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“Ugh, what the hell babe, why are you so cold.” Daryl complains once you get into the bed and cling onto him like a koala, putting your feet in between his thighs and your hands underneath his shirt, right on his tummy. As winter came, the prison became a sort of refrigerator, the cement walls containing all of the winter freezing air inside, making it colder inside than outside.
“Baby, warm me, it’s really cold…” you giggle, teasing him. Daryl always ran hot, he was like an oven even in the cold temperatures, so you always took advantage of it, stealing his warm sweaters and being very close to him at all times, in bed and outside.
“It’s you who’s wearing a tiny top and thong. If you’re so cold, dress warmer.” He teases you. You know he’s joking and loves it when you wear almost nothing to bed with him.
“I know you love it silly.” You say, kissing his lips.
“You know me so well. I can warm you up in other ways…” Daryl jokes, not really, tucking your face into his neck, feeling you inhale his motor oil and cigarette smell. Meanwhile he has your hair up in his nose, your smell intoxicating him. “You smell so good, I want you.” He says, pushing his hand down to your ass, moving it towards his dick, groaning when you start to rub your barely clothed cunt on his soft, starting to grow, bulge.
“Oh, why so soft huh?” You joke. “Can’t get it up, you old man?” You say giggling after feeling a sharp slap on your ass.
“I’ll show you how old I am.” He says, squeezing your ass hard and slamming his face into yours, tongues intertwining, interchanging saliva. He tastes like cigarettes and you love it. “You have to be quiet baby, can’t have others hear us.” He says into your mouth, knowing damn well everyone has already heard you fucking so many times that they moved you to the furthest and most isolated cell of the block. “Will you be quiet for me?”
“Mmhh...” You mumble an affirmative response into his mouth.
“Say it, baby.” He demands, separating himself from you, leaving an empty and cold space.
“Yes.” You say, whining from the loss of contact.
“That’s my girl.” He says, laying on his back. “Ride me baby, since you’re so cold, work for it.” He smirks, putting his hands behind his head, flexing those muscles you love so much.
You whine but get on top of him. He’s rock hard underneath you, making a mess in his boxers.
You push yourself down on his covered bulge, both of you moaning at the much needed contact, and start rocking back and forth.
“That’s it my girl, doing so well for daddy.” He says, shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, wetting them and then placing them on your ass to play with your thong string, pulling it to the side to reveal your asshole. His wet fingers find that little tight spot and press on it.
“Oh…” you whine. You quickly pull off him to see a wet patch on his grey boxers, not knowing if it’s his or your wetness on there, maybe both. You pull his boxers down and pull your panties to the side.
“Spit.” You demand Daryl, who obliges and spits into your open hand. You rub his spit on his cock and line yourself on him. Pushing down, your head and eyes roll back from pleasure. “Yes, so big.” You say, trying to bounce faster.
“You’re doing to well baby.” He says, helping you by holding onto your ass cheeks and pushing you up and down. Meanwhile, his fingers re-find that tight hole and start pushing in. “This ok?” He asks, pushing his finger deeper into you, you nod.
“Feels so good, daddy.” You say, drool falling onto his chest while you speak.
His finger goes all the way in, a second one following.
“Yes, yes…” you moan, going faster.
Daryl pulls your tank top down, revealing your tits, and buries his face in them, sucking one and then another while his other hand plays slightly with your clit and that’s when you come. The orgasm so hard your vision goes blank and you’re squirting.
“Such a good baby, you’re doing so well.” He praises you once you’ve come down from your high. As you look down, you see his lower part being covered in all types of bodily fluids. You instantly blush and hide in his neck. “Don’t you dare hide from me now, I’ve seen and touched all of you. That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. We should do this more often.” He says and you giggle.
“Now I’m all warmed up thanks to you.” You say and kiss him on the mouth.
