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#long time no edward :>#never drawing a bike again#edward elric#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#fmab#fma#fmab fanart#fma fanart#anime#manga#anime art#artwork#illustration#bicycle#bike#edward elric fanart
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I really like the headcanon that a very select amount of people are allowed to actually call Tails 'Miles' and Shadow is on that list, it's very cute to me ^_^
#sth#shadow the hedgehog#miles tails prower#sonic the hedgehog#mydoodles#accidentally left this sitting in the drafts lol whoops#that sonic in the top right is my favourite sonic I've drawn so far tbh#I meant to put a table behind them in that second “panel” but whatever lol implied table#Blaze is another who Tails is fine with using Miles for him because she preferred to not use the nickname until she felt close enough to hi#that she like felt it was acceptable hehe#princess etiquette brain#anyway shout out to people who draw shadows bike I'm certainly never doing it again LOL#to be fair I did not use reference.. I simply did my best
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ohhh season 3 you wanna be here so bad....pssspsspss
i missed the kids so I gave them all bikes
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#first drawing on the new tablet!! upgraded to an XPPEN ArtistR 22 Pro !! a big boy#im very fond of the gus idk why i just LOVE gus and i love to draw gus and and and#the owl house#toh#fanart#my art#gus porter#luz noceda#amity blight#lumity#willow park#hunter toh#huntlow#hexsquad#im never drawing a bike again. yes i just reused the sketch for most of them but not the lineart and i refused to use a line tool#im sorry if luz looks a lil funny i couldnt get her right for some reason . or maybe its all in my head
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a friend bought me y8 so i sped through gaiden really fast beforehand and it was....... PREDDY GOOD........!
#chipchopdraws#yakuza gaiden#yakuza like a dragon#ryu ga gotoku#kosei shishido#kihei hanawa#kazama kiryu#yakuza gaiden spoilers#blood#you never truly forget how to draw kiryu its like riding a bike i remembered all my training#i cannot believe this game made me care about him again actually shocked....#[holds head laying on the ground] hello rgg hole i missed you <3#now i gotta go play y8 for 2 weeks straight if you dont see me thats where ill be
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can’t stop thinking about his Barbie bike
#I’ll never draw a bike again idk what I were doing#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tokrev fanart#tokyo revengers fanart#haruchiyo sanzu#sanzu haruchiyo#fanart
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nevermind whatever i said about boichis cartoony looking bikes This fucking sucks to draw. I get it now. Feat. so awesome senku ponytail o7
edit: cleaned it up a little. bursts into tears
#dr stone#ishigami senku#.oort#i think i understand less about the shape of bikes now than i did before.#scratches back of head. it's like this. >Gets scared >'What if i never drew bikes again x3' >Keeps drawing bikes anyway >repeat. Since i'm#ust so addicted to boulders & hills & futility. I guess.
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sooo excited for the future of this game
#NEVER ask me to draw a bike again 😭😭😭😭#our life now and forever#our life now & forever#qiu lin#tamarack baumann#our life fanart#my art
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Rando stealing brad's bike and getting away on it
day 35
#never drawing someone riding a bike again holy shit#lisa rpg#lisa the joyful#lisa the painful#rando#rando lisa#rando daily
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Oops more fan art for fics
Beep beep it’s time for Lisa to have a motorcycle and being pretentious about it(in the best way) I dunno I just think Wake Up Call is neat, warning it’s a lil smutty. It’s a fun read though, hence the art!
#worm parahumans#parahumans#character art#worm#wormblr#lisa wilbourn#tattletale#bikes#never gonna draw motor cycles again#blonde on bike in leather#sign me up#I wanna give this whole fic a head pat ig
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oooh you wanna check out my fic you wanna check it out so badd
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PEDAL TO THE METAL!!
#NEVER DRAWING A BIKE AGAIN IT SUCKED!!!#plainview#ralph devlin#cerebelle ragsdill#my art#i hope this does well i havent painted in a while.lol.
