This is so completely self-indulgent, and I can't help myself. Forgive me. Ya girl just wants her pussy ate, okay? Enjoy!
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+), sub daryl, oral sex (f. receiving)
Daryl Dixon loves eating you out
Daryl Dixon who would eat you out like a starving dog being offered a steak
Daryl Dixon who has very little practical experience but makes up for it with enthusiasm
Daryl Dixon who moans and whines and ruts into the barely there friction of his jeans because having a mouth full of your pussy makes him fucking feral
Daryl Dixon who begs to be allowed to eat you out
Daryl Dixon who hits his knees without being asked if you’re stressed, wound up, or generally horny
Daryl Dixon who also gets on his knees when he gets back from a long run or a generally stressful day because pleasuring you makes his head too fuzzy to form thoughts
Daryl Dixon who leans his cheek against your thigh and watches you with unfocused, hazy eyes as he licks your clit
Daryl Dixon who wraps his arms around your thighs less to keep you still and more just to have more points of contact
Daryl Dixon who genuinely forgets he's anything other than your sex toy when you sit on his face
Daryl Dixon who doesn't believe in that hovering bullshit. When he says sit, he means with your full weight. Sit. Break his nose. Crush him into the bed. Suffocate him
Daryl Dixon who whines when you pick your hips up while riding his face so he can breathe. He doesn't want to breathe
Daryl Dixon who moans a little louder and obediently sticks his tongue out when you dig your fingers into his hair and hold him still while you grind against his mouth
Daryl Dixon who would lick you through every orgasm unflinchingly. No matter how much you grind against his tongue, how hard you press his face against you, or how tightly you squeeze his head between your thighs
Daryl Dixon who cums in his pants the first time he eats you out, and keeps right on going because he’s lost in your pleasure
high drabble about finger sucking and cunnilingus with daryl dixon
im obsessed with sucking fingers. and of course daryl obliges.
have you seen the way no food goes to waste? every last bit is always slurped up by this man. so why wouldnt the same apply to you?
you huff and puff before just demanding your boyfriend eat you out. he stutters, but your word is his command. thats when he lets you know hes never done this before…
you smirk grabbing his large hand, slowly bringing his fingers to your lips. a soft kiss on his knuckle, nuzzling into his warm palm. his other hand rubbing up and down your thigh. it has your cunt pulsing.
youre sick with need and so you make the move hes been waiting for. “gotta wet ya fingers first…” its all slurred
his blueeyes wide, he watches you open your plump lips, and seal them around the first few inches of his middle finger.
hes addicted, just as you are. theres a spark between you both as you sloppily suck around his middle and ring finger. they’re thick and its all messy. they hit the back of your throat in no time, and you’re OBSESSED. you cant stop, the rhythm drags you in. hips rolling into his chest as you close your eyes and hollow your cheeks. tongue swirling and forcing its way between his digits.
daryl is desperately trying to keep up, groaning at the way you swallow and suck on his fingers. he imagines your slick lips on his dick, neck, and biceps. and his heart is beating out of his chest.
it all comes to a stop when daryl yanks his hand back to grab at your jeans. youre whining at the loss but quickly scramble to help him
“need ya fingers in me”
“thats wha im doing”
and oh does he. when you say just eat. hes unsure at first but dives in.
he takes a few long flat licks up your cunt, rolling the tip of his tongue around your clit before kissing.
and its messy and hot and everything you need
daryls fingered you before, but the way you scream squeal and twitch when he EATS is something different.
your back is arching, legs closing around his head so hard he has to pin you down. and he keeps curling his thick fingers into your g-spot. the breath is knocked right out of you.
youre gasping hard, whining his name, coiling your hand in his hair so you can watch the way he works his face into your clit. making out with it, eating like his last meal.
you snap, when he sucks particularly hard, while rubbing that spot that you love so much. and you go limp after, weakly pushing him away. grabbing his wrist, and forearm with tears in your eyes hiccuping.
you beg him to stop, or at least give you a break.
he pulls off, and slowly removes his fingers. sitting on his hunches, dick hard in his black denim.
youre slouched with your weight on your hands, watching him, watching you.
he switches focus from your glistening cunt to his own filty fingers. and the speed in which he sticks his fingers into his mouth is a shame. he groans, slobbering to get every bit off of his hand and forearm.
you wont let him have a second helping of your cunt so hes licking up his leftovers of course!
“gross”
he just takes his winged jacket off, shirt spilling unto the floor.
There’s no way I’ve been checking every day for my request and I never fucking sent it for fuck sake.
Okay I requested sumn about reader being obsessed with Daryl hips and stomach and they love grabbing em. Like the way he has his jeans hanging so low with his belt and every time he reaches up you can see his slutty little man waist ugh.
Idrk how you’d write it but I like my Daryl Subby yum.
⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Hips Don’t Lie
⌇daryl dixon x reader
summary⌇daryls hips are slutty what else is there to say
warnings⌇smut, oral (m revecing), sub daryl
word count⌇1.0k
a/n⌇this one goes out to my goat darylsdelts :3 idk man daryl’s lowkey a slut why r u showing off ur hips like that 😑😑
A stretch.
Just a simple, thoughtless movement, Daryl lifting his arms above his head, shirt riding up just enough to show the barest sliver of hip, pale and sharp, lined with soft hair that trailed down and disappeared into his waistband.
You nearly choked.
Because no one told you the sight of Daryl hips could short circuit your brain. No one warned you that that would be the thing to break your restraint, not the way he grunts when he lifts something heavy, not the way his voice rasps when he murmurs in the morning, but his hips.
Lean and narrow. Sloped. Pretty. Slutty.
You couldn’t unsee it after that. Bending over to pick something up? Gone. Stretching after a long day? You’d practically foam at the mouth. That little line of hair leading under his jeans? You’d have dreams about it, wake up sweating.
And Daryl had no idea.
He’d mutter a distracted “what?” when you stared too long. Furrow his brow like you were crazy. You’d wave him off, pretend you were fine, but inside you were feral. It wasn’t just how he looked, it was that he had no clue what he was doing to you.
It was hot.
—
The two of you were holed up in an old safehouse. Just you and him. The fire was dying down, throwing soft light over the little mattress laid out on the floor. Daryl had just taken off his jacket and was standing near the window, tugging his shirt over his head to change.
