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Comfort

Reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only

A/n: This is smut but it’s like the fluffiest sappiest smut, it’s meant to be really emotionally gratifying. Also I’ve really kinda half heartedly set it up for a part 2 where they reunite with the group and Rick…let me know if you think I should continue this!

Summary: after the prison fell, you and Daryl start to mourn what you’ve lost and find comfort in each other, both emotional and physical.

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The last couple of weeks had been such a blur. After the prison fell, you were thrown back into survival mode and all sense of security was gone. You never knew where your next meal would come from, or whether you were minutes away from death. You were grateful you’d gotten out in the company of Daryl and Beth; you’d always gotten along with both of them and Daryl was one of the most experienced survivalists. It was nice having Beth to talk to and relate to the experience as well, neither of you being natural outdoorsmen. Even if he was a grumpy ass most of the time, and she was still a bit of a bratty teenager at heart, you’d fast grown extremely reliant on both of them being around you.

You’d all found a small shack to hole up in for a couple of nights, you’d also found a stash of moonshine in the cupboard. Beth had been insistent on trying her first drink. It made you both amused and sad when you compared her experience to your teenage party years, so while Daryl disapproved you thought it was only fair to have your own little party. That’s how the three of you ended up on the living room floor, laughing your heads off.

“Really Y/N, you never been camping?!” Beth questioned incredulously.

“Yer even more a princess than I thought” scoffed Daryl.

“Yeah yeah,” you laughed, “well I suppose my whole life’s a big camping trip now.”

“Alright alright, my turn!” Daryl exclaimed. “I never… bin to a wedding”.

“You what?! Daryl that’s just sad” you said before taking a large swig of the homemade booze.

“Yeah, even I’ve been to a couple. Only other time I drank any liquor, daddy let me have a glass of champagne” said Beth.

“What part of my life was a fucking shit show before all this do you two not get” he grumbled.

You rubbed his arm, “alright we know, just teasing you” you smiled.

Beth’s giggles turned to hiccups, and she eventually lay her head down on the sofa and you realised she’d gone to sleep.

You nudged Daryl and nodded at Beth. He smiled at you, and pointed to the singular bedroom in the shack- suggesting you and he should move into the other room so as not to wake her.

The room was small; a double bed took up almost all the floor space, so you plopped yourself down on it. Daryl followed, carrying the bottle of moonshine with him. He took a sip before passing it to you, who did the same.

“She’ll be right” he gestured to the door, referring to Beth in the other room.

“I know” you replied, “we’ve all been there, she just needs to sleep it off.”

He nodded and you fell into an easy silence, both taking additional sips now and then. You grew pensive, and some of the thoughts you’d been mulling around for days started to come to the surface. The tipsy haze in your brain had your lips moving before you even knew you wanted to share what was on your mind.

“I don’t think I’ve said it,” you said, looking to Daryl, “but I’m so grateful for the two of you. The amount of times I’ve wondered what kind of state I’d be in if I was on my own…”

“Can’t be thinkin like that” he replied gently.

“I know. It’s just, it makes me mad to think about how quickly our circumstances changed. Things were so good Dar, they were finally all coming together. And then…..it’s just nothing in this world can ever really work can it?” You were rambling a little, but Daryl didn’t look like he was going to challenge you or tell you to be quiet. He just looked at you sadly.

“Do you think we’ll ever see any of them again?” You whispered to him. A tear escaped your eye and started to trickle down your cheek.

“I don’t know” he replied, and to your surprise he reached towards your face and softly wiped the tear of your cheek, “but I’m glad we’re here together too”.

He didn’t remove his hand from your face, in fact he gently cupped your chin. You leaned into it, while his head dipped closer to you and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes and allowed the sweet sensation to wash over you.

When he pulled back away he looked unsure of himself, and mumbled a “sorry” to you.

You shook your head, placed your hands on his chest and leaned back toward him, kissing him more deeply this time. His tongue crept into your mouth and started to dance with yours.

Your hands drew up behind his neck as the two of you continued, and he reached for your waist, pulling you into his lap. The kiss grew needier as you straddled him; it wasn’t a need driven by pure sex and physical desire. It was like all the emotions you’d been feeling since the prison poured into your movements, and Daryl lapped them up and returned them with his own. You could’ve been hugging, or crying in each others arms, but instead you were kissing and writhing against each others bodies and it had the same cathartic effect.