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I once had a dream that Bragi tried to avoid adult supervision by trying to steal a bike, only to immediately eat shit because he didn't actually know how to ride it lmao
Yeah he can already fly and teleport literally anywhere but he'd honestly really enjoy biking if he ever learned it properly... or just got training wheels, which is honestly the less painful option for everyone involved--
#kateh's art tag#kateh's oc tag#bragi#this came out really messy but i had fun drawing it#fun fact this is the first time I've seriously drawn a bike (albeit a heavily simplified one) since high school#i had to draw one for an art assignment but it turned into a massive year long project that consumed most of my life and i fucking hated it#it actually won second place in an art show and was in a gallery for awhile but i swore I'd never draw another bike again lmao#well nature is healing i guess
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FUNKY KOOOONGGG!!!! 😎🍌 This guy shows up, and there is a ZERO percent chance of you being the coolest person in the room.
This drawing is a commission that I got permission to make into a print!! I'm really happy for it too - I feel like I kind of went out of my comfort zone with this drawing (*ahem* bike *ahem*), but I'm super happy with how it turned out! Plus I got an opportunity to draw MONKEE!!! again, and a very handsome one at that 😳
I'll never forget the sound of this guy passing me in mario kart lmao... YYEEUGLELEKLREELELYEAA!!!!!!
#mario kart#mario kart 8#funky kong#funky kong fanart#diddy kong#super mario#mario fanart#donkey kong fanart#art commission#traditional art#traditional drawing#traditional illustration#digital art#digital illustration#multimedia art#my art#character art#character drawing#character illustration
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❦ FAMILY AFFAIR
"keigo can’t help that the sight of you with kids makes him want to put a baby in you, and you’re so willing to let him"
cw: rut, breeding, marking/biting, possessiveness, unprotected sex, cream pie
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
It started with your niece and nephew.
When the two of you knocked on the door, only for the five-year-old girl to open it a sliver, scream your name in glee, and immediately start giggling and running around, Keigo already felt it in his stomach.
Then it was the way you sat on the couch, and she crawled into your lap while her older brother started showing you his latest drawings. The way you could so easily switch between talking to the two of them, holding your niece as she started climbing all over your shoulders, had him tuning out his brother-in-law in favour of admiring you with the unknowing feeling again.
The next was the way you handled your nephew when he tried running up the stairs in his clean socks, only to slip and hit his knee. Keigo could only freeze up when he heard the crying, wanting to comfort him but not knowing how. When you bent down to his level and showed him one of the little scars you got when you were younger and fell off your bike, explaining how you also cried when you hurt yourself, he felt his cheeks heat up.
The final straw was when your niece, who carried around her hawks plushy everywhere, whispered in your ear while looking at him with a shy glance. You smiled kindly at her and said, "I don't think so. I'm gonna marry him." And he finally recognized what he was feeling.
He wanted to make you a mom.
The whole way home, he was quiet, and it was a little unnerving. But Keigo couldn't help the thoughts going through his mind. If you had a little girl, would she look as beautiful as her mother? His heart couldn't help but swell at the thought of going home to his two favourite girls and holding them close. If you had a son, he would definitely be a mama's boy, smiling up at you for praise every time he did something. You were just so good with kids that it would be impossible for him not to be.
And then he started thinking about making a baby. He couldn't help the way his cock twitched in his pants when he thought about fucking you raw. You two had never done that before; clean-up was always easier when he had a condom, and it gave the two of you peace of mind with his hectic job, but thinking that he could make a mess of you by filling you up with his cum so that it was dripping out onto the sheets beneath you was something he didn't know he needed in life until that exact moment.
The noises you would make as he fingered his cum back into your sopping pussy, the way you'd waddle around when you're pregnant with his kid, the fact that you'd be forever his when he gives you a child—it all made his brain fuzzy.
So when you softly asked if he was okay when you came home, he couldn't help but grab you and kiss you. He held you tightly, feeling a deadly rush of emotions and gratitude for having you in his life.
And the way you so easily let him slip his tongue into your mouth without question had him whining in need.
"I wanna give you a baby." He mumbled between kisses, pushing you blindly to your shared bedroom.
You uttered a sound in confusion, but it was interrupted by a gasp when he started sucking at your neck.
"Need to make you mine, baby, all mine." He babbled. "need to get you pregnant—need to fill you up."
You whined loudly at that and grabbed the belt of his pants, yanking his body right up against yours and pushing his hard cock into your hips.
"You wanna fuck me raw, baby?" You asked with such a sweet voice that his legs wobbled. "Finally wanna cum inside?"
He nodded his head vigorously, his cloudy eyes filled with desire.
