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A Man of His Word
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Your husband fulfills his promises.
Warnings/Tags: smut with no plot, soft dom!daryl, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, unprotected p in v sex, use of the term ‘good girl’, husband!daryl, light infantilization, season 11, established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 441 words
A/N: While I’m obsessed with sub!daryl, I also adore soft dom!daryl. He’s pretty cocky in this, and I love it lmao. This is for my 650 followers celebration, so you can check out that post to see the context behind this request. This fic is shorter than my usual content, but I was running on a few hours of sleep while writing it. Hopefully, this fits your vision!! <33
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“Bein’ so fuckin’ good for me.”
As Daryl praised you, he was setting a steady pace with his thrusts and holding eye contact. Your husband was huge on eye contact during sex, so this was no surprise. His lips moved against the side of your neck, leaving dark marks in his wake. He gently prompted you to respond to him.
“You want me to go faster or slow it down? Use your words, honey.”
Overstimulated with pleasure, you weren’t able to respond yet, and tears streaked your cheeks. Daryl kissed them away and kept moving. The hand that wasn’t supporting his weight began stroking his hair, and he spoke again.
“C’mon, sweet girl. Not gonna know what you want if you don’t say nothin’. Want me to stop?”
Your eyes widened at the idea of Daryl stopping, and you frantically shook your head. It took a few seconds for you to speak, and your voice was tinged with desperation.
“D-don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“That’s a good girl. Answer my question?”
“Oh, maybe… a little faster?”
The hesitation in your voice made Daryl’s heart ache, and he redoubled his efforts. He wanted you to feel good, to feel heard. Your husband pressed a kiss to your forehead and quickened the rhythm of his movements. His fingers were still in your hair when he praised you again.
“Thank you for usin’ your words. You’re listenin’ so well.”
Knowing that Daryl wanted you to respond to him, you swallowed a whimper and nodded. The pleasure was overwhelming, but in the best way imaginable. Your voice trembled when you spoke between small gasps.
“Tryna be good. It’s a lot.”
“I know, baby. I know. You can take it, though.”
Daryl’s breathing was ragged as he continued moving inside of you. He could feel the euphoria pulling at his lower stomach, but he was more focused on you. It was obvious that you were getting close to that edge, and he was determined to push you over it. He changed the angle of his hips, and the orgasm immediately crashed into you. You cried out his name and tried to anchor yourself by clinging to his shoulders.
His peak soon followed, and it took all of his strength to not collapse on top of you. After thrusting a few more times, he smirked and nodded in satisfaction. His tone was dripping with cockiness.
“Pretty good, huh? I told you I’d make you feel good.”
It took several seconds before you could speak again, and you laughed breathlessly. Seeing your husband act boastful was always amusing. You grinned and nodded.
Summary: After hearing about Abraham's latest sexual escapades, Daryl wants to try something new with you.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, smut without plot, face-sitting, oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, soft dom!daryl, inexperienced!reader, use of the term 'good girl', season 6, pre-established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 738 words
A/N: Fighting the burnout one nasty fic at a time. I'm also writing these in batches and I'm running out of things to include in my author's note lmao. Shoutout to the lovely anon who requested a dom!daryl piece. Hopefully, this doesn't disappoint.
This is for kinktober day 21 - Face fucking.
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“C'mon, baby. Please.”
Lying on the mattress, Daryl's tone was pleading, and he was doing his best to convince you. He'd overheard Abraham talking about having his face ridden the other day, and it's all he could think about. You, on the other hand, were much more hesitant. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you paused for a moment. Your inexperience had always been a sore spot for you.
“I don't know, Daryl.”
“If you're worried 'bout not knowin' how to do it, it's okay. We can learn together.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ain't never been more sure in my life.”
That was dramatic, and you rolled your eyes a little. His comment did ease the tension, though. You loved Daryl, and he clearly wanted this. Taking a shaky breath, you nodded and gave in.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to ride my face.”
“Yeah, no shit. I'm askin' you how.”
Daryl rolled his eyes at your sass, but decided to let it slide. You were clearly feeling vulnerable and a bit insecure. He softened his tone and gave you instructions. “Straddle my chest. I'll guide you through it.”
“Okay.”
Doing as you were told, you moved and straddled his chest. Your thighs were on either side of his face. The neediness inside of you was building, but you were still a little unsure. Daryl's large hands gripped your hips, and he began pulling you down.
“Look at you, pretty girl. Already drippin' for me.”
His voice was reverent, and his calloused fingers stroked your skin. Daryl was always in awe of how beautiful you were. You were an angel and for some reason you loved him. He didn't deserve your love, but he'd spend the rest of his life proving his worth.
“Daryl, please.”
“I've got you.”
He lowered you slowly and positioned you over his lips. Your hands instinctively tangle in his dark hair. His tongue slips through your folds and curls. Fuck, he's good at this. Daryl's grip on your hips is bruising as he begins lifting you up and down. He sets a steady, consistent pace.
You're riding the ridge of his nose, and small sounds of ecstasy tumble from your lips. The sounds mix with his grunts to create a harmony of pleasure. His beard roughly rubs against your inner thighs, leaving the skin raw. You didn't mind, though.
“Oh my God, Daryl.”
“Feels good, huh?”