You clung onto him as he pulled his lips away from yours briefly, to gently and slowly peel your dirty shirt up from your body. You allowed him to manoeuvre your arms overhead so he could take it off and toss it aside. He then reached around and unclasped your bra, and took a moment to stare at and admire the sight before him.

“You’re beautiful” he almost whispered, starting to run his hands over your breasts and grope them lightly. “I’m gonna take care of you Y/N, I promise”.

You were almost overwhelmed at this moment of pure bliss. You’d never thought there’d be anything sexual between you and Daryl. He was one of your best friends, with a bond like family. Sure he was hot. You’d notice his biceps peaking out of that winged vest and your heart might’ve quickened slightly every time you saw the way he gripped his motorbike handles. But you’d always just been friends.

Let alone the fact that you actually had a thing with his best friend. You and Rick had never defined whatever it was between you, but there was denying when he snuck into your cell nearly every night who you belonged to.

But Rick was gone. You didn’t know where, or if he was even alive, or if you’d ever see him again. It played on your mind every single day. You missed him so much more than all the others, longed for him. You were sick of it eating at you, and you just wanted to feel good for the first time in weeks.

You clawed at Daryl’s shirt, and he took a break from massaging your breasts to help you remove the black tee from his body. You pressed into him as your lips found his again and you relished the feeling of his skin against yours. It felt warm and unbelievably comforting. He began to rub circles on the small of your back and you arched into his touch.

“Daryl” you breathed against his mouth.

“What do you need baby?” He asked, pulling back and grabbing your face in both of his hands, eyes searching yours.

“You…I just need you” you said pleadingly.

Daryl shifted beneath you and lifted you up to flip you onto your back on the bed.

He slowly pulled your pants down and hovered over your torso, looking at your cotton panties. He dipped down and placed a soft kiss on your abdomen, creeping along your hip line. You hummed and wriggled at the tickling sensation, enjoying it. You felt a warmth envelop you from his touches. Then his fingers hooked into the elastic around your waist and pulled the fabric down from your body.

He ran his hand back up your leg, his eyes following the movements before he flitted them up to your face. You made eye contact and he sought the non verbal confirmation that you were okay. You bit your lip in anticipation as you gazed up at him, allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable under his touch. Now fully naked on the bed.

You gasped as his fingers found their way into your fold, and began to gently stroke around. You flinched slightly as he ran over your clit for the first time, and he placed a kiss back on your lips, then trailing down your neck. He began drawing circles around your sensitive nub at a steady but not too fast pace and he lifted his head back up to study your face again.

“So beautiful” he commented. You arched your back off the bed and moan softly. He picked up the pace a little and your pleasure increased.

“Daryl” you gasped, “I need more. I want all of you”.

He nodded, stroked your hair with his free hand before withdrawing them both to unbutton and remove his pants. You lowered your eyes and watched as he freed his sizeable cock from his underpants. You sat up and leaned forward, glancing up at him with doe eyes before attaching your lips to his member.

He groaned as you took him in your warm, wet mouth. You suckled and licked around it, playing with him while lubing him up for you. His hands found their way into your hair, loosely gripping it while you bobbed your head back and forth. He threw his head back and savoured the sensation.

After a little while you pulled away and he gently pushed your shoulder so you lay back on the bed. He braced himself over you and lined himself up, gazing down into your eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re here” he whispered, hovering outside your entrance. You nudged your head up to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Me too” you said softly.

Then he slowly thrust into you. It ached just a little on the way in, but you quickly adjusted to him. For the first time in weeks you felt whole, and human, and like you were capable of something other than simply just surviving as he sank inside you.

You tensed around him and wrapped your legs around his body, which he took as a signal to start pumping his hips in and out of you. Warmth filled your body, radiating from your core to chest at the feeling of connection and intimacy. To your surprise, tears prickled your eyes as you felt emotionally stimulated as much as physically. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit onto Daryl’s shoulder, allowing his warm skin to absorb the moan that left you.

“Don’t need to keep too quiet pretty girl” he said encouragingly. You smirked and let go, noting the love bite you’d left behind before moaning out into the room this time as his hips continued to pound into you.

