#bite sized

i forgot to post this here!!!!! my take on the sinking town trend with dazai

Kokushibo has access to the transparent world and can use it whenever he pleases. Couldn’t he (in theory) straight up watch himself fuck you through the transparent world?

Like I know that there are muscles in the way that could block his view but I think Kokushibo could still see everything what’s going on. Probably getting off on it too, feeling you gasp for air and cling onto his shoulder for life while all of his six eyes are focused on how you tremble around him.

Kokushibo would probably not tell you about that though, instead silently enjoying the view of fucking you open with his fingers from the normal and transparent world. You look so beautiful like this and you don’t even know half the beauty he truly sees.

Maybe it’s a pride thing, watching himself pleasure you in (literal) every way possible.

Based off of this follow up request.

Prologue

MDNI, 18+ pls and thank you Smut ♥︎

WC: 3,213

Y’all I’m way happier with how this turned out. But I’m most excited for the final part of this series. Enjoy

TW: biting, marking, smut p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, pet names, blood, unprotected sex

“What crawled up your ass?” Maggie’s voice cuts through the haze of anger clouding your brain. You normally were pretty good at keeping a straight face but not today. You had been walking towards the main cell block when you noticed it. Out by the fence there was a new crew from Woodbury training with Rick and Daryl. Basic self defense, showing them how to keep the fence clear with a little bit of gun safety mixed in. That wasn’t what bothered you. What bothered you was the fact that one of the new comers couldn’t seem to keep her fucking hands off Daryl.

At first it wasn’t an issue just some simple touches, help on how to hold and position the knife. You paused watching how Daryl stood his arms poised, each muscle defined, and you couldn’t stop the way your stomach flips and how heat curls low in your stomach. Your gaze moves traveling to the group only to notice that one of the women. She has a soft flush to her face and you know it’s not due to the Georgia sun.

You narrow your eyes, Tash if you remembered her name correctly, seemed less like she was paying attention to Daryl’s directions and more like she was gauking at your…. Well in all honesty you weren’t sure what you and Daryl were.

Sure you both had started as strangers who butted heads, that formed into a reluctant friendship, and after things settled slightly you both found comfort in one another. Then you had bitten him and everything changed. You both shared a secret which planted a seed of trust that flourished. It eventually led to the two of you fooling around. Both a way to pass the time but to also explore this weird little kink that you both shared without the judgement of others. It wasn’t like Daryl was your boyfriend or anything but he for sure wasn’t just your friend.

“Nothing, I’m just watching the newbies try to figure out how to fight.” You say without looking away. Maggie shifts her hip jutting out as she scans the group. She follows your gaze landing on Tash and Daryl and a knowing smirk crosses her face. “Really just watching the newbies? Or are you just watching Daryl?” Her gentle teasing causes you to look down. A lump forming in your throat as you shrug not willing to admit that you’re jealous over a man who isn’t even officially yours. Just as you were about to shrug off the uncomfortable feeling that bubbled in your gut you saw it. Tash’s well manicured hand running up his arm pausing on the bicep to give it a light squeeze.

Your jaw drops, eyes damn near bugging out of your head. You hear Maggie let out a small gasp of surprise at the woman’s boldness. “There’s no fucking way she just did that.” Maggie’s voice is breathy full of disbelief as if what she was witnessing was a dream. You don’t look away your eyes locked on Daryl who just tilts his head listening to whatever she has to say and the fact that he seems completely unbothered by the fact that Tash’s hand is trailing down his arm.

“Tell me that this is a joke.” You grumble trying to calm yourself looking over at Rick in hopes that he’ll step in. Instead of the reassurance you were looking for Rick’s also staring at Daryl brows furrowed as if he’s trying to process what’s happening. “Why isn’t he pulling away?” You’re not expecting Maggie to answer as you both stare. Several minutes pass and you start to calm down as the group switches over to the guns Rick brought down.

Just as you think that it couldn’t get any worse you see Tash holding the gun and Daryl shake his head before moving up snugly behind her. His hand wrapping around her wrist as he helps her steady the gun. Anger rises in you, uncontrollable and all consuming. You’re stomping down the hill towards the group before you process Maggie calling after you. You don’t care that the entire training group has stopped, don’t care that you have other things to do today, don’t care at the way Rick’s lips twitch as suppresses a smile as you stake your claim.

What you do care about is how Tash’s eyes widen. She steps forward creating space between herself and Daryl as you approach. It would have been satisfying if Daryl hadn’t been looking at you with pure confusion on his face. It only served to flame the fire of jealousy that consumed you. “Rick, I need Daryl. You good to manage the rest of this on your own?” You phrase it as a question but it’s anything but one. You don’t even wait before you grab Daryl’s wrist tugging hard as you whip around pulling him after you. He stumbles after you a grunt of surprise falling from his lips. The grass and weeds are smashed under your heavy foot falls as you drag Daryl away.