Daryl x pregnant reader he’s obsessed with her knew curves and cannot keep his hands to himself lol
Okay, but like, you're so right. You're out here complaining because your pants won't button around your bump anymore? Daryl would damn near rip them in half in his excitement to get you out of them. This man sees one (1) singular stretch mark? He's pulling you away to the most private place he can find so he can get under your shirt to stare at it. You suddenly realize you have an ass like an old-style Cadillac? So has he. He's doing a very bad job at being normal about it. Pregnancy hormones making you horny? Fantastic. Because poor Daryl has been hard since he realized you put on an extra layer of fat when you got pregnant.
The rest of the group would literally start walking around with the same awareness that they had before y'all settled. Only now it has nothing to do with walkers. They're afraid they're going to happen upon Daryl feeling you up and panting all pathetic like because he literally cannot control himself. It would be a very long 9 months for all involved, honestly.
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Needy husband Daryl needs to sleep touching you at all times! If you move even an inch away from him he will pull you back into his arms and bury his face into your neck or hair.
Needy husband Daryl who always has his hands on you. His favourite places to place his hands are your thighs and your ass.
Needy husband Daryl who can’t help himself but stare at your ass and tits all the time. Once summer started, the prison had been so hot during all times of day and night, so your only dress code was shorts and a small tank top, with no bra. He loved staring at your tits bouncing up and down, nipples staring at him through the tank. Ass looking amazing in those tiny shorts that showed the top of your lacy panties when you bent down.
Needy husband Daryl who pulls you by the belt buckle of your jean shorts. You get hot when he does that.
Needy husband Daryl who stares at your ring finger wearing his ring. He feels possessive towards you.
Needy husband Daryl who has to fuck you before and after his runs. It’s his ritual. Even if he has little time before leaving, he still finds a few minutes for a quick fuck with you.
Needy husband Daryl who loves when you beg him to choke you with his big arms while fucking you from behind. He loves to feel you squeezing him hard, drooling all over his elbow. He knows you get the best orgasms ever from that position, so whenever he can, which is always, he will fuck you in that position.
Needy husband Daryl who begs you to let him eat you out while on a run alone. Imagine him being all needy from seeing you kill walkers, that he needs to beg to eat you out when you arrive to your scavenging destination.
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Can we get season 1 Daryl and Fem reader on a run who are CONSTANTLY arguing and fighting especially since she has a smart ass mouth and they have to hide out in like a grocery store or something because the car they took blew a tire and it’s pouring outside and they end up hooking up ⁉️😏
Keep quiet and cum
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader
⟡ Main Index | ⟡ Archive for Earth-1114
Classification and content warnings: rough standing sex, unprotected p-in-v, ass smacking, hair pulling, dirty talk/shit talking during sex, creampie while on birth control and squirting
Temporal setting: Season 1
Word count: 0.9k
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed overhead, casting a sterile, flickering glow over the aisles of stale chips and canned soup but the atmosphere between you and Daryl was anything but cold. It was caustic, the air was thick with the residue of a three-hour screaming match over a shredded tire and Daryl’s stubborn refusal to admit he’d botched the patch job. That frustration had curdled into a desperate, aggressive hunger and now, the only sound filling the store was the rhythmic, wet slap of skin hitting skin.
You were bent over the checkout counter, your palms pressed flat against the cold Formica, your pants and underwear pooled around your ankles. Daryl was behind you, chest heaving against your back as his calloused hands gripped your hips with bruising intensity. He was fucking you with a raw, punishing cadence, driving his thick cock deep into your pussy with every thrust, as if he were trying to drive himself right through you.
Even now, with your vision blurring and your breath hitching, you couldn’t shut your mouth.
"This...the only thing you're good at, Dixon?" you gasped, your voice strained and shaky. "Since you can't...oh fuck! fix a damn tire... you just...ah! fuck things dumb?"
The response was instantaneous. Daryl’s hand flew up, palm connecting with your right butt cheek in a loud, stinging smack that echoed through the empty store. The shock of the pain sent a jolt straight to your clit and you let out a loud pathetic moan, head tossing back.
"Watch yer damn mouth," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous growl near your ear.
