfully hard cock visible even in the dim firelight. You stared for a moment before finally placing your fingers upon zipper of his pants, eagerly trying to keep up with his swift movements.

When your palm grazed the rough material of his jeans, you felt your skin ghost over his aching hard on, pulsing beneath his clothing. All you wanted to do was palm him through his pants, grope and grab at him until he was a whimpering mess below you, but, you quickly decided it would be much more enjoyable if you were to just free the two of you from your restricting clothes and fuck like animals instead. You heard a slight moan escape from the mans lips as your fingers skimmed across his member, pleasure quickly coursing though Daryl's body due to even just the lightest touch.

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you observed the sheer size of him, the addition of his deep groan as a reaction to just the smallest of contact caused you to grow even more desperate. He was thick enough to leave a very prominent outline of his shaft through his pants and he was long enough to make tiny, doubtful thoughts begin racing through your head.

Once you swallowed the knot within your throat, one you didn't even know existed until that moment, your hands began working swiftly upon the button of his own jeans, trying not to crumble under the pressure of his tense stare, his eyes practically burning holes into the top of your head as you felt his hot breath spill across the sweaty skin of your forehead. Having Daryl as your audience was making you becoming increasingly shy with every second that went by, hands beginning to shake as you struggled with the surprisingly intricate button of his pants.

He was the first to tare your jeans from your body, ripping them down your legs before you could even successfully undo his fly. You felt the cool, spring air pool across the exposed skin upon your thighs as Daryl dropped your pants, letting them fall around your ankles. The hunter had auspiciously removed your bottoms enough for you to be able to entirely rid of them, kicking the article of clothing from your body. Your jeans landed somewhere behind Daryl, clattering among the leaves, sticks, and dirt as they slid across the ground, although you couldn't exactly spot their exact location as the males large frame was blocking your vision.

Goosebumps began to appear across your body, growing upon your exposed legs and littering your flesh with small, round bumps. Your limbs began to tremble due to the howling wind when you finally freed his zipper, the small piece of metal grinding against the teeth of his pants with a loud zippp noise, a sound that echoed throughout the woods around you, reverberating off of every, surrounding tree. With that, you happily wrapped your hands around the waistband of his jeans, your nimble fingers swiftly pushing both his pants and boxers downwards against his hips, just enough to reveal his throbbing dick.

You marveled down at his appendage: the tanned skin was littered with veins, pulsing and palpitating with anticipation. The tip was pink, flustered and agitated from the lack of attention Daryl had been receiving in that moment, yearning for any sort of physical contact. Your eyes traced the light hairs that framed his cock, patches of curls making their way up his body, forming a happy trail that disappeared into the depths of his wrinkled shirt.

His cock had been struggling against the rough material of his jeans for a long while now, begging for relief as he stared down upon you, and even just being exposed to the crisp air had his mind reeling.

He was large, so much so that his size practically terrified you.

Without hesitation, you, instinctually, dragged the pad of your thumb down the large, decorative vein that ran across the underside of his shaft, an action that you had put no thought into, your hands practically moving on their own. It was warm to the touch, his member practically burning in the clutch of your hand as you gaped down at him, swallowing another lump within your throat as you grew weary of his size. Daryl let out a shaky breath as pre-cum practically spilled from his sensitive head, his cock twitching in response to your movements, lighting bouncing, yearning for more affection from your delicate hands.

"I-" you paused, a deep heat spreading across your cheeks as you spoke, the words about to tumble from your mouth causing you to grow increasingly embarrassed "I don't know if it will fit."

Your honesty made a wave of pride wash over Daryl, crashing down upon his face causing a smirk to inch across his plush lips. You thought he was big, you had just exclaimed a sentence he had been dying to hear you speak sense the moment he met you. Your words only added to his debilitating arousal, playing into his crippling size kink as the thought of you stuffed with his large cock crossed through his mind.

"We'll make it fit."

With that, he brought his hands down to your exposed underpants; he placed the pad of his finger upon your clothed clit, his skin quickly collected the wetness that had soaked into the cloth. You let out a small whimper, resisting the over powering urge to rut your hips down against him, to grind your core into his strong hands as he grunted deeply, the feeling of you being absolutely soaked for him, even after such minuscule actions, only urged him further.

He began creating small circles against your underwear with his digits, tiny, tight movements upon your clit, not too fast but not too slow either. You let out an unexpected moan due to his actions, one you didn't know you were holding; the sound waves traveled through his ears and shot straight between his legs, his cock uncontrollably twitching.

His free hand made its way to your clothed chest, his fingers traveling from your cheek down to your neck, lightly caressing your jawline before hastily sliding over your collar bones until his palm landed upon one of your breasts. His hand was large compared to your boob, his entire palm engulfing your skin as he held it in within his grasp. His hand cover the entirety of your breast, making it seem minuscule in his clutch as he rolled it within his palm. While his other hand was still occupied with your crotch, the one placed upon your chest began to move as well, the pad of his thumb beginning to create rough circles upon your clothed chest, the movements of his hands synced with one another, his fingers beginning to move at the same pace while applying the same amount of pressure.

His hands were all over you, touching you as pleasure coursed through your body, it was practically unbearable. This was the sort of contact you had only ever experienced within the confines of your extremely depraved dreams, or during the scenarios you had created during the nights you were left wide awake, yearning for the biker to be on top of you, relentlessly rearranging your insides. Your legs were threatening to give out as he fondled your chest, his thumb caressing your hard nipple hidden beneath your clothing while his other hand worked at your crotch, adding the perfect amount of pressure onto your pulsing clit. You had successfully become soaked, clenching around nothing as the rough texture of his skilled fingers grinded against your pussy. Possibly much wetter than you had ever been before.

Although you had been watching his hands intensely, observing them as they caused your body to convulse and twitch uncontrollably, you momentarily allowed your eyes to flick up towards his face, scanning his features, only to find his dark orbs already doing the same to you.

His eyes were focused upon your face, watching every expression and reaction you had to his actions, picking up upon all of your positive responses, such as pleasure filled moans or excited whimpers, while also noticing all of your negative feedback, such as grit teeth or sharp hisses. All of which were strides towards making this the best night of your entire life.

Plus, he absolutely adored watching you crumble beneath the control of his finger tips.

His mouth was drawn into a thin line, a slight smirk pulling upon the corner of his lips as he observed you. His eyes were surprisingly soft and caring as he stared down upon you, although his irises were still dark, pupils blown extremely wide as a reaction to the show you were putting on from below him. His skin had grown a blotchy reddish color, a reaction due to the extremely strong arousal plaguing both his mind and body. There was also a thin sheet of sweat glazing over his flesh due to his rigorous movements, his hair sticking to his forehead like glue as his hands wandered the vast land of your body.

"Y-You said you were gonna f-fuck me." You struggled with your words, your voice shaking as his, seemingly magical, fingers didn't falter.

