Daryl hittin it from the back not because he doesn't want to be romantic but because he doesn't want you to know just how down fucking horrendous he is. That man is out here bright red and sweating with his eyes half open and tongue hanging out
hiii, would it be okay if you made a daryl x reader fic where daryl finds out you used to have a crush on him? like someone accidentally reveals it to him and he comes to find you as soon as he finds out just to confirm it?! i just think the concept is so adorable đĽš
Daryl Dixon x Reader Dibs
hehehe this is so cute! It's been sitting in my drafts for a few days, just needed to make the banner!! Thank you bb! enjoy your fluffy daryl drabble
The woman had been lingering too close for most of the run, and Daryl had noticed. It started when they stepped through the shattered doors of the abandoned corner store, picking their way through stripped shelves and broken glass. She wasnât searching for supplies like the rest of them, wasnât even watching for troubleâjust watching him.
"Youâre pretty quiet," she finally said, stepping a little closer.
Daryl shifted, adjusting the strap of his crossbow, eyes scanning the dimly lit aisles. "Guess so."
She let out a soft laugh, twirling a loose thread from her jacket between her fingers. "I think thatâs kinda hot. The whole broody, mysterious thing."
From a few feet away, Glenn made a noiseâhalf-choked cough, half-laughâand Daryl instantly shot him a glare. He wasnât in the mood for this. He barely acknowledged the woman as he stepped past her, brushing her off without a word. "Sorry I uh...I gotta check back here. Ainât got time."
He heard Glenn snicker as he caught up with him by the registers, rummaging through drawers for anything useful. "That was painful to watch," Glenn said, smirking as he tossed aside a handful of expired coupons.
"Shut up," Daryl muttered, yanking open another drawer a little harder than necessary.
"You better get used to it," Glenn teased. "Now that weâve got all these new people from Woodbury, youâre the guy everyoneâs whispering about."
Daryl frowned. "The hellâs that mean?"
Glenn shrugged, looking far too amused. "Just saying, a lot of them think youâre some kind of survivalist badass. The strong, silent type." He smirked. "Which I guess is hot, apparently."
Daryl rolled his eyes, grabbing a pack of matches and shoving them into his bag. "Thatâs stupid."
"Well, Maggie thinks itâs hilarious."
Daryl gave him a wary look. "Howâs that?"
Still grinning, Glenn leaned against the counter. "Because Y/N had dibs first."
Daryl froze, his grip tightening on his crossbow. "The hell does that mean?"
Glenn snorted. "Sheâs had a crush on you for the longest time."
Daryl felt something tighten in his chest, but his face stayed impassive. "Bullshit."
"Nah, man. She did," Glenn continued, totally casual, as if he wasnât throwing Darylâs entire world off balance. "Way before all these new people started fawning over you. Maggie says Y/N was into you for ages, she just never said anything. Thought youâd never be interested."
The words settled in his stomach, heavy and unexpected. He clenched his jaw, shifting uncomfortably. "Used to," he said after a pause.
Glenn glanced up, brow raised. "What?"
"You said âhadââpast tense," Daryl muttered, voice gruff. "Means she donât feel that way no more."
Glenn just looked at him, a knowing glint in his eye. "I mean⌠you could always ask."
Daryl didnât answer. Instead, he adjusted his crossbow and walked out, ignoring the way his heart was pounding.
You were curled up in your bunk when you heard boots stop just outside your cell door. Looking up, you found Daryl standing there, shifting from foot to foot like he wasnât sure what to do with himself.
"Hey," you said, surprised. "Everything okay?"
He didnât answer right away. Instead, he held something out to you. A small bundle of wildflowers.
You blinked. "Uh⌠whatâs this?"
He shoved them closer, looking anywhere but at you. "Theyâre flowers. Whatâs it look like?"
You stared at them, then at him. "Yeah, butâwhy?"
Daryl shifted, ears burning red. "Glenn said somethinâ."
Your stomach dropped. "Oh god."
"'Bout you," Daryl muttered, clearing his throat. "Said youâyou used toâ" He hesitated, almost like he wanted to take it back, then forced the words out. "Had a thing for me."
Your breath caught.
Your mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. You wanted to kill Glenn.
Daryl watched you struggle, something tense in his expression. "That true?"
You swallowed, debating whether you could somehow dodge the question. But this was Daryl. You couldnât lie to him.
"âŚMaybe," you admitted, feeling your face heat.
His blue eyes flickered down to the flowers in your lap, then back to you. His voice was quieter when he asked, "Still?"
Your chest tightened.
Your fingers curled around the stems of the flowers, slightly crushed from how tightly he mustâve been holding them. That alone made your heart clench. Heâd picked them for you.
Slowly, you nodded.
Daryl exhaled, shoulders dropping just slightly, like that was the answer heâd been hoping for but wasnât sure heâd get. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to do somethingâmaybe reach outâbut wasnât sure how.
Instead, he just stepped closer. "Okay," he muttered.
You bit your lip, hiding a smile. "Okay?"
"Y-yeah, good. I'm...That's good."
The two of you just sat there for a beat, the air thick with something neither of you had the words for. Then, before he could overthink it, Daryl leaned in, pressing a rough, hesitant kiss to your cheek. It was brief, just long enough to send your heart racing, but it lingered in a way that felt intentional.
When he pulled back, both of your faces burning, and your fingers tightened around the flowers.
He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "Gânight."
And then he was gone, disappearing down the hall before you could even respond.
You touched your cheek, grinning like an idiot as you pressed your nose to the flowers.
Daryl doing his best to take you on a romantic lilâ date but it's just him taking you out into the woods and teaching you how to shoot his crossbow with varying levels of frustration because you're Not Good. Also you have no idea it's supposed to he a date because he's Not Good at communicating. As far as you know, it's just another Tuesday with Daryl
I feel like when Daryl gets jealous it would be in a pathetic way. In public, heâd loom behind you like the grim reaper himself until whoever was hitting on you left. At home, heâs on his knees, arms around your hips, rubbing his cheek against your stomach saying something like, âYa arenât gonna leave me, are ya? Youâre still my girl?â
This is so completely self-indulgent, and I can't help myself. Forgive me. Ya girl just wants her pussy ate, okay? Enjoy!
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+), sub daryl, oral sex (f. receiving)
Daryl Dixon loves eating you out
Daryl Dixon who would eat you out like a starving dog being offered a steak
Daryl Dixon who has very little practical experience but makes up for it with enthusiasm
Daryl Dixon who moans and whines and ruts into the barely there friction of his jeans because having a mouth full of your pussy makes him fucking feral
Daryl Dixon who begs to be allowed to eat you out
Daryl Dixon who hits his knees without being asked if youâre stressed, wound up, or generally horny
Daryl Dixon who also gets on his knees when he gets back from a long run or a generally stressful day because pleasuring you makes his head too fuzzy to form thoughts
Daryl Dixon who leans his cheek against your thigh and watches you with unfocused, hazy eyes as he licks your clit
Daryl Dixon who wraps his arms around your thighs less to keep you still and more just to have more points of contact
Daryl Dixon who genuinely forgets he's anything other than your sex toy when you sit on his face
Daryl Dixon who doesn't believe in that hovering bullshit. When he says sit, he means with your full weight. Sit. Break his nose. Crush him into the bed. Suffocate him
Daryl Dixon who whines when you pick your hips up while riding his face so he can breathe. He doesn't want to breathe
Daryl Dixon who moans a little louder and obediently sticks his tongue out when you dig your fingers into his hair and hold him still while you grind against his mouth
Daryl Dixon who would lick you through every orgasm unflinchingly. No matter how much you grind against his tongue, how hard you press his face against you, or how tightly you squeeze his head between your thighs
Daryl Dixon who cums in his pants the first time he eats you out, and keeps right on going because heâs lost in your pleasure
summary: rick grimes is a popular figure in your society, a man twice your age. whats the worst that could happen if you began taking a liking to one another?
warnings: agegap!reader : rick grimes x reader : rick grimes fluff (mild smut ig) : tons of tension / flirting :
You remember the day you arrived in Alexandria like it was yesterday. The rain. The smell of the wet fields as they swayed in the wind. the crickets chirping rhythmically. Everything felt right, like you could finally let your guard down for the first time in ages.