"Yes, please," he whimpered, his voice laced with desperation.
Your hands reached down to grope him. You could feel his arousal growing beneath your touch, and a wicked smile played on your lips.
"Mmm, you're so hard for me," you purred as you teasingly squeezed him. "I can't wait to feel you deep inside me."
His breath hitched as he let out a low moan, completely lost in the moment.
As you pushed him onto the bed, his muscle memory nearly kicked in, and he almost reached to the side table to grab a condom when he remembered what you two wanted. Instead, he grabbed your hips and threw you down beside him, foggy mind barely registering the harsh bounce against the mattress.
With animal-like speed, he pounced on you, strong hands gripping your wrists like iron as they held them above your head. His mouth dipped to the curve between your shoulder and neck, pearly white teeth sinking into the flesh that had you hissing in pain and rubbing your legs together.
"Keigo!" you shouted, completely enraptured with this new feeling.
"Sorry, baby," he muttered half-heartedly, his whispers tickling the edge of your ear before he bit down there too.
You couldn't stop the delightful shivers if you wanted to. Keigo's mouth continued its trek, nipping at all the soft spots along your beautiful skin that had you panting. He only released your wrists when he couldn't take the confinement of his pants anymore; the pathetic whimpers he let out as he clumsily undressed his lower half had you equally rushing your jeans off as well. You didn't have time to take off your shirt when your boyfriend smashed his lips into yours for a heated kiss, his cold tongue immediately swiping across your own in a desperate attempt to taste you. and you didn't bother slowing him down; the rational hero he was by day was long gone, and the man in front of you held no other purpose than to be completely yours. His rough fingers slid under your shirt, one hand groping your tits through your bra and the other sliding between your legs.
He whined into your mouth, barely detaching your lips to mumble, "How are you so wet, baby? want this just as bad as me?"
All you could do was clumsily nod, your boyfriend not letting you leave his touch for more than a moment. It didn't matter, though, because with the way you wrapped your legs around his waist, he could tell you only wanted to be closer.
There was a messy overlap of hands as the two of you feverishly grasped for Keigo's thick, leaking cock and lined it up to your heat. The erratic atmosphere only cooled down for a second when he slipped inside you--you both releasing sighs of euphoria--before your boyfriend when absolutely feral.
His movements became all the more intense and primal, as if all those years of pent-up desire and longing were finally free. He gripped your hip with one hand, the other balanced your leg over his shoulder while you clawed at the soft skin of his arms in an attempt to clear your mind from the pleasure he was giving you. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic collision of your bodies, heightening the passion between you both.
"Fuck, baby, you're mine—you're all mine," he panted. "'m gonna make you feel so good. 'm gonna fill you up."
"Gonna give me a baby, Kei?" You responded, just to hear him whimper and see a thin line of tears well up in his closed eyes.
If it was possible, he slammed into you harder, sending your back to arch in ecstasy at the feeling and the sound of your dripping cunt sucking him in.
"Fuck, mama, you'll be so good." He babbled, moving the hand that was digging into your hip to your leg and pushing them both forward.
You gasped breathlessly as your knees hit your chest, but you didn't have time to say anything when your voice broke in a scream at the feeling of keigo hitting you so deeply in this new position.
Your body trembled uncontrollably as the intense pleasure consumed you. Your senses were overwhelmed by everything—the heat of his body against yours, the sound of his pants and the thrusts moving the bed, the smell of both of your arousals dripping from your leaking pussy—it was all too much. Every thrust from Keigo sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins, pushing you closer to the edge of bliss. You didn't have any sense left in you to warn him that you were cumming; instead, you let out a strangled gasp as your head rolled back.
Whether or not your boyfriend understood what happened didn't matter, because seconds later he was screaming your name in a daze and releasing his hot cum into your abused pussy.
Then the atmosphere became softer, tired and satisfied pants coming from both of you as he laid his sweating body on top of yours. His hot breath tickled at your neck, his arms wrapped around you, and his now-softening cock stayed stubbornly inside you. It took a few minutes before you could catch your breath and say something, but neither of you minded, not when you lovingly kissed his head and traced the red scratches you left on his biceps.