He let his palms fondle you a moment longer, one hand rolling your breast within his grasp as the other dragged the pointer and middle finger through your wet folds. It was like he was unable to remove his palms from you, and you couldn't deny it, seeing the way Daryl got all worked up due to simply pleasuring you, cock painfully hard, pre-cum beading down his shaft, and a lust filled look written all across his face, it was practically intoxicating.

With one last moan admitted from you, finally satisfied with his work, he removed his hands from your crotch and boobs, palms traveling down the soft skin of your legs until they landed upon the outside of your thighs. With every new inch of your body he seemed to explore, waves of fulfillment and rapture flowed pleasurably through your veins. His fingers frolicked upon the soft flesh of your thighs; he rolled the skin between his fingers, rubbing his palms across your limb, and even slapped you a few times, drawing his arm back before launching it downwards, placing a firm strike upon the meat of your thighs. You yelped with every hit he placed upon you, a stinging sensation pooling across your leg, but the pain was also quite pleasurable, excitement bursting through your body every time the male smacked you.

Daryl smiled to himself, enjoying the way your thighs jiggled beneath his finger tips, waves appearing upon your skin as the fat of your leg moved relentlessly beneath your flesh. With every moan that escaped your mouth, he smiled to himself, adoring the way you happily accepted any sort of touch from him, wether it be him kissing you, fingering you, or even when he left welts across your skin. He observed as light, red handprints began to form upon your legs, large, pink splotches littering your thighs.

Due to your drastic size difference, there were some precautions Daryl was gonna have to take to guarantee this was an extremely pleasurable experience for the both of you.

Finally, his fingers grasped harshly upon the skin of your thighs, his rugged hands feeling almost heavenly upon the soft flesh of your legs, causing you to savor every moment his hands were placed upon you. He was holding your outer thighs with force, gaining a tight grip upon your legs before finally hoisting you up. His forearms began to strain as he did so, back tensing as he let out a gruff grunt as he elevated you. Your back slid against the tree as you began to levitate, slightly scratching your spin but it wasn't painful enough for you to ever think about requesting for Daryl to stop. Once you were lifted so you were placed at eye level to the male, he caged your body between his own and the shrub placed behind the two of you.

He had a knee placed below you in an attempt to relieve some tensity from his two arms that were still placed upon your legs; you were basically sitting politely upon his thigh, feet dangling off the ground as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, a strive towards keeping yourself steady and balanced. Your torsos crashed together, your breasted pushed promptly against his chest, the warmth of his stomach radiating upon your own as you cuddled further into his grasp. Your faces were mere inches away, your eyes glued to one another and the tips of your noses brushing together as you felt the weight of his cock press against the inside of your soft thigh.

The close proximity shared between the two of you caused fireworks to explode within your mind, butterflies appearing inside your stomach as your mind went hazy. You took a deep inhale of his rustic scent, a smell that formed some sort of smog, fogging up your vision as your eyelids became heavy, his aroma practically erased all of your senses as you instinctually wrapped your legs around his waist, yearning to close the small amount of space between the two of you.

Your crotches suddenly collided together, Daryl's dick slipping between your clothed folds, causing you to grind into his warm shaft.

"God." Daryl groaned out before letting his head fall upon your shoulder.

The two of you continued upon your endeavor, your pussy coating Daryl in a thick layer of wetness as he began to lazily rut himself against you; his mind was also reeling as well, all of his previous thoughts dissipating into seemingly nothingness before being replaced by the deep desire to cum inside your aching crotch. Your bodies began to move in sync, hips thrusting against one another as you rolled your waist against his own. Daryl's hands glided up to the part of your legs where you thighs met your ass, fingers sliding into the deep, warm crevice before giving the skin placed there a harsh squeeze. You let out a surprised gasp as he did so, your body melting into his own as he let out a few grunts into the crook of your neck.

"Daryl, p-please." You whined, unable to participate in the desperate foreplay much longer.

A groan emerged from the depths of his throat in response to your pleading, loving the sound of your melodious voice slightly begging for him. The idea that you were so desperate for his dick, cock hungry as you grinded into his shaft, made his member twitch, nearly coming prematurely.

His movements suddenly stilled due to both your vague request and the way he had seemed to instantaneously become dangerously close to his finish. You let out a frustrated whine, quickly missing the way his body rutted against your own and the feeling of his exhausted breaths being released upon your shoulder, but the idea of the depraved actions, and any other sort of touch that he would be sure to leisurely grant you, that were soon to ensue only caused you to quickly snap your jaw shut.

He slowly lifted his head, the look he was supporting was absolutely adorable upon him: His ocean blue eyes were heavy, lashes fluttering slowly as he blinked, his skin was a warm, a crimson red, and his hair was a total mess, sticking up in all different directions.

He freed one of his hands, sliding his fingers out from underneath your ass before his palms made their way to your crotch. He made sure to let his hands wander for a moment, feeling the barren expanse of your legs as his fist practically engulfed your thigh, his fingers covering the entire top of your leg.

Once his fingers met your soaking pussy, he placed his hand upon your underwear, giving your core one more grind of his palm before his fingers inched their way across your crotch, searching for the edge of your underwear. He felt the fabric underneath his skin, rubbing the cloth between his digits before successfully pulling the garment to the side.

It was becoming increasingly evident that he did not intend to take his sweet old time with you, considering the blatant facts that the two of you were still half dressed, neither of you had taken the time to lay down upon the ground, instead he just pressed your body against the structure behind you, too exhilarated to even think of finding some sort of shelter, and now he wasn't even planning on removing your underwear, just swiftly moving it aside, enough to let his cock have access to your aching crotch. And normally, if this had been any other male, it would be a major turn off, a guy too self indulged to take a moment to account for your needs. But with Daryl it seemed to have the exact opposite effect:

Daryl was too enliven to simply remove a small article of clothing, cock painfully hard as he prepared for you to take his dick; he was going to extract what he wanted from you, he was going to make you bounce upon his dick until you were panting his name as he came all across your walls. He was gonna use you to get off, to pleasure himself. The entire idea had your clit throbbing, entrance clenching around nothing as your crotch dripped, practically begging for him to just fuck you senseless already.

Daryl brought his fingers to your moist folds, without your clothing as the means of some sort of protection, for the first time; he held back a joyful sigh as he collected a large amount of your wetness for some form of lubricant, fingers teasing around your sensitive clit and dipping about half an inch inside of you before smuggling removing his hand. 

The male twitched between his legs, the feeling of your pussy finally being revealed to the pads of his finger tips was celestial; he loved the way you involuntarily rutted yourself against his hands, adoring the way you needfully clenched around his fingers, and how wet you were for him drove him crazy. In that moment, all he wanted to was to slide his thick fingers deep inside of you before fucking you with his digits until you couldn't walk properly.

"All this for me?" He spoke, his voice both raspy and extremely sexy.

Even during the brief moments his hands were inside you, you practically melted right then and there upon his lap. His fingertips satirizing your clit caused a wave a pleasure to wash over you, your back arching against his body, levitating upon the tree as you desired more, yearning for him to make you crumble beneath his dominating touch. Up until that moment, you were unaware that such a small amount of affection could cause your body to have such a large reaction.