Before Alexandria, you had been on your own for a while, scavenging when you could, finding abandoned homes and buildings to offer you solace during the many unforgiving nights out thereâ you had fallen into quite the routine. Wake up, search for food, find none, almost die, sleep for an hour, rinse repeat. It was excruciating. Your prior group provided so much protection, so much reliability, something you see so scarcely in today's world. Back then, someone was always willing to give, especially because of how young you were when this whole thing started. You were petrified of being all alone. The night you became separated from your group was one of the most harrowing nights you had ever experienced; you killed your first walker that night, your first person, and slept not a single wink of sleep as you hid in horror inside the trunk of a car while the people who were once apart of your group wandered around in search of the next piece of flesh to eat.
From that day, to the day the group found you, your life was entirely about survival.
Until Rick.
As soon as you had begun to acclimate to your new group, Rick was always there. He reminded you of the people you used to know, almost stupidly giving. He took you under his wing at the soonest convenience, starting with teaching you how to shoot.
The day you both went out there to practice was the day you realized there might be something other than plain worry for you that motivates Rick.
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Walking down to the empty field, you trail behind him, nervous because you had never shot a gun before. Once in the middle of the field, he beckons you over to stand in front of him.
"You just put your feet like this" he motions, pushing your feet apart with his boot. Obeying his instructions, you stand accordingly as Rick moves closer to you. "Then you put both hands on it" he breathes.
You realize this is the closest you have ever been to Rick; all of the other occasions you saw one another was in a public capacity, always someone a shouting distance away. But at that moment, it was just you and Rick for miles. The hairs on your arms stand up, running a shiver down your spine."Once you got that down, you aim fâyour target" he explains, wrapping his arms around you to guide your hands.
Trying your best not to mess up, you close one eye and aim. "âThen you just slowly squeeze the trigger," he adds.
Unfortunately, beginner's luck did not apply here, as you fully missed the first target. "You'll get em' next time" he laughs gruffly, letting his body linger on you. As you lower your arms and begin to let out a stutter in response, he interjects with "Let's try again".
As the afternoon flew by into sunset, you were finally able to confidently hit your fair share of targets. It took much longer than expected though, due to the way Rick was acting the entire time, it was a surprise that you had hit any at all. You would notice him intentionally pressing into you, or breathing into your neck as he directed your next move. It was all so sudden, like he had been waiting to get you alone for some time.
Back at the community, everyone hangs around Rick's house almost every day, something about his natural demeanor draws everyone to him, almost as if they owe him something for all he has given. He stands near the kitchen with Daryl, you find yourself on the opposite side of the room, on the couch with Maggie and Glenn, talking about your lives before everything went to shit.
Maggie talks about the farm she lived on and her late father who owned it, including cute tid-bits about how she and Glenn met. "What were you doing before this? Weren't you in school?" Glenn inquires. You were hoping that the group hadn't noticed your age, but apparently that was all in vain. You quickly glance behind you at Rick before answering, noticing him looking back at you, as if he was eager to hear the answer to Glenn's question as well.
"Yeah I was actually just about to graduate before all this..." You relay solemnly, turning to look back at the two of them. "Ehh school was a bunch of bullshit anyways, it definitely didn't prep us for this" Maggie explains, waving her hands around expressively.
"Yeah, I just feel like there's a lot I always wanted to do but never had a chance. It's like those chances are gone now." You explain, feeling Rick's stare from where you sit. "Yeah, but y'know what, I never knew I would find love or anythin' like that, but who woulda thought I'd find it durin' the apocalypse" Maggie laughs.
Talking to Maggie was nice, you had been caught in the haze of Rick for the entire day, not fully comprehending why a man of his age would pursue you, if that's what it even was.
Excusing yourself for a moment, you head over to the restroom, trying to be inconspicuous despite the room full of people. As you walk down the dimly lit hallway, you stop to look at the empty picture frames on the wall, thinking about the hopeful possibility of being able to finally settle down in one place for a while. As you ponder this, you begin to hear the sound of footsteps approaching behind you. Turning around, you are suddenly eye to eye with Rick. "Oh sorry Iâ I was just looking" you exclaim, surprised as you feel the need to explain yourself. "Don't worry about it, ain't nothin' to see in em' anyway" he replies gently, glancing at the frames then looking to you again.
â...Well I was just going to use your bathroom if that's okayâ you add after a wave of silence passes.
He smiles then motions his hand toward the door you are standing right in front of.
âOh right I knew thatâ you giggle nervously before going in.
Locking the door behind you, you walk to the sink before grasping both sides of it, looking up at your appearance in the mirrorâ your face was entirely red after your conversation with Rick. You also noticed that you were totally soaked through the pair of panties you were wearing. Embarrassed and slightly confused by his motives still, you flush the toilet and run the sink before leaving, in an attempt to make it seem like you werenât just freaking out.
Upon arriving back to the living room, everyone seemed to have left while you were gone, leaving Rick alone on the couch, drinking a beer. You approach the couch, beginning to explain that you were going to head out.
âCome here a second,â he replies, looking back at you and smiling. You comply, walking over to where he's sitting, taking a seat beside him.
âSo how are you liking Alexandria?â he says sarcastically, half drunk, denoting his own feelings about it. âIt's good, I'm honestly just glad that we can stay in one place for a bitâ you reply honestly. He nods, then takes a moment to look at you. You look so small beside him, so eager to listen to him, causing an erection in his jeans, making him instantly distracted, and losing his train of thought in the process. You start to feel your heart race in anticipation as his gaze seems to shoot right through you.
Looking back at him, you can see his body slightly twisted toward you, one hand over his lap and the other on the back of the couch behind the two of you, while his face looks like he is about to speak.
âDo you need me to walk you back?â he asks earnestly. âSure!â you chirp, noticeably eager.
The walk back to the house is excruciatingly long, each step driving the tension between the two of you deeper and deeper. He walks beside you, purposefully walking slower as to match your pace. Your footsteps paired with his echo in tandem through the empty streets. No one dares to speak.
Once you make it back to your place, you begin to walk up the steps toward your front door, Rick following you closely. âThank you for doing this, it was really niceâ you say, coyly turning to face him. âI can't have you wandering around here alone at night can I?â he replies jokingly. The two of you laugh for a moment, when Rick takes a deep breath in. âOkay well iâll leave you to itâ he exhales diffidently. Planting a restrained kiss on your forehead before leaving, raising all of the hairs on your arms and neck in the process. You then shyly say your goodbyes and enter the house, breathless.
That night you lay in bed wondering about yours and Rick's dynamic, what it has turned into, and what that means for you.
Should you be ashamed? Maybe. But does it feel more right than anything else in the world right now? Absolutely.
Night quickly rolls into morning, earning you not nearly as much sleep as you had hoped for, but the prospect of seeing Rick again weighs heavy on your mind. Rising out of bed, you get ready for the day, showering, clothing yourself, the works. You even put a little more effort into your appearance, applying a bit of makeup onto your face before leaving the house.
Carol had offered you a shift in the pantry; taking inventory and organizing the shelves seemed like a nice break from being outside and farming all the time, although you weren't mad about the tan. Even though you're grateful for this position, you're also hopeful that learning how to shoot might earn you more important roles around Alexandria, maybe even getting partnered with Rick⌠the thought burdening your mind, rendering you almost incapable of doing your job, your thoughts filled with incessant impurities and secret pining, it felt like you were a schoolgirl with a crush again. So hoping that he feels the way he lets on.
The day dragged on while you tentatively walked around the pantry, adding the needed supplies onto your list and portioning out rations, trying to take your mind off of everything. As you do this, you see Rick and Aaron standing across the street, talking. You wonder momentarily whether Rick knew that you were working in the pantry today, hoping he would come in.
The pair saunter across to the window stationed at the front of the building youâre in, still deep in conversation. Occasionally, Rick would glance at his watch then back to Aaron, then looking at the window, repeatedly, as if he was waiting for something. From where you stand, you can see him perfectly; his usual stanceâ leaning his weight onto one foot, with his relaxed shoulders that rise and fall with each of his breaths, and his curly hair he periodically runs his hand through. You watch him intently, daydreaming about your shooting lesson and the walk home last night. You might as well have been twirling a piece of your hair like a ditzy little girlâ it was that bad.
Before you know it, you watch as Aaron says goodbye to Rick and walks back toward his house, leaving Rick alone in front of the pantry. He waits momentarily, looking around to ensure no one sees him before entering. As he walks in, your daydream shatters, leaving just the bare reality of him and you.
