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vampirexxiv · 2 years ago

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OBSESSED - DARYL DIXON

SYNOPSIS - Coming back from a supply run, Daryl can’t wait to get you alone once he sees you in a flimsy little sundress, smiling at him like he’s the sun. The problem? Daryl’s not the only one looking at you.

pairings: daryl dixon x fem!reader

era: alexandria

word count: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ CONTENT (mdni!!), smut, p in v (unprotected), creampie, jealous!daryl, slight dom!daryl, making out, i cant remember anything else but let me know if i missed anything

A/N: hi everyone <3 while this isn’t my first time writing fics or smut, it is the first time in a while so i hope you enjoy! daryl has me in a chokehold i need him so bad and thus, this work was born. the dress and underwear might be unrealistic, but just go with it. have a wonderful day/night!

NOTE: i do consent to any form of reposting any of my written pieces to any platforms. i repeat, do not repost my work, i do NOT consent!

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“Got you obsessing now

Counting your blessings now

…

Got the tension so high

You can’t sleep through the night

Know you can’t live without it”

— obsessed by limi ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆

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The minute the front door had slammed shut, he had pushed you up against it, gentleness thrown out the window completely.

“Daryl,” you breathe out, body tingling and tummy burning with white hot desire as he grips your hair, his other hand holding your throat. “Daryl.”

“Shut up,” he gritted out before slamming his lips down unto yours, thigh wedged between yours and digging up, where your wet, hot cunt jolted at the sudden contact.

The kiss was messy, wet and hot. Tongues rubbed up against each other and spit bubbled from your lips, and the way Daryl was kissing you was so fucking raw, that you couldn’t do anything other than whimper. He tasted like marlboro reds and sin, with a mix of something so utterly Daryl, it had you moaning into his lips.

“Such a fuckin’ brat, huh?” He grunts, fingers around your throat tightening until your brain goes foggy. His pretty blue eyes were blown out with lust, want, and annoyance. “Always tryin’ to piss me off.”

“No— fuck. Swear it, baby. Didn’t mean to make you angry.” It was a pathetic excuse and he retaliated with a harsh yank to your hair, catching your whine with his mouth.

He pulled the flimsy material of your sundress up to your hips, showing off the pretty little thong covering your pussy from him.

Daryl actually growled, loosening his hand from your hair to pull the strap of the lacy material, hard so when it snapped back, your skin would host a rosy mark.

You yelped at the burst of stinging on your hip and Daryl laughed meanly before doing it again, harder.

“S’funny you say that, actin’ like you don’t know what you’re doin’ when you run around in a pretty little thing like that.” Daryl moved his hand so he could pull at you until you rested nicely on his thigh.

“Dunno what you’re talking about, Daryl. Just wanted to look pretty for you when you came back.” You huffed, leaning forward in his arms to reattach your mouth with his, but he pulled back to look at you instead.

The sight of you had him about to burst in his pants; all pink cheeked with spit-slick lips, hazy eyes cloudy with unshed tears at how worked up you were, dress rustled around so your plush thighs were on display. What really got him, though, was the fact that your lace covered cunt was sopping wet and humping his thigh, hips rutting unconsciously and leaving a wet spot on him that was visible each time you pulled back.

Fuck, he thought. He’d never wanted to ruin someone as badly as he did you. And he would, but not before teasing you until you were crying, desperate for him, his mouth, his cock.

“Oh, you did look pretty. Got my attention the minute I saw you in this tiny dress,” he muttered, balling the pink fabric in his hand to prove his point.

“So what’s the problem?” You whined, the ache between your legs becoming too much, hips moving faster against his strong leg.

“Problem is, it wasn’t just me starin’ at you. All the fuckin’ guys were lookin’, and when you ran to me, this,” his hand yanked on the dress, “flew up. Even Rick looked like he wanted to bend you over.”

Fuckin’ dick, Daryl thought.

