#dixontardis

A/N: fuck yeSSSSSS Here you go!!

MDNI 18+

Warnings: smut, public/semi-public sex, bathroom sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, mirror play, overstimulation, creampie, exhibitionism risk, light degradation (names)

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐏

The music still thrummed through the walls, bass rattling the pipes, but you barely noticed. Eddie had you perched on the sink, thighs spread wide, his rings digging into your skin as he shoved them further apart.

“Fuck, you taste better than the beer here” he groaned against your pussy, tongue working in long, messy strokes before shoving two fingers deep inside you. The sound of his rings clinking against the porcelain sink mixed with your gasps as he crooked them just right.

Your hands gripped the edge of the cracked mirror behind you, watching yourself fall apart as his curls brushed your thighs “Eddie-oh, god-”

He pulled back just long enough to smirk, lips glossy with you “Yeah? That good, sweetheart? Then let me ruin you properly”

Before you could answer, he flipped you around, pressing your face against the mirror, you bent over the sink. Cold glass kissed your cheek as he yanked your panties down and shoved his jeans just low enough. His cock slid through your soaked folds before he slammed into you with a grunt.

The sink groaned under the rhythm of his thrusts, glass fogging with your breath. Eddie’s hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so he could growl in your ear, “Look at you, my pretty slut, letting me fuck you in this shitty bathroom. Bet you’ll never hear one of my solos the same again”

The slap of skin, the squeak of pipes, your moans echoing off tile, it was chaos, it was filthy, it was perfect.

“Jesus fuck, you’re so tight-” Eddie’s voice broke into a growl, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he buried himself deeper, harder. His cock stretched you, sliding in soaked and perfect, each stroke knocking a gasp out of your chest.

Your nails scraped across the glass, leaving streaks as you cried out. His other hand snaked around your front, pressing down on your stomach so you could feel how deep he was inside you. “Feel that, sweetheart? That’s all me, fuckin’ ruining you”

The sound of skin slapping, his low groans, your whimpers echoing in the tiny bathroom, it was filthy, frantic. His curls stuck to his sweaty forehead as he leaned over you, mouth hot on your ear. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Wanna feel you squeeze the hell outta me”

You shattered with a strangled moan, your pussy clenching hard around him as your orgasm ripped through you, thighs shaking, forehead nearly banging the mirror. Eddie cursed loud, biting down on your shoulder as your release milked him. His thrusts grew rough, almost desperate.

“Fuck, fuck, gonna cum, oh fuck” He slammed in deep one last time, spilling hot and messy inside you with a guttural moan. His whole body trembled against your back, breath ragged, cock twitching as he filled you up.

For a moment, there was only panting, your combined sweat fogging the mirror further. Then Eddie chuckled breathlessly, still buried in you, kissing your damp shoulder. “Well… guess the Hideout bathroom finally had its best show yet”

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Taglist: @gennemi @catmomstyles3 @dumbfxck00

basically perv!eddie and i love it! hope you like it!

smut (MINORS DNI)

Warnings: perv!eddie, f fingering, f oral, overstimulation

It was unusual for Eddie to just barge into your house unannounced. He loved to catch you off gaurd, but this time it was you catching him off guard.

There you were on your neatly made bed with your legs spread and your fingers playing at your swollen clit. Eddie's breath caught at the sight before him. His cock twitched immediately in his pants and he wanted nothing more than to replace your fingers with his own. The sounds of your little whimpers and how wet your pussy is was almost enough to make him cum in his pants. This was his chance to actual get to touch you and feel your body in his hands.

“On your knees for Ghostface, baby”

Daryl Dixon pre-apocalypse or like maybe around the commonwealth seasons!

A/N: UGH FUCK YES I LOVE THIS IDEA

MDNI 18+

warnings: smut, mask kink (ghostface), rough oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, gagging, drooling, tears, degradation, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, breath play, overstimulation, dirty talk

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊

Daryl had gone out for supplies, muttering about how the Commonwealth’s stores were too polished, too staged. He came back with a bag slung over his shoulder, face unreadable as always. You didn’t think much of it, until he pulled something out and dropped it on the counter.

The black-and-white Ghostface mask.

Your mouth went dry instantly, months ago, you’d teased him about it, offhandedly admitting you’d love nothing more than to get railed by him wearing that mask. You never thought he’d taken it seriously. But there it was. And the look in his eye told you exactly what was about to happen.