âOh heyâ he says, trying to fake surprised. âI didn't know yâwere workinâ in here today. Last i saw, you were farmingâ he lies. This piques your interest, knowing he is lying because he was so obviously anxiously waiting around to come in, and feeling flattered that he noticed your job change. Instead of calling his bluff, you giggle: âOlivia let me take up a job in here, at least until I'm useful enough to go out thereâ. âOf course you're useful, you got the best teacher aroundâ he jokes, looking down at the ground for a moment, contemplating his next words.
âWhen does your shift end?â he adds quietly, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear, despite the two of you being entirely alone. âIn the next hour or so. Enid is going to come take my placeâ you respond. âWell I was thinkinâ you could come on a run with me⌠It's not very far and it could give you some more practiceâ becoming useful and all. But only if ya want to.â he says, smiling sheepishly, looking at the ground again. âI'd love to!â you reply enthusiastically. âI can be by the gate around 3 if that's goodâ you add. âPerfectâ he says, awkwardly turning around to leave from the door he entered through, slowly opening it first and looking around, before finally exiting.
The hour leading up to your run with Rick goes by painfully slowly. You spend your time watching the bees buzz around outside of the window, checking your list again, watching the clock tick by, and of courseâ fantasizing about Rick. Your fascination with him had only grown from when he taught you how to shoot. Before then, he was just this omnipresent figure in the community, someone who cared about you, but just as he cared about everyone. You would have never guessed that he would become this obvious about his feelings, with you not even knowing what caused them in the first place. Now all you can think about is his breath on your neck, or him looming over you in that dark hallwayâ which you don't even know why he had followed you there anyhow; it's almost as if he keeps losing his nerve each time he speaks to you. You can't help but think about the impossible nature of you making him nervous; a man double your age seemingly working very hard to try to flirt with you or something⌠The whole thing is like a dream.
Once your shift is up, you hurry over to the front gate; the first thing you see when you arrive is Rick, smiling as he watches you walk toward him. âI brought this for you,â he says, holding out a pistol. You hesitate for a moment, worried about your inexperience shooting, but you grab it anyway. âThanksâ you smile nervously.
The two of you walk over to the car, a small beat up sedan that seemed to be the go-to car in Alexandria for short runs such as this. As you approach the car, butterflies erupt in your stomach when Rick reaches to open the door for youâ the first time a man has done that, let alone a man that was actually interested in you. âLadies firstâ he declares self assuredly.
You find that his confidence wanes day to day, from being entirely too nervous to shockingly confident in your interactions, the whiplash is immense.
You utter another nervous thank you as you step into the car. Rick then goes around to the driver's side, joining you, and starting the run by driving through Alexandria's open gate. your nerves are shot, unknowing what this trip really means, your palms sweat and your heart feels like it may just beat out of your chest.
âSo, there's this old farmerâs supply store that I wanna see about.â Rick explains, breaking the nervous silence between the two of you. âIt's a few miles up the road. There's not a lot of walkers in that area last I checked, but are you ready for it if there are?â he asks, concerned. âAre you doubting your teaching abilities?â you reply playfully, looking at Rick as he faces the road, cracking a smile at your response. âIâm definitely ready,â you add. âGood. i donât wanna worry about youâ he says, looking back at you attentively. As he looks back at the road you keep your eyes on him, studying him and his body language. He is weirdly calm, well, that kind of calm is normal for him, but his confidence just radiates off of him, knowing that he could be there for you whenever you need. You look away, feeling the wind on your face from the open window, letting your thoughts envelope your mind. Out of your peripheral, you can see Rick glance over at you periodically, then timidly turning back at the road before you have a chance to notice, or act like you don't notice already. The drive carries on this way for its entirety, the short journey came to an end quicker than you'd hoped it would.
Pulling up to the farmerâs supply, you find that Rick was right; the place is completely desolate, not a soul around, living or dead. He parks right up against the entrance, leaving enough safe room for the two of you to make it back to the car just in case. âAre you ready?â he says, unbuckling his seat belt and getting ready to open his door. âReady as iâll ever beâ you say candidly through a deep exhale. After walking around to your side of the car, Rick opens it, smiling as he motions his hand in front of him as if he was directing you to get out. You oblige, then start following him inside.
The interior of the place is just as you expected, almost entirely picked through by other people scavenging for resources, shelves tipped and dusty, fingerprints and marks all over them, a signifier of how many people have ventured here in search of survival.
Your moment in deep thought is interrupted by Rick kicking a can on the floor by mistake, sending the sound echoing through the building. You flinch, looking around you whilst waving your gun. Rick laughs, âDonât worry this place is clear princessâ.
Princess. Did he just say that?
You lower your gun slowly, before walking over to him, your nervousness almost making you choke as you look in his eyes.
âWhat was that?â you say to him, almost more sultry than you intended.
âOhâuh, this place is clear. You donât have to worry about noiseâ he utters nervously. You walk closer, looking him in the eyes, blinking slowly. âOh okayâ you respond quietly, refusing to break eye contact. Rick and yourself are now face to face, the both of you frozen with nerves, unknowing the right time to make a move. Rickâs breathing quickens, like he is trying to restrain himself from going any further, hunger growing in his eyes.
You donât know what got into you, something about hearing him call you that made you desperate for him. Desperate for him to stop playing games and let the inevitable happen. Before you lose your nerve, you bring your face closer to his, hoping he gets the hint. Fortunately, you are met with Rickâs face crashing into yours, gripping your waist at the same time, bringing the two of you closer than ever before.
Your lips interlock, the urge you were both fighting is finally gone. Moans escape each of your mouths, breaths hitching with each anguished kiss. You can feel his tongue searching for residence within your mouth, his beard scratching your soft skin, your hands grab him by the shirt, his hair, his waist, trying to bring him even closer. You both crash into the shelves around the abandoned store in your whirlwind kiss, too immersed in each other to care. As each rousing kiss brings something further out of you, the ecstasy is almost too much to bear.
âPleaseâ you moan, muffled by his kiss and painfully turned on by the hardening in his pants pressing against you. He pulls away, pupils dilated and face covered in the combining of yours and his saliva. âI can't,â he confesses, stepping back. âWhat will people think of me?â he continues, suddenly bringing himself back to you, grabbing a handful of your ass in the process, planting sloppy kisses on your neck. You knew he was talking about your age, his reason for restraint being laid out in front of you. âWho cares.â you purr, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on you, bringing your head back. âThey depend on me you knowâ He explains, beginning to bring his hands further up your body, feeling you under your shirt. âRickâŚâ you whine breathily. You feel his mouth go from your collarbone to your neck, trailing his mouth all the way up to your ear as he whispers âI want to do this right princess. Your first time should be in a bedâ.
His words penetrate your mind; your ear allowing his words free passage straight to your rapidly dampening centerâ you couldnât think of anyone else youâd rather let take you right then and there, deflowering you in any way he wants.
Summary: joel takes your virginity in what was supposed to be an innocent pinic
Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, incest, age gap (20's/50's), virginity loss, established relationship, praise kink, oral (f! and m! receiving), outdoor sex, creampie,cum eating. Let me know if i missed one
A/N: don't like don't read, the world is hateful enough to be hating on the internet. I know Joel would never do something like this and i don't condone this in real life
dividers by @blasphemoussinkk
You sat behind Joel on the horse, your arms wrapped around his middle, chin resting in his shoulder. You had been riding for an hour already but he wouldn't say a word other than he was taking you somewhere because you two hadn't had a proper daddy-daughter date in a while.
"Dad, c'mon you gotta tell me where we're going." You whined.
"I told ya already, it's a surprise."
"I hate surprises." You huffed, a small pout on your lips that you hoped was gonna change his mind. He didn't.
"You're gonna like this one, baby. I promise." His eyes went back on the trail, a smug smile on his face that told you he was enjoying your impatiance.
"You're gonna like this one, baby. I promise." You mumbled under your breath, your tone high piched and mocking.
"Hey. Watch it." He responded, trying to sound threatening even though there was no bite in his tone.
Another hour passed in a comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of birds chipping and the horse's hooves on the ground.
"Feels like we've been riding for days." You huffed dramatically.
"It's only been two hours."
"Two hours too long."
"You keep complaining and i'll turn the damn horse around."
You gasped, feigning offence "You wouldn't dare."
"You're right. I wouldn't."
Ten minutes later the trail started opening up, sunlight breaking through and hitting you and Joel for the first time since you set out. "Alright. Close your eyes."
You obeyed without complaining. The horse slowed to a stop before you heard the soft thud of Joel's boots hitting the ground "Grab my hands and i'll help you off." He streched his hands in your direction.
