Thank you so much, my lovely people ♥️ Y’all amazing and it wouldn’t be the same here without you!
As a little thank you for being here with me, I’m going to give you a little sneak peek of the incoming series with perv!Daryl.
Ps.: Look at my pretty little dividers! I made them myself and I’m slowly trying to edit all of my posts.
He likes watching you sleep.
The first time he did it, it was simply because he wanted to check on you. Your bloody boyfriend was away for a few days, and you were left alone in your big house. What if something happened to you? What if someone else had their eye on you? He just... had to make sure. All the lights were off. It had been like that for two hours. You should have been asleep by then.
He left the house and crept in the shadows to the back of your house, making sure no one could see him. He was a hunter, after all. He knew how and where to place his feet so as not to make a sound; how to move as if he were invisible. Dressed in black, moving only when necessary, he reached the back door leading to your kitchen. It was open. You had left your door open. He pushed it further and entered, anger boiling in his veins. How could you be so irresponsible? Anyone could have come in here. Anyone could have done what he did. What if he wasn't the only person in this forsaken town who wanted you?
He clenched his jaw. If you were his, he would have scolded you for it. He would have grabbed you, bent you over his lap, pulled down your panties, and his hand would have landed on your bare ass with a loud smack. You would have whimpered. Loudly. And he would smacked you again, and you would close your eyes, and tears would run down your cheeks. A few more times. Your skin would be completely red by then, and the imprint of his hand would be very visible on those cute round cheeks.
Then he would lean down and kiss every inch of your burning skin. He would make you feel better. He would lick the tears from your face, apologising for everything, but you would know it was for your own good.
He climbed the stairs slowly, step by step, his penis hardening with each new image of you bent over his knee, so helpless and weak, completely at his mercy. He would curse under his breath if he didn't have to be quiet. He would haveto deal with that problem later, though. For now...
He reached your bedroom, the door was open, of course, and he stopped, listening carefully. At first there was silence, but after a few seconds he heard your slow, steady breathing. You were asleep. With his next step, he crossed another line that he knew deep down he shouldn't cross. But you were so close, and he wanted to see you so badly.
He entered quietly and gently, without making a sound. His eyes, already perfectly accustomed to the darkness, scanned the room and almost immediately found your bed, and you curled up in the middle of it. The silvery glow of the moon filtered through the half-closed curtains, illuminating you as if you were some kind of goddess. He held his breath as his gaze moved up and down your silhouette. Your eyes were closed, your lips slightly parted, and that long braid he loved so much was more tousled than ever. One hand was under your cheek, the other clutching the pillow. Your body was hidden under the duvet.
You were safe. You were there, and you were safe. He could leave, couldn't he? So why couldn't he bring himself to go? Why did he just want to stay and watch you for a little while longer instead?
He swallowed, knowing how perverse his behaviour was at that moment, standing there watching you in one of your most vulnerable moments, but he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay there and watch you for hours. He wanted to brush your cheek with his knuckles, brush a strand of hair from your forehead, place a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.
He wanted you to wake up with him between your legs.
Clenching his fists, he gathered the last drop of strength and self-awareness still present in his body, turned on his heel and left. But he came back the next night. And the next. And the next. At some point, checking on you when your boyfriend was out of town became a habit for him.
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