He didn't slow down, if anything, the insult fueled him. He reached forward, winding his fingers deep into your hair and yanking your head back sharply. The sudden tension in your scalp forced your throat open, leaving you exposed as he hammered into you. You rolled your eyes back in sheer pleasure, the sensation of being dominated and filled to the brim making your brain feel like it was melting.
The friction was intense, a searing heat that built with every plunge. You could feel the walls of your pussy stretching, gripping him tight as the wet sounds of your lubrication splashed against his thighs. You were being fucked dumb, the cognitive part of your brain shutting down until there was nothing left but the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix and the stinging heat on your skin.
"You're so...goddamn desperate," you teased, a breathless laugh escaping you. "Mmm angh! Can't handle...a little criticism...so w-what? have to just...shove it in?"
Daryl groaned, a sound of pure animal frustration and accelerated. He began to jackhammer into you, his thrusts becoming short, fast and punishing. You were shaking, fingers clawing at the counter as the pleasure became too much, forcing a tidal wave to crash over you.
You felt your internal muscles seize, pulsing rhythmically around him as a forceful orgasm ripped through you. You screamed, the sound echoing off the linoleum floors, body shuddering under the weight of the climax but as the waves began to subside, Daryl didn't stop. He kept grinding into you, breath hot and ragged against your neck and cock still hard and insistent.
You panted, head hanging low and voice returning in a needy, blabbering whine. "Don’t fucking stop, ’m gonna cum again, fuckkkk agh! You wanna break me?" You shifted your hips, feeling the lingering sensitivity. "D-Daryl…If you actually...make me go again... I'll be quiet...all the fucking way back to the quarry. I swear."
Daryl tightened his grip on your waist until it hurt. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear with a gravelly, ruined whisper.
"That’s even if ya can still walk by then," he rasped.
The sheer arrogance of it, the promise of the wreckage he intended to leave you in, sent a fresh surge of arousal crashing through you. Your pussy clamped down on him in a sudden, involuntary spasm and the intensity triggered a violent reaction. You felt a hot, gushing release as you began squirting, the fluid spraying down and soaking your thighs as you wailed, body arching back into him.
Daryl let out a choked sound, his own control finally snapping. He let out a guttural groan, body stiffening as he drove himself in one last time, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go. You felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting inside you, filling you to the brim, pulsing against your walls in heavy waves.
He stayed there for a moment, panting, forehead pressed against your shoulder, before he slowly pulled out. The sound of him sliding out of your drenched pussy was wet and loud and as he stepped back, he delivered one final, sharp smack to your sore ass.
"Now keep yer damn word and shut yer mouth fer once," he commanded, voice returning to that stubborn, gruff tone.
You collapsed forward onto the counter, limbs trembling and quaking, breath coming in shallow sobs of exhaustion. You felt completely undone, mind now a blank slate of pleasure and fatigue. As you slowly pushed off the counter and straightened, you felt a warm, viscous stream of his cum leaking down your inner thigh, dripping onto your panties.
You leaned back against the nearest shelving, staring up at the ceiling, body still humming with it. You thought about the birth control pills you had tucked away, enough for the next six months.
You wondered, with a dazed half-smile, just how many times he could possibly cum inside you before those pills stopped working. Looking at him, still flushed and dominant, you suspected he was more than capable of testing the limit.
Summary: Daryl Dixon never imagined marriage would mean anything to him after the world ended. Then he found you.
The ring sat in Daryl’s pocket for six straight days.
Six.
Every morning he told himself he was being stupid. Every night he touched the small velvet box hidden inside his jacket and thought about you anyway.
It had happened during a supply run outside Alexandria. It was just like any other day. Just another abandoned house slowly being swallowed by time and nature. Broken windows, collapsed furniture, dust coating every surface.
Daryl had only entered because Aaron wanted canned food from the kitchen cupboards.
Instead, Daryl found the ring upstairs. A tiny velvet box hidden inside a bedside table drawer.
He almost ignored it completely, but then he opened it.
