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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hey sweetie 💗👉🏼👈🏼

I'm in love with your last Rick fic and wanted to ask if you could write something I've been thinking about for a few weeks now 🥺

It's getting colder outside (for me hihi) and I'm thinking about cockwarming with Rick 💗

Snow is falling down and on a run you have to hide in a little cabin with Rick. He starts a fire in the fireplace and lays with you on the couch 🥺 You notice how he gets hard from it and you have the idea with the cockwarming...Rick can't stand it for long and you let him fuck you from behind 👉🏼👈🏼

Now that I'm writing this I'm already weak 😫 I hope you like it and if so thank you in advance 💗💗💗

hey baby, I know you've had a bad day today, so I hope this helps make you feel a bit better. I loved writing this, don't hesitate to send more in!

summary - rick and the reader seek shelter as a storm hits. to warm up, the reader makes a suggestion. do you think rick went through with it?

warning - smut, cockwarming, swearing.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

While Rick and I were scavenging for supplies, an unexpected storm approached. Rick spotted an abandoned cabin with a sigh of relief, and we set off toward the single-standing building. As we quickly approached the door, Rick placed me behind him as he slowly entered the small cabin. Checking the place to ensure we are alone.

Once we checked the place and boarded up any doors and windows, I headed over to the slightly destroyed couch, dropping my exhausted body onto the plush cushions and sagging into them. My eyes flutter closed as I wrap my jacket around my frozen form, not having the energy or strength to do anything more.

Rick’s blue eyes drag down my body before he turns to focus on the small fireplace. He piles wood into it before lighting it on fire with the pack of matches he carries with him. A shudder goes through Rick’s body as the warmth of the fire begins to set in. A choked gasp escapes him. His cock hardens and begins to strain against his jean at the sound of my soft moans leaving my lips.

My eyes flutter open, the warmth settling in and warming my cold bones. “Why’re you over there?” I pat the spot next to me, knowing Rick wouldn’t come over unless he gets confirmation, as he doesn’t want to make someone uncomfortable. “You can sit, Rick. It’s going to get colder from here, and we need to have enough warmth for when it does. May as well get comfortable while we wait this out.” I watch as he nods before slowly coming over and placing some of his things down.

The sound of the groan that leaves his lips causes arousal to pool between my legs. With the work we’ve done today and the room's warmth, my eyes begin to droop, and my head drops to the side, resting on Rick’s shoulder. “I’m so tired.”

Rick looks down at me, slowly maneuvering us. He lays behind me, pulling my small form closer to his. He holds back a groan when my ass rubs up against his bulge.

I raise a brow as I feel him harden against me. The thought of making this man hard made my core clench around nothing. “I have an idea that’ll help us stay warm if you want to hear it?” Rick hums, his eyes slowly closing as he buries his face into the back of my hair. Breathing in the vanilla and coconut shampoo and conditioner, I found, “How do you feel about cockwarming?” I arch my back slightly, causing my ass to brush up against him.

Rick’s eyes shoot open, and his hand grips my hip as his cock twitches wildly at the words that fall from my lips. “W–What? Seriously?” Rick’s hand quickly moves to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping them. He promptly pulled his throbbing member out before yanking my jeans down, tearing the pieces of fabric until my lower half was exposed. Rick draws me closer, causing a shuddering breath to escape my lips.

Rick slides his hand between my legs, cupping my soaked core as he leans forward and whispers into my ear. “This is mine. Are we clear?” Goosebumps erupt throughout me, spreading all along my shivering form. I nod, my head thrown back as I whimper a weak yes. Grinding my hips down and into his hand. “Good girl, now relax for me.”

My body relaxes, sagging against Rick’s muscular body as he lines his thick cockhead against my entrance. A choked moan escapes my lips as he pushes in. My nails dig into Rick’s hip as he bottoms out inside me, and my walls clench around the throbbing member. “Fuck, that feels good, Officer.” I take a deep breath in and out as my body adjusts to Rick’s cock. He wraps his arms around me while we lie in each other’s arms, feeling full and content.

