This year has been tough with my health and the passing of family members and now someone who I thought was my friend has served me a 30 day eviction notice.
At 10.30pm today [April 15th 2026], without conversation or reason my housemate served me a 30 day eviction notice. This person knows I have no friends I can move in with. I can't work because I am disabled and I have no savings due to cost of living and debt from a family emergency years ago that has still affected me to this day.
The last member of my family died a week ago and her house belongs to the bank. I have nowhere to go and no one to help. I have emotional support animals that I can't be parted with and many rental places that are low enough to take me wont allow pets.
The local council has been contacted but the wait times in my town are very high due to how poor the people here are. Not many places will rent to me because I am in debt and disabled and do not work.
I'm Franky and I'm a disabled transgender man who is on his last legs and probably won't survive this. I need help and I am begging for anyone's love and support so I can at least find a place that can take my pets and me and having some money for food when forced to move.
The housemate has said they will take legal action if we have not moved in 30 days.
oh yall thought i forgot about my favs... i kept wanting to draw them again and properly this time, i think i managed to do them justice ( âĄÌ_âĄÌ)á€
warning(s): SMUT. jax in a fractured emotional state, parental death mention. 18+ readers ONLY.
words: 2.3k
a/n: set smack dab in the middle of season two, so spoilers are within. truthfully, this is my first x reader fic, so go easy on me with the reviews. đ„șâš
The clubhouse still smelled like stale beer when Jax stormed out, jaw tight, rings and fingers stained with blood, knuckles raw. The fight with Clay wasnât just another blow up over miscommunication. Itâd been building for months now, ever since Donna. Jax had been extra volatile lately, more so since Tara left Charming again. He saw that coming, as much as it rested bitterly on his tongue and ached in his chest. It was almost worse the second time around.
âYou wanna lead, son? Start actinâ like it. Stop hiding behind your dead daddyâs words.â
That was the last thing Clay said before Jax swung. Now, those words echoed at the forefront of his mind, incapacitating any other possible thought to come to the forefront.
By the time he showed up at your place, it was well past midnight. You recognized the distant growl of his bike pulling into the parking space outside your apartment's patioâsurely Patty next door would complain to the landlord about that. Not that you gave a damn.
âCan I come in?â Jax asked, his voice low and hoarse.
You stepped aside to let him inside, the porch light highlighting the raw knuckles and split lip, but you didnât ask. Not yet. And just like that, you became the one person he could run to when shit got too damn chaotic.
The door clicked softly behind him. He was quiet for the first thirty seconds, removing his kutte and putting it on the back of your dining chair. You watched him cross the room again, taking in the blood dotted along the front of his white shirt. He plopped down on the couch and leaned back, closing his eyes as his head was facing upward.
Silence stretched between you two again as you walked into the kitchen, clicked on the dim light above the stove, and grabbed the ice pack you kept in the freezer. Part of you hated how automatic it had become, tending to Jaxâs wounds like this. But tonight felt different. The fight had dug deeper.
You returned into the living room, crouching in front of him as he leaned forward now with his forearms resting on his knees, pressing the ice pack against his jaw and giving him a soft smile of reassurance. He flinched slightly, not from the cold but from the touch, like he wasnât used to something so domestic such as this.
âYou gonna tell me what happened?â You finally asked, holding the ice pack firmly against his jaw.
He didnât look at you. Just past your shoulder, like if heâd meet your eyes, the dam would break.
âClay.â One word. Heavy and unmistaken.
You nodded. âThat bad?â
âWorse,â he muttered, finally sparing you a glance with that signature smirk for just a second.
You moved the ice pack a little, brushing his blond hair back with your free hand to get a better look at the cut on his brow. It had stopped bleeding, but itâd bruise considerably by morning. You could already see the purple blooming beneath his skin.
âDid he say something, or did you finally throw the first punch?â
A dry, humorless laugh escaped him. âBoth.â
He went quiet after that. You knew better than to push. You just stayed close and allowed the silence to seep in between the two of you again. Your hand brushed against his knee as you adjusted your knelt position a fraction, your head cocking to the side ever so slightly.
He leaned back against the couch now, taking control of the ice pack with his own hand and holding it there. He looked at youâreally looked. âHe said I was weak. That if I wanted the goddamn gavel, I needed to grow some balls first.â
You could see his jaw tick, like he was holding something back on purpose. âWell⊠did you?â
Jaxâs tongue darted over his split lip. âYeah. I swung. First time in front of the table. I knocked him on his ass.â
You let out a slow breath. âJesusâŠâ
He shook his head, tossing the ice pack on the side table. âHe deserved it. Heâs been throwing his weight around, becoming so goddamn full of himself and his visionââ His jaw ticked once again, like he wanted to elaborate but knew he couldnât, nor would he. âGreed. Power. Lies. Everything that SAMCRO is supposed to be against, heâs gunning for everything thatâs in the wrong direction on purpose.â You took his hand and held it, noticing the smear of Clayâs blood under his fingernails. âIâm scared Iâm gonna become him. Or worse. I feel like everything is falling apart and I canât get a fuckinâ grip on any of it.â
You felt your chest tighten. âYou wonât.â He looked at you like he wanted to believe you if just for a second. âEvery time youâve come here, Jax, bleeding or not, youâre still fighting to be something better.â
He let out a shaky breath and leaned forward, the hand that you were holding coming up to cup your face as he spoke, âThis is the only place I can breathe.â Jaxâs thumb grazed against your cheek a few times as he held it while your hand came up to gently brush his hair back.
âI donât know who the hell I am anymore,â he admitted, and it came out like a confession. âI thought I did. I thought the manuscript, my dadâs vision, all that⊠thought it would show me the way, but every time I try to steer this thing differently, I end up right back where he was. Drowning in the same fuckinâ shit.â
You reached up, fingers brushing against the bruise above his eye, âHe didnât drown, Jax. He was pulled under. Thereâs a difference.â
One hand rested on your wrist now while the other cupped the back of your neck. His touch wasnât rough, but it held a considerable amount of weight. The pad of his thumb traced your skin, like he was trying to ground himself and like your heartbeat was the only constant left. The only thing that grounded him, tethering him to reality.
