✿✧𝙀𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙢✧✿

Staring at screens is something that Reiner has gotten used to. Drinking the same old Keurig coffee that rests in the office lounge. A boss who has no idea what a work-life balance is. The repetitive nature of a 9-to-5 is something most people would find comfort in-stability. However, a few years after college, this cycle of filling out forms, meaningless office parties, sending out emails, and receiving passive-aggressive emails from coworkers that definitely don't get paid enough to care as much as they do. After a long day, most people would come home to unwind. Having a cup of tea, taking a shower, and putting on comfy clothes. But Reiner enjoys watching different Camgirls squirt in front of the camera for him.

The many squelching sounds from the fleshlight running up and down his cock. Watching a live feed of a girl with her head cut out of the camera. Her legs spread with a dildo pounding into her entrance. The moans of the woman make Reiner's cock leak. He imagines himself causing the whines. Throwing his head back in pleasure as he picks up the pace. Lube leaking from the inside of the toy, because he has the tightness on the highest setting.

"Yeah-ffuck baby, just like that." His veins pulsing to match his thrusts.

Her body begins to seize uncontrollably, and her fluid drowns the camera. Water droplets run down the lens. The fleshlight covered in precum as Reiner lets out a few more sloppy thrusts into the machine. The distorted view of her rubbing her pussy makes him watch in awe.

"Look at the mess I made for you~." She purrs into the microphone.

He lets out a few more deep grunts and breathy moans-unable to form words. His tip roughly repeatedly hitting the ceiling of the toy. His own free hand wraps around his neck as he approaches orgasm.

"awe..fuck,"

Lying in his bed with his own arousal pooling at the base of his cock. His eyes glossed over, staring into the screen. Heart finally returning to a normal rhythm. Reiner's face flushed a pretty pink-with the smell of a mild musk in the air. And though he's already gotten his fill, he can't help but continue to watch the stream. Her lavish breasts rest on her stomach, a chubby clit saturated in clear arousal.

"You're killing me," He spoke in a hoarse undertone.

In a low grunt, he picks himself off the bed and into the restroom. Washes himself off and cleans himself up. He changes into red plaid pajama pants. Palming himself as he thinks about how he'd pin your legs to your chest to fully expose yourself to him. Pushing his cock deeper inside you, feeling you contract around his firm and stiff erection. Reiner's hand wraps itself around his cock. Just the thought of you gets him hard. Gifting his cock with a few more soft, gentle strokes. His limbs weighing down the rest of his body, as his hand slowly jerks him.

Can’t handle being teased ⚘.

Waking up before him. Watching his chest rise and fall slowly. You can’t help but take your hand and gently rub his clothed dick. Seeing how quickly his body reacts to your touch only makes you go further. 

He’s such a crybaby ⚘.

Swirling around the bulbous tip as he leaks his clear slippery arousal. He’ll try to hide it at first with low grunts and moans, but soon it’ll develop into sweet whimpers as his body takes over his mind.

He just can’t help himself ⚘.

Laying ontop of you, his mouth cupping your breast. Using the flat of his tongue to cover more area. Suctioning gently while slowly building the intensity. All the while grinding his hips into the mattress. Knowing you told him he can’t touch himself-just not yet. 

Theres no place warmer than you ⚘.

Using the flat part of his tongue for warm, soft licks right on the vulva. Circling the hood with subtle pressure. His moans create stimulating vibrations that only add to the wave of pleasure. All this to prepare you for when his tongue makes it’s way into your pudgy walls. Never forgetting to remind you how good you taste to him.

Using him for your own pleasure ⚘.

“There you g-go baby, use that dick just l-like that.” He whispers as you ride him slowly. He’s already came inside you multiple times-now he’s just your personal dildo. A pool of arousoal sitting at the base of his dick. And you won’t stop until you just don’t stop until you get your fill.

Missionary ⚘.

Scavenging with Rick and Daryl has been exhausting, to say the least. You’ve been out for days, and still don’t have the supplies you came for. The blistering heat is constantly sending beads of sweat across your body. Sleep deprived from having to always be alert for trouble, and dangerously horny. 

When Daryl dispatches a walker, there’s an undeniable allure as his muscles ripple and flex with power, each movement evidence of his strength. Then Rick, wiping the sweat from his brow, revealing those striking blue eyes that seem to captivate the very essence of desire. You needed something to keep your mind off the fact that death was lurking around every corner. And they provided much for the imagination. After a few nights on the road, you finally come across an abandoned house that doesn’t look like it's going to collapse at the first sign of movement. You decide to settle there for a few days until you have enough energy to get back on the road. You all go to different rooms to clear the building, making sure nothing is lurking inside. To your surprise, it looks pretty clean, and you finally find a place to settle. Relaxing on a bed of blankets, you begin to shed your heavy protective clothes for a bit of comfort. 