That’s when you saw it again. That little V. The narrow jut of his hips, skin and soft hair catching the firelight. And the waistband of his sweats dipping low, too low, and—
You sat up too fast.
Daryl turned around, blinking. “What?”
“Come here.”
He hesitated. “Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”
You didn’t answer. You just reached out, fingers curling around the waistband of his sweats, tugging him forward until he was standing between your knees.
“Your hips,” you said simply, voice low.
He blinked, like he wasn’t sure he heard you right. “My what?”
“Your hips.” Your fingers dipped under the elastic of his waistband, just a little. “I think about ‘em too much.”
His face burned. “Don’ know what you’re talkin’ about.”
But you didn’t. You leaned in, pressed a kiss just above his hipbone, watched him twitch.
“Y’always go for my shoulders,” he mumbled, flustered. “Why now—”
“Because your hips are…beautiful,” you murmured, letting your lips trail lower, brushing along the soft trail of hair. “Can’t stop thinking about them.”
He whimpered.
You looked up at him. “Lie down for me baby.”
He hesitated for half a second before obeying, cheeks pink, breath already uneven. You climbed over him slowly, dragging your hands over the plane of his stomach, thumbs sweeping the slope of his hips. He watched you, eyes blown wide and lips parted, so damn pretty like that.
You leaned down, mouthing at the curve of his hip, kissing every inch of exposed skin until he was trembling beneath you.
“Feel good?” you whispered.
His head tipped back. “Yeah,” he rasped. “Feels real good.”
Your hands slid under his sweats, palms firm on his thighs. You kissed his hips, lower now, tongue teasing over skin, and he groaned—a deep, broken sound that had you clenching your thighs together.
“You’re always so strong,” you murmured. “But I love you like this, too. Soft. Quiet. Letting me take care of you.”
His breath hitched. “I ain’t—fuck—ain’t quiet.”
“No?” you teased. “Sounded like a whimper to me.”
He made that sound again, all helpless and sweet, and you smiled against his skin.
“I’ll stop teasing,” you promised, though your voice was too full of heat to mean it. “Just wanna worship you.”
You slid his sweats down slow. Let your fingertips brush over the creases of his hips. He was half hard already, twitching under your touch. You kissed your way down, every movement slow and reverent. Your hand wrapped around him, stroking gently, and his hips lifted into your palm.
God, he was so good like this. Writhing. Breathless. Letting you lead.
Your mouth followed your hand, tongue licking a stripe up the underside of him before taking him in, slow and wet and soft.
“Shit—” he choked out, hips bucking. One of his hands tangled in the sheets. The other came up to your shoulder like he didn’t know what to do with it—like he wanted to pull you closer, but couldn’t bring himself to interrupt the heaven you were giving him.
You sucked slow, shallow at first, just to watch him squirm. You moaned around him and felt him shiver, felt his hips tremble beneath your hands.
“Yer doin’ this on purpose,” he whispered, barely coherent.
You looked up, eyes dark. “Of course I am. Look at you, Daryl. You’re so good for me.”
He blushed, lips parted, trying to hide his moans.
And when you started to move faster, when you let your hand slide back to those perfect, narrow hips and hold him there while you sucked him deep, he gasped loud, let himself go.
He came with your name on his lips, hips stuttering under your hold, muscles drawn tight and trembling as he gave in completely.
You didn’t let go until he was breathless and boneless beneath you, hips twitching, thighs shaking.
When you finally crawled back up to kiss him, his arms came around you fast, pulling you in like he couldn’t bear to be apart.
“You’re dangerous,” he mumbled into your shoulder, voice wrecked.
You grinned. “Yeah?”
His breath hitched again, body twitching under yours.
Yeah. You were definitely not done worshipping those hips.
Warnings: Poorly written, raunchy smut, Dom/sub dynamic, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), prostate stimulation
Summary: You and Daryl take the next step in your relationship. And it’s a big step.
A/N: Lawd, this took forever! I’m not 100% happy with it but happy enough to call it complete. I think I like Sub!Daryl. I’m sleepy now so I’ll proofread and fix errors tomorrow.
gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams
Daryl Dixon made you feel powerful.
Given his nature, you could never be sure if it was intentional. From day one at the quarry, he was rude, standoffish, and vulgar. You found him difficult to tolerate, but hey, you didn’t get to choose the people with which you had survived an apocalypse. It was a random twist of fate that had brought you all together. Better to just make the best of it.
So, you did. You made it a priority to get to know everyone in your group, saving the Dixons for last. Merle, you quickly surmised as a lost cause. Women, to him, were meek and fruitless, destined to die without a big strong man to ensure they were protected, fed, and bred like cattle to repopulate the earth.
You found Daryl to be a tad more reserved. He only offered his opinion—usually loudly and to include several swears—when the conversation revolved around an important topic that would directly affect him or his brother. He otherwise attempted very hard to keep to himself. So when you began to follow him around, he naturally bucked against the idea. Still, you saw potential there and persevered.
You took an interest in the things he was doing, namely hunting and trapping. He was a skilled tracker and a marksman with his crossbow. You started small, asking how the weapon worked. He had been skeptical and scrutinized you for sincerity, all with a glower in the span of five minutes. It was only uphill from there.
When Daryl began to teach you his trades, he made sure you learned by doing. His only praise for getting something right was usually a curt nod and a “that’ll do.” By giving you weapons, having you track a buck that would feed the group for days, spear a fish, and skin and clean your own kills, he had put power in your hands. He had single-handedly molded you into a force that could survive in the new world.
When it came to walkers, Daryl somehow knew things that others didn’t. “S’gotta be the brain! Don’t ya’ll know nothin’?!” You knew. Thanks to him. You had spent a lot of time in the woods, the perfect place to learn how to take down the undead. It was virtually impossible for them to sneak up on you. Too many ways to make noise if you weren’t actively trying to be silent. Once again, a weapon had been placed in your hand and you were thrown to the wolves…erm…walkers. The difference between this and hunting, you noticed, was that Daryl was never too far away with his own weapon ready. He knew how to make you feel independent without wagering your safety.
The months and tragedies continued to pass slowly, each profound in their own way. Surviving was top priority and to continue to do so as time marched on became more and more of a victory. You lost people and homes, each leaving a mark on your soul that would never be erased, chipping away at your humanity bit by bit. Surprisingly, it was Daryl who kept you grounded.