Daryl's voice is muffled by your skin, but you could still make out what he said. You moaned in response and your walls fluttered around his tongue. It was obvious how close to finishing you were. He wanted to draw this out a little more.
He slowed his motions and lapped at you languidly. The change in pace irritated you and you whined. Was he punishing you? Daryl softly shushed you and murmured.
“Easy, honey. I don't want this to end just yet.”
“Daryl, please. I- I can't wait.”
“Yes, you can. Be a good girl and hold on.”
Attempting to hold back, you whimpered and tried to picture something boring. It was hard to think of anything when Daryl was devouring you. His nose bumped your clit and your eyes roll back. You weren't going to last much longer. Tears of frustration spilled down your flushed cheeks.
His ministrations were unrelenting, and he moaned against your cunt. Part of Daryl wanted to drag this out as long as he could, but he could tell that you were reaching your limit. He wasn't a complete asshole.
“You're doin' so good for me, sweetheart. You can come now.”
Swirling his tongue around your clit one last time, he felt your thighs squeeze around his head and you cried out. It wasn't an exaggerated scream - just something uncontrollable. The sound along sent Daryl over the edge. He came hard and made a mess of his lap.
You weakly lifted yourself from his face and collapsed beside him on the bed. The sheets were displaced and the of you were wrecked. Your body continued to shudder from the orgasm, and you were spent.
Daryl reached over and pulled you against his side. He laid your head on his chest and tenderly wiped the tears from your face. His girl had been so good for him. Sighing contentedly, he kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back.
Summary: After you've been oblivious to the way Spencer hits on you, Daryl goes out of his way to show off what is his.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot, unprotected p in v sex, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, soft dom!daryl, sunshine!reader, praise, marking, jealousy, season 5, pre-established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 1.1k words
A/N: I NEED to be marked up by Daryl Dixon. This is also the debut of my sunshine!reader!! She'll have her own post at some point.
This is for kinktober day 09 - Hickeys.
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As per Rick's insistence, you and Daryl were being dragged to dinner at the Monroe's. Daryl was only going to accompany you and be loyal to his best friend. Not even a miniscule part of him wanted to deal with this. You, on the other hand, couldn't wait to formally meet the leader of this place and her family. Despite the hardships you'd suffered before and after the outbreak, you held onto your optimism. This also meant that you could sometimes be a bit naive. You weren't stupid, but there were times when you'd been too trusting. Thankfully for you, your boyfriend was the complete opposite.
Daryl was, reasonably, untrusting of most people and hypervigilant. This was one reason that he'd picked up on the Spencer had been flirting with you lately. Your group had been isolated for months and was new to Alexandria, so the younger man had taken full advantage of that. He'd gone out of his way to bring a welcome gift just for you. Obviously, you'd graciously accepted it. The whole situation made Daryl uneasy.
Inside your new bedroom, you were looking over the clothes that had been gifted by the neighbors when you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist. You laughed softly and leaned into Daryl's touch. His presence was overwhelming in the best way possible. He began pressing kisses starting from behind your ear down to the crook of your neck.
“What are you doin', Daryl?”
“Tryna convince you to stay here with me. We ain't gotta over to that prissy boy's house.”
“He hasn't done anythin' to us, baby.”
You knew that Daryl was talking about Spencer, and it made you roll your eyes. It wasn't that he was threatened by the man, he just hated how he looked at you. Your boyfriend had always been protective and this was no different. He continued kissing your neck, pausing every so often to leave a small mark. Feeling what he was doing, your eyes widened, and you held back a small moan. This was not the time to encourage his antics.
“Are you seriously giving me a hickey? You are way too grown to be pullin' this shit.”
“Just showin' my love.”
“Bullshit. You're tryna mark your property.”
“Are you sayin' that you want to be my property?”
The tone of Daryl's voice was effecting you more than you'd like to admit. You sighed softly and shifted in a weak attempt to ease the heat growing between your legs. The bastard always knew how to get what he wanted. Ever observant, Daryl noticed your efforts and grinned teasingly.
“Oh, you like the idea of that, huh? You like the idea of bein' mine?”
“Already am. Don't push it by bein' mean.”
Your words may have been confident, but your face was flushed and you were avoiding his gaze. He had the urge to take you right then and there. Checking the clock, Daryl decided you two had enough time and turned to lock the door. His hands returned to your hips, and he gave a gentle but firm command.
“Put your hands on the wall, sweetheart.”
Without hesitation, you did as you were told and pressed your palms flat on the wall. You could hear Daryl's belt being unbuckled, and his hands rested on your waist. His breath was warm against the base of your neck and his lips latched on a new spot. He was determined to leave physical reminders of his love all over your skin. You couldn't help but motivate him further.
“Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to.”
“Fuck, baby. You're gonna kill me if you keep talkin' like that. I'm gonna show everyone that you're mine.”
You whimpered softly and shifted on your feet as he continued marking you. His hands had wandered lower and slowly pulled down your jeans. They pooled around your knees as he lowered your underwear with them.
“Let's open you up for me, sweetheart.”
Daryl's arm snaked around your waist again, and he brought his hand to your entrance. He pushed one of his thick fingers into your cunt and twisted slightly. The abrupt motion elicited a sharp gasp from you. You were already soaked for him, so this wasn't going to take much effort. He added a second finger and pumped a few more times before removing his hand. You immediately whined in protest.