And once his words sunk in, it all made sense. His coldness once he’d hugged you, dragging you home and away from prying eyes, before attacking you at the door.

He was jealous. Daryl Dixon was fucking jealous.

“Oh,” you stopped your grinding to stare up at him, eyes fluttering as his eyes pierced yours.

“Yeah. I don’t fuckin’ like it, people shouldn’ be lookin’ at what’s mine. I ain’t ever gonna share you.” In his jealousy, he wasn’t seeing how his words and behavior were affecting you.

To hear him be so feral over you, so jealous, made you want to sink onto his cock and never be empty again.

“Daryl Dixon, you’re so hot.”

“Are you even listenin’?” He huffed, annoyance coating his handsome face.

“Daryl, I don’t care if anyone else was looking, I only care you were.” Your hands moved from their place on his shoulders, one hand cupping his stubbly cheek while the other grabbed his own hand, guiding it to your covered heat. “I only want you.”

He was silent, in awe of not only your words but your actions. You pushed his hand into your thong, his fingers immediately coated with your arousal.

“Feel this? That’s for you, only you.”

And, fuck. That sentence had him wanting to rail you right the fuck now, right against the front door.

And that’s exactly what he was gonna do.

“Gonna be the death of me, woman,” Daryl grunted, the reassurance you provided had him moving. “Gonna fuck you stupid, make you forget everything ‘cept me.”

“Please, Daryl.” You begged, all flustered and needy and the last bit of his self control flew out the window.

His mouth crashed with yours and right away, it was so fucking dirty. His fingers brushed your clit and fluttering hole whilst stealing your breath. He bit your bottom lip, hard, before sucking your tongue and swallowing your pretty, pathetic moans.

He hoped all the fucking guys in the community could hear you. He hoped they heard your cries and how you whined his name, not theirs.

The reminder of other eyes that weren’t his tracing your thighs had him breaking your kiss to pick you up, pinching your thighs so they’d wrap around his waist. Daryl shoved two fingers inside you, groaning in your mouth at how fucking tight and hot you were, no matter how many times he fucked you.

“Please—“ you babbled as he fucked you with his calloused fingers and sucked bruises into your neck. “Need you so bad, Daryl. Need you now.”

“I know, baby, gonna give it to you. You just need me inside you, huh?”

“Yes!” You cried out and fuck, who was he to deny his girl what she wanted?

Removing his hand from you, he stuffed two slick soaked fingers into your mouth, shutting up your whines. The feel of you sucking on his fingers, cleaning them from your juices, had him shuddering in anticipation.

His other hand reached between you both to unbuckle his pants, shucking them down with his boxers until they were mid thigh. If he were a better man, he’d of taken you back to bed and fucked you properly.

Though, he never claimed to be a good man. In one movement, he thrusted into you and filled you up completely.

“Oh my god!” You whimpered, hand in his hair pulling the brown strands. “Fuck me, Daryl!”

“Plan on it, darlin’.” He said before he started to move, fucking you in a way it was almost mean with how his tip kept brushing your spot with each thrust.

Your pretty little ‘uh, uh’s grew loud, along with the sound of skin slapping. The door started to rattle as he continued to press you deeper into it, hand slapping the wall as pleasure consumed him. He groaned as your hand grabbed his ass and dug your nails deep, as if to retaliate for his harsh thrusts.

“Daryl, m’close,” you whispered into his neck, tongue coming out to lick up at the salt coating his tanned skin. ��Need you to fill me up, please!”

“Shh, know what you need, honey. Gonna give it to you.” Daryl moaned in tandem with you, hips stuttering as you both neared euphoria.

Your hand on his ass pressed him further into you, and you nearly screamed at the feel of his pubic bone rutting your puffy, needy clit.

“Such a good girl fo’ me,” Daryl groaned, hips speeding up and with the mixture of his cock rubbing that spot deep within you and his pubic bone grinding your clit, you came. Hard. “Fuck.”