And there it was.
A simple ring with a small diamond that still caught the afternoon sunlight somehow despite years of dust and ruin. Daryl stared at it for a long moment. The old world felt strange sometimes. He found ghosts everywhere.
People who once loved each other enough to promise forever. Most days Daryl thought forever was a dangerous thing to believe in.
Then he thought about you.
About your sleepy smile every morning when he returned from runs. About the way you automatically reached for him. About sitting on the porch together after dark while you rested your head on his shoulder, fingers interwined. About how Alexandria finally felt like home because you were there. And suddenly the thought appeared so naturally it nearly stole the air from him.
Marry her.
Daryl immediately shut the box again.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered to himself.
Yet somehow the ring still ended up in his pocket. The problem was that once the idea existed in his mind, it refused to leave him alone.
By the second day, Carol noticed something was going on with him. Mostly because Daryl kept absentmindedly checking his pocket every five minutes.
“You’re acting weird,” Carol Peletier observed casually while chopping vegetables.
“Ain’t.”
“You nearly walked into a wall earlier.”
Daryl grunted and Carol narrowed her eyes.
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
“You’re going to ask her to marry you.”
He looked genuinely horrified.
“Keep your damn voice down!”
Carol gasped dramatically.
“You are!”
“Shut up.”
“You found a ring, didn’t you?”
Daryl stared at her silently, Carol placed a hand over her heart.
“This is the best day of my life.”
“It ain’t even like that.”
“You have carried around that expression for three days straight, Daryl. You look like a frightened raccoon.”
“A what?” He scowled deeply.
“You heard me.”
Carol spent the next several days being completely unbearable. Every time you walked into a room she smirked at Daryl like she knew a secret.
Which she did.
Daryl considered throwing himself off Alexandria’s walls at least twice.
Meanwhile you remained blissfully unaware, mostly because Daryl still acted normal around you.
Well.
Mostly normal.
You noticed the increased staring and the fact he kept opening his mouth like he wanted to say something before changing his mind. One evening while sitting together on the porch outside your house, you finally nudged his shoulder lightly.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothin’.”
“You’re terrible at lying.”
“Said I’m fine.”
You studied him carefully, he looked nervous, which almost never happened unless something truly mattered to him. You reached over and took his hand gently.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Daryl’s chest tightened painfully, that was exactly the problem, because he loved you so much it genuinely frightened him sometimes.
That night he barely slept, and by morning he had decided two things.
First, he was absolutely going to ask you.
Second, he might actually die from the anxiety beforehand.
The opportunity arrived unexpectedly later that afternoon, most of Alexandria gathered near the centre of the street helping repair fencing after a recent storm.
You stood nearby sorting tools while laughing at something Glenn said.
And Daryl suddenly thought, If I don’t ask now, I never will.
His heart hammered violently.
“Hey,” he muttered.
You looked over immediately, smiling the second you saw him.
There it is, Daryl thought helplessly.
That damn smile.
“You alright?”
“Yeah.”
He absolutely was not. Daryl rubbed his suddenly sweaty palms against his trousers before glancing around.
Too many people.
Nope.
Absolutely not.
“Can ya come with me a sec?”
You tilted your head curiously but followed him without question, Daryl led you behind one of the quieter houses near the edge of Alexandria where the noise from the others faded into the background.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, worried, you have never seen Daryl like this before. Daryl turned towards you. Then immediately forgot every single sentence he had prepared.
Brilliant.
“Daryl?”
He swallowed hard, his fingers fumbled nervously inside his jacket pocket before pulling out the small velvet box. Your eyes widened instantly.
“Oh.”
Daryl stared firmly at the ground, he was too afraid to look at you in the eyes.
“Found it on a run.”
You looked down at the ring before looking back at him, he was still staring at the ground.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
Daryl’s heart pounded so hard he genuinely thought he might throw up, finally he forced himself to continue but he still couldn’t look at you.
“Been carryin’ it around.”
“Why?”
