just survive somehow

MASTERLIST

ALL WORKS ARE 18+ (MDNI)

The Walking Dead

Screwin' Around - Daryl x fem!reader

A Song of Ice and Fire

coming soon…

Red Dead Redemption

coming soon…

Marvel

Just A Ride - Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Scott's eyes were hidden under his crimson shades, but you knew they were staring daggers at you.

Logan slipped his hand out from your jeans, his other hand still remaining on your hip. Logan, who was always quick with an insult, stayed silent with his eyes narrowed at Scott.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, his hands balled up into fists.

“Scott…” you whispered, the word barely escaping your lips, your heart hammering in your chest. You were caught off guard by his demeanor, a determination in him that you hadn't seen.

Scott reached you in his stride, his hand moving to grip your waists. Logan pulled back, slightly surprising him, surprising you both.

His lips crashed against yours, kissing you with a fever you had never felt from him before. It was as if he was trying to reclaim you, to remind you of who you belonged to. You felt yourself melting into the familiar but rough touch. You felt a thrill, an excitement in the way Scott was touching you.

He pulled away, his breath ragged as he turned his head to look at Logan. "You think you can take her away from me?" He asked, his voice a low grumble.

Logan raised his eyebrow at the challenge, "Maybe I don't have to" he smirked. "Maybe she wants us both" he got up from the bike to stand next to Scott.

The implications of his words sent a shock through you. You had never imagined Scott being willing to share you; especially with Logan.

Scott's gaze turned back to you, "Is that what you want?" He asked, his hand moving to cup your face. You looked between the two men who were now standing in front of you, their eyes hungry.

With a shaky breath, you nodded, the words barely a whisper. "I want you both."

Without another words Scott pulled you up from the seat into a fierce and demanding kiss. "If you're going to touch her, do it right."

Logan laughed at his words, "Don't think she had any problem with the way I was touching her bub." He moved behind you, his hands gripping your waist to press against his growing bulge.

Scott ignored him, his hands now snaking your shirt up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. Your breath hitched as you were sandwiched between the two of them, their bodies pressing against you in a heated battle of control.

“Please…” you whimpered, your voice trembling with intensity. “I need… I need…”

"Shh baby, I know. I'll take care of you," Scott whispered into the skin of your neck. He moved you over to the bike, pressing your stomach to the seat as he bent you over it.

The feeling of the cool leather against your heated skin sent a shiver through your body.

Scott was positioned behind you, his hands resting possessively on your hips, and Logan in front of you, his intense gaze locked on yours.

"Come on bub, let's give the girl what she wants," Logan said, his voice low and husky. He looked down at you, "You want us both, don't you princess? You want to feel our hands all over you, our cocks inside you?"

You nodded, your breath coming out in short gasps. "Yes," you whispered. "Please, I need you both."

Logan smirked, stepping closer and moving to unbuckle his belt. You could feel Scott behind you, tugging down your pants to reveal your soaked panties.

"Spread your legs baby" Scott purred, his palm pushing your thighs apart. You heard a small moan fall from his lips as he pulled your panties to the side.

You gasped when his finger teased your hole before delving inside, his other arm wrapped around your waist to circle your clit.

Logan couldn't wait any longer and growled as he tugged his jeans down, his girthy cock springing out of its confines. He put his hand on the back of your head, pushing your face against it. "Let me feel that pretty mouth around my cock."

You obeyed immediately, parting your lips and letting him push into your mouth. The feeling of his thick cock sliding into your throat mixed with Scott's fingers thrusting slowly in and out of you sent a wave of pleasure through you.

Scott's fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot that made your knees buckle. He was relentless, his other hand still rubbing your aching clit. Your moans of ecstasy were muffled by Logan's cock.

He moved his fingers out of you, whining at the loss of contact. You were quickly silenced when you felt his cock rubbing against your slick folds.