We lay there for a while, my eyes focused on the flames dancing around in the fireplace. My eyes flutter as Rick begins to place soft kisses along my neck. His hips start to move gently as his member slides in and out of my tight walls. “C–Can I?” I quickly nod, desperately needing him to claim me as his from the inside and out.

Rick finds my hands and entwines them. He picks up his pace as he pounds into me from behind. His other hand covers my mouth, blocking the soft moans that escape from reaching outside. His raspy voice fills the room, “you feel so good, sweetheart. So good– I wish I could stay inside you forever.” Rick squeezes my hand, thrusting deep inside me as he continues to cover me in kisses.

Sweat begins to build as our bodies heat up, and soft moans and whimpers fall from my mouth as I feel Rick deep inside my cunt. The feel of him thrusting and throbbing inside me drives me insane. His grunts cause me to clench around him before I feel my end approaching rapidly. “Ri–Rick, oh! I’m so close. Please let me cum!” His grip on me tightens, his thrusts getting harsher.

“Cum, you little whore. Squeeze my fucking cock.” His jaw clenches as my walls pulsate around him, a pleasured squeal escapes me, and my back arches causing Rick’s cock to deepen inside of me. I squeeze his hand as I cum, my juices squirting out of me and all over the both of us. “Fuck! Good fucking girl!” Rick thrusts a few more times, his balls tightening and hips stuttering before he buries himself entirely inside. As he lets go, spurts of hot white cum shoot out of his mushroom tip. Filling me to the brim, causing my eyes to the back of my head.

Rick’s member softens inside of me as we both catch our breaths, his forehead resting on the back of my head before he places a soft kiss there. My heart feels warm from the gesture. Rick holds my hand as his other wraps around my small form and pulls me flush against his chest. My walls flutter around his softened cock before we slowly drift into a peaceful slumber.

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stiles-o-dylan24 · 6 months

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negandarylsatisfaction · 1 year

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[SUMMARY PRE APOCALYPSE: Negan's wife is a feisty jealous woman but he loves it.]

Negan and Roberta

It was date night with your husband Negan and he knew what that meant. You loved your drinks and you loved to dance so he took you to one of your favorite bars for the night across town. Double dating with his friend Simon and Martha the four of you shared laughs and stories as the hours went by.

"What the hell is taking our drinks so long?" You asked looking over at the bartender across the room.

"Relax, baby. It's getting busy," Negan responded.

"Seems to me like she's just fine there chit chatting for the past half hour. I'll just get them myself," you walked on over with Martha as Negan watched you walk off.

"Your lady's a trip," Simon laughed making Negan raise his brows.

"Never a dull moment with her," Negan chuckled. Never had he dated a woman that was more dominant than he was, he was used to submissive women. You were a hot head but he liked it, it turned him on watching you ready to put anybody in their place when you had to.

"Here you go, baby" you sat on his lap as you handed him his drink. You leaned in and kissed him feeling his hand squeeze your waist, you teased him nibbling on his lip making him smirk when your favorite song came on.

"Oh me and Martha love this song," you grabbed your beer and ran off to the dance floor with her. Negan grinned as he watched you sway your hips, the green dress you wore hugging your curves just right.

"Look at her.." Negan instantly turned to a man beside him who he found watching you dance. The look on his face quickly changed as he watched how this man studied your body.

"You lost?" Negan called out over the music making the man turn to him.

"No, I just-" the man laughed.

"That woman...she's stunning-"

"Yeah that woman you're speaking of is my wife," Negan had a threatening tone and the man was quick to notice.

"I didn't mean any disrespect," Negan watched as the man turned away before he himself turned back to you. He winked at you making you smile as you continued to dance. Negan was a jealous man but being with a woman of your beauty, there was constant men looking your way.

Cracking his neck Negan stood up with his eyes still on you, he was ready to get another drink when he felt someone tap his shoulder. Turning to his side a woman smiling up at him with her hand on her hip stared up at him flirtatiously.

"Should I get you another drink?" She pointed at the empty glass in his hand.

"No thanks," he responded dryly before turning back to you.

"You sure? It comes with me on the side," she giggled but Negan wasn't amused.

"Mam, I'm a married man. Have a good night," Negan turned back to you but the woman didn't leave.

"So your wife leaves you alone looking as good as you do for another woman to get your attention?" The woman laughed as Negan sighed.

