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Right now I'm only writing for Daryl Dixon but that may change in the future. Currently doing edits for Daryl Dixon and Troy Otto
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Closer
Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
Life’s different once you get to Alexandria, softer, an echo of a world you once knew. For once, it’s not only about survival, sometimes you do fun things, like have parties. When Daryl finally shows up to your party, the night takes a turn. With the music blasting, drinks flowing, and the tension between you two impossible to ignore, you realize that maybe the end of the world isn’t such a bad place to start something new.
DIY Santa
Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
pt.1
Judith drags you along with her to meet Santa, but surprises you when she demands that you also tell Santa what you want for Christmas.
pt.2
After walking Judith home, you run into 'Santa' and you both elaborate a little bit on your 'Christmas wishes'.
Bed Chem
Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
Who's the cute boy with the black jacket and the thick accent? I bet you'd have really good bed chem...
AU Neighbors, Pt.2
Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
AU Where you and Daryl are neighbors and you spend your evenings sharing cigarettes and talking shit until your boyfriend comes home
Gonna get ya killed
Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
Daryl lies in wait, eyeing his target from across the field.
Some Bunny Loves You
Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
The group arrives at Alexandria and you couldn't care less. At least until a certain archer starts charging toward you
Summary: Whilst attending a casual business event with your partner, old insecurities snuck up on you. Unconfident and doubting yourself, you tried your hardest to pretend like nothing was wrong. However, once Armin understood, he made sure that you knew how beautiful you were to him.
Genre: Angst (?)/smut.
Warnings: Swearing, insecurities about body/appearance (but reader’s appearance isn’t described), smut, praise, body worship, oral (f!receiving).
Word count: 4.8k
A/N: So...we’re not going to talk about how behind I am on kinktober lol. Life has been crazy lately. However, I’m hoping to catch up on everything this weekend! Anyways, I hope you all like this! And thank you to @millermouth for helping me with the intro 💜
Day two of kinktober.
Navigation. Attack on Titan masterlist. AO3.
Never before in your life had you felt this way. So open, so exposed, so lay bare for anyone to take a look and judge your appearance, to make assumptions about you without even making an effort to talk to you. You hated that feeling. It made you feel gross, like people’s compliments were nothing but lies to make you feel better about yourself, like every time someone glanced in your direction, they were criticizing something about you, even if the reasonable part of your brain told you that you were being ridiculous.
To be fair, you were wearing a very tasteful dress; a black, off the shoulder floor length one with a slit going up to a few centimeters above your knee, paired with a simple yet elegant pair of heels. Admittedly, you’d felt rather good when you’d stood in front of the mirror a mere two hours prior, admiring the way the dress hugged you just right and made your most prominent features pop in the best way—and the way your partner had been a blushing mess when you’d emerged from the room you both temporarily called yours and asked him to zip up your dress, stumbling over his own sentences as words like “gorgeous” and “beautiful” filled the air certainly was a confidence booster.
However, that was two hours ago, and a lot could happen in that time.
You’d be lying if you said these were new feelings for you. Feeling like the world was judging your appearance, judging your body, stemmed from your early years of being scrutinized by your peers. And while a lot of time had passed and you’d grown from that little girl into a grown woman, into a capable soldier respected by her comrades and a friend cherished by others, some insecurities—no matter how insignificant they seemed in the grand scheme of things—had a tendency to sneak up on you at the most inconvenient times, even when nothing gave you a reason to feel like it. All you’d done up until that point was mingle with the other guests, and somewhere along those lines, you’d become hyper aware of every pair of eyes that so much as glanced your way.
You hated it. You hated how something so small could make you feel this way.
Standing next to Armin as he talked to some guy, you observed as people conversed with one another, discussing everything from the weather to the overcooked lobster, laughing and having a good time. That’s what you should have been doing, you tried to tell yourself. You had come to this business party to relax and unwind, to drink a little too much wine, have a dance with Armin and possibly end the night in his arms, tangled in the sheets. However, instead you were awkwardly fiddling with the glass of wine you’d been nursing for the last hour, attempting not to focus on the way your dress now felt too uncomfortable, too tight, too itchy, too everything.
“Hey, are you okay?”
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Armin’s voice right next to your ear. Eyes wide and your heart pounding against your ribcage, you turned your head to look at him, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that sometime during your internal battle against old insecurities you thought you’d long since gotten over, the man had disappeared and Armin’s arm had made its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him and enveloping you in his warmth. He was a steady presence beside you, an anchor in the vast ocean that was your mind.
Armin smiled, soft and apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
The way he looked at you—so full of love and admiration—made you feel bashful. You nervously wiped your hand on your dress, your other one grasping the wine glass a fraction tighter. It amazed you that even after being together for so long, the Arlert man had the ability to make swarms of butterflies erupt in your stomach with a single gaze.
“It’s okay,” you told him, returning his smile with one of your own and admiring the way his eyes—blue like the ocean he’d spent years dreaming of seeing—seemed to sparkle in the light.
For a moment, you forgot all about what had been plaguing your mind for the majority of the time spent at the party. However, the temporary reprieve didn’t last long. You could see two women walk past in your peripheral vision, both saying a quick hello as they moved away. Then, like a switch that flipped, you found yourself right back in those trenches, your eyes lingering on the ladies, on the way they looked absolutely radiant in their attire. They appeared confident, self-assured, everything you were not feeling.
This sucks, you thought to yourself, downing the last of your wine and praying that the liquid would make you feel better. You weren’t even jealous of anyone there, and you supposed that was the one plus side to it. If you were feeling awkward, insecure and jealous over people who did nothing wrong? You’d feel like the lowest piece of crap on earth.
The feeling of Armin’s arm tightening around you fractionally pulled you back to reality. His face was twisted in concern, clearly worried about your sudden change in demeanour. You’d been so eager to be here, and now you seemed…lost, uncertain, and something dangerously close to upset.
“Talk to me, lovey,” Armin began, his voice soft and soothing. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Pretty. Despite it being a compliment, the word hit you like a ton of bricks. You definitely did not feel pretty in that moment, but you swallowed back a retort that rested on the tip of your tongue. “I’m fine. Just tired, is all.”
You knew that Armin could see right through your lie. Sometimes you swore he knew you better than you knew yourself, and while it usually was a good thing, there were times when you hated it, like now. You didn’t want to ruin his night with your own nonsense. This was one of the only times he got to just be, and you wanted to make sure he could enjoy himself.
He carefully pulled away from you, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. While you didn’t say it out loud, you were grateful for the extra layer. It helped you feel less exposed, and you released a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.
Armin tilted his head slightly, staring at you with the same intensity he used when studying different maps, trying to decode the true extent of your feelings. “Just tired?”
The way he said it spoke volumes. He knew you were lying. However, you nodded. “Just tired.” You adjusted his jacket on your shoulders. “I think I’m just going to call it a night.”
A beat of silence passed. “Let’s say goodbye to the others, then.”
No. That’s exactly what you’d hoped to avoid; spoiling his evening.
“Min, no. You don’t—”
“I know I don’t have to,” he cut you off, knowing exactly what you were about to say. “I want to. Besides, we both have an early morning anyway. I think calling it a night is probably for the best.”
You wanted to argue. You wanted to insist that he should stay, that you could go back to your room on your own, that he should have fun, but Armin could be quite persistent once he had his mind set on something. So instead, you simply nodded, trying to shove the guilt you felt away.
He took your hand in his own, leading you towards your friends with the intent of saying good night. On the way there, you put your glass down on a nearby table, keeping your eyes on the floor as you walked and cringing a little whenever you felt a pair of eyes on you. Then, when you reached your friends and exchanged greetings, you tried not to feel even worse when they voiced their disappointment at your departure, ensuring that you both would naturally see them all the following morning, before you finally gathered your things where you left them and made your way out of the party.
Why? you thought to yourself bitterly. Why did all of this have to happen tonight of all nights?
All you got in reply was silence, and the pressing guilt that you’d ruined your boyfriend’s evening.
Great. Just great.
“Do you need help with your dress?”
The door to the room you and Armin shared at the Inn shut behind you with a faint, resounding click, your partner being the one who’d closed it whilst you made your way to sit on the bed and remove your eels. Glancing up at him, your fingers working at the strap of your last heel, you found him already looking at you, his gaze thoughtful and pondering.
It was clear he still was not convinced that you were “just tired”, as you had claimed and reiterated multiple times on the way back. Armin knew you better than that, and what you usually found to be sweet and endearing just made your already dampened mood worse. You just wanted to bury these feelings, stomp them down until you forgot about them again, and it was clear that Armin was not going to let it go.