Now lying in your shorts with a tank top that leaves little to the imagination. The loose fabric of your clothes falls over the dips of your curves, allowing you to breathe. You decide to step out and see what the guys are doing. Daryl is manspreading on the couch, while Rick is looking out the window. Both seem to be in deep thought, so you walk out intending to soften the atmosphere. But when they see you, the mood thickens with palpable tension, a raw energy that ignites a primal desire in the air. Daryl lazily palms himself, trying to hide his growing erection. Rick steals a siren glance. His eyes follow your clothes, stopping where your shorts abruptly stop covering your ass. It’s as if someone sucked all the air out of the room, filling the space with a charged electricity that tingles on your skin.

Now here you are. Spread across Rick’s lap, his cock is stuffing you full. Daryl toying with your clit as Rick moves you up and down. Pulling the hood back and leaving sloppy kisses all over you. The thick length of Rick is too much to bear, taking his time. Each thrust is slow and precise, dragging heavily against your walls.

“Oh, I love that sound you make,” Rick whispers in your ear. His southern draw drives vibrations down your body. His fingers wrap around your nipples. Pulling and squeezing until you throw your head back. All your muscles begin moving in sync. The scent of all the sweat in the room fills your lungs with exhilaration. Ignting a fire that had long been simmering just beneath the surface. 

“You're so sensitive.” Daryl gets up, aligning his cock to your entrance. Pushing himself against Rick, stretching you out to a cruel extent. Your body jerks in response. Having both men inside you, your cunt wrapped around them as if it were trying to suffocate them. All you can do is whine. Simultaneously kissing your cervix. Feeling intense pulsations, sensations moving outward and inward. You knew that they started releasing inside of you. A wave of warmth and throbbing, your cunt overflowing with cock and cum.

“Can you feel how much we want you?” Daryl teases. You were at your limit. Sexual appetite was at its peak. Your fluids release over the two men. You begin to contract at an inhumane pace, as your body arches into the feeling. Everything is slippery. Your abdomen gives out, allowing the feeling to engulf you. Neither man has pulled out just yet. Instead, they stay there, keeping the fluids plugged inside of you. Warming you as your muscles relax. 

The room is cold. Silver stars peek through the curtains. Relaxing on the couch with Daryl. His hand resting on your thighs. Gently caressing your skin back and forth. Your eyes glued to the screen, but his eyes never left your body. He can feel his heartbeat through his chest while you're across from him not even batting an eye. Adjusting himself in his pants to hide the erection rapidly rising in his pants.

His hand slowly gets closer to your inner thigh. You’ve stopped watching the movie, yet your eyes remain on the screen. Caught up in your mind wondering if this is actually happening. The tension in the air is suffocating. Your blood begins rushing throughout your body, as your surface temperature begins to rise.

“Are you okay?” You said hurriedly. You lock eyes with each other trying to read his response before he could get a word out. 

“Yeah, yeah sorry your skin is so soft.” Daryl breathes. His voice low and rough. 

“Can I kiss you?” His body physically tenses up. Daryl’s jaw clenched like the question caused him pain. 

You tried to answer but words couldn’t escape your mouth. Your eyes fall to his lap, not on purpose but you catch a glance at his erection. You look back up at him. His eyes glanced away from yours. Believing your silence was an answer. Sitting up, grabbing his face, crashing your lips together. His lips were soft. The way his tongue danced in my mouth was intoxicating. The mix of sweat and saliva was aromatic. His hands running over your body. Without breaking the kiss, he guides you onto your back. 

“You taste so good.” Daryl pulled away, and you watched as his eyes trailed your body. You’re both trying to catch your breath. So exhilarating and scary at the same time. Without hesitation you reach to unbuckle his pants. He watches as you quickly snatch the belt off revealing his boxers, but before you could take them off he grabs your hand.

“I wanna see you too.” His voice focused. Daryl pulled your shorts down. He began teasing your clit through your panties. A pool of slick soaking the cotton. Your breath staggered, eyes fixed on him. Begins to slowly peel your panties off. Studying your body, admiring the mess he made of you simply from his touch. Once he fully pulls himself out, Daryl teases your entrance. Rubbing slow circles, coating his cock in your juices before plunging himself into you. Watching the length of his cock disappear inside you. The entirety of him is now inside you. Lying there-warming him as he tries to gather all his strength to pull back out. 