You reached for his hands and then carefully swung one of your legs over the horse before sliding down into his steady grasp.
"Just a little longer." He stepped behind you and covered your eyes with his palms before guiding you foward. The air smelled sweeter here, the wind carrying something floral, which made you even more eager. You loved flowers.
"You can look now." Joel removed his hands from your eyes your breath caught in your throat.
A wildflower field displayed in front of youâ pink, purple, white and yellow delicate bossoms swayed softly under the soft spring wind. In the distance you could see the mountains, their snow-covered peaks glowing under the sun.
"Dad..." You trailed off, unable to look away from the delicate flowers. "This is so beautiful."
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss on your shoulder before resting his chin there. "We haven't had a day to ourselves in a while. Figured you'd like this.."
You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as you repeatedly kissed his face. "Thank you, thank you. I love it."
He pressed his lips against yours, then crouched down to pull a blanket from his pack. He spreaded it on the floor, then set down a container with cookies, two sandwiches and fresh raspberriesâyour favorite.
"I know I've been busy working lately so this is me making it up to you."
He sat down first, spreading his legs so you could settle between them. Handing Joel a sandwich, you took your own before leaning back against his chest.
"I'm gonna grab some flowers and take them home later." You spoke between bites.
Joel nodded, "Sure, I got a vase somewhere. We can put them in the bedroom or in living room."
"I was thinking about drying them, actually. We can frame them and hang them up. I'll put one in your workshop so you'll always think of me."
"I'm already thinking of you all the time." He brushed some of the crumbs you had on the corner of your mouth and you kissed the pad of his thumb.
When you finished, you rose and wandered towards the field. Joel's hand immediately found his rifle. He knew the area was clearâhe'd come here two days before to make sure there weren't any infected or raidersâ but still. He was always alert whenever you weren't in his immediate reach.
The hem of your dress fluttered in the breeze, letting joel get a glimpse of your pantiesâ the baby white cotton with small patterned flowers. He whistled at you.
"Dad! You're such a perv!."
"Should've covered up if you didn't want me looking."
You chuckled before going back to picking flowers, bending just a little more than necessary to give him a show. You walked back with your hands full of flowers, settling in his lap this time. You placed the flowers by Joel's backpack and he picked up one to tuck it behind your ear.
"You're so pretty, baby. Sometimes I can't believe you actually came from me."
You giggled, nuzzling your cheek against his hand. Your dad was always complimeting you. You grew up hearing you were the most beautiful little girl in the worldâhe still thought you were, the only thing that changed was that now his compliments were a lot more sexual sometimes.
He placed both hands on your face and kissed you, slow at first, but tangled your fingers in his head, pulling him closer to you. His hands moved to your waist and wrapped your legs around his him. You ground against him with small rocks of your hips, making groan into the kiss.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Wow... Slow down, baby."
You just smirked, brushing your lips against his. "Why? I thought you liked it when I did this."
His grip on you tightened, holding you still when you tried to move again. "I do like it. But i'm trying not to ruin our picnic."
You tilted your head, lips grazing his ear. "There's no one around, daddy. And I want you. I think i'm finally ready."
Joel froze for a second. It wasn't like you two hadn't touched each other before, he had taken it into his hands to teach you everything surrounding sex. He taught you how to please him with your mouth and had spent countless hours making you fall apart on his tongue and fingers until you couldn't even remember your nameâ but you never went all the way.
He cupped the back of your neck, making you look at him. "You sure, baby? You know I can wait for as long as you need."
"I'm sure, daddy. This place is beautiful. We can make this the best daddy-daughter date we've ever had."
The little restrain he had left cracked. He kissed you again, hungry this time, desperate, tongue and teeth clashing together. His grip loosened and you began to move again, rubbing your clothed clit over his growing hardness. Joel met your rythm with thrusts of his own.
His hands roamed your body, caressing your waist, hips, your thighs, your ass. He squeezed it before giving it a gentle pat to get your attention. "Lay down."
He helped you settle down on the blanket and he hovered over you, supporting himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush you. He lowered his head and pressed open mouthed kisses on his neck.
He took his sweet time kissing his way down your body, he pulled your breasts out of your dress and took one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking and running his tongue through your it while his hand paid attention to the other. You arched your back into him, hands on his hair to keep him close while played with your tits.
He buchered up your dress to your waist and moved his mouth to your stomach and hips. He spreaded your legs and hooked his arms under your thighs. You bucked your hips up, trying to get some friction on your clit but he shook his head. "Daddy'll get to it."
You whined in respond, your lips forming a small pout. But Joel didn't relent and moved to kiss your inner thighs. He noticed the damp spot in your pretty pink panties. "Oh. Poor baby. She's soaking wet."
"Please, daddy. Need your mouth."
Joel used your hips to bring you closer to his mouth. He kissed through your panties, nuzzling his nose against your clit. "So pretty..." His teeth grazed your clothed nub, leaving a small bite that made you yelp.
He chuckled, warm breath ghosting over the wet fabric and making you shiver in anticipation. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slowly pulled down. He stuffed them into his back pocket and he leaned down, admiring your now bare cunt.
"Fuck, look at you. Making such a mess for your dad." He spreaded your folds with two fingers, covering them with your slick. You tried to close your legs from embarrasment, but his strong hands kept you open.
Then he finally gave you what you needed and licked a long stripe through your folds until he reached your puffy clit. Your head against the blanket. "F-Fuckâ dadâ"
"Mmm, taste so sweet, baby." He hummed, lips finally latching onto your clit and sucking while his tongue flickered over it.
Your hands tangled in his head once more, tugging and guiding him. He finally pushed two of his fingers inside, curling them just the way you liked and scizoring you open.
Your thighs trembled around his head, toes curling in your shoes. "Daddy, i'm gonnaâ" You were cut off as the orgasm crashed through you, your cries echoing through the field.
"That's it, baby." He helped you ride out your orgasm, licking every drop he could get until you started twitching from the overstimulation.
He pulled away, licking his lips before wipping the remains of your arousal off his beard with the back of his hand. He crawled up your body and settled between your legs again.
Your hands fumbled with his belt, the metalic click of it opening making your stomach twist with anticipation. Joel shoved his pants down just enough, his cock springing freeâthick, flushed and already leaking pre-cum. It made your mouth water.
You sat on your knees, leaning in to press your lips against it. But Joel stopped you. "Not today, princess. Today's about you."
"But I wanna give him a kiss, daddy." You pouted, hand reaching out to cup his balls. "Please, daddy.
Joel's heart swelled. He could never get enough of how much you loved having his cock in your mouth. "Alright." He held the tip at your lips. "Give 'im a kiss."
You pressed a kiss to his tip and started kissing your way down to his balls. You took both of them into your mouth before sticking out your tongue and licking a long stripe up again. You eagerly opened your mouth and swirled your togue around it, tasting the salty yet tangy pre-cum. Joel's hands tightened in your head as he let out a low groan.
You placed your hands on his thighs and started taking more and more of him until your nose was pressed against his lower stomach. Your hands massaged his balls and you bobbed your head up and down, at the pace you knew drove him wild. He bucked his hips into your mouth, setting a gentle, steady pace.
Joel's head tipped back and he had to remind himself that he still had to fuck you and if he came he wouldn't be able to get it up until tomorrow. His fingers tangled in your head and he pulled you away from his cock, a small string of saliva connecting it to your lips. "Greedy little thing." He teased you, shaking his head. "You said a kiss."
"sorry, daddy." You said sheepishly.
"Lay down, baby." He placed his hand on your shoulder before pushing you back into the blanket.
He grabbed the base of his cock between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it against your slit and slapping it against your clit. "It might hurt at first."
You gave him a little nod. Joel was a big guy, learning to take him into your mouth had already been a struggle, you could only imagine how that strecht would feel in your pussy. But you craved it. You wanted to be impossibly close to him, feel every inch of the man who'd help to create you.
You squirmed, rubbing yourself against his cock. "It's okay, daddy." You reassure him. "I can take it."
Joel smiled. His girl. Always so sweet and brave. "You wanna help daddy put it in?" He said reaching for your hand and making it wrap around his cock.
His tip nudged your entrance and with the help of your hand he slowly pushed the tip in. Joel sighed, his free hand squeezing your hip to keep himself in control and not just shove himself completely.
Your free hand fisted the blanket underneath you, a pained whimpered leaving your lips.
"Oh, baby. I know." He cooed, leaning down so his chest was pressed against yours and he could rest his forehead against yours. "Deep breaths, baby."
