oh to have nanami spread out on my desk, papers filled with mathematics crumpled under his sweaty body. he'd cry about how he needs to shower because he just got back from hunting curses but by god, you are too sleep deprived to care. you need a treat, it's been hours of research and by god, you need a reward.
he knows you've been doing nothing but solving whatever your research is about, he can see the bags under your eyes and the mountain of crumpled paper being squeezed into the small trash can he insisted on buying for your office because you're too messy. so reluctantly, even when he's self conscious about his smell, he unzips his pants and spreads his legs
it's difficult to get a boner sleep-deprived so you resort to slotting your tongue in him. you massage his thighs as you eat him out, you gently hold his hip to steady him. he's whimpering as his thighs go to wrap themselves around your head.
it's lile a gift when he reaches for your hand on his hip, holding it to feel both of your rings beside each other as the daylight peeks into the window.
- oath anon (self inserting my sleep deprived mathematic solving ass because i need to eat someones ass)
yeeees. the second i saw the word mathematics i already knew it was a self-insert haha... i'd write a full oath anon x character of your choice fic if it would help with your maths šāāļø
nothing beats having an old man spread out on your desk in invitation while you're all groggy and sleep-deprived from hours of hard work, a small, fond smile on his face, a soothing hand combing through your hair, gently guiding your head to taste the reward that is between his legs. a slice of heaven after hell.
not my usual content but i think iām gonna turn into an everything account, iāve gotten out of twd and more back into anime. also school started again and im focusing this year so posts might be shorter (ones that are long will probably either take forever or be low quality) ill try to keep more twd but im prolly gonna do some anime and other tv shows i enjoy
sub!daryl x dom!mreader cuz iāve been horny and way too pent up !!
warnings: rimming, size difference, first time but also not??, spit as lube, anal, oral, badly done blowjob ( can you blame him tho ? ), throat fucking
daryl dixon was a man of few words, but when he met you at the prison he felt the need to say everything on his mind about you, he felt like an author with you as his muse. the first time you two had sex you went straight in, assuming a man who constantly flirted with you and talked about having sex, would have experience. he didnāt. daryl had barley touched his own cock, let alone let someone else do it. so when you bottomed out into him he let out more of a cry than a moan. he let you keep going, in fear youād hate him for wanting to stop. in result of that though he avoided you like the plague after.
when the prison fell it had been a week since you fucked, and he wanted to go after you, making sure you were safe, but you had disappeared into the forest. as he was with beth he constantly worried about you, always wondering if you were alive. he didnāt underestimate you, but he still was scared. so when he saw you in that train art at terminus he felt like an elephant was lifted from his chest. after escaping he still managed a way to avoid you. he was glad you lived, but that night made him want to never speak about love again.
at the church he was avoiding you, no matter what. when you tried to go with him to get beth he made you stay. the only reason you were with him to get her back was due to rick insisting you came. but when she died, he felt shattered, like his world was gone. he lost everyone. rick was worried about judith, merle died, he was ignoring you, and now beth was shot. that whole night he clung to you, he didnāt cry, but he wanted to. more than anything.
when the group found alexandria you all were hesitant, who wouldnāt be. the place was secure and had been since the start, nothing was that good. that first night you slept near the front door, not even sleeping till the sun rose. you were naturally scared something would happen. when daryl woke up he walked over to you, seeing your blanket slipped off. he carefully put the blanket back over your body along with his vest.
it took almost a week for you to adjust to sleeping on a bed again, but it was worse for daryl. he would have constant nightmares and end up in your room like a kid whoās scared. he would just crawl into your bed beside you and hold you. he liked it when you would wake up and hold him but he wasnāt picky.
there was one specific day that got him riled up. you had just gone out on a run and came back covered in walker blood, it drove him crazy and he had no idea why. for the first time since the prison fell he wanted to try and have sex with you again, not that he was quite sure how. when you went into the shower he remembered something merle taught him. it was about girls and pussy but he still thought it applied to any hole.