"No one else is getting my attention. See that beautiful lady over there-" he motioned towards you on the dance floor, you hadn't noticed what was going on yet.

"That's my wife, now..she's not the friendliest so I suggest you go and find yourself someone else before she notices." Negan squinted his eyes before turning back to you when the woman made her way around right in front of his face blocking his view of you.

"Here we go...-Simon sighed as he watched the woman persist.

"This chick doesn't know what she's getting herself into.." he continued under his breath.

"I'm sure your wife would just have to deal with it once I have a few words with her," she crossed her arms.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Negan spoke low as he put his glass down on the table. Now he knew very well that you could defend yourself but the thought of anyone disrespecting you still didn't sit right with him.

"Afraid I'm gonna get you in trouble?"

Negan couldn't help but laugh as he raised his brows.

"Oh I'm not afraid for me," Negan looked up and found you staring right at them.

"Shit-" he muttered low, he could already see the look in your eye, he knew what you were capable of.

"I'll deal with her," the woman laughed placing her hand on Negans arm just as she turned to you and found you eyeing her like an animal spotting it's prey.

"That little cunt," you whispered to yourself. You didn't need to hear the conversation to realize what this woman was trying to do and you weren't gonna let it slide.

"She doing what I think she's doing?" Martha whispered to you but you were to angry to respond. Negan whistled loudly getting the attention of the bar manager who was his friend and signaling for him to cut the music.

"I think it's time to go," Negan quickly walked around the woman heading towards you as you calmly grabbed a cup off a table as you walked by it.

"Baby, let's go home-"

"What the hell was she saying to you?" You asked as Negan subtly took the cup out of your hand before you snatched your arm back.

"Don't try to stop me-"

"Trust me, Roberta I know there's no stopping you." He looked down at you just as the woman caught up to you both.

"Hi, I'm guessing your husband has told you about me. I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I borrowed him for a bit" Negan squeezed his eyes shut as he heard what the woman said. She reached her hand out to you for you to shake it as you moved around Negan. Your blood was boiling, you could feel anger rising, Negan already knew how you would react. Without saying a word you grabbed the woman by her wrist and twisted it making her fall to her knees and yell.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She screamed in pain trying to get away.

"Get her off of me!" She cried out.

"I'm not doing shit, I warned you," Negan stood beside you with Simon behind.

"Now, what is it I can help you with, darling?" Your sarcastic tone made Negan smirk.

"Nothing! Just let me go!" She responded.

"Oh nothing? Are you sure? I could've sworn you just told me you wanted to borrow my husband?" The manager of the bar approached you but Negan was quick to step before you and put his hand up to stop the manager from coming any closer.

"You don't wanna do that," Negan chuckled as you remained behind him having your final words with the woman.

"Negan I can't have any problems in here-"

"Just let my wife finish, there won't be any problems. You have my word." Negan assured him before the manager walked away.

"See this is the thing, I don't like to share and I know you saw me beside my husband earlier...boy did you approach the wrong man tonight, sweetheart, " you twisted her arm harder making her whimper.

"Geez, Negan, maybe you should get in the middle now." Simon whispered as Negan watched with his arms crossed and a grin.

"I'm not getting in the middle of shit. My wife knows how to handle it." Simon watched as Negan looked at you proudly.

"Now before you think of ever approaching another woman's husband again, remember me and think twice," you threw the woman to the floor before walking over her and taking Negan by his hand leaving the bar.

"I can't fucking stand women like that," you hissed as Negan looked over at you with half a am smile.

"What are you smiling about?" You asked as you stopped right outside the bar. He licked his lips pulling you agains his body.

"This isn't funny, Negan-"

"Oh I know, baby." He quickly interjected looking down at you.

"I wasn't gonna let no damn woman try anything, it's just kinda sexy when I see you setting them straight," his words making a smile slowly appear on your lips.

"Oh is it?" You wrapped your arms around him.

"Mhm, I almost had to set some guy straight myself while you were on the dance floor."

"Is that so?" You raised your brows looking up at him.

"Mhm, I don't blame him though. You looked damn fucking good dancing, baby.." he bit his bottom lip as you felt his hands move down to your ass.