“No,” you finally answered, your words coming across a little colder than you’d intended for it to be, “I got it.”
“Are you sure?” He wiped his hands on his trousers, stepping away from the door and a little closer to you. “I don’t mind helping.” He chuckled, shy and adorable. If you weren’t in a downtrodden mood, you’d tease him for it. “I’d love to, actually.”
You subconsciously wrapped your arms around yourself. God, you felt gross, and you didn’t even really know why. Nothing went wrong at the party, everyone was nice, you started off having a good time…and then it’s like a flip switched, and you became hyper aware of everything about your appearance. It was stupid. Why couldn’t you just get over it?
“No, it’s okay.”
Armin’s eyebrows furrowed together, calculating every micro expression you made. “Honey—”
“Armin, I said I got it,” you snapped, and you instantly regretted it when you saw him tense at the tone of your voice. Your eyes immediately softened and darted to the floor below, your shoulders slumping, and despite trying to ignore it, tears pricked the back of your eyelids. “I’m sorry, ’Min. I didn’t mean to…” Didn’t mean to snap. Didn’t mean to ruin your evening with my stupid insecurities. There were so many things that could fill in the blank.
The feeling of the bed dipping with the weight of another person made you look up again. Instead of finding anger painted across his features, you saw understanding, and you felt silly for expecting anything less. Armin rarely got mad at you, and this was no exception.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft whisper, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek and wiping something away with his thumb—a tear, you realized after a moment. “Talk to me.”
You exhaled shakily, leaning into Armin’s touch almost imperceptibly. “It’s stupid.”
The Arlert man shook his head. “It’s not stupid if it makes you upset,” he retorted, repeating something he’d told you many times before. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
You almost laughed at that. Not because it was funny, but the fact he’d said that exact thing two times in one night and each time, your brain refused to accept the subtle compliment, even if your heart yearned to, and you hated it.
“Pretty,” you started slowly, the word tasting bitter in your mouth. “I don’t feel that way.” You fiddled with your fingers, suddenly feeling awkward. “I feel ugly.”
Realization dawned on Armin. He was no stranger to the feelings you’d forgotten about, made aware of it through what you’d shared with him, but hearing you sound so broken, seeing you look so upset over something that he firmly believed was not true…it made him sad. You were so beautiful to him. He wished that you could see yourself through his eyes.
Suddenly, an idea hit him like a freight train. He had a plan; one that could either go perfectly, or one that would make you upset with him. It was a fifty-fifty chance, and he was willing to test those odds.
“That’s bullshit,” he said after a few beats of silence.
You frowned. “What—”
“You’re beautiful, honey,” he told you with absolute certainty, grasping your face in both of his hands now. “I know just saying that won’t do much, but you are.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re breathtaking…” A kiss to your cheek. “…gorgeous…” A kiss to your other cheek. “…pretty…” A kiss to your jaw. “…divine…” A kiss to your nose. “…stunning, mesmerizing, ethereal—”
You found yourself laughing a little, both at the way his kisses tickled and the fact that he knew so many different words for pretty. While those feelings from earlier didn’t disappear, you did feel a little better, and you were amazed at how easily Armin could get your mood to improve, without even pressing you to tell him exactly what triggered such feelings. You truly were lucky that you got to call him yours.
“Wow.” You giggled when he kissed a ticklish spot right below your jaw. “Sooner or later you’re gonna run out of synonyms for ‘beautiful’.”
Armin smiled at the sound of your laughter. “Then I’ll make up my own words for it.” He pulled back to look at you fully, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “You’re so beautiful, and I won’t let you believe otherwise. Not on my watch.”
“Armin…” You had no idea what you wanted to say. However, even if you knew what you wanted to say, any words would fall short because your boyfriend leaned in, his lips a hair’s breadth away, just barely grazing against yours.
“You’re beautiful,” he reiterated, your breaths intermingling. His hands slipped from your face and down your body to rest on your waist. He pulled you closer to him, the space between you shrinking to almost nothing. His touch was tentative, careful, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t. “You’re beautiful.”
He didn’t waste any more time. He closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips for a soft, sweet, tender kiss, one that stole your breath and had your heart leaping in your chest. It started slow, almost experimental, so similar to the first kiss you’d shared years ago. He’d been so shy, so nervous, his face flushed a deep red, and you remember finding it adorable.
However, as you both got more comfortable in your relationship, Armin started to reveal a side to him you’d never seen before—a more confident side, one that mostly came out to play when the two of you got “down and dirty”. The same side that was definitely making itself known in that moment.
With careful, steady precision, Armin’s hands moved to your back, his fingers finding the zipper of the dress that made you look ravishing to him. As he slowly began working the zipper down, he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours, breathless and panting.
“God, I don’t think you know what seeing you in this dress did to me,” he said huskily, his voice an octave lower than usual. “It took all my willpower to not just keep you here when I saw you in it for the first time.”
When the zipper was down, the dress hung loosely on your frame, and he wasted no time in pushing it down, letting it pool at your waist until you helped him take it off completely. You were nearly fully exposed now, only clad in your bra and underwear, and Armin’s eyes dragged over your form hungrily, the ocean blues nearly consumed by his pupils.
“I have to admit, though,” he began, making quick work of unclasping your bra, fumbling with it for a moment before ultimately succeeding, “seeing you out of the dress is even better.”
You were barely thinking straight anymore. Your skin was on fire, arousal pooling deep in your belly. You barely registered that you hadn’t even tried to stop him once when he removed your clothes, your insecurities seeming to have melted away. You were grateful for that. You’d hate to ruin what you knew was going to be the time of your life because of something you deemed stupid.
Without warning, Armin pushed you to lay back on the bed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips at the surprised gasp that left your mouth. He gave you a second to adjust yourself to get comfortable on the mattress, scooting up so that your head could rest comfortably against the pillows—your comfort would always be his top priority—before moving to crawl on top of you. He was sure not to rest all of his weight on you, planting his hands on the pillows beside your head, trapping you in a cage you did not want to escape.
Then, he made his move.
It wasn’t quick. It was clear he was in no rush that night. His lips found yours for another tender peck, one that betrayed the need that pumped through his veins, before moving to your cheek, down to your jaw where his teeth faintly grazed against the soft skin, to your neck where he placed a string of hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against the spots that he knew would draw those pretty sounds from you, those sounds that were like music to his ears.
Armin upped the ante, the kiss he pressed against your collarbone morphing into him sucking at the spot, making you gasp and slightly arch your back in his hold. “Armin,” you whispered, breathless.
He hummed. “Hmm?” His lips trailed up your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and he chuckled softly when he heard a whine spew from your mouth.
You felt like you were on fire. The last remnants of your conscious thought flew out the window, and all you could think about was Armin. About how he was making you feel, about how his teasing was slowly driving you crazy but in the best way, about how you wanted him to move faster…Armin was the only thing on your mind.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are, lovey,” he whispered into your ear, his breath fanning against your skin sending shivers down your spine.
Armin’s voice was soft, soothing, and infuriatingly calm. How could he be so calm when you were practically falling apart, ready to drop to your knees and do whatever he wanted if it meant he would just fuck you already? How could he move so slow, his hands gliding down your body like he had all the time in the world, when you were practically oozing impatience, about to explode from how worked up you were?
However, when Armin pulled back from your neck, you looked at him, and one glance at your partner had your breath hitching, the words—“please hurry up”—dying on your tongue. His eyes, blue like the skies on a clear day, dragged over your body like he was looking at the most beautiful piece of art in the world, and to him, you were. That gorgeous painting you both had seen in Marley that cost more than life itself paled in comparison to you in Armin’s eyes. You were perfect to him, and nothing could compare to you.
“Armin, please,” you pleaded softly.
He merely smiled, a faux innocent one that could fool anyone into believing that this sweet man was incapable of anything as filthy as this. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take care of you.” He kissed the tip of your nose, and in an unexpected move, one of his hands teasingly brushed against your clothed cunt for barely a second, causing a whine to tear from your throat at the small but delicious amount of friction. “My beautiful girl, all worked up for me.”
“Armin—”
“Shh,” he gently shushed you, using the same hand that had grazed your covered core to cup your cheek for a moment, the tender gesture a stark contrast to how you were feeling. “I have to admire my girl first.”
That’s when Armin finally moved. He repeated that same pattern from earlier—kissing your lips, your cheek, going down your jaw and to your neck—before finally doing something more. With unhurried, deliberate movements, he trailed lower, kissing, sucking, kissing again, making sure not to miss even an inch of skin, until his face was right by your left breast, his breath hot and heavy as his eyes flickered up to look a your face for a split second, ensuring that you were okay with what he was doing.
