☠︎︎ 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 ☠︎︎

used and abused, it’s still never enough

cw: nsfw, degrading, brat taming, possessiveness

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“Y’like pissin’ me off, don’t ya?” Daryl barks.

“Mhmmm,” you nod dumbly, clearly pleased with yourself and the position you’ve landed in: on all fours with your face forced into the pillow, back arched, ass up and red from his harsh slaps.

“Course ya do,” he chuckles mockingly, slightly breathless from the persistent pounding he’s been giving you, “fuckin’ dirty slut.”

His hand comes down on your ass again, leaving yet another branding print along with a staticky stinging sensation that hurts so good. “Love it,” you confess in a pathetic whine.

“Need someone t’fuck the brat outta ya, huh?”

He hovers over you, musty and sticky with sweat, tone dropping to an intimidating whisper in your ear, “well, m’gonna make it so y’can’t walk, girl. No more prancin’ around this place like some stupid whore, chattin’ up yer other boyfriends.”

His own words only serve to rile him up more, heart rate spiking at the thought of another man touching you, hell, just being near you.

“I’m the only dick you need, baby, got that?”

You manage something between a mewl and a moan… not nearly good enough for him. “Hey!” He grabs ahold of your hair, hastily yanking it to make you look back at him, “‘m talking to ya.”

Usually, you would put up a fight. Tease, push, anything to get him going. But something about his crazy eyes, tense jaw, and shallow breathing tells you he doesn’t need any more ammunition.

“I got it,” you choke out obediently.

“Say it, then. Whose is it now?”

“It’s- God!” He slams into you with purpose, like he’s proving ownership with each snap of his hips. “Yours,” you cry, tears spilling despite that faint reckless smile on your lips he knows so well.