By the time you arrived in Alexandria, things between you and the archer had evolved into something just short of a romantic relationship. You had been sharing space with him for months now, falling asleep warm in his arms every night. You would show him affection in front of your friends and, though he scowled and grumbled, he accepted it. Kisses alternated between slow and passionate and long and needy, each accompanied by intimate touches that never seemed to go far enough.
Today, you had been helping him with the bike Aaron had gifted him to keep him busy. He had shown you back at the prison how to make repairs, along with the correct name and function of each part. He was sitting beside you while you both diagnosed what could be causing the thing to sputter and die randomly. Your eyes were drawn to his muscles when he would tighten a bolt, and more than once, you had caught his gaze roaming up the length of your bare legs until he reached the hem of your shorts and quickly looked away.
It was becoming a problem. An absolute dilemma that was resulting in a pulsing, wet need between your thighs. You chose to ignore it and focus your energy on the task at hand. Daryl, however, decided that he needed the wrench that just happened to currently reside between your lower thighs. When he reached for it, you were unprepared and reacted instinctively. You smacked the back of his hand before you even realized you had moved. He pulled back the limb with surprising quickness, wide blue eyes zeroing in on the red welt that began to form just below his knuckles.
“Shit! I’m sorry!” The words tumbled out of your mouth as you grabbed his hand to inspect it yourself. He let you pull it closer even though it meant he had to lean forward awkwardly. Your fingers brushed over the irritated flesh and before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to the mark you had left. A chance look from under your lashes showed he still wore the wide eyes, but the brilliant blue was merely a thin ring around his dilated pupils.
‘Oh.’ Could it really be? You had honestly thought Daryl just wasn’t into sex since the world ended. He had never made a move, never given you any indication that he was waiting for you to make one. Sure, your make-out sessions would get pretty heated, but honestly, things were always too hectic or dangerous for anything more. Maybe, just maybe, now that your family was safe behind the walls here…
You knew Daryl had lovers in the past. It was a topic of conversation once during a night watch before the prison had fallen. Your head was on his shoulder as you recounted — in more detail than he had liked, if his growls and grunts had been anything to go by — your average-size list. When it had been his turn, he hadn’t been as forthcoming as you but you at least surmised that he knew his way around a pussy if ever the opportunity presented itself.
On a whim, you flipped his hand and let your lips whisper over his wrist next, drawing up your legs to sit on your knees. He still didn’t stop you while you moved up his arm with hot, open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks. Eventually, you needed to skip over his clothed shoulder (for now) and his neck became your next target. He leaned back slightly when you threw a leg over both of his to straddle him, unleashing an onslaught of attention over his carotid pulse. His breath hitched, his palms hovering over your hips but seemingly not yet willing to touch you. You would use that to your advantage at some point.
Salt, smoke, and earth were mingling on your tongue. “I like how you taste.” You whispered in his ear, smiling against his skin when you felt him shiver. You leaned back to bring your face in front of his, fingers grabbing his chin when he started to look away. “I think we need to go to your room.” He swallowed hard, his Adam's Apple bobbing.
You stood straight up from where you were on his lap, leaving your feet on either side of his hips and the apex of your thighs directly in front of his face. Once again, he tried to look away. “Don’t.” You ordered before you thought better of it. To your surprise, he stopped short and turned back, even as he scowled from being bossed around. ‘Oh.’ The things he told you without saying a word. “Don’t keep me waiting, Dixon.” You stepped back and then over, swaying your hips more deliberately than usual as you exited the garage.
You didn’t turn to see if he would follow. If you were reading him right, he would.
And you were about to have the time of your life.
Entering the home you, Daryl, and Carol shared, you passed the staircase that led up to your room and stepped into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You probably had a good ten minutes before Daryl would stop pacing the front porch and actually come inside.
Descending the stairs from the kitchen, you opened the basement door and flipped the light switch. Even though you had separate rooms, you spent more time in his room than your own. The things you used most were down there. You slept there. Nothing was really going to change if this happened, right?
Pursing your lips, you shook the thoughts away and placed the water on the nightstand, twisting the switch on the small bedside lamp. After you turned off the overhead light, satisfied with the subtle glow left behind, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pausing just before you were going to lift it over your head. No. You’d stay dressed for now. Your boots came off, along with your socks, and you sat on the edge of the mattress and waited. Sure enough, after a little less than ten minutes, you heard the slow, heavy footfalls descending the stairs.
He must have needed another moment because there was a silent span of about fifteen seconds before the door slowly opened and Daryl entered, already gnawing on his thumbnail.
“Hi.” You beamed, crossing your legs and leaning back. The bowman nodded minutely, looking so adorably uncomfortable that you came close to calling the whole thing off. You did need to ensure this is what he wanted. If it wasn’t, you could live without it. You had him and he would always be enough.
When he closed the door and didn’t take another step, you rose to your feet and walked toward him, adding that extra sway to your hips. It was a pleasure in and of itself to watch him watching you. When you were close enough, you started by pushing the open vest off his shoulders, smiling when he dropped his hand from his mouth to let the garment fall from his arms to the floor.
“Daryl.” You purred his name, and his eyes found yours instantly. “I need you to answer some things for me, and I need you to use words.” You worked at the buttons of his shirt agonizingly slow. “Can you do that for me?” He nodded. You shook your head and tutted. “Words, Dixon.”
“Yeah.” He answered immediately in a quiet tone.
“Do you want me?” A button came free.
“Yeah.”
“Do you know that I want you?” Another.
“Yeah.”
“Will you let me be in control tonight?” Your fingers paused when he hesitated. “You don’t have to—”
“Yeah.” He may have hesitated but his answer sounded certain.
You smiled. “I’m going to give you a safe word. If at any time, you’re uncomfortable or you need or even just want me to stop, do you promise me you will say that word?” Another button opened. You had zero intention of going very far, but it would never hurt to establish rules when you wanted so badly to play with him. And he was letting you. You feared getting carried away in the heat of the moment, and his safety and comfort were the most important thing in the world to you.
Daryl inhaled sharply and nodded, following quickly with a mumbled “yeah.”
“And if at any time, you can’t speak and want me to stop, will you double tap somewhere on my body to let me know?”
“Yeah.”