“Is this still okay?” he inquired, eyebrows raised in question.
You nearly laughed at that, breathless and worked up beyond belief. “Is that a serious question?”
He chuckled. “Just checking in.” With the reassurance that he hadn’t crossed a line you perhaps wouldn’t want crossed after your inner turmoil that night, he resumed his task, latching his mouth around your nipple.
A broken gasp escaped your chest, white hot pleasure shooting through your body. You instinctively arched against him, your hands flying to his shoulders and gripping onto them for dear life as his tongue flicked around the sensitive bud. One of his hands came up to fondle at your other breast, further adding to the pleasure you were already experiencing.
He worked at a pace he knew you loved. He’d spent countless nights listening every sound you made, studying every reaction to his touch, memorizing what you liked and what made you fall apart for him.
However, it wasn’t enough. You wanted—no, you needed—more.
“Armin.” You said his name like a prayer, your tone perfectly conveying what you wanted. “Please.”
Armin could have chosen to tease you. He could have been smug, said “please what?”, made you beg for it. He’d done it before. But not that night. He chose to be sweet that night.
With one last swirl of his tongue, Armin’s mouth lifted from your boob with a pop, looking at you for a few moments before lowering his head again, kissing down your body at a leisure pace. He made sure not to miss an inch of skin, loving on every part of your body as he descended down to where you needed him most, and you had to admit that it made your heart do a little pitter patter against you ribcage. He was being extra sweet, and you loved it.
“Beautiful,” he whispered when he kissed the skin right above your navel. “Gorgeous,” he muttered when he moved to your hip bone. “Stunning.” He was at the spot right above your underwear. “Absolutely divine.” His kisses moved further south, teeth gently nipping at the soft skin on your inner thigh. “So fucking beautiful.”
You were a wreck. His words of praise were doing things to you, making you desperate and needy. Your fingers tangled in his hair, lost in the sensations, and when Armin tugged your underwear down, you eagerly lifted your hips, anticipation building in you at the prospect of what’s to come.
“Goddamn.” A noise that was a mix between a gasp and a groan fell from Armin’s lips. In a slow, calculated move, he dragged a finger through your folds, his digit instantly drenched in your arousal. “So wet already, huh?”
With slow, deliberate movements, Armin licked his finger clean, groaning at the taste of you. The restraint finally snapping, Armin practically dove in head first, his hands gripping your thighs and keeping them apart before adjusting himself between your legs to be more comfortable. Glancing up at you one last time to ensure that you were okay and seeing no hesitation, he made his first move.
The first flick of his tongue against your clit made you jolt. White-hot desire washed over you like a wave, and the noise you let out would make anyone that heard it blush the deepest shade of red. Then he did it again, and again, and again…
In almost no time at all, you were a moaning, breathless mess. Your fingers tightened in Armin’s hair, his blonde locks your only anchor in an ocean of pleasure, an anchor that grew weaker as the seconds ticked by and your partner showed everything his mouth could do. He sucked your clit, precise and just how he knew you liked it. He was making you feel so good. So, so good.
“Armin,” you moaned loudly, bucking your hips up against his face. Armin only hummed in response, the vibration sending a small shock through your body. “Fuck, oh my god…shit!”
You raised your head to peer down at him for a moment, and the sight that you saw knocked the remaining air you had from your lungs. There he was, eating you out like a man offered a banquet after weeks of starvation and you were his meal, the hair that wasn’t between your fingers sticking to his forehead as sweat trickled down, but he didn’t seem to care. His only thought was you, his only mission making you feel good.
In a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it move, Armin’s mouth shifted from your clit, replaced by his thumb applying gentle pressure and rubbing small, tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue delved into the welcoming heat of your cunt, moaning at the taste of you. You infiltrated all of his senses. All he could smell was the scent of your arousal mixed with the perfume he’d bought for you. All he could feel was your soft skin, the way you ground against his dace as you chased that high that he could tell was approaching. All he could taste was your deliciously addictive juices. All he could see when he glanced up was the way your head lolled from side to side, your mouth formed into an “o” shape, your face twisted with that beautiful expression only he ever got to see. And all he could hear was the sweet, melodic sounds you made that told him he was doing a good job.
Fuck, you were everything to Armin. You were like a drug he never wanted to quit.
The feeling of your approaching release came at record speed. A fire burned low in your abdomen, the coil winding tighter and tighter and threatening to snap at any moment. You were incredibly close, and some far-off part of your mind marvelled at how he’d managed to get you like that so quickly.
“Oh shit,” you moaned, lightly pulling at his hair and successfully eliciting a groan from him. “’Min, I’m—I’m so close—I—”
That only spurred him on. His tongue curled into you with more precision, his thumb rubbing tighter circles against your clit, focused entirely on getting you over that edge. And get you there, he did.
With one, two, three more circles against your clit, the floodgates opened. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, and you came undone with a shout of his name, your hips bucking against his face repeatedly, your legs shaking, your eyes screwed shut. Pure, unadulterated bliss coursed through you, further amplified by Armin helping you through it, his tongue lazily moving in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm.
When you shifted your hips away from him, Armin took that as his cue to let up. He pressed two kisses to each of your inner thighs, slow and tender, before kissing his way up your body in a similar fashion as earlier when he’d kissed his way down, worshipping you like you were a goddess; and to him, you were.
Reaching the top, Armin hovered over you, leaning in to capture your lips with his for a sweet kiss, one that spoke more than words ever could. It was one of love, of admiration, of silent promises to always remind you of how beautiful you were. It was perfect.
Armin was the first to pull away. He leaned back slightly, the corners of his mouth quirked up into a soft smile. “I love you,” he whispered quietly, his cheeks dusted with that familiar pink you’d grown accustomed to when he got shy.
You returned his smile with one of your own, your hand coming up to gently cup his cheek. You thanked your lucky stars that you’d found someone as perfect as Armin to love and care for, that someone as amazing as him loved and cared for you the same way. Someone that would be there for you, even on days like that, and he’d be there to reassure you when you needed it.
“I love you too.”
General taglist: @francisofthespook @angelsanarchy @negansbestie @holdmytesseract @lovergyal @levislolita @stellar-waves
content age gap (reader is 20 something and troy is late 40's 😛), car sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, no she/her pronouns, reader has a vagina (cunt, pussy, she used), not edited, lowercase intended
You sit, worn leather keeping you comfortable. dancing your fingers across the back of his hand you ramble. words spill out of you; words about your day, words about your annoying coworker, words about how you can't wait to find your own place. every ten minutes he's lecturing you about having your whole body turned towards him and every time you roll your eyes and sit forward. despite the interruptions you go right back into rambling until you get another untimely lecture. by the time you've arrived at the spot you've been lectured six times and you've gone off on three different tangents. practically buzzing you unbuckle yourself and climb on your knees. facing him once more you give him a wide smile. teeth on full display as you subconsciously lean forward. he claimed he had a picnic spread for you two but you were more concerned with something else you wanted to eat.
"Darlin', what did I say 'bout sitting like that."
"You said when we're moving. We're not moving."
"Has anyone told you that you don't listen?"
"Yeah, you. All the time."
"And I meant it."
"Yeah, yeah. Wanna see the new bra I got or not?"
"Of course, come here."
you drum your fingers across the middle console as he sloooooowly slides his seat back. as much as you hate climbing into the thing, his truck offers you plenty of room to climb over and into his lap. settling down, you go to peel off your top. an old oversized school shirt hiding your intentions. he watches with bright eyes as you throw your top somewhere in the back seat. his eyes rake over your chest, tits peaking over black lace. he can see your areolas through the lace and when he brushes his thumbs over your nipples he's greeted with hardened outlines.
"Real pretty, Darlin'. When'd you get this?"
"Last week, you told me to get somethin' pretty for my birthday so I did."
"You plannin' on wearin' this to your party?"
"Maybe, I guess you'll have to wait and see."
you give him a giggly grin, all bubbles and sunshine as you imagine. maybe he'll follow you to the bathroom and be surprised when you're wearing the matching panties. oh, or maybe he'll wait until after the party and fuck you in the upstairs bathroom after teasing him all day. you bite at your nail and slightly rub yourself against his jeans.
"Baby, you're rubbing against me but starin' out the back window."
"Sorry, I got lost in thought."
"I'm right here and you're over here thinkin' about me instead?"
"Sorry."
you're sheepish, heat blooming across your face. his hands slide down your sides until he's gripping your hips.