With a firm grip on your hips, Scott finally pushed into you, his cock stretching you in a way that was both familiar and new. "Fuck baby," he moaned as he completely sheathed himself inside you, .his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock feeling the tightness of your pussy.

Logan groaned, feeling your throat tense around his cock. You squeezed your eyes shut, each thrust from Scott driving you forward onto Logan, who grunted with each deep push into your throat.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Scott murmured from behind you. 

“Such a good girl,” Logan praised, his voice rough with arousal as he watched you, his free hand moving to cup your breast, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipple. “Taking us both like this.”

Scott, feeling your body tense, increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "You like that, baby? You like having both of us inside you?"

Logan felt his cock twitch in your hot mouth, your throat working around his hard length, his balls slapping against your chin. You were trying your best not to gag as his tip brushed the back of your throat. 

You felt his hand grip your hair, tugging on it hard. Your eyes screwed shut, a whimper leaving your lips as you gripped Logan’s thighs for support. 

“Shh baby you can take it” Scott told you, leaning over you and leaving kisses down your spine as he thrusts into you. 

“She’s fine Summers” Logan growled, “don’t pretend she doesn’t like it a little rough.” He was staring down at you, reveling in the sight of your mouth filled with his cock. 

Scott’s grip on your hips tightened slightly in response, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down to kiss the side of your neck, his lips trailing down to your shoulder. 

He could feel your walls pulsating around his cock, a signal you were reaching your peak. “She’s close,” Scott murmured, his voice low. 

“Is that right darlin’?” Logan growled, “you gonna come for us?” All you could do in groan around his cock in affirmation. 

Your body was on fire, your body feeling every sensation with a new intensity. Logan pulled out of your mouth, stroking himself vigorously as he watched your face contorted in pleasure. 

Scott’s fingers continued to massage and pinch your clit, pushing you to the brink. Your back arched, a guttural moan leaving your throat. The orgasm waved through you as if there was an explosion inside you.

Logan grunted, “come here” he demanded, shoving his cock in your throat. He didn’t give you a chance to recover, both his hands pushed the back of your head, using your mouth to chase his releases. 

“Fuck” He cursed, his hips pistoning himself in and out of your mouth. It wasn’t long until you felt his seed shoot down your throat. You quickly

Scott pulled out of you, his cock leaving a trail of cum between your thighs. He leaned over you, kissing the side of your neck.

"You did great." His hands lingered on your hips. 

Logan smirked, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye with a rough thumb, then planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

You took a shaky breath, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. "You okay?" Scott asked.

You nodded, smiling faintly. "More than okay."

As you walk through the room you see a familiar figure leaning against Scott’s bike, a smug smirk on his lips.

“Looks like you took a hit darlin’” Logan’s voice rough and low as his eyes scanned up and down your body, noticing a particularly large gash on your arm.

“It’s just a scratch,” you tell him, trying your best to ignore the way he undresses you with his eyes. You can’t help but shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

He had always looked at you this way, and it angered Scott beyond belief. Anytime the two of you were in the same room, his eyes would be locked onto you.

“Damn shame, wouldn’t have happened if I was there” he tells you, that cocky tone of voice making your stomach flutter.

“Is that right?” You responded, a small smile tugging at your lips despite trying to suppress it.

Logan pushed off the bike and walked closer to you, quickly closing the gap between your bodies.

“Yep.” His voice was rough and low as his hand traced the doctored wound on your arm. “No one would have touched you if I was around.”

You felt your body heat up at his slight touch, but you tried to ignore it and rolled your eyes at him. “Scott was there,” you muttered in defense.

Logan laughed, “Scott’s heads too far up his own ass to know when his girl’s in trouble.” he shot back.

“And you deserve better than that” Logan leaned closer, his breath warm on your skin. You knew this was wrong, your mind was filled with guilt at the thought of betraying Scott.

You tried to ignore the way your heart beat sped up at his words. He was so close to you, too close. You could smell the blend of leather and smoke from him.