“On yer knees for Ghostface, baby” he rasped, pulling the mask over his face.

You sank down instantly, knees pressing to the hardwood, already fumbling with his belt. His cock was heavy and hard when you freed it, flushed tip glistening. The mask’s blank eyes stared down at you as Daryl shoved himself past your lips.

He didn’t give you time to adjust, just grabbed the back of your head and fucked your throat raw. Each thrust was brutal, making you gag and drool, spit dripping down your chin as your eyes watered. He groaned behind the mask, voice muffled but wrecked, “fuck, look at ya sunshine, chokin’ so good on my cock”

When your throat was raw and your cheeks soaked with tears, he pulled out, dragging you up onto shaky legs and hauling you toward the bed. You barely had time to catch your breath before he shoved you down, tearing at your clothes until you were bare beneath him.

Daryl climbed onto the bed, dragging your thighs over his shoulders. The mask stared down at you as he lined himself up and slammed home in one thrust. The stretch was brutal, perfect, your back arching as his cock bottomed out.

He fucked you hard, hips snapping, his grip bruising your thighs as he pounded into you. Every time you cried out, the hollow scream of the mask above you made it even filthier, even more unhinged.

“You wanted this, huh?” he growled through the mask, thrusting harder, “Wanted me fuckin’ you like ghostface? you’re gettin’ every goddamn inch”

You were a mess under him, thighs trembling against his shoulders, your voice breaking as you begged him not to stop. He slammed into you over and over, relentless, until the only thing you could scream was his name.

Your walls clenched tight around him, the drag of his cock hitting so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. The mask tilted down, blank eyes staring as you fell apart, cumming with a broken cry. Daryl groaned low and vicious, hips stuttering as he drove himself in to the hilt.

“Fuck, take it baby” he snarled, spilling inside you, hot and thick, every pulse of his release painting your insides. He held you there, locked against him, cock buried deep as if he could brand you from the inside out.

His breath was ragged behind the mask as he finally let your shaking legs down, pulling free only to collapse over you. With one rough tug he ripped the mask off, tossing it aside. And then, God, he kissed you.

Not soft, not gentle at first, but desperate. Filthy. His mouth devoured yours like he hadn’t just fucked you within an inch of your life. Then the edge softened, lips brushing yours over and over, hands cradling your face as if you were the only thing that ever mattered.

“Mine” he whispered against your lips, kissing you stupid until you forgot the mask, the bed, the world outside. Only Daryl. Only this.

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Taglist: @gennemi @thatbimboshifter @freakbobcult

A/N: Loved writing this hehe, here you go!!

MDNI 18+

warnings: smut, condom play, rough sex, dirty talk, mentions of a prince albert piercing, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, p in v

𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄

It started out stupid, like it always did with Erik. A quick errand to pick up snacks somehow ended with you standing in the pharmacy aisle, his arm slung around your shoulders, eyes scanning the shelves like he was choosing a fine wine.

“Magnum XL” he snorted, picking up the shiny gold box and holding it at his crotch “Bit of an understatement, don’t you think?”

You smacked his arm “Put it back”

He grinned wickedly, tossing it into the basket along with three other boxes. Ribbed, warming, ultra-thin. He even grabbed one labelled glow-in-the-dark just to be a shit. “Hey, babe, gotta be thorough. Science requires variety”

The second you got back to his place, Erik locked the door and dumped the bag onto the bed, tearing into the boxes like a kid on Christmas. “Alright” he said, stripping off his shirt, muscles flexing as he did, “time to run some field tests”

You tried to roll your eyes, but it turned into a gasp when he pushed you onto the mattress, spreading your legs with one rough tug. He palmed your pussy through your dress, grinning at the wet patch already soaking through. “Look at you, already dripping and we haven’t even started. You love when I act like an asshole, don’t you?”

He ripped open the first wrapper, the “ultra-thin” rolling it down his cock slow, showing off the way the condom stretched over the thick metal of his piercing. He stroked himself once, groaning at the extra friction, “Fuck, this one already feels good. Let’s see how much you like it”

Erik shoved your panties aside and pushed in with one hard thrust, the barbell of his PA piercing dragging deliciously over your walls as he bottomed out. Your back arched, a sharp cry tearing from your throat.