âI didnât come here for this.â Jax admitted, his forehead resting against yours now. âI justâI couldnât go home, you know? Not right now.â
âI know.â You reassured him in a whisper. âYou donât have to elaborate if you donât want to.â
âBut I want to.â His voice cracked on the edge of it. âYouâre the only person who doesnât look at me like Iâm supposed to have all the answers. Like Iâm not already burning at both ends.â
You forced down the knot rising in your throat, your gaze undeniably locking with Jaxâs, quietly pleading, quietly saying all the things you couldnât put into words. He looked back, his eyes never moving from your face; they never did, even if heâd deny it.
He moved first, deliberate and slow as he leaned in, like he was expecting you to back out but you didnât. His lips captured yours as your breath was caught, but not out of surprise but rather relief. The kiss started carefully, loaded with a question he wasnât sure neither of you wanted answered.
Still, you answered without hesitation, returning the same urgency.
Jax kissed you like a man starved, like he was desperate to feel something that didnât rip him apart. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your mouth opened for him, lips parting, and he groaned low and guttural, like the sound had been stuck under lock and key for days.
You climbed into his lap without asking, straddling him where he sat on the couch. Your knees bracketed his hips as your fingers traced up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest, tracing warm skin and hard muscle. Jaxâs breath hitched when your hands rested against the top of his chest, fingers curling into soft fists.
âJesus.â He murmured against your mouth, his forehead resting against yours, âYou sure about this?â
âYes.â You whispered faintly, âI want this.â A beat of silence filled the void and then, âI want you, Jax.â
That did it, snapping the lingering tension like a bowstring.
He surged up, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you toward the bedroom like he couldnât bear to waste another second. Your fingers fumbled with his shirt the second the door shut, but he beat you to it. He set you down right in front of the side of your bed, removing his own shirt as you undid his belt and zipper, letting each item fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them as he kissed you and helped you out of your sleepwear, conveniently a pair of shorts and a threadbare t-shirt far too baggy.
He gently held you in his arms and guided you onto the bed, gently laying your back against the mattress like you were something sacred; like this wasnât just about fucking anymore, no, this was about remember what it felt like to just be human.
When Jaxâs body lowered onto yours, his left hand trailed against your sides while his right held your face. His lips found yours again, his teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip. Then he pulled away just enough to study you despite the darkness in the room, as the only light that was present was the streetlight outside your bedroom window.
âYou always look at me like that.â He hissed out in a hushed tone, now lapping his tongue against your neck.
âLike what?â
âLike Iâm not me. Like⊠Iâm worth a damn.â Like Iâm not just another fuck, he thought.
âBecause you are.â You declared once his eyes met yours seconds later.
He didnât respond with words, but he did kiss you again. This time more urgent. Rougher, to the point where his scruff scraped against your skin with every pass. He cupped your breast, and his thumb brushed against your nipple, causing it to pebble underneath, and your back arched into him. You felt his cock against your thigh as he ground his hips into you, but he didnât rush. He took his time, savoring the feel of your tongue against his.
Your hands explored him in return, grazing fingertips along his shoulders and cupping around his biceps with one hand while the other dipped low, gliding against the low dip of his spine.
Jax pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes soft, âI need you to see me tonight. Not the kutte. Not the club. Just⊠me, babe, can you do that for me?â God, the way he looked at you sent a shudder down your spine. He was the farthest thing from innocent, but that look could feed patrons for hundreds of years.
You reached up, cupping his jaw, âI already do, Jackson.â
He pressed his forehead against yours with a ragged breath. Then, slowly, he reached between you and guided himself to your entrance. He slid in with a quiet groan against your lips as your walls stretched to welcome him.
Fuck. You gasped at the feel of him; heavy, warm, perfect.
He didnât move right away once he was fully sheathed. He bracketed both his forearms beside your head to hold himself up as your body fully adjusted. He made sure to study each subtle micro expression and leaned down to kiss you again, more meaningful and sweeter, a far cry from the first batch of kisses youâd shared tonight.
He started to move now, slow and steady, hips rolling against yours in a rhythm that was all need and reverence. Every thrust was deliberate, dragging across your walls and pushing you toward something deeper than just pleasure. You clung to him, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close and unambiguously inside.
âFuck.â He cursed against your lips.
âJaxâ,â you sighed in a whisper. He buried his face in your neck in almost a pathetic attempt to keep it together. You felt him tremble, his biceps twitching as you held him there and the unmistakably twitch of his jaw. He was close. âJax, baby, you can fall apart here. Itâs okay.â
That cracked something open.
His thrusts became uneven now, heavier, as if your permission had granted him the space to unravel. He held you tighter, his fingers digging into your hips and his breath turned ragged.
The build in your core grew hot and insistent. Each grind of his hips pulled a breathless moan from your lips. The weight of him, the way he moved inside you, the emotion⊠it was too much and not enough all at once.
Your climax crept in slowly, like a tide rising. Your body tensed under him, and he felt it, slipping a hand between your legs to circle your clit with practiced fingers. âCome for me.â He muttered against your ear, âCome while Iâm inside you.â
Your mind protested for a moment before caving, your body obeying after the third pass of his cock following his request. Your walls clenched around him as your release hit. You cried out his name, fingers splaying his shoulder blades as you clung to him as he wrung out every bit of what you could give him.
âShit,â he groaned, his hips sputtering. âYou feel so fuckinâ good.â
He came with a broken sound, burying himself deep one last time, his whole body going rigid for a few seconds before he slumped over you, chest heaving.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. You just held each other, hearts thudding in sync, sweat cooling on your skin. Eventually, he rolled onto his side, pulling you into him so you were tucked against his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, his thumb tracing circles on your back.
âI didnât come here to do this.â Jax admitted, staring at the ceiling like he regretted what transpired. He didnât, but he did at the same time.
âI know.â You said in a whisper.
Then⊠âBut Iâm glad I did.â
You tilted your head upward and smiled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. âMe too.â
He didnât say anything else. He just held you closer, tightening his arms around your frame.
It had been a long day of traipsing through the woods with the group. You sit criss crossed on the dirt, eyes staring long and empty at the fire in front of you. The warmth of the flames licking the air was welcomingâwinter was starting to chill the air day in and day out. It was your watch tonight, so you sit quietly, ears pricked to be vehemently aware of any shift around you.