“Wait-”
“Relax, baby. I'm just movin' my hand.”
He lined himself up with you and didn't wait for a response before thrusting inside of you. You let out a loud cry and braced harder against the wall. Daryl remembered the other members living in the home and clasped a large palm over your mouth.
“Shhh, don't scream. You don't want me to stop, right? We ain't have a lot of time 'fore Rick comes to get us for dinner.”
Being obedient, you nodded and let him keep his hand in place. You couldn't promise to stay quiet, so this was the best option. After a moment of waiting to see if anyone came up the stairs, Daryl started rocking in and out of you again. He knew he had to get you off quickly, and he wasn't above playing dirty.
Daryl's free hand shifted from your hip and came to rest on your left breast, palming it through the fabric of your top. You weren't wearing a bra, so he had easy access to your nipple and pinched it slightly. You whimpered against his skin and he kept up his steady rhythm. He could feel you clenching around his cock, and it made him groan lowly.
“Doin' so good for me, sweet girl. Let go for me.”
Your orgasm ripped through you, and Daryl held you upright as he worked you through it. He spilled into your cunt and his forehead pressed against your shoulder. He let the two of you catch your breaths before pulling back to admire his handiwork. He'd placed a small trail of hickeys leading down to the top of your breasts. Your boyfriend opened his mouth to tease you about it when someone pounded on the door and Rick's voice rang out.
“We're gonna be late to Deanna's. Get your clothes back on!”
Daryl groaned in frustration while you giggled and turned to face him. You grabbed an abandoned shirt and hastily patted your skin dry. Making a show, you put your clothes back on and gestured to the tiny bruises adorning your skin.
“Do I look all pretty now?”
“You were beautiful before, darlin', but you're even prettier with all of my marks on you.”
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Stress Relief
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Daryl’s amped up after a fight, so you find a way to shut him up.
Warnings/Tags: smut with a dusting of plot, soft dom!daryl, brief references to poverty, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, black cat!reader, face riding, oral (fem receiving), use of the term ‘good girl’, season 7, established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 1k words
A/N: Thank you for the sweet words!! I adore your account and writing. Your request is so fun, and it gave me the opportunity to write another black cat!reader fic, so I’m very happy about that. If anyone else wants to send a themed request or to get the context behind this one, check out the OG post. Hopefully, I did a good job of bringing your idea to life <33
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“He was bein’ a fuckin’ asshole, sweetheart.”
As Daryl continued ranting, he paced the floor of your bedroom and his chest heaved. Your boyfriend had gotten into an argument with Rick, and it was clear that he wasn’t handling it well. Unfortunately for you, that meant that you’ve had to hear about it for the past thirty minutes. You’d assumed that he’d tire himself out eventually, but the end was nowhere in sight. You were about to respond when Daryl kept going.
“I’m so tired of him treatin’ me like I’m an idiot. I can make decisions for our people, too.”
“Daryl, honey, I’m sure Rick doesn’t think you’re stupid. Is that what he said?”
Knowing that his best friend hadn’t explicitly called him stupid, Daryl paused and tried to think of how to express how he was feeling. His frustration was only growing, and he’d started chewing on his lower lip. When he tried to articulate himself, his voice was strained and rough.
“I made a suggestion on how we should handle rationin’ resources, and he told me to “stick with what I know”. Merle and I had to spread out our food our whole lives. I know how to fuckin’ do it.”
That’s what was bothering him. Something that never failed to make Daryl insecure was when someone doubted his intelligence. He may not have been top of his class, he didn’t even graduate, but he was knowledgeable on a variety of things. Survival was one of them. You’d been lying on the bed, so you sat up and reached for his hand. His calloused fingers brushed against your skin, and he gave you his full attention when you spoke.
“That was a shitty thing for Rick to say. He’s been under a lot of pressure lately, but that doesn’t mean that he gets to speak to you like that. Why don’t you cool down tonight, and then you can address that in the mornin’?”
“I wanted to hit him. Shoulda kicked his ass.”
Evidently, Daryl was disregarding your suggestion to calm down. He seemed hellbent on stewing in his anger. You weren’t about to let this ruin your guys’ night. That’s when the idea hit you. You knew exactly how to distract Daryl and to soothe his tension. Smiling a little, you shifted on the bed and spoke up again.
“Maybe if I sit on your face, that’ll shut you up.”
As expected, your boyfriend’s cheeks flamed red and Daryl’s pacing came to an abrupt stop. He looked absolutely dumbfounded. The second that the initial shock wore off, he processed your suggestion and hummed appreciatively. That was a brilliant idea. His tone had transitioned from being tense to one of confidence.
“Get undressed, then.”
While you removed your clothing, Daryl stripped to his boxers and laid back on the mattress. His eyes were bright with excitement, and it made you smile. The two of you hadn’t even started, and his mind was already off of his previous argument. He watched as you made your way back over to the bed, and you straddled his chest. His large hands gripped your hips and he held eye contact. Your man wasn’t in the mood to take things slow and he grumbled impatiently.
“Fuck are you on my chest for? Sit on my face.”