“That’s it, baby” he growled, setting a brutal rhythm, hips slamming into yours. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me, squeezing like you don’t want me to ever pull out.” He pinned your wrists above your head, his body heavy on top of you, his breath hot against your cheek as he moaned loud and unashamed. “God, I could ruin you with just this box”

You came fast, clenching so hard it nearly pulled him over the edge too. He pulled out at the last second, ripping the condom off and tossing it across the room “Next”

“Babe do you plan to try out every one?” You said eyeing him up, and he just flashed a grin “Damn right I am” as he slid on the next one.

The ribbed one made him groan the second he slid in, the ridges combined with his piercing sending shockwaves through you both. “Jesus Christ, feel that? Bet you love it. Taking every ridge and the barbell like a good girl” He fucked you face down this time, hand tangled in your hair, your tits pressed to the sheets as he pounded into you. The sound of skin on skin echoed, mixed with his filthy moans. “Gonna make you cum again, yeah, scream for me baby” And you did, body shuddering as you fell apart around him, his name spilling from your lips.

Then came the warming condom, and the second it slid inside you both gasped. Heat spread fast, the metal of his piercing making it feel even more intense, everything hypersensitive. “Holy fuck” Erik groaned, thrusts messy now, desperate. He flipped you onto your back and bent your knees to your chest, fucking you deeper, harder, the piercing hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “This one’s fucking dangerous, gonna make me blow in two seconds” His head dropped to your throat, sucking marks into your skin as he fucked you through another orgasm, your voice breaking as you begged for more.

By the time he pulled out again, you were wrecked, sweaty, shaking, legs trembling. Erik sprawled over you, hair damp and mouth swollen from kissing you raw. He picked up the last box, smirking at the neon label.

“Glow in the dark” he muttered, tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled it on, the faint green glow making the piercing stand out like something sinful. He killed the lamp, and sure enough, his cock glowed in the dark, the barbell gleaming wickedly. He barked out a laugh, “Alright, last test. Ride me, baby. Let’s see how well you can take this one”

You climbed on top, sinking down slow, both of you groaning at the stretch, Erik’s hands gripped your hips tight, guiding you up and down, watching you glow against him. “Fuck, you look unreal. My little science experiment”

And then he lost it, fucking up into you so hard the headboard slammed against the wall. His groans mixed with yours, raw and loud, until he finally spilled inside, collapsing back with a laugh and a satisfied smirk.

“Verdict?” you asked breathlessly, collapsing beside him.

Erik grinned, sweat dripping down his chest, piercing still catching the faint green glow “Verdict is, we’re buying more. Every damn box”

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Taglist: @gennemi @dogey290 @slushi-chan @punkgirlyy @eriksfinalldestination @bachinskination  @max-borman @sweetums0kitty @dumbfxck00 @emmadellaposta-blog @rainbowraii @maybsinvincible @lovelessdren @goingintocardiacarrest

A/N: OH FUCK YEAH BABE!!

MDNI 18+

warnings: dixon!reader, smut, rough sex, dirty talk, fingering, sex against a wall, semi-public risk, age gap, unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, light marking/biting

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

You knew you shouldn’t be here. Hell, if Daryl found out you were even talking to him, he’d lose his goddamn mind. But you were an adult, not the little kid he still saw you as, and you could make your own choices. And there was something about Negan, his voice, his smirk, the way he looked at you through those bars like he could see every filthy thought in your head, that pulled you back to his cell over and over.

At first it was little visits, just talking when no one else was around. Then it was slipping him food, books, things he asked for. And then, one night, when everyone else was asleep, you slid the key into the lock and let yourself in.

Negan grinned wide, that wolfish smirk that made your thighs press together. “Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Sweet little Dixon girl sneakin’ in to see the big bad wolf”

“Shut up” you hissed, though your pulse was already hammering “I shouldn’t even be here”

He stepped closer, towering over you in the dim light. His hand brushed your cheek, rough fingers tilting your chin up. “But you are here. Which tells me you’ve been thinkin’ about this just as much as I have”

Your breath caught when his thumb traced your lower lip. You should’ve turned around, walked out, but instead you pressed forward and kissed him. Hard.

Negan groaned into your mouth, big hands sliding down your back to grab your ass, pulling you flush against his hard length “Fuck, I knew you were trouble” he growled against your lips.

Before you could answer, he spun you, pressing you against the wall of the cell. His mouth trailed down your neck, teeth scraping, tongue soothing. His hand slipped between your thighs, cupping your heat through your jeans.

“So wet already?” he taunted, nipping your ear “Damn, baby girl, you came in here beggin’ for me, didn’t you?”

