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i need a man that looks like this to waltz into my life and ruin it completely making me crazy so then i have to pack up all my shit and live my life in the mountains or sum shit.
~Don't Leave
Word count: 1480 words.
Warnings: swearing, sex, creampie, unprotected sex (don't be stupid guys). 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Tomorrow was the day: the day Ville left to go back to Finland for touring. You hated when he left you, it made you extra whiny and needy; which annoyed to Ville to no end. It was late morning and he was packing his bags while you lied lazily on your stomach on the bed, watching him intently. "C'mon babyy, you're being so boring. You can pack later." you whined, pouting your lip to tease him. He rolled his eyes while shoving some shirts into his suitcase, "You know I must pack now darling. My flight leaves early tomorrow." his smooth, deep, Finish voice always made you feel something. You huffed, rolling onto your back so that your head hung off the edge of the bed. "Yeah well you can't spend the whole time packing or you'll have no time for me." you pointed out. "Well maybe that's my plan." he said, smirking since he knew you'd be pissed off.
You huffed, deciding to sit up on the bed as Ville began to strategically fold his clothes. "Oh come on, you never fold your clothes like this. You're such a messy guy and you're totally doing this on purpose." you complained as you sat criss-cross on the bed. His smirk grew into a genuine smile when he saw how annoyed you were, "Me? Never, my love." You groaned, snatching the shirt from his hands and holding it out of his reach as he tried to lean across the bed and get it from you. "Gimme my fuckin' shirt." he groaned, grabbing your ankle as you tried to get away. You yelped as he tugged you across the bed and into him so that your legs were on either side of his waist. He smirked at the stunned look on your face as he snatched his shirt back from you, tossing it into the floor.
"What the hell Ville, I thought you had to pack." you mocked him. "Ah well now darling, you've seemed to have distracted me...." his smooth words sent a chill down your spine, and you could see him visibly getting excited. You looked up at him, biting your lip softly as his thumbs gently rubbed your ankles. He brought one of your ankles up to his lips and began to gently kiss up your leg. You sighed softly and he smirked against your skin. His tongue slid out of his mouth and onto the sensitive skin of your ankle as you squirmed.
As he kissed further up your leg he began to crawl over you, settling right between your legs; on top of you. You looked up at him with desire as you felt his erection pressing into your core. "You like that don't you darling? It's what you wanted?" he leaned down to pepper kisses around your right ear, "To be pinned down by me? And let me have my way with you?" You moaned softly at his words, leaning further into him. He chuckled against your ear before licking it seductively, "I'll take that as a yes."
His hands found the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head quickly before tugging his own up and off. As your hands began tracing his toned body, his right hand went behind your back to unhook your bra in one swift motion; his other hand holding himself over your body. Once his hand pulled it off he began massaging your tits with both his hands. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth and swirling his tongue over your hardened bud. You gasped as he gently bit down before switching to the other one, repeating his previous actions.
You were gasping and gently pressing your nails into the skin of his back as he released your tit with a 'pop' sound. A string of saliva connecting it to his mouth as he grinned at you, leaning in and capturing your lips in another rough kiss. You instantly melted into the kiss, the way you so easily became putty in this man's hands should've been studied. Your hands went to the button on his jeans and you felt him smirk against your lips. "Damn darling, you're really desperate aren't you?" he cooed, causing your eyes to snap up and meet his. "No no, continue sweetheart...please.." he whispered in your ear as he peppered kisses along your neck.
You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, instantly freeing his erection as he tended to go comando. He hissed at the feeling of your soft fingertips on his member, a low sound forming in his throat that made shivers run down your spine. He pulled away just long enough to yank his jeans fully off, and then he was back on you in an instant. His hands pawed at you; down your sides, squeezing your tits, and running through your hair.
You whined as you felt his hard member against your wet heat and he smirked. "Tell me what you want darling..." he mumbled against your skin as he left wet, hot, kisses across your chest and tits. Your hands were tugging his hair as you let out a soft whine, "I want you Ville...please.." you breathed, moving your hips against him, needing to feel any stimulation at all. "Then I'll give you me.." he said, lifting off of you and grabbing himself, pumping a few times before placing himself at your entrance.
"All of me.' he added. In an instant you went from feeling desperately empty to overwhelmingly full; he'd completely submerged himself inside you as you let out a cry. The burn was intensely satisfying, but tears still pricked at your eyes. "Oh fuck Ville-" you whined as he smirked, loving to see you desperate beneath him. "What's wrong darling? I thought this what you wanted." he purred, taking both your wrists into one of his large hands. "Yeah, it is..." you breathed as he pinned your arms over your head. His other hand gripped your hip, "Ready for me to move, my darling?" he asked, and you could see his own desperation showing through in his eyes.
You nodded, knowing he needed to feel you just as badly as you needed to feel him; despite his refusal to admit it. He immediately began to pump in and out of you; his strokes slow and deliberate at first. You groaned, wanting to touch him so badly. "Oh Ville~" you whined, your eyes rolling back and a yelp falling off your lips as he hit your sweet spot. "Fuck Ville let me touch you, I wanna feel you-" you begged, feeling your walls clenching already. He groaned in pleasure and released your wrists, letting himself lean down so your bodies were pressed together tightly.
Your hands immediately gripped his back, your nails digging in. The feeling of skin-on-skin added to the pleasure as his lips captured yours. With one hand on your hip and the other propping him up he pumped in and out of you relentlessly, the sweat between your bodies building right with your climaxes. "Fuck sweetheart, you're squeezing me so tight." he groaned, his accent thicker than ever before. You felt the knot in your stomach building as he began to move faster; his strokes hitting you even deeper as he began letting out his own deep sounds of pleasure.
"I'm not gonna last much longer darling, I wanna feel you first." he purred in your ear, causing you to moan louder. His hand moved from your hip to between your bodies; rubbing your clit relentlessly. You gasped and dug your nails deeper into his skin as he cursed from the pleasure and pain.
The knot in your stomach finally broke and you let out a loud cry followed by a string of curses and his name repeated over and over. The pleasure felt like a wave of euphoria crashing through your entire body. You bit down on his shoulder to help muffle some of your noises. His own release quickly followed, the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him was just too much and he broke. The deepest moan you'd ever heard escaped from his lips as his pumps stuttered, letting himself spill inside you in hot ropes. His hands gripped your hips so tight you knew you'd have bruises and his forehead was pressed tight against your chest. You whined from the feeling as your labored breaths mixed into a slow, sexy, kiss.
Your lips parted and his green eyes found yours, then he got up and found a towel to clean you. You watched him fondly as he cleaned you up. He then crawled back into bed, pulling you into his chest and holding you tightly. "I love you sweetheart." he mumbled, kissing your head and breathing in your hair. You smiled, nuzzling into his chest. "I love you too Ville."
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Watching twd rn and can Abraham stop saying “mother dick” pls like who tf says that.
hii dear, i was wondering if you could write some fluff with daryl, where reader finds out he carries a polariod picture of her? he could have got it from Glenn since he got a camera😅 it could be on the earlier seasons (your pic) bc season 1 to 4 daryl have my heart😭💕
A/N: Hii tysm for requesting!! I really hope this is what you asked for <3 Enjoy!
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Season 4 at The Prison
Summary: Finding a picture of you in Daryl's bag while doing the laundry.
Daryl had come back from a run with Rick; the two of them had gone on a run to scavenge supplies from the nearby structures and ended up finding only a few things. He was exhausted and beat up on not being able to find much, only a few boxes of medicine and a couple of containers of food. The moment he walked into your cell, he collapsed on the bed with a grunt, feeling warmth from where you previously laid.
You were busy sorting through your clothes since you had planned on doing laundry, letting out a small hum as you watched him come in and collapse on the bed. Pouting slightly at his tired state, you made your way across the shared cell and rubbed his back, pressing a small kiss to his head. “I’m gonna wash some of our clothes, m’kay Dar?” you spoke softly as you combed your fingers through his hair.
He let out another grunt, though it was softer this time as he grew tired, the scent of you on the pillow in his face slowly lulling him to sleep. You smiled to yourself and kissed his head once more before standing up and picking up his bag before leaving the cell and making your way to the prison’s laundry room.
Once you made your way into the room, you set your bags down on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you went through them, sorting your clothes from pants and shirts. Daryl always brought you all kinds of clothes he found on runs, stuff he’d think you’d like, like dresses or skirts. When you finished with your clothes, you moved onto his, separating his shirts and pants, finding all kinds of random stuff in his bag like bolts and trash and other sorts of junk.