In any other context, you would’ve rolled your eyes and told him to fuck off. He was being commanding, though. Now was not the time to be bratty. Instead, you did as you were told and settled over his face. Your thighs muffled his praises.
“Right there. Good girl.”
You were about to respond when Daryl’s tongue ran along the entrance of your pussy. A soft cry escaped your lips, and you glanced down at him. Your boyfriend was completely focused on his ministrations. He was lapping at your folds and letting out the occasional grunt. The hold he had on your hips boarded on being bruising. Words flowed from your mouth without you being fully aware of their contents.
“Keep goin’, Daryl. Please.”
Your begging only encouraged Daryl, and he was moving with fervor. He’d started lifting you slightly and pulling you down to ride his face. The friction in tandem with his mouth was making you dizzy with pleasure. His tongue swirled your clit and he sucked harshly. He was determined to send you over that edge.
Daryl’s efforts weren’t in vain because the heat in your core was building and your legs started squeezing the sides of his face. He wanted to encourage you to let go, so his fingers tapped your hip. It took another few seconds before you realized what he was doing, and you asked between gasps.
“Can I come? Please?”
Momentarily pulling away from your pussy, Daryl took a ragged breath and mumbled against your skin.
“Go for it, sweet girl.”
He immediately returned to his ministrations and picked up the pace. As the orgasm washed over you, you cried out, and he kept you steady. Daryl kept working you through that euphoria, and then he gave you a second to recover. To catch his breath, he shifted you slightly and let you sit against his chest. You looked down at him and smiled when you saw his damp beard. Teasing him only came naturally to you.
“Made a mess of your face.”
“It was worth it, baby.”
Your fingers ran through his dark hair, and you shifted to kiss his forehead. That always got Daryl. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a small hum of satisfaction. Without warning, he picked you up by your hips and laid you next to him. He was visibly fatigued. You laughed softly and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you gonna be able to sleep now? Less worked up?”
“Mhm. You wore me out, darlin’.”
“Someone had to. Thought you were gonna kill your brother.”
At the mention of Rick, Daryl huffed and rolled his eyes. He was in a much better mood now, but he still didn’t want to think about the argument. To make you stop talking, he pulled you closer and kissed you gently. The gesture was less passionate than earlier and more soft. You kissed him back and then laid your head on his chest. The two of you were much too tired to clean up. Right before he drifted off, your boyfriend mumbled sleepily.
Summary: After being too reckless on a run, you and Daryl get into an argument. He knows he's in the wrong and fights for your forgiveness.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, smut with a light sprinkle of plot, make-up sex, unprotected p in v sex, minimal angst, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, soft dom!daryl, black cat!reader begging, use of the term 'good girl', season 6, pre-established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 1.7k words
A/N: Shoutout to my lovely mutual @aphroangelis for helping me out with this one. Also, this is another debut of a reader archtype. She'll have her own post eventually. Anyway, enjoy Daryl Dixon groveling!!
This is for kinktober day 26 - Make-up sex.
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“What the hell was that back there? Are you tryin' to get yourself killed?”
Daryl's voice was raised, and his body was practically vibrating with anger. You were too blinded by your own frustration to see what this really was - fear. On the run, you had directly disobeyed one of Rick's orders, and you'd gotten injured in the process. It was a minor cut on your forehead, but your boyfriend was acting like it was the end of the world.
“Daryl, it wasn't that serious. Everythin' is fine.”
“Everythin' is fine? You nearly knocked yourself out, back there. What would've happened if I wasn't there?”
“I would've been fine.”
“Bullshit. Are you that fuckin' stupid?”
His words were harsh, and it felt like you'd been stabbed in the gut. Daryl had never spoken to you like this before. He'd never treated you like you were stupid. You were so hurt that you couldn't even respond. With your mouth slightly agape, you stood there before speaking up again.
“What did you just say?”
“I- fuck, sweetheart. That was uncalled for, I'm sorry. Just give me a bit to calm down.”
Ashamed of his actions and afraid to see the pained look in your eyes, Daryl left without waiting for your response. He turned and stormed off in the other direction. His fists were clenched to the point that his knuckles were white. There weren't words to describe how disappointed he was in himself. Why had he let his fear cause him to act like a complete jackass?
You watched him walk away and blinked back angry tears. Daryl usually avoided talking about his feelings, so this kind of response wasn't unexpected. That didn't change the hurt that had settled in your chest. The only thing you could do now was to let yourself feel and give him space.
A few hours had passed when Daryl returned to the Alexandrian home to find you laying in your shared bed. Obviously, things were still tense and both of you stubbornly held onto your irritation. He couldn't stay away, though. You may have been completely reckless on the run, but you were still his girl.
Instead of breaking the silence, he sat down and started unlacing his boots. He set the dirty shoes on the floor and stripped down to his boxers. Daryl finally forced himself to meet your gaze, and his heart ached when he saw the slight puffiness of your eyes. Fuck, he'd made you cry earlier.
Unable to avoid the situation, Daryl's body sagged with fatigue, and he laid beside you. He suppressed the urge to reach out and rested his ever-so-slightly shaking hands on his own stomach. The idea of you being angry with him or being hurt by his harsh words made him nauseous. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke gruffly.