"Maybe I can do a private show for you at home..." his eyes lightened up as you felt him squeeze you. Just as he was about to speak you both were interrupted by the same woman who approached Negan now leaving the bar. She didn't say a word as she walked past the both of you, you eyed her down silently as Negan felt your arms tighten around him.

"I think you scared her," Negan whispered playfully.

"Good," you looked back up at him.

"I don't play about what's mine," you raised a brow as you spoke, you knew how much you were turning him on.

"Oh yeah?" He grinned making you laugh before he quickly pulled you back to his car.

"Let's get you home, shall we?" He spoke with excitement eager to get back with and you knew exactly what that meant for the night.

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sunshinepanic · 9 months

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Blood and Starlight - CH03

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Maybe drinking wasn't such a good idea. Waking up to a pissed off Daryl really wasn't in your plans.

Chapter Warning: Anxiety, Swearing, Angst

WC: 1,212

Note: Sorry this is taking so long. I have no excuses.

Nothing is beta read we die like men.

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Everyone at the prison was celebrating, what your not sure, maybe just the fact that you were all together and safe for once. Glenn and Rick had found a box of booze in the wardens office so everyone was sitting around drinking and socializing. Rick and Hershel are talking while Glenn and Maggie are cuddled up together seemingly in their own little world. Carl and Beth are playing with Judith and Daryl is with Carol in the corner talking quietly amongst themselves.

It's been a long time since you drank but celebrating what little you have now seems like a good reason. Your sitting on the stairs drinking from a bottle of tequila that I you snatched from the crate Rick and Glenn found, observing this little group that you’re starting to call your family. You look over and see a small smirk playing on Daryl's face from something Carol is saying. All of a sudden Beth brings Judith over to Daryl and she takes off to her cell. As you look back over to Daryl he is holding Judith feeding her a bottle and looking at her with a small smile on his face, it may just be one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

As you sit and stare you can feel your throat constrict. This room feels to small and it's getting kind of hard to breathe. You grab your bottle and quickly make your way outside of the prison ignoring the ache you feel through your entire body.

It's pouring down rain outside and it's pitch black out but you don't mind. The rain helps you calm down. You sit down on the pavement outside and let the rain soak through your clothes as you drink from the bottle of tequila and stare out at the fence. You trace the swirls of your tattoo on my left thigh through your jeans and you can feel the itch to run under your skin.

Daryl POV

I was getting ready to go on a hunting trip and Rick thought it would be a good idea for me to take Y/N along with me. Normally I would protest but I think it would be good for her to get out of here for a little bit, problem is I can't seem to find her anywhere.

I found Maggie and Glenn up in the watch tower. " Hey have you guys seen Y/N anywhere?" I asked trying not to sound panicked. Maggie scrunched her eyebrows, "If anyone would know where Y/N is it would be you. You guys are practically joined at the hip." I scoff shaking my head. " That's not true." Maggie just gives me an are you serious look while Glenn chuckles behind his hand. " Any time we want to find you or Y/N we just look for one of you because the other is usually near there. You guys like orbit around each other or something, but I haven't seen her since last night."

Now I'm worried. Y/N doesn't seem to be anywhere in the prison. I make my way back out towards my bike hoping I might be able to track her if she did leave.

About a mile down the road I spot a tequila bottle dropped on the side of the road going off into the trees. I stash my bike inside the tree line and start following the small signs through the woods. As I approach a clearing in the trees I spot a cabin. Checking the perimeter it looks to be clear.

Making my way into the cabin I notice the clothes Y/N was wearing the night before strewn across the floor. As I enter the back room I find Y/N covered by a dingy sheet fast asleep. Taking a moment to be thankful she is alright I look her over taking in the sight of her tattooed arms and the tattoos on her right leg that is sticking out of the sheet. Shaking myself out of admiring the artwork on her body I kick the cot she's sleeping on.

Y/N POV

You woke with a start. Clutching your knife in one hand holding the sheet to your body with the other. Daryl dodged you swiping at him with the knife.

As you realized it was Daryl your adrenaline calmed and you caught your breath. "Jesus Christ Daryl! What the fuck are you doing?" He looked at you in disbelief. "Me!? What the hell are you doing out here in some random fucking cabin? You took off ain't no one know where the fuck you were! I thought you were dead!" Daryl yelled in his gruff voice.