You gasped, nodding as he worked the button of your jeans, sliding them down enough to shove his fingers against your panties. He rubbed over your clit in slow, firm circles, grinning when your hips bucked into his touch.

“Yeah, that’s it. Ride my fuckin’ hand. So needy for me you had to sneak into a goddamn jail cell to get it”

Your whimpers turned into moans as he pushed your panties aside, sliding two thick fingers inside you. The stretch had you clawing at the wall, his palm grinding your clit as he fucked you with his fingers.

“Christ, listen to you” he muttered, biting your shoulder “Drippin’ all over my hand, squeezin’ me like you’ve been waitin’ your whole damn life for this cock”

“Negan, please” you gasped, voice breaking.

He chuckled low, pulling his fingers free and sucking them clean while staring right at you “Mmm. Sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted”

You didn’t even get a chance to beg again before he shoved your jeans down to your knees, freeing his cock and lining up behind you. With one rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as your walls clenched tight around him.

“Fuck, baby girl, tightest little pussy I’ve ever had. Daryl’s gonna kill me if he finds out, but damn if it ain’t worth it”

The cell filled with the sound of skin slapping, your moans echoing off the stone. Negan’s pace was relentless, each thrust slamming you against the wall, his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could growl in your ear.

“You like this, huh? Sneakin’ down here to get fucked like a dirty little slut. My slut”

“Yes, yes, Negan, fuck!” you cried, back arching as his other hand found your clit again, rubbing harsh circles.

Your orgasm tore through you, your whole body trembling as you came hard around his cock. That tight squeeze was all it took, Negan grunted, hips jerking as he spilled inside you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle the sound.

For a moment, the two of you just stayed there, bodies pressed together, panting in the silence of the cell. Finally, he kissed your neck, lazy and smug “Damn, sweetheart, jail cell sex might just be my new favorite thing”

You pulled your jeans back up, heart still racing, but the smug tilt of his smirk told you this wouldn’t be the last time you found yourself slipping into that cell.

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Taglist: @gennemi

pairing - billy loomis x female reader

song is based on the movie psycho

summary: you’ve known for weeks that someone’s been watching you, shadows at your window, gifts left behind, that hungry feeling crawling over your skin. when billy finally shows himself in your bathroom, knife gleaming, you don’t scream. you already knew he’d come for you, and instead of running… you let him in.

warnings: dub-con undertones, knife play with light cutting, blood play, mommy kink, degradation and praise mixed, rough unprotected sex in the shower, obsession/stalking themes, possessive, p in v, cream pie, dark themes

The steam curled thick in the bathroom, fogging up the mirror, turning the tiles into a hazy dreamscape. You dragged your hands through your wet hair, water sluicing down your shoulders, chest heaving as you let the heat melt away your nerves.

You didn’t hear the creak of the door. You didn’t notice the shadow until the shower curtain shifted, plastic rings rattling on the rod. Your heart stuttered, and then froze when you saw him.

Billy Loomis. Mask loose in one hand, knife gleaming in the other. Eyes dark, mouth twisted into that half-smirk that always looked like he was deciding whether to kiss you or carve you open.

You should’ve screamed. Should’ve slipped, fallen, begged. Instead, your lips parted and the words came out low, trembling

“I knew you’d come”

Billy’s chest rose and fell, sharp and hungry, as he stepped inside the tub, boots squeaking on porcelain. The knife’s tip grazed your throat, cold enough to make you shiver.

“You knew?” he rasped, voice thick, unsteady with lust and rage, “and you still got naked for me? Jesus fuck, you’re begging for it”

The blade slid down your collarbone, tracing the line between your breasts. He nicked you shallow, just enough to let a red ribbon bloom, and your breath caught as the water washed it thin. Billy groaned, eyes burning, licking his lips.

“Look at that, all mine. Bleeding pretty just for me”

He pressed closer, knife in one hand, his cock straining hard against your stomach through his jeans. You dared to tilt your head, whispering “Maybe that’s what you want, Billy. Someone to take care of you. Someone to call mommy”

That broke him. His laugh was jagged, unhinged, as he shoved you back against the tiles. His mouth crashed onto yours, teeth clashing, tongue rough and messy while the knife stayed poised at your jaw. When he pulled back, his pupils were blown, voice a gravelly growl.