"Mhmm." You purred in response.

It was an undeniable fact that you were in fact this soaked for the archer standing in front of you.

You watched achingly as he brought his hand down to his crotch. Jealous as he rewarded himself with multiple swift pumps upon his cock, dragging his hand up and down his shaft, even rolling his palm against his throbbing tip, to ensure that he had completely laced himself in your wetness. His hips began to slightly buck into his grasp as he too was very sensitive and extremely sex deprived, silently begging for any sort of release.

Watching Daryl Dixon jerk off, his head throw back, his mouth left agape, and his hand gliding with experience upon his cock was a sight you had only dreamed of.

Finally, he gripped the base of his member, steadying himself as he lined his cock up with your core, hair dangling in his face as he did so. The sensation of his large and blunt head pocking and prodding at your dripping entrance was enough to make you want to roll your hips down onto him, to take him prematurely, due to the mixture of both your unbearable amount of desire for the male and the feeling of his warm rod rubbing against your pussy.

You let out a strangled moan as he began to push into you, almost without warning. The thick girth of his head was enough to make you squirm beneath him, eyes squeezing shut as he slid further; you could feel every vein, ridge, and mole placed upon his dick as he entered you, your body detecting the small heartbeat that pounded throughout his member, and most of all, you could feel him stretching you out. He was expanding your pussy like you had never felt before, a sensation that made a sharp pain jolt through your lower body, causing you to feel as though you were an unexperienced virgin who had never felt the sensation of a man filling you with his cock.

His length was causing a severe agony to be inflicted upon your body; you bit your lip, holding back a slight squeal in fear of appearing as though you couldn't handle his dick, but you were becoming increasingly unsure how much more of him you could induce without fainting, pondering upon the fact that you may not live through this amount of penetration. Your insides were begging for mercy as he entered you, warning your brain of the large intrusion by throbbing intensely, your pussy urticating between your legs.

But, Daryl was receiving almost the exact opposite sensation: your soft, warm, and wet walls were luring him in, an invitation he couldn't seem deny as he began to lose control of himself. His animalistic instincts kicking in, the demon upon his shoulder beckoning him to fully enter you with one singular, and swift, thrust of his hips. It was taking every ounce of self control left within him to fight off the voices within his head as your walls throbbed around him, tightening and clenching around his shaft as he slowly plunged into you, knowing the sheer pain he was able to inflict with such a large package.

"Daryl!" You suddenly yelped out.

You thought you would be able to manage until he was successfully buried deep inside of you, pulsing and twitching against your wet insides. You expected to be able to control the pain until it was an appropriate time to express your need for a break, but you were proven wrong, his member was just way too much to receive all at once.

Your entrance was burning, twinging due to the massive stretch you had recently endured as tears brimmed your eye lids, threatening to spill down your face if he were to continue with his exertion.

"A-are you almost i-in?" You spoke once he finally stilled "I think you're gonna kill me."

Although the end of your sentence was a sad attempt at an awkward joke, even punctuated with a tense and breathy chuckle, the redneck took your words literally. The male peaked his head down towards the junction at which your bodies had become connected, studying the remote area before glancing back up towards you, a blank look upon his face as he muttered the words:

"Bout half way."

You let out a hopeless and frightened whimper in response to his words, gritting your teeth as the water began to fall, your eye lids collapsing like an overflown dam. The salty tears split against your eyelashes before spilling down your cheeks, the cool water beading across your hot skin as it finally ended upon your chin, dripping from your jawline before landing upon the males exposed arms.

The way you were struggling to undergo the effects of his dick shouldn't have turned Daryl on as much as it had; he loved the way he stretched you out, large enough to practically tear you in half as a look of pure amazement appeared across your face, the breath being knocked from your lungs as you stared up at him. His cock began to uncontrollably throb as you started to quietly sob, thighs shaking around him due to the pressure between your legs. Another action that shouldn't have effected Daryl the way it had, seeing you cry due to his size only played into his fantasies even more.

You now had your eyes closed, pinching them shut due to a mix of embarrassment and the extreme pain still continuing to course through your body, webbing down your legs. Your tears warmed your face as you did your best to pull yourself together, trying not to spoil the moment by inhaling long, deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself, before you felt a large, wet blot appear upon your cheeks.

The unexpected connection caused you to jump, Daryl's hot and familiar breath pooled across your face as the unknown object began to move across your skin, following the trails your sobs had left upon your flesh.

He was licking away your tears, actually lapping up the salty tracks left brewing upon your face.

His patchy facial hair tickled your skin as he pulled his mouth up your face; his lips were wet, tongue leaving behind more moisture upon your cheeks than your own tears had. His mouth licked at your jawline, carefully collecting every droplet of water before happily swallowing, an action that momentarily made you forget about the numbness growing between your legs.

He was seriously diving down and lapping up your tears.

Once your face was entirely stripped clean of your tears, Daryl's kitten licks leaving a small grin drawn across face while also causing your abdomen to relax, your body perched attentively upon the inches he had inserted into you. The pain much less prominent as you had grown acquainted with his size, your legs slightly shook due to the pressure placed between your thighs but that was about it.

Daryl had studied your face for a few seconds, scanning your features for any sign of malaise or tenderness, but once he come to the conclusion that you were more than ready to receive him once again, due to the twinkle in your eyes in the way your hands gripped at the back of his head, he began to slide into you once more.

He was much hastier with his movements this time around, understanding that taking it slow and steady would most likely cause your body to writhe with discomfort once more, repeating the entire process over again, so he just bottomed out inside of you almost instantaneously.

You let out a surprised shriek due to the hunters actions, a shock of agony shooting through your body momentarily, although it was much more bearable than before. You felt completely filled up once he had finally steadied himself; his thick member pulsing between your tight walls and his blunt tip pushing against the far barriers of your insides caused you to feel overfilled by him, like at any second he would cause you to burst open as his dick was making you feel a sensation you had never received before.

Daryl paused for a couple minutes, reading the expressions upon your face as you received so many contradicting emotions at once:

At first, your features exclaimed a mixed look of revelation and disbelief; your eyes were wide, still red and glossy due to the tears that had previously filled them, your jaw had also fell slack, mouth left agape as your breath became caught within your throat. You were left in complete and utter shock as the male practically forced himself inside you, your pussy doing its best to alter its placement so you could adequately accept his throbbing cock.

As your crotch contorted and warped itself under the imprint of the hunters dick, your face began to morph as well: your eyes squinted together and you grit your teeth as you helplessly clenched around him. You were mewling beneath him, hands falling to his chest before you gripped at his shirt, an attempt to find any sort of support, trying to pull your body back down to Earth as his cock had caused your vision to be filled with stars.

Daryl was twitching relentlessly due to the position you sat upon his shaft, the way you were struggling and slightly floundering upon his member but still pushed through the slight pain and endured him caused his breath to fall short; his inhale becoming caught within the depths of his throat as he practically overflowed with the passionate feeling of arousal, a smirk falling across his lips.