"Keep going, daddy." You said in between shaky breaths, your voice barely audible.
One of his hands came up to caress your cheek as he slowly bucked his hips into you, feeding you inch by inch. "Just a little more, baby."
"Daddy..." You whimpered, your hands coming up to touch his back, your nails digging into it. "It hurts..."
"I know. Daddy's so sorry, but I promise it'll feel good." He pressed soft kisses to the side of your head, trying to ease you. He didn't want to hurt you but he knew it would be better for you if he just ripped off the bandaid. He buried himself to the hilt with a sharp thrust. He swore he could've finished right there and then.
You cried out, a few tears slipping down your face. He leaned down to kiss your tears, soft reassurances slipping through his lips. "Worst's over now. Just hold onto daddy, 'kay?"
He hugged you close to his body since you've always found comfort in, grinding his hips against yours so that his pubic hair tickled against your clit. You gasped at the sudden spark of pleasure, the pain from the strech subsiding with each passing second.
"Ohâdaddyâ that feelsâ" You moaned, his hips setting up a slow steady pace that hit your 'special spot', like dad called it, perfectly.
"Better than daddy's fingers, huh? You feel full, baby?"
It was taking everything in him not to flip you onto your stomach and fuck you the way he wanted to, hard and fast. But he could never do that to his baby girl, specially knowing you'd already be sore tomorrow after this.
"God, baby. You don't know how I thought about this." He murmurred, pulling back a little so he could press his hand against the bulge forming in your lower stomach. "See this? This is where I belong. You're all mine, always been and always will."
You nodded, your eyes blurry with tears from the overwhelming pleasure and the love you felt for your dad. He always made you feel so loved and wanted, there's no one you'd rather be doing this with. "All yours, daddy."
He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he felt you clench around his cock, the same way you did when you were about to cum on his fingers. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me and daddy'll fill you up." He whispered against your lips.
Your back arched against him as you came hard, your pussy soaking and spasming around his cock as you came. It was probably the strongest orgasm you've ever experienced since Joel and you started playing with each other.
He let you ride it out with gentle thruts. But then he grabbed your hips tight enough to bruise and got rougher, each thrusts hitting deeper every time. "Fuckâgonna stuff you so full of my cum you'll fill me for days."
You felt his cock twitch and spam as he spilled inside you with a loud grunt, his body going limp above yours. Only when his cock went completely soft, he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of your used hole before pushing it back inside with his finger. He always thanked himself for having had a vasectomy before the world went to hell.
He pulled you up to sit you on his lap before kissing your forehead. "You took it so well, baby. Daddy's never been prouder."
"I love you." You said, still a bit breathless.
"I love you too." He shifted around a little so you could see the mountains and the flowers again. "Now let's just stay like this until we have to head back."
i was proof reading this and gave up halfway through bc i'm lazy so sorry if there's any mistakes. Consider rebbloging or commenting if you liked it and i'm taking requests, they can be dad!joel or not
tags: MDNI, SMUT, PUPPY PLAY, PISS KINK, part 5 of my manâs bestfriend one shot series, punishment, pet play, dom/sub dynamics, humiliation, fingering, urethra play (?), age gap (20s/50s), mean daddy!joel x pup!reader, joel makes reader fill her bladder, tummy pressure, forced orgasm, sdub/con, dacryphilia, water sports and non graphic description of pee.
summary: drinking multiple glasses of water for a punishment didnât seem too bad until daddy was pressing down on your stomach and playing with your pussy.
wc: 1.7k
âAll of it. And none of the dramatics, pup.â He orders, voice rough with something he wasnât communicating with you. Joel sat on an armchair opposite the couch you were on, his knee bouncing impatiently as he watches you finish the rest of the glass of water in your hand.
You werenât exactly sure what kind of punishment this was meant to be, but you werenât complaining. Daddy was never this easy on you when it came to reprimanding you when youâd done something bad, even if it was â like today â just speaking out term, aka, saying a swear word. âGood puppyâs ainât meant to have dirty mouths,â heâd told you firmly when youâd let the word fuck slip when stubbing your toe at the end of the bed.
If anything, this âpunishmentâ was heaven compared to the others youâve received. One time Joel was so mad that heâd locked you in the play pen heâd found on patrol for an hour without your stuffies, claiming you needed to be dealt with the hard way in order to learn your lesson properly.
So six glasses of water for cussing? That was nothing, right? You happily swallow down the last drop of cold water and put the glass down on the coffee table in front of you, waiting to see if Joel would pick it up and take it back to the sink to be refilled.
He didnât.
Maybe he was satisfied now? You couldnât help but wonder if there was a catch to this.
He analyses you for a moment before silently coming to a conclusion of what he would do next. His voice comes low and demanding, one that made you think of a wolf of sorts â if they could talk of course. âStand up and come over to me. Want ya to strip from your clothes but make sure ya leave that collar on. Itâll come in handy for what I got planned for ya.â
You perk up in excitement, would he be rewarding you for complying with your punishment? You stand up from the couch and eagerly strip from your cotton shorts, t-shirt, bra and panties, leaving your pastel pink collar on around your neck just like daddy had demanded.
Joelâs eyes rake over your naked form, taking in your beautiful breasts and pretty body. He feels himself harden from the confines of his jeans, his balls filling with cum he wished so badly to fill you with. But that wouldnât be sticking to his plan would it? No harm in momentarily indulging in a little fantasy of his though, filling your tummy with baby puppies.
See, what Joel found so fucking exciting about this entire thing was that you had no idea what he had planned for you. And it really was a little funny to watch, if he was being honest. Looking at you getting all excited, imaginary tail wagging in enthusiasm of what you thought was coming. Little did you know you were about to be completely, and utterly humiliated.
âWant you to come over here and sit on Daddyâs lap with your back facinâ my chest.â He orders, spreading his thighs wider in an invitation. His expression is confusing. Thereâs a firm, composed look on his face but you can still catch that glint in his eye, like thereâs something he knows that you donât, and he doesnât plan on telling you verbally what it is. Maybe it was a good thing, though. Daddy wasnât all bad.. right?
You bite the inside of your cheek and lower yourself into a seating position on top of him and he adjusts you to his liking, settling with your bare feet atop of his thighs and your own spread wide open for him to have access to your most intimate areas.
You sigh contentedly and lean your head back into him, slightly turning to catch a look at his face. âWhat do you have planned, Daddy?â You ask sweetly, completely and blissfully naive to his true , cruel intentions.
âWhat do I have planned?â He repeats, his voice suspiciously softening as one large hand travels between your legs. âWell Daddyâs just gonna play with this little pussy for a little bit, Hon. Howâs that sound?â
You smile eagerly and nod, clearly happy with his suggestion. âSounds good,â you reply giddily, straightening up and beginning to move. âCan I just go potty really quick, though?â
And when you say it as you began wriggling from his body, itâs not really a question as you donât doubt his answer to be anything but yes. I mean, why would he deny you the basic right of going to the toilet? It just wouldnât make sense and the thought of him doing so didnât even cross your mind.
That was, of course, before his hands roughly stilled you on his lap and put you back into your previous position rather harshly than necessary, making you squeal a pathetic sound.
âSee, thatâs the catch, baby,â he explains lowly in your ear, reaching back between your thighs and pressing a finger to an area you donât think has ever been touched by anyone but yourself. Initially, you thought he was going for your clit, but no. He presses down on your urethra, making you gasp a little at the foreign and un-pleasurable sensation. âDaddy isnât actually rewardinâ ya at all. Heâs still punishinâ ya. And today, weâre gonna try somethinâ new. Today, Iâm gonna play with this pussy â I wasnât beinâ untruthful about that â and youâre gonna go potty right here in mâlap like a real puppy.â
Your face twists in confusion, and part of you thinks you should break free from his grasp, insist that this was out of line and going over boundaries but you decide against it. Joel never seemed to mind showing you who the Daddy was in your relationship and you didnât doubt that he wouldnât do just that if you didnât behave.
A heat blooms in your cheeks and you feel yourself start to sweat profusely. Maybe it was just being denied of relieving yourself, but you were nearly certain that your bladder filled even more at his refusal of your need. Your breathing picks up. âW-what? I â â
You cut yourself off with a loud whine when two of Daddyâs fingers travel down to your cunt â that was now betraying your body by lubricating â and slams them inside, curling them up towards your belly. His other hand keeps you secure against him by holding onto your stomach, but you think he is holding you there on purpose considering the way heâs pressing down on your lower tummy, putting increasingly heavy pressure on it.