Daryl finally looked up at you then, his blue eyes were full of something so open and vulnerable it made your chest ache.
“Cause I kept thinkin’ about you.”
Daryl rubbed a hand nervously over the back of his neck.
“Ain’t got some big speech planned or nothin’,” he admitted roughly. “Don’t really know how ta do this right.”
“You’re doing fine,” you whispered, he laughed a little under his breath.
“Nah. Prob’ly not.” Then his expression turned serious again. “But I know I wanna wake up next ta you every day I got left.”
Tears immediately filled your eyes Daryl stepped closer.
“Know the world’s all messed up now. Maybe rings don’t mean much anymore.”
“They do,” you whispered shakily as his thumb brushed nervously against the edge of the box.
“You make this place feel good.” His voice cracked slightly. “Make me feel good.”
Your heart completely melted.
“And I…” He exhaled shakily. “Hell.”
“Take your time.” You smiled, you could only imagine how difficult this was for him. He was never a man of many words. Daryl looked at you with so much love it nearly hurt.
“Will you be my wife?”
Silence.
Daryl’s entire body tensed immediately. Then you started crying, his eyes widened in panic.
“Oh God. Was that bad?”
“No!” You laughed through your tears instantly.
“You cryin’ seemed bad!”
You grabbed his jacket quickly before he could spiral further.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes!”
Relief hit his face so hard it almost looked painful, you were sure a huge weight fell off his shoulders just then.
“Oh thank Christ.”
You burst into laughter while he shakily slid the ring onto your finger. It fit surprisingly well.
“There,” Daryl muttered softly, staring down at your hand like he could not believe it. “Mine.”
Your entire chest warmed.
“Your wife,” you corrected gently.
Daryl looked absolutely wrecked emotionally by those words.
Then he kissed you, with overwhelmingly tenderness.
One hand cradled your face while the other settled firmly against your waist like he needed to keep you close.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you were smiling helplessly. Unfortunately, neither of you realised Carol had followed him.
“Oh my God!”
You jumped, Daryl groaned. Carol stood nearby looking ready to explode with excitement.
“I knew it! I knew it!”
“You were spying on us?!” Daryl snapped.
“Yes,” Carol replied easily. “And I regret nothing, that was so cute.”
Then she spotted the ring on your hand and immediately screamed loud enough to alert half of Alexandria. Within seconds, people started appearing around the corner.
Glenn looked delighted, Maggie gasped happily, Rick blinked once before grinning.
The entire street erupted into celebration, yet through all the noise, Daryl only looked at you. Still staring at the ring on your finger like he could barely believe this was real.
“You happy?” you whispered, Daryl looked back up immediately, then he cupped your face gently.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Got everythin’ I ever wanted.”
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Probably thought I forgot about this. Nope I’ve been slowly working on it. My brain has just been consumed by the stripper reader x Daryl fanfic I’m making which hopefully will be out soon!
Part 1, Daryl’s POV
Smut ♥︎ MDNI 18+
TW: dry humping, masterbation. P in v smut, riding, praise.
🦷“Here put him in my room!” Your offer is automatic. Hershel shoots you a look but you ignore it as you slip by rushing up the stairs showing Rick to your room.
🦷Daryl, covered in dirt and bleeding from all parts of his body looks out of place in the soft colors, fluffy fabrics, and general coziness of your bedroom.
🦷You tend to Daryl every day. At first under the watchful eye of Hershel but eventually by yourself. Sit with him longer than most people. Watching with wide curious eyes because for the first time he isn’t filthy and he actually looks peaceful.
🦷Daryl who gets his wish. Waking up to your pretty face and soft touches. For a second he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. He stares at you like a newborn blinking stupidly. He watches as you continue to peel the bandage off of his side too engrossed with your task to notice that he’s conscious.
🦷 “How’d you die?” His voice is raspy from not using it, his head feels like cotton, Every part of his fucking body and head hurt like hell and yet all he can focus on is you.