"You ain't gotta apologize to me, sweetheart."
you smile again and give him a test grind to show him your appreciation. he hums and pops open the button on your jeans. patting the console you widen your eyes. crawling into position on the console you watch as he pops his door open. he slips out the truck and pulls you back into the drivers seat. without your help he yanks your jeans down your legs and into the back seat. you giggle and spread your legs. plush thighs squished against cool leather. the fall air nips your toes but you ignore it because you know how much it'll help. he rests his knees against the step. his head bowed as he kisses you through your underwear. gentle lips trace pretty designs as you nibble on your thumbnail. he glances up at you and you give him a small smile. he grins, canines sharp against his bottom lip. he pulls your underwear to the side, and much to your embarrassment, takes a deep whiff. you reach forward and shove his head back only for him to bark out a laugh.
"Don't get all shy on me now. Let me get my fill, daffodil."
you huff, your hand slipping down to spread yourself open for him. he palms himself through his jeans and simply watches your pretty pussy flutter for him. he knows you'd be satisfied with some touches, maybe a lick here and there. unfortunately for you he's not so simple. leaning forward again he takes your clit in his mouth and gently flicks his tongue over it. he alternates between sucking and tonguing your bundle of nerves.
"Troy. Please fuck me."
"Not yet."
"With your fingers. Want them in me."
he gives your clit a peck before leaning back enough to watch. he positions your hands so you stay open nice and wide for him. he slips his middle finger into you, your walls clenching down around him. you bite your tongue and keep your complaints deep in your throat. he adds another finger and with each thrust you get closer. by the third finger you've already came. short breathy whines pushing past your lips as he continues. you're so wet. so ready to take his cock but he wants more. wants to taste you until you cum on his tongue.
"You got such a pretty pussy. She wants to cum for me again, doesn't she?"
he pulls his fingers out with a slick sound and your hips chase after them. sliding forward you pout at him with all the contempt you can manage. he tsks you and sets you back up. legs spread and pussy on full display. satisfied he leans back down and kisses your hole. beard tickling your thighs until you swear you can feel heat. gliding your fingers through his hair, you gently run them through knots as he works. he'd be annoyed if you weren't making those soft sounds. hums and whines of his name as he eats you out. tongue moving in different patterns as his hands keep your thighs from closing around his head. your hips are grinding against him, his nose smushed against your clit with each one. you're about to push him off, that overwhelming feeling pushing you back against the console. he doesn't let up, simply following you with his mouth. you lean over and your orgasm rushes out of you. panting above him your hands move on their own. pulling him up, you place breathless kisses against his lips. wrapping your arms around his neck you shove your tongue into his mouth. he smiles against your lips and kisses you for a few minutes longer before moving down. chapped lips brush against your jawline as your breathing evens.
"Crawl on in the back there for me. Hands and knees."
you give him a soft okay and do as he says. as you crawl over the middle console and into the back seat you catch a glance of him unbuckling his belt. you watch behind you and feel your pussy clench as he opens the door with no shirt and his boxers poking through his open jeans.
"Head forward, baby. Keep your arm on the door so you don't bump your head."
"I know. Promise you'll actually hold onto me this time?"
"That was an accident and you know it."
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say old man."
he mutters under his breath as he climbs into the truck. something about i'll show you old man. you're about to tease him again, joke about him being unable to get it up. see how annoying you can be. up until the head of his fat cock splits you open with each inch. resting your forehead against your arm you take shaky breaths. the burn between your thighs is nothing compared to the ecstasy coursing through your veins. you loved his fingers, the way they filled you, but nothing compares to his cock. bottomed out, he moves your hair so he can get a full view of your back. the fine hairs that litter your skin, the imperfections gracing your skin, and how it all ties together into being you.
his cock jumps as he gets lost in the feeling of your core. he wishes he could stay like this forever. just you, soft and pretty, kneeling there simply taking his cock. up until your quiet breathing turns into needy begging for him to move. he takes pity on you, your inexperience making you struggle with patience. leaning down he places a simple kiss between your shoulder blades as his arm wraps around your middle. holding on tight he gives you no time to adjust before he's jackhammering away. each thrust is accompanied with loud slaps as his hips slam against your ass. you're being so loud. such a difference from the times he fucks you in his apartment. your fear of the neighbors hearing you completely abandoned. you feel like a pornstar and you constantly change your pitch to maintain normalcy. unfortunately, you go straight back into high pitched oh my gods and Jesus, Troy, right there. your free hand twitches against his and his voice is gentle as he guides you.
"I won't stop you, baby. Go on 'head and play with yourself for me. That's right. Gentle circles. Keep going."
you try your hardest to keep your movements slow and deliberate. try to ignore the heartbeat in your clit as you get closer to that earlier ledge. the feeling in your abdomen twists and bleeds into your fingers as you lose control. ignoring his complaints you rub at your clit as you want. tight circles and hard pressure. your fingers are slick as you rub at yourself. you hear a deep groan and feel hot ropes of cum push against your cervix. gasping the feeling in your abdomen only gets stronger until the immense pressure gushes out of you and onto his seats. slumping down your chest presses against the seat as your hips keep position. rubbing soothing circles into your hips he teases you.
"First time squirting, darlin'?"
"Did I?"
"All over my seats, yeah. Didn't think I'd have to bring an extra change of clothes."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think I could do that."
"Are you kiddin' me, sweetheart? You just needed a man to get you there."
you humph and pull away. sitting on one end of the backseat you blink at him slowly. sleep infests each blink and you can feel the fit of yawns making their way onto your face. kissing him softly you pull back and rub your cheek against his.
"I can clean this up then we can have our picnic."
"How about you climb into the front seat and take a nap. I'll clean up and get everything set up and wake you in an hour."
"I'm not tired."
"So you're over here blinkin' at me like a cat but you're not tired? Oh, and there's the yawns. Go lay down. Here."
he hands you your clothes and you situate yourself. climbing through the middle you plop yourself into the passenger seat with a deep stretch and yawn. curling into your side, you hear him move around to the bed of the truck before something warm is snuggled against you. hugging the blanket close you fall into unconsciousness the moment the soft fibers hit your cheek.
You sit, worn leather keeps you comfortable. dancing your fingers across the back of his hand you ramble. words spill out of you; words about your day, words about your annoying coworker, words about how you can't wait to find your own place. every ten minutes he's lecturing you about having your whole body turned towards him and every time you roll your eyes and sit forward. despite the interruptions, you go right back into rambling until you get another untimely lecture. by the time you've arrived at the spot you've been lectured six times and you've gone off on three different tangents. practically buzzing you unbuckle yourself and climb on your knees. facing him once more you give him a wide smile. teeth on full display as you subconsciously lean forward. he claimed he had a picnic spread for you two but you were more concerned with something else you wanted to eat.
"Darlin', what did I say 'bout sitting like that?"
"You said when we're moving. We're not moving."
"Has anyone told you that you don't listen?"
"Yeah, you. All the time."
"And I meant it."
"Yeah, yeah. Wanna see the new bra I got or not?"
"Of course, come here."
you drum your fingers across the middle console as he sloooooowly slides his seat back. as much as you hate climbing into the thing his truck offers you plenty of room to climb over and into his lap. settling down, you go to peel off your top. an old oversized school shirt hides your intentions. he watches with bright eyes as you throw your top somewhere in the back seat. his eyes rake over your chest, tits peaking over black lace. he can see your areolas through the lace and when he brushes his thumbs over your nipples he's greeted with hardened outlines.
"Real pretty, Darlin'. When'd you get this?"
"Last week, you told me to get somethin' pretty for my birthday so I did."
"You plannin' on wearin' this to your party?"
"Maybe, I guess you'll have to wait and see."
you give him a giggly grin, all bubbles and sunshine as you imagine. maybe he'll follow you to the bathroom and be surprised when you're wearing the matching panties. oh, or maybe he'll wait until after the party and fuck you in the upstairs bathroom after teasing him all day. you bite at your nail and slightly rub yourself against his jeans.
"Baby, you're rubbing against me but are staring out the back window."
"Sorry, I got lost in thought."
"I'm right here and you're over here thinkin' about me instead?"
"Sorry."
you're sheepish, heat blooming across your face. his hands slide down your sides until he's gripping your hips.