Before you could even respond, Logan’s hands gripped your hips. He lifted you with ease, sitting you onto the seat of Scott’s bike.

The leather was cool against your growing heat as Logan positioned you on the edge of the seat, your hands instinctively reached out to grip the handlebars.

Logan sat himself behind you, his large hands still firm on your hips as he started coaxing you to grind against the leather seat.

You gasped at the pressure, a shiver running down your spine. “Logan…” You pleaded in a weak voice.

Your hips started to roll with his rhythm, your clit rubbing against the bumpy texture. You bit your bottom lip hard, the mix of shame and desire fighting within you. “Please…” You mewled.

“Please what?” He taunted, his lips pressed to the side of your neck, his teeth lightly grazing your sensitive skin. “Please stop, or please keep going?”

You couldn’t answer, you knew that you should stop, but the way that Logan was touching you - you couldn’t.

“You want this don’t you?” He growled, one of his hands snaking under your top and sqeezing your breast. His calloused fingers pinched your nipple hard enough to make you to yelp.

Your hips grind harder against the leather, with every roll you could feel Logan’s hard bulge against your ass. The friction - the heat, it was overwhelming.

“Cheating on Cyclops like this…” Logan’s eyes were dark with a lust filled hunger as he growled against the skin of your neck. “Now you see what you’ve been missin’.”

You could feel a surge of heat pooling between your legs at his words, even knowing you should be fighting against this, but you couldn’t stop your body.

His hand moved to unbutton your jeans, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. You could feel his lips against your neck, nipping and sucking on your skin. It sent a quiver through your body.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Logan murmured, his hand slipped under the hem of your jeans and brushed your sensitive skin.

You couldn’t.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access to your neck. Logan accepted your silent approval and glided his hand under your panties, his fingers finding your wetness.

He groaned as his large fingers slid along your slick folds, it didn’t take him long to find your sensitive bud.

Your back arched against his chest, his fingers circling your aching clit. A knot was forming in your stomach, you could feel your core tighten from the taboo pleasure.

“Bet you don’t get this wet for golden boy do you?” Logan growled, his hot breath against your skin. His other hand then moved to your thigh, pushing your legs wider for better access.

You were too engulfed in Logan’s groans against your skin to hear the muffled footsteps outside the door. His hand was still down your pants when the hangar door slid open.

Daryl usually scouted ahead on his motorcycle, checking for any trouble they might run into. He would return to the group with food for the night, and you quickly became accustomed to the chalky taste of fire charred armadillo. 

You noticed how well Daryl seemed to thrive, and decided to stick close to him. He seemed indifferent about you, not taking the time to spare you a look while you followed him around.

The days went on as you shadowed his every move, learning about how he could survive so well. Daryl slowly became accustomed to your presence, despite how annoying he found you. He started to teach you some skills like how to track and skin animals. “If you spent as much time cleaning yourself like you do that crossbow you might smell better” You had teased him one evening. Just like every other time you said something to him, he would simply scowl and grumble. 

The two of you continued to stick together, or as Daryl would say you were “following him like a lost puppy.” That was until the group had stumbled upon their salvation, a prison. Of course, it was overrun by the undead. You all worked together to clear it, finally having a safe place for the first time in weeks. 

The group was celebrating, all gathered around a large fire pit and chatting. You decided to sleep in one of the guard offices, wanting a roof over your head. Feeling generous, you invited Daryl to join you, “Come on Dixon, even you could use a break. I’ve got an extra sleeping bag with your name on it.” Daryl looked at you with annoyance before he begrudgingly accepted. 

You creaked open the door and walked into the small guard room. The place hadn’t been touched in months and it was a shocking difference from the places you had slept before. You laid out the tattered bedrolls on the ground, making sure to leave ample space between the two. 