He pulled out briefly and you were left feeling empty and disappointed, just for him to gently grab your thigh and push your leg back towards your face, hooked behind his arm. He pushed back in and you relished the new, deeper angle.

“Fuuuck, yesss” you hissed and he smirked down at you.

“Feels good baby?” He cooed before grind his hips in a particularly deep thrust and you nodded, moaning in reply.

He picked up the pace now and you felt the heat grow in your belly, driven more by lust at this point. Your climax was building, and it was as if Daryl could tell. He drove into you faster than before, angling his hips upwards to hit just the right spot.

“Dar! I’m gonna” you began-

“I know baby, let go” he soothed.

With an almost scream you came, it rippled through you in waves and he rode it out with you. In this moment nothing else mattered, not the situation you were in, the home you’d lost, the people you’d been seperated from. It was just bliss for a perfect moment.

As your pleasure subsided Daryl snapped his hips into a few more hard times before grunting himself and moving to pull out of you.

“Don’t!” You cried without thinking, holding his hips to yours with your small hands. You felt his dick pulsate inside you as he painted your walls with his cum. It was the last, comforting gesture you wanted to take from him tonight. The feeling of him filling you up as much he possibly could.

His sweaty forehead met yours as he stopped moving, and you felt his penis jerk inside you one last time before all was still. You panted together for a few seconds, before he slowly rolled over to lay next to you.

You felt his ejaculate trickle out of you onto the bed, and groaned at the mess, grinning at him.

He looked around and grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the bed, using it to roughly wipe up you and the linen beneath you. You both chuckled, and he tossed it aside before throwing an arm around you and pulling you towards him to lay your head on his chest.

With your head on his bare skin and listening to the sound of his heart beat and the sensation of his breath rise and fall, you closed your eyes and fell asleep. He planted once last kiss to the top of your head before doing the same.

You woke with a start to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight beginning to creep in through the window, neck stiff from the angle you slept at. You felt chilly and looked down to see goosebumps over your bare body. Not just yours, you noted the extra limbs tangled with yours and remembered the situation you were in. You smiled to yourself, knowing that the amazing night was a once off for you both.

Daryl had just started to stir at your movements on the bed, before you heard movements in the other room. A female voice groaning, before stomping quick footsteps and the sound of coughing and liquid splashing the metal sink. Beth had arisen, and was experiencing her first hangover. You almost would have giggled, except you realised you had to get dressed quick and decide how to explain the two of spending the night in a small room with one double bed.

You looked back at Daryl, now fully awake and judging by the expression on his face thinking the same thing you were.

“Well, back to reality” you whispered with a shrug.

He pulled you in for one last embrace, planting a kiss firmly to your lips before whispering back “thanks for last night beautiful”.

#Daryl Dixon #Daryl Dixon smut #Daryl x reader #Daryl x reader smut #Daryl Dixon x reader #daryl twd #twd Daryl #the walking dead #Daryl Dixon fic #darly Dixon x you

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winterrsun · 2 months

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TAKING A BATH WITH RICK

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could you perhaps do a part 2 of your mid size blonde girl moodboard? it me feel so included in your space! if you don’t want i totally understand 🩷

AND I’MA LOVE YOU, GIRL, THE WAY YOU NEED

(hi gorgeous this message made me so happy, when i received it, it made my day! it means so much to me that you felt included in my space. i hope you like this moodboard, i saw your other req and am working on it now <3)

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OMG 🥵

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jdms gilf era has my cookies slipped 🗣️

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winterrsun · 3 months

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Rick x Negan x Reader threesome!

(Request: This is crazy.. but could you please do a reader rick and negan threesome?)

Note: Enjoy!!

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You leaned your head against the windows in one of Negan’s trucks. You were driving to Alexandria to pick up the supplies they owed you, but all you could think about was Rick. You had felt so sorry for him during the line-up, mostly because all you could think about was how big his cock must feel.

“You alright (y/n)?”

You looked to your side and saw Negan eyeing you suspiciously.

“I’m good, why?”

“You have that look on your face” he said with a big grin.