You hear a snap of a twig that pulls your eyes quickly from the fire, only to see the archer you know and love walk out of the woods with stealth. His long bangs cover most of his face, but you can tell his eyes are on you. He comes over next to you, chewing the inside of his lipâas always.Â
âHey,â you breathe out, laying into him as he sits beside you. Your head collapses onto his shoulder, and his arm comes around you, holding you close. He leans over onto a tree so that you can rest your head in his lap. A hand comes up to your hair, stroking it quietly, pulling it back behind you to expose the column of your neck. He always loved to play with your hair, to feel your soft skin in his hands. His fingers lazily trace your skin, the rough pads making your skin raise in goosebumps. He drifts his fingers up to your forehead, down the side of your face and over your neck to your shoulder a few times before you hear his voice in the night air.
âCâmere,â he grumbles. Itâs the first time heâs spoken since coming to sit by you. His voice is hoarse and low, trying to keep quiet. Your eyes look up at him, and he does a quiet flick of his head to beckon you. You sit up and let him guide you into his lap now. Heâs leaning against a tree beside the fire, with his legs open and up to let you sit between them. His arms encircle you as you lean to one side of his torso so he can look down at you. His favorite poncho is wrapped around him, making a soft landing for your body to lay into. Heâs so warm, and the fire in front of you casts his face into warmer shadows, light dancing in his eyes.
The opposite hand of where you lay is reaching across to trace your neck and your face slowly and frustratingly gentle. He stares at you with tenderness, like heâs trying to study youâto memorize every part of you. His hand then lowers, opening around your neck. Itâs gentle at first as he wraps it around the base of your throat, his thumb lazily rubbing against your soft skin. You can nearly hear yourself audibly gulp as you continue to watch him.
His features are changingâwhat was once soft and gentle is now intense and dark. His hand, still wrapping around you, travels up to hold you just under your jaw. He squeezes a fraction, and your heart jumps. You can feel your cheeks heat, and not just from the fire being so close.Â
Daryl leans down, lessening his hold, his hand loosely around your neck again, and kisses your nose so soft itâs barely a brush. His lips travel across your face, onto your eyebrows, your temple, your jaw, and finally your lips where heâs still barely touching you. You feel his breath on you, trying to breathe in his air when he exhales. Itâs so intensely intimate.
He pulls back and his eyes are on you again. His pupils are blown wide with desire, and you can feel something in his lap that is beginning to harden under his jeans. Daryl was never one to say how much he wanted you, but hell, he was good at showing it. You lick your lips with anticipation, and his eyes flicker down to watch you. He leans back into you, touching your lips to his with more pressure now, but still so gentle. When his lips touch yours, he tightens his hold on your neck a little more again. Your mouth parts in surprise, and you can almost feel his smile on his lips as he runs his tongue along the underside of your top lip.Â
You open to him more now, always needing more of him. His tongue doesnât hesitate as it continues to explore your mouth, your lips and tongues in sync as his hand wraps harder around your throat. You bring your hand up to his hair, gripping his dark brown locks as you pull him in tighter. His hand continues to tighten around you, the callouses rough against your supple skin. When you start to see stars pop in your vision, he seems to know and releases you, both from his hand and his mouth. Youâre panting for air, both from lack of oxygen and arousal. You stare at one another for a long moment, his lips wet from your kiss, his eyes darkened with lust. You can fully feel him now through his jeans, hard and needy, and you sit up and push his legs down flat so you can straddle him. The grunt that escapes him as you sit yourself on your lap makes you smile as he palms your ass.Â
âItâs too cold to do this here,â you whisper, your hands interlocked with the sides of his hair.Â
âMmm,â he hums, âgood thing we have a fire,â he begins leaning you forward with his body, and you grip his shoulders hard as he puts you on your back in the dirt.Â
âDaryl, people will hear usââ you glance around at everyoneâs tents.
âThen you better be quiet,â he says in your ear as he leans over you, âI wanna try that again,â
Before you can register what he means, his hand is back on your neck, up by your jaw as he squeezes, pushing himself against you, his clothed member pressing tantalizingly into your center. You gasp at the contact, and he continues to grind on you, now kissing you deeply. His lips travel on the side of your face, tracing around your cheek until he makes it back to your mouth, where you whimper, desperate for more. Your arms are under his poncho, feeling his hot skin beneath his layers. He breathes out a long grunt as your hands travel around his waist, needing to feel more of him. He pulls away, his upper body straightening as he takes in the sight of you. His hand comes away as well, both of them now on your hips as he looks at you. Thereâs a smile playing on his lips as takes in the sight of you under him.
âYou look so good, so beautifulâready to take me here in the dirt,â he grumbles softly, circling his thumbs where your skin is exposed from your shirt lifting. The warmth from the fire and your heart beating so fast has your skin burning, but you want more. He doesnât wait to hear you say it as he is pulling your pants off with haste, but leaving your top on so you donât get too cold. He takes off his poncho, revealing his long sleeve shirt underneath before heâs whipping that off too. He leaves on his sleeveless tank, his shoulders and arms bare. You nearly drool at the sight of them. Winter is cruel in many ways, and one of them is that it hides those gorgeous arms from you.Â
He unbuttons and unzips his pants quickly, leaving his pants on. Youâd think he would be cold, but he continues to pull his throbbing member out of its confines, and holds it in one hand as he guides it up to your center. He drags it up and down your went cunt, lubing his cock with your wetness. The feeling has you squirming, your eyes rolling back. You were surprised at how turned on you got from when you felt his hand around your neck before.Â
His free hand comes up around your face as he sits up, cupping it on the side. You look up to him, and you know from the look in his eyes heâs asking permission to continue. Your hands come up to circle his arm thatâs reached out toward you, gripping the valleys and hills of his arm. You turn your head to kiss his hand, letting your tongue dip out with it, and nip his palm. That earns a growl from him as he leans down and pushes into you.Â
The stretching of your walls is something you still havenât gotten used to when he first starts with you. His cock enters slowly, letting you adjust inch by inch. Heâs nearly breathless from the feeling of you around him as he leans over you. His arms cage you in on either side of your head, your hands now finding his neck and pulling him down to kiss you. As he bottoms out in your cunt, your legs come up and wrap around his waist and you can feel the vibration of his moan on your mouth. He pulls out just a couple of inches before snapping his hips into you, hard and fast. You gasp, and he brings one of his hands over your mouth as he continues to repeat the motion, pulling out further and snapping harder and harder. Both of your breathing is heavy as you try hard to be quiet, but the sound of skin slapping is hardly discreet. He pushes deep into you, pausing and raising himself up just far enough to look into your eyes.Â
âI wonderâŠâ he grumbles, and his hand is snaking between your bodies again, crosses your chest and he holds your throat again. Your eyes go wide as he grips your neck harder, and you see his face lean downwards and tighten at the same timeâhis brows furrowing and eyes closing for a moment. He lifts his head up, taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes. He almost looks animalistic, his lip curling back and grunting now as he begins his brutal thrusting into you again.Â
His body leans over you as his one hand is squeezing your neck and the other across your mouth to keep you quiet again. Youâre gasping in breaths that match his thrusting, his grunts and moans are quiet but like a fucking symphony in your ear.