🦷You freeze eyes snapping up, your breathing hitched and for a second there’s silence before you’re standing up moving faster than lightning towards your bedroom door screaming down the stairs. “DADDY COME QUICK! MAGGIE GET RICK! DARYL’S AWAKE!”
🦷You come running back to him the biggest smile on your face. Tears of joy pricking the corners of your eyes as you sink to your knees leaning against the bed. Your hand reaches out to tenderly touch his shoulder.
🦷Then he realizes he’s shirtless he immediately bristles. Shame, embarrassment, and fear fill him. Have you seen his back? He doesn’t want you to touch the raised skin. Doesn’t want to see the shocked look that turns into a sad sort of pity.
🦷 So he reacts. Reflexively pushing your hand away. “Stop fussin’ over me like a fuckin’ child.” The words are unnecessarily cruel and hit you deep. It’s ment to hurt. Ment to put you back at arms length where you’re safe. Safe from him.
🦷Daryl who watches your expression falter your hand freeze before you pull away. Before he gets the chance to explain the door bursts open and Rick, Glenn, Hershel, and Andrea all come in and you slip away.
🦷He doesn’t see you the rest of the day. Nor the next day. But he can’t escape you. He’s in your room after all. Whether he wants to or not he gets to know you.
🦷Gets to know you by the art of your walls, the trinkets on the shelves, the titles of the shitty romance books on your bedside table. At night he swears he can smell your shampoo on the pillow, hear your voice through the wind chimes, feel your skin against the cotton sheets.
🦷When you finally show up it’s with dinner. A bowl of soup and some bread. You move quickly, quietly, eyes downcast as you set down the tray. Turning to leave without so much as a glance or a word. The ache in his chest is unbearable. He can’t let you get away.
🦷Daryl who catches your wrist when you turn to leave. “Stay?” If you hadn’t held your breath you weren’t sure if you would’ve heard the plea. You swallow hard and nod.
🦷Daryl who finally works up the courage to kiss you. Soft, gentle, his hand carefully cradling the back of your head. His fingers tangle in your hair when you take control and deepen the kiss.
🦷 The kiss is anything but clean. Teeth and tongue. Whimpers and whines. Breathy moans between pants. When both finally come up for air you’re still connected by a string of saliva. Your lips are swollen bitten pink. He chews on his bottom lip nervously.
🦷 “shut the door.” You don’t have to be told twice. You nearly lose your footing as you scramble towards the door. Lifting the handle and moving it slowly in just the way that you know it won’t squeak.
🦷 “But your wounds!” You protest as one hand wraps around your wrist and the other grips your waist. You squeal as he hauls you into the bed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah wounds heal ‘n shit.” He grumbled as he hauls you up onto the bed. “Ain’t you ever heard of sexual healin’?”
🦷You hadn’t but Daryl was more than willing to teach you. His hands heavy on your waist as he helps you perch on top of him. Gently he pulls your hips forward before dragging them back. Guiding you into a clumsy rhythm.
🦷Your face flushes as you feel him harden under you. A needy whimper falling from your lips as you look down at him. Met with half lidded eyes and red tipped ears. You roll your hips experimentally. Rewarded by feeling his fingers press harder into your hips as he tries to restrain himself.
🦷Within minutes your panties are a sticky mess, Daryl is damn near whining underneath you his hips bucking up to meet the frantic little thrusts of your hips. You stead yourself on his chest desperate for more and Daryl is all too eager to comply.
🦷Both of you are out of clothes in a heart beat. Daryl’s hands trailing up your body. Quick possessive movements that cause goosebumps to rise to your skin. You sit perched slightly below his pelvis your mouth going dry when you see his cock.
🦷He can’t help but smirk watching your face flush. “Ya can touch it ya know.” He teases gently his hand wrapping around yours as he guides your trembling hand towards him.
🦷The moment he feels your fingers shyly wrap around his cock his brain short circuits. His cock twitches and you involuntarily tighten your grip. He can’t help but thrust upwards fucking into your hand.