“Good boy.” You felt his sharp inhale beneath your fingers while you finished with the buttons, opening the shirt but not removing it. You could see a few of his scars like this. Not wanting him to grow self-conscious, you stepped into him, tracing one with a gentle fingertip only to follow with your lips. “You’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” Daryl shook his head. “Daryl.”
“No.” He whispered.
“Well, you are.” You let your finger continue upward to stroke his jaw before abruptly turning away. “First thing’s first.” When you reached the bed, you turned back to him. “The safe word is chupacabra.” A flicker of annoyance was immediate in his eyes. “Say it.” Your tone remained no-nonsense.
“Safe word’s chupacabra.” He drawled, trying not to sneer.
“And what do you do if you need to stop and you can’t speak?”
“Tap on ya twice.” The archer replied almost immediately.
You cocked a brow at him. “Good. I need you to understand that I will never be upset or disappointed if you need things to stop. Ever.”
“Alright.”
You smiled at him fondly. “Good. Now, come over here and undress me.” There was that hesitation again as his eyes raked over your body, pausing at every curve just long enough to let you know he was appreciating what he saw. Finally, he stepped toward you. Once he had reached you, he again paused. You let him. He had touched every part of you before through your clothes. This was the first time he would see you bare.
After a few moments, he reached for the bottom of your shirt while you raised your arms above your head. The garment was pulled from you and tossed aside. Your bra wasn’t anything special. Something you had grabbed on a run a few months back; white and at least one cup size too small. You decided to do this part for him, unfastening the clasp at your back and removing the thing yourself. Daryl didn’t seem to mind, his gaze lingering on the newly exposed skin. Men and boobs, a tale as old as time.
“Shorts.” You stated simply, a smirk firmly plastered on your face when he snapped out his daze and met your eyes. There was a slight tremble to his hands as he reached for the button, his eyes narrowed. You watched him and he watched what he was doing. Button open, he dragged down the zipper, and his eyes flickered up to yours. You gave him a nod.
His thick fingers dipped inside the waistband at both hips, but just as he started to pull, you interjected. “Panties, too.” You heard the shaky inhale as he adjusted his hold to grip your underwear as well, lowering to one knee as he pulled both garments down your legs. They were quickly shed and kicked to the side and your hand found the top of his head when he made to stand. “I think I like you there.”
Daryl tilted back his head to see you, taking the hint and lowering his other leg so he was fully kneeled.
“Good boy.” You breathed, feeling a pulse between your legs. You had wanted to do a few other things with him before really jumping into the fun bits but your needy cunt simply would not be denied. The mattress dipped as you sat in front of him, spreading your legs in an obscene display just to gauge his reaction. The blush that crept across his cheeks should have been adorable but only served to stoke your arousal. “Come here, Daryl.” A few feet separated the two of you, so it was only natural for him to assume you wanted him to stand.
That isn’t what you wanted at all.
“I didn’t say get up.”
The archer paused halfway. The look he sent you had you wondering if this was where he would end this game. He’d say ‘fuck this’ and do things his way, pounding into you until you were red and sore and screaming his name through your release. The thought was appealing.
You arched a brow when he lowered back to his knees, a quiet curse on his lips. Would he do it? The minute he leaned forward to place one palm against the floor, you thought you might cum then and there. Daryl Dixon was crawling toward you because you told him to.
He stopped just short of your spread knees, one of your legs coming up to rest on his shoulder. He looked over at it but quickly turned back to you.
“Closer.” As soon as you could, you started digging your heel into his back, urging him onward until his warm breath was wafting over your core. You bit your lip, reminding yourself of the role you were playing. Your first instinct was to beg him to touch you. No, not tonight. He’d have his turn. The thought of Daryl taking charge sent another sharp pang of arousal straight to your center, your cunt clenching around nothing. The way his eyes left your face and focused on the wet mess between your legs confirmed that he had noticed. You had to reel this in if you wanted to continue. Clearing your throat, you placed your other leg across his other shoulder. “I can’t decide if I want to feel your mouth on me or those fingers inside of me.”
You tapped your chin, feigning deep thought. You had every intention of utilizing both of those delicious options. Dropping your hand, you rested back on your elbows. “Let’s see how good you are with your tongue first.” Daryl gave you a look that would have melted your panties clean off had you still been wearing them. Goddamn, he was handsome, even more so when he was showing some confidence.
Before your mask had a chance to slip, you felt his fingers spread you open but dare not venture between your lips. Blue orbs stayed on you when he leaned in and pressed his tongue flat against you, dragging it from opening to clit before pulling back to repeat it. The second drag ended with the tip swirling around your bundle of nerves. Sparks of pleasure jolted from where he touched you. You could feel it coursing through your veins like lightning, burrowing deep in your lower belly.
He paid special attention to your clit, taking his sweet time alternating between flicks and swirls of his tongue to gentle sucking to grazing his teeth over it with just enough pressure to make your head fall back and your fingers tangle in his hair. Then he moved down, lapping at your opening with the same attentiveness, the wet slurps and appreciative hums pulling the knot inside you tight. When he dipped his tongue inside, pumping in, out, in and then wiggling it against your inner walls, you were already close to orgasm, panting and pulling against his scalp helplessly.
He was moving back toward your clit and you knew if he made contact, you would spiral. Not a satisfaction you were ready to relinquish to him. “Stop!” You ordered breathlessly. He almost didn’t, the brat. His breath hit hard against the sensitive nub but he didn’t touch it. “I want your fingers inside me.” You kept your head back, staring at the ceiling. “Nowhere else.” Your climax had receded but it wouldn’t take much to call it back.
You never had a problem cumming from penetration only, but it took time and effort. It would give you a moment of reprieve to gather yourself and draw this out a little longer.
Or would it?
You were wet enough for his middle finger to easily slip inside, the feeling of your walls pulling him in further earning a drawn out moan from somewhere deep in your chest. You raised your head to look down the length of your body. Thank whatever deity that Daryl was watching his digit move in and out of you instead of meeting your eyes. He felt so fucking good.
Your legs pulled toward you, leaving your ankles balancing on his shoulders and your thighs opening further. You couldn’t fucking help it. “Another.” You demanded and he immediately obliged, drawing his finger nearly all the way out so that his index finger could join the onslaught. “Mmm, so good,” You praised. Your hips began to roll in time with the slow thrusts of his hand, the hot coil that was low in your belly getting tighter and tighter.