âYour pussy seems to like my hand around your throat baby, do you?â he growls into you, and it's enough to make you convulse under him, your climax building faster and faster. He releases your throat and mouth again now, leaning up with one arm caging you in, the one resting gently at the base of your neck.
âTell me, baby, do you like when I squeeze the breath out of you?â he whispers, his hips unrelenting in their thrusts. You bring your lips between your teeth, your brow furrowed, trying so hard to keep quiet as he continues bottoming out into you. Heâs so deep itâs overwhelming.Â
âYâyes, yes,â you barely make out in raspy breaths, âyes, Daryl,âÂ
His smile is carnal as he leans down again, his lips crashing into yours with unleashed need. His tongue dives into your mouth, like youâre the last drop of water in a desert. You wrap your arms around his neck, gripping your elbows behind him, His one arm comes up behind you to pull you into him harder as you lay on the ground. He has his hand on the top of your throat again, squeezing tighter and tighter and you canât hold onto the pressure building inside you anymore, and you open your mouth, eyes wide to let out a shriek of pleasure as you cum. His mouth is open on you, not even caring about your noises as he loses his rhythm pumping into you. Youâre riding your high as he pulls his length out to the tip, and pushes into you one last time, moaning against your skin. He lazily chases his high then too, continuing gentle, slower pumps into you.Â
As you both catch your breaths and he tucks himself away, he slides on your pants with tender care. You sit up, facing him, nearly in his lap youâre so close, and look up at him with a question in your eyes.
âJust wanted to try,â he grumbles, a lopsided grin taking over his lips.Â
âAnd Iâm grateful for it,â you laugh breathily.
âWeâre not!â you hear from one of the tents. You and Daryl lock eyes and canât help the laughs that poor out of you.
You collapse onto bed next to a shirtless Daryl, immediately snuggling into his side and pressing kisses over his shoulder. Hearing a raspy, playful âstopâ from him only fuelled you more. You slide a leg over his hips until you're straddling him, pressing your lips over his broad chest.Â
He wasn't the most comfortable with showing in his body, which broke your heart. You thought he was gorgeous. The most attractive man you've ever seen. Although you reminded him often, he still didn't quite believe you. You hoped your actions spoke louder than words. It was hard to find the time and energy to have sex in the apocalypse, but that's when you'd really put your appreciation for him on display.Â
âI missed you today.â
âYou saw me twice, woman.â
âMhm, and I still missed you.âÂ
Daryl slides his hands down your back as you kiss him slowly, eventually resting on ass before pinching you, causing you to squeal against his lips.Â
âAsshole,â you huff as he chuckles to himself. You kiss back down his neck and chest, sliding lower against him until your lips reach his navel. He doesn't let you please him often, but you'd do it every night if he let you. Eyes heavy with want, you gaze up at him. The low light in your shared room is casting him in a beautiful glow. You hook your fingers over his boxers, dragging them down as his hand tangles in your hair.Â
His dick was big, thick, and it still amazed you every time. You slide your hand over his half erection, running your thumb over his slit once you reach the top. He grunts, causing you to smirk up at him. It really didn't take much to make him come undone. You replace your thumb with your tongue, licking and sucking over the head of his cock, eager to see him fall apart.Â
His breathing shifts, and he has to hold himself back from thrusting up as you slide your mouth slowly down his length. Your hands slide over his thighs, both a reassuring motion and a subtle way to feel up his toned muscles. You replace your mouth with your hand, focusing instead on kissing every stretch of skin you can reach. Once his hands grip in your hair tighter and he lets out little breathy whines that tell you he's close, you can't resist putting your mouth on him again. Eyes never once leaving his face as it screws up with pleasure. He cums with a grunt, and you donât stop licking and lapping him up until he's pulling you off. He lays you on top of him where you nuzzle into the side of his face. His breathing is still deep and slightly laboured.
âMy handsome man.â You snuggle and melt into him as he wraps his large arms around you.Â
summary: you're on guard duty with Daryl, and he's chewing his fucking fingernails again. fluffy!!! no smut for my 11% who prefer it that way :) short n sweet
The amount of times youâd look over and see Daryl Dixon chewing the skin of his nails was going to drive you insane.
The one night while you both were on watch in the guard tower youâd had enough. Partially because it was a bad habit of his you always caught him doing, but also partially because you wishedâŠ. You wished you could replace it with something else. Your tongue, lips, hell, youâd let him chew your finger if he asked nice enough. But Daryl felt like an enigma, impossible to read but so damn mesmerizing. You were almost certain he never noticed you, as usually you were with Maggie and Glenn since youâd joined their group. Glenn had become sort of your big brother in all of this when he found you starving and hurt on a run, hiding in an old pharmacy from the walkers outside. Maggie of course was l naturally the big sister counterpart. The one time you confessed to Maggie your curiosity about Daryl she couldnât help but laugh and say âgood luck with that one,âÂ
He was always so hard to read, so aloof, but you noticed his small smiles more and more lately as life settled into the prison and when youâd sneak glances at him, his eyes would also be on you.Â
So that night, on watch up on the tallest guard tower you caught him with his thumb up to his mouth again, chewing the side of it like it owed him money. He eyes were intensely on the tree line as he mindlessly had his skin between his teeth.
