Please tell me why after at least 2 days of staying in a fully stocked house with a kitchen full of food this man still stuffs his face like he's starving when Aaron invites him over
Now I could stop here and leave this as a funny post, but honestly, I think it's quite concerning that Daryl always eats like it's his last meal. He eats like he's going to either throw up his food or he's going to burn whatever energy and calories he gets from it really fast. And sure he might, but right now he's pretty fucking safe and I don't remember him eating like that back at the prision.
Unless I'm misremembering and it had been a while before they got to Alexandria and he was just really hungry, but then again, they had a fully stocked house?! So what was his deal?
Just makes me think he could never be reliant on having a consistent food source so he just had to stuff his face whenever he got the chance
can i get uhh⌠vanilla.. cream cheese frosting.. crushed oreos.. âpretty good, huh? i told you i'd make you feel goodâ.. and with peaches?
A Man of His Word
Pairing:Â Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary:Â Your husband fulfills his promises.
Warnings/Tags:Â smut with no plot, soft dom!daryl, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, unprotected p in v sex, use of the term âgood girlâ, husband!daryl, light infantilization, season 11, established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 441 words
A/N:Â While Iâm obsessed with sub!daryl, I also adore soft dom!daryl. Heâs pretty cocky in this, and I love it lmao. This is for my 650 followers celebration, so you can check out that post to see the context behind this request. This fic is shorter than my usual content, but I was running on a few hours of sleep while writing it. Hopefully, this fits your vision!! <33
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âBeinâ so fuckinâ good for me.â
As Daryl praised you, he was setting a steady pace with his thrusts and holding eye contact. Your husband was huge on eye contact during sex, so this was no surprise. His lips moved against the side of your neck, leaving dark marks in his wake. He gently prompted you to respond to him.
âYou want me to go faster or slow it down? Use your words, honey.â
Overstimulated with pleasure, you werenât able to respond yet, and tears streaked your cheeks. Daryl kissed them away and kept moving. The hand that wasnât supporting his weight began stroking his hair, and he spoke again.
âCâmon, sweet girl. Not gonna know what you want if you donât say nothinâ. Want me to stop?â
Your eyes widened at the idea of Daryl stopping, and you frantically shook your head. It took a few seconds for you to speak, and your voice was tinged with desperation.
âD-donât stop. Please donât stop.â
âThatâs a good girl. Answer my question?â
âOh, maybe⌠a little faster?â
The hesitation in your voice made Darylâs heart ache, and he redoubled his efforts. He wanted you to feel good, to feel heard. Your husband pressed a kiss to your forehead and quickened the rhythm of his movements. His fingers were still in your hair when he praised you again.
âThank you for usinâ your words. Youâre listeninâ so well.â
Knowing that Daryl wanted you to respond to him, you swallowed a whimper and nodded. The pleasure was overwhelming, but in the best way imaginable. Your voice trembled when you spoke between small gasps.
âTryna be good. Itâs a lot.â
âI know, baby. I know. You can take it, though.â
Darylâs breathing was ragged as he continued moving inside of you. He could feel the euphoria pulling at his lower stomach, but he was more focused on you. It was obvious that you were getting close to that edge, and he was determined to push you over it. He changed the angle of his hips, and the orgasm immediately crashed into you. You cried out his name and tried to anchor yourself by clinging to his shoulders.
His peak soon followed, and it took all of his strength to not collapse on top of you. After thrusting a few more times, he smirked and nodded in satisfaction. His tone was dripping with cockiness.
âPretty good, huh? I told you Iâd make you feel good.â
It took several seconds before you could speak again, and you laughed breathlessly. Seeing your husband act boastful was always amusing. You grinned and nodded.
i never get on here but i wanted to say that s1-2 daryl is someone so special to me heâs like a feral cat missing the tip of his tail and one of his ears is folded for some reason and heâs missing some whiskers and a lil hair on his face cuz heâs got scars on his big puffy tomcat cheeks and all i wanna do is feed him churu while he growls at me until he eventually lets me pet him after weeks and i take him inside and cut the mats out of his fur and wipe the gunk out of his eyes and love him forever đ
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