Normally, when Joel would finger you like this â curling his fingers upwards â it would reach your g-spot. And it wasnât that it wasnât doing that now, because it was, but the stimulation was overpowered by the pressure on your bladder that he was conflicting deliberately. It was as if he knew your body inside out. Like he knew exactly how to make you feel good yet completely humiliated and out of control.
âYeah, that shut ya up, didnât it?â He says, his fingers making an embarrassing squelching noise. The weight of holding it all in, from stopping yourself from peeling becomes a lot, causing your pussy to squeeze him unbelievably tight, occasionally twitching too. The sensation makes joel groan, wishing that he could be feeling you wrapped around him while doing something like that.
âThink of it this way, pup,â he starts, twisting his head to turn his face into your neck, getting a good look at the tears brimming in your eyes, the puffs of breath hitting the side of his face as you whimper and groan. âIf youâd have just behaved yourself earlier and not have acted like a little mutt, you could be squeezinâ mâcock like this. And Iâd be rubbinâ that little clit of yours, makinâ ya cum cos youâre such a good puppy, my good puppy.â
You squeal and scratch at his hand on your belly, shaking your head and sniffling. âN-no I donât â I donât wanna â Iâll â Iâll make a mess and itâll be gross â â
But heâs just not listening, is he? Because he keeps talking, ignoring you as if you arenât even speaking at all. His fingers keep working and his hand keeps pressing and you wonder how long youâll be able to hold it in. âBut oh no, we couldnât just have a nice eveninâ, baby. Just always gotta be causinâ trouble, fuckinâ â shit baby squeezinâ me so tight â makinâ me punish ya. And itâs punishinâ this sweet pussy too, kiddo. Yâknow that? Your â your ââ he emphasises, ââ behaviour is deprivinâ this poor pussy.â
You sob softly, your bladder practically screaming at you. âI donât wanna deprive my pussy, I â I just got hurt earlier and I didnât mean to, I just.. I donât wanna pee, Daddy. Sâembarrassing.â You snivel, your hips bucking up without your permission, a feeling of dread wash over you as you loose restraint.
âSo donât, pup. Let it out, let it aaall out. Make a mess for Daddy and then heâll think about forgivinâ ya.â He encourages, pressing down harder on your belly to the point that you had no choice other than to let go.
You release your bladder with an ashamed cry, your urethra spurting small amounts of piss in embarrassment until you couldnât impede things any longer. A long stream comes spilling out of you, coating Joelâs fingers that are still inside of you and pooling on the couch beneath you.
Almost immediately after, an orgasm you werenât entirely aware was building, wracked through you and coated Daddyâs waiting fingers. You collapse back into Joel with a sigh of relief, all the pressure gone but for what? You were still humiliated.
Joel groans into your neck, nipping slightly at the skin there. âThere ya are. Been wantinâ to see that for so long, pup. Been fuckinâ thinkinâ about it, girl.â
Thank you reading babies!! My first time writing piss kink so I hope this serves this piss loving community justiceđ I also wrote this in like two days so sorry if itâs bad
shane would let you suck on his thumb btw ⌠heâs js so rough n big n you need some kinda comfort !! when he puts you in missionary, your eyes glassy as ever and youâre drooling all over his thumb ⌠heâs gone <3
âyeah you stay quiet now. donât want anyone walkinâ in⌠sticking their nose in where it donât belong.â
shaneâs cock is sunk all the way to the hilt, just resting there â sheathed in you, hands encasing your clammy waist under the thin blanket in your tent. he was right, it probably would be a bad idea to attract any kind of attention right now. not from walkers, no â hershelâs farm was as safe as anywhere could be right now. but this, you and shane â it didnât look right. it looked like a violation, the way his body was caging you to the floor, pants barely pulled below his ass, holding you down.
but oh, did you love it â and guiltily, the idea of anyone knowing what the two of you were up to was turning you on.
you whine when he starts to move. slow, sure, heavy. he drags his length back and grinds his hips back in causing your volume to raise at just how deep he was.
âyou stay quiet, yeah? gânna make me blow my fuckinâ load already huh.â he husks out a strained laugh, dropping his head down for a moment before he slides back in and out of your tight wet hole. âshit, they donât make âem this god damn tight anymore.â
he stabilises himself by cupping your cheek, watching your reactions as he fucks you. youâre positively weak, leaning into his palm as you struggle to stay quiet through heavy breaths. his thumb dances over your bottom lip and you let him in, sucking hard to pacify yourself. he canât help but speed up his thrusts at the sight.
âchrist â yâyeah you take daddyâs cock. atta girl, milk that shit, go on. daddyâs pretty baby suckinâ on my thumbâ god damn, so fuckinâ gorgeous.â he groans, rambling in your ear to hold off shooting his load right there and then.
IN WHICH daryl has a sick little crush, and when presented with an opportunity to steal your underwear, he canât resist.
WORD COUNT 1.2k
THEMES pervert!daryl, panty sniffing, masturbation, he uses your panties to jerk off, coming on fabric.
âdaryl,â carol snapped him out of his daydream.
the man never daydreamed, never got lost in thought. at least, not with a smile like that on his face. he sighed, rubbing his face.
âsorry,â he grunted.
carol shook her head, âno, donât be. you⌠got somethinâ on your mind?â
something, or someone?
daryl had been thinking about you since his group got to alexandria. oh god, you had him in a chokehold. he was going crazy, thinking about the way your hips swayed, you hair bounced and eyes sparkled. he felt sick, like a damn junkie passing by a crackhouse.
daryl finally shrugged, âjusâ thinkinâ about life, i guess. about beinâ here.â
carol gave a empathetic smile, knowing he had been struggling to move on from all the death, all the loss. heâd struggled to find his place in their new home, too, and that made her nervous.
âyou can talk to me,â she murmured.
daryl nodded, âyeah, i know.â
then you walked by, and carol figured it out. she watched the way darylâs eyes shifted, pupils blowing wide as you walked along the pavement. the way his lips parted slowly, nearly drooling at how your ass looked in those jeans.
âdaryl,â carol smacked his arm. âyou could at least be more subtle.â
âah, alright,â the man grumbled, rubbing his bicep. âfuck.â
slowly, though, a smile painted carolâs face. she watched you disappear, before giving daryl a look. âyou like her,â she said.
ânah,â his hair fell in his face.
âoh, you so do!â carol exclaimed.
daryl groaned, rolling his neck dramatically, âshut up. ainât nothinâ happeninâ, so jusâ leave it alone.â
âreally? i think you deserve someone,â she replied, poking daryl teasingly. âshe seems like sheâs got a good head on her shoulders.â
âyou donât even know her.â
carol shrugged, âwell, iâm just saying. i think itâd be good for you to at least make some friends besides us.â
daryl huffed, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. he didnât need friends, or a lover, or anything like that. he was better on his own, anyway.
darylâs small crush had quickly developed into a borderline obsession. he couldnât help it, you had something that drove him crazy.
he made a point to come and visit you often, where you usually had a lunch ready for him to take on his supply runs. you had a big smile every time you handed it to him, and it made daryl want to shove his cock past those lips and down your throat.
he loved your voice. he listened to you tell stories, laugh, sing. god, he could listen to you sing all day. he even heard you bickering with someone once, and that had him jerking off against the side of your house, hands slapped over his mouth as he came to the sound of your angry tone.
it got worse and worse with time, because he could barely talk to you most days, but fuck if he wasnât constantly fisting his dick to the thought of you.
one day, though, it all tipped over the edge. you had enough trust in him to ask if he could grab something from your house.
âdaryl, since youâre going that way, can you grab my first aid kit? itâs in my bathroom, under the sink,â your gorgeous voice rang.
he nodded mindlessly, immediately getting up and wandering towards your house. a couple people nearby snickered at his eagerness.
once inside, however, daryl found himself in a pickle. the scent of you was everywhereâyour clothes strewn across the hall, your shampoo in the bathroom, the lipstick stains on your coffee mug from earlier that morning. it made him dizzy.
his task was to go straight to the master bathroom, located inside your room, and grab the first aid kit. daryl found himself walking slow, taking in every detail of your home. down the hall, he pondered the photos hanging on the wall, the stains in the carpet. he wondered if youâd lived with anyone else before the outbreak, of the life you mightâve lived.
once in your room, daryl was overwhelmed. your scent was flooding his nose, damnit, he was getting hard just thinking about how youâd look in bed, what you wore.
inside the bathroom, a couple towels and some random discarded clothes littered the floor. but one item in particular was screaming at him. your panties. the tiny piece of lace had darylâs stomach doing flips, and even as he knelt down to open the cabinet, he was looking at your underwear.
the first aid kit was easy to find. he had no issue with that. his problem was pulling his mind away from your clothes. namely, your little lace panties. his hands squeezed the kit, debating how low he would go.