“Daryl-please..” You whine. Pleading for some friction, feeling yourself clench around him. Your clit has its own heartbeat now. His hands grab your waist as he pulls himself out slowly. A moan escapes his lips, and your body tics in response to his weight escaping yours. 

The quietness of the stone building woke you. Walking out of your new bedroom for the time, the cold floor on your bare feet shocks your nerves. Making your way to the bathroom- trying to be as quiet as possible. The cold, dark hallway triggers your brain to perceive horrors that don’t exist. Now you're speed walking, running away from an enemy that isn’t here. When you make it to the bathroom, you see him. Daryl. His pants wrapped around his ankles because he figured he’d be alone. You turn around on instinct while covering your eyes. Your head falls to the floor, which becomes increasingly interesting during this interaction. 

“Shit.” You utter quietly. Fighting back the smile running across your face. It’s embarrassing seeing your crush like this. 

“What are you, a virgin? Relax, I’m done.” Daryl scoffed at your reaction. 

Once he finished, he cleaned himself up and left. Finally, being alone and free from any awkwardness, you begin to do what you need and head back—lying in bed wide awake, unable to shake what happened. Seeing him naked taints your thoughts- your mind wanders, placing his body in other positions. Putting words in his mouth, controlling what he does with his hands. All the while losing control over your own body. Your legs press together desperately trying to keep this feeling in. Back slightly arched into the air, as your core begins to warm. Through all this, you hardly get any sleep. 

Relief washes over you the next morning- the night is over. You can move on and pretend you didn’t see your crush with his cock in his hands, alone, in the dark, sleep possesses his face. Now back at square one. I mean, you always found him attractive before, but this made it so much more real. Or am I crazy? You get up and get to work, cleaning, trying to make less of a prison and more of a home. Getting to know the new survivors. And making small conversations with your family. 

Maybe you are crazy because all day you feel like he’s been watching you. Every time you turn to look at him, he’s already looking back at you. Part of you can feel his eyes tracing your body, like an anatomy study. A piece of artwork posed at a museum. The sky turns orange while you head back inside. You usually enjoy watching the full sunset; however, today, you just needed the extra rest before another day of hard work. When you walk in, you realise it’s only you and Daryl in the cellblock. You walk past like you didn’t see him. You can’t bear to look at him after all the perverted scenes you created last night. Sitting down at your makeshift desk, you begin to write about your day. How you felt-these pieces of paper were the only things you could vent to. You can hear his footsteps approaching your cell. Your chest begins to burn, and your mind starts to wander. It wasn’t until you heard a-

“Hey! You listin?”

You jolt in your seat, fixing your body towards him.

“Yeah-sorry what were you saying?” You blurted. Trying to completely forget what just happened.

“I was wondering if you wanted some company.” A sly smile ran across his face. 

You smiled back- trying to hide the fact that your body temperature shot up to a thousand degrees. Every move you make feels unnatural, you just wanna disappear. 

“Sure.” The words softly escaped your lips. You almost didn’t want to say it. You wanted to tell him how you really felt. How you felt for long-but you didn’t want to put him in that position or scare him off. Daryl sets himself on your bed. Kicking his shoes off, lying on his side, his weight sinking into the mattress. 

“C’mere.” His voice was low and focused. You tried to act as nonchalant as possible-desperately trying to brush off the fact that your panties grow slick between your thighs.

You lie down next to him. His arm wraps around your stomach. You know he can feel your heart beating out of your chest. Daryl takes a deep breath before planting kisses on the back of your neck. All you can do is breath shakily, hopelessly trying to not make a sound. His hand travels up your chest and under your shirt, groping your breast. He continues to devour your neck-planting bruises for tomorrow. 

“You smell so good.” He breaths. At this point anything he does makes your body vibrate. His hips rocking against your back, his body begging for your friction. 

“Daryl.” His name, the only words that left your lips. The rest were just breathy moans. You were too nervous to be the one to say it-but you wanted him to touch you so bad. More than anything at the moment, like your life depends on his touch. 

“Can I touch you.” The words finally left his lips. A plea for your body, and you quickly accepted. Your pants came off- and the only thing separating him and your cunt was your panties. His calloused fingers brushed against your clit, sending shocks across your body.  Your first instinct is to clench your thighs together-but you kept them open for him. Giving him full access to your body. A shriek escaped your lips, so he kept his free hand covering your mouth.

“Can’t have you scaring the others.” He said all in one breath. 

Soon his fingers made their way down to your entrance. Pushing you cunt open for the first time. Tears pour out of your eyes. The pain mixed with the pleasure was overstimulating. That didn’t stop him, why would it? You insides were squeezing his fingers. You forgot how to breathe. All you could focus on is his body inside yours. How warm he is, his voice was music to your ears, and his body was heaven. The blanket beneath the two of you was now covered in your juices.