âYouâre gunna chew your fingers clean off one of these days,â you teased, your head leaning back on the outside wall of the tower. The railing was at your eye-line as you slouched against the cement wall. You looked over to him with a playful smile and he barely looked at you, not bothering to drop his hand. He just grunted and continued to look out at the tree line below you.Â
âYou know,â you gathered your courage before going on, making sure to keep your eyes strictly out on the fences, âthere are better things to put in your mouth than just your hand,âÂ
That sure got his attention. He looked over to you, pausing his incessant chewing, his eyebrow raised.
âYou offerinâ any suggestions?â His blue eyes narrowed at you behind his dark curtains of bangs.Â
You shrugged, still refusing to look over or else he mightâve seen the pink tinge to your cheeks even in the moonlight, âMaybe,â you said, âif youâre any good,â you bite your lip nervously, finally glanced over at him, doing a double take as you noticed his eyes looked at you with a different kind of intensity youâve never seen on him.Â
His eyes flickered down to your lips briefly, but just long enough that you caught it. You wondered how far you could push him until that rough exterior broke down. He lowered his hand from his face, his gaze turning predatory.Â
âGood at what, exactly?â He seemed to want to push you back. Challenging you to break first. Or maybe he really was clueless. But you donât let up, just shrugging and watching him with a smile, grateful he was playing along, âI have a couple ideas,âÂ
Your bravery only came from the fact he wasnât brushing you off. He didnât grunt at you in reply, he didnât break eye contact. The air was starting to become charged, the watch tower feeling smaller and smaller around you.Â
âYou talk a lotta shit, you know that?â He grumbled, âall bark no bite,âÂ
He may have meant it as a dig but his words held no weight, like he was trying hard to not fall into the trap you were laying out for him. You chuckled and looked off then, breaking the eye contact that you held for so long. But as your eyes met the tree line, a hand blocked your vision, grabbing your face roughly. You gasped as it turned you toward him, his other hand resting on the other side of your face closest to the wall. Before you have a chance to gather your thoughts, his lips crashed against yours, sparks electrocuting where he melded into you. For all his rough exteriorâthe calloused hands, dirt smudged faceâ his lips were incredibly soft.Â
They moved along yours with a hunger, his tongue darting out to part your lips, which you happily obliged. Your tongues glided along each other, moving between teasing and needy. When his thumb rubbed your temple you felt your head spin and you brought your hands to his front, fisting his shirt to bring him into you even more. You couldnât get him close enough. You felt enveloped in his muskâthe smell of cigarettes and sweat making you dizzy. Everything else in the world around you seemed to still, the crickets and buzzing of insects quieted and the world paused its turning as you embraced each other.Â
He pulled back then, both of you breathless. He held your face inches from his, his eyelashes tickling your face as he spoke.Â
âHowâs that for any good?â he said, so softly that his lips brushed over yours and you could feel his breath against you.
You breathed a small laugh into him and he dove for your lips again.Â
ê° synopsis ê± : Eren accidentally stumbled upon his newest side gig, pleasuring himself before thousands of viewers. But honestly, itâs all for his favorite creator â you.
ê° content ê± : MDNI. eren jaeger x reader ; virginity loss (eren), unprotected sex, use of nicknames (baby, pretty girl) â WC : 2k
â đ ê° New Moon ! ê± â kinktober masterlist
camboy!eren who started doing solo videos because he was bored. somewhat of a social reject even long after graduating high school, he spent a lot of his nights furiously pumping his cock to whatever videos heâd find online.
camboy!eren who saw other guys do solo videos and make a lot of money, so he thought, why not? after a few clicks, he had an account and was ready to go.
camboy!eren who grew quickly in popularity due to the breathy groans heâd let out that ultimately led to soft whimpers when he was cumming all over his finely tuned abs. not to mention he had a pretty dick.
camboy!eren who finds your page one day and it quickly becomes his favorite. whenever heâs fucking his flesh light, he has your video on in the background just wishing you were really here with him. he has to refrain from moaning your name, trying to keep his words to a minimum as rides his high with your sweet mewls echoing in his head.
camboy!eren who discovers that you make videos with other guys and realizes his daydreams donât seem so far fetched. that is, until he realizes you only do it with one guy â your boyfriend. he becomes obsessed with these videos regardless, pretending that he was really the one who was fucking you instead of the asshole with the small dick.
camboy!eren who leaves filthy comments under your videos, bragging that heâd fuck you better than your boyfriend (regardless that heâs never actually had sex). overtime, they just grew more relentless and he even went as far as sending you links of his own little videos.
camboy!eren whoâs heart falls to his ass when he sees you finally reply to him, sending him a message that practically begs him to test out that theory of his, explaining that you and your boyfriend were no more.
and of course he was all too eager to accept.
the messages between you two only grew in velocity as time went on. as it turns out, planning up a meet up was extremely difficult. he learned you didnât live so far away but with the way both of your schedules were set up, it would take some time before you had a weekend to meet up.Â
so the texts turned raunchier, unable to hold back any longer. eren knew you were getting over your ex but he couldnât stop his fingers from flying across the screen, ensuring you that he would please you like no one else. afterall, heâs watched your videos for so long, he knows what spots you would always target, what kinds of things would have you coming undone with a sweet cry. it was all achingly committed to his memory.
the fact that you were more than receptive to his bold claims, borderline just as obsessed as he was, turned him on to the point where just his hand and one of your old videos on didn't cut it anymore. both of you still did your shows, but almost every night youâd switch to facetime and get off to each other properly.
the soft whimpers and moans you let out as he watched you finger your cunt, begging for him to come over and help you out had his body growing taut with desire. only a few more days and heâd finally have you all to himself and he was more than ready to prove how good he could be for you.
but in all honesty, if eren had known that those few (hundred) comments he had left on your page would bring him to this moment, he wouldâve started flooding your chat a long, long time ago.
the plan was simple: get together, have a practice round, then give your viewers a real show.
never in his life had he been so mesmerized, so in awe of the person before him. or rather, under him. the inescapable truth that heâs never done this before has flown straight below the radar â for now.
the reddened tip of his cock nudges along your clit, pressing into it and watching your body jolt in retaliation. every reaction he pulled from you had him wanting more, craving it more than he craved his own release. to please you has been his main goal but he didnât realize that in doing so, he was already teetering on the edge of losing control.