âfuckâŚâ he hissed under his breath.
it wasnât long before he gave in. he dropped the kit, and got down on his knees. scooping the fabric into his palms, he admired them, mouth watering. oh god, iâm going straight to hell, he thought. slowly, tantalizingly, he brought your undergarments to his nose, breathing in. fuck, thatâs good. darylâs cock twitched, his head foggy.
âdaryl?â
he heard your voice from down the hall, quickly jolting back to reality. in a panic, he shoved your panties in his pocket, grabbing the first aid kit.
ây-yeah!â he called, stumbling out of the bathroom and towards you. âgot it.â
your brows furrowed, taking note of his flushed cheeks. âwhat, dâya get lost?â you asked teasingly, nudging his shoulder. âcâmon.â
the fabric in darylâs pocket was burning his skin, making him dizzy and disoriented. he kept walking, though, following close behind you.
daryl had never been so wracked with guilt in his life. even now, laying on his bed alone, he felt sick. because he hadnât returned your underwear, and he may never. what was worse than you losing your panties? finding out that daryl stole your panties, like a sick freak.
despite this, his fingers were still intertwined with the fabric, slowly wrapping it around his length. hard, twitching and aching, he gripped his cock like a vice. he needed thisâthatâs how he justified it. it was the only thing keeping him from snapping.
darylâs head fell back, eyes fluttering as the sweet scent of your pussy mingled with his dick. the scene was deplorable, but it was working. the man struggled to get off for years until you entered the picture. now, he was like a teenager again.
âfuck, fuck, fuckââ daryl groaned, hand moving faster, tightening around himself.
at some point, heâd adjusted the lace so it hugged the tip, giving his pre-cum something to soak into. the back of his head screamed at him, degrading him for being so perverted, but it only made him harder.
balls tightening, daryl came hard, all over your white lace panties. his load spilled down his shaft, his fingers, as he slowed his movements. once his breathing had evened out, he let the lace fall onto his stomach.
okay now part two where reader gets mad at him for being a creepy perv and she yells at him for it and he gets turned on and then they get freaky????? đđđ
IN WHICH daryl thinks heâs gonna embarrass himself getting with you, but when you express your anxieties towards sex, he steps up to help ease your mind.
WORD COUNT 2.6k
THEMES sub reader, soft dom daryl (but heâs holding back hella), virgin reader, anxiety, implied age difference, size difference, praise kink, degrading praise? brief breeding mention, slow sex, he might cum too quick, oral, aftercare
A/N tysm @shattersoftly for req this. i like this one a lot.
darylâs crush on you wasnât meant to go anywhere. it was supposed to be something he shoved down, internalized, forced himself to ignore. at no point did he imagine youâd ever reciprocate those feelings, and he had made peace with that.
imagine darylâs face when you made a move on him.
youâd been helping set logs for him to chop. it was quiet, with only the sounds of distant conversations, the slicing of dry wood, and the occasional grunt. something about seeing him work, man, you were a flustered mess.
somehow, walking wood back to his place ended with you squirming in his lap on the couch.
darylâs hands ran up and down your back, calloused fingers dragging heat up your soft skin. his lips dragged along your neck, as he waited for you to signal for more.
daryl was used to women bossing him around in bed. it was easier that way, he always knew what to do when they explicitly told him.
not you, though. you were whining softly, shy, gentle and hesitant.
âthis good?â he asked, nipping just below your ear.
you nodded, hiding your face in your sleeves. daryl was put off at first, thinking perhaps heâd overwhelmed you, that you didnât want to go any further. he leaned back, brushing hair out of your face. âgotta tell me what you want,â he murmured. âcanât read yer mind.â
you blushed deeper (if that was even possible), and looked down. you worried your bottom lip raw, and god, you looked gorgeous like that.
âdunâ wanna stop,â you confessed softly, looking at him through thick lashes.
a smile threatened to form on darylâs face. he understood now. swiftly, he adjusted, pulling you in closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands rested on your hips, squeezing experimentally. you squeaked, and he melted.
âah,â he sighed. âaâright. hands⌠here.â
he placed your palms on his chest, pausing to ensure you were still comfortable. you gave a short nod, and he grunted in acknowledgement.
âiâll put my hands⌠here,â he grumbled, letting his fingers slip under your shirt, lips now brushing your cheek. âanâ you jusâ tell me⌠if itâs too much.â
another nod, your breath coming out shaky. your hands twitched against his chest, feeling the thump of his heartbeat. âs-sorry,â you whispered.
âdunâ be,â daryl replied, tracing a finger under your breast. âjusâ relax, okay?â
âtryinâ,â you laughed nervously.
daryl got the idea. normally, he hated taking the lead, always worried heâd take it too far, get too rough. right now, he could tell that you were not only anxious, but inexperienced. and while he was no pornstar, he could find the rhythm.
his lips dragged along your neck, down to your collarbone. he hummed softly, the vibrations radiating off of your chest.
âgotta know,â he murmured, hands wandering upward, until they cupped your breasts. âthis all new tâya? i mean, are youâŚâ
he trailed off, pausing to look at you.
your cheeks felt hot, eyes wide and dilated. god, you hated this question. what a helpless little lamb, never having been touched. since the world ended, youâd kind of given up on it.
a simple nod was all it took. daryl knew he had to do this right.
âshit,â he hissed, running a hand through his hair. âkay⌠you just⌠ya gotta talk tâme, yeah? if iâm goinâ too fast⌠doinâ too much, if you wanna stopââ
you gripped his collar, stopping him cold. your face was one of hesitancy, and determination. no matter how out of your element you were, you wanted this. needed it.
âstop talking,â you whispered. âplease.â
daryl swallowed roughly, before nodding. his hands slid down, planting firmly on your waist. experimentally, he urged you to roll your hips, grinding down on his clothed cock. he groaned, low in his throat, feeling you jerk forward with an eep!
âainât⌠gonâ be no prince,â he muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âainât exactly⌠great at this, either.â
you let yourself laugh this time, smiling and shaking your head. it eased your mind a bit, recognizing that daryl was nervous, too.
âif i wanted a prince, you think iâd sit on your lap?â you scoffed, hand moving to the back of his neck. âjust⌠go slow.â
your lips connected, messy and cautious. the warmth was electric, though, and what began as a slow experiment, soon turned heated, desperate.
darylâs hand moved from your hip to your hair, tugging gently. your gasp gave him access, shoving his tongue in and intertwining with yours.
âfuck,â he growled. âso soft.â
a whine fell from your lips, wriggling against him, all needy and wet. daryl had to constantly remind himself to go slow, to not take take take.
âdaryl,â you arched your back, your tone making his stomach flip. âpleaseâŚâ
he was hasty. his free hand quickly moved to his belt, unbuckling, tugging, chucking it on the floor loudly. while he did, your lips slid down his chin to his jaw. it felt good when he did it, so you figured heâd like it.
your tongue glided along his collarbone, a sensitive spot for daryl, drawing a shudder from his spine. âfuckinâ⌠christ, womanâŚâ
he yanked you back by your hair, ignoring your squeak of surprise. âgotta get ya ready fer me.â
with that, he flipped you on your back, straddling you. the couch creaked underneath your combined weight as daryl nipped your neck. he sucked little love bites as he slid his hands under your shirt.
âgonâ take this off,â he warned, tugging the thin fabric. âthat okay?â
his eyes were glazed when he looked at you, but hell, he was holding back patiently. you bit your lip, nodding. daryl almost smirked.
âarms up.â
once your shirt came off, daryl swore he was in heaven. this gorgeous, smooth skin heâd ached to feel for so long, now on display like dessert.
âcould eat you alive,â he grumbled, tongue sliding between your breasts. âfuckinâ deliciousâŚâ
a thick whine fell from your parted lips, back arching into his touch. his hands glided across your skin, up and down your hips, along your stomach. âdaryl,â you groaned, eyes screwed shut.
âmember tâtell me if itâs too much,â he said as his head leaned down towards your thighs. âor⌠not enough.â
darylâs breath was hot on your skin, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your hips, your thighs, your navel. your body twitched as his tongue slid along your hot skin, teasing, not quite where you needed it.