While you cleaned it out, you shook it over the counter, hearing a small thump and raising your eyebrows as you saw a picture fall out of it. You put the bag down and picked it up, gently shaking the dirt off of it and smiling to yourself at it. It was a picture of you sitting with Maggie and Carl when you guys were sitting in the grass in the sun laughing. You felt your cheeks burning slightly as you huffed softly to yourself, slipping it into your pocket and taking the clothes before going and doing the laundry.
After a few hours of washing your clothes (his having to be washed twice), you made your way back to the cell block, hanging them to dry on the top bunk above Daryl as he started to wake up, hearing you come back with a small tired groan as he rolled over on his back. “What’re ya’ doin’ that’s so damn loud...?” he grumbled, looking up at you through his messy bangs. You let out a small sigh and set the basket down once you finished hanging them up and sat next to him.
“I told you I was going to do laundry, Dar…” You smiled and brushed his hair out of his face as you looked down at him. He scoffed and scooted closer to you, pulling on your wrist and setting your hand on his chest. “Mmm, knew that…” he mumbled, frowning at you. With a soft hum, you pulled the picture out from your pocket and held it out in front of him, watching as his eyes widened and his face burned red before he snatched it from you.
“Why ya always goin’ through ma’ shit?” he asked with an annoyed tone, looking up at you. Though he wasn’t really annoyed, just embarrassed. You giggled softly and put your hands in your lap as you tilted your head. “For the 7 millionth timeeee Daryl, I was doing your laundry because all your clothes stink,” you teased. His eyes narrowed at you and scoffed, pinching your side playfully before pulling you into bed.
You laughed as he pulled you closer, feeling his arms wrap around you and his lips press against your hair. “Just be quiet… Got it from Glenn a while back, alright?” he admitted, his ears reddening as he hid his face in your neck.
“Awww really? He took a picture and gave it to you?” You giggled, pulling his head up and kissing his face all over. He let out an annoyed groan as he held your waist, gripping your shirt tightly and accepting his fate.
“I'll have to ask him for one next time, or maybe I’ll just steal his camera…” you whispered, looking down at him and seeing the irritated expression on his face disappear as you kissed him.
He melted into the kiss and sighed softly against your lips, his expression softening as he pulled away and looked up at you as you lay on top of him. “Yer lucky I love ya’..” he mumbled as he rubbed your back gently.
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by the time you stepped out of your trailer, the sun had started to set over the horizon. the all too familiar humidity of the south still lingered in the air, clinging to your skin. you could hear the distant hum of the television playing from one of the neighbouring trailers, the occasional bark of a dog, and the ever present buzz of cicadas. the trailer park always felt slower in the late afternoon, like the whole world was sweating out the day and waiting for the cooler night air to settle in.
but you weren’t thinking about any of that.
you were thinking about daryl.
it had been over a day since the fight. since the way he had thrown himself into it without hesitation. since he had sat on your couch, quiet and brooding, before walking out into the night without another word. since he had been avoiding you.
you knew daryl well enough to know he wasn’t the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve— merle made that clear. hell, sometimes it felt like he didn’t even know where his heart was, let alone how to show it. but this was different. something about the way he had reacted that night— about the way he had looked at you. it had stuck with you ever since.
and now? he was acting like none of it had happened.
you weren’t gonna let that slide.
determined, you made your way through the dirt path winding between the trailers, scanning for him. you spotted merle first, sitting on his busted lawn chair with a beer in hand, talking shit with some of the usual lowlifes that hung around. but daryl was nowhere near him.
it wasn’t until you rounded the corner by his trailer that you finally saw him. he was hunched over his bike, forearms streaked with grease, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and dark strands of hair in his eyes as he worked. his posture was tense, like he could feel someone— you —watching him, but he didn’t look up.
you knew he’d heard you coming.
“daryl,” you called, stepping closer.
no response.
typical.
you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “you planning on ignoring me forever, or just until i stop trying?”
still, nothing.
you clenched your jaw, exhaling through your nose. fine. if he wanted to act like a stubborn ass, you could play that game as well.
marching up to him, you nudged his boot with the toe of your sneaker. “hey— look at me.”
daryl finally glanced up, but it was fleeting, barely a second before he turned back to his work. “ain’t ignorin’ you,” he muttered, voice low.
“could’ve fooled me,” you shot back. “you’ve been acting weird ever since you got into that fight.”
at that, his jaw clenched. “nothin’ weird about it,” he grumbled.
you scoffed, throwing your hands up. “bullshit.”
daryl let out a long sigh, wiping his hands on a rag before standing to his full height. “drop it, (y/n).”
“no,” you spoke firmly, standing your ground. “i’m not dropping it. i deserve to know what your problem is.”
daryl shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck like this whole conversation was some big inconvenience to him.
you took a step closer, your voice softer now. “daryl… just talk to me.”
his shoulders stiffened, and for a second, you thought he might actually open up. but then, just as quick, that wall of his slammed back into place.
“ain’t nothin’ to talk about,” he muttered.
you exhaled sharply, frustration burning in your chest. “you got into a fight over me. that’s not nothing.”
his hands flexed at his sides, like he wanted to hit something— just not you. never you.
“i don’t know how,” he admitted suddenly, his voice raw.
you blinked, taken aback for a second. “what?”
daryl exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. “i don’t know how to do this,” he said, shaking his head. “any of it. sayin’ things. explainin’ shit. feelin’ shit.” his voice dropped lower. “ain’t never been good at it.”
your heart clenched in your chest. daryl had always been a closed book, but this? this was him cracking open just enough for you to see inside.
“you don’t have to be good at it,” you said quietly. “you just have to try.”
daryl let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “ain’t that simple.”
you took another step forward, hand reaching out to graze along his bicep. “it could be.”
he met your gaze, and for the first time in days, you saw it— the storm brewing behind his eyes, the weight he carried but never spoke about.
“i just—“ his fingers twitched like he didn’t know what to do with them. “i couldn’t stand seein’ him touch you.”
your stomach flipped for a moment. “why?”
daryl swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. “i don’t know,” he admitted. “i just had to stop it.”
your breath hitched. the way he was looking at you, like he was trying to figure something out, like he was just as confused as you felt— it made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t explain.
“daryl…” your voice was barely above a whisper. “you always look out for me. but this felt different. was it?”
his lips parted slightly, but then he just shook his head again, running a hand through his hair.
“i don’t know,” he murmured, but the way he said it told you he did know. he just wasn’t ready to admit it.
silence settled between you, thick and heavy with everything left unsaid.
“you know,” you sighed, voice still soft. “for someone i’ve known most of my life, you sure do have more walls than this whole damn trailer park.
“you talk to merle?” he chuckled dryly, the fainted ghost of a smirk on his lips, but it was gone as fast as it appeared. “i ain’t doin’ it on purpose.”
“i know,” you nodded. “but you don’t have to shut me out.”
daryl exhaled, glancing away, his fingers tapping against his thigh like he was debating something.
finally, his eyes met yours again. “i ain’t good at this.”
“i know. you don’t have to be,” you assured him. “you just have to be honest.”
he studied you for a long moment, then nodded his head, like he was at least willing to try.
it wasn’t everything. it wasn’t a full explanation. but it was something.
and for now, that was enough.
at least, that’s what you told yourself.
but the silence stretched between you, thick and heavy with everything left unsaid. the sun had dipped below the horizon now, the sky darkening above you. you could hear merle laughing from around the corner, that and the sounds of the trailer park filling the space between you.
you didn't want to walk away just yet.
daryl shifted, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to shake something off. “you done interrogatin’ me now?” he muttered.
you huffed a quiet laugh, but your chest still ached. “i just don’t get you sometimes.”
daryl rubbed a hand over his jaw. “yeah, well… i don’t get me either.
you frowned at him. “daryl.”
his jaw clenched at the way you said his name, like he knew you weren’t done yet.
“you don’t have to figure it all out right now,” you continued. “but don’t act like nothing happened.”
daryl exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “i ain’t actin’ like nothin’ happened.”
you arched a brow at him. “you sure? because you spent the last day avoiding me like i had the damn plague.”
his lips twitched, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes. “ain’t about you.”