âready for me, pretty girl?â eren asked, trying to keep his voice level but the slight shake in his tone betrayed him. the fact he was going to lose his virginity to the one who took up each and every one of his fantasies seemed surreal.
it was more than he couldâve imagined whenever heâd fist his cock in the dead of night, wishing and manifesting for a moment like this. all too beautifully you were sprawled out under him, preening to his touch.
âplease, eren.â as soon as the plea left your plush lips, he had no choice but to start pressing into you. inch by inch, he sunk himself in, his fingers tightly gripping onto your hips.Â
every coherent thought heâd ever had disappeared into a haze of pleasure as soon as he bottomed out. slack-jawed and frozen, basking in the warmth of your cunt enveloping him way better than a fleshlight could ever. there was no way he could ever return to it, not with you pulsing around him, silently begging and pleading to milk him right then and there. a part of him almost gave into his urges, letting himself spill into you without another thought but he knew he had to get you there first.
eren slowly came back to his senses, looking down at you and almost instantly regretting it. thereâs no way you could be faking any of it, not with how close he is. you, with your watery eyes, pupils dilated as they were lost and swimming in pleasure. it was clear every part of you wanted this as much as him.
plap, plap, plap.
the sounds of him thrusting into you started to fill the otherwise muted room. his hips had a mind of their own, driven by a primal instinct as he took in your beauty. after seeing your expression morph into something more blissful than the heavens, he couldnât hold himself back from pounding into you. everything felt too good â so tight, so warm.Â
âfuck-â his voice betrayed him, cracking under the weight of his bliss. he bares his teeth, doing what he can to block anymore traitorous sounds that escape him and reveal how much heâs at your mercy. but itâs all for nothing as the next words slip out of his mouth, nothing more than a hiss. âyou feel so fucking good.â
there was no way he could stop as he thrusted into you, your slick completely coating his cock, allowing him to sink into you faster, deeper. the way you writhe and whine beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders before dragging along his back forced a whimper to slip past his lips.Â
his ears felt all too hot, the tips undoubtedly burning up because of the utter vulnerability of it all. thank god his hair was long enough to cover them, the haphazard half bun he had tossed it up in earlier was cascading down, almost annoyingly obscuring the beautiful view before him.
âtalk to me, baby.â he grunted, wanting to hear the praise fall from your lips. âtell me how it feels.â
âfeels sâgood, eren ââ the air in your lungs gives away as you gasp out, your hands digging into the duvet as leverage to ground yourself with. eren canât hold back a grunt as you arch your back so your chest is flush against his, nipples brushing together with each thrust.âtouch me more, please!â
without a wasted breath, erenâs hands mindlessly slide along your body, fingers trailing along every curve and dip as he begins to map it, desperately wishing to commit it to his memory. everything about you was so soft, so addicting that he didnât want to let go.Â
âso good to me, such sweet manners fâme.â he coos, the slight condensation dripping from his tone. the fire that was pooling in his abdomen ignites more as he takes in your expression â half lidded eyes that were only focused on him, your heaving chest that only enticed him more. one hand pushes your hips back down into the mattress as his other one cups your chest, thumb brushing over your pert bud. âjust makes me want to give you more.â
âpleaseâ!â your legs locked around his waist, lulling him in deeper, causing his hips to stutter at the new angle.
ây-yeah? you want more?â all of the muscles in his body tensed up, an impending doom settling in as his release threatened to spill prematurely. halting his motions, he presses his forehead against yours, trying to steady himself and push away the high he could practically taste. after counting down, the urgent need to come simmered away right before your hips started to move against his own. âfuck, o-okay. iâll give you whatever you want, baby.â
eren canât help it but need something to steady himself and with the way his body was trembling in overflowing pleasure, he opted out from grabbing onto you â it was much to risky. instead, he reached over, grappling the bed frame as he delivered each thrust with a needy precision, setting a new pace that had you both crying out in a sinful harmony. each time he sunk back into you, cock all snug within your walls, he could feel you clench around him with the sweetest whine of his name parting from your lips.
another groan bubbled up from his throat but by the time it escaped his mouth, it was a full blown whine. from someone who was known for his guttural grunts, the whine was unexpected.
thereâs no way to tell where his body ends and yours begins, all he knows is that one of you is trembling, shaking and he has a sneaky suspicion it's him â not that heâd ever admit it though.
his world was brought back down to your center of gravity as soon as you tugged on his long locks, melding your lips against his in a kiss that threatened to take away all of his remaining sanity. there was no more room for air as his lungs filled with the sweet hums you couldnât contain.Â
you pull away from the kiss for a moment, a sheen of passion covering them in a way that looks like gloss â undeniably enticing him for more. his lips involuntarily chase after yours, not letting you get a moment of reprieve from his intensity. how could he?Â
he didnât want to stop as he carved his way into you, trying to erase all semblance of the other men that you had been with â especially the nasty ex he decided he hated. to have fumbled someone like you mustâve meant he was an absolute dumbass. his loss was erenâs gain and he would make sure that you knew that by the end of the night.
ââm close, âren.â the sweetness of your voice coiled deep within him, on the verge of snapping.Â
âme too.â he grunts, gritting his teeth as he tries to stave his release. despite desperately rutting into you, he could barely pull out. your legs lock him in, your thighs trembling all around him as you come undone with a cry of his name. there was no way he could hold back anymore, shoving himself as deep as he could as he shook and whined with his orgasm. ââm cumming â fuck, âm cumming. all for you, take it, baby, pleaseââ
after the last rope of cum spilled into your pulsing cunt, eren let out a shudder, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. the room fell quiet yet again, save for the sounds of your shared breath, your lungs fighting for air. eren falls to your side, careful not to crush you as his arms encircle your waist and pull you closer to him.