🦷You who’s sat frozen watching mesmerized until you’re pulled back to the present by the pressure of his hand wrapping around yours. It’s a silent plea but you understand.
🦷You let Daryl teach you how to touch him. The rhythm, the slight twist of the wrist when you reach the tip, the way each stroke made his cock jump. A pearly bead of precum oozing out.
🦷The second Daryl trails his hand over your thighs. His fingers dipping down between your folds feeling how wet and warm you are he can’t help but push a finger in. The little gasp you give is so sweet.
🦷He knows he’s teasing you. With every swipe, every push, every curl of his finger your hand on his cock falters. When he slips a second finger in you abandon the rhythm all together chasing your own pleasure.
🦷Neither of you can take it anymore evident by Daryl’s red leaking cock and the sticky white fluids that cling to Daryl’s fingers, webbing as he pulls them apart. He greedily shoving the fingers in his mouth sucking them clean watching with hooded eyes how you stiffen.
🦷It was agonizing for both of you. A slow descent into madness as you lowered yourself inch by inch. The walls of your pussy fluttering as you adjusted to his size. “Just like that pretty. Fuck feel so good.” He’s panting trying his best to stay still but you make it so hard. His knuckles are white from how tight he’s holding onto you. Your palms press flat against the center of his chest as you try to steady yourself.
🦷When your pussy finally takes all of him you’re a mess. Your cheeks are red, mouth open as you try to catch your breath, your thighs are already trembling on either side of him from how full you feel. It’s too much and not enough all at once. “Fuck, you’re tight. Ya need to relax pretty.”
🦷Daryl who experimentally rolls his hips. His eyes never leaving your face watching as your face scrunches trying to adjust. Finally you start to relax your own body matching the tentative thrusts. You look so beautiful like this on top of him.
🦷 “M-more. Please more.” You moan out not entirely sure what you’re asking for but Daryl understands and he picks up the pace. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix as his hands pull you down to meet him. It’s heavenly and for once Daryl lets himself get lost in something he wants. Something he needs.
🦷Your pussy drools all over him with each bounce. His gaze trailing from your parted lips that he wants to push his fingers past. To the way your nipples are pebbled so perfectly he wants to sit up and suck one, abuse the flesh between his teeth just to see what sounds you make. Finally his gaze lands on where you two are connected.
🦷Slick and fluids a ring of creamy white forming around the base of his cock nearly causing him to cum. He picks up the pace sweat starting to form on his chest, his arms, down his neck as he moves you up and down along his length.
🦷 The way your pussy clenches around him. Wet, velvet walls that suck his cock right back. He’s fucking you deeply reaching places your fingers have never felt. The way you’re looking down at him face flushed, chest heaving, a deep rooted need on your face and Daryl is nothing if not a provider.
🦷 “I’ve got ya.” His voice is wrecked as he tries to reassure you. One of his hands finally releases your hip moving down over your tummy. His thumb pressing hard against your clit as he rubs little circles watching as your whole body reacts. Fighting off the inevitable.
🦷You fall first. A wail of pleasure passing through your lips as your head falls back. Your hips stutter but Daryl is there to catch you. Fucking you through your orgasm. One hand clamped on your waist the other has the rough pad of this thumb still working frantically over your clit. He feels you gush over him, his lap becoming wet with your release and that’s all it takes before the muscles low in his abdomen coil and snap.
🦷You both fall asleep entangled in the sheets. A mess of limbs curling around each other as Daryl keeps your face tucked against his chest. The moon moves across the sky and the birds slowly start to sing as the sun climbs in the sky. Neither of you hear the floor boards groan from down the hall. Neither of you stir when your door squeaks as it’s opened. Neither of you see the shocked expression of Maggie eyes widen, body tense, jaw dropped as she stares at you.
🦷What’s worse is neither of you see Hershel behind Maggie. His face flat, brows furrowed, his expression unreadable. A few seconds pass before he turns with swift steps leaving Maggie to quietly shut the door and deal with the fall out. A desperate attempt to give the two of you a few more moments of peace before all hell brakes loose.
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