The feel of your pussy squeezing him tight sent him over the edge and you both moaned at the feel of him filling you up, hot liquid coating your cunt.

For a few seconds, the only thing that could be heard was gasps for air as you both struggled to recover.

“Fuck,” Daryl said, so low you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t wrapped around him like a koala. “So fuckin’ hot.”

You looked between you both to see what had him already half hard and sighed. Both of your orgasms had bubbled out, leaking out of you and onto his base; instead of removing himself from you, Daryl lazily thrusted.

“Sore, Daryl,” you whimpered, tightening your legs around him as you dug your face into the crevice of his neck.

“Sorry, baby. Just so fuckin’ pretty wrapped around me.” Instead of replying, you just nibbled on his neck.

“C’mon, gotta shower.” He didn’t let you down, though, and instead carried you as he walked through your shared home.

“Baby,” Daryl said as he switched the knob for the hot water, leading you into the shower with him.

“Hmm?”

“Wear that dress again.”

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vampirexxiv · 2 years ago

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masterlist

dirt

sundress+no panties+daryl = uh oh...

title and soundtrack is dirt by depeche mode. you need to take depeche mode away from me tbh, I'm hung up on the exciter album writing smut when I should be making updates to my negan and ironstrange fics.

I also headcanon daryl having huge fat swinging balls for some reason and I'm so sorry you had to read that I turn into an animal when I write daryl

cw: 18+, word count 3k. a little rough (butt slaps, some bites, he calls you a "bitch in heat" and a "slut" a couple of times - lovingly of course), a little pervy (you're fucking outside and daryl eats his own come out of your pussy+breeding kink if you squint really hard).

He reaches in, fingers curling around the bunched up, patterned cotton of the dress and his mind blanks. The low growling, he realises, is coming from his own mouth.

"The fuck, girl?"

You look at Daryl over your shoulder, where the bare skin has erupted in goosebumps from his hot, humid breath. "What?"

You sound annoyed, but there's a distinctive teasing undertone to it. Your eyes are narrowed a little too much. The corners of your cherry-tinted lips are tilted upwards.

"You ripped all my damn underwear, Daryl! What did you expect?" You grouch, breaking the second of still silence. "Can't just take a stroll to Victoria's Secret anymore, can I?" Seeing his face darken even more, you hastily add, "I got a couple I wear on runs."

You sound so cute when you're annoyed, Daryl thinks, but it's overshadowed by his blood rushing in his ears, hot and fast. His cock is still pulsing in his jeans and it demands to be released.

"So you jus' walkin' 'round with allat juicy ass hangin' out fo' all da men to sniff?" Daryl feels an urge to clarify to you, what is exactly you're doing, that he's upset with. "Cuz that's exactly what all them dawgs are fuckin' doin'!" He's jealous, of course he is, but most importantly, he doesn't trust any of the men as far as he can see them.

Hell, he isn't completely sure even Rick would pass on the opportunity to get an eyeful of your soft thighs, your scrumptious ass, or your fat cunt, for that matter.

Lord knows they're the juiciest fucking things he has seen in his whole entire miserable life. Just thinking about it makes his rock hard cock twitch and release a sad dribble of pre-cum in his pants.

"Exactly, your girl!" You declare, eyeroll audible in your voice. "Nobody's seein' me without my panties 'cept you."

Daryl's only response is to hitch up the sundress higher, the movement so quick, the fabric gives a sad crack as the seams threaten to burst. Your ass is still bare, still round and smooth as ever, nobody should have this sort of curves while they're in the middle of a damn apocalypse, he thinks, and sinks to his knees and sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your right ass cheek.

You yelp at the sharp pain. You squirm, your attempt at getting away, of course, futile: your hips and waist are firmly in his grasp. Rough fingertips dig into you, just shy of painful.

