It started off as nothing more than a private dance. Nothing special, nothing crazy. Your guy was respectful, he was quiet, sat back in the gaudy leopard printed loveseat and watched what he paid you for. His legs were far and spread, a glass of something dark sat on his knee, his large hand barred over the rim, lazily tracing over his knee with the glass, the liquor swirling around at the bottom from his languid movements.
He watched you attentively, his eyes tracing over your curves and the way you moved to the song he requested, watched your body flow and gyrate so beautifully it made the whole scene feel more classy than what it really was.
And when you had finally turned around, one heel put in front of the other until you stood between his parted legs, he didn’t stiffen, he didn’t get tense or nervous, he just grinned a half lax smile, craning his head up to look at you properly. “You enjoyin’ yourself?” you asked, glittery and glistening like a lace clad angel born from something corrupt and decadent.
He nodded, pursing his lips in a downturned smile, bringing the rim of his drink up to his mouth, taking a sip from it. “As much as anyone could watchin’ a sweet thing like you move.”
You were flattered, and not with the feigned bashful act you usually put on just to get an extra tip out of whatever creep you were entertaining for the night, but actually flattered.
You paused, eyes flickering between his until you suddenly bent down to straddle his lap like an agile cat, the pretty corners of your lips drawing up as you became face to face with him. Your knees sunk into the cushions on either side of his thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck while you sat right atop his bulge, pussy barely covered by the flimsy excuse of a thong you had on.
Deciding to treat him to something you never offer to any of your other clients — access to touch you, to feel you. You heard the quiet but sharp breath he took through his nose, saw how the muscle in his thigh jumped, and you grinned, a stir of excitement beginning to ripple in your lower belly.
You rolled back and forth slowly, letting him feel your warmth envelop his denim covered cock, your clit throbbing at the friction that came with every little buck of your hips. His jaw came down tight, his head falling back with his hands gripped at his sides, one of which holding onto that glass for dear life, not daring to scare you off with his heavy handed touch.
But that wouldn’t do, you wanted him to feel you up, to continue appreciating you the way you wanted to be. You plucked the glass from his hand, setting it on the counter beside him, purposefully pressing your breasts against his chest. When you pulled back, you grabbed his wrists and guided his hands over your hips, molding your smaller hand on top of his, making him indent his fingers into your flesh.
And then…
He had your cheek smushed into the armrest of the loveseat, two thick fingers hooked into your cheek, with his fat cock buried in your cunt, the obscene plap sound only barely concealed by the thumping music just outside the door.
The hot pink lighting in the room made the thong of yours he had wrapped around his fist sparkle, and he chuckled at the sight, tugging on it harder like it was a leash, slamming into you nice and hard.
“You treat all your customers like this? Let them have a joy ride in this lil’ pussy?” he asked through an airy grunt, sliding his fingers from out your mouth to curl all five digits around your jaw until your cheeks squished together, craning down to watch you struggle to speak.
“N-no,” you babbled tearfully, pretty done up eyes now smeared along with your lipstick, shaking your head through his tight grip. “Aw,” he cooed patronizingly, letting you bury your face back into the armrest as he buried himself in you, groaning with relief at the way your cunt fluttered around him. “Makes me feel real special.” he exhaled, slapping a calloused hand into the fat of your ass.
“How much extra to cum inside this little cunt then, sweetheart?”
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a/n : pls accept this while i work on my next aot post >.<
plus size my ass. you’re talking about a girl with a big ass and giant boobs with a a small belly. no one talks about chubby girls with little tits and a flat ass.
yall also always do the fucking same thing in EVERY “plus size!reader” fics. she’s insecure, the love interest reassures them by having sex with them where he gropes her body.
so anyway i will always be a hater of the “plus soze!reader” fics. (except if they’re ACTUALLY accurate and not just about the objectification of a curvy woman.)
hi could you maybe get some more links for daryl… or negan.. or rick… or glenn… idk im hungry
dirty mind! ; twd p links
summary ; twt porn links for twd men. daryl dixon, negan smith, rick grimes, and glenn rhee. a twt account is required to view most, if not all, links.
warnings ; u know what ur getting yourself into
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ DARYL
getting a lil carried away and taking charge over switch!daryl
letting u use his cock for your oral fixation
slow and teasing
daryl always puts ur needs first, he always wants to make u squirt
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ NEGAN
negan loves a little chase
it's too nice out to be inside all day, besides negan owns the sanctuary he can do whatever he wants
the only way he's letting you get off is with his boot :(
negan loves taking u for drives, esp when they end with you cumming on his dick
Negan isn't the type of man to focus on a girl, to go down on her, he just wants to get laid and get it done and over with
But Jesus H. Christ if your cunt isn't the sweetest thing he's ever tasted in his whole entire damn life. He swears it's the best damn thing he's ever felt and tasted
He isn't sure if the way you writhed, squirmed under his rough hands, the way you buck your hips into his mouth, pull and push at his head, the way you tighten around his large digits, make those pretty little whimpers n whines made it better or not
I mean you're already in your nth orgasm just cause his tongue and fingers, as he has his hand on your abdomen holding you down as his other hand is moving three fingers in and out you can't help but drool and weakly and hopelessly push his head away from overstimulation despite wanting more n more
“God, just gotta taste so sweet, don't ya?” His voice muffled as he shoves his face farther in your cunt, the vibrations of his rough voice making you more sensitive
“Mhmg-..oh my god, Negan, please–” you let out in a squeaky tiny whiney voice as he continues to lap at your folds
“Fuck, baby, wanting more, huh? Shsh, you'll get it, just be patient.. yeah, you can take more? Hm. Good girl” He mutters in your sweet slick cunt
daryl gives you piggy back ride every time, doesn't matter. he enjoys having your face so close to his while he carries you around, the moment your head rests itself in the crook of his neck he is swooning all over again. if he needs to grab you quickly, he goes for an under arm carry, keeping you low to the ground afraid of dropping you.
negan throws you over like a sack of potatoes most times, he slaps your ass while doing so making some annoyingly vulgar joke about you,, it's how he parades you around. if he's feeling extra snarky, he does an under arm carry laughing the whole time as he rag dolls you around.
rick does the princess carry, he enjoys seeing your flustered face while he walks around with you like this. even better when your arms wrap around his neck while your face has to find its way to rest on his chest. if he's in a rush or wants to drag you away from something while you're being stubborn its back to the good old toss over his shoulder. he tries to not do it too often but he also cant help himself sometimes.