“What look?” you asked curiously. You laughed when he smiled at you and gave you a wink. “You got that aroused look on your face, I can see how dark your eyes have gone. You want some dick?” he asked, cockiness dripping off of his voice.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes, hoping that he would carry on assuming you were getting aroused over him.

You continued in the car for another half an hour before you finally pulled up to the Alexandrian gates. You stepped out the truck and swung your rifle across your shoulder. You watched as Negan called out to Rick, letting him know of your presence. You were standing behind Negan when Rick appeared at the gate. His eyes immediately fell on you and you noticed them change, they then flicked up to yours and you winked at him.

“Don’t make me ask” Negan said, he had some seriousness in his voice but there was always a hint of amusement.

Rick said nothing as he opened up the gates and you could see some of the group walking over.

“You all know what to do so get to it!” Negan shouted at you and the rest of the saviors. You all started to walk to different houses, storming in and taking what you wanted. You approached one house and you heard footsteps behind you.

“Wait! That’s my house” Rick said, out of breath. You continued to walk up the steps to his house and you opened up the door to find a young boy and a baby inside.

“Carl, take Judith and wait outside” Rick said, stepping out of the way so Carl and Judith could pass.

Once they had left Rick shut the door behind him and stared at you. “I won’t take a lot” you giggled innocently, walking over to the cupboards in the kitchen and looking at what was there. You made sure to wiggle your hips as you walked, pushing out your butt as you stretched over the counter to reach for stuff.

“Hey Rick, would you mind helping me out? I’m too short to reach that” you said, almost teasing him with your cute voice. He hesitated before coming over to you. You could see it in his eyes, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but since you were on the ‘bad side’ he would never make the first move. As he reached up to grab the can of beans you looked at his arms, veins just visible on his skin and his muscles reacting to his movement. He handed you the can and you made sure that your fingers brushed together. You looked up at him, seeing him already staring at you when suddenly his lips were on yours, and the can had fallen to the floor. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers dug into your waist, and you wrapped your hands in his curly hair. You broke away from the kiss so that you could start to take your jeans off, Rick doing the same and fumbling with his belt. Once you were both naked from the waist down your lips clashed together again, and Rick moaned into your mouth as his tip started to rub against your wet slits. Rick lifted you up and sat you on the counter, the material feeling cold against your bare ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and forcing him to push inside of you. He didn’t take his time as he pushed his full length into you, not stopping to let you adjust. He thrusted into you wildly, letting out grunts against your neck where he left rough kisses.

You heard the door open and your eyes grew wide as you stared at Negan in shock. Rick immediately looked behind when he saw you weren’t concentrating on him and he quickly pulled out of you and moved away.

“Negan-” You started but he raised his hand to silence you. He started to grin, and you didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“Would you look at that! Ricks getting in on all the action without me!” Negan laughed and approached you, starting to unbuckle his belt. Rick said nothing as he looked to the ground, trying hide his erection from Negan.

“This aint the time to be scared Rick! Carry on with what you’re doing, just one thing, I get the back door” He winked at Rick and then at you.

You giggled at Negans words but Rick was a little hesitant at first. You jumped down from the counter and led rick to the sofa, Negan following behind now in only his shirt and jacket. You pushed Rick down on the sofa and straddled him before lowering yourself onto his cock. He tried to hold back a moan but the pleasure was all too much. He leaned his head back as you continued to bounce on him.

“You’re such a dirt girl, aren’t you?” Negan asked, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. “I knew you wanted some dick, I could see it in your eyes” he laughed into your neck, sending goose bumps down your skin. Between Negans dirty words and Ricks moans, you were getting closer to your release.

You felt Negan begin to push his tip into your ass, stretching you out. You were used to his size though, you did this every two weeks or so back at the sanctuary. As he stretched you out he let out a deep moan, moving his body forward and wrapping his arms around your waist. You started to moan when the two men were thrusting in you at the same rhythm. Rick started to rub his fingers against your clit, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins. You leaned your arms on Ricks shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck as he continued to leave kisses on you. You noticed Rick was kind of a more romantic guy in bed, whereas Negan was a straight up animal, pulling your hair, whispering dirty things in your ear and just fucking your brains out.

“I’m close” you moaned. At this Rick’s finger movement sped up and Negan continued to pound into you fast, bringing along your orgasm a lot faster than usual. It took over your whole body, there was no warning sign as your eyes hazed over, all noise was blocked out and you could only concentrate on the pleasure both men were pushing into you.