“then what is it about?”
he hesitated, shifting his weight.
you could see it— the battle waging inside of him. the part of him that wanted to keep everything locked up tight, and the part of him that maybe, just maybe, wanted to let you in.
finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair again. “i don’t like seein’ people treat you like that,” he admitted. “ain’t right. had to step in.”
your heart skipped. “i know that daryl, but you didn’t just step in. you lost it.”
daryl looked away, his fingers flexing at his sides. “yeah, well…” he exhaled sharply. “i ain’t proud of it.”
you watched him carefully, hesitating your words for a moment. “would you do it again?”
his head snapped back to you, eyes dark, unreadable. and that look— that look he gave you —send something warm curling in your stomach.
“in a heartbeat.”
those words hit you like a slow moving wave, sinking into your skin, wrapping around your ribs.
in a heartbeat.
it was the closest thing to a confession you’d ever get from daryl dixon.
you swallowed the lump in your throat. there it was. that… unspoken thing between you. the thing neither of you had put words to yet.
your teeth tugged on your bottom lip as you shifted on your feet. “you didn’t have to shut me out,” you said again.
daryl stared at you for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. and then, to your surprise, he gave the smallest of nods. it wasn’t much, but it was more than you ever expected.
the tension between you hadn’t gone away, not really. it was still there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting. but for now, this was enough.
you’d take the small victory.
with a quiet sigh, you moved forward, wrapping your arms around his torso, head resting against his chest.
“you still mad at me?” he asked softly, arms almost immediately wrapping around your frame. it was always comforting being wrapped up in him, like he’d protect you from anything and everything— which he would.
you exhaled, shaking your head as you continued to hold onto him. “nah, i was never mad.”
his brow furrowed as he looked down at you. “sure as hell seemed like it.”
you shook your head, looking up with a tired sort of smile. “i was just frustrated. trying to understand.”
daryl grunted a little, his chin resting atop your head. “good luck with that.”
you laughed, shaking your head a little. “yeah, no kidding.”
silence fell between you again as you held each other, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
you both just stood there, the summer air thick and warm, the weight of the last few days finally starting to ease.
after a while, you pulled away, stretching your arms over your head. “you hungry?”
daryl furrowed his brows at you. “what?”
you shrugged your shoulders. “i’m making something back at my place. figured you might wanna eat.”
daryl hesitated for a second, then nodded ever so slightly. “yeah, alright.”
you didn’t make a big deal out of it. you just turned and started walking, trusting that he’d follow.
and sure enough, he did.
because for all the walls daryl dixon had, for all the ways he tried to keep people out.
he never really let you go too far.
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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Oneshot
word count: 2.2k
(There better not be errors I put this through a grammar checker 3 times..)
Warnings: Swearing, Fingering, Unprotected sex (Dont be silly guys..), Creampie. (think that's it, enjoy) MDNI 18+
Daryl and you had been together since before the walker incident had started; the two of you lived together in a shitty townhouse for a few years with his older brother, Merle, until your upstairs neighbors had come bursting through your window trying to attack the three of you while you were asleep. You found a small group in Atlanta and stayed with them for a short while until Merle had decided to get himself into trouble with the new guy, Rick, which caused a huge argument between him and Daryl before they went off to find Merle. The camp had been ambushed by a horde of walkers moments before they returned, which resulted in where you were now, The Greene’s Family Farm.
You stood in Maggie’s room going through her closet as she sat on the bed; you had plans for something special tonight. While getting dressed for the day, your eyes landed on a white dress covered in tiny flowers that were barely noticeable. You pulled it out of the closet and held it to your chest as you looked over at Maggie, smiling. She looked over at you and raised her eyebrows. “Oh my gosh, I forgot about that one. I think you should wear that one today.” She smiled softly.
Your cheeks reddened slightly as you let out a small laugh, starting to get dressed. “Really? It’s not too much?” you asked as you pulled the dress over your head, seeing as it stopped just below your knees. You looked in the mirror and gave a small twirl before looking back at Maggie. She let out a small whistle and got up and walked over to you, putting her hands on your shoulders. “You look amazing; Daryl is going to love it…” She giggled and brought you over to her vanity to do your hair.
After an hour of her doing your hair, she was done. You made your way out of the house and over to Daryl, who was sitting in your shared tent working on his crossbow. Ever since the two of you had moved your tent away from the farmhouse, you and Daryl have been more intimate, not exactly going all the way yet, but you made out every now and then, with small touches here and there too. You wanted tonight to be special; you had decided you wanted to take the next step with him.
You stepped into the tent and smiled as you saw him; he looked up from his crossbow and grunted softly, looking over towards you, his lips parting to speak, but his words got caught in his throat as he saw your dress. You stepped over to him and brushed your fingers through his short, dirty blonde hair. “Hey, Dar… I was wondering if you could come with me out to the field; I want to go pick up some flowers for Maggie,” you muttered softly as you picked his head up, making him look at you.
He looked up at you as his eyebrows furrowed at your touch; his ears burned red slightly as he huffed. “Really…flowers? What’s so important bout’ some damn flowers?” he grumbled, putting his crossbow down as he rested his hands on your waist, brushing his thumbs over your hips, feeling the soft material of the dress.
You blushed slightly and smiled as you leaned down to kiss his cheek before pulling him up to his feet by his arms. “Come on… Please? It will only take a minute, just to the field nearby…” you pouted as you looked up at him; he frowned slightly as he looked at you before leaning down with a small sigh and pressing his lips against your forehead.
“Aight, I guess so…” he mumbled as he picked up his crossbow, slinging it over his shoulder before he left the tent with you following behind him as the two of you made your way over to the field near the woods. You walked ahead of him as you felt his gaze on you, looking back at him every now and then to make sure he was still behind you. Once you two had made it to the field, he stopped in his tracks beside you and looked around to make sure there were no walkers.
As you bent down and picked up some grass, you looked over at him with a smile and tossed it in his direction before you ran off. He stepped back and looked at the grass that covered his clothes before looking over at you running off; his eyes narrowed at you, and he took off after you. “Get back ‘ere! Don’t be runnin’ away from me!” he shouted as he chased you around the field of flowers you were standing in.
You giggled as you ran, your hair flowing in the wind as you heard him quickly catch up to you; he grasped your hips tightly as he spun you around in his arms, his foot slipping in a patch of grass as he brought you to the ground with him with a small thud. You gasped as he fell on top of you; he groaned softly and leaned up on his elbows, looking down at you as he rubbed his head. You let out a small breath as you looked up at him, giggling.
“This isn’t what I thought you meant when you told me you fell for me…” you whispered as you smiled. He looked at you quietly for a moment as his ears started to redden once more, his eyes glancing down at your lips for a moment before they returned to yours, as if he were asking for your permission. You blushed and gave him a soft smile and nodded. He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours for a moment before he kissed you, slowly and gently.
You reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair as you kissed him back, humming softly against his lips as his hands lifted the hem of your dress. He let out a small sigh and slipped his hands under your dress, feeling your soft thighs against the rough pads of his hands as he grasped them. He trailed his lips down your neck and kissed and nipped the skin gently. You tilted your head back and let out a small whine.
He let out a small chuckle and pulled the sleeves of your dress down, revealing your chest to the cold air as a shiver ran down your spine. You tilted your head at him and smiled. “Stop laughing at me; I was trying to be cute…” You whispered softly, and he smiled and ran his hands down your sides. “Mmm… sorry, yer just’ so cute…” he muttered softly before he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth.
Your hands made their way into his hair and tugged at the short strands gently, letting out a small sigh at the feeling of his tongue tracing around the small bud. His hand gently kneaded your other breast as his other one made its way back underneath your dress, toying with the fabric of your underwear and pushing it to the side, brushing his fingers along your folds. He let out a small groan at the feeling of your arousal coating them.
The wind blew lightly around you as it started to get darker, the night falling by the second, but the two of you were too engrossed in the moment to care. You felt his finger entering you, gasping as your head tilted back against the grass. Biting your lip, you tugged at his hair once more, letting out a small whimper as his thick digit stretched you out. “Yer so tight…” he whispered against your chest, his lips trailing down your skin as he pulled your dress down your body.
He added another, curling them gently and hitting your sweet spot. You moaned out as he curled his fingers inside you, the knot slowly building up in the pit of your stomach as he pumped them in and out of you; he gradually picked up the speed as the heat between you grew. His breathing got heavy, and his body got hotter as his lips explored your body, trailing down your stomach and stopping just below your navel before he looked up at you, watching as your lips parted with every gasp.