"There," Daryl inches back a bit, admiring the indentations left behind by his teeth. For someone who forgets to take care of himself most days, his teeth are surprisingly straight and white and strong. And he lets you feel it. "Now if any asshole decides to go nosin' where he shouldn't, there'll be a warnin'." Daryl sounds proud of himself, which is all and all - fair.

Once the initial shock subsides, your feel your cunt lips stick together even more as your arousal oozes out of them- and down your thighs, now that there isn't any fabric to contain it all. In all honesty, you did enjoy the occasional breeze that would waft up your skirt, even if it didn't offer much respite from the sweltering summer heat.

And Daryl is definitely not helping matters, either. He's like a damn furnace, pressed up against the back of your legs, all solid bulk, breathing hot and moist into your skin, every exhale going around the curve of your ass and disappearing between your legs. He knows it the moment that you shift in place, subtly trying to widen your stance even though there is nothing more you want than to rub your thighs together to provide relief to your swollen lips and throbbing clit.

He raises a hand, wide and open-palmed, and smacks your ass. "You're such a fuckin' slut," he grouses. And your first instinct is to gasp at the offense; you hide your grin in a lip bite. Yes, yes you are. And you know it. And he knows it. Your ass cheek jiggles as he gives it another well-aimed slap. "Lookit you," Daryl presses the issue, "drippin' wet." To hammer his point home, he takes a thick, fat finger and runs it along the seam of your cunt.

It glides easily. You shudder, biting back a moan. Your legs shake just a little, but Daryl notices - he always does - and his finger dips inside your lips. The rough, calloused fingertip swipes through your labia, stopping just short of your clit. You whine and he withdraws.

His numerous knives and tools clatter as he abruptly gets up.

"You wanna be fucked, huh?" Voice quiet, Daryl's front presses to your back with a malicious intent. The prominent bulge of his erection is pushing into your back. "Is that why you goin' round naked? So anybody coulda bend you over, anytime, huh?" He reaches around you, hand blindly nosing for your face. When he finds it, he wastes no time in prying your mouth open, sticking the damp finger inside.

Your own cunt, salty and tangy, blossoms on your tongue. The gesture makes you moan around his finger and him- he sticks another one in, keeping you quiet.

"Shut the fuck up," Daryl orders. The rasp in his voice makes your knees buck and your cunt weep and he knows it. His free hand moves at your back, and with the accompanying noises, you come to realise that he's opening his pants and hurrying to free his dick.

When the damp, silky tip touches the bare skin of your ass, your body reacts before you do. Your mouth wraps tighter around his fingers. Spit dribbles from the corners of your mouth and onto his wrist. Your back arches into his body. He is just as scalding as the sun beaming down from the sky.

Daryl pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, holding them there until you gag. The motion makes your whole form spasm and shiver; his cock gives a responding jump of its own.

"Lookit you," he rasps directly into your ear, hot breath tickling the shell of it. "Like a fuckin' bitch in heat," he grabs the meat of your ass cheek, spreading you one-handed. His cockhead noses around the cleft, leaving a sticky trail behind itself. It dips near your cunt, adding your juices to the mix. "You want it so bad."

You do. You really, really do. But you know Daryl is mean. You love it when he's mean to you. When he is proud of the strength of his bulk, when his eyebrows draw tightly over his brilliant blue eyes and nothing, absolutely nothing can escape his predatory stare. You crane your neck, trying to look back at him, to plead with your eyes.

He gets it, because he always does. Daryl's fingers quickly leave your mouth, dragging a wet trail of spit down to your neck where his fingers wrap around it in a secure hold.

"You want it so bad, then fuckin' beg," he says the words and you immediately, greedily descend into the permitted depravity.

"Please, Daryl," your voice sounds hoarse, interrupted by hiccups as you struggle to swallow the saliva that had pooled in your mouth and around his fingers, "please, fuck me. I'll be good. Please."