âfuck,â you breathed, hands itching, hovering over his head. âpleaseâŚâ
thatâs all daryl needed. his lips mouthed over your clit, then sucking. his fingers glided up and down your thighs, squeezing and smacking the inside of them eagerly. your back arched, pressing into his tongue as he swirled it.
âoh god,â you whined, hiding your face in your hands.
daryl paused, looking up at you with concern. his palm massaged your thigh, rubbing where he had previously slapped. âyou okay?â
you quickly nodded, peeking down at him. his facial hair was already wet. âyes. âs good,â you muttered. âplease.â
daryl chuckled, his other hand reaching out to cup your cheek. âfuckinâ gorgeous,â he whispered, before going back down on you.
his tongue got back to work quickly, sucking, slurping, sliding. he hummed against your cunt, pleased with how you were writhing and panting.
âyâcan tug. if ya need to,â he mumbled with his mouth full, glancing up at you for a second.
your breaths came fast, as your shaky hands landed on his head. you hesitated, but as darylâs teeth gently grazed your pussy, your nails dug in without permission, yanking on his hair hard.
you didnât expect daryl to let out a low groan, the vibrations radiating up your spine. that alone nearly sent you over the edge, cunt throbbing. the hair pulling was like motivation for daryl, and he went down harder, growling like a man starved.
âfuck, d-daryl!â you squealed, head falling back. âoh god, please, iââ
his gaze flickered to your face, lips smacking, drool dribbling down his chin as he slobbered all over you. he almost smirked. darylâs large hands came up, squeezing your thighs, massaging your clit with his tongue. âuh-huh,â he grunted. âgo on.â
your hands moved without permission, tugging on his hair and shoving his head down as you came. your hips jerked up, chasing the high. daryl snarled with delight, smacking your thigh sharply. his tongue slowed, giving your pretty cunt a sloppy kiss before rising.
âoh⌠godâŚâ you panted, face flushed, eyes glossy.
embarrassment washed over you, and your knees came up to your chest as you let out a whine. daryl only chuckled, unbuckling his belt slowly.
âoh, come on,â he leaned down, moving your knees out of the way. âdonât get all shy now, we jusâ started.â
you squeaked, worrying your bottom lip raw. your hands came up instinctively, wanting to hide your face.
the air was thick with tension and musk, darylâs cock throbbing against your leg. his hand came up, cupping your cheek gently. âgonna fuck you now.â
because he never really knew how to be that romantic.
it was slow and hesitant, little nudges against your entrance, until he finally pressed inside. a long groan rumbled in your ears as he slowly pushed all the way in. you thought you might pass out from the girth alone, and once he was bottomed out, fuck, you could feel it in your stomach.
âstop, stop, stop,â you babbled, clawing his back.
darylâs head fell into the crook of your neck, breaths heavy and hot. still, he listened, despite the desperate ache, despite his desire to ram into you over and over.
âgotcha⌠i gotcha,â he mumbled, stroking your hair as he let you settle. âshhhâŚâ
after a moment, you nodded, a preemptive whimper falling from your lips. âokay. you can⌠move.â
daryl exhaled the breath he didnât know heâd been holding. slowly, he pulled almost all the way out, til catching on your eager hole, before just as slowly easing back in. the noises you made had darylâs ears burning.
âfuck⌠so tight,â he grunted, palms pressing hard into the couch. âshit⌠gonâ have to move soon. âm slippinâ off.â
you let out a short laugh, âtightâs good, right?â
âsure, till itâs too good,â daryl replied, jaw clenched. âfuckinâ milkinâ me, christ. guess i shoulda figured, since youâreâŚâ
he trailed off, shaking his head. he neednât get too hasty, youâd only just started.
âah⌠okay,â daryl slowly slid out of you, before quickly lifting you up. âgoinâ to the bed.â
in seconds, heâs in you again, bottoming out quicker this time. a low growl fall from his lips, eyes fluttering closed. âjesus fuck. ainât gonâ last.â
once he developed a rhythm, slow and methodical, your legs moved to wrap around his waist. your head fell back, lips parted. âoh my god, daryl,â you whined. âc-can feel it in my⌠tummyâŚâ
daryl groaned, biting your shoulder to keep himself occupied. god, he was this close to pounding into you. âgah, shut up. ya start talkinâ like that, weâre gonâ be done âfore we start.â
you laughed breathlessly. experimentally, daryl snapped his hips forward, making you cry out. he couldnât help but snicker.
âtold ya,â he murmured, nipping your ear. âgod, could ruin you.â
a pathetic whimper from your lips, and daryl was kissing you. sloppy and fast, not as gentle as his movements were. itâs hot and heavy, and he knew he wouldnât last long, but itâs what you said next that nearly undid him.
âfaster,â you moaned against his lips, tugging at his hair. âplease.â
daryl snarled, biting your bottom lip before pulling back. his hips jutted back and forth quicker now, feeling your sweet pussy squeezing his cock. âgotta stop that,â he bit out. âgonna fuckinâ cum.â
the noise that followed sounded more eager than you intended. bless his heart, daryl tried to keep it slow, keep it steady for your poor, virgin cunt, but he was never that strong of a man.
âplease, please, please, please,â you cried, back arching as you grew closer.
daryl licked at your neck, down your collarbone. âtake it so good, almost forgot itâs yer first time,â he grunted, skin slapping skin. âso fuckinâ good fer me, ah? take it so well.â
his tone was almost mocking, and that was all it took. your cunt clenched hard as you came, pulsing rapidly as your orgasm washed over you. the overstimulation was addictive. you babbled nonsense as daryl fucked you through it, thrusts slowing down as your peak passed.
âfuck,â daryl hissed, coming to a dead stop. âdonâ move.â
you whined, long and needy. god, the noise was becoming his new favorite thing. he smacked your hip gently. âserious, princess. donât get cocky now.â
âheh,â you giggled. âcocky.â
âidiot.â
then he was moving again, in, out, in, out. he was sweaty and hot, breaths raspy and wet. you were a drooling wreck underneath him, and god, daryl couldnât handle it.
âmoan so pretty fer me,â he panted. âfuckinâ gorgeous, takinâ this dick, baby. câmon. câmon.â
faster, harder, too much, not enough. your head was spinning, nails creating dents in his skin.
âfuck me, fuck me, fuck me,â you rambled. âohhh, god, daryl, âs too much⌠donât stop!â
daryl lost control, just a little. his hand yanked your hair, pulling your head back so your throat was bared for him. he bit into your skin, marking you his. âif you donâ shut the fuck up, âm gonâ knock you up righâ now, yâhear me?â he growled, all teeth. âthat whatâcha want, huh? babies with a fucked up prick like me?â
you shook your head, but couldnât stop moaning. youâd surely get noise complaints tomorrow. âplease, i canât⌠iâm⌠itâsâŚâ
your voice came sharp, too loud. daryl smacked his hand over your mouth to muffle your screams as you came again. this time, daryl couldnât restrain himself. he let out a primal noise, quickly pulling out and spilling hot white all over your stomach.
your eyes blew wide, and you grabbed his cock without thinking. darylâs hips jerked forward, sucking in through his teeth as you milksd him dry.
âohh, you fucker,â he grit, squeezing your face where he covered your lips. âmotherfucker. gettinâ greedy, ah?â
you just hummed, eyes glazed over and droopy.
it took five minutes of laying down, huffing and puffing, for daryl to get up and grab a towel. and while he was not a romantic, and totally not head over heels for youâyes, he did clean you up. felt your smooth stomach, kissed it gently. fuckinâ loser.
then, daryl rolled over and spooned you. his hand raked through your hair, as he softly hummed against you. you mustâve been dreaming.
âdid so good,â he muttered, voice groggy. âyou hurt at all?â
you shrugged, eyes closed. âliâl sore. but thatâs normal, right?â
daryl chuckled, but couldnât hide his concern. âwas a tight fit. youâll be alright.â
a pause. he felt guilt bubbling in his gut.
âhere,â he adjusted, propped up on his elbow. âroll over.â
you got on your stomach, and daryl straddled you again. this time, to massage your back. his large palms pressed deeply into your soft skin, rubbing out the kinks and knots.
âmmh,â you moaned. âthaâs niceâŚâ
âyeah?â daryl arched a brow, thumbs circling your shoulders. âgood. jusâ relax. earned it.â
you were cheesinâ into your pillow until you fell asleep. who knew this burly son of a bitch could be so sweet?
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