“Fuck, You’re so wet for me.” He whined. You could feel how hard he was, you thought his cock would tear through his jeans. You couldn’t take it anymore.

When Daryl found out you were a virgin he couldn’t get the thought of being the first one to stretch your perfect pussy open.

When he’s alone, he’ll reach down his pants and stroke himself, wondering if you ever played with yourself. His cock twitches at the thought of you moaning out his name. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking this way about you, but he can’t help himself. 

Whenever you bend down to pick something up or accidentally bump into him, it sets a flame inside him. All he can wonder is if you're as warm as he imagines. 

You call it an early night and go into your house in Alexandria. Daryl's eyes follow you as you shut the front door behind you. Thinking to himself that this might be his chance to have alone time with you, he follows you shortly after. He finds you with your legs spread across the bed, desperately trying to finger yourself with little success. His cock stretches against the fabric of his pants-watching your hips rock into your hands. 

When he finally gets you alone, it's so obvious you're nervous. Unable to hold eye contact with the man who's holding your thighs apart. Daryl whispers, “Relax, it’s gonna feel good, promise.” 

A loud whine escapes your lips as you feel him push his cock inside you, your skin making room for him for the first time. Taking all of him in, your body twitches with all types of new feelings. Tears are pooling in your eyes from the pain, yet you want him to keep going.

Once he gets a taste of you, his self-control goes out the window. He locks you into a mean mating press, holding your arms down as he pounds into your tight pussy. His eyes lock with yours, dire grunts and curses leaving his lips like he was being deprived of you-and he’s finally getting his fix.

When he’s close he makes you sit up and shoves his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Fucking your skull until he unloads himself. Leaving you with no choice but to swallow.

Before he goes down on you, he vowed, “Let’s find out what you like together.” Before his tongue violently attacks your clit. Your hips buckle towards him-while your chest arches towards the ceiling. Blurting out sharp moans, your mind in protest-but your body longs for this feeling. 

When he comes back up for air, your juices dripping down his face. Daryl’s lips crash into yours-forcing you to taste yourself. His hands tangled in your hair, your skin flushed. His tongue danced with yours as your hands dug into his back. 

Reiner is completely pathetic for you—a whimpering mess, begging for just a taste. 

You know how long he could hold out for you, and you like to drive him there every time. Slowly grinding your pussy against his cock. Your juices dripping down on him and his chest. His veins pulsing every time you drag yourself back up against him. You told him he can’t touch you just yet. His hands ripping into the covers beside him, fighting back the urge to drive your hips deeper and faster. Instead, he waits patiently, crying your name for more friction.

Reiner with morning wood. He would pathetically grind into you. Failing miserably to be quiet so he doesn’t wake you. It's because you look so beautiful in your sleep to him. His arm sneaks around your waist, hands finding their way to your clit. Of course, you’ve already been awake because he’s been whimpering in your ear the entire time. Panties soaked, ready to give him a warm place to stay. His fingers sloppily knead against your clit. Your hips naturally react against his friction. 

Reiner would want to watch you masturbate. Listening to you moaning his name while he strokes himself to your pace. You don’t know why he would just want to watch, but you don’t complain either. He tells you how beautiful you look fucking yourself for him. 

When he gets close-he gets sloppy. He stops forming words altogether, just desperate whimpers and moans. Pounding into you like it's his last day on earth. You’ve already came multiple times, tears pooling in your eyes from the intense pleasure. You can feel him twitch inside you. Puddles of drool leaving his mouth as he praises God for letting him cum inside you. 

Reiner gets protective when other guys are being just a little too nice to you. When out in public, he’ll wrap his arm around you, his hand resting on your lower belly. Reminding you of how your body reacts to his touch. How wet you get for him, when you’re the one making him beg for it. 

Late-night cockwarming. ꨄ︎

The way this man becomes absolutely feral for you when you make him wait. Riding him until he’s close, and then abruptly stopping. The way he whines for you to move against him. Throwing his head back against the pillow, his pupils dilated-hyperfocused on your pussy clenching against him. When you finally allow him to cum, its surge of pleasure and exhilaration.

Instead of shower sex, he likes to do it in the bath. Lights off-candles lit. The candlelight illuminates your body as he softly thrusts into you. Your mouths are interlocked. Your hands are roaming each other's skin. Sweet moans escaping your lips. An intimate exchange between the two of you. 

On days you feel especially needy for him. You approach him unsuspectingly in nothing but your panties. Doing everyday tasks practically naked, knowing you’ve got his attention. He’ll try not to give you the attention you want at first, but he’s only a man. Coming up behind you, his hands exploring your body. Your body melts into him, completely giving into him at the slightest touch.  