You looked up at him from behind your hair seeing in his bright blue eyes how worried and angry he actually is. You bit your lower lip. Sighing you stood up and started walking out of the room. Daryl growled, "where in the hell do you think you're going?" You turned to look back at Daryl. "I need to be about ninety percent less naked in order for me to endure this conversation that I see no way for me to get out of, so I'm going to put my clothes back on and you can rip my head off once we get back to the prison." Daryl was fuming as he shoved past her making his way outside.

The trip back to the prison was excruciatingly quiet. The tension coming off of Daryl was so bad you couldn't even bring herself to enjoy being wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Pulling up to the prison you made a beeline for your cell while Daryl got caught up telling Rick where he found you. Of course you didn't escape for long. Daryl pushed through the curtain to your cell. " You going to tell me what the fuck happened?" Huffing you turned to look at him. "Nothing I got drunk and went to get some air last night, and then I just had this urge to go outside the fence. I was going to come back." Scoffing Daryl threw his hands up, "So because you planned on coming back that's supposed to make it better?" You sighed. "I needed to get out okay? I rarely go out of the fence and I was starting to feel like a fucking caged animal. You can't tell me you don't know how that feels. I can tell you get antsy when you have been in here to long and no one questions it when you disappear for days at a time. I won't apologize for going but I will apologize for not telling someone where I was going. I didn't mean to worry you." Daryl growled "Whatever, fucking tell someone next time so I don't end up having to be your fucking babysitter I got better shit to do." Daryl grunted and made his way out of your cell. You yelled after him, "I never fucking asked you to come find me!" You got no response and collapsed into your bed. You could feel a familiar burning in Y/E/C eyes but you refused to cry. You hadn't cried since you lost your family and you damn sure weren’t going to cry over Daryl Dixon.

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illusiondixon · 2 years

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Origin of Dog

Daryl Dixon x Y/N

a/n: this is a different origin with dog but with the reader instead and a different storyline cause fuck Leah

You walked along the woods holding a giant stick as a cane while walking

You dropped the stick once you heard rustling in the bush

You held up your bow and aimed it to the bush, preparing for a walker to climb out but instead, it was a sick puppy

You aimed your bow down and said in a calming tone “Look at you buddy”

The Belgian Malinois puppy looked up at you and walked over slowly

You knelled down and the puppy put his head on your knee

You pet his head softly and looked at him

You could see his bones and he looked drowsy

“Why don’t you come back with me okay buddy?”

The dog whined and you picked him up carefully, bringing him back to you and Daryl’s cabin

. . .

You kicked open the door and sat the dog down on the couch

You went into the kitchen and grabbed the canned meat you and daryl found while on a supply run

You poured it in a bowl and set it down in front of the dogs face

He sniffed the bowl then reached over, diving in

You smiled then went back int the kitchen grabbing another bowl

You walked outside and poured water in the bowl

You walked back inside and saw that all the food was gone

You replaced the bowl with the one in your hand and he devoured the water as well

You pet his head as he was drinking the water, some splashing on your hand and on the couch

“What am I gonna tell Daryl?”

The dog turned his head, looking at you and whining

You smiled and said “Well you’re smart, aren’t you?”

He barked which was like a yelp

The door opened slowly revealing Daryl with a blank look

He had his crossbow on his back while he was holding a rabbit

“Why did I just hear a bark?”

The dog barked again and you smiled

He moved around the couch, facing the dog who was staring at him

“y/n…”

“He came to me you can’t blame me”

“How are we suppose to take care of a dog in this?”

“We’ll figure it out, we always do”

“y/n…”

“Come on please” you begged like a child

He pet the puppy head and said “Alright we can keep him”

“Yay” you said petting the dog as well.

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raewritesfiction · 11 months

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Part 1 - An Arrow to The Knee

Warnings: Fluff. Smut - hand jobs, oral, ass play. Saliva.

Word count: 2,014

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Hilltop had been quiet for the last few days and while everyone was enjoying the peace, Daryl and Jesus had taken the time to keep their skills sharp; fearing it was a calm before a storm.