so here he was, bent over a pillow on your bed, trying to slide a finger into himself. he was so confused how anyone found pleasure in this, he could barley slide one in. he didnāt have lube, let alone know he needed any. he was still struggling with the first finger when you walked in. he looked up as you embarrassed as you closed and locked the door.
walking behind him to see no lube against his fingers hurt you, he knew how horrible it mustāve felt like that. you had him take his finger out as you spat against his hole, pushing your fingers into his mouth ālick them.ā while he obeyed you moved your face down to his ass, using one hand to spread before engulfing his hole. moans spilling from his mouth as he felt your tongue against his walls.
while he sucked your fingers ( best he could while moans poured from him ) your tongue explored his hole. when you seemed he was ready for your fingers you pulled away, a string of saliva. as you lined your fingers up with him you spat against them, just to be certain there was enough spit. his back arched when he felt the first finger slip in, whimpers from his mouth as he clung to the pillow under him.
daryl was a mess just by your fingers, begging for you to just fuck him, but a repeat of last time would hurt you both. while he was prodding about just taking you, you slid the second finger in and he lost it. he spilt pre-cum against the sheets as he bit down on the pillow. he had no idea what the feeling was but it was weird. as you saw the reaction you knew you hit it so you kept apply pressure, right where his prostate is.
right as you added the third finger he came, his toes curling as he moaned out. as you kept going he insisted it was too much, that he was full, but you had to make sure he was fully prepped. it went on for a few more minutes, constant stimulation of his prostate, before you finally pulled your fingers out. you turned his body around to face you as you got on your knees
"you know how to suck dick?" of course he didnt, but he was more than willing to try. you had him losen his jaw while you stroked yourself. he had seen your dick before, hell it was in him, but for some reason this time it seemed bigger. you were long but girthy, and it drove him insane. when he would see the outline against your jeans he had to hold back from kissing you then and there.
daryl didnāt have much of a gag reflex, if one at all, but he struggled with your cock. his jaw was tensing up as he started to take you, teeth sliding against your skin. you pulled away and had him practice with your hands. when he protested that he was ready you took your hand away, letting him try again on your cock. when he started to go deeper you lost control. gripping his hair and using his throat like a fleshlight.
despite tears falling from his eyes, he was oddly attracted to this. seeing your face while you used him made him drip pre. when you pulled away he panted, and turned around. he knew he left a decent amount of spit on you and just wanted your dick.
you took his hips and aligned them with your own, pushing the tip in. while you tried going slow daryl pushed himself against you, he liked feeling full in the mouth, so he wanted to feel it in his hole. and god it was worth it. you gripped his hips and kept a steady pace. daryl was a moaning mess, the only sounds in the room being skin hitting skin and his moans. the bed creaking was quieter than he was.
as daryl got closer to climax his moans that were once almost full sentences, were now gibberish. the pace had gotten less steady as you got closer. when he was tightening around your cock as he released you thrusted into him one more time before cumming in him. you both rode out your high before you pulled out and he laid weak on the bed
Andrea: Somebody must know something. Somebody, somewhere.
Carol: There are others, right? Other facilities?
Dr. Jenner: There may be some. People like me.
Rick: But you donāt know? How can you not know?
Dr. Jenner: Everything went down. Communications, directives... All of it. Iāve been in the dark for almost a month.
Andrea: So itās not just here. Thereās nothing left anywhere. Nothing. Thatās what youāre really saying, right?
Jacqui: Jesus.