“Yer being’ so good for me, Sunshine. Come on,” he whispered as he scissored his fingers, letting out a small chuckle from the moan you let out. Your stomach tightened more and more by the second until the knot snapped. With a small cry, you came around his fingers. He slowly removed them and let out a groan at the sight of your arousal coating them; he pushed his pants down his hips just enough to free himself, hissing softly as the cold air hit his cock.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, pressing his body against yours as he intertwined your fingers, holding it down against the soft blades of grass. “Are ya sure ya wanna do this?” he asked as he looked at you, stroking your thigh softly. You nodded your head and reached up to touch his cheek, bringing him into another kiss as you sighed softly. “I love you, Daryl. I wanna do this with you…” you whispered against his lips.
The feeling of your touch on his skin, your voice in his ears, and your lips on his. He couldn’t get enough of you. He pushed your underwear to the side once more and lined himself up with your entrance before gently pushing into you. Letting out a small curse as your tight walls hugged him.
You pressed your lips against his and felt his hand tighten in yours, moaning out as his cock stretched you open. He pressed further inside you, trying not to hurt you as he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size. His hand left your thigh and moved up into your hair, stroking it gently as he whispered soft praises into your ear. You slowly relaxed into him as the pain subsided, pleasure filling your senses as you leaned into his touch. “Daryl…” you whined. He looked at you for a moment, feeling the way your hips squirmed against his, silently begging him to move.
He pulled out all the way before he pushed back in, keeping his pace slow as he moved his hips against yours; the sound of your soft gasps and moans in his ear was driving him crazy, loving the way your hand squeezed his. “Ya sound so good…” he groaned as he picked up his pace, biting down on his bottom lip to concentrate. He wanted to focus on you, your pleasure; he didn’t care about his, only yours.
His hand moved back to your thigh as he pulled it up to his chest, hooking your leg over his shoulder. Your moans grew louder as his thrusts deepened, his cock hitting deeper and harder as the knot in your stomach came back quicker. He wrapped his arm around your thigh and let go of your hand, reaching down to rub your clit between his fingers. You grasped the grass tightly between your fingers as he slammed into you over and over; it was too much; you felt like you were gonna burst.
With one more rub of your clit, you came undone, moaning out his name and coming around him. “Fuck..!” he cursed as he felt you coming around him; his thrusts got more sloppy as he thrust into you a few more times before spilling inside you with a soft moan. He held your leg tightly as he came down from his high, looking down at you as he watched you relax. He gently pulled out of you and listened to the soft whine you made, watching his release spill out of you and onto the grass.
He fixed your underwear and pulled your dress back up over your chest with a small chuckle. “Come on, let’s get you back…” He tucked himself back in his pants and pulled them up before picking you up in his arms and carrying you back to your shared tent. Once the two of you made it back, he set you down on the mess of blankets and cleaned you up with one of his dirty shirts.
You watched as he cleaned you up, smiling at his gentle touch. “I love you…” you spoke softly, your throat slightly dry from earlier. He looked up at you and paused for a second before he put the shirt down and grunted, lying down next to you and pulling you into his arms. “Yeah, yeah…” he murmured as he pressed his lips against your temple. “Get some rest…” he brushed the hair from your face.
You let out a small hum as you felt his lips against your head. “Alright, alright…” you sighed and cuddled into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and closing your eyes. He watched as you fell asleep in his arms, breathing softly against his chest as it made his heart race. “I love ya... Sunshine,” he whispered against your hair before falling asleep beside you. The two of you slept soundly in the comfort of each other's arms, your thoughts clear and your hearts beating in one together.
Ty for reading :))) hopefully this smut was good I'm still getting the hang of it ♡😵💫
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THIS IS SO PERFECT
You: If we're gonna date, you may have to defeat my seven fictional exes. Them: ...seven fictional exes? You: Yeah Them: ...fictional. Is that seriously a thing? You: you can say no. Them: What do I have to do? Tear up a book? *laughs* Okay! You: Don't say I didn't warn you...
so the question is...who are your seven fictional exes?
Nope. New guy doesn’t stand a chance in hell.
@shadowcitrine @enlightndone @dixons-sunshine @dixonsdarkelf @lazyneonrabbitt @deansapplepie @snailss @dixondystopia @ffsjustletmesleep
Probably wouldn’t stand a chance except for Mr. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
@francisofthespook @holdmytesseract @dixons-sunshine @negansbestie @stellar-waves @gothic-pumpkin & anyone else who wants to
@holdmytesseract @ffsjustletmesleep @dixondystopia and anyone who wants to join. (Sorry if you were already tagged.)
this is so hard to choose LMAOOO no particular order..
@moonbaby6 @missriddle03 @dixonsdarkelf (sorry if u were tagged already i have bad memory)
Idk who to tag but this was enjoyable😝
daryl eats pussy like ice cream pass it on
giving prison era daryl sloppy blowjobs in secluded hallways 🤤🤌
OMGGGG @moonbaby6
S(creaming) HELP??-
wait i just realized u reposted this
Only cause u did and tagged me...
giving prison era daryl sloppy blowjobs in secluded hallways 🤤🤌
OMGGGG @moonbaby6
S(creaming) HELP??-
american teenagers — iii.
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your mind was still reeling from last night.
it wasn’t the first time daryl had stepped in between you and some guy who didn’t know how to take a hint, but this time felt different. it wasn’t just the way he swung at merle’s buddy or how his jaw clenched with every insult the guy threw. it was something in his eyes— sharp and intense, almost angry. but angry at what, you didn’t have a clue.
daryl was like that though. a locked box with no key in sight. sometimes you swore you could almost hear the gears turning in his head, but he never let much out. you’d know him long enough to understand he wasn’t one for words anyway.
still, he hadn’t come back after walking you to your trailer last night. he claimed he needed to check on merle, who half stumbled into the bonfire and was likely causing all kinds of trouble. he left without much more than a gruff get some sleep, and just like that, he was gone.
now unfortunately, you didn’t have time to sit around and piece together what it all meant. life in a small town didn’t stop for a little heartache or confusion, and neither did your job.
the gas station wasn’t exactly where you’d imagine yourself spending your days, but it paid just enough to keep your dad off your back and your cigarettes stocked. that was enough for now.
leaning against the counter, you stared out at the aisles of junk food and faded magazines, listening to the hum of the cooler in the background. a slow day— nothing new. the usual parade of truckers passing through and the town’s regulars had already come and gone, mostl leaving behind a little more than crude remarks or greasy handprints on the counter.
the bell over the door jingled, pulling your from your thoughts. your eyes flickered toward the entrance, ready to size up the next customer— and froze.
daryl.
he walked in like he hadn’t just turned your world upside down the night before, his shoulders hunched slightly, his eyes scanning the shelves before they landed on you.
“hey,” he spoke lowly, his voice rough but still soft, like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome.
“hey,” you replied, your tone more even than you felt. you straightened up, wiping your hands on your jeans.
for a moment, he didn’t move, just stood there like he was debating whether to stay or turn around. then he scratched the back of his neck, his signature sign of nervousness, and shuffled over to the counter.
“figured i’d stop by,” he muttered, his gaze flickering between you and the counter top. “see how you were doin’.”
your chest tightened at his words, but you kept your face neutral. “i’m fine,” you said, though the slight crack in your voice betrayed you.
his eyes narrowed slightly, and you could tell he didn’t believe you. “that guy last night… he didn’t—“
“no,” you interrupted quickly. “he didn’t. you made sure of that.”
daryl’s jaw worked, his teeth pressing together for a moment before he nodded. “good.”
the silence stretched between you, heavy and loaded, but not uncomfortable. it was the kind of silence you’d shared a hundred times before, the kind where words weren’t always necessary. still, something about this one felt different and you couldn’t stop your mind from reeling.
“why’d you do it?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop yourself. you were aware you had already asked him the same thing last night, but you weren’t exactly convinced.
daryl blinked, caught off guard. “do what?”
“jump in like that,” you clarified, your voice softer now. “i know i already asked, and i know you’ve done it before. but last night felt— i don’t know. different.”
he glanced away, his fingers tapping lightly against the counter. for a moment, you thought he wasn’t going to answer, but then he spoke, his voice low and almost hesitant.
“didn’t really think about it,” he admitted. “just saw him grabbin’ you, and… i don’t know. i just had to.”
your breath caught a little, his words hanging in the air between you. there was something much more raw and honest in his words compared to last night, something that made your heart ache in a way you didn’t entirely understand.
before you could respond, the bell above the door jingled again, breaking the spell. a customer had wandered in, and daryl straightened, his usual guarded expression slipping back into place.