“Fuck. You’re mine now mommy. Say it”

“I’m yours” you gasped, legs trembling as his free hand yanked your thigh up, hooking it over his hip. He ground against you, denim rough, knife scraping down your ribs before carving another shallow cut just above your hip. You hissed, pain sparking into heat, and Billy moaned like it was his orgasm.

“God, you like it” he snarled, dragging his thumb through the fresh blood and smearing it over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The sting, the heat of his tongue, the way he bit down until you cried out, it sent your body arching against the wall, desperate.

“Please-”

“Please what?” he mocked, teeth flashing. His hand shoved between your thighs, fingers slipping through your slick folds. “Fuck, you’re dripping. You want me to cut you up or fuck you stupid? Maybe both”

You whined, hips grinding shamelessly on his hand. The knife kissed your throat again, harder this time, as Billy unzipped and freed himself, cock flushed and leaking. He didn’t bother with prep, just spat into his palm and shoved inside you in one rough thrust that made your scream echo off the tiles.

Billy lost it. Every thrust was brutal, water splashing, his grip bruising your hip as the knife pressed harder against your skin. He muttered filthy praise and degradation in the same breath, rutting into you like a man possessed.

“Take it, mommy, fucking take it, all mine, don’t you dare come without me, look at you, so fucked out, so pretty when you bleed for me”

Your nails clawed his back, your body a mess of pain and ecstasy, and when he slammed deeper, angling just right, your orgasm tore through you, a strangled cry spilling past your lips.

Billy didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, harder, rougher, the knife dragging across your chest until another thin line of blood bloomed. His groans got harsher, his thrusts sloppier, until he spilled inside you with a broken growl against your ear

“Mine. My mommy. My perfect fucking whore”

The knife clattered against the tub as he sagged against you, panting, blood and water and cum mixing in the drain below. His teeth grazed your jaw as he whispered one last, shaky vow

“You’re not getting away. Ever”

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pairing: daryl dixon x female reader

(kinktober posts may be a day early since i live in new zealand lol)

MDNI 18+

summary: after escaping from negan. daryl finally makes it back to hilltop, straight into the arms of the woman he’s been starved for. one kiss turns desperate, one touch turns filthy, and soon he’s got her shaking apart under his mouth and cock, determined to claim her over and over until she’s wrecked.

warnings: smut, overstimulation, oral sex (fem!receiving), multiple orgasms, finger-fucking, dirty talk, tears from pleasure, begging, rough fucking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

The shower was still steaming when Daryl stepped out, towel hanging low on his hips, damp hair sticking to his temples. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before the door creaked open and there you were, dirt-streaked and flushed from a run. His chest clenched so tight it almost hurt. Everything, the Hilltop, Maggie’s hug, the weight of what happened at Negan's, blurred into nothing the second he saw you.

You didn’t get a word out before his mouth was crushing yours. It was hungry, desperate, his hands clutching your shirt like he was afraid you’d vanish. He shoved you backward toward the bed, tugging your pants down before you even had a chance to protest, rasping against your lips, “Missed ya so goddamn much. Gonna make up fer every second Negan kept me away”

Then he was on his knees, spreading your thighs wide and burying his face between them. The groan he let out when his tongue dragged through your folds vibrated straight through you. His nose nudged your clit, his stubble scraped your skin, and the way he moaned like a starving man finally fed had you coming embarrassingly fast. Your back arched, your thighs trembling against his shoulders, and he only growled against you, refusing to stop.

Two fingers slid inside you before you even had time to breathe. They curled up deep, his tongue flicking circles against your clit until tears stung your eyes. You clutched the sheets, body shaking, and when you whimpered his name, he only pinned your hips harder, sucking you until another orgasm ripped through you.

There was no mercy. He pumped his fingers faster, spreading you, stretching you, his tongue licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough. You tried to pull away, overwhelmed, but he dragged you right back down. The third orgasm hit harder, tearing sobs from your throat. He muttered against your dripping cunt, voice rough and wet, “Look at ya, cryin’ fer me already. Thought ‘bout this every night in that fuckin’ cell”

The words alone broke you again, a sobbing, blinding release that left you thrashing. Still, he didn’t stop, three fingers now, thrusting deep as his tongue stabbed mercilessly at your clit. You were screaming, your thighs clamping helplessly around his head, tears running freely as another orgasm ripped through you.

Your whole body begged for mercy, but when you pushed weakly at his head, babbling “Daryl, please, too much” he just smirked, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your belly. “You’re takin’ it, girl. Gonna cum till you’re wrecked” He sealed his mouth over your clit again and you shattered, body convulsing with another orgasm that left you raw and trembling, soaked through, tears streaking down your face.