“I'm sorry, sweetheart. You ain't deserve to be treated that way. Ain't sure what got into me.”
You took a shaky breath and shifted in the sheets. Even though you were pissed, you could hear the genuine remorse in Daryl's voice. You'd had enough time to process the argument to understand that he was just worried about you. Unfortunately, communicating his emotions was never your partner's strong suit. You hummed in agreement before responding.
“You're right. It was unwarranted, but I know that you were just scared.”
“Scared? I ain't scared.”
Hearing your huff of disbelief, Daryl groaned and relented. You'd hit the nail on the head, but it was killing him to admit that. He'd been raised to believe that fear was a sign of weakness.
“Fine. I was a little worried 'bout you. You're my girl, sweetheart.”
“I know, my love. I'm sorry that I didn't listen and went against Rick's orders. Guess I got a bit cocky.”
Your own admission was like pulling teeth, but you owed him your honesty. If Daryl could voice his feelings (to an extent), you could, too. He smiled a little at your reluctant tone and nodded.
“You were definitely cocky, sweet girl. I get it, though. I still shouldn't have reacted the way that I did.”
“I know, baby. I didn't mean to scare you. You were really upset.”
“I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, though. That's on me. Can I make it up to you?”
As Daryl spoke, he moved closer to you and gently stroked your side. His hands were much steadier than earlier. He saw your slight nod and started kissing down the side of your neck. He was determined to make things right.
Your body relaxed under his touch and you sighed softly. Moments like this with Daryl always felt like coming home. His facial hair brushed against your skin that familiar way and a small moan caught in your throat. It was impossible to stay angry with your partner when he was being so tender.
He could tell that you were wanting more, but he wanted to take his time. Daryl's hands wandered the expanse of your body, and one of his large palms groped at your right breast through your shirt. The clothing suddenly felt stifling and he pulled back.
“Can I take your clothes off, sweetheart? I wanna feel your skin on mine. Please.”
Daryl's voice was strained, and you could feel his hand length inside of his boxers. He felt as if he was going to die if he wasn't inside of you. He took a shaky breath and awaited your response.
“Please take them off, baby.”
Upon being given permission, Daryl peeled your shirt off straightaway and stripped your underwear. You'd stopped wearing bras since the outbreak, so that wasn't a concern. He wasted no time before taking your right breast in his mouth. Your body shuddered at the feeling, and you muttered a curse beneath your breath.
“Holy shit. Keep doin' that, baby.”
Daryl hummed in response and kept mouthing at your chest. His tongue swirled your nipple and your back arched off of the bed a bit. He hooked his arm around your waist and held you in place. Pulling away from your chest, he began kissing up your neck and toward your jaw. You needed more.
“Daryl, I- I need more.”
“I've got you, baby. Just let me take care of you. Where do you want me?”
“Inside me. I need your dick inside of me.”
“Okay, just relax for me.”
He reached down and stroked the entrance of your cunt. Daryl was teasing you and trying to you prepped before moving further. He felt how wet you were and smirked a little. Smug motherfucker.
“Is this all for me?”
“No, it's for my other lover. Fuck off.”
You smiled the entire time you teased him, and it made Daryl roll his eyes. He knew he could be cocky sometimes, but you never failed to counter him. Shaking his head a little, he kissed you harder and slipped a thick finger into your pussy. You moaned against his mouth.
He slid his finger in and out of you before abruptly pulling it out. You felt the emptiness instantly, and whined. God, he was torturing you. You weren't above begging, though.
“Daryl, please. Don't stop.”
“Relax, sweet girl. I can't fit both my fingers and my dick in you. Had to make some space.”
Daryl gently nudged your knees apart and settled between your legs. He freed his hard cock from his jeans and let it rest against your stomach. The heavy weight was comfortable, and it only served to make the ache inside of you grow. You needed him.
“Please. I-I need it, baby.”
“Easy, sweetheart. I got you.”
He leaned forward and slid one hand beneath your head while using the other to guide his length inside of you. Daryl didn't dare to look away from you as he finally bottomed out. The slight pinch of your brows melted away, and your expression became one of pleasure. He could never get enough of watching you like this.
You let your body stretch and adjust as he settled inside of you. A low grunt escaped Daryl as he made sure you were properly filled. He kissed the side of your neck again and left a small dark mark. You were desperate for him to move, and you whimpered. He responded by laughing softly against your skin.
“You want me to move, huh? I've got you, sweetheart.”
Since the whole point of this endeavor was to apologize for his previous behavior, Daryl wasn't about to play games with you. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before thrusting in and out of you. Falling into an easy rhythm, he let out a low moan and a string of praises.
“Fuck. You're so tight, baby. It's like you were made for me.”
You were overcome with pleasure to answer him, so you just whined instead. Daryl got the message. He used the hand by your head to softly caress your hair.
“You ain't gotta talk, darlin'. You're takin' me so well.”
Daryl continued moving and never took his eyes off your face. Damn, you were beautiful. There were some mornings where your partner would pinch himself to make sure this wasn't just some elaborate dream. It was an honor to be with you like this, and he knew it.
“Can't believe I'm so lucky. I mean, look at you.”
He tipped your chin downwards and angled your face, so that you could see where you two were conjoined. You watched the way his thick shaft was rocking into you. The two of you were moaning in tandem, and you could tell that you were close.