The sounds that filled the room were a testament to just how soaked you were, and they were only becoming more prominent. It was no longer about how long you could keep this up. Your body ached for release, your mind too clouded in a euphoric fog to care.
“Make me cum.” You looked down again and his eyes met yours as he lowered his head, drawing your clit into his mouth. He sucked the swollen bundle and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, his fingers curling each time they pushed inside of you and tapped that sweet, soft spot that had your toes beginning to curl.
“Yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop!” And he didn’t. He increased his efforts, humming around your clit. “I’m gonna cum!” You had no more than uttered the words when the coil inside you snapped and released wave after wave of intense pleasure; a wildfire of sensation burning through you while you cried out his name and pinned him against you with your thighs. Daryl didn’t let up, collecting all you offered as your cunt pulsed around his fingers.
“Shit,” you murmured, your body going limp. Fingers carded through the archer’s hair while he pulled free from within you. He directed the digits toward his lips. “Let me.” The command came out breathless and shaky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Daryl appeared almost sad that he was losing that last taste of you, but he did as he was told and leaned forward to press his fingertips to your bottom lip. You sucked both digits into your mouth, your eyes fluttering closed.
“Goddamn.”
Your eyes peeled open to find the bowman watching you intently, those blue pools brimming with desire. You smirked and made a show out of opening your mouth and letting your tongue sweep across his skin, gathering every drop of your nectar. The man looked as if he was going to jump your bones. He was trembling from restraint, among other things, you were quite sure. With a hum, you pulled your mouth away.
“Stand up.” The authoritative tone was back now that you were focused on a new goal. Daryl blinked, arousal replaced with irritation. His scowl deepened but once again, he obeyed. Rising up onto your elbows, you watched him stand, flexing his fingers at his sides. Using the ball of your foot, you pressed into his groin, against his obvious desire. The archer hissed through his teeth but he dared not move.
“Take off your clothes, Daryl.”
A smile crept across your face at how quickly he began following that command. His shirt was shrugged off in seconds and you couldn’t even be sure when his boots and socks had been removed, but you pressed your foot into him again when he reached for his belt. He stopped with a grunt.
“Slower.”
If looks could kill, you’d soon be a walker. His hair blew away from his eyes with each hard exhale through his nose. Once again, you wondered if this was where your fun would end. And once again, he surprised you and began to follow your instructions. Your foot fell away once he had worked the belt loose and popped open the button. Your eyes tracked the downfall of the zipper, only barely concealing your excitement.
His pants fell first and the regret of not demanding he remove those and his boxer- briefs simultaneously was immediate. Though his underwear left very little to the imagination in his current state. You met his eyes for a moment and raised a brow to urge him onward.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Dixon.” You teased. Moving up onto your knees at the edge of the mattress, you barely waited until the last garment was kicked aside before your hands were on him. You wanted this experience to be positive for him, and while you had so, so much planned for him tonight, taking a moment to just appreciate how stunning he was wouldn’t hurt. Your lips found the skin just above his clavicle, sucking gently.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” You whispered before dragging your tongue up the length of his neck to his jaw. “Sometimes, I can’t believe you’re real. And you’re mine.” Your hand wrapped around his cock just as your mouth pressed against his, allowing you to swallow the delicious whimper he offered at the new contact. You kept your grip loose, pumping him at a tortuously slow pace. His mouth fell open and gave you the opportunity to delve inside with your tongue, tangling it with his when he responded to the advance. His breath between the intricate dances of your mouths had begun to pick up, an excellent moment for you to pull away completely. Your cunt clenched in response to the whine he emitted. “Be a good boy and sit down for me.”
Daryl moved a little more slowly now, almost cautiously, watching you when you crawled up to the top of the bed to grab both of your pillows. Your feet met the floor just as he sat down. You circled around to stand in front of him, lifting your foot and wedging it between his knees. “Open up, pretty boy.” The archer snorted quietly as he complied. The pillows fell between his feet with a quiet sound, and then your knees dropped onto them. You wiggled a bit to get comfortable and looked up to find him watching with his head tilted and a dark brow arched. “What? I’m shorter than you.”
His mouth formed a silent “oh” and he nodded. The adorable moment almost had you forgetting your role, but you were able to rein in your adoration just before the giggle could bubble up. To bring things back into perspective for him, you raised your hand and whispered the tip of your finger along the vein winding up the underside of his cock. There was a choked off sound, his hands balling into fists on his thighs. You splayed open the fingers of the same hand across his chest and gave a gentle push.
“Lie back.”
There was a deep, steadying breath and then he did as you ordered. Your fingers laced through his on both hands and moved them to the mattress, out of your way but still within sight.
“These stay here.” You commanded without a single centimeter of room for argument. You felt him shifting and just knew he was nodding. “Words, baby boy.” You chose that exact moment to wrap your soft palm around the base of his dick.
“Yes.” He finally answered in a rush of breath. You weren’t certain if he was responding to your words or your touch but decided to forego clarification. He wasn’t going to last long, so you were ready to play with him through that first release. Then your needy cunt could finally get its fill of him.
“So good for me.” You purred. You pushed yourself away from sitting on your heels, bringing you just where you wanted to be. You released him quickly, rewarded instantly with him rising onto his elbows to see what was happening. The urge to reprimand was forced down. This was your first time with him and his first time allowing this. If he felt better watching, you’d let him.
For now.
Palm open, you dragged your tongue from wrist to fingertip, your lustful gaze never leaving his face. The way he watched you sent a surge of wetness dripping from your core. God, you couldn’t wait to fuck him. First thing was first, though. Your hand met his cock again, warm and wet and stroking from base to tip, a twist, and back down. He couldn’t watch you after all. You nearly laughed when he collapsed back onto the mattress with a groan.
Movement in your peripheral had you looking to find his hands returning to where you had placed them. He must have realized he had moved them when he sat up. As a reward, you pumped him a bit faster. When you saw his chest heaving but heard nothing more than the harsh breaths, you found yourself pouting before remembering the power you had.
“You’re so quiet, baby. Don’t you wanna let me know that it feels good?”
He didn’t respond at first, and you wondered briefly if pushing him would be the right thing when he was such a quiet person to begin with. He had taken a lot of shit from you already and this just might be the straw that broke the camel’s back. So, you just moved on with your delectable torture.
Your pace slowed significantly. There was no time for him to investigate, though. Your lips were immediately wrapping around his tip, sucking lightly and lapping at the opening to gather the sweet little drops of pre-cum. Oh, were you rewarded for that move.