You drag him through the cell block, head bowed, mind racing. At a glance you just seem pissed, irritated, maybe even a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t uncommon that you’d turn to Daryl for help. But to those who knew the two of you a bit better it was clear that things were coming to a head. They saw the way Daryl slunk into your cell at night, saw the bite marks that multipled across his skin, and witnessed the way you both clung to one another in a way that was almost primitive. You didn’t stop until you were safely tucked into your cell. The blanket drawn across the barred door to give you the illusion of privacy. You immediately drop his wrist whipping around stepping into his personal space.

“What the hell was that?” You hiss tilting your head back to glare up at him. Daryl’s brows furrow, eye twitches, his jaw sets in annoyance as he looks down at you. He doesn’t back up, no he stays right where he is letting you posture at him. A failed attempt at intimidation that he swiftly and silently calls out. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” His voice is firm not a single hint of playfulness in his tone. It only angers you further. He may be dense but he’s not dumb. You’re not entirely sure of his past sexual history before meeting you but you refuse to believe that he was oblivious to what had happened out in the field.

You scoff not caring that your shoulder bumps into Daryl’s chest as you turn putting a bit of space between the two of you. “Really Daryl? You really have no idea on why I’m upset?” Your voice is flat expecting him to at least have the decency to be honest with you. As you wait for an answer your mind moves a mile a minute. Insidious thoughts of him leaving you behind, not speaking to you again, or worse saying it wasn’t a big deal fill your head causing your heart to slam in your chest. But he doesn’t snap back, instead he shakes his head. “Nah I told ya I don’t know what I did.”

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you. I don’t know what I did. His words bounce around in your head as you stare at him, slowly the fight drains out of you as you mull it over. What I did. A lump forms in your throat as you try to swallow. “You really have no idea why I’m upset?” You hate the way your voice cracks when you ask. Embarrassment coloring your cheeks forcing you to look away. You hear him move towards you, see the shadow that falls over you, feel the way he gently cups your jaw to coax you into looking at him. He’s soft for you, with you, around you. It’s not a conscious decision just something that happens naturally.

“Ya gonna tell me or am I gonna have to guess?” His voice is soft a hint of humor that’s so distinctly Daryl you can’t help the small smile that forms on your face. “Tash…” you start unsure of how to admit your jealousy when you see a look of pure confusion cross Daryl’s face. “Who?” Now that makes you laugh. Whether it’s at yourself for being so possessive or at him for genuinely being so clueless you’re not sure. “That girl that was basically drooling over you. You know the one you were helping with aiming the gun.” Daryl snorts “droolin’ over me? She was just askin’ for help.” You can’t stop the groan that leaves you pushing him slightly as you pace. Trying to relieve some of the frustration that creeps back over you. “Dixon, come on. You can’t be that dense it was so obvious that she was hoping you’d take her for a ride, and I’m not talking about on your motorcycle.” Now it’s his turn to laugh as he shakes his head. “Nah ‘s all in your head baby.”

That did it. If he wasn’t going to listen you were just going to have to show him. Without another word you step forward, your whole demeanor softening as you crowd him. “Oh, you’re so right. I must have been imagining everything.” Your voice is gentle as you bat your lashes. “Thanks Daryl.” Your voice is a breathy whisper as you bring your hand up running it over the sunkissed skin. Your nails lightly raking over his forearm. You can’t stop the smug smirk that flashes across your face as you see goosebumps erupt across his arm. Your movement settles, hand resting on his bicep. “I appreciate the help.” As you speak you give the muscle a squeeze, tilting your head slightly as you smile at him.

The air is thick as the tension shifts to one of desire. Daryl’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. His pupils have dilated blown out so wide that the blue of his eye is nearly nonexistent. The flush that creeps up his neck past the vest coloring his ears and cheeks as he clears his throat. “Oh.” That’s all he can say because what the fuck else is he supposed to say? His brain was short circuiting trying to connect the dots and suddenly it all made sense

“You’re jealous.” It’s a statement and the way you recoil he knows he struck a nerve. Daryl steps forward watching as you take one backwards. “My pretty girl ‘s all jealous, worked up ‘cause someone made a pass at me. That it sweetheart?” He hums enjoying the deep flush of your embarrassment as he continues to push forward. He doesn’t stop until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. He watches you wobble before stabilizing yourself. “Well why don’t I put your mind at ease?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before he lightly pushes you watching as you land on the bed with a little bounce. He sinks to the ground hands shooting out to grab your calves pulling you towards him. He makes quick work of your shoes and shorts. Chapped lips press a simple kiss against your knee, moving to place an identical kiss on the other side. There’s a pause before you feel the scratch of his facial hair against your inner leg as he continues to press kisses along your skin the softness is a dizzying contrast to the tight grip he has on your calves.