“i’ll see you later,” he said gruffly, already backing towards the door.
you nodded, watching as he disappeared into the sunlight, the door swinging shut behind him.
and just like that, he was gone again. a guarded, closed off, enigma of a being wrapped in the perfect little package of daryl dixon. you weren’t as frusturated anymore, because for once, you felt like you’d seen a glimpse of something deeper in him, something he rarely let anyone see.
but you still needed answers.
when your shift had ended, the sticky heat of the afternoon had finally begun to fade, replaced by the warm, golden glow of the sun setting. you grabbed your things and headed back to the trailer park, your mind still a tangled mess of thoughts about daryl.
the familiar hum of a radio met your ears as you rounded the corner of your trailer. merle was sitting on a lawn chair out the front of his own, a beer in hand and heavy boots kicked up on a cinderblock. hearing your footsteps, he looked up, a crooked grin spreading across his face.
“hey there, darlin’,” he drawled, raising his beer ever so slightly towards you. “thought you’d still be hidin’ out after lasts nights little circus.”
you rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him as you completely ignored his comment. “where’s daryl?”
merle shrugged, taking a swig of his beer. “hell if i know, ain’t seen him since this mornin’. why? you two lovebirds having a spat?”
“cut it out merle,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “i just— i don’t get him sometimes, y’know? one second he’s all protective, and the next, he’s gone.”
merle chuckled, shaking his head. “that’s daryl for ya. thought you woulda known that by now. kid’s got more walls than this whole damn trailer park. don’t take it personal— he don’t even know what the hell’s goin’ on in that head of his half the time.”
you frowned, his words not exactly comforting, but hitting a little too close to the truth. “so what? he’s just like this with everyone?”
“nah,” merle said, his grin fading ever so slightly. “he’s got a soft spot for ya, whether he knows it or not. don’t mean he’s gonna start wearin’ his heart on his sleeve, or whatever.”
you sighed, sinking down onto the lawn chair next to him, forehead pressing against your knees. “figures.”
merle leaned back in his chair, his smirk returning. “give him time, sweetheart. he’s like a stray dog— gotta let him come to you.”
you huffed a laugh despite yourself, shaking your head as you raised it to look at him. “thanks, merle. real helpful.”
he raised his bear in a mock toast once again, his signature shit eating grin on his features. “anytime, darlin’.”
as the sun dipped lower into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you couldn’t help but wonder if merle was right. maybe daryl just needed time. or maybe you’d have to find a way to break through those walls yourself.
sure, you had known daryl for a big part of your life, and you thought you knew everything there was to know about him— but apparently not. because merle was right. he did have more walls than this damn trailer park.
and the worst part? you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to climb over them.
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american teenagers — ii.
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the sun was dipping low behind the trees, bathing the trailer park in shades of orange and gold. sunsets had always made you happy— and for a rundown old place like the trailerpark, it sure had some beautiful views. the smell of smoke from merle’s bonfire filled the air, mingling with the sounds of harsh laughter and musing blaring from the open windows of his beat up truck. his so called “party” was in full swing, with half the trailer park and a few strangers from who knows where hanging around, holding onto beers and swapping stories.
you sat on the hood of an abandoned truck— one of the many rusted vehicles that had been left to rot in the trailer park —the metal warm from the sun and sipping a beer that was already a little too warm for your liking. daryl was leaning against the front fender, a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, absentmindedly flicking ash onto the ground.
“your brother sure knows how to throw a classy event,” you teased, lowly gesturing towards the chaos. someone had already started yelling about a card game gone wrong, and a couple of merle’s friends were attempting to set up a wrestling match on the grass.
daryl snorted, taking a drag. “yeah, real high society,” he muttered, his tone dry. you had always noticed that daryl had never been the biggest fan of merle’s friends, and you didn’t blame him. you weren’t either. but you noticed how tense he was whenever they were around.
despite the rowdiness, there was a comfort in being here with daryl. you two had a way of carving out your own little bubble, even amidst the noise. he leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against your knee as he moved to place his beer on the hood beside you.
“you gonna stick around long?” he asked, his voice low, almost lost under the sound of someone revving a dirt bike.
“depends. you plan on staying sober enough to walk me three steps home?” you teased, though you knew daryl never drank much at these things. one of you had to be the responsible one, and it was almost always him.
“guess that means i’m stuck babysitting,” he chuckled softly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that formed on your features.
as the night wore on, the crowd around the fire grew rowdier. the air filled with the sounds of loud laughter, hollering, and the occasional crackle of a beer can tossed into the flames. you hopped off the truck hood, brushing your shorts off.
“i’m grabbing another drink,” you told daryl, gesturing towards the cooler by the fire. “you want anything?”
“nah,” he shook his head, but his eyes flicked to the crowd near the bonfire, his posture shifting slightly like he was already on guard. “hurry up, though. this crowd aint exactly sunday school.”
you rolled your eyes but waved him off, weaving your way through the small group of people. you had grown up around events like this, and you were definitely fiery enough to hold yourself. as you reached the cooler and bent down to grab a beer, a hand landed on your waist. the grip was firm, too firm, and when you straightened up, one of merle’s friends was standing way too close.
“hey there, sweetheart,” he drawled, his breath reeking of whiskey and cigarettes. his grin was wide, too much teeth, and his hand trailed up your arm now, tightening it’s grip around your forearm. “haven’t seen a pretty face like you ‘round much. you merle’s little sister or somethin’?”
you tensed, trying to pull your arm away, but his grip only tightened. “not his sister,” you said sharply, giving your arm another tug. “now let go.”
“aww, don’t be like that,” he slurred, leaning in closer. “just tryin’ to be friendly.” but you knew he meant anything but friendly.
your pulse quickened and disgust rose in your chest as you glanced around for an escape, but the guy was blocking your path. before you could muster a response, there was a sharp, familiar voice behind you.
“she said let go.”
daryl.
he appeared out of nowhere, but you knew he most likely had been keeping an eye on you. his presence was like a storm as he stepped between you and the man. his hand shot out, grabbing the guy’s wrist and wrenching it off your arm with a force that made him stumble back.
the guy’s, still nameless— though you could care less— expression twisted with drunken indignation. “what the hell’s your problem, dixon?” he snarled, puffing up like he had any chance of intimidating daryl.
“my problem’s with you touchin’ her,” daryl snapped, his voice low and threatening. “you’re gonna back the hell off, or i’ll make you.”
the guy laughed, a hollow, ugly sound. “oh yeah? you gonna make me?” he teased, imitating a baby voice as he shoved daryl’s shoulder. a stupid move if there ever was one.
daryl didn’t waste a second. his fist shot out, connecting with the other male’s jaw, a sickening crack sounding through. the man staggered, but didn’t go down, swinging wildly in retaliation. his fist hit daryl’s shoulder, but it wasn’t enough to phase him.
daryl grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt, slamming him into the side of an old truck. the sound reverberated through the air, and the party came to a screeching halt as everyone tuned in their attention to watch.
“think you’re real tough, huh?” the man spat, blood dripping from his split lip. he swung again, but daryl ducked, driving his knee into the guy’s stomach and sending him crumpling to the ground.
“get the hell up,” daryl growled, though his boot pressing square into the man’s chest said otherwise, his voice ice cold.
the man groaned, trying to push himself up, but daryl pressed his foot down harder, fists clenched at his sides, ready for more.
“daryl!” you shouted, stepping forward and grabbing his arm. “stop, he’s done!”
for a moment, you weren’t sure he had even heard you. his chest was heaving, eyes blazing with rage as he stared down at the man. but then he turned to you, and the tension in his body seemed to drain away almost instantly.
“you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, but his gaze didn’t waver from yours.
“i’m fine,” you said, your voice shaky but sure.
“good,” he muttered, his attention snapping back to the man still trapped under his foot. “stay the hell away from her, you hear me?” he spits, finally releasing the man from being trapped.
the man nodded weakly, coughing and wiping blood from his mouth as he crawled away, clutching his stomach.
merle’s laugh broke the silence, loud and obnoxious. “that’s my baby brother!” he hollered, clapping his hands. “knew you had it somewhere in ya!”
daryl ignored him, his focus still on you. “c’mon,” he said, nodding his head in a direction away from everyone else. “let’s get outta here.”
he didn’t wait for an answer, his hand brushing your arm as he led you away from the fire and the stares. your heart was pounding, but not just from the fight. the way daryl had looked at you— protective, furious, and something else entirely —lingered in your mind as you followed him towards your trailer, vacant from anyone else.
as the both of you reached the small porch, you glanced at him, noticing his red knuckles and tight jaw.