His fists white-knuckled the sheets, a guttural moan working its way past his lips. It was the absolute sexiest sound you had ever heard in your life. You closed your own eyes in restraint, almost cumming on the spot. You had to keep moving. Sudden pauses might have him second guessing what he had just done and you most certainly did not want that. He needed to make that noise. Often.
Swirling your tongue around the tip, you pulled him back into the warm cavern of your mouth. This time, your hand slid down the length of him, followed by your lips. He pressed against the back of your throat and had you cursing your gag reflex when you couldn’t hold him there long. It didn’t matter to him, apparently. The simple move had his back arching and his cock twitching against your tongue as you dragged your way back up.
You bobbed your head several more times, delighted in the way he began to writhe and twist the sheets in his fists. You gave him no warning and pulled off with a wet ‘pop’. There was that whine again that had your nethers pulsing.
“Look at me.” You ordered with an authoritative edge to your tone. Daryl lifted his head, still panting through parted lips. “I want to try something. I hope it will make you feel good. But I need you to know that if it doesn’t, you can stop me. Remember what I said. I won’t be upset. Okay?”
He nodded but followed it with a breathless “okay.”
“Such a good boy.” You kissed the weeping tip of his cock, parting your lips to pull him back into your warm wetness. With your hand and mouth stroking him at a steady pace, you knew he was ready to fall apart within moments. His cock began to twitch every few heartbeats. His breathing was uneven and shallow. He was a complete mess and you couldn’t seem to get enough.
You used your other hand to cup his balls, not remaining there long. They were a marker so you could find just the right spot. Starting at the base of his scrotum, you applied gentle but firm pressure, dragging the pads of your middle and index finger back and forth to massage his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside. Every ‘ah, ah, ah’ he fed you in response to the new sensation was a sound straight to your pussy. He definitely liked what you were doing.
Once again, however, your greedy little cunt couldn’t be ignored, begging to be stretched and filled. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, your mouth squeezing him all the way up and off. Your tongue slithered out to break the string of saliva that stretched from your lips to the head of his dick. “Mmm, I think that’s enough of that, pretty boy.”
“Y/N.” He whined, keeping his hands right where you had placed them.
“You’ve been so good for me, baby. Move to the middle of the bed.” He complied in eager yet jerky movements, lust blown eyes on your every move as you followed him up. You stopped with your hot center hovering over his groin. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of me and you.” You lowered, grinding against and soaking his cock with your slick. “I want you inside of me. Would you like that?”
“Yeah.” Daryl reached for you but thought better of it and put his hands back on the mattress.
“Look at you. Wanting your hands on me so badly.” You moaned as the tip of him slid over your clit, providing the friction you so desperately craved. “But waiting for permission. Would you beg for it? To be inside me?”
His lips pressed into a thin line. Had you found the limit to how far you could push him? You drove your hips down harder, shifting back and forth, and he pressed his head into the pillow with a hiss.
“Beg me for it. Beg me because I want it just as badly as you do, but you have to be a good boy.” His heart thudded wildly beneath your palm as you caressed the muscular plane of his chest, his muscles twitching and contracting when you scraped your nails over his abdomen. “Beg and I’ll let you touch me.” You dipped toward him, letting your hard nipples touch his heated skin while your lips sucked at the hollow of his throat. “I want to feel you moving inside me, filling me up, Daryl. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Y-yeah.”
You sat up, going completely still. “Then beg.”
You watched as the defiance left his eyes, replaced by pure, unadulterated need. His fingers flexed in the disheveled sheets, his jaw clenching and ticking with how hard he ground his teeth. You smiled as desire beat out pride.
“Fuck, please, Y/N. Wanna touch ya. Wanna—wanna fuck ya. Need ya bad!” His expression morphed into something akin to desperation. “Please!”
“You can touch me.”
He didn’t wait, large hands grabbing your hips; spreading his fingers as he dragged calloused palms up your sides to cup your breasts. You couldn’t help the hitch in your breath when he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
“Wanna be inside ya.” He breathed, one hand traveling upward from the swell of your chest. For a moment, you thought he might wrap it around your throat. The thought of him choking you was delicious, sending a warm gush of arousal from your cunt to coat his groin. He groaned and pushed his hips up into you.
“No.” You breathed. “Be good for me and I’ll give you what you want.”
“M’good—let me fuck ya. Please, Y/N.”
You hummed, more than satisfied, bending forward to drag your tongue from his chin to his lips. He opened eagerly, his own dipping into your mouth to taste you with abandon. You reached between your bodies, keeping your mouths connected, and positioned him at your entrance.
“Let me take care of you, baby.” Every syllable was spoken against his mouth, your cunt stretching around him inch by inch, drawing him into your fluttering, wet walls while you swallowed his desperate groans and panting breaths. “Fuck. You feel so good.” You made sure to move slowly, inch by agonizing inch, taking several heartbeats before you had taken all of him.
“God, Y/N.”
“I know, baby.” You were so full, stretched nearly to the point of painful but longing to feel him moving within you. He wouldn’t last long, but you wouldn’t either. You lifted your hips, feeling the drag along your insides in such a way that you needed to bite back a cry. “Oh, god, Daryl.”
His hands settled in a bruising grip on your waist but he didn’t try to move you. You had promised to take care of him and he was letting you. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You began to ride him in earnest, bouncing above him with your head thrown back.
“Goddamn!” He keened through gritted teeth, his eyes screwed shut.
“So—so good.” You felt the heat twisting low in your belly, pooling toward your clit while he throbbed within you. “Touch me, Daryl. I wanna cum with you.” His hands squeezed your hips before he brought one of them to where he was splitting you open, sucking in a sharp breath when his fingertips brushed his cock slipping inside you. He barely had the coherence to drag through your slick up to your clit, but the moment the rough pad of his finger pressed against you, you saw stars.
“M’gonna,” he panted, “gonna cum.”
“Me too.” You leaned forward, shifting into a brutal grind against his pelvis. “Fuck, Daryl!” The logical part of your brain screamed for you to move off of him, that you couldn’t risk him cumming inside you but you were both too far gone.