Daryl threw his bag and crossbow down in the corner of the room, you watched how his muscles flexed as he did so. You settled down into your sleeping bag, and kicked your muddy boots off to the side. 

The room was cloaked in darkness, the only light a faint flickering in through the window from the distant campfire. The silence was heavy, except the soft rustle of your movement as you settled in. 

Your body had given in to the exhaustion as your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing slowed. It didn’t last long however, you found yourself struggling to stay asleep. 

It was the middle of the night by now, frustrated from your inability to fall asleep you sit up with your back against the cold wall. Your gaze turns to the side as you hear Daryl stirring. The fire outside was burning low now, and you could just barely make out his silhouette as he sat up as well. 

“Can’t sleep?” You questioned, your voice low and soft. He nods and grunts, his eyes glancing over at you. “Me either. It’s too quiet” you admitted to him. “Feels too… normal.” 

“Normal” Daryl scoffed at the word. “Ain’t nothin’ normal ‘bout the world anymore.” You nodded in agreement, nothing could ever truly make you feel normal or safe again. 

As the two of you sat in silence, you couldn’t help but study the man you had grown close to over the past weeks. He could feel your eyes burning into his skin as you stared at the imprint of his muscles under his sleeve. 

“Pretty romantic don’t you think?” You said to him, leaning forward slightly. “Wanna screw around?” A small smirk on your lips as you teased him. You knew that he would probably just brush you off or tell you to shut up. 

To your shock, he answered; “Oh yeah?” His voice was low and husky. You could feel your face heat up at his remark, not prepared for him to actually reply. 

“Uh well-“ you tried to respond, but your brain had stopped functioning. Daryl moved over to where you sat and leaned in close to you. His eyes locked onto yours, his presence becoming overwhelming. 

His lips moved down next to your face, “What, lost your nerve girl?” He murmured into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Your lips parted as you attempted to say something, anything. The only sound that managed to leave your lips was a small whimper. 

“I seen the way you been lookin’ at me,” Daryl moved his large and calloused hand to cradle the side of your neck while his thumb stroked your cheek. You closed your eyes tightly, wondering if this was really happening. 

His voice was a low grumble, “You ain’t gotta say nothin’” you could feel your heart pounding as he spoke. “No point in pretendin’ anymore.” You swallowed hard, your throat dry. The way he was looking down on you made you shrink under his gaze. His hand tightened slightly on your neck, gently bringing you back to the reality of his touch against your skin. “You sure you want this?” He whispered against your skin. 

“Yes,” you said back, you could feel your face growing red with anticipation. Daryl pulled back, a small smirk on his lips as his hands moved to the hem of your shirt. He tugged it up and over your head in a swift movement. He paused for a moment as his eyes moved to study your exposed skin with a hunger that made you shiver. 

Daryl moved down quickly, capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered shut and both of your bodies pressed together, you slung your arms around his neck to pull him in. You could hear ringing in your ears as his tongue slipped against your bottom lip, you parted them slightly to allow him access. His large hands roamed your body, stroking and grabbing at your flesh. You inhaled his scent, the mix of musk, leather and smoke mingling in your nostrils. 

His mouth moved down to your jawline, peppering hot kisses against your skin. You groaned loudly in response, your body arching and begging for more. Daryl’s hands moved lower to the hem of your jeans, sending electricity through your body. 

He pushed your back flush against the cold wall, the contrast between the chill and the heat of your bodies together heightened your senses. You felt his lips move down your throat, the stubble of his beard scratching against your skin as his mouth went to your navel. Daryl’s fingers moved to the button’s on your jeans and quickly undid them, promptly tugging your jeans off. 

The cold air hit your legs as Daryl tossed your jeans aside. He ran his hands up your thighs, his calloused and rough hands gliding over your skin. Your breaths were soft and ragged, you could see a hunger in Daryl’s eyes that made your core ache. 

His lips met yours again, kissing you rough and urgently. His large hands found your waist and pressed your harder against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Once again his lips traveled down to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin while leaving marks you knew would last for days. 