Daryl:
- very much more divested in the pleasure of his partner than himself
- if the focus is on him he gets wildly uncomfortable (at first)
- after a while heāll begrudgingly open up to/accept it
- prefers to be the giver not the receiver
- realllllly good at giving head. eye contact, fingers, hot little grunts - the works
- awkward when on the receiving end of oral but soon gives in
- generally likes things sensual and maybe on the slower side
- loves missionary and riding the most, loves to keep on with that intense eye contact of his
- thicker, slightly clumsier fingers - endearing
- big fan of cradling faces, touching foreheads, feeling pulses
- dark smoldering look in his eyes when heās turned on , looking his partner up and down with silent, simmering want
- sounds range from soft breathy grunts to low sensual growls to barely contained self-conscious whimpers
- breathes like heās never tasted oxygen before in his life
- consistent checking in, making sure partner is comfortable
- (even if that comes at the price of his own comfort, that doesnāt matter as much to him)
- i would say he has a fairly average - slightly above average dick, decently girthy, uncut
- full bush obvs itās the apocalypse aināt nobody got time for shavingā¦.
- hesitant abt his scars being looked at/paid attention to/touched but again, will eventually ease into being comfortable with it and finding it really intimate and pleasant
- good at doing that thing where he teases at partnerās dick head/clit/etc while fucking them to push them the extra mile and over the brink to orgasm
- in missionary, loves to bracket arms around partner/feel their arms and legs wind around his body
- while being ridden, loves to grip tightly to partnerās hips/waist area or run his hands up and down their body
- rough, calloused hands with dirty and bitten nails and hairs sprouting on the backs of the knuckles - in some places, when needed, soft and supple as old leather
- if darylās the one getting fucked, he tends to prefer doggy so he doesnāt have to look anyone in the eye
- obedient in the sense that you donāt have to ask/tell him to do things, heās already doing them. not obedient in the sense that he wants to be ordered around like a dog
- molds to whatever his partner is doing; takes it dutifully or allows himself to unwind ever so slightly and maybe ask for certain things that he might like
- hands might tighten on partner a little too much when he cums, but as soon as he realizes it heās loosening his hold
- loves pulling out and finishing on partnerās stomach
- usually will sit in a post-orgasmic haze for a minute or two after he cums
- loves a creampie, but only if he knows itās safeā¦
- if itās especially intimate/passionate/intense, he may cry. burrow closer into partnerās side, lean head on their chest to feel their heartbeat, etc
- slow, open kisses on the throatā¦nuzzling noses togetherā¦keeping partner close as he can for as long as he can
could you do jdm x male reader? maybe mostly angst and possibly a bit of smut? literally whatever you feel like writing is perfectly fine
You Belong to Me
Negan x Male Reader
Summary: Negan and y/n (Alexandriaās leader) have unspoken feelings for each other, that lead to frustration, anger, and smut.
Warnings: 18+, smut, EXTREMELY FILTHY IM SORRY, anal, rimming, blowjob, spit kink, choking, cum play, angst, negan being a dominant verbal zaddy
Note: Iāll be honest.. I finished this whole thing before I realized you asked for jdm and not negan. š I PROMISE Iāll do a jdm one too. But I hope you also enjoy this one. I think it might be my favorite so far. š
Note#2: and I know you asked for a ābit of smutā but I got carried away and well, itās a lot. And itās filthy. Forgive me. š§āāļø Iām terrible at following directions, clearly.
Your jaw twitches as Negan walks past you, making sure to brush his hand against yours as he happily whistles the melody that's grown to haunt you over the past couple months.
"Come on, y/n. Let's see what kinda goodies you got in the cupboard."
Some bystanders watch as you follow Negan into your own house, allowing him to browse around.. not that you have a choice.
You glare at Negan with your arms crossed while you lean against the frame of your kitchen entrance.
"Who were you before all this?" You ask him and it must catch him off guard because he turns from the open fridge to face you, raising his thick brows.
"Before what?" He chuckles amused. "Before the dead started walking?"
You answer him with a simple nod.
"Why, y/n? You think if you play mind games.. try to get in my fucking head.. that I'll just what.. stop? I told you already. You belong to me." He approaches you slowly, tilting his head to the side. "Do I need to remind you of that?"