Your vision whited out just as you heard him shout your name, his finger pressing against your clit harder than you were sure he meant to, but it was just what you needed: that perfect amount of pain to send you toppling over the edge with him. You barely registered the warmth flooding into you with each pulse of his cock. Or the way his hips jerked up while his hand squeezed your hip so tightly that his fingertips turned white.
When you could see, could breathe again, his arms were around you and holding you against him while he struggled to catch his breath.
“Oh my god.” You whispered against his collarbone. You were both covered in sweat, trembling. He was still inside you, drained and softening, when his arms fell away to the mattress. You sat up with a great deal of difficulty, your thighs burning from exertion and your cunt deliciously sore. You’d be feeling this for at least a day or two, and the thought was exhilarating.
You lifted your leg to move away, feeling the mixture of you and him begin to drip out of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Obviously, he didn’t either, his eyes tracking you until you curled into his side. Sated and tired, you smiled and reached up to brush the damp strands of hair off his forehead, watching his eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
“I’m gonna get something to clean us up, okay? And then we’re gonna drink some water. Then you can go to sleep.” When he didn’t answer, you turned his head to face you with a gentle touch against his jaw. “Are you okay?” Daryl took a deep breath, almost as if he had forgotten to breathe before it. “Use your words, baby.” You kept your tone soft, no longer playing a role. It was just you and Daryl now.
“Yeah, m’okay.” He gave you the smallest lopsided smile and you knew he was still floating in that space between reality and euphoria, absolutely fucked out. You couldn’t stifle your chuckle.
“Alright, just stay awake for just a few more minutes.” You patted his chest and then climbed out of bed to fetch a damp cloth. Daryl struggled but he managed to stay awake. He was silent as you worked, wiping away the mess on both your bodies. The sheets would need washed but that was not a problem you’d solve tonight. “Okay, baby, just drink some water for me and we can go to sleep.” If he had any objections to the pet name being used outside of sex, he didn’t voice them.
It took him a moment and a bit of struggling but he managed to rise up onto one arm, letting you tilt the water bottle to his lips for a few long swallows. Then he collapsed back onto the mattress. You drained the bottle and placed it on the bedside table, climbing out of bed one last time to fetch your pillows. The archer was out by the time you returned only a few short seconds later.
You grabbed the duvet and pulled it up over both your bodies before curling into his side, smiling when he unconsciously pulled you closer and pressed a sleepy kiss against your forehead. He was done for then, breathing deep and even, sound asleep.
You watched him until your own eyes could no longer stay open, a muttered “goodnight, pretty boy” before you fell asleep to the thoughts of next time, when he’d be in charge.
So we all know that I don’t think Daryl Dixon is a dominant person during sex. But once in a while he will be a little bit dom. so here are a few things that think about daryl when it comes to intimacy and or close situations like it….
Warnings: SMUT SMUT AND SMUT
DOM: Daryl Dixon is a man who will be able to make you cum in seconds. So when he’s in the mood, he will be ready to take control of the situation and make you mould like potty in his hands. Every once in a while he will be in control. He likes to be VERRY close and sweet.
Example: when he is in this mood, he will will either make you cum until you are melting into the ground or mattress. He doesn’t like to call you a ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, he will praise you and talk you through it. He will say things like
‘Such a good girl…my girl…my good girl…’
‘almost there baby, you can do it…I know you can.’
‘One more time, just one more time…cum round my cock one more time…your doing so good baby girl…cum again for me…’
He is sweet and not mean. He also doesn’t like to be called daddy, like it’s just clear that he doesn’t like it. However…he may have a mommy kink….we’ll get into that later…..
SUB: Daryl Dixon loves to be a bottom, he likes to surrender and be made to feel like he’s small. Even though he doesn’t admit it, he loves it. After a long day and he’s really tired, we wants to make you feel good and he wants you to make him forget about what happened outside the four walls of your bedroom. He loves to be marked on his chest and thighs, like hickeys. (HE HATES ALMOST ANY TYPE OF PAIN), he’ll beg you to make sure everyone knows not to come and try hit on him because he knows he’s yours. He is also verry vocal as in he whimpers, grunts, moans and even cry’s… sometimes he’ll even beg you to make him cum.
Example:
‘Please…please…let me…I’m a good boy, ima…ima…’
He’ll trail off and start to whimper as you lift off of his oh so sensitive and overstimulated cock because he wouldn’t use his big boy words.
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‘Ahhh…fuck….oh god….make me cum…h-hard….make me cum hard….i promise I’ll be on my…best behaviour…..’
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When he’s about to cum, a few dozen times you’ve heard him say…mommy….
‘Daryl almost there sweetie, you can cum in a second baby boy…’
You sigh as you chase your high, but he can’t take it anymore. Like a switch, he jerks his hips up forward and…
‘Mommy~’
He moans as he spills inside of you.
Afterwards he is very embarrassed but you assure him it’s okay and you won’t talk about anything he doesn’t want to.
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KINKS: what kinks does he have? Well my friends it’s quiet clear that Daryl has a teeny mommy kink. It’s VERRY rare but once in a while you will use it to your advantage, you’ll get him to say ‘I’m sorry mommy’ or ‘mommy please…’ when he begs or does something wrong. He also likes a tiny bit of ownership…he likes everyone to know that you are his, aka he doesn’t want anyone else touching you and vise versa. He wants everyone to know he wants no one else but you. PRAIS!!! he loves to praise you when he is in control but he also likes to be called things like ‘good boy’ or whatever. Daryl is always up to try something new as in positions or toys. But he never likes to use whips or anything that can hurt you or him. MABIE he would bite your earlobe or neck a little but nothing that will actually hurt you. He loves vibratiors on you, he likes to make you squirm and squirt. You like to make him squirm underneath you as you hold the tip of the bullet to his cock.
BELLOW THE BELT AMD BODY HAIR: so Daryl Dixon is big!!!. When he’s soft he is around 6-7 inches and when he’s hard he’s 8-9… he is un-cut and his tip is verry sensitive. he also likes to trim up every few months just to he looks neat but he doesn’t shave if that makes sense? he has hairy legs obi and a few hairs between his eyebrows but not berry noticeable. He doesn’t give a shit about how much you shave? He doesn’t care if you shave or not. He also reassures you about you being insecure about if your smelly or dirty.
SCARS: if you have self harm scars, he will kiss them for hours, if you have stretch marks he will kiss them for hours and so on… the first time he let you see his scars, you where in the shower and he started crying, so you kissed his back and chest and arms, also leaving a couple hickeys there to. But after a while, he got used to you being okay with them so he would also wear no shirt around the house if he was in the mood.