âshit-â eren gasped, his pulse still racing.Â
âand that was just the warm up.â you laugh softly, hand trailing down his abs. âyou ready to turn the camera on now?â
ughh him at 40 is so MMMFHGGFHUJVKUVIFHKDJDSLK the way we're growing old together :3 WE DO IT EVEN WHEN HIS BUSH HAIRS TURN GRAY or idk maybe i really REALLY like him with stubble BUT?? HES HOT WITH STUBBLE LIKE IM SNIFFING THE SCREEN SO HARD UGHH I CAN SMELL HIS MERA MERA
You and Daryl both fantasize about each other--at the same time it turns out.
Inspired by Picture You by Chappell Roan
Content warnings: smut !!!!
I had to run and splash cold water over my face after this one
black font: you
blue font: Daryl
purple font: when you're actually together
There had been a lot ofâŠtouching going on lately. Thatâs as plain as you could explain it. Anytime you were near Daryl, heâd find a way to put his hand on the small of your back if he was passing behind you. He would manage to sit by you a lot, brushing the side of his arm against yours. On runs lately, he stayed closer to you, touching your arm to get your attention. Protecting you even when against the smallest threats. You noticed himâŠwatching you too. If Daryl were anywhere near you, his eyes were always latched onto you; studying, assessing⊠admiring? You werenât sure if youâd go that far. But god, did you love it.
He couldnât stop himself from justâŠbeing around you. You had some sort of magnetic field specifically calculated to his center of gravityâhis true north. He couldnât help the times heâd brush by you, his hand on you or if he was lucky enough to be close, smell the lingering scent of your shampoo. Even if you hadnât showered in days, which sometimes was the case, your scent drew him into you. He couldnât stop watching you either. Everytime he caught himself staring and youâd meet his gaze, he would kick himself for probably being such a creep. You were hypnotizing to him.Â
So, he finds himself in the bathroom alone, thinking of you at dinner that day. Sucking your fingers clean after your meal, licking your lips when you looked up at him. Heâs unsure if he was imagining the hunger in your eyesâeven after a full meal.Â
Heâd been aching in his trousers the entire time it took him to excuse himself from the group and make his way down the cell blocks into the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind him. In what mustâve been a guardâs bathroomâit was a single washroom with a counter for the sink and white tile all along the room, from floor to ceiling. When he finally was confident he was in the bathroom alone with the door locked, he unzips his pants and pulls out his already throbbing member.Â
His hand is wrapped around the base of himself, teasing and gentle like he pictures you holding it. He closes his eyes, imagining you on the sink in front of him now, sitting on the edge of the cold counter, your legs around his waist. Behind his eyes, he is wrapping his hands around your thighs as he leans into you, his mouth on yours, tongue plunging into your warm, wanton mouth. He can almost smell you, imagining the scent of cheap green apple shampoo you found on your last run. His tongue dances with yours, letting himself take control of the embrace, his mouth claiming you. His hand fists his cock slowly up and down, but tightening his grip as he pictures you reaching down to palm him through his pants. In his mindâs eye he kisses along your jaw, down to where your neck meets your shoulder, eliciting a small moan from you. He pulls back from you, lifting your shirt over your head gently, but with haste. When he looks back at you, your eyes are half lidded with desire, lips wet and swollen. God, youâre so fucking pretty like this. So needy for him. His lips reattach to the skin of your neck, your hand coming up behind his to hold him close. Your fingers reach and scratch gently at the nape of his neck. His lips journey down your body, tongue gliding around your nipples before he pulls one into his mouth between his teeth. Your heavy breathing and moans bring a smile to his face as he looks back up in your eyes.Â
He crouches down, his hands coming behind your knees and down your calves, bringing your bottoms and panties down with them. After discarding your clothes, he begins kissing your legs from your ankles, nipping when he gets to the softness of the inside of his thighs. He imagines your hand coming down and intertwining in his long hair. He lifts his eyes up to yours as he slowly makes his way to your center, your legs trembling in anticipation. His mouth meets your drippingâ
Darylâs hand comes up against the mirror roughly, losing control of himself. His eyes flash open as he stumbles and grips the wall beside the sink, steadying himself. He has to release his hand from himself to keep from finishing right then and there. Heâs not done with you yet, even if itâs just in his mind.Â
Youâre settling into your cot a little while after dinner. Daryl had been watching you again today. So, you decided to play his little game back at him. At dinner you saw him watching you with a predatorâs gaze. He was fixed on you through the whole meal, so god forbid you wanted to be a little tease. You made sure to lick your fingers clean slowly, licking your lips looking at him afterwards. It took you aback when you saw his eyes darken even more, but you just returned the look with one just as hungry. Eventually he excused himself a little while later, but the look in his eyes was on your mind the rest of your time you stayed at the table.Â
Back in your bed, you have your hands traveling down your chest, over the thin fabric between your fingers and sensitive nipples. You let your eyes flutter closed, imagining Darylâs hands traveling where yourâs are. You slowly let them drift down your stomach, pressing your thumb in gentle circles on your hips. Your legs canât help but start to fidget as you get more and more impatient for him. In your fantasy, Daryl is leaning over you now, bringing his lips down to the sensitive skin of your hips, nipping at you affectionately, bringing his tongue out in apologies when he bites you harder, making your hips buck.Â
âEasy,â he would growl out, his breath fanning over your eager center. He turns his head and bites, licks, nips, sucks on your inner thigh near the juncture of your apex and leg. Your hand reaches down to intertwine into his long hair, your body begging for him.Â
Your fingers slowly meet your wetness, starting on the lips and entrance, imagining his tongue there instead. Circling your most sensitive area without giving you what you want most. Your back is arching off the bed, sweat starting to bead on your chest and forehead. You imagine his hands gripping your hips harder now, trying to steady you as he devours you. His tongue finally comes into contact with your clit, flattening his tongue and laving at it like itâs his last meal on earth. He purses his lips, suckling you and grazing his teeth against the nub. Your eyes flash open at the feeling of it, pausing and breathing heavily. You stare at the top bunk above you, collecting yourself before you get too close to the edge. You gently glide your fingers down again, toward your slippery hole.