"You ain't gotta apologize to me, sweetheart."
you smile again and give him a test grind to show him your appreciation. he hums and pops open the button on your jeans. patting the console you widen your eyes. crawling into position on the console you watch as he pops his door open. he slips out of the truck and pulls you back into the driver's seat. without your help, he yanks your jeans down your legs and into the back seat. you giggle and spread your legs. plush thighs squished against cool leather. the fall air nips your toes but you ignore it because you know how much it'll help. he rests his knees against the step. his head bows as he kisses you through your underwear. gentle lips trace pretty designs as you nibble on your thumbnail. he glances up at you and you give him a small smile. he grins, canines sharp against his bottom lip. he pulls your underwear to the side, and much to your embarrassment, takes a deep whiff. you reach forward and shove his head back only for him to bark out a laugh.
"Don't get all shy on me now. Let me get my fill, daffodil."
you huff, your hand slipping down to spread yourself open for him. he palms himself through his jeans and simply watches your pretty pussy flutter for him. he knows you'd be satisfied with some touches, maybe a lick here and there. unfortunately for you, he's not so simple. leaning forward again he takes your clit in his mouth and gently flicks his tongue over it. he alternates between sucking and tonguing your bundle of nerves.
"Troy. Please fuck me."
"Not yet."
"With your fingers. Want them in me."
he gives your clit a peck before leaning back enough to watch. he positions your hands so you stay open nice and wide for him. he slips his middle finger into you, your walls clenching down around him. you bite your tongue and keep your complaints deep in your throat. he adds another finger and with each thrust, you get closer. by the third finger you've already come. short breathy whines pushing past your lips as he continues. you're so wet. so ready to take his cock but he wants more. wants to taste you until you cum on his tongue.
"You got such a pretty pussy. She wants to cum for me again, doesn't she?"
he pulls his fingers out with a slick sound and your hips chase after them. sliding forward you pout at him with all the contempt you can manage. he tsks you and sets you back up. legs spread and pussy on full display. satisfied he leans back down and kisses your hole. beard tickling your thighs until you swear you can feel heat. gliding your fingers through his hair, you gently run them through knots as he works. he'd be annoyed if you weren't making those soft sounds. hums and whines of his name as he eats you out. tongue moving in different patterns as his hands keep your thighs from closing around his head. your hips are grinding against him, his nose smushed against your clit with each one. you're about to push him off, that overwhelming feeling pushing you back against the console. he doesn't let up, simply following you with his mouth. you lean over and your orgasm rushes out of you. panting above him your hands move on their own. pulling him up, you place breathless kisses against his lips. wrapping your arms around his neck you shove your tongue into his mouth. he smiles against your lips and kisses you for a few minutes longer before moving down. chapped lips brush against your jawline as your breathing evens.
"Crawl on in the back there for me. Hands and knees."
you give him a soft okay and do as he says. as you crawl over the middle console and into the back seat you catch a glance at him unbuckling his belt. you watch behind you and feel your pussy clench as he opens the door with no shirt and his boxers poking through his open jeans.
"Head forward, baby. Keep your arm on the door so you don't bump your head."
"I know. Promise you'll actually hold onto me this time?"
"That was an accident and you know it."
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, old man."
he mutters under his breath as he climbs into the truck. something about I'll show you old man. you're about to tease him again, joke about him being unable to get it up. see how annoying you can be. up until the head of his fat cock is splitting you open with each inch. resting your forehead against your arm you take shaky breaths. the burn between your thighs is nothing compared to the ecstasy coursing through your veins. you loved his fingers, the way they filled you, but nothing compares to his cock. bottomed out he moves your hair so he can get a full view of your back. the fine hairs that litter your skin, the imperfections gracing your back, and how it all ties together into being you.
his cock jumps as he gets lost in the feeling of your core. he wishes he could stay like this forever. just you, soft and pretty, kneeling there simply taking his cock. up until your quiet breathing turns into needy begging for him to move. he takes pity on you, your inexperience making you struggle with patience. leaning down he places and simple kiss between your shoulder blades as his arms wrap around your middle. holding on tight he gives you no time to adjust before he's jackhammering away. each thrust is accompanied by loud slaps as his hips slam against your ass. you're being so loud. such a difference from the times he fucks you in his apartment. your fear of the neighbors hearing you is completely abandoned. you feel like a pornstar and you constantly change your pitch to maintain normalcy. unfortunately, you go straight back into high-pitched oh my gods and Jesus, Troy, right there. your free hand twitches against his and his voice is gentle as he guides you.
"I won't stop you, baby. Go on 'head and play with yourself for me. That's right. Gentle circles. Keep going."
you try your hardest to keep your movements slow and deliberate. try to ignore the heartbeat in your clit as you get closer to that earlier ledge. the feeling in your abdomen twists and bleeds into your fingers as you lose control. ignoring his complaints you rub at your clit as you want. tight circles and hard pressure. your fingers are slick as you rub at yourself. you hear a deep groan and feel hot ropes of cum push against your cervix. gasping, the feeling in your abdomen only gets stronger until the immense pressure gushes out of you and onto his seats. slumping down, your chest presses against the seat as your hips keep their position. rubbing soothing circles into your hips he teases you.
"First time squirting, darlin'?"
"Did I?"
"All over my seats, yeah. Didn't think I'd have to bring an extra change of clothes."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think I could do that."
"Are you kiddin' me, sweetheart? You just needed a man to get you there."
you humph and pull away. sitting on one end of the backseat you blink at him slowly. sleep infests each blink and you can feel the fit of yawns making their way onto your face. kissing him softly you pull back and rub your cheek against his.
"I can clean this up then we can have our picnic."
"How about you climb into the front seat and take a nap. I'll clean up and get everything set up and wake you in an hour."
"I'm not tired."
"So you're over here blinkin' at me like a cat but you're not tired? Oh, and there's the yawns. Go lay down. Here."
he hands you your clothes and you situate yourself. climbing through the middle, you plop yourself into the passenger seat with a deep stretch and yawn. curling into your side, you hear him move around to the bed of the truck before something warm is snuggled against you. hugging the blanket close, you fall into unconsciousness the moment the soft fibers hit your cheek.
Mechanic!Troy Otto x Reader for @francisofthespook
a loud ting rings in your ears as you kick at your tire. your boot takes most of the damage as it connects with the metal part. you check your phone again, it's been over an hour and you're starting to lose hope. you're rooting around in your car when you hear rocks kicking up. poking your head up, you take in the large truck heading down the road. perking up, you move to stand towards your trunk. the truck stops a little further down from your car, dust floating around the wheels. you raise your hand, blocking out the harsh sun that beats down on you. watching, you make out a man coming from the driver's side. you try standing tall. try to look like you have any idea about cars. thick boots thud their way towards you, stopping a few feet away.
"Hello, darlin'. Name's Troy. What's the problem?"
"Hi. My engine. It just kinda stopped in the middle of me driving."
"Any smoke? Weird sounds?"
"Yeah, it started doing this like errrrrrr ahhhh. Like grinding metal screaming, y'know?"
he stops writing to look up at you. a hint of an amused smile dancing on his lips.
"Right, screaming metal. Got it. Anything else unusual you can tell me?"
"Not really. It started screeching so I turned down this road and it just stopped. Can't even turn it back on without a lot of sound."
"Alright, I'll go on 'head and take your car up to my truck and take ya'll on down to my shop. If you want, you can go on and sit in my truck until I'm done."
"I think imma watch. Make sure my baby gets on safe and sound."
he gives you a polite nod before walking back towards his truck. taking the time alone you start emptying your car of any necessities. you end up shoving most things into your purse only keeping your work bag on your other arm. you're done just as he's backed up far enough to hook your car to his chain. taking a few steps back you watch him work. short sleeves stick tight to his biceps. muscles jumping with every movement as he hooks the bumper of your car to his truck's chain. he gestures for you to follow him to the front of the truck. you walk around the side and stop in front of him.
"I'm about to leave. Just gotta raise your car. Doors already unlocked."
you give him a small okay and pass by him to climb into the passenger's side. sitting down you place your bag down onto the floor in front of you. your purse sits comfortably on your lap and you tap your fingers along it. looking through the back window you watch as he moves his hands around until the truck starts shaking. gripping your purse tight, you twist back forward when he starts moving towards the driver's door. climbing into the truck he lets out a soft grunt after getting comfortable. chewing on your bottom lip you let him get on the road before talking.
"You said we were going to your shop? Are you a mechanic?"
"Yes. I'll be the one working on your car."
"I didn't know tow truck drivers were also mechanics. That's so cool."
"Most aren't. I was the one who took your call so I decided to come and pick you up."
"Ohhhh, okay. So you're normally a mechanic who sometimes moonlights as a tow truck driver. Fun."
"Mechanic is what I want to do, it's the fun part of the job. Unfortunately, I have owner stuff I have to do most of the time."