PUBLIC AFFECTION: Daryl doesn’t really show much affection in public but he will sometimes hold your hand or let you lean on his shoulder. If he’s going out on a long run, you will kiss him but other than that he doesn’t really show any affection. he doesn’t like sex in public either, he wants those times to feel special and safe.
FAVE POSITIONS: he loves cowgirl, missionary, and you even tried the Amazon position once but he didn’t like it. He loves anything that makes you two feel close and safe.
RANDOM: Daryl definitely loves you to sit on his face. He sometimes likes to just sit in-front of you and hold a vibratior to you while you tease him with a nother one.
(Very) random personal headcannons, how I view Daryl, your opinion may be different.
(mdni, nsfw, 18+)
So socially awkward (obviously)
Will let you use tweezers on his monobrow but only if you swear not to tell a single soul.
He likes to lay his head in your lap and have you gently trace his eyebrows with your finger tips, it makes him so sleepy.
Mostly enjoyed dad rock before the outbreak but would never admit to liking lady gaga.
He’s super uncomfortable with PDA, the most he’ll do in public is rub your shoulders or ruffle your hair. If you kiss him in front of others and they see, it actually kinda upsets him since he would’ve told you he doesn’t like it, he saves that part of himself for only you and only in private.
That being said, in your own home he can be sort of clingy but not in a needy way, more of a “I don’t want you out of my sight” way.
He’s more touchy and affectionate in private, hugs from behind, squeezing your hips.
He knows you well enough that if you sit between his legs on the floor whilst he’s on the couch it means you want your hair played with, and he will do it without you having to ask and won’t stop until you ask him to.
He gets grumpy about the fact that dog always chooses you over him for cuddles on the couch or in bed.
He doesn’t mind having his shirt off in front of you, it’s not his favourite thing but he appreciates that you make no big fuss about it considering you know the reasons why he hasn’t always been comfortable with doing that.
❤️🔥Contrary to popular belief, he’s not very dominant at all, he’s either vanilla and will take the lead sometimes but not in a very dominating way or he’s submissive, that’s it.
❤️🔥there have been a few times when the word “mommy” has slipped out when he’s super stimulated and kind of out of it.
❤️🔥he likes overstimulation.
He’s often the most submissive when he’s had a hard day or he’s tired, and this doesn’t have to mean in a sexual way, he’s just a very soft and gentle man with you and you only.
However, although he’s not a very sexual person in general, a man has his needs.
❤️🔥He wants to initiate things but he’s never really sure how and is afraid of making you feel like you have to do anything, sometimes he’ll get hard just by looking at you and he’ll try to cross his legs to hide it but will scoot closer to trace his fingers on your thigh, you understand that him doing that means he’s in the mood.
❤️🔥you’re really his first experience of having a partner so he’s learnt everything from you, your first time with him he got so worked up that you didn’t even manage to get him out of his pants before he accidentally finished but you don’t ever bring it up, you know he felt guilty but you assured him it was perfectly okay.
❤️🔥that doesn’t happen anymore but the man does tend to get sexually frustrated since the apocalypse doesn’t leave much time for self indulgence, sometimes he’ll come home from a run, straining in his jeans. These are the times when you can tell he’s eager because he gets all messy, hands roaming over your body and he’s so breathless, you tell him you’re gonna take care of him and you do.
❤️🔥sometimes Daryl will leave love bites on you, he tries to do it in places people won’t see but sometimes people do see and he tries to play it cool every time when people ask him if he put them there. “Put what where?” “Mind ya damn business” “s’just s bruise”.
One time you told him he was a dilf and he was DISTRAUGHT. “I’m a what?!” “Ain’t a dad, girl!” “The fuck is a daddy kink?”
And no he’s not into the whole daddy kink.
❤️🔥he prides himself on how good he is a using his mouth and fingers on you, he once got you off in just over a minute and he’s striving to bear his record. (HAHHAAH)
We all know he’s got daddy issues but his mommy issues are strong.
He likes how maternal you can sometimes be in the relationship, for example if he’s sick or hurt you tend to treat him like he’s younger without even meaning to, he pretends he doesn’t like it but you both know he does.
Daryl used to get panic attacks sometimes before the outbreak, more often when he was younger and in school but he’d sometimes get them randomly when out and about with Merle. Merle was hard minded but he knew how to calm Daryl down and make sure he was alright. Merle was a good brother.
The panic attacks came as a result from all the stress he got from his father and losing his mother as a child and pretty much just not having a stable life.
He rarely got them after the outbreak, in a way the new world was a blessing in disguise for Daryl as he became his own person.
But he’s still get them sometimes, usually there was no particular reason for them but stress and a build up of emotions that he holds in too much. You’ve come to learn that when these happen there’s no telling what he needs, sometimes he needs help calming down and other times he just needs to be left alone.
He doesn’t talk about his feeling with people but he knows that you much prefer to talk things through and you want to know how he’s doing so he tries to tell you when he’s not feeling good but he always waits until he can’t keep it in anymore.
This results in him crying in front of you which he hates but you’re so good at comforting him, he lets you hold him and he hide his face in your shoulder.
He’ll pretend nothing happened once he’s okay.
❤️🔥he likes his dick sucked. That’s it. He’s not too vocal during sex, maybe a few grunts but when you suck him off that’s when he whimpers and moans although he’s still quiet. He’s just a quiet guy.
❤️🔥his dick twitches when you tease him, you tease him under the table sometimes and it gets him all leaky in his pants and he has to hide the small damp spot when he stand up. He tries to grab your hand to stop you under the table and leans his head in his other hand to cover his mouth a bit to try to keep his breath steady.
❤️🔥teasing him under the table is a common occurrence, he loves it, the fact that people are around but can’t see and he has to keep quiet, one time you made him cum at dinner and his eyes got a bit glossy causing Rick to ask if he was okay, he just cleared his throat and grunted out a “yes”.
he talks very fondly of his brother Merle and his mother even if she wasn’t the best, he rarely talks about his father for obvious reasons.
Such a mommas boy.
He calls you “sweetheart” and “Darlin’”
He giggles around you instead of just scoffing.
Lmk if I should do more!! Idk if these are good or not but it’s how I see him❤️❤️