#kleftiko’s kinktober#mha x reader#mha smut#bnha smut#bnha x reader#hawks x reader#hawks x y/n#hawks x you#hawks smut#keigo takami x reader#takami keigo#takami keigo x reader#takami x reader#my hero academia smut
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His harlot starlet
Cherry Masterlist
enforcer!Steve Rogers x female reader
warnings: x-plicit; no plot just holes 🤭; consensual; mild power imbalance; a tiny bit of degradation; spitting; unprotected;
Author's note: This is a short little sprinkling of filth, because I couldn't get the image out of my head. It sets after at least a few dates between Steve and Cherry, so they're quite established, but Cherry is still very new to all the dirty things Steve does to her.
Minors DNI; this work is only 18+
Your thighs shake. The strain in your muscles is a novelty you never expected to experience, since you considered yourself in moderate shape with all the bike rides you liked to take on weekends.
It seemed riding a bike, or even running after your energetic nephew, had little in common with surviving sex with Steve.
Or maybe it was the position you weren't used to maintain for so long.
On your knees, your upper body bent forward and pressed into the mattress as Steve ruined you.
Your fingers clenched on the sheets, your breathy whimpers and spots of saliva forming a stain on the fabric. He kept you in that position in what felt like hours, feasting on your pussy from behind.
Big hands held you in place, Steve's calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh. He licked you in reverence, sucking one orgasm after another, until you were quivering and begging.
You didn't think it was the pleading that made Steve stop. He was always very attentive to your reactions, but despite his soft cooing he rarely showed mercy. And you secretly loved that he pushed you further, beyond any limits you imagined you had.
So when he relented, you knew it wasn't because you were oversensitive, but rather because his own desire to sink his cock inside your fluttering, sopping cunt was too high for him to ignore.
A strangled cry fell from your lips when Steve tapped the head of his cock against your swollen clit, then dragged it between your slick folds to your opening.
The head barely caught in and you let out a desperate moan.
It was astonishing, the types of sounds Steve could draw from you. Never before him had you made more than some soft, little moans when you had sex, or played with yourself. With Steve, however, you couldn't help the cries, the whimpers and wailing, the stretched-out groans and mewling.
Each new sensation, each new wicked debauchery, elicited a new kind of sound.
So it shouldn't be a surprise to hear yourself make a strange, pitiful squeak, when Steve took your wrists and placed your hands on your ass as he ordered you:
"Spread yourself for me."
You felt a wave of scorching embarrassment wash over you; your forehead pressing into the sheets to hide your shame as you complied.
Fingers slightly trembling, you pulled your buttcheeks apart, trying hard not to imagine how it had too look for Steve from his point of view.
Your naked body presented for him so lewdly; no resistance from you, no matter what dirty, degrading things Steve asked of you.
"You look so fucking hot, Cherry," Steve praised, running one of his hands along your back and over the globe of your ass.
He squeezed your fingers in short reassurance, before splaying his fingers over your ass, thumb rubbing along the crease.
"Always looking beautiful and sexy, my good girl." He rewarded you sinking a few inches further into you, humming at your breathy moan as his girth stretched you.
"You are my good girl, aren't you?" You couldn't help the shudder that rocked your whole body when Steve's thumb circled your anus.
"Yes, Steve," though he didn't ask it of you, the praise and reminder of being his, made you even more eager to please Steve.
You tried arching your back more, pressing your face into the crumpled sheets, your fingers strained as you held yourself spread wider apart.
"Always want to be your good girl." It was a need as desperate as your need to come, maybe even stronger.
There was that calm hum again, as if Steve was considering something as he pushed the rest of his dick in. Filling you to the brim.
His thumb ran over your tight hole again, then stopped above it. A short pause in any movement, filled with the hammering of your heartbeat echoing in your head.
Then a small, wet splash landed on your puckered hole.
Your toes curled and your grip on the sheets tightened as a ragged gasp bubbled on your lips.
Steve spat on your asshole.
Shock and shame, and unrecognizable dirty arousal filled your body.
Your walls clenched around Steve's cock and he moaned a quiet curse.
"You liked that, Cherry," he didn't ask, he stated; thumb smearing his saliva around your rim.
"My sweet little Cherry," still teasing your hole, Steve started fucking you in slow, deep strokes, "spreading herself for me like a needy slut. Getting turned on when I spit on her tight asshole."
"My harlot starlet."