You feel him fist his cock as it twitches; you can't help it, really, as you arch your back even more and push your ass against his rough hand. Immediately, he withdraws it, just to slap you again.

"You're a bitch in heat," he muses, but you can hear the beginnings of impatience in his voice. "Say it!"

He's never made you do that before. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, you gasp, part shock part offense, until you feel a drop of fluid roll out over the outer lip of your cunt and fall and disappear somewhere below you. Then it's just lust. The kind that tints the whole world red and narrows your field of vision.

"Fuckin' say it!" Daryl demands, patience thin.

You wouldn't put it past him to just shove himself in at this point. "I'm... I'm a bi- I'm a bitch in heat," you hiccup, feeling your face flood with heat. "I'm a bitch in heat, please fuck me!"

You feel his lips tilt up just the tiniest bit against your ear before he reaches back for his cock and aims it at your cunt in a single, precise thrust. You gasp and mewl as he suddenly stops halfway through. Your cunt ripples and flexes and squeezes. Daryl drops his forehead onto your shoulder, panting.

"So fuckin' tight," he murmurs, mostly to himself. You're not - he knows better, he makes sure you're not before he even thinks about sticking it in - but you are. All that blood that went straight to your cunt the moment his breath caught up in his throat at the sight of your bare pussy - It's making your cunt swell all around him.

A pathetic mewl leaves your lips, your satisfaction incomplete. You wiggle, you arch, but Daryl is as unyielding as ever.

"You take what I give you," he growls, teeth bared like an animal against your ear. Nonetheless, you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Stars burst in your eyes. You are so full, practically bursting at the seam of your cunt where his fat balls rest against the stretched hole.

Slowly, Daryl withdraws, both of you hissing at the drag of his fat cock in your engorged cunt. You may be a bitch in heat but he's every bit the stud that is just as fervent and feral to breed you. His teeth creak as he pulls back completely, leaving just his weeping tip inside of you.

And then he slams home. And again. And again. And again.

With every powerful thrust of his hips, you gasp. Quiet, pleading moans is the limit of your vocal capacity. Mouth dry, the air gets trapped in the back of your throat as your lungs demand their due.

Daryl is unrelenting. His blunt fingernails drag over the skin of your throat, leaving marks in their wake, as he makes way to your mouth.

"This is what you wanted, slut?" He pants into your hair. "Be quiet. Be really fucking quiet unless you want everybody to see what kinda..." He inhales sharply, feeling your walls flutter at the flith dripping from his tongue.

And it shouldn't make you feel the way you feel. Those fucking words just add more accelerant to the fire in the pit of your stomach, spreading it from there and up, over your face. It flames. Your hand helplessly clutches the nearest surface as you attempt to brace yourself against his thrusts and the notion that anyone could see you.

Bent over something or another, dress hiked up to your waist and Daryl's hips pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace. He didn't bother undressing save for letting his pants hang freely just below his cock and balls. Heavy, fat balls, littered with coarse dark hair, that slap against your cunt and your clit with a resounding smack every time he drives his cock inside of your cunt. The squelching noise it makes is obscene.

Another whine, and your pussy squeezes him once again, blind and hungry for release. You can feel it building steadily, deep within your abdomen.

"Fuck yeah," Daryl growls, "you fuckin' like this, don't 'cha?" He's gotten the hang of it: the dirty talk, he knows exactly how to get under your skin. He's a mean bastard with nothing close to dignity or self-respect. If anyone saw him, rutting into you, little more than two animals, he wouldn't, couldn't stop.

Daryl would stare them down up until his cock swelled and busted, depositing his seed inside your womb.

Your knees feel weak. It's getting harder and harder to keep up with him; seems like every pathetic whimper that leaves your lips only makes him meaner, stronger somehow. The grip of his hand on your hip is bruising. Daryl effectively wears you on his cock, submerging himself into the warm depths of your pulsing cunt over and over.

"Da-Daryl..." You gasp, you moan and you plead.