Your crotch practically engulfed him, walls dripping around his length as you mindlessly clenched and unclenched upon him. Daryl had never felt something more perfect in his life, the way your velvet insides caressed him only made him desire more, he wanted to push into you until there was no indication of his cock left. Your warmth pooled around him, beckoning him further as he was surrounded entirely by your perfect pussy, a feeling that almost made him cum on the spot.

He waited until you had calmed upon his dick once more, until you stopped stirring upon him and instead began to lightly wriggle around him, signaling you were finally ready to be relentlessly fucked by the male, thats when he started moving.

With the first few thrusts you received from the archer, you slightly wiggled and squirmed upon his cock, not used to such a large intrusion pounding away at your walls. You let out a strangled whine as he bucked into you at a medium pace, his worn shirt still laced between your fingers as your eyes grew wide, a reaction to the pain, mixed with a slight, growing pleasure, you were receiving from his trembling hips. A view that sent Daryl spiraling; he loved watching as you struggled upon his cock, adoring the way you happily took all of him even through white knuckles and grit teeth. He continued to stretch you out, unlike anyone else ever had. Every clash of your hip bones seemed to knock the breath from your lungs as you stared up at the male.

Daryl had somehow resisted the over powering urge to toss his head backwards, instead forcing himself to keep his eyes laid upon you, to observe you as he rearranged your insides; his hair was dangling in front of his dark eyes, irises that had been reduced to small, black slits as he gazed down at you as though you were his prey and he was the predator. His bottom lip had been drawn tightly between the top row of his teeth as he grunted out from above you, a light red hue was glowing across his skin, blotching his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, even cascading down the flesh of his neck.

"Ya take my cock so good." He uttered, his voice gruff and raspy, a deep tone that shot straight down to your pussy.

You moaned in response as your cunt clenched desperately around his length, a small jolt of pleasure coursing through your abdomen as a result to his extremely sexy words. You had let out a vulgar and practically pornographic groan in regards to his sentence, a moan that entered Daryl's ears and echoed within his brain before it reverberated through his body before settling upon his impossibly hard dick. That was a noise he would never forget, a sound that would become etched into his brain so he could listen to it like a broken record during his lonely nights, starved of your touch.

"No ones ever takin my cock as good as ya." He exclaimed gruffly as he began to quickly roll his hips into you.

The new angle he had achieved caused waves of pleasure to crash down upon you, his hips flowing like the tides of the ocean, his torso tilted upwards, brushing against the perfect spot placed deep within you, and his hands settled upon your hips, helping you bounce slightly upon his dick. Sudden, the pain you were receiving before practically disappeared, diminishing within your insides as you rotated your hips in rhythm with his own, your mind growing much too busy focusing upon the overwhelming satisfaction to notice the slight stinging still left frolicking within you.

The two of you began moaning, your voices joining like a melodious symphony as he continued to roll his hips into your own, his thick cock basically caressing your insides as you let your head fall into the crock of his neck. You released all of your whimpers and whines into his shoulder, his sweat glazed skin muffling your beautiful noises as Daryl struggled to keep his own voice at bay.

The way you were placed beneath him drove Daryl mad, your thin figure curled up against his own, much larger one, your head placed upon his neck, giving him access to hear all of the candied noises that tumbled from your lips, granting him the ability to memorize every sound that came from your mouth. Your voice was like hunny to his ears, sweet and smooth as it entered his head, his hips stuttering with every whimper that bellowed from you, and every time you cried out into his flesh, he responded with one of his own, gravely groans as you clung helplessly to his frame.

It was becoming much more noticeable that neither of you were going to last much longer as he continued grinding his waist against your own, going delirious due to the way you had became trapped between himself and the tree. Your body was intoxicating to the male, borderline addictive as he imagined himself worshiping you like a Goddess everyday, for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, the male pulled back, sliding out of you until only his tip remained within the chambers of your pussy. He maneuvered himself into a new position, adjusting his body so he was aimed slightly more to the left before he bagan to animalistically fuck into you; his movements were rough, erratic, and fast as he started pounding into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure from the depths of your vocal cords as he repeatedly grunted, thrusting your frame into the tree supporting you. You don't even have the ability to focus upon the bark currently mangling your back, both your mind and body too distracted with the way the hunter ravished you as though you were the first women he had ever graced.

"Yeah?" He said, his voice soft and comforting within the confines of your ears "Ya like tha?"

With a simple lift of your head, all you could do was weakly nod; your head bouncing with each thrust of his hips you received as you let out a frail "Yeah."

Suddenly, his movements grew much slower, his hips still thrusting within in you but at a much steadier pace compared to before, his grinds short and extremely drawn out.

Disappointment washed over you as the most heavenly experience was practically ripped from your body, your core yearning to be filled by his brutal attacks once more. You let out a whine, a long, protracted mewl in protest, begging for his experienced dick once more by rotating your hips down and around him.

Daryl was fast to react to your sounds, quickly shushing your cries by snaking his hand up your body, fingers dancing up your waist, across your hard breasts, over your warm neck, and tickling your jawline before he placed a firm hand upon your mouth. As his hands gripped at your face, fingers curling into your cheek bones, your eyes roll back into your head.

Your mind was screaming at his actions, your previous moan cut short as you felt his sweaty palm against your lips, forcefully hushing your disheartened groans. Your eyelids lulled momentarily before your irises fell back to Earth, landing upon the concern laced look etched upon the males face:

His eyes were focused, wide as he looked to his side, neck straining as he examined the area surrounding the two of you. His head craned, attempting to peer behind him before his thrusts began once more, returning to their previous state as his vision gravitated back towards you. His movements were quickly restored to their former condition, rough and feral as he pleasured himself deep within you.

"Can ya be quiet for me, sweetheart? Jus for one moment. I think I heard somethin."

You nodded profusely, quick to cut off a muffled moan from beneath his fingers, springing at the opportunity to obey his hasty orders. Although his words were a bit unsettling, insinuating that there was the possibility that some sort of threat was in your vicinity, he still continued with his abuse upon your pussy, slamming into you with so much force, you were surprised the tree hasn't collapsed beneath you thus far.

You occasionally let out stifled yelps, biting back various moans at his sudden actions, your insides growing numb due to do the overwhelming amount of pleasure as you began to creep up upon your inevitable high.

Daryl, still studying the environment surrounding the two of you, was extremely unaware of your climax that was creeping up on you at an increasingly fast rate. His thrusts continued upon the edge of torturous, hips unfaltering as he pounded into you, still scrutinizing the woodland area the two of you were engulfed within.

Your abdomen was clenching, a large amount of pressure began to grow deep within your stomach, like at any moment, with one finally snap of his hips, you would break, your pussy would convulse around him as you clenched upon his cock. The tension deep within your torso was tight, threatening to burst at any moment as your eyes frantically darted towards his arms, an attempt at fending off your finish for just a moment longer, never even dreaming for this moment to come to an end.