“thank you, daryl,” you spoke softly, looking up at him.
he glanced at you, his expression softening for just a moment. “ain’t nothin’,” he muttered, but the way he gripped the door handle before pushing it open told you it was more than that. and as you stepped inside, the noise of the party faded behind you, the silence almost jarring after the chaos outside.
you sank onto the couch, still somewhat shaken, and daryl stood near the door, arms crossed over his chest, tension radiating from him.
“why’d you do it?” you asked softly, breaking the silence.
he glanced at you, his brow furrowing. “what do you mean?”
“why’d you step in like that? you didn’t have to go that far.”
for a long moment, he didn’t answer. his gaze locked onto the floor, his jaw working like he was trying to figure out the words occupying his brain. finally, he met your eyes, and there was something raw in his expression.
“i don’t know,” he admitted, his voice low and almost hesitant. “i just— i had to. couldn’t stand seein’ him touchin’ you like that.”
the honesty in his voice hit you like a punch to the chest, a for a moment, all you could do was stare at him.
“daryl…” you started, but the words caught in your throat.
he shifted, looking uncomfortable under your gaze, but he didn’t move to leave. “you’re all i got,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “ain’t gonna let nobody mess with you.”
your chest tightened, and you felt the sting of tears you didn’t want to shed. instead of speaking, you stood up, making your way over to him and wrapping your arms around his torso, squeezing tightly. “thanks,” you spoke softly, the word carrying more weight than you could put into it.
he didn’t say anything, but you felt him nod his head as his arms wrapped around your figure, holding you close. and in that quiet moment, the unspoken connection between you felt louder than anything else.
hi guys !! i hope you enjoyed chapter 2 !! i had a lot of fun writing this one and im excited for you guys to see the rest of what i have planned 😈
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~One Chance
Word count: 3333 words
Warnings: swearing, oral !M receiving, sex, creampie, unprotected sex. 18+ MINORS DO NOTINTERACT
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Another day working at Sunlight Jr. Another day of mopping soda-stained floors, handing out scratch-offs, and checking IDs for cigarettes and alcohol. You were sitting on a stool behind the counter, letting the cheaply setup box fan give you some relief from the scorching July heat.
You were flipping through a random magazine when the bell on the door jingled, causing you to look up. You sighed to yourself, seeing the same man who had been coming in for a week straight; walk in again. He walked up to the counter, leaning against it as he pulled off his sunglasses with a smirk. "Well good mornin' angel." you stood, rolling your eyes, "Can I help you Justin?" he lifted his brow, "What kinda help we talkin' here?" "Not that kind for sure." you dismissed, wiping down the counter. "C'mon, I've been back everyday for a week straight, gimme a chance." He was now resting his elbows on the counter, his blue eyes trained on your every move as you set the cloth back down in frustration. "Justin, I've told you no before. My answer won't change. Let it go."
He scoffed, standing up straight again, "Gimme two big cash payouts and a pack of Camel filters." You nodded, grabbing his items and ringing them up,"That's $17.92." He pulled out a 20, handing it to you; his rough fingers brushing by yours. You got his change and handed it to him, but he set it back down on the counter, "Keep the change for yourself angel." And with that, he walked out the door, the lingering jingle of the bell reminding you that he was just there. After pocketing the change you went back to your magazine, the hum of the box fan being the only sound left.
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Your shift ended at 11pm that night, when you clocked out and walked outside to your car. You noticed a familiar vehicle in the parking lot; Justin's. 'What the hell?' you thought to yourself, scoffing it off as you got in your car. You pulled out of the parking lot and he pulled out behind you; only you went right and he went left. You wondered why in the hell he'd waited through your whole shift, and you also found it slightly creepy. He didn't seem like the kind of guy to hurt you, but he definitely seemed like the kind of guy to try and scare the shit out of you.
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A couple of days passed and you were back at Sunlight Jr., your boss was explaining to you how a new guy was going to start working and that you'd be the one training him. You agreed, it's not like you had much of a choice, and awaited his arrival.
Later in the day you were teaching the new guy, Cole, how to use the register; he was catching on quickly and seemed to be enjoying himself. "So then you can-" you cut off your words when you looked up, seeing Justin roaming through the aisles. It was very obvious that he wasn’t looking at anything in the aisles; his icy blue eyes steady staring at you...and Cole. You quickly looked away, ignoring him and getting back to work.
Justin, however, had different plans. He waltzed up to the counter, plopping a six-pack onto it. "Hey angel." he cooed in his usual deep and raspy voice. You'd never admit it, but his voice always made you feel something. "Hey Justin, this all?" you asked, motioning for Cole to ring up the beers. Cole obliged as Justin nodded, watching his every move. "Hey there...Cole." Justin said, reading his name tag, the sarcasm dripping from his voice as he gave an 'innocent' smile. But you could tell by the way his jawline ticked and tensed, that he was being anything but friendly.
"Uh, hey." Cole seemed thoroughly confused, "That's $12.23." Justin handed a 20, snatching the change from Cole as soon as he held it back out. Justin eyed you up and down, licking his lips before walking out. You rolled your eyes lightly after he left, filling Cole in on who he was.
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The next morning you were grocery shopping, the only problem was that you were checking out and $14 short. "Shit..." you muttered, looking at the cashier apologetically; knowing you'd have to put back some of the items. "Hey angel, fancy seein' you here." You turned to see Justin at your side, already handing his card to the cashier. "Oh no, you don’t have to do that." you argued, but he just smirked, putting his card back into his wallet. You sighed softly, taking your receipt and pushing the cart towards the exit. Justin lightly nudged you, taking your place and pushing the cart to your car for you.
As he helped you load your car he spoke, "Y'know.... now you owe me." You scoffed, "I do not. I didn't ask for your help." "Well you got it anyways. Now, it's common courtesy to repay the person who's helped you. "You sighed, shutting the door of your trunk as Justin put the cart away. "C'mon angel, gimme a chance. Let me spoil you, I got money y’know." Justin said, leaning against your car. "Yeah?" you asked. "Yeah," he confirmed, "I'm a landlord, I get a nice fat check every week." You put your hands on your hips, "Well I guess it’s too bad I don't care about money, huh?"
He chewed the inside of his lip in thought, "There's some rodeo thing coming to town, let me take you Saturday." Your hands fell from your hips as you let out an exasperated sigh, "Justin that's my-" "Birthday." he cut you off, "Yeah, I know. That's why I picked that day." Your brows furrowed in confusion, "You know? How the hell do you know?" He shrugged, leaning off of the car while still chewing his cheek, "I have my ways angel." He gave you a curt nod before walking off to his car; leaving you in confusion.
You started off towards home, mixed feeling and thoughts running through your brain. You weren't sure whether to feel flattered and seen by the fact he seemed to know every little detail about you, or creeped out. Maybe he’d found your Facebook? You figured that had to be it. You couldn’t lie to yourself about the fact he was attractive. His dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes drew you in. His style was something you shockingly found very sexy, and you wondered what it would be like to feel his chain dragging across your chest and hitting your chin in a steady rhythm. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of those thoughts. Besides, he'd left without a confirmation from you, so clearly; it wasn't happening.
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The next day at Sunlight Jr. you were restocking the cigarettes when you heard the familiar 'ding' of the bell, "Let me know if you need any help!" You called over your shoulder without looking. You heard fingers tapping on the counter behind you so your turned, seeing Justin’s familiar smirk. You felt your stomach get butterflies but you pushed it away. "Justin." you said politely. "Y/N." he chimed back, smirking as he placed two tickets on the counter. You stepped closer, reading them. "The rodeo tickets? Justin I never agreed." He chuckled, but it was more of a scoff, "You ain't gotta agree angel, you're goin' with me. Sick a seein' ya with that puny kid who works here. What's his name? Rock?" You rolled your eyes, "Cole. And jeez Justin, he's my coworker."
He snorted, "Alright then, you'll go with me?" he looked at you and his eyes seemed almost hopeful, which surprised you. You bit your lip. "C’mon angel, I know you're free." he urged. Finally, you caved. "Fine." you sighed, your hands picking up the tickets on the counter, "I’ll go with you." you looked back up at him and he was grinning. He took the tickets from you, "I'll pick you up from your house at 7pm Saturday. Should give you enough time to get ready since you get off work at 5pm." You lifted an eyebrow, "How do you?-" you cut yourself off as he started to exit, "Wait, you need my address!" He had one foot out the door as he shook his head, "Nah angel, I know where you live." he winked and left, leaving you stunned. How in the hell could he possibly know your address? You sighed and shook your head, feeling nervous but also strangely excited for Saturday.