His words were like a hot jolt, stiffening your nipples and zinging to your clit. Bordering on degrading, but Steve spoke them so sweetly, with no malice, that they felt like a caress of a poetic compliment.
"You want more, baby?" His hips slapped against your backside, jolting you forward as his thrusts gained in force.
"Please, Steve," you weren't sure what you begged for, too overwhelmed with the coil that tightened in your belly.
Another dollop of saliva landed on your asshole and your pussy reacted with the same excited flutter.
Then Steve's thumb was gathering that wetness and pushing it inside, his digit stretching your yet unused hole.
A softened, broken shriek of your climax filled the bedroom, transforming into a string of tiny, sharp cries as Steve's thrust continued to spear you.
His cock was relentlessly abusing your walls, despite the strangling tightness; as he kept his thumb lodged in your ass.
"I've got you, Cherry," Steve's voice turned strained, his grunts matching your moans. "That's it, just take it. Take it like the good little slut you are."
His other hand moved from its bruising grip on your hip to clench on your shoulder. Steve leaned forward, draping more of his weight over you as he kept fucking you in a rough, fast pace.
With this angle the head of his cock repeatedly nudged a particularly sensitive spot in your channel, that had you rapidly reaching another peak.
The thumb in your ass rotated, sensation of it making you shudder and gasp. It teased you with the image of your hole being stretched wider. With more fingers. Maybe with Steve's cock.
Hot breath fanned your year when Steve pressed his cheek to the side of your head; his scruff scratching the overheated skin of your cheek.
"Maybe next time, I'll spit in your mouth."
Your eyes opened wide then fluttered close and your lips parted on a pitiful moan as another orgasm cinched your muscles.
"Fuck!" Steve cursed when you leaked around him.
"Cherry, baby," he kept blabbering, his face nestled in the crook of your neck as Steve chased his own release in jerky thrusts.
Consciousness swimming in the clouds and body completely pliant beneath Steve, you didn't wonder why the idea of Steve spitting made you come so hard. Nor why the sweetly voiced degradation made you melt for him.
As you didn't think why, once again, you forgot about the condom.
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x female reader#steve rogers x you#enforcer!steve rogers#enforcer!Steve rogers x reader#steve rogers imagine#steve fic: cherry
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You Promised [Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader]
A/N: where did it come from? Where did it go? Where did this come from? Cuz I don’t know! Also sorry about the formatting I’m on the app!
Plot: Daryl makes a promise to you.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
Warnings: SMUUUUUT. Fingering, finger licking, swearing, p-in-v, masturbation, degradation.
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“Baby we don’t have time!” Daryl sighs as you kiss up his neck.
“But… I’m horny..” you whine and pout. “I need you inside me so fucking bad!”
Your mistake had been not specifying it was his cock you wanted pounding into your pussy for a pre-supply-run quickie. You knew you’d made a mistake as soon as a smirk crossed his face and he pinned you down to the bed.
“Oh really?” His voice was low and he kissed you, a hand running down to unbutton your jeans and slip inside them. “You want me inside ya…?”
You nod and bite your lip, gasping quietly as his fingers so easily slipped inside you and curled just enough. “Well there ya go honey..”
“Daryl…!” You whined again and rocked your hips.
“Keep those hips movin’… you just said you wanted me inside ya.. nothin’ else.” He smirked again and you huffed angrily “fuck you Dixon!”
“No no… fuck yourself… I suggest if you wanna get off you’d better start movin’!”
You whine but rock and twist your hips to his fingers as Daryl watches you with obvious glee from his position above you, holding your wrists above your head. “That’s it… keep movin’… fuck my fingers and get ya self off…”
You pant and moan quietly, grinding your hips down onto his thick fingers inside you “please…. I… I need more..”
“Not right now you don’t… I know how much you love my fingers… work for it..” he leans down and kisses you before turning his head to watch your hips writhe frantically.
“Daryl… five minutes!” Rick called from outside.
“You heard the man… ya got five minutes…” Daryl licks his lips.
“Oh fffuck…” you pant and move your hips faster against his fingers and hand, your movements desperate for friction and your release. You tilt your hips and rock them, gasping Daryl’s name and keeping them moving “oh god… yes… yes…” you muffle your cries of pleasure in your arm as your walls tighten and pulse around Daryl’s fingers.