He doesn't stop. He merely handles you into a different angle, the one that hits that special spot inside of you with every powerful thrust. He is mean, but he is also fair.

"Gonna cream my cock?" He barely makes sense to himself, the words that his dry mouth garbles seem to have a mind of their own. "Gonna be good, girl? C'mon."

"Ah," you want to say yes, you want to affirm, but all that comes out of your mouth are garbled, unintelligible noises of pleasure. But Daryl sees it. It's in the way your arch becomes near-painful, body overtaking your mind. Even the slightest bit of pain blends into hot-blinding pleasure. You don't know where what ends and begins.

It begins somewhere behind your cunt. The contractions start slow and aching, and every punch of his cock to your guts intensifies the feeling tenfold, until every last inch of your cunt is squeezing around him in that same arduous, suckling rhythm. It's like your pussy is nursing at his cock, attempting to suck his life out of him and deposit it into you.

The pleasure is like a wall of fire and water. Your chest blooms with it, but your extremities swarm with pinpricks. Mouth parted in a silent scream, you sway forward, managing to catch yourself on your elbows at the last moment.

The man behind you doesn't care. He's way past caring, having had started chasing his release the moment your cunt enveloped his cock in a vice grip. The meat of it is sensitive and he spends the few inches to the finish line gracelessly mashing it inside of you, accompanied by the sound of wet flesh meeting even wetter, sloppier flesh.

"Take it, fuckin' take it," you hear him gasp through your stupor before that familiar, warm rush floods your cunt. His cock twitches, once, twice, three times, each forceful throb followed up by more and more seed being pumped into the depths of you.

Against your back, Daryl sags and pants out his excerption. Like a dog. His wet nose leaves sweat stains on your back where he nuzzles into you.

Your knees shake as you struggle to hold up his weight, and then your legs completely turn to mush when droplets of his cum escape your cunt as his spent cock slips out. You know you should be worried about stains in unsightly places but somehow, you can't bring yourself to care.

Daryl notices this, of course. His bulk slides off you; you hear him quickly shove himself back into his pants before his ass hits the ground with a loud thud. Next to you, of course, his stubbly, prickly cheek rubbing over the skin of your leg. He places a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, and then another.

You know the drill. It's hard for him to find words, sometimes, after a scene like that. It's the intensity of it, the forceful ejection of him out of his head where he spends most of the time, that renders him speechless. Daryl is forced to feel - good things. It's not something that he is used to.

Your skirt is still around your waist and the hot sun is shooting lasers directly at your ass and pussy. You've managed to get your bearings enough to feel at least a little self-conscious, a little exposed. Your combined fluid still drip from you and for a split second, you think about pulling up your panties to try and at least somewhat contain the mess.

Right, you sigh to yourself. It makes your exhausted body twitch and sag even more.

Daryl gently pushes away your hand that was attempting to pull the dress over your ass. You freeze; he smiles against your skin, a little closed-lipped grin that makes something warm and fuzzy make a nest inside your chest. That quickly turns into a startled gasp as his fingers glide through the mess of your cunt.

You're spent. Exhausted. So sensitive, his rough skin practically hurts on your hole and clit.

But Daryl gets it. You get him, and he - he gets you. His hot breath fans over your pubic hair and it's all the warning you get before he opens his mouth wide, flattens his tongue and licks. You've made a big mess and there is a lot to take care of, but if there's anything about Daryl that you know, is that he's thorough at what he does.

In no time, he's got his tongue shoved down your cunt as far as it would go, curling against your walls, lapping up his and your cum like your pussy is an all-you-can-eat-buffet and what's inside of it is sugar and spice and everything nice.

But it's not enough. It's not anywhere near your clit, or any other place that could make you produce more of the cream he's feasting on. Idly, you think about who's the real bitch in heat here, but push out your hips to meet his face nonetheless. You can be mean too. If you want to.

I don't know what to say for myself

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