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Saturday came and as you were putting on your shoes you heard a knock at your door. You got up and opened it to find Justin standing there with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a large gift bag in the other; a grin on his face. "Happy birthday angel." You smiled, letting him into your home. "Wow Justin, thank you." "Open your gift." he handed the bag to you and you took it.
You looked at him hesitantly before opening it; inside was a Louis Viton purse, "Holy shit Justin-" you were flabbergasted, but a large smile crept onto your face. "Thank you I- I don't even know what to say, you really shouldn’t have." you stuttered. "Gotta spoil my angel." he said simply with a shrug, chewing on the inside of his lip as you set it down, ready to leave. "I'm not 'yours' Justin." you rolled your eyes playfully but you still meant it. "Not yet you're not." He smirked, opening the door for you and leading you out to his car.
The car ride and the rest of the night was more than pleasant. Justin let you aux, he showered you with compliments, and he bought you more than he should’ve. Now, after a night of innocent fun, you were in his car on the way back to your house. You didn't play music this time, you just let the comfortable silence sit between you. You sighed softly, looking at Justin as he focused on the road, street signs lighting up his face as you passed them.
"Thank you." you said softly, putting a hand on his arm. He looked over and smirked, “You're welcome angel." He pulled into your driveway and turned off the car, getting out to open your door and walk you up to your porch. You looked up at him and smiled softly as he spoke, "Glad you gave me a chance?" his smirk stayed plastered on his face as you sighed softly in defeat, "Yeah actually, I am."
His smirk widened and he chewed the inside of his lip again before speaking, "You wanna give me a chance at something else?" his voice was low and deep as he leaned into you a bit. You bit your lip, your heart skipping a beat at his words, "A chance at what?" "You know..." he leaned in further, his hand coming up to rest on the side of your neck, "Let me make you mine...my angel..." his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer so his lips ghosted over yours.
Your breath hitched and your eyes found his icy blue ones already locked on yours; dilated in lust. "Okay...." you whispered. And that's all it took, he crashed his lips into yours, pulling you closer by the back of your neck as his other hand found your hip; holding it tight. Your own hands found his neck, holding him as he deepened the kiss; his tongue slid across your bottom lip, begging for entrance.
You pulled back, breathing heavily, "Inside?" His annoyed expression turned into a smirk, "Hell yeah angel." You unlocked the door and before you could even take two steps in he had you pinned to the door. His hands gripped your wrists over your head as his tongue begged for entrance once more. You smiled into the kiss before obliging his silent request; and his tongue slid inside, tasting every part of your mouth.
You moaned softly into the kiss as he pressed his body further against yours, his arousal prominently pressed into your thigh. He released your wrists, his calloused hands running down your arms and to your sides where he held you firmly. Your own hands found and tugged on his short, dirty blond hair...earning a soft moan from him straight into your mouth. His hands trailed down, playing with the hem of your shirt before roughly yanking it off your head. You shivered when his rough fingertips came in contact with your skin as he unhooked your bra and slid it off your arms.
His eyes trailed down your chest and you blushed lightly, "Damn angel..." he quickly composed himself, the lust never leaving his eyes as he locked his lips on yours in another hungry kiss; his hands simultaneously working to undo his belt. He quickly got it undone, shoving his oversized shorts down along with his boxers. He broke the kiss, gripping your shoulders and pushing you down.
You looked up into his eyes, letting him push you down; knowing exactly what he wanted. You sank to your knees and licked your lips, looking up into his lustful blue eyes as his cock twitched in front of you and he took off his tank top. You reached up, taking him into your hands as you slowly began to stroke; his head fell back and he let out a deep groan. A bead of precum formed and you locked eyes with him while sticking out your tongue and licking it off, earning a low sound from him that made your skin crawl with goosebumps.
He reached both his hands to you, gripping your hair tightly and pushing himself further into your mouth. You made a sound that vibrated him with pleasure as he began slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth. "Fuck you're so good- you take me so good." he said deeply and breathlessly. As his movements got faster your gag reflex kicked in but he kept going and you could tell from the noises he was making that he was close.
You swirled your tongue around as he tugged at your hair harder than before, his thrusts getting sloppier and his balance weaker. "Oh fuck angel your mouth is so fucking good- I'm about to-" his words were cut off by a deeply gutteral moan, his hips stuttering as you felt his warm load fill your mouth. His movements slowed and his grip on your hair lessened as you swallowed the bitter taste and he took himself from your mouth. He sighed heavily, looking down at you before offering you a hand.
You took it and he pulled you up into his chest, kissing you and tasting himself in your mouth. "You were so good, so fucking good." he said breathlessly. You smirked as he said that and he added, "But I'm not done with you yet angel..." he scooped you up in his arms bridal style, making a beeline for where you said your room was. You chuckled, holding onto his neck as he kicked your door open and closed in one swift motion; dropping you down onto the bed and crawling on top of you.
You smiled, knowing he had lots in store for you as he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them off, then he practically ripped your panties off, gazing at you with hungry eyes. "Fuck you're literally an angel." he said in a rough voice, spreading your legs and lying himself between them on top of you. His lips found yours, your mouths molding together in a heated, needy kiss. He rubbed his hard cock over your slick folds, causing both of you to suck in air.
"Need you..." you whined, your hands already tracing his back. He smirked despite clearly needing you just as badly. "You need me huh? Crazy how we went from rejection to this..." he spoke roughly while gripping himself and placing his tip at your entrance. "Justin- oh please-“ you whined again, trying to push yourself on him. His smirk widened as he gently began to push himself in you, as a satisfied sigh fell from your lips. He pulled himself back out, earning a glare from you that was quickly replaced by a yelp as he swiftly buried himself completely inside of you.
"Fuck Justin- shit-"you sighed, gripping his back in such a way you knew he'd have crescent-shaped marks there tomorrow. He sucked air in through his teeth as he began to move rhythmically, "Oh shit you're so fucking perfect around me like this." His words made you moan in pleasure as he picked up his pace. He leaned down once more to capture your lips in a searing kiss; and his chain traced up your sternum with each and every pump. "You're so gorgeous angel, turn over." he said firmly, pulling out and earning a whine of complaint from you. “I said turn over- now." The commanding tone in his voice made you even more turned on- you didn't admit it though, you just obliged.
As soon as you began to turn over he grabbed your hips, pulling you back into him as he held his cock to your entrance once more. "Beg for it." he commanded. "You looked back at him like he had three heads but his face was completely serious. "Oh fuck this Justin, give it to me." you saw the look unwavering from his face so you added, "Please." “Not good enough angel..." he cooed, rubbing his rough hands up and down your back, tracing your spine. His hands found your ass, cupping it in his hands before he smacked it; not too hard, but enough to sting. You gasped, "Justin please, please put it in."you begged, hoping it would be enough.
Clearly he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him because he obliged; fully burying himself in you once again. You yelped in pleasure as he let out a groan, "Fuck baby, so fucking perfect." he said, rubbing his hand over your ass with one hand as the other held your hip; guiding you forward and back in rhythm with his own movements.
He picked up his pace and leaned himself over you; his chain tickling the back of your neck as he breathed sweet nothings in your ear. You gripped the sheets, letting out careless moans as the sound of skin-on-skin filled the room. He angled himself so he could hit your sweet spot repeatedly, earning the most beautiful moans he'd ever heard to fall from your lips. You whined, burying your face in the pillow when you felt your arms getting weak. You felt your legs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to your sweet release, "Justin I'm close- too close-" you said between breaths.
"No, not too soon. I had my time, now it's about you angel." he said roughly in your ear, causing a fresh wave of heat to join the heat you already felt in your core. He took his free hand that wasn't under your chest on your boobs; and brought it to your mouth, "Lick." he commanded. You were breathless from the way he was making you moan but you managed to oblige; taking his thick fingers in your mouth and sucking them.
He groaned at the feeling before taking his hand away and placing it on your clit, rubbing tight and fast circles. Your moaning got louder which only motivated Justin further, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper; he was a man on a mission. You squeezed your eyes closed tightly, the feeling of him all around you and all over you becoming too much. It was the most sensual thing you'd ever experienced and it was overwhelming. "Oh shit- shit Justin I'm gonna come-" you sputtered out, egging him on as he held you tighter, doubling his movements on your clit. You could feel the sweat between the two of you as he continued to piledrive into you.