You could feel a screamed moan daring to bubble from within your throat as you teetered upon the edge of your orgasm, his pulsating limbs did not appear to be a good distraction; his muscles were reverberating, throbbing under the strain of cradling you as he violently fucked you. His skin was glistening with sweat, the thin glaze of perspiration gleaming under the starlight as his upper arms appeared to be extremely tense, his forearms stiff as his shoulders rolled beneath his hypnotizing movements.

You relentlessly clenching around him was what drew Daryl from his trance, his head rotating slowly as his vision finally traveled back to you. When your eyes met, he could tell, almost immediately, that you were on the trail of crashing down upon your high; the way your eyes were threatening to roll back into the depths of your eye sockets, the way your hips swayed in motion with his own, and how your entrance endlessly clenched around him. It was a view that would be engraved within the depths of his memory.

"Ya gonna cum for me?" He asked, his words ringing throughout your head, echoing within your ear canals.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan against his palm in response.

"Gonna cum round my cock?"

Once again, you punctuated his words with a rewarding whimper.

The male remained mute momentarily, adoring the way you whined from beneath his palm as you practically begged him to let you cum. He loved watching you writhe underneath his dictatorship, fighting off your own orgasm as you patiently awaited his next order. Once he was satisfied with the duration he had made you suffer, he finally spoke:

"Then do it for me, girl."

With that, he removed his hand from your face, smirking as he prepared himself to receive every howl of gratitude that was emitted from your mouth.

As soon as he removed his fingers from your lips, you came; walls ruthlessly clenching around the male as your insides convulsed in pleasure, practically screaming as his hips continued their violent beating upon your pussy, caressing you through your orgasm. Your climax washed over you stronger than ever before, your cunt practically vibrating with joy as you came, walls dripping around the archer.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth left agape in pure ecstasy as you came. Your eyebrows were raised and your lips quivered as a small smile spread across your mouth, a view that caused Daryl's eyes to glue themselves to your features, reading your face as you relished within the shackles of your orgasm.

"O-Oh God, Daryl, f-fuck." Was all you could manage, your words repeating themselves over and over as you reached your high.

Your sudden extreme clenching caused Daryl's finish to sneak up upon him much sooner than he had intended, his seed spilling into you unannounced. His dick twitch within you, white ropes of cum painting your walls as his cock pulsed with fulfillment, the tension within his gut snapping harshly. Due to his unexpected finish, the male let out an animalistic groan as you reached the crest of your high, a sound which only spurred you on further.

Daryl had his bottom lip pulled taunt between his teeth, eyelids heavy as he stared down upon you, too scared to shut them for even a moment, as if he were going to miss some sort of once in a life time experience. His hair was splayed against his forehead, sweat laced and soaked as a reaction to the rigorous work out he had just endured.

Your hands gripped at his own arms, hips bounding upon his stilled cock, your pelvic bones clashing together with ever bounce of your waist. You rode the man like this was your last day on Earth, legs trembling as your pussy wept with satisfaction, the feeling of your orgasm resigned deep within you.

Daryl moaned at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, borderline overstimulation as he grasped at what ever he could reach: Your thighs, ass, torso, arms, any sliver of skin that was visible to the naked eye. His legs twitched uncontrollably as his member pulsed with contentment, his shaft vibrating with the reminence of his climax.

As the two of you stilled, no longer desperately grinding against one another or rolling your hips upon his abdomen, your erratic movements dissipating into thin air as you became satisfied with your orgasms, Daryl slowly pulled out of you. He glided out from your insides with a groan, his spent cock twitching with satiate as he removed his member from within you, your sensitive walls involuntarily clenching around him.

You considered yourself fortunate for surviving his dick.

Daryl slowly placed you upon the ground, being gentle with his movements as he knew exactly what effect his member was gonna have upon you in the days, or even minutes, that followed. He would consider you lucky if you could properly walk without some sort of limp or wobble for the next couple of days.

Your entrance grew sore as he slowly set you down, elastic walls weak and stinging as you placed your feet upon the dirty ground below you. You observed the dying fire from behind the male that was now fixing his disheveled pants: the previously glowing embers were now reduced to glimmering coals and warm ashes.

The sound of Daryl's zipper echoed throughout the dark woods as you situated your drenched underwear, your fingers skimming across your soaked cunt as you placed the article of clothing into its normal position. When you glanced up to retrieve your jeans, the hunter already had them within his tight grip, his finger curling around the fabric as he pranced towards you.

"Lets get ya fixed up, sweetheart." He said as he reached for you, hands traveling across your exposed upper arms.

The rugged male wrapped a hand around your shoulders, grasping your upper arm, blunt nails digging into your soaked skin as his other arm found its way around the back of your knees. He retrieved you from your place upon the floor, strained arms lifting you with ease as he promptly began carrying you, bridle style.

Daryl adored the way your small frame fit within the cradle of his arms, chest promptly pushed up against his own as you snuggled into his grasp. The way your body appeared to be so tiny and fragile compared to his own almost caused him to grow erect once more.

As a reaction to his surprising efforts, you flung your arms around his neck, interlocking your fingers upon his nape as you giggled at his robust actions before you finally placed a sloppy, yet firm, kiss upon his accentuated jawline.

[h3rmess]

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

Written by @h3rmess ✰

navi☆

-> cowboy!satoru x afab!reader x cowboy!suguru

warnings - SMUT! use of swear words, use of some spanish (im not native so please correct me if I got something wrong!!) Spanish translation at the end!!

notes - im literally screaming satosugu as cowboys have me in a CHOKEHOLDDD - smut is not usual from me pls don't cringe, or I'll cry

Wandering into the unfamiliar town, I looked around for anything that could indicate my next move. My horse, Lucky, was worn out beyond belief. The summer heat was like no other as she trotted through the desert. I dismounted, spotting a stable a few steps away from us. I led my girl into the stable, the shade it provided, relieving us instantly. I looked around to see if anyone was there.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I hollered, receiving no reply. With a huff, I stroked Lucky's head, comforting her, urging her to hold up a little longer.

A whistle echoed through the stable, catching my attention instantly.

"Well, ain't she a beauty!" His boots clicked on the ground, his hands in the loopholes of his jeans as he made his way in front of us.

"She really is." I looked at Lucky, petting her as she shook her head, neighing.

"I wasn't talking about the horse, muñeca." His voice deepened, igniting something in me.

He made his way closer towards me, inspecting me with careful eyes, his long black hair flowing out of his hat.

"What's a beauty like you doin' 'round here?" He neared me, his slender eyes making me feel like I had to submit to him.

"Oh! I - uh, got a lil' lost." I tried my best to maintain composure.

"Well, don't worry, amor, we'll take good care of you." He slung his arm around me, the proximity only worsening the heat I felt.

"W-we?" I stuttered, causing him to chuckle and turn his head to look behind him.

"Satoru!" He shouted.

As if on cue, a man came in riding a gorgeous brown horse, looking absolutely majestic.