Having a newborn baby is as hard as they say, actually even harder. Having to be constantly fully involved in the well-being of another human. The frequent diaper changes, late-night feedings, and the fear that anything will kill this delicate baby. You haven’t felt like yourself in months. Too tired to function like the person you once were. And your husband is taking this almost as hard as you are.

The switch from people to parents was swift. You can see how hard he’s trying to support you and his baby. Sleeping in shifts to care for the baby. Making you breakfast every morning, and cleaning the messy bedroom every night. Offering back rubs and massages, just helping you navigate this period of your life.

Your baby is a month old now, and you have finally established a routine. Soundly sleeping in their bassinet, so you can throw yourself on the bed next to your husband. He’s awake, but as soon as your head hits the pillow, you drift into a light sleep. Daryl wraps his big arms around your waist, positions himself to be the big spoon. Placing soft kisses on your forehead, aligning his heartbeat with yours.

A few hours go by, and you awaken because of wet liquid soaking your shirt. Pushing yourself off your husband, whose shirt is now soaking wet aswell. All the movement caused Daryl to wake up with a concerned expression. Just lying peacefully with his wife to being on the other side of the bed.

“Fuck!” You yelled. Embarrassed at the sight. Not totally sure how your husband will react to seeing his wife leaking breast milk all over the bed. Not waiting for his reaction you jump almost making it towards the dresser, until you feel familiar arms pulling you back towards the bed. “C’mere.” Daryl said softly, almost a whisper.

“No need to be embarrassed, just take off your shirt.” Daryl pleaded. Slightly embarrassed to show yourself in front of your husband since the baby. Naturally your body changed, and you always remained unsure if your husband liked those changes. You also haven't fucked your husband since you gave birth, and lord knows how bad you want too. Yet your mind was too tired to catch up with your body, until now.

Releasing your sticky shirt from your skin felt relieving instantly. Now your chest is completely exposed, leaking, heavy and sensitive. Daryl didn’t say a word for a while. Instead he locked eyes with your tender breasts begging for a release that only he can give. “What's wrong?” You asked.

“Can I taste?” He said hesitantly.

You look at him and back at your aching chest. Contemplating if his tongue is the solution to your problems.

“Be gentle, they're sensitive.” You said quietly.

Swiftly after your hesitant words his tongue was latched to you. The initial shock of the warm sensation sent a jolt throughout your body. His spit lapping over your nipple and the surrounding skin. Drinking in your juices felt like a weight being lifted.

After a long day of herding cattle, performing routine maintenance, and ensuring things are running smoothly. Enduring back-breaking labor that drives sweat down his body, the only person he wants to be with at the end of the day is you, the wild, smart, beautiful daughter of a farmer. The girl he’s known since they were children. Rarely leaving the farm unless it was to run away somewhere with him for the day. Taking you downtown to dance all night, or picking you up at the crack of dawn to race through the open plain. Your body thumping up and down to the pace of the horse. An intimate mixture of nature and his scent fills your nose. The wind roughly dancing through your hair, holding your hands around his waist like your life depends on it. And when he opens his mouth, he tells you, “I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“I like the sound of that.” You say teasingly. You are completely desperately in love with each other. Though you’re father never understood it, he believed that cowboys were no good for girls like you. Sharing words quickly behind the barn on the days you’re father wanted you home. He would travel miles to see you, even if he could only speak to you for five minutes. 

Rebelliously sneaking him into your room through the window. On nights when you could count the stars individually. Your scent to each other is intoxicating. Lying in bed together all night because he needed you, he craves the feeling of your warmth against his skin. The way you can’t look at him for more than a few seconds before looking to the ground. The way he holds you to him like you're part of him. Practically two bodies sharing one soul.

Sitting out in the sun, Virginia spring beauty flowers in your hair. Spring is finally here. After keeping each other cozy for a long winter, seeing his brown eyes shine in the morning sun is honestly the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. Playful teasing turned into innocent horseplay. Leaving you pinned to the blanket. His head turned the sun into a crescent, A halo above his head. The world paused for a moment. The air was gone, there was only him, and you could only hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Eyes fighting over gazing into his eyes or at his lips. You want to feel like this for your entire life, but what if he doesn’t?

The thought clouds you’re starry moment. You push him off of you. His eyes are looking for the answer to your action, in yours. The continuing silence as you contemplate asking the question that has had a grip on you for all these years. 

“What's wrong?” He breathed. You knew what was wrong, you wondered if he did too. Trying to get you to say what's been on your mind. “Nothin.” You whispered.