"So you own your own shop too? Wow. That must be a lot of shit to go through everyday."
"You ain't lying. Lots of work goes into running a repair shop."
"I can only imagine. I barely like having one job I couldn't imagine having three at once."
"At least I have someone running the front of the shop and a few mechanics but that doesn't stop me from having to work doubles."
wow. you turn your head back to the road as your smooth ride becomes bumpy over gravel. looking around you take in the assortment of cars littering the parking lot and the large building sitting in front of you. a few garages pepper the edges of the shop, some with their shutters raised and some down. he turns and turns until he's backing into one of the garages. your car is lowered onto the ground by some other mechanic. popping open the door, you slip out with a small huff and a stretch.
"Do you have a ride home, darlin'? You can call them real quick before we talk. It won't take long."
you can feel heat climbing up your neck as you suddenly remember you're gonna need a ride home.
"I'll call an Uber, This isn't my normal state. I'm remote so instead of taking off work I just go places. Obviously, my car didn't quite agree with this trip."
"I can give you a ride, if ya want. I'm heading out for lunch here after I get all ya information."
lunch at 3 pm? maybe he couldn't get out until now? "I would really appreciate it."
he gives you a genuine smile and with a tilt of his head leads you to the front. you follow behind, your eyes wandering all around the shop with each step. the next ten minutes are spent giving him your information, your car's information, and him telling you it shouldn't take more than a week to fix... hopefully.
Does it count as roadkill if Daryl killed it ? What if he killed it... while on the road ?? I'm taking these prompts loosely lol.
Also- friendly reminder again that I am still kinda learning how to draw again, its been forever ! So I know its not great, but I'm having fun doing these !! I'm trying different styles, brushes, and lineart technique,s so while I'm still learning, pls be nice !!
(Kinktober 1 post coming tomorrow !!! I was gonna post it today, but I'm still not finished, so I'm swapping it with tomorrow's post, which was supposed to be this artwork.)
Taglist: @angelicarlert (I didn't have a checkbox for artwork, which I'm gonna add, so lmk if you don't wanna be tagged for these !)
mechanic troy fixing your car and (with barely contained disgust) explains that from now on you aren't allowed back to that mechanic shop you've been going to for years because your car has been slowly deteriorating because of their maintenance
telling you you're only allowed back at his shop WITH him as your mechanic because he knows how to handle a beauty, flaws and all (you're standing there a little hot as you wonder if he's only talking about your car)
like I said before, pleeeeeease don't hold me to this lol ! as much as I want to complete this whole thing I am a full time college student so I will do the best I can but here's my goretober/kinktober list ! Kinktober prompts borrowed and moved around from @angelicarlert <3 and the goretober list I'm using can be found here. I already posted for day 1, and you can find that here. Looking forward to writing and drawing this month, and seeing what all yall do ! <3
imagine this: daryl dixon is crushing hard on f reader, hes not the "dating" type, he gets nervous around girls, hes not a virgin, hes just used to hook ups. So daryl is nervous and asks reader out, its super cute and adorable, and he takes her on a ride on his bike and takes her to a little spot for lunch or something. She can tell hes nervous, she calms him down. They eat, and then she climbs in his lap and rides that mannnn
A/N: Ugh I love this
MDNI 18+
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, light praise, clit play, lap riding, scratching/nail marks, lots of kissing and tenderness,
𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍
Daryl Dixon wasn’t used to this feeling. His whole life he’d kept things simple, hookups in back alleys, fumbling in the dark with women whose names he never asked, quick releases that meant nothing once the sweat dried. He knew how to fuck, sure, but he didn’t know how to date.
And yet, when it came to you, his palms sweated and his tongue tied itself in knots like he was fifteen again. So asking you out felt like climbing a mountain. “You, uh… wanna maybe go for a ride sometime?” he muttered, half hiding behind his hair. You smiled, soft and easy. “I’d love to” He damn near melted on the spot.
The growl of his bike filled the quiet road, the air whipping through your hair as you held onto him from behind. He was tense, shoulders locked, but every time you squeezed a little tighter around his waist he swore he could breathe easier. He brought you out past the edge of town, to a clearing that opened onto rolling hills. A blanket was strapped to the back, along with a paper bag. When he parked, he fumbled with the straps, ears turning red. “Figured we could… y’know. Eat up here” You grinned “Daryl, this is perfect”
You sat together on the blanket, sharing sandwiches he’d awkwardly packed, and you caught him sneaking glances at you every time you licked mayo from your thumb or laughed too loud. His nerves buzzed in the air like static. You touched his hand gently, stilling his fidgeting.
“Hey. Relax. It’s just me” His eyes finally locked on yours. Rough, uncertain, but full of something that made your chest squeeze. You leaned in first, kissing him softly. He froze for half a second, then melted, kissing you back like he’d been waiting his whole life.
You didn’t even realize you’d climbed into his lap until you felt the hard bulge pressing against you. Daryl’s hands shot to your hips like he couldn’t stop himself. “Shit” he breathed, voice rough. “You sure ’bout this?” he asked looking at you, “Positive” you whispered, rolling your hips just enough to make him groan.
His jaw clenched, his hands slid under your shirt, rough palms skimming your waist. You tugged at his belt, but he caught your wrist, “Let me, fuck, lemme just-” He pushed his jeans down enough to free himself, his cock thick and flushed, veins standing out as he fisted it nervously.
You shifted your panties aside and sank down slow. Both of you gasped, the world holding still as you took him in inch by inch. “Goddamn” he choked, hands clutching your thighs “Tight as hell, fuck, feels so good”
You started slow, rocking in his lap, savouring the stretch. Daryl’s head tipped back, eyes half-lidded, a low moan spilling from his throat. He didn’t know whether to watch your tits bouncing in your shirt or the way his cock disappeared inside you, so he did both, gaze darting up and down, hungry and overwhelmed. “Look at ya” he rasped, fingers digging into your hips “Ridin’ me like you were made for it”
Your nails scratched down his shoulders as you sped up, the slap of skin loud in the quiet clearing. His hips started meeting yours, sharp thrusts that drove him deeper, harder, until you cried out. “Yeah, fuck yeah, that’s it” he panted, face buried in your neck.
“My girl. You’re mine” You clenched around him, the word mine dragging you closer to the edge. “Daryl-” you gasped, head tilting back. He slipped one hand between your bodies, his rough fingers finding your clit. Circling, pressing, teasing until your thighs shook. “Cum on me, sweetheart” he begged, voice breaking. “Please, wanna feel ya, need it”
The coil inside you snapped, pleasure ripping through you as you clenched down around him. You cried his name, nails clawing his shoulders, riding him through the waves. That was all it took. His hips jerked, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled with a low moan. His arms locked around you, holding you flush to his chest as he came undone.
You slumped against him, both of you breathing hard, sweat sticking your bodies together. He pressed a shaky kiss to your temple, still trembling. “Ain’t never…” He stopped, swallowed, tried again. “Ain’t never felt nothin’ like that. Ain’t never wanted nobody like I want you” You smiled, kissing his jaw “Good. ’Cause I want you too”
For once, Daryl Dixon didn’t feel like the man who only knew quick fucks and lonely nights. He felt like a man who could finally stay.
A/N: This is the little oneshot that goes with the moodboard I posted the other day ! I've had this idea spinning around in my head every night before I go to bed, and I finally wrote it down. Also, I'm trying to work on actually finishing the writings that I started lol bc I've been starting a lot of stuff but never finishing it ugh ! Let me know what you guys think of this, and also I have started a google form for my taglist ! So fill this out if you want to be tagged in future works !
The gates of Alexandria creaked open behind you, but you didn’t couldn’t be bothered to look. Instead, your focus was on the weathered book in your hands and re-reading it for the millionth time. The once red and black book, now a faded pink and grey, was the one constant you had in your life, and it was a daily ritual to flip through as many pages as you could before you were called off to do whatever job they needed you for or until it was too dark to discern any of the words. You were grateful beyond belief to have stumbled upon this community a few years back, but you did miss the quiet and solitude of traversing the wasteland alone. You hunched down further against the rotting wood of the bench and tried to block out the noise with the quiet ripple of the pond in front of you.
The sun hung low in the sky, making it harder for you to read the worn words on the pages, but you would stay out here as long as you could. Out here at the old gazebo seemed to be the only place where people left you alone. When you first moved in, you took to reading on your porch in the evenings after the long days. Every evening with bloodstained fingers flipping through the frail pages, and your aching feet kicked up on the bannister, this had been your routine until you quickly learned that it somehow screamed ‘currently welcoming conversation!’ to the residents. By that time in the evening, you had grown tired of being around other people, and you were sick of answering “why do you keep reading that same book over and over?”. They would never understand; they couldn't. Most of these people had been here since the fall. You had been on your own for years by the time you made it there.