"Yeah? Oh my!" He exclaimed, immediately jumping off his horse and walking towards me. "Who's this?" He asked the black hair man.

"She hasn't told us yet. What's your name, guapa?"

Me breath hitched before I told him, a satisfied hum leaving both their mouths.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady." The man with white hair spoke, taking his sunglasses off to reveal his huge, blue eyes. The colour mesmerised me, causing me to freeze in place, completely unable to move.

"¿Qué pasó, princesa? Cat got your tongue?" The person who I figured to be Satoru taunted, moving closer to me.

My heart beat quickened and I began to swear, thinking only one thing about these men ; they are so fuckable.

"What did you come here for, hm?" The black haired man spoke, his tone making me want to drop to my knees.

"My- uh- m-my horse, Lucky. She's dehydrated, and I wanted to get her some food, water, and rest." I stumbled over each word, making a fool of myself.

"Hear the way she's stuttering, Suguru!" Satoru nudged the black haired man as they both chuckled.

"She truly is precious. Can't let a gem like you get away now, can we?" Suguru's hand found its way to my chin, holding it firmly and lifting my head up to look into his eyes. "We'll get ya all fixed up, alright? Don't you worry, linda."

I nodded dumbly at the two men, following them into where the horses were kept, leading my girl on behind me.

They kept to their word, making sure Lucky had enough food and plenty of water and then allowing her to sleep. I was so grateful to them for lending us their resources out of the kindness of their hearts.

Those same hearts that I hadn't known wanted nothing more than to bend me over.

"She's all rested now, alright?" Satoru spoke, taking his hat off and taking a seat in a room separate to the stable. His legs were spread apart as sweat leaked down his semi-exposed chest. I tried to look at any modest part of him, but no matter how hard I tried, he managed to turn my thoughts lewd time and time again.

He sat on one side of me, Suguru, on the other in a similar position.

Would I be able to take them both? They both look so damn sexy right now. I wonder how big they are...

My thoughts caused my thighs to squeeze together. I thought about how they would manhandle me and I wouldn't complain. I yearned for friction, anything to give me a little bit of relief.

"¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita?" Suguru asked, his hair out of its prevous bun and now falling sluttily onto his shoulders. It only made the heat between my legs grow, my thighs squeezing closer together.

I hadn't noticed, but I was staring. Intensely. I was undressing him with my eyes.

A finger snapped in front of my eyes, which happened to be Satoru's.

"You okay, querida?" He asked, his voice playful.

"Huh?" I replied simply, turning my head to face him.

"You've been looking at us like you want to fuck us since you got here." Suguru chimed in, making my face flush in embarrassment.

I tried to speak, but no words came out.

"You want us to fuck you, hm?" Satoru hummed, his sweet voice making a squirm slightly.

I nodded furiously, waiting for either of them to make a move.

"Use your words, mami." Suguru sent me over the edge as he placed his hand on my thigh, inching up closer and closer to my heat.

"Yes. Please, I need you... both of you." I mewled pathetically, embarrassed by the words that had just come out of my mouth.

With no hesitation, Suguru slipped his hands under my thighs, hoisting me up onto his lap. I felt his hardness underneath me, instinctively rolling my hips slowly over it, earning a soft grunt from him. His hands found my waist, caressing it up and down, further riling me up.

Satoru took my face in his hands, turning my head towards him and kissing me. He ate at my mouth, covering every single inch of my lips. I groaned into the kiss as Suguru's hands slipped under my skirt, holding onto the rim of my panties.

I grinned against him even harder, feeling Satoru's tongue slip into my mouth, digging its way down my throat.

"Calmate, girl!" Suguru announced, holding my hips to prevent any more movement.

Satoru pulled away from my lips, finding his way to my neck and sucking on the tender skin. I whimpered at his movements, making me grip on to Suguru's shoulders tighter than before.

His hands reached under my skirt, placing a singular finger pad on my clothed bunch of nerves. I cried out, needy and desperate, already fucked-out.

"So pretty..." Satoru whispered on my neck, the sensation paired with the praise, only making me wetter. I whined as I leaned into Suguru's chest.

"Please..." I cried as he massaged me, longing for closer contact.

"Hmm? Please what, amor?" His eyes were stuck on my tits which were squashed against his chest, making his cock twitch.

"I need you.." Satoru pulled away as I spoke, whisking me up and placing me on his lap, taking over Suguru's role.

"Need us how? Dime qué quieres, muñeca." Suguru's lips kissed my collar bone as Satoru unbuttoned my top.

I could only whimper as Satoru's left hand slipped beneath my panties, playing with my slick.

"She's so wet!" Satoru exclaimed, his lack of speech only to be blamed on him being completely immersed in the moment.

His finger moved to Suguru, who opened his mouth and sucked on it, tasting me.

"So sweet..." He groaned, palming himself through his jeans as he kissed my neck once more.

"I need to taste straight from the source. Would you like that, hermosa?" Satoru asked, pushing me down onto my back and moving himself in line with my still covered heat.

I nodded as he tugged at my panties before he stopped and looked up at me.

"Quiero oírte decirlo. Tell me that you want it." He asks for my consent as his face is between my legs, possibly being the hottest thing I've experienced.

"I want it." I tell him as he smirks, kissing up my thighs and sliding my panties down my legs.

"So pretty for us." He says, delving into my folds.

"The prettiest." Suguru adds.

TRANSLATION :

Muñeca = doll

Amor = love

Guapa = pretty

¿Qué pasó, princesa? = what happened, princess?

Linda = cutie

¿Qué estás haciendo, muñequita? = what are you doing, dolly?

Querida = dear

Mami = mommy

Calmate = take it easy

Dime qué quieres, muñeca = tell me what you want, doll

Hermosa = gorgeous

Quiero oírte decirlo = I want to hear you say it

[lala1267]

Don't let momma know

Notes: I cringed making this since I'm not used to writing smuts lmfao. This was a request, btw. Reader is a virgin and calls Elvis daddy. Idk if this is good.

Innocent f reader x stepdad Elvis.

Warnings: SMUT. Elvis is the readers' step dad, pain, barely any swearing, Elvis is very rough and aggressive.

Summary: You were Elvis' stepdaughter until he turned you into his bitch.

From the times that Elvis scolded you to the times that he would cuddle you in his big arms, you would still feel a magnetic force that would draw your eyes to him. Ever since your mother and Elvis married, things have been different. You were used to doing what you wanted and living freely, but that all stopped when Elvis burst into your life. He was strict. You weren't allowed to disobey him, talk back to him, or be a bratt. But the one thing that Elvis had made clear to you was that you were not to have a boyfriend ever. This meant that you weren't allowed to have any friends who were boys. You weren't even allowed to talk to boys. You were very close with Elvis, though. You would cuddle him like a teddy bear and call him daddy as if he were your real father. But the one thing that you couldn't describe was the feeling of love. You loved Elvis, but it was a different kind of love, a kind that you could only invision.