"Not trying to get in your head. Just making conversation since you're standing in my damn kitchen, making yourself at home."
"Well, ya know what. I wasn't planning on settling in. But since you're offeri-"
"I'm not." You say through your teeth, making it clear that he's not welcome here. Negan looks at you at eye level as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"That.. is no way to treat your new house guest, y/n. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna bake us some fucking cookies." He walks away, leaving a scent trail of leather and cigarettes behind as he opens your cabinets, pulling out what he needs to get started.
You look to the front door, contemplating your next move and strategically thinking of how to get this psycho out of your house.
"The supplies.. your men are loading them up. Don't you need to leave soon?"
"Oh, right! Thanks for reminding me. Could you be a fucking doll and go tell Simon to head on out without me?" His smile widens as he turns on the faucet, washing his hands.
Hesitantly, you do as he says, leaving to find Simon and explaining the situation before heading back to your house. Some fellow Alexandrians watch you curiously before Carol quickly catches up to you.
"Y/n! What's going on? Where's Negan?" She asks panicked, noticing the Saviors are leaving without him.
"In my fucking house. He's staying."
Her brows crinkle as she walks quickly beside me, trying to keep up. "How long?"
You shrug annoyed. "Keep an eye on things for me while he's here. I'm not letting him outta my sight."
Carol nods, turning away and you jog up the steps to your house. You enter your house and the smell of freshly baked cookies fills your nose.
"You gotta try these, y/n. I would make one hell of a fucking house wife. First the spaghetti, now cookies? I gotta stop spoiling you like this." He takes a bite out of one, groaning at the taste before holding the plate out for you to take one.
"Hmph." You breathe out annoyed before grabbing one and taking a bite, dropping it back on the plate.
"Welllll?" Negan asks expectantly.
"Tastes like shit." You glare at him as the smile on his mouth fades into a scowl. He nods disappointedly as he slides the plate onto the counter, walking past you without a word.
You turn and watch him disappear up the stairs before following after him, smiling to yourself proudly at the accomplishment of hurting his feelings.
He makes his way to your room, walking in without hesitation and kicking his shoes off.
"What the hell are you doing?" You ask following him. "This is my room."
"Wrong, y/n. Whatever you have.. belongs to me. So, this room? Is mine." His voice is deep with anger as he shrugs his jacket off his shoulders.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I would love a hot shower.. in my bathroom." Negan announces, walking to the master bathroom attached to your room.
You refuse to let him stay in your room by himself, so you defiantly kick off your shoes next to his, slipping off your pants until you're left in boxers and a black t-shirt. You fall into bed defeatedly, listening to the sound of running water coming from the half open bathroom door.
You start to doze off before the water shuts off, leaving nothing but loud silence.
Negan sighs loudly from the bathroom. "The fuck are your towels?" You hear him rustling through the cabinets under the sink.
"You took them all last time." You call out.
"Goddamn it." He walks out of the bathroom, completely bare and wet. You shamelessly watch as water runs down his body, traveling through the v-shape in his abdomen before reaching his long, veiny cock.
"Like what you see, y/l/n? ... Told you my dick was bigger than yours." Your eyes quickly snap away as he uses his dirty shirt to wipe the excess water from his toned body.
"Gonna need to borrow some boxers unless... you'd rather me sleep in the nude... From the look on your face, you'd probably prefer that anyway, huh?" Negan chuckles and you run a hand down your frustrated face, looking up at the ceiling.
"Top drawer."
Negan makes his way towards your dresser, opening the drawer and browsing through. You can't help but let your eyes roam to his backside, admiring his firm ass. His eyes catch yours in the dresser mirror in front of him and you freeze, holding his eye contact.
The corner of his mouth raises like he caught you red handed and he chuckles as he bends, slipping your boxers up his long legs.
You get up, frustrated with yourself and quickly walk to bathroom, desperate to get away from him, but he cuts you off.
Your jaw ticks as you look down between the two of you, refusing to give him anymore attention.