So you searched high and low for a place that instead screamed ‘FUCK OFF!’ so that you could have a little peace and quiet to read your book each evening. With a deep sigh, you traced your finger over the penned ink and re-read the small annotation over again. ‘Atticus may not teach you how to shoot, but I will. Meet me by the creek at midnight <3’. It was probably stupid, and you could just hear your old therapist telling you how unhealthy it would be to obsess over something like this. But truthfully, it's what kept you sane. You could imagine Mr. Trover would suggest to ‘move on’ and ‘open yourself to love again, ’ but finding love is a rarity in this world. So instead, you resorted to reading and re-reading the same book, and the same little notes over and over and over again until the pain was a little less loud than normal.
Aaron led the group through the gate, and they followed hesitantly. Daryl was rightfully anxious about the looks of this new place. None of the group could fully comprehend how a place like this could go so long virtually intact from the horrors of the world. But they were desperate, and it was a chance they were willing to take. Rick eyed the small community, scanning for any possible danger, but all he was met with were the curious yet disturbed looks of the residents. The group's anxieties grew as much as they diminished with each passing second inside these strange walls. Aaron began talking to them, explaining some things about the community and introducing them to the leader. But Daryl wasn’t paying attention.
Instead, Daryl continued to scan the area with his trained eyes. If there were a threat to be found, trust that he would find it and snuff it out faster than it would take that threat to aim. The burning sun beat down on him and caused sweat to form on his already clammy brow. He was on edge and on alert. He took in the few people in the streets and didn't miss the way they looked at him. ‘Fuck them,’ he thought. These people wouldn't last a day out there, let alone years like he had.
You could hear Aaron somewhere off in the distance behind you, welcoming the new group, but you didn't dare turn around. These people were already so helpless, you took up the bulk of the work when it came to anything outside of the walls, and the last thing you needed was more people to have to worry about. Of course, you cared; that was your fatal flaw. But your caring and empathy for these people left you overworked and worn out. You hunted for them as much as you could, but you could only do so much. Deanna’s son helped out too, and a few others, but it just wasn’t enough. They didn’t have the same experience as you, the same survival skills, and that left you feeling like you had to carry the majority of the work. You could only hope that this new group at least had some more capable members.
As it grew darker, you acknowledged that it was time to head back to your house. You carefully closed the book, careful not to tear the spine any more than it already was. The front was so faded now that you could barely read the title, and a big splotch of blood stained the cover that you had tried to wipe off a few years back but ended up just smearing the ink. It now read ‘To ill a ingbird’. The neon pink heart sticker that wrapped around the spine was so old now that it only had two points left. The text on it that once read ‘some bunny loves you’ along with the crude drawing of a cartoon bunny, was now fully faded. You traced the bloodstain and the rips in the cover lovingly. It hurt your heart to see something that you treasured so much to have undergone such changes, but it was kinda like you, right? Your fingertips moved to the large scar that stretched from the top of your left shoulder, underneath your tank top strap, and down to the middle of your sternum. You grimaced at the memory.
You sat up a little straighter, the small book in your lap, and admired the water for a while. If you tried hard enough, sitting here with the sun setting and a subtle breeze blowing through your hair, you could almost convince yourself that everything was fine. Almost. You stretched, your back popping in places that you didn’t even know it could, and as you let out another sigh, you heard heavy footfall coming toward you at an alarming pace. Instinctively, you reached for the gun at your hip.
As Daryl continued scanning the area, he noticed that he could just barely see a small pond and a gazebo in the distance from behind two houses. It brought him a small amount of relief to know that if they did stay here, even if just for a little while, they would have access to water. If he had been paying attention, he would have heard Aaron explain that all of the houses were still equipped with running water, but he wasn’t listening because something else had caught his attention.
A figure rose up from the gazebo bench that he hadn’t noticed before. At first, its slow movements sparked alarm that coursed through his system. But when it had fully sat up and stayed in place, he calmed. But the sight of something else caused another feeling to start coursing through his body.
It all happened so fast. The gazebo was fairly intact, but a little weathered. The paint was slightly peeling, and one singular panel was missing from the trellis that backed the bench, which gave him a peek at something that made him feel sick. Rick sensed Daryl tensing up next to him, and he discreetly nudged him to ask what he was seeing. When Daryl didn’t respond, Rick turned his head to the side and whispered, “What do you see?”. But again, Daryl didn’t respond. In fact, Daryl had pivoted his whole body towards the small opening between the two houses. Rick tried to look in the direction that Daryl was glaring at and didn’t see anything other than a woman sitting on a bench. But there was something that he wasn’t seeing.
Rick’s unease quickly turned to full panic when Daryl’s arms went limp, dropping both his crossbow and the large backpack that was slung over his shoulder. Rick drew his gun from behind his back and held it, pointing downward at about the same time that the rest of the group caught on to the commotion. “Daryl!” Rick hissed, but again, no response. He scanned the area, looking for the threat, listening for the slightest clue that something was awry. But all he heard was a soft whimper from the man standing next to him, and then the sound of Daryl taking off. “Everybody! Stay close!” Rick barked at the group as they all took off, following Daryl from a distance, leaving a bewildered Aaron and Deana behind.
Daryl hadn’t heard anything Rick said, the only thing he could hear was his heart pounding in his ears. His stomach ached in a way that it hadn’t in so long he had almost forgotten the feeling. Nothing else in the world mattered to him right now, and he only slightly recognized how dangerous that was. He didn’t realize how easily he could let his emotions take over, despite how long he had trained himself to remain stoic. His feet were moving, pounding against the grass as he sprinted, but he wasn’t in control of his body. He was running at full speed on autopilot toward a flash of neon pink.
As he neared the gazebo, he slowed only a little until the woman reached for something silver at her hip. For some reason, that was when he finally regained control of his body, and he stuttered to a full stop. Before the woman could turn around, he whimpered, “B-Bunny?” His voice cracking.
Your heart stopped, and your entire body froze, your fingers just barely grazing the cool metal of the pistol. You tried to breathe in, but it felt like your lungs had been filled with concrete. Your eyes widened as your gaze remained frozen toward the pond. You heard the soft crunch of grass behind you as he took a tentative step toward you. One word. One word had whinded you so violently. One word had caused your eyes to start stinging and watering up. ‘Don't turn around,’ you told yourself. ‘You're gonna turn around and there's not gonna be anybody there,’ you tried to convince yourself. But all thoughts of a possible hallucination came to a halt when you heard a second voice behind you shout, “Daryl!”.
Daryl’s heart was beating even faster now, and he didn't know how he was even still conscious. He took another small step forward toward the unmoving woman. Why hadn’t she turned around? His adrenaline started to morph into fear that he had made a horrible mistake. A horrible mistake that not only made him look like a fool, but that could have possibly put the group in danger due to the abrupt nature of his actions in such a tense situation. He was starting to doubt himself until you turned around.
With blurry eyes, you slowly pivoted towards the figure behind you. It was real. He was real. He was real, and alive, and here, in front of you, after all these years. His face had grown older, but not old enough that you didn’t recognize him. His short blonde hair, now longer, darker brown, but it was still him. The same boy who would pass the same book that you held in your hand back and forth with you, leaving small hidden messages for each other in the margins.
With the book still in hand, you covered your mouth as a painful sound escaped your lips. “Daryl?” you whispered. Not daring to speak his name too loudly, just in case this really was some sort of illusion and the volume of your voice might break it. You took a step toward him, careful not to get too close. With a shaky breath, as if he didn't trust his own voice, Daryl spoke, “With you, life is routine. Without you, life is unbearable.” And that quote was all it took.
You dropped the book to the floor of the gazebo and closed the gap between you, jumping into his arms. He caught you and stumbled back a step, but didn’t let go. He held your head tightly against his neck, and you could feel tears starting to fall on your ear. “I thought I lost you,” you cried, and although it was muffled, he still responded, “I’d find ya in every lifetime, bunny.” Hearing that nickname in his voice again, after all this time, made you grasp on to him tighter.
You breathed in his familiar smell and were overcome with an emotion that you didn't know you could still feel. The feeling of that vest against your cheek brought back so many memories all at once that it almost hurt your head. You relished in the warmth of his arms for what felt like an eternity before he finally put you back down. You looked up at him and grabbed his face with your hands, just to make sure once more that this was really happening.