Once you had finished your high both Negan and Rick came, Rick quickly pulled out of you and you jerked him off until his warm liquid spilled onto your hand. Negan finished off inside of you, staying still for a couple of seconds as he rode out his high. You got off of Rick’s lap and collapsed on the sofa next to him, watching Negan put on his boxers and jeans. He walked over to the counter and threw your clothes at you, telling you to hurry up because they were ready to leave.

You quickly changed and left Rick with a kiss on his cheek. “Until next time!” you said, walking out of the house and following Negan to his car. —————————————————————————————————-

#anyone who saw my post complaining about not enough negan and Rick threesome content out there #I fucking found one #ooooooft

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An aversion to zombie brains

Mini drabble I cooked up

Blurb- Not long after the group arrived at Alexandria you feel a little off. Daryl thinks settling there has made you weak, but what if it’s something more than that?

Reader x Rick | some fluff, references to smut but no smut in story

Warnings: pregnancy references. Some gore. Language (f-word).

This just popped into my head and I had to write it out immediately instead of doing work like I’m supposed to be woops

“You sure you’re good to out today, you’ve been a little under the weather lately” Rick softly enquired as you finished lacing up your boots.

“How did you pick up on that, I haven’t said anything? And I’m fine, I’m itching to get out of here for a bit” you replied with a smile.

“I notice things” he smirked, “you haven’t been eating much. And you’ve been sleeping in later in the mornings. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I am, I promise” you said, planting a kiss to his lips before leaving.

You headed through the gates of Alexandria with Daryl, Rosita, Carol and Glenn by your side. Glenn looked at the list in his hand of supplies you were all scouting today.

“Let’s head out east” he suggested, “and stick together for now until we find something concrete to search”.

It wasn’t a particularly fruitful run, unfortunately. You did run in to a small heard of walkers, 20 or so. Nothing your capable group couldn’t handle. However, as you plunged your large knife into a walker skull and the smell of its leaking blood and brains down your arm hit you, you experienced a visceral reaction as if it were your first time killing one of these things.

Your brain clouded with dizziness and you instantly gagged. Trying to shake it off you turned to the next walker fast approaching you, snapping its teeth, but couldn’t repress the heaving sensation making its way up the back of your throat. You pivoted away from the walker and threw your breakfast up all over the ground, while Daryl’s bolt pierced the skull of your would-be attacker, sending the walker to the ground in an instant.

The group picked off the last couple roamers with ease while you continued to retch, before shakily straightening up and wiping your mouth with your sleeve. You were mortified, you couldn’t understand why that had happened. You must have killed at least a hundred of those animated corpses by now, many in much more gruesome ways than a knife cleanly to the skull. You’d never had a reaction like this before. Maybe you had food poisoning.

“The hell was that?” Daryl asked. His tone wasn’t angry, but you still felt ashamed.

“I- I don’t know. I think it must’ve been something I ate?” You stammered.

“We’ve all been eating the same food though” Rosita replied. “Plus it’s way better than anything we’ve eaten in months.”

You shrugged helplessly. “I really don’t know guys. I’m sorry” you said.

Daryl scoffed a bit, “I think I know what it is. I think these sheltered Alexandrians are rubbing off on ya. Don’t go getting weak on us now.”

Your eyes widened, “oh come on! That is not it” you began in argument, but Daryl’s wide grin stopped you and he started to chuckle. He was just teasing you; one of his favourite pastimes.

“Youre an ass, Dixon” you grumbled.

The group made their way back to Alexandria without further incident. As you closed in on the last mile of the journey, making your way down the now-familiar path, Carol pulled you back for a chat.

“How long have you been under the weather?” She asked you gently.

“A couple weeks, on and off” you admitted. “I don’t really know what it is, maybe stress adapting to this place? Maybe my body’s having a fit now that the constant survival mode feeling has reduced a little.”

“Mmm, maybe” Carol replied after a pause. “I’ve noticed you not eating much, and being picky on what you will eat. I haven’t known you to be picky with food before” she continued.

“Yeah….well I don’t know….like I said I think it’s probably stress?” You asked it as a question, wanting her to up and reveal what she was getting at.