Finally, finally, he lifted his head. His chin and beard were glistening, his eyes wild, hungry, like he hadn’t had enough but couldn’t wait any longer. “Ya done?” he rasped, climbing over you, cock heavy and throbbing against your soaked entrance, “Or ya gonna let me fuck it all outta ya too?”

You couldn’t answer. He shoved in deep with a low groan, bottoming out in one thrust that made you cry out. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, folding you in half, and fucked you hard, brutal, desperate. His thumb pressed to your abused clit, rubbing relentless circles.

“Can’t believe I went so long without this” he panted, pounding into you “Ain’t never lettin’ ya outta my sight again”

Every thrust slammed another broken cry from your lips, every rub against your swollen clit sent unbearable shocks through you. Your body convulsed under him, cumming again, then again, until you were sobbing, shaking, wrecked beneath him. He groaned when he felt you milking him, his thrusts erratic as he buried his face in your neck.

“Cum with me, girl, c’mon, fuckin’ cum with me” he growled, and with one last sharp snap of his hips you shattered one final time, screaming into his shoulder as his cock pulsed deep inside, spilling into you.

Daryl held you tight, chest heaving, still buried to the hilt, kissing the tears off your cheeks with shaky lips. His voice was hoarse, broken, but steady when he whispered against your skin.

“I love you so goddamn much, sweetheart”

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Taglist: @gennemi @thatbimboshifter @freakbobcult @x0x0eliza

A/N: Of course!! I hope this is okay :)

MDNI 18+

warnings: smut, handjob, size kink undertones, public-ish setting, power imbalance, cum, tension between sweet/innocent vs rough/filthy dynamic.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊

The sun was beating down, cicadas screaming in the trees, and Merle Dixon was half under the hood of your car with a wrench in one hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips. Sweat streaked down his chest, catching in the hair there, his jeans smeared with oil. He was the very definition of roughneck filth, mean, dirty, raw, and you? You looked like you’d fallen out of a dollhouse, bows in your hair, pastel skirt swishing against your thighs, glossy lips pursed as you peeked down at him.

You hovered close, just a little too close. Every time he grunted for a tool, you bent at the waist, skirt riding higher, brushing his fingers when you handed him the socket. When grease smudged his jeans, you tutted and swiped at it with your tiny hand, earning a sharp bark of laughter.

“Girl, you keep fussin’ over me like that and I’m gonna start thinkin’ you’re wantin’ somethin’ else”

That was all the invitation you needed. When he lay back on the creeper to roll under the car, you crouched right beside him, letting your perfume flood his nose. He kept working, cussing under his breath as the wrench clinked against metal, but you could see it plain as day, the thick bulge straining against his jeans.

Your hand drifted down, innocent at first, brushing dust off his thigh. Then your fingers traced the outline of his cock. He jolted, hissed through his teeth.

“Darlin’…” His voice was a warning, but weak.

You unzipped him, tugging denim down just far enough to free him, thick and heavy, already wet at the tip. Merle tried to keep his eyes on the engine, jaw clenched around that cigarette, but the second your hand wrapped around him he lost half his focus.

“Fuck” he spat, hips twitching as you stroked him slow, deliberate, smearing pre-cum down his shaft.

You batted your lashes, voice syrupy sweet, “Am I distracting you, Merle?”

“Hell, yeah, you are, Christ, doll, don’t stop” He dropped the wrench with a clatter, finally gripping the hood for balance instead. His head tipped back, a low growl bubbling out as you pumped him harder, twisting your wrist just right.

His thighs went rigid, stomach tightening, every muscle straining while you milked him fast and filthy, your soft little coquette hand contrasting with his dirt-stained skin.

“Goddamn… ahh, fuckin’-” Merle groaned loud, voice ragged and unrestrained, hips jerking into your grip as he spilled hot into your palm, ropes of cum streaking your fingers and dripping over his jeans. His chest heaved, sweat gleaming, his face twisted in pure release.

When the shudders eased, his eyes found yours, sharp and glinting. He smirked, lazy but dangerous.

“Girl… you’re somethin’ else. You know that? Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ this be a one-time deal” His voice dropped low, dirty-sweet, “Gonna have to get me some more of that real soon”

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Taglist: @gennemi  @thatbimboshifter