Daryl has his mouth back on your center in his mind. Fisting his cock again, he leans back against the bathroom wall, mouth slightly agape, eyes closed in ecstasy. In his mindâs eye, he is kissing, sucking, eating, nipping, devouring you. Your fingers tighten in his hair and your legs are resting over his shoulders as he brings his fingers up to tease your entrance, his mouth never leaving you. You gasp and buck when he inserts a long finger into you, immediately finding the corner of your walls that makes your eyes roll. Youâre already close, he can feel you tightening around him and he brings another finger into you. Your hips are undulating against his hand, riding his fingers in pure bliss. Your sweet, gushing cunt is convulsing against his fingers, your legs beginning to tense. But before you have a chance to finish, he pulls away from you.Â
âJesus, Darylâ you whisper to yourself, your hips bucking at your own fingers inside of you. Youâre grinding against your own hands, trying to find the friction you so badly need.
âFuck,â Daryl growls out loud as his hand is moving faster on himself, his cock hot and heavy in his hand. Heâs raising himself up in front of you, hands back under your thighs to pull you towards him. His cock slides up and down your soaked entrance, and your hands are gripping his arms, nails pressing into him, eager. So eager for him. Your body begging before you can speak the words, âDaryl,â he imagines you whispering into his neck, finally able to make a coherent word in your blissed out state, âplease,â.Â
He grabs your hips, pulling you into him fully. He lets his throbbing cock enter you. Your head falls back and his mouth meets your throat, loving the salty taste of your sweat on his tongue now. The symphony of your moans and slapping of skin echoes in his ears making his cock twitch in his hand.Â
Youâre gyrating against your hand in hopeless abandon, your other hand coming up to graze your nails against your throat, imagining Darylâs teeth on you while he enters you. He isnât a quiet lover in your mindâheâs grunting against your skin, his mouth vibrating with the sound coming from him. You donât mean to you but your quiet whispers of ecstasy are turning into whimpers. And when your fingers finally find that one spot, hitting your clit perfectly against the heel of your palm, you let out a moan.Â
âDaryl,â
Your moaning is driving Daryl wild, heâs thrusting into you with sweet abandon, pulling you flush against him like he canât get you close enough. But suddenly he takes a pause from a disturbance in the hallway outside. He stills and listens intently. Thereâs a gentle echoing out in the cell block andâdid he just hear his own name? No, no, heâs just imagining it from thinking of you.
No waitâ yes. Yes, that's his name. Softly being called out to him. He tucks his pulsing, aching member back into his pants in what only can be described as bewilderment. He gets out of the bathroom and softly walks down the cell block, getting closer to the sounds of a desperate whimpering.Â
You are careful not to let another loud moan out again, aware people could be sleeping around you. But you truly could not contain the whimpers coming out of your mouth, the heavy breathes that you were gulping as you continued to ride your hand, imagining the archerâs cock deep inside you. You wondered what heâd really feel like, how heâd stretch you out as youâd cling to his gorgeous biceps. Would he be slow and agonizingly tender or would he be so ravenous he wouldnât be able to be gentle with you? You knew in your core you didnât want him gentle. At least not the first time he got his hands on you. Youâre palming your own chest, imagining his hand grabbing, pulling, kneading your breast. Your legs are trembling from the pressure building in your core now, your skin flushing with heat. You canât help the desperate whimpers escaping from you now in the moonlit cell block, forgetting the people sleeping around you. His name keeps slipping through your mouth along with a string of incoherent curses.Â
âAre you going to cum for me?â You hear him say, but you jolt with electricity when you realize it wasnât in your head. Your eyes fly open, your body frozen in place. You are fully and completely in the direct view of the archer in the doorway. His eyes are hauntingly dark with desire, and when you get a good look at him, his pants are tight against his lower half.Â
âWhatâwhatâre youââ you hoarsely whisper.
He makes his way over to you, pulling your hand up to his face, taking both of your fingers into his mouth to taste you. His tongue glides deliciously around your sensitive finger tips, sucking and grazing his teeth just as you imagined him.Â
âDo you wantââ he whispers.Â
âYes, god yes,â you plead.Â
He stands and begins to undress, your hands all over him and soaking in the sight of his beautiful body. Your fingers trace the lines of his muscles as he discards the last of the things keeping you from him. He joins you in the bed, leaning over you, caging you in between his arms on either side of your head.
âI wanna hear you say my name again,â he whispers, holding his fingers against your wet center.
âPlease, please no teasing. I need to know what you feel like,â you beg of him.
He groans, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. His sweat slicked hair sticking to you as he kisses and bites you tenderly. You reach down and grasp his member in your hand. Itâs hot and thick and heavy with need. He growls against your skin, sitting up now and taking your hand off of him. He interlaces your fingers and puts them back by your head, making you helpless. His other hand is on his cock, leading himself up to your entrance. He is sliding the head along your drenched center and your hips buck with need.Â
âIâve been thinking about you, just like this. Under me, on top of me, all of you. Been thinkinâ about it a long time,â his voice is hoarse, almost a whisper.
âDaryl,â you whisper. Your other hand is grabbing for him on his stomach, chest, shoulders. Touching anything you can reach, âpleaseâ
He plunges into you in sweet euphoria, and your moan escapes you before he has time to cover your mouth with his large hand. He leans on top of you now, his weight pressed into you as he thrusts with desperation into you. God, you feel just as good as he expected. Better even. Tight, warm, delicious walls constricting around him.Â
He doesnât relent, bringing his hand down between you finally to press his thumb on your sensitive nub. Your eyes roll back and you're meeting his hips with every thrust now. Heâs beginning to get messy with his rhythm and his sweat drips down onto your chest.
âFuck,â he grunts.
You nod vigorously, âIâmâmm so c-close-ss-â you breathe, gripping his arms with desperation.
âCum with me, baby, pleaseâfuck. I want to see you cum with my cock inside you,â he says breathlessly. Your back arches at his words, and the feeling of your cunt convulsing around him topples him over the edge just as you do the same.Â
Darylâs face is tucked into your neck as you both take deep breaths. Your hand is on the back of his neck, gently brushing the nape of his neck. He then pulls himself out of you and drops next to you. But he turns and wraps his arm around your body, pulling you in tight. You turn to face him, looking into his icy blue eyes. When you meet his eyes, both oh you canât help but let out breathy laughs, utterly awed by the nightâs events.