"Get outta my way Negan."
His smirk widens as his hands go to rest lazily on his hips. "You gonna make me?"
You shake your head annoyed and push past him. "I'm not fucking doing this with you." You slam the bathroom door shut behind you, leaning against the wall and exhaling a deep breath.
You attempt to think about anything but him, trying to calm the growing length beneath your boxers.
"Fuck." You whisper out, frustrated with yourself. The bathroom mirror is still foggy from Negan's shower and your mind drifts back to the thought of his wet body emerging from the steam.
You look down at your hardening cock and bite your lip, keeping your hands by your sides and restraining from touching yourself. You finally compose yourself after a few moments, tucking yourself under the waistband of your underwear and letting your shirt hang over.
When you exit the bathroom, Negan is already laying in your bed on top of the covers, one hand behind his head while the other rests on his hairy stomach. You don't allow yourself to look as you climb into the bed next to him.
"I want to make one thing clear, Negan. I am sleeping in my bed for the simple fact that.. it's my fucking bed and I'm not letting you kick me outta my own damn room. Don't get any weird fucking ideas."
Negan chuckles. "Case you forgot, I have a whole fucking handful of wives back home. If anyone in this bed is getting any ideas, it's you."
"Sure is strange that you're in my house when you have so many wives at home, isn't it? .......Did you kill their families too? Force them to be with you?"
Negan turns his head to you, his expression serious now. "You should probably go sleep in the other room. Before I lose my goddamn temper."
"Like I said, this is MY fucking room. YOU get out." You throw the covers over yourself as if to convince him you're not leaving.
"Fuck it." Negan stands up to leave the room but turns to face you when he reaches the door. "You know why you belong to me, y/n? .. ... Because your people don't respect you. You got them into this shit because of your own choices. I just happen to reap the benefits of your own stupidity."
You throw the covers off, angrily making your way over to him before stopping directly in front of his face. "And you think your people respect you?! You've tortured them. Abused them. They don't respect you, Negan. They're scared of you. There's a difference."
"Are you scared of me, y/n?" Your eyes widen when you feel his dick twitch against yours. He subtly presses his body closer to you, barely touching his cock to yours through your boxers.
You noticeably gulp and his eyes drop to your throat, making him grin.
"No." You breathe out, glancing down to watch his tongue lick his bottom lip.
He softly chuckles before leaning into your ear. "Then why do you have goosebumps right now?"
If you didn't have them before he said that, you definitely do now from his raspy voice vibrating against your ear and his dick rubbing against yours through the thin material.
"From your body language, you are most definitely scared.. or turned on.. One of the two.. Guess it just depends on which one you'll admit to." Negan grins devilishly, daring you to make a move.
You stare at him for a moment before spitting angrily in his face, making his eyes shut tightly as he wipes your saliva off his beard.
You don't have time to regret your decision because Negan's hand suddenly grips your throat, tightening and walking you backwards towards the bed. "That's how you want it to be, huh? Good.... I can be rough too... On your fucking knees."
You don't fight him, knowing he'll win so you willingly drop to your knees in front of him, keeping your hands by your sides.
He pulls out his semi-hard cock, stroking it a few times in your face until it grows to full length. "Gonna put that fucking smart ass mouth to use. Open." He demands.
You don't move, and instead glare up at him through your brows, ignoring his request.
Negan chuckles darkly before bending down, tightly squeezing your jaw with his hand, prying your mouth open.
"Open. Or I'll choose another hole." He grins before spitting directly into your mouth.
You reluctantly obey, allowing him to enter your mouth and he gives you no warning before ramming his cock deep down your throat. You choke at the sudden feeling, attempting to jerk away but his fingers roughly push your head forward, holding your face against him until your nose is pressed into his pubic hair.
You feel lightheaded as if you could black out before he quickly yanks your hair back, causing you to exhale a deep breath. He pulls you up completely this time, bringing your face close to his.