“You close, sweetheart? I can feel you squeezin' 'round me. Let go, pretty girl.”
Unable to hold back any longer, the orgasm hit you hard, and you quickly fell into oblivion. Daryl continued thrusting into you until he reached his own peak. He cried out your name when he finished and let his body collapse onto yours.
Your chest moved rapidly while you fought for breath, and your face was flushed. You looked absolutely wrecked, and it flooded Daryl with pride. He laughed breathlessly and moved a damp piece of hair from your face.
“How's that for an apology?”
“Fuck off, Dixon.”
Despite your words, you had a dazed smile on your face and your eyes were hazy. Daryl had won you over and he knew it. Thankfully for you, he was too tired to torment you further.
Summary: When it comes to your pleasure, Daryl Dixon is relentless.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot, multiple orgasms, praise, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, husband!daryl, wife!reader, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, season 11, pre-established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: around 737 words
A/N: My chronic pain has been an absolute bitch this week, but I persevere. I'm trying to focus on the positives, and writing has been a great distraction. Thank y'all for the support!!
This is for kinktober day 10 - Multiple orgasms.
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It had just been one of those days. Judith and RJ had been arguing all afternoon, and everyone was struggling to adjust to living in the Commonwealth. You were still learning how to be a mother figure, so all of this was overwhelming. These kids were your life, though.
Now, the kids were both spending the night at friend's houses. Daryl had taken it upon himself to remedy your bad day. You were flat on your back with his face buried between your thighs. He lapped at you feverishly, and his large hands were holding your hips with bruising intensity. Your husband murmured praise between ragged gasps.
“You're so perfect, honey. Did so good today.”
Today had felt like a failure, but Daryl's words were soothing that ache. Everything felt doable when you were with him. His tongue swirled your clit and your body tensed in response. He'd only been at this a few minutes, but you were nearing that edge. The fact that he'd already made you finish once was only adding to the tenderness.
“Daryl, please.”
“Shhh, baby. I've got you. Just let go for me.”
The orgasm hit you with blinding force, and you were boneless against the bed. Daryl kept working you through the euphoria. His touch was soft, and his pace had slowed significantly. He pulled back and wiped his mouth.
You took a moment to admire how disheveled he looked. His dark hair was sticking up from where your hands had been tangled, and his beard was glistening. Your husband looked like walking sin, and you smiled lazily.
“Damn, Daryl. That was incredible.”
“Yeah? You think you can give me one more?”
Since you were already sensitive from the previous orgasms, the mere idea of having another seemed impossible. You hesitated and tried to maintain eye-contact with Daryl.
“I don't know, my love. That- that sounds like a lot.”
“I know, baby. I know. You can do it, though. You always take me so well.”
Your body was pliant with fatigue, so Daryl positioned you with ease. It's not like you would've put up a fight anyway. He was already bare from earlier, and he wasted no time lining himself up with your entrance. Tilting your hips, he took a steadying breath and made eye contact with you again.
“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. That's it. Good girl.”
Complying, you nodded and took a deep breath. Daryl waited until you exhaled to slowly push in. He kept going and leaned forward to kiss your forehead when he bottomed out. You could always count on your husband to be gentle with you. He continued praising you.
“Takin' me so well. Look at you.”
Daryl started to roll his hips against yours and tipped your chin down. You watched the way his cock slipped in and out of your slick cunt. The way the two of you fit like a puzzle piece was mesmerizing. As he kept moving, he affectionately stroked your hair and kept gazing into your eyes. Fucking romantic. You couldn't help, but tease him.
“You're starin' into my soul, Dixon.”
“Prettiest soul I've ever seen.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed softly. He adjusted his position and hit your clit at a different angle. Your laughter was abruptly cut off with a sharp cry. He smiled at your reaction and playfully taunted you.
“That's the spot, ain't it?”
Before you could even respond, the third orgasm knocked the wind out of you. Daryl altered his hold on you and softly kissed your neck. His release followed yours, and he lowly groaned your name. Your husband's chest fell against yours, and he did his best to keep his full weight off of you. He was absolutely spent.
Your breathing was ragged and your hand absentmindedly rubbed Daryl's muscular back. The two of you were recovering in tandem. His hand occasionally moved through your hair, but for the most part his muscles were slack. Sleepy words soon met your ears.
“Never wanna pull out. Just goin' to stay here forever.”
“Just rest, baby. Thank you.”
“You deserve it. Such a good momma and wife.”
Smiling softly, you nodded and kissed the side of his head. Your hands moved through his dark hair. Both of you were fully relaxed, and it was only a matter of time before you drifted off. Leave it to Daryl to completely turn your day around.
Summary: After having your daughter, you've held onto some leftover weight and Daryl loves it.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot, mirror sex, mentions of a past pregnancy, descriptions of weight gain (nothing too intense), body worship, female reader (she/her) with female anatomy, husband!daryl, wife!reader, unprotected p in v sex, season 5, pre-established relationship, no use of Y/N
Word count: 1.1k words
A/N: I loved writing body worship in a few of the previous fics for kinktober, so I had to do it again. Personally, I think it pairs perfectly with mirror sex.