The two of you walked in silence for a couple of minutes before she continued. “How long since your last period honey?”

You looked at her, then straight ahead, as you tried to remember. You couldn’t really. You knew you hadn’t had one yet since arriving at Alexandria, and your group had been there over six weeks now.

You remember feeling thankful to not have one on the road for a while, because when you did get it on the road it was fucking awful.

“Couple months, at least” you answered finally. “That could be stress too” you pointed out halfheartedly.

“It could” Carol agreed, “but I’m not sure it is” she added.

She walked ahead back into the group, leaving you at the back with your mind racing a hundred miles a minute. You and Rick were careful, you tried to be at least. When you didn’t have condoms he’d always pull out. And while high school health class taught you that wasn’t a fool proof method, you also tried your best to keep track of your cycle and when you’d be at highest risk of pregnancy.

That was at the prison, when life had some level of structure and stability. You couldn’t keep track of anything on the road. You thought back to the few moments you and Rick had shared while your group travelled and survived. That time against a tree when you were meant to be looking for firewood. Another time under an old railway bridge. You hadn’t been very careful the last few months you realised.

As you re-entered Alexandria, you saw Rick approaching the group to welcome you all back, clapping Daryl on the back and smiling at Carol. He walked up to you and pulled you into his arm, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

You looked up at him, and suddenly felt very nervous.

“You okay?” He asked, brow furrowed as he looked into your anxious eyes.

“I think we need to talk babe” you replied.

#rick grimes #daryl dixon #rick grimes x reader #Rick grimes x you #Rick grimes fluff #Rick grimes fic #twd #TWD fic #Rick grimes baby daddy #Rick grimes knocked you up

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I had a dream we were at like a town meeting or gathering in an auditorium kind of set up and Rick Grimes was sat on my right and my actual fiance was sat on my left and I was so shamelessly flirting with Rick right in front of my fiance hehehe oops we were like giggling and bantering about football teams and hitting eachother on the arm and leaning in

#Rick grimes #Rick grimes dream

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Initiation

Summary: Negan has to initiate you into the Inner Circle.

(The reader is 18+ and is AFAB. The ethnicity/race is preferably black/person of color.)

(Content Warning: I guess it would be dub-con, missionary, P in V, dirty talk, crying, multiple orgasms, squirting)

You bit your lip trying to contain the scream you wanted to let out as you felt Negan push his way deeper into you, your walls already feeling like they were straining around him and this only just began. You could feel a tear begin to run down your face at the feel of him, a bit of pain and pleasure mixed in together. This needs to be done, you told yourself. The Inner Circle will protect me and I can protect the sanctuary.

"My dick's barely in and you're already bout to cry," he said, voice and face full of smugness at having you like this. He would love to laugh out loud at your face, how your eyes were wide with pleasure and beginning to tear up at the stretch he's making, but he decided to keep it in, just to be nice.

Finally making this pussy mine, he thought, taking a deep breath, before grabbing a tight hold of your thighs, and forcefully pushing the rest of his member into your hole. There was slight resistance, but he pushed his way through, briefly closing his eyes at how tight your walls were hugging him, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of lust as they looked down at you.

"Oh fuck!" you yelled out, your arms shooting out to push him slightly away, but before your fingertips could touch him, he let go of one of your legs and hit your hand away with a slight snarl on his face. It was no longer feeling like a stretch and felt more like he was slowly tearing you open, but for some reason, you could feel yourself grow wetter and wetter around him by the second.

"I warned you my dick was big. Don't act surprised now." He slowly pulled out till only the head was left inside and when he saw your wetness covering most of him, he pushed back inside with less resistance.

"Negan!" you moaned out, feeling his dick hit a part of you that until now you had no clue existed or could be touched. "Fuck, Negan, wait a second, please-"

You wanted to take a second to breathe and gather your thoughts, cause you could already see that Negan had barely done anything and you were close to losing your mind, but Negan ignored your request and began fucking you like the animal he warned you he was.

This is just special Savior initiation. That's what he told you. To be in the Inner Circle means to do what he says.