Negan's eyes search yours. "Tell me to fucking stop." His breathing is erratic and his voice is deeper and raspier than before.
You stare back at him silently, giving him consent without using your words. He smirks before turning you quickly and positioning you until your knees are on the bed and your face in a pillow with your ass in the air.
He climbs on the bed behind you, yanking your boxers down and sliding them off your legs until your bare ass is exposed to him. You feel his large hands rub your ass cheeks before squeezing roughly and spreading them apart.
"Mm. I am gonna have some fun with you." He says before diving in, pressing his face into your ass and using his tongue to pleasure you. Your cheeks blush and you moan at the sensation of his tongue swirling around inside of you.
After a few moments of licking, he pulls back, spitting on your hole and leaning back until he's lined up behind you. His finger lightly circles your hole before pushing through, knuckle deep. "Mm, goddamn you are tight."
His finger retreats, leaving you empty and desperate for more. "You ever taken a dick before, y/n? You think you're ready for me? He chuckles, teasing the tip of his cock against your hole.
"Negan.. shut.. up. Just fuck me."
"Beg."
You remain stubbornly silent at first, but when he starts to get up from the bed, you give him. "Please."
"Sorry, what was that?" Negan positions himself behind you again.
"Please. Fuck me."
Your eyes widen with surprise when Negan reaches around to your face, fish-hooking your mouth with the finger that was just inside you and jerking you back until your body is pressed against his. Chills cover your body as his low voice whispers in your ear. "Can't fucking hear you." His finger leaves your mouth, gripping your throat instead and squeezing firmly.
"Please.. Please fuck me, Negan." You beg louder and he lets you go, pushing you back down into the mattress.
He enters you fully and suddenly in one motion, not giving you any time to adjust and you cry out at the pain. His heavy balls slap against yours from underneath and he pounds you relentlessly, harder and deeper with each thrust.
"So fucking tight." Negan groans through his teeth. "Wish your people could see you right now. Bent over and moaning from my cock."
He grabs your hair, yanking you up again until his mouth is next to your ear. "You think they'd be disappointed, y/n? Knowing whose dick you're taking?"
"Shut up."
"What if they knew how much you liked it?" He reaches around you, gripping your hard, leaking cock in his hand while still pounding you. "How this cock throbs for meā¦. Look. At. That." Precum leaks from your tip as you both watch Negan's thumb rub it around on your tip. From this angle, his dick presses perfectly into your g-spot with each thrust and you moan louder when you feel your orgasm builds up inside you.
Negan releases your cock and pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you over until you're laying on your back.
He positions himself in between your legs and pushes back into you, making you both moan out together.
You reach for your dick, desperately needing to stroke it but Negan grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head with the other. "No fucking way. You belong to me, remember? This dick belongs to me. I'm making you cum."
You arch yourself into him until his dick finds your g-spot again, hitting it hard over and over.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck." You cry out as your cum spills all over your stomach. Negan groans as he watches you come undone, pumping into you faster.
āGonna cum in this tight fucking ass.. cause it belongs to me too. That okay with you?ā
Before you can tell him no, he stops thrusting, holding himself deep inside of you. āAhh Fuck. Fuck.ā You feel him pulse against your walls over and over, filling you to the brim before he finally pulls out.
Just when you think itās over and the guilt starts to set in, Negan pushes your legs back further, pressing his hands against the back of your knees as he looks down at your hole. āLemme see you push it out.ā
āNo.. wha-ā
āNow.ā
You sigh, giving in once again as your muscles flex and you feel his load leak out of you and run down.
Negan swipes it up with his finger, pushing it into your mouth suddenly, making you taste him.
Your brows scrunch together angrily as you try to turn your head and spit his fingers out but he overpowers you until you give in, sucking his seed off his fingers. You canāt deny he tastes fucking good and it makes you moan.
āTaste good?ā Negan chuckles, watching you enjoy the taste of him.
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