This is for kinktober day 30 - Mirror sex.
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Observing your bare reflection in the mirror, you took in the changes that had been made to your body and sighed softly. This body had blessed you with a precious baby girl, and you were beyond grateful. That didn't change the fact that things were different, though. Your hips were wider, and your stomach had gotten much softer. Small stretch marks spanned what was once your daughter's home.
It wasn't that you hated this body, not even close. This was just an adjustment. Your fingers prodded at the doughy flesh of your stomach and you shifted uncomfortably. Deep down, you knew that you were still beautiful. You just needed a reminder. Thankfully, your husband was more than willing to take on that role for you.
You hadn't even realized that Daryl had entered the room until he cleared his throat. Jumping slightly, you turned around and saw his presence filling the doorway. He couldn't have been there that long, but he had been watching you. His brows were slightly furrowed when he spoke up.
“What are you doin', sweetheart?”
“Oh, just lookin'.”
“Right.”
Daryl could tell that you were full of shit, and it was written all over his face. You didn't want to talk about it, but you knew that shutting down wasn't an option. Like all healthy relationships, yours was built on communication. You sighed again and gave in.
“Fine. I'm just havin' a hard time with my body. It looks so… different. Like it's not really mine anymore.”
Pushing himself off of the door frame, your husband hummed in acknowledgement and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. Daryl lightly rested his head on your shoulder, and admired the two of you in the mirror. You were so fucking beautiful. He pressed a kiss to your neck and spoke up again.
“You're so beautiful, baby. I wish you could see that.”
“Everythin' just feels different. I don't know how to explain it.”
“Different isn't bad. You're still my wife. To be honest, I really like your body right now.”
Unable to help yourself, you scoffed a little and rolled your eyes. Daryl was always showering you in compliments, so his response was unsurprising. You hated how insecure you sounded.
“Are you sure that you're not just sayin' that?”
“I ain’t. Let me show you.”
Once you had begrudgingly nodded your head, Daryl smiled softly and kissed your jaw. You were already naked from getting out of the shower, so he didn't need to worry about your clothes. He unbuckled his jeans and freed his hard cock from his boxers. The fabric pooled around his ankles as he pressed his firm length against your ass. His voice was soft, but held a slight command.
“Hands against the wall, sweetheart.”
You did as you were told and pressed your palms flat on the nearby wall. Daryl made sure that you still had a clear view of your reflection. He was going to show you how beautiful you were. You didn't want to be patient, and you leaned back into him. You whined a little and shifted your hips.
“Please, Daryl. I need you, baby.”
“Easy. I'm gettin' there, just wanna touch you for a moment.”
As he spoke, Daryl's hands roamed the expense of your doughy skin, and it made his smile widen. God, he was a lucky man. He was utterly obsessed with the changes your body had made to accommodate the previous pregnancy. His hands started tracing the fullness of your hips.
“You know what I love about these hips? They carried a life, darlin'. You gave me our beautiful baby girl, and your body is so strong because of it.”
His reverent touch and words filled with adoration made your throat feel tight. You did your best to see yourself through the eyes of your husband. If he loved this new body that deeply, why couldn't you? You soaked up his praise and nodded.
“I guess, you're right. My body did do all of that.”
“That's my girl. You don't have to agree right now, but I'll love it enough for the both of us.”
“Thank you.”
Your voice was strained and tears had begun streaking your cheeks. It felt ridiculous to be this emotional, but you were overwhelmed by Daryl's love. The fact that you were only a few months postpartum didn't help either.
Daryl quickly wiped your tears and pressed tender kisses down the side of your neck. One hand held you against him while the other palmed your heavy breast. He was practically in a trance as he watched the way your flesh moved beneath his hands. The words came flowing out of him and he continued praising you.
“God, baby, just look at you. Your thighs, your stomach, all of it is fuckin' perfect. Unbelievable. I'm gonna make you feel so good, okay?”
“Please.”
Daryl lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in. He was careful not to be too rough, and gave you time to adjust to every inch. It took a moment before he bottomed out. Since having the baby, the two of you were still getting into the swing of things. He gave you a second to breathe before speaking up again.
“You're takin' me so well, sweet girl. Are you okay for me to start moving?”
You whimpered quietly and nodded. Daryl started methodically thrusting in and out of your cunt. Low grunts erupted from his throat as he moved inside of you. His hands had settled on both of your hips and were holding you in place.
Daryl's forehead rested against your shoulder, and he listened to the variety of sounds that you were making. His calloused fingers stroked your skin as he kept rocking. Your body had become more sensitive since the pregnancy, and it took less time for you to reach your peak nowadays. He wasn't complaining, though.
Your walls clenched around your husband's cock, and you moaned at the sensation. Daryl's hands were pressing small indents on your skin. You felt him twitch inside you, and it was clear that he was nearing that edge, too. He quickened his pace and spoke again.
“I can feel you squeezin' around me. You're close, huh? Let go for me, sweet girl. Let me feel you come undone in my arms.”
No one had to tell you twice, and your orgasm nearly knocked you off of your feet. Despite Daryl's desire to finish inside of you, he wasn't itching to have a second baby in the home this soon. He quickly pulled out and blew on your back.