You were doing your chores in the kitchen and working hard. You were even on your tiptoes as you bent yourself over the sink to reach the window sill. Your mother was at work, so you had to do the housework for today. The damp little blue towel in your hand leaked onto the floor. Your short, frilly pink dress hugged your figure perfectly. Thinning your waist and tucking in your baby fat. It was studded with little fabric flowers, but they were unfortunately hidden by your long, luscious locks that drapped over your shoulders and seeped down your back like a majestic waterfall. Your bare feet moved along the tile kitchen floor as you scrubbed and wiped the marble counters. Polishing them to a tea. You stood up straight and let out a loud sigh as you brought the back of your hand to your forehead that was slightly beaded with sweat. Your hand held the soaked towel above your chest, sending a good amount of droplets in-between your breasts and leaving a damp water mark. Your eyes shifted to your boobs, which were now glistening with bubbly warm water. Your bambi eyes rolled as you placed the towel on the counter and attempted to dry your now damp dress that stuck to your boobs. Suddenly, you felt a large set of hands wrap around your waist from behind. It came with a musky woody cologne scent. Your body turned itself around to find Elvis. He wore a lavish silk shirt and a pair of white flare jeans. A large gold belt got comfy just above his pelvis. Your eyes locked with his icey blues.

"Oh, hi daddy, you startled me."

You said, following it up with your childish laughter that was like a melody. Elvis' face didn't smile back.

"Why did ya stop doing your work, baby?"

He asked, his southern drawl leaving a tingle in the atmosphere that was slowly tensing.

"I just needed to dry my dress, I got some water on it."

Elvis' eyes shifted to your breasts that were coated in a shiny bubbly liquid. His hands still held your waist. They were slowly tightening.

"How about a dry that for ya, I don't want my baby to be all damp now."

"Ok daddy."

Your head nodded in agreement as you watched him grab a soft dry towel from the counter. One of his hands were still making themselves comfy on your waist as the other held the towel. He looked at your shiny, wet chest area before rubbing the dry towel over your pretty breasts. He made sure to get every crevasse. His fingertips slightly overlapped the fabric just so he could get a feel of your soft, delicate skin. He was taking an unusual amount of time. He seemed to be wiping even when the water was gone. He finally stopped and threw the towel back onto the polished counter before his attention drew back to you. His hands slowly rubbed your hips as he spoke.

"Your dress is still wet, come on, let's go get changed out of it, baby."

He didn't give you a chance to speak before his big veiny hand grasped your pretty little wrist tightly. His led you upstairs, practically dragging you. He led you into his room instead of yours. He sat you down on his king bed, the satin sheets were comfortable.

"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, you stay here and be a good lil' girl."

He said his long finger pointed at you. He left, and you sat there just waiting patiently for your daddy to come and dress you up like a doll. The door knob twisted, and soon, Elvis walked back in. He held a few of your pastel coulored clothes in one of his hands. Your excitement bubbled inside of you as you waited for him to undress you. He walked over to you and placed the clothes next to you on the bed.

"Stand up, princess."

He said. You did just that. Sooner or later, his hands began to unzip your dress. Revealing your bare back. He let the dress swiftly fall to the ground as he watched your body unveail. His white teeth bit into his plush lips as he stared at your body. Your bra perfectly held up your boobs, pushing them together a little. Your white panties were studded with a singular pink little bow in the front. Your thighs had the perfect amount of chub as your waist was curved. Your colar bones spread out from your neck all the way to the ends of your shoulders like branches. Your ribcage was slightly visible around your chest area.

His eyes couldn't seem to be pryed from your body.

"Daddy, Daddy?"

You said, attempting to pull him from his lustful daze. His eyes finally met yours.

"Daddy, are you gonna dress me now?"

You asked. He stepped forward to your fragile body, his hands gliding along your torso and his eyes wandering along your body. His touch made you feel all fuzzy inside.

"Well, I think I like ya better without clothes."

He said as his eyes were still searching every inch of your body. You felt your cheeks flush red as a cheeky smile played up on your soft face, dimpling your cheeks.

"Am I flattering ya, baby?"

He asked as his body inched closer to yours. You could feel his hot breath blow on your face.

"No, never!"

You protested playfully as you tried to hide your underlying love. You felt an unknown liquid begin to pool in your panties, causing you to cross your legs as butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. What was happening? You've never felt this before.

"Don't lie to me, baby. I might have to teach ya a lesson."

He said as his face was only centermeters away. A smug grin appeared on his lips, sending the butterflies in your stomach on a rampage. He looked into your eyes.

"I, uh, I ain't -"

Your cute little stuttering episode was quickly interrupted by Elvis' lips on yours. Your stepfather was kissing you. You couldn't pull away, even if you wanted to. His hands explored your body as his tongue lapped around yours. This was amazing to you. You've never had a kiss, let alone have a kiss with your stepdad! The wetness in your panties only worsened, forcing your legs against eachover. You could taste the cigar smoke on his tongue as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, you felt your body get lifted up by his big hands. His hands squeezed your ass as he carried you before throwing you onto the satin sheets of his bed. His hungry eyes examined your body once more before he bent down to your level. His hands gripped the soft lace fabric of your bra before tearing it off like an animal. You felt your nipples harden as the cold air met with them. He didn't waste any time snatching your panties off either. His hands held onto the edges of them before he pulled them from your ass to your ankles. He discarded them onto the floor.

He looked down at your bare body, biting his lips and tugging on himself. He bent down to kiss your pretty colar bones. You felt your eyes flutter shut as he sucked and bit your skin seductively. This was so new to you. You were still a virgin. His lips kissed your breasts and chest area, leaving dark purple hikey marks. His hands gripped your waist aggressively as he kissed your skin. Your hands held onto his velvet black hair as he worked his magic. He kissed your abdomen as he looked up at you through his dark lashes. You could see his sly grin form as he looked at you. He soon stood up tall and began to unbuckle his golden belt that shimmered in the light. A click sound could be heard as his belt fell to the floor. You looked up at him with a worried expression, you had to tell him.

"Daddy stop!"

You said desperately as you sat yourself up and looked up at him. He looked down at you and raised a brow.

"What's wrong, baby?"

He asked. His voice was soft and kind. You bit your lip as you broke eye contact with him. A million thoughts clouded your head.

"I've never done this before."

"I know, my baby, I'll be gentle, I promise."

He said as his once dark eyes returned to the usual cool blue. You looked up at him, your brows still furrowed, and lip still pouted.

"Baby, you can trust me. I will make ya feel good, I promise. I would never go rough on my lil' babygirl."

He said as his hands played along your body delicately. You believed him.

"Ok, Daddy."

You said as you layed back down onto the silk sheets. He gave you a reassuring look. His hands wrapped around your hips before dragging you towards him forcefully, making your breasts bounce. His hands fiddled with his zippers before his pants fell down to his ankles. Revealing his hard cock. It sprang up against his lower belly before he stepped closer. You looked at his cock in awe, it was so big. He carefully pulled your hips towards him and opened your model legs. A grin appeared on his face.

"So wet for me already huh?"