His tongue moves up the inside of your thigh causing you to shiver at the sensation when suddenly your small subtle puffs of pleasure turned into a shriek of surprise and pinching pain. As you bolt upright you look down and the man between your legs. Daryl stares up at you, pupils blown wide, his lips shiny from his saliva, his cheek pressed up against the plushness of your thigh. The tender flesh blooming pink from where he sunk his teeth into you. “What ‘m not allowed to bite ya back?”

You try to snap your thighs closed but he doesn’t let you. His rough hands travel up your legs letting your calves go so he can grab at the fat of your thighs keeping you spread for him. He tsks gently under his breath as he squeezes you. The skin of your inner thighs is so soft compared to his callous skin. It makes him shiver turning his cheek into you as he gently bites down. Pulling away licking the indentation and pressing one last final kiss against your skin before he adjusts his grip. Dragging you to the edge of the bed as he presses forward his tongue lapping at your cunt. “We just started and you’re already this wet?” His chuckle vibrating through you as he continues to push his tongue deeper into you. The wet slippery intrusion of his tongue making you moan softly that is until he pulls out and attaches his mouth to your clit.

The gasp that is ripped from you makes him dizzy. Alternating between little licks and suckling at your clit. The prickly texture of his facial hair adding to your overwhelming pleasure as your hands tangle in his hair pulling hard. He lets go of one of your thighs his head coming up. You whine at the loss of sensations. Daryl quickly shuts you up shoving his arm into your open mouth.

“Bite.” It’s all he has to say before you’re clamping down on the salty skin of his arm a grunt of pain ripped from him as your teeth puncture through the flesh. The warm taste of iron starts to trickle into your mouth and you’re not sure if you want to escape or fall deeper into the feeling but just as you start to come back to reality he pushes two thick fingers into you. Pushing deeper than his tongue could reach. He’s watching how you react to his touches. “Ya gonna cum for me baby?” His voice is strained, lower than usual and full of a hunger that makes your toes curl.

He pushes his arm deeper into your mouth causing your jaw to stretch and you let go. A whimper of protest falling from you as you see the small trickle of blood drip down his arm. His eyes usually so bright are dark with desire watches as he curls his fingers deep into you. Pressing against that spongey spot that has your back arching off the bed as your hands scramble against the sheets for purchase.

“Daryl!” Your whiny voice is music to his ears encouraging him to press further. He wants to watch you come undone around his fingers on, on his face. His head dips back down his tongue pressing against your dripping folds. His nose bumping against your clit causing you to kick out. He can tell you’re overstimulated. Too many feelings and sensations at once so he pulls back, but not before licking a broad stripe up your slit. He hums gently savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

He flicks over your swollen clit and you feel yourself trying to pull away. Your chest heaves as you fight against his hands desperate to lock your legs around his neck. “Daryl enough please! Just fuck me!” Your begging plea for release causes him to smirk as he pulls back. “Course sweetheart. All ya had to do was ask.” You don’t get to reply before he’s on top of you. Kicking away his pants your hands flying up to hastily unbutton his vest, he gently pulls you up so he can pull your shirt off. He’s got you laying on the bed spread naked before him as he leans down. You taste yourself on his tongue as he devours you. You can’t help yourself but bite down on his lip and he lets out a breathy moan as you pull away.

He presses his cock into you. Slow, teasing, maddening in a way you’ve never felt before and you tangle your hands at the hair on the base of his neck trying to ground yourself. Your mouth attaches to his neck. Teeth and tongue attacking the flesh. New wounds appear raw and red only to be soothed by soft kisses and kitten licks. It’s a poor attempt to silence the moans of pleasure that are being pulling out of you. No doubt echoing through the concrete halls of the prison but you don’t care. Daryl’s hips which were originally rolling against you in a slow lazy rhythm picks up speed. His cock dragging against your walls causing him to groan and mumble soft praises against your skin as he buries his face in your neck. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know he’s close. You can tell it in the way his hips falter, his breathing becomes erratic, and instead of going in for a kiss you mirror his position as you press your face against the juncture between his shoulder and neck and bite as hard as you can.

You faintly hear Daryl’s cry of pleasure boarding on pain, the blood rushing in your ears as you finally let yourself go. At the same time Daryl thrusts into you one last time. Completely sheathing himself inside of you as he feels his cock twitch and balls tighten. It’s too late to pull out so he tries not to think about the potential consequences of his actions and just lets go. Your cunt clamping down around his cock milking him dry as he fills you up. You both are wet with sweat, blood, and fluids when you eventually pull away.

May I ask for mini 2763...

open your mouth, stick out your tongue

arch your back

wiggle your ass a lil

make a pitiful whine. doesn't that feel nice?