He held you upright, even as he came down from his euphoria. Daryl looked in the mirror and took in his wife's dazed appearance. Your skin was flushed, and your chest heaved with small gasps. The way your eyes had glazed over made him laugh softly. He broke the silence with his gravely tone.
“I wore my girl out, huh? Let's get you cleaned up.”
Summary: At “family dinner” with the group, you're sitting next to Daryl, and he cannot keep his hands to himself.
Warnings/Tags: smut with no plot, 18+ mdni, praise kink, teasing, dom!daryl, fingering, semi-public sex, use of the term 'good girl', established relationship, female reader (she/her), season five, no use of y/n
Word count: 915 words
A/N: This was inspired by a prompt written by my lovely mutual @dixondisease. I saw the part about the dinner table and ran with it. I am fully aware that this is an unrealistic scenario because none of the group picks up on what's going on beneath the table.
This is kinktober day 07 - Semi-public sex
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Sitting beside your boyfriend, a rough palm inched up your thigh and you sighed softly. Daryl had been trying to get you worked up all dinner. It was working, of course. You were trying to maintain some sense of decency, though. Gently moving his hand away, you leaned over to him and whispered softly.
“Have some self-control, Dixon.”
“Ain't my fault that you're drivin' me crazy, sweetheart. I mean, look at that skirt. Y'know exactly what you're doin'.”
As he spoke, Daryl's hand settled on your knee and rubbed small circles into your flesh. His stubborn ass was not going to back down. The blush dusted across your cheeks was more than enough encouragement for him to keep going. He looked you over again and nodded appreciatively.
Groaning softly, you glanced around and tried to make sure that everyone else was invested in their conversations. This man was fucking relentless. Thankfully, the rest of the group was listening to some story that Rick was telling. You decided to give in and whispered back to Daryl.
“You ain't gonna stop, huh?”
“Not unless you actually want me to.”
The truth was that you didn't want Daryl to stop. Part of you wanted to be stubborn and keep resisting him, but your body vehemently protested. The familiar ache was building and you were getting needy. Sighing quietly, you nodded and allowed him to move his hand upwards.
Feeling the heat and dampness of your core, Daryl realized that you hadn't worn any underwear. He was right - you knew exactly what you were doing. Letting out a low grunt, he slid his hand higher and took a shaky breath.
“You're doin' this shit on purpose, ain't you? Walkin' 'round with no panties on like a fuckin' tease. You been waitin' all night for me to touch you like this, huh?”
Knowing you'd been caught, you whimpered softly and nodded. His fingers were brushing against your entrance without actually slipping in. They were already glistening with your wetness. Wanting to tease you further, he brought two of his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.
This had the desired effect because you squeezed your thighs together and tried to get comfortable. God, he was killing you. Daryl had always been a tease, but this was a whole different level. You had to stifle another sound and resisted the urge to beg. The two of you had to be quiet to get away with this. Keeping your voice low, you spoke in a hushed tone again.
“Don't tease me, baby. I can't take it much longer.”
Daryl lit up at the desperate tone of your voice and responded in a slightly mocking tone.
“What's wrong? Is my girl feelin' needy? Fuckin' soaked for me already.”
“Daryl, please. I really need you.”
Clearly, all of your plans to hold onto your dignity went out the window. There was no way that you could wait any longer. It's a miracle that you weren't a blubbering mess already. You shifted again in your seat and nervously checked to see if anyone else was watching.
After a few more seconds of torture, Daryl finally gave in and moved his hand back beneath your dress. He used two of his thick fingers and slowly pushed them into your cunt. Stifling a gasp, you clasped a hand over your mouth and looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Easy, baby. Just take a breath. You're bein' so good for me. Keepin' quiet like a good girl.”
Daryl's fingers started slipping out of you, and he used his thumb to press on your clit. He knew you wouldn't last long and was determined to make it worth your while. He couldn't keep his eyes off your face and watched as your eyes glazed over with pleasure. His baby was so fucking beautiful like this. Your walls were starting to clench around his fingers, and it was obvious that you were right on the edge of ecstasy.
“You're doin' so good for me, sweet girl. I can tell you're gettin' close. You gonna come soon for me?”
Not trusting yourself to speak, you nodded and continued your efforts to stay silent. A soft mewl escaped your lips, and you flinched slightly at the sound. You needed to keep it down before anyone grew suspicious. Daryl shook his head and softly reprimanded you.
“Shhh, baby. You gotta stay quiet or else I'm gonna have to stop. You ain't want me to quit, do you?”
Hearing his threat to stop, your eyes widened, and you fervently shook your head. Daryl stopping now would actually kill you. You were so close - just needed a little more. You quickly whispered back.
“Please don't stop. I'm almost there.”
“You gotta be quiet, then. Be a good girl for me, sweetheart.”
He quickened his pace and the movement of his fingers became desperate. Daryl needed to get you off before the rest of the group caught on. The last thing he needed was for you two to be found out. He would never live something like that down.
Daryl's efforts were rewarded when you suddenly tumbled over that edge and came on his fingers. He was beyond satisfied and gently brushed a some hair out of your face. Checking that no one had noticed your activities, he sighed in relief and leaned over to speak in your ear.
“You were so perfect for me, baby. Thank you for lettin' me make you feel good.”