“I looked for you, I tried with everything you taught me, but I lost your trail in all the chaos.” His eyes flicked down to the large scar that painted your chest, and his heart ached. He reached up and tangled his fingers in your hair and leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. “I looked for ya too, but Merle forced us t’keep movin’. The city got overrun so fast, we went out to that quarry.” Tears were filling your eyes so quickly, but you just let them run so that you didn’t have to let go of him.
“I know. I got trapped in the city for a few months, almost starved to death. But as soon as I got out, I tracked your trail to the quarry, then to some farm. But after the farm, I lost it. I felt like such an idiot. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you. I missed you so much. I never stopped missing you.” Your voice was so watery, you were surprised that he could even understand you. He started to say something, but he was too choked up. He just shook his head and pulled you into his chest again. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and you wished that you could just stay like this forever.
Rick and the rest of the group had stood back silently and watched the spectacle play out in front of them. They all exchanged shocked and confused looks with each other, and eventually, Rick approached the two of you. He gently cleared his throat to try and subtly get Daryl's attention without ruining the moment.
At the sound of Rick beside him, Daryl was suddenly snapped back to reality. He loosened his grip on you and glanced at Rick, before realizing the state that he was in, and turned his head away again so that he could dry his eyes. Daryl placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before letting go of you with one arm so that he could turn to face Rick. You turned with him, keeping your face buried in his chest. Daryl cleared his throat, praying that his voice held and spoke to Rick for the first time since walking through the gates. “Rick, this is uh, my girl.”
Rick was too stunned to speak, although he tried. “Your girl? I don’t- since when did you- you never said-” Daryl embarrassingly chuckled. Now, not only had he been confused by whatever was going on, but Daryl just chuckled, a genuine sound that he couldn’t recall ever hearing before. Daryl sensed Rick’s confusion and continued. “She was working in the city the day the world went t’shit.” He paused to look down at the woman who still had her face deep in his chest and her arms wrapped tightly around him. “Haven’t seen ‘er since.” He didn’t volunteer any more information out of fear that his voice would give out on him again.
Rick nodded, understanding enough of the situation now to ease his anxieties. He leaned forward and placed a firm hand on Daryl’s shoulder, squeezing once before stepping back. “Well… I guess we’ll… leave you to it…” He took a few steps back, still staring in disbelief, before turning to the equally stunned group. He gave them all a slight shrug and walked toward Aaron, who stood at the back of the group with his mouth agape.
You finally pulled away from Daryl’s chest and stared up at him again. You took a moment to study his face before speaking, still oblivious to the small crowd behind you that was slowly starting to disperse. “Come with me.” You whispered. Daryl didn’t even look at the group before whispering back, “Okay.” You ran your hand down his arm and reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You took a few steps back, dragging him along with you, and reached down to pick up the fallen book.
“You still have it,” He said in awe. The two of you stared at the tattered book, and without looking up, you spoke in a quiet voice, “I read it every day. It’s the only thing that's kept me sane”. He reached for the book, and you let him take it. Letting go of your hand for just a moment, he flipped through the pages, watching years of little notes you had written to each other race past. His eyes threatened to tear up again, and he closed the book and handed it back to you before they could spill over.
You interlocked your hands again and stared up at him. You couldn’t stop looking, you just had to keep checking to make sure it was real. He could sense what was going through your head, and with his free hand, he reached up and grazed your cheek. “I’m here. And I’m not leavin’ ya.” You bit back a smile and nodded. Looking to your right, you checked to make sure no one was watching before you stood up on your toes and kissed him. If you let yourself, you could get completely lost in the taste of him. The feeling of his lips against yours caused a buzzing to run through your entire body, and you had to grasp his shoulder to steady yourself.
Daryl was the one to eventually break the kiss, and he stared down at you. He kissed your forehead and let his lips linger there as he spoke. “Now show me where your bedroom is so I can sneak in later.” You could feel him smile, and you let out a small laugh. “Don’t be stupid, you don’t need to sneak in anymore.” You took a step back so that you could look him in the eyes when you said, “If you want, you could stay with me…” Your voice was so soft and filled with so much uncertainty after all this time that it broke Daryl’s heart just a little. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes that you already knew what he was going to say before the words even left his mouth. “There’s nothin’ I’d love more than to wake up next to ya again.”
You didn’t think that you had any more tears left to cry, but a few more spilled over as you spoke, “Let's go home then”. Daryl flashed a smile so intoxicating that the world could have split open and swallowed you whole right then and there, and you wouldn’t have noticed. Mindlessly, you repeated the word “home” before squeezing his hand and pulling him in the direction of your house.
As the night grew darker and the air colder, you led Daryl to your small house on the edge of the community, and you thought about the fact that the world may have fallen apart, but at least today, one little piece of it was put back in place. And it was a piece that no matter what it came to, you would not let yourself loose again.
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Daryl Dixon pre-apocalypse or like maybe around the commonwealth seasons!
A/N: UGH FUCK YES I LOVE THIS IDEA
MDNI 18+
warnings: smut, mask kink (ghostface), rough oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, gagging, drooling, tears, degradation, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, breath play, overstimulation, dirty talk
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Daryl had gone out for supplies, muttering about how the Commonwealth’s stores were too polished, too staged. He came back with a bag slung over his shoulder, face unreadable as always. You didn’t think much of it, until he pulled something out and dropped it on the counter.
The black-and-white Ghostface mask.
Your mouth went dry instantly, months ago, you’d teased him about it, offhandedly admitting you’d love nothing more than to get railed by him wearing that mask. You never thought he’d taken it seriously. But there it was. And the look in his eye told you exactly what was about to happen.
“On yer knees for Ghostface, baby” he rasped, pulling the mask over his face.
You sank down instantly, knees pressing to the hardwood, already fumbling with his belt. His cock was heavy and hard when you freed it, flushed tip glistening. The mask’s blank eyes stared down at you as Daryl shoved himself past your lips.
He didn’t give you time to adjust, just grabbed the back of your head and fucked your throat raw. Each thrust was brutal, making you gag and drool, spit dripping down your chin as your eyes watered. He groaned behind the mask, voice muffled but wrecked, “fuck, look at ya sunshine, chokin’ so good on my cock”
When your throat was raw and your cheeks soaked with tears, he pulled out, dragging you up onto shaky legs and hauling you toward the bed. You barely had time to catch your breath before he shoved you down, tearing at your clothes until you were bare beneath him.
Daryl climbed onto the bed, dragging your thighs over his shoulders. The mask stared down at you as he lined himself up and slammed home in one thrust. The stretch was brutal, perfect, your back arching as his cock bottomed out.
He fucked you hard, hips snapping, his grip bruising your thighs as he pounded into you. Every time you cried out, the hollow scream of the mask above you made it even filthier, even more unhinged.
“You wanted this, huh?” he growled through the mask, thrusting harder, “Wanted me fuckin’ you like ghostface? you’re gettin’ every goddamn inch”
You were a mess under him, thighs trembling against his shoulders, your voice breaking as you begged him not to stop. He slammed into you over and over, relentless, until the only thing you could scream was his name.
Your walls clenched tight around him, the drag of his cock hitting so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. The mask tilted down, blank eyes staring as you fell apart, cumming with a broken cry. Daryl groaned low and vicious, hips stuttering as he drove himself in to the hilt.
“Fuck, take it baby” he snarled, spilling inside you, hot and thick, every pulse of his release painting your insides. He held you there, locked against him, cock buried deep as if he could brand you from the inside out.
His breath was ragged behind the mask as he finally let your shaking legs down, pulling free only to collapse over you. With one rough tug he ripped the mask off, tossing it aside. And then, God, he kissed you.
Not soft, not gentle at first, but desperate. Filthy. His mouth devoured yours like he hadn’t just fucked you within an inch of your life. Then the edge softened, lips brushing yours over and over, hands cradling your face as if you were the only thing that ever mattered.
“Mine” he whispered against your lips, kissing you stupid until you forgot the mask, the bed, the world outside. Only Daryl. Only this.
the nightmare is walker daryl... does that make sense ? does this fit the prompt ? idk but its something...
friendly reminder that im not great at drawing and that this is my attempt to get better at drawing by trying to do a little something each day !! pls be nice or ill cry for 1000 nights !! <3
okay do NOT hold me to this, but as an art student, I'm trying to improve my drawing skills... so I'm gonna take a stab at goretober this year ! I may do a few, I may do all, I may do one. idk. I'm just doing this mainly to get drawing everyday, so idk ! but they will almost all definitely be Walking Dead related. I've done one already, so I'll post it after this !!