Justin let out a noise that you'd never even imagined he could make; and that was enough. You were over the edge. Your whole body shook with your orgasm as you cried out in immense pleasure. "Justin! Oh yes- shit!" Despite his previously saying this was all about you, the feeling of your tight cunt pulsing around him was all too much. You felt his warmth spill into you as his thrusts faltered and slowed, noises spilling from his lips like the sweetest honey.
He pulled out of you and fell beside you on the bed as your shaky legs slid out straight and he pulled you into him. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling deeply. You looked at him in admiration; the way his lustful blue eyes had softened, the sheerness of the sweat coating his body to remind you of the previous activities. "That was fuckin' wonderful." he mumbled into your hair, breathing in your scent. You nodded, your own heart still beating out of your chest.
"You're mine now angel." He said roughly but quietly; his soft words a small peek into his softer side you didn't believe existed. And you didn’t argue, cause quite frankly, that was perfectly fine with you.
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Hey guys! Does anyone have any reqs or ideas for Ville Valo one-shots? I feel like I’ve read almost all of them and I really wanna write for him but I feel braindead for ideas haha. I’ll do smut and fluff, almost anything really. Thanks!:)
~Confessional
Word count: 1631
Warnings: Murphy has a Nun Kink, Swearing, Oral Sex !F receiving, Fingering, Sex, Unprotected Sex(don’t be silly guys) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Being Murphy MacManus' girlfriend wasn't for the weak. Considering a number of factors including but not limited to: his job murdering terrible men, having to live with him and his brother, and his kinks. You'd been through several, but this one? You were kinda flabbergasted.
Last night
You and Murphy were watching a movie in the apartment you shared with him and his twin brother, Connor. Connor was out for the night, and Murphy spoke up, "Have ya ever considered doing it ina confessional?" You looked over, chuckling at him, "No Murphy, that's just weird, and wouldn't that be considered disrespectful or some shit?" He chuckled too, "Probably, but think of how hot it would be....especially if you wore a nun's costume." Now at that you started genuinely laughing, "You're joking?" He shook his head, a mischievous grin on his face, "Nah, I'm serious love. Dead serious." You stopped chuckling and stared at him in disbelief, "You're insane, I'm not doing that." "Oh c'mon love it'll be exciting, spice things up a bit, yeah?" You chuckled again and shook your head as he got closer to you, "Please? I promise I'll make it worth your while." You debated for a moment, he looked hot as hell and you couldn't deny that the idea make you excited. You finally sighed, "Fine. Fine, okay. But where the hell are you gonna get a nun costume?" He smirked, "Already got one, I knew I'd convince ya." You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully as Murphy stood, offering his hand to you. You took it, and the two of you made your way out of the apartment.
Once at the cathedral you quietly walked in, looking around to see that nobody was around. Murphy handed the costume to you, nodding towards the bathroom. You took it and shook your head, still in disbelief that you were really doing it.
You came out of the bathroom, feeling quite stupid but also really excited. The costume was a little slutty considering you were supposed to be a nun; but it was clearly like that on purpose. You found the confessional Murphy was in and entered the small space; he smirked and pulled you close to him. "Damn lady, ya make a sexy nun." You blushed and he leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a sexy, hungry, kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him so that you could clearly feel how excited he was over this whole thing. You put one hand in his hair, and the other held the back of his neck. He groaned into the kiss as your tongue licked his lips. You both opened your mouths and your tongues moved together in time with your lips; exploring each other's mouths.
He put his hands under the short skirt of the costume, gripping your thighs and lifting you up against the wall. You gasped as he pressed himself against you, his hands beginning to wander your body even more. You traced your fingers along the hem of his shirt before lifting it. He broke the kiss long enough to raise his arms and take it off; tossing it aside. You ran your nails down his chest as he took off your shirt too. He wasted no time in unhooking your bra and grabbing your tits. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, sucking your tits while groaning like he enjoyed it more than you did. He pulled back, searching your eyes as he unbuckled his belt. You tugged his neck and crashed your lips back into his. He undid his jeans, shoving them down. You broke the kiss, looking at him and smirking. "Ya like what ya see so far sweetheart?" You nodded, "Duh." He kept his smirk as he said, "You'll like what ya feel even better love." You bit your lip as he reached his hand between your thighs; slipping a finger in the hem of your panties and tracing it before moving them to the side. You gasped lightly, feeling overwhelmed with excitement.
He took his finger and traced your folds, "You're already soaking for me love...." You shivered, watching every move he made. He teased you with his fingers, tracing you then pushing one in slightly before removing it. "Fuck you Murphy, stop teasing me." He smirked, pulling his fingers back up to his mouth to lick whatever of your wetness was on them. "Oh sweetheart, the teasing is just getting started." He moved you from the wall to sit you on the small bench inside the confessional; then he got on his knees. Murphy began kissing his way up your inner thighs, holding them apart as he sucked and nibbled on your skin. "Oh Murph-" You moaned, gripping his shoulders. He slowly worked his way up your core, his breath warm as he hovered over you. "Please Murph..." You were so desperate to feel his warm mouth on you that you didn't even care if you begged anymore. He smirked, "Anythin' for you love.."
He slowly and deliberately licked his warm, wet tongue up your needy pussy; taking his time as he looked up at you with his lustful blue eyes. He wanted to watch you squirm at his touch. You tossed your head back and let out a whine as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his nose pressing into your clit as he tongue licked up and down; in and out. "Oh shit Murph~" You mumbled, your hands gripping his hair tightly as you felt the pressure building in your core. He took his index finger, slipping it inside you and curling it around to hit your sweet spot. You let out a sigh of pleasure as he slipped a second one in. He worked relentlessly as you tugged his black locks, whimpers and sighs falling from your lips that he found more erotic than anything else he'd ever heard before. Right as you felt yourself about to go over the edge he pulled away, smirking, his face glistening with you. He brought his fingers to his lips, slowing sucking you off of each one, "Ya really thought it'd be that easy? Nah love, you're gonna finish around me."
He pulled you up from the bench of the confessional, his lips locking on yours in a desperate kiss; you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. He pulled away and turned you around, pushing on your back with just enough force so you'd be bent over; ready for him. You looked over you shoulder at him shoving down his boxers; his erection springing free. He smirked and stepped closer to you. He slid your panties off in an impatient motion before placing one hand on your back, gentling rubbing you up and down as he watched you shiver in nothing but the skirt. His other hand held his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down your slick pussy.
"Ya ready love?" He asked, locking his eyes on yours. You nodded and he spoke again, "I want ya to keep those pretty eyes on me when I push into ya, yeah?" You shivered and nodded again. He slowly began to push his tip in, pulling it back out to tease you. You whined and he pushed back in slowly as your eyes began to shut and your head fell, "I said eyes on me love." He repeated, beginning to pull back out. You eyes quickly snapped open, locking on his. He smirked, and with one swift motion he completely buried himself inside of you, letting out a deep gutteral moan of his own. Your head fell back down as he gathered your hair in one of his hands; the other gripping your hip tightly.
He began to slowly move in and out of you as you sighed with pleasure. "Fuck ya feel so good aroun' me." He groaned, his pace quickening as he began to pound into you relentlessly. Your moans grew louder as the sound of slapping skin filled the confessional. He tugged on your hair each time he slammed back into you; "Fuck yer gonna kill me darlin'." He said between breathless moans, feeling his orgasm building up. "Fuckin' come for me love, let go on me." He practically begged, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he licked his hand and found your clit; rubbing in tight circles, chasing your release for you. You gasped in pleasure, pushing your body back onto his with each thrust as you felt the familiar warmth coursing through your body.
"Oh shit Murph- I'm gonna-" Your words were cut short as you let out short, gaspy moans; his own deeply strangled moans mixing with yours as he yanked your hips back, releasing his warmth inside of you. You rode out your orgasms together as he rested his head on your back, gently kissing your back and shoulders. You sighed happily, weak in the knees as he pulled out of you and stood fully; pulling you back into his arms. You turned towards him and he kissed you deeply, his tongue tracing the entirety of your mouth.
"Now that, was hot." He grinned, his blue eyes captivating you as you smiled back. "Yeah, it was. You were right." "Yeah? We'll have to do this again sometime then, huh love?" He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows goofily. You rolled your eyes playfully as you both got dressed, "We'll see." He chuckled before opening the confessional door, letting you step out first. His hand found the small of your back as you exited the cathedral, walking side-by-side back to your apartment.
You knew there'd be plenty more to come in the future, it was never a dull moment with Murphy MacManus.
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