“Good girl…. Now if ya stay a good girl and keep ya self nice and wet while I’m gone I promise ta fuck that pretty cunt until your legs are shakin’ when I get back….”
You nod quickly “Yes! Yes yes! I will!”
“Good now open ya mouth…” he slips his hand out of your jeans and pushes his soaked fingers into your mouth “clean me up…”
You do as you’re told and swirl your tongue around his fingers, taking in the taste of yourself on his skin.
Daryl grabs his go bag and kisses you before heading out.
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The day was long for you, usually doing things around the houses and base camp kept you busy enough for time to pass but all you could think about was Daryl’s promise. You kept thinking about him between your legs; his cock pounding into you and turning you into a blubbering mess. More than once you found yourself sneaking away to get yourself off to the thoughts you were having about him.
As the light faded and you went back to the house you were sharing with Daryl you heard the familiar rumble of his bike getting closer. How it didn’t draw the attention of walkers for miles around you didn’t know but he’d never had a problem.
You watch out the window and squeeze your thighs together when you see him ride through the gates followed by the truck piled high with supplies.
It had been a good day.
You waited as patiently as you could for Daryl to walk through the door and drop his bag to the floor. He headed up to the bedroom and found you waiting on the bed; his eyes lit up and he smiled.
“Good run?” You ask, posing seductively for him.
“Yeah very… got a lot.” He crawls and collapses down on to the bed.
“Nu uh… you made me a promise…”
He sighs “but I’m tiiiired…” he pouts and laughs at your face.
“Well that’s nice… I’m still horny as fuck because I’ve been thinking of you aaall day…”
“Oh ya have?” He raises an eyebrow
You nod in answer “All. Day.” You reiterate and wiggle your hips “I kept myself wet for you… got myself off a few times too… but I need your cock inside me and you made a promise..”
Daryl nods “I did… I did. And I always keep my promises.” He leans up and swiftly has you pinned down again, his lips hovering above yours “Always…” kissing you, slowly at first but progressively more hungry and desperate until you’re both gasping for air and pulling at clothes.
His hands move over you and massage your tits, his fingers playing with your nipples until they’re fully hard peaks and you’re moaning for more already. Daryl loves to tease and get you so worked up you don’t know which way is down, make you a whimpering begging mess because he loves to hear you beg for his cock.
You run your hands up his arms and into his scruffy hair, holding him to you as he sucks on your nipples in turn; his teeth scraping lightly and adding just enough pressure for the pain to be bliss.
“Daryl…” you gasped and moaned, making him look at you.
“Say it..” he kisses you hungrily and moans.
“I need your cock so fucking bad.”
There it was, he growled low in his chest and moved between your legs, his cock already hard just from teasing you. He swore one day he’d get off from doing just that.
Right now though, Daryl dipped his hips and pushed into you “god fuck ya still so wet!”
You moaned at his words and rocked your hips a little “deeper, please!”
Daryl obliges and rolls his hips, pushing into you fully until your pussy takes him whole. His hands grip your hips and he nips over your skin until you moan and beg him again “please… please Daryl!”
He grunts and starts snapping his hips into you rough and hard “this what ya want?” He groans and keeps a steady but quick pace, you grip the pillow under your head and moan loudly; people had become accustomed to hearing you both since you’d started living together.
“Yes!!” You call out and move your hips as best you could to his thrusts.
“Ya my good little slut?” He moans and pulls you onto his thrusts, watching your tits move with each snap of his hips.
“Yes! Yes… Daryl I’m your…good little slut!” You say between pants for air through his relentless pace.
“Ya gonna cum for me..?” He grunts roughly and moves his hands to squeeze your ass before quickly rubbing your clit.
You call out and cum almost immediately around his cock; tightening along his length and then pulsing around nothing as he pulls out of you and jerks himself.
You wanted him to cum inside you so badly but it was too dangerous; too many risks.
Daryl groans as your wrap your hand around his length and jerk him at the same pace he had been fucking you. He pants harshly and calls out, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he releases over your tits.
He moves himself to lay beside you and swallows thickly “holy fuck..”
You chuckle and grab a rag to clean yourself up before curling into his side with a relaxed sigh and falling asleep.
-fin-
#Daryl Dixon#daryl dixon x reader#Daryl Dixon Smut#Norman Reedus#Daryl Dixon Imagine#reader x Daryl Dixon
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