He said as he chuckled slightly. He grasped his cock in his hands before aligning it with your wet cunt. You felt the tip touch your folds, forcing your mouth to open and your eyes to glue shut. Without warning, he thrusted into you forcefully, making you gasp out of shock. A strong pain coursed through you as he thrusted into you like you were his toy. It hurt. You bit your lip, and your doll eyes watered up. He took notice.

"Don't worry, baby, the pain will be over in a minute. You're gonna feel real good, trust me."

He said as his hips clapped against your skin. You were getting worried as the pain only worsened. You felt some tears escape your eyes as your body bouced up and down. Your whimpers slowly turned into moans as the pain drifted away and disintegrated. You began to moan in pleasure as he hunched over you. He carried on abusing your cunt with his gigantic cock as he grunted into your ear. You felt like you were in heaven. His grunts and sighs only grew louder as he punished your body. He stood up straight to take a look at your pretty self, bouncing and moaning for him. His large hand situated itself on your neck, only allowing you little air. His gripped your neck, his nails dug into the soft skin, making you squeal a bit.

"It's alright baby, j-just be a good girl and t-take it...oh god."

He said through his teeth as he continued his assault on your poor body. It hurt so bad but felt so good. His large cock stretched your walls, making your moans only grow louder. You looked at the beads of sweat from his forehead, fall onto your naked body like tears. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. He bit his lip as he continued to thrust into you like there was no tomorrow.

You felt a heat build up in your abdomen. It slowly made its way lower. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you felt your body jolt and twitch. You had no idea what was happening, but it felt good. Suddenly a watery substance began to ooze out of your cunt and onto Elvis' dick. A loud moan left your lips as your hips raised. You felt your legs shake and tremble. You let out a sigh before you relaxed. You felt a wave of tiredness and sleepyness wash over you like a tidal wave.

"Daddy, I think I'm done, that was so good."

You say with a weak smile. He looked down at you and shook his head side to side.

"I ain't done with ya yet, baby."

He said sternly before turning your body over forcefully. He made you get into a doggy position before he carried on thrusting into you. You wanted to go to sleep, but if this is what your daddy wanted, then you were obliged to listen. He slapped your ass harshly, leaving a red handprint and forcing a yelp out of you. Your body bounced aggressively as he did so. His large hand gripped your precious hair, he pulled on it strongly. Your head jolted back as he tugged your hair and dragged it. You whimpered as you felt the sting of your scalp. Your back arched like a cat as he was hitting it.

"You're gonna take t-this like a-a good girl."

He stated sternly, not giving you a choice. All you could do was whimper and moan like a kitten. His grip on your hair worsened. Soon, he was tugging your hair too harshly, causing another round of tears to flow from your eyes. He slapped your ass a few more times with his big hand. That was definitely going to bruise. Suddenly you felt a warm substance shoot out of his cock and fill you up. Your eyes widened as your knees weakened. You let out the loudest moan, and it echoed around the room. You could hear Elvis grunt and breathe heavily as the liquid only carried in shooting into your battered pussy.

"Oh, oh....fuck."

He said with his shaky breath. You felt his dick twitch inside of you as his cream fully filled you. He pulled out of you, a white liquid came gushing out of you before your poor body collapsed onto the bed that was now covered in yours and Elvis' cum. You breathed out and tried to process what had just happened as your exhausted body shut down. Elvis lied down next to you and pulled you close. His hair was soaking wet, and so was yours. You felt his arms pull you close to him.

"I knew you could do it. My good girl."

He said breathlessly into your ear as you felt his chest heave up and down against your back.

"Don't tell momma about this, or it won't end well for you."

He said. You lay there, struggling to process this all.

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costumes / looks I desperately need gerard way to wear on stage (add your own in reblogs!!)

greek statue, he’s fully painted white including his hair with a white toga with a golden wreath thing on his head. I just think that would look sick

police uniform covered in blood

straight up zombie with full on green decaying gory make up

one of the heathers from heathers

either the blue cheerleader outfit from the i’m not okay mv or the iconic red ones from teenagers. then we’d have a little trio!

ghostface. possibly cunty ghostface as a treat

vanya from umbrella academy - young version with the school girl fit and black mask OR the all white comic version of course

also number five from umbrella academy (classic school boy fit)

this sounds weird but I think this would be really cool and meta for wwwy - a stereotypical mcr fan / emo. as in with that one black parade t shirt, heavy eyeliner, black nails, side swept emo fringe, studded bracelets and belts, skinny black jeans, vans or converse. again a very meta concept, after their old person looks in 2022 I can really see them doing this as a whole band this year and I would loooove to finally see gerard in the fashion style that’s so associated with him and his music

howl from howl’s moving castle

possibly also sophie from howl’s moving castle

slenderman

literally just satan. like the most stereotypical devil, give them fully painted red skin, horns, fangs, yellow or black eyes, maybe even goat legs. probably with a majestic black suit or something, or for a succubus vibe a black flowy dress with a slit down the leg. now that I think about it, this would be a SICK wwwy look to shock us all, esp if ray mikey and frank all dressed as other demons or the souls of the damned or some shit.

peni parker - he made her!!

question mark jumper from doctor who

also missy from doctor who omg

jane doe from ride the cyclone, possibly with added marionette or cracked porcelain makeup like in some renditions

classic majestic white-robed angel, with enormous fake wings and maybe even sparkly gold makeup and a big gold halo. also would be cool in all black, or all white but covered in blood (red, gold, or black, all would look cool)

buffy summers in prophecy girl, except he also has blood all over his neck from where the master bit her. I hope he’s watched btvs I think he would very much enjoy it this look would fit with their vampire vibe sooooo well

classic frankenstein’s monster

mothman. not only is he a heartthrob but he’s also a hunched goblin cryptid to me. the duality of man (he/theys)

jane prentiss from the magnus archives. if you don’t know she is a living flesh hive of sentient worms, she’s decaying and full of holes. again with all the nasty decaying rotting prosthetic makeup plus THE RED DRESS!!!

mr darcy vibes, sopping wet regency man with a big puffy white t shirt

opposite side of that, fuck it give him a full on ballroom gown

henry creel from stranger things (pre-vecna, nurse outfit)

any disney princess

crowley from good omens. my man looks GOOD in those anthony janthony aah sunglasses he has

cute flowy summer dress with like a flowery pattern. either go cottagecore with it and have flowers in his hair, or go full white soccer mum and put him in huge cunty sunglasses a massive straw sun hat with a ribbon on it

all-black cowboy!!!! the fact I’ve never seen him in a cowboy hat is actual sacrilege. also would very much appreciate an all-pink sequin studded cowboy

any alice in wonderland character, especially alice herself, the classic disney movie look with the blue dress and the bow in the hair. he would also do a great chesire cat (spooky big grin makeup paired with his weird ass dramatic facial expressions?? inspired) or a super extravagant queen / king / knave of hearts. also 100000% the mad hatter omfg, he was BORN to do a jefferson from once upon a time look!!