“You still with me girl?” Daryl pulled back slightly, whispering into your skin. All you could manage was a nod, too overwhelmed to make a coherent sentence. He smirked at you, his hand snaking down to your cotton panties, teasing the edge of them with his fingers. He slipped his hand underneath the fabric, his finger’s finding your slick heat. You let out a guttural moan and felt your body tense as he explored your folds. “So wet for me” he said, a smirk on his lips. 

All you could do was nod frantically as he found your bundle of nerves. He set an excruciatingly slow pace, stroking and teasing you. Your hips bucked against his touch, begging for more. Daryl pressed two fingers firmly against your bud and began to circle it rhythmically, occasionally dipping back into your folds. You threw your head back and stabled yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders. 

Daryl suddenly withdrew his hand, making your whimper in frustration. Before you could say anything, he hooked his fingers around the side of your panties and pulled them off in one fluid motion. “Ain’t done with you yet.” He growled. 

He pushed himself between your legs, you could feel his hard bulge through the rough material of his jeans as he grinded against your sensitive heat. Your hands moved to the button’s of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on yours. He helped you and shrugged the fabric off of him, exposing his hard muscles underneath. Your fingers traced his chest, feeling how his body tensed under your touch. 

Daryl undid his belt, looking down at you as it hit the floor with a clang. He pushed his jeans down, exposing his throbbing cock. You moaned as you saw his hand move to stroke the girthy length, the tip glistened with pre-cum. He moved to position himself between your legs and rubbed the tip along your wet folds with a groan. 

“This what you want?” He questioned, his eyes scanning yours. You nodded again, your body tensing with anticipation. 

“Use your words girl” Daryl commanded you, his voice hard. 

“Yes please” you whimpered, your voice heavy with need. That was all he needed before filling you up with a slow thrust of his hips.You could feel his body tensing with the effort it was taking him not to start fucking you wildly.

“Fuck” He hissed as he completely sheathed himself inside you. He began to move, rocking his hips back and forth. Your arms reached out to his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh, his cock stretching and filling you. Daryl’s hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he thrust into you. He starts slowly, allowing your walls to mold around the shape and size of his cock. 

His dark hair falls over his face as he towers over you, pinning your body with his muscular one. “Daryl-” you whimpered, barely able to form more than one word as he continued to thrust into you.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice a low growl in your ear.

“Daryl,” you gasped out, your voice breaking as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. He rewarded you quickly by driving himself even deeper into you. His cock easily slid in and out of your slick, leaving you gripping his shoulders for support, your nails biting into his skin.

Every thrust made your body shudder, the knot in your stomach tightening with each roll of his hips. "That's it," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he kept his relentless pace. "Just like that." He groaned your name as your hips bucked up to meet his movements, loving the friction between your bodies. 

"Daryl-" You whimpered once again, feeling the pleasure building up within you. He cursed, pounding into you with a newfound intensity. His rough, calloused hands rubbed against you as he fucked you up against the wall.

"Soon," Daryl warned you as he leaned in to nip at your neck. You could feel your release building, your core tightening painfully. 

You let out a deep moan, your body shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm waved over you. Your walls clenched and throbbed around his hard cock. Seeing you unravel underneath him sent a shock through him, his hips snapping hard against your skin. His cock twitched inside you as he reached his finish. Your hips bucked against his, his body shuddering as he came deep inside you. His hot seed spilled deep inside you. His body was trembling against yours, every muscle flexing as he came down from his orgasm. 

Daryl pulled out of you, his seed dripping from your folds onto the floor as he collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. You closed your eyes tightly, your breathing ragged as you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you spoke for a moment, both of your bodies relaxing from the intense coupling. 

Daryl moved to lay next to you, his calloused hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together with surprising gentleness. "Rest," he ordered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. You smiled softly, a warmth spreading through your chest.