"Shit," he grunted, his green eyes glued to the sight of his dick fucking you over and over, your juices covering more and more of his length, no more resistance to him. He could see and feel your legs begin to shake the more he fucked you and the more sadistic, crazy side of him that he showed to the people of the sanctuary began to rear its head, and he wondered if he could have you running from him.

"N-Negan," you whimpered, your eyes were beginning to roll and stay stuck to the back of your head at how his dick kept stretching and hitting that special spot inside you. "Plea-Please, Negan." You didn't even know what you were pleading with him for, but you knew that you wanted him to do something, the thoughts in your head already became jumbled at how good his dick felt.

"Please what, sweetie" he asked, smiling at the fucked-out bliss upon your face. "You want to cum, baby. You can cum as much as you want. I'm still gonna fuck the shit outta you."

At the profanity coming out of his mouth, you couldn't control the sudden burning wave of pleasure that overcame your body and you yelled out as you came hard around him, covering his length in your cum.

"Good, baby, good. Cum as hard as you fucking want." You could barely hear his words over the slight ringing in your ear, your mind in a haze of absolute pleasure.

"Oh my God," you cried, tears running down your cheeks as you felt his dick hitting your spot harder than before, feeling the coldness of the meeting room table rubbing harshly against your back as he fucked you. You had never felt your body get this overstimulated before and you weren't sure if you could handle so much of it. "Please, Negan...Too much, too much." You tried to lift your body up and push his body away again, but he wouldn't stop fucking you and tightened his hold on you.

"You wanna be in the Inner Circle, you gotta learn how to take my dick." He sped up his thrusts, his dick abusing your pussy with passion.

You didn't think he could go any deeper than before, but suddenly he hit a part of you that hurt and at the same time felt so good that your body jumped up and began backing away from him.

"Nope. Get back here, honey." He tightened his hold on you and pulled you back, before you could get too far away. "You're gonna cum again. Right fucking now." You were about to push him away again, but he already began fucking you again, moving your body up and down on his dick.

"Negan!" you screamed as the burning wave came back again, but this time it was so intense that you had more tears running down your face, and your body began shaking from the intensity of it. Your legs were trying to shake out of his grip, but Negan had a tight hold on you still.

"When I tell you to take it, you fucking take it," you heard him tell you before suddenly feeling his hand leave your one of your legs and move down to rub your clit in small circles.

"Fuck! Fuck!" you yelled, kicking away from him, successfully escaping his dick, and hoping you wouldn't come again, but you were too late, and as soon as his head left your poor pussy, you squirted liquid onto the metal table, making a small puddle between you both. It felt too good and too strong that for a second, your vision was beginning to become spotty and blurry, and you had to take deep breaths to slow your heart rate down and the trembling in your body.

"Well shit," he said, looking down at the puddle, his voice full of smugness. "I'm gonna need Dwight-y boy to clean this up."

You didn't answer him, your mind and body was too worn out and tired, and you were still shaking from the intensity of your orgasms.

"Hey baby, come here," he told you and you looked to him to find his hand wrapped around his dick, which was still incredibly hard and looked ready to bust any minute.

You hesitated for a second and looked at him with wide eyes, hoping he'd take pity on you, but that hope quickly disappeared at seeing the sternness of his face.

"On your knees."

At his demand, you slowly crawled off the table, your limbs feeling extremely heavy and sore. You already knew what he wanted from you, so you silently followed his demand and got down on your knees. He didn't have to tell you the next demands as you already leaned your head back, your tired and teary eyes looking up at him, and opened your mouth with your tongue sticking out.

Observing the obedience you showed to him made him even harder and he quickly began stroking himself, his eyes focusing on the sight of your tongue waiting patiently for his cum.

"Being in the Inner Circle means you will take my dick whenever I want you too," he told you, fucking his hand harder to thought of having you on his knees every night. "Every hole in that body belongs to me now." Sweat began to run down his forehead as he felt himself on the precipice. "When I tell you to cum, you fucking cum. When I tell you to swallow, you fucking swallow."

Grabbing your face with one hand, he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue and jerked himself harder.

"Now fucking swallow," he told you and with that, ropes of cum came spurting out of his dick and onto your tongue, some going down your throat which you instantly swallowed, and some landing on your upper lip.

"Welcome to the Inner Circle, sweetheart," he told you, smiling down tiredly at you.

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