Jesus had spent time teaching Daryl how to use a staff and improve his already good knife skills. He had explained repeatedly that a crossbow was all well and good until he ran out of bolts.

“That’s why I go back and collect ‘em..” Daryl had smirked when Jesus had swiped his feet out from under him and pinned him to the floor. The pair had laughed and Jesus had conceded that his partner did in fact make a good point.

Since everything had settled the armoury had added the addition of a munitions workshop which had successfully stocked the once bare shelves with every kind of projectile available to be made or scavenged; including various tipped bolts for all Daryl’s needs.

Today after a couple of days doing various chores around Hilltop, meetings and planning out their next recon areas, Daryl had promised to teach Jesus how to use his crossbow. It had been an ongoing conversation that had ended many times with Jesus pouting in Daryl’s arms because he’d been told no. It wasn’t that Daryl was being mean, it was just that his crossbow was a little temperamental and if it wasn’t reloaded the correct way it could go off on a hair trigger. Daryl seemed to have the magic touch.

Daryl had sighed and agreed to teach him after he had modified it a little and the hair trigger problem seemed to be fewer and further between issues. He had set up a special target area for the crossbow and many bows they had accumulated, once they had been settled at Hilltop. Everyone wanted it placed somewhere where a stray arrow or bolt wasn’t going to be an issue.

Once Daryl had let it known he was teaching Jesus his crossbow use, the group had joked they’d keep the target area clear for those days, just in case he missed.

Jesus walked towards the target line and ran his fingers through his hair as he tied in back out of his face. Daryl watched with a smirk on his face as he lined up the bolts they’d be using for the practice.

“What’s that look for?” Jesus stood with a hand on his hip.

“Nothin’..” Daryl lied and winked. “Just enjoyin’ the view.”

Jesus smiled and stepped closer to look at the bolts. He’d done a collection run for Daryl plenty of times but had never taken any notice of their appearance before. They were custom and made to Daryl’s own specifications; running a little longer than the pre-apocalypse bolts he had used until he started experimenting with making his own to keep up his supply.

Daryl held out the crossbow to Jesus and nodded “get a feel for the ol’ girl.”

“Why is it a girl?” He tilted his head.

“Treat her wrong and she’ll go off…” he answers simply. Jesus nodded in agreement before turning the crossbow over in his hands and looking at its workings. Daryl stood close and carefully explained how everything went together before realising his boyfriend only needed to know how to load it, aim it and fire it.

Jesus smiled softly and kissed Daryl’s cheek “thank you, so how do I load it… safely?”

Picking up a bolt from the table behind them, Daryl took the cross bow and demonstrated. “It’s honestly not hard, it’s just that she’s a bit picky. I think I have that sorted, but just in case make sure you aim at the ground when you load her.” Next he showed Jesus how to correctly support it against his shoulder and brace himself.

“There’s not really any recoil like a gun but she packs a punch because of the modifications I’ve made so she can certainly throw you off balance.” Daryl fires the bolt and grins when he hits the bullseye without even trying.

“Show off.” Jesus jokes and takes the offered crossbow, picking up a bolt and talking himself through the short process of loading it. Keeping his finger off the trigger he let Daryl stand behind him and help position the butt of the crossbow; easily wrapping his arms around Jesus he supported the weight to help.

“Okay, much like firing a gun you gotta keep your breathing steady, use the sight at the top to aim..and squeeze the trigger.” Daryl speaks against Jesus’ ear, keeping his voice quiet.

Deep in concentration, trying to keep his breathing steady while his boyfriend was literally breathing down his neck, Jesus took aim and squeezed the trigger. He huffed when he only got an outer ring.

“You’ll get there, practice is all you need. The weight distribution is different from a gun is all.”

Jesus nods and picks up another bolt from the table, Daryl steps back and watches him load up the crossbow and take aim again. He continues to watch intently as the man before him takes his time and squeezes the trigger. An inner ring this time.

“See, you’re getting closer already!” Daryl exclaims proudly.

The next two hours sees Jesus follow instructions until they’re second nature and he’s firing bolts one after another.

“Okay one bolt left!” He grins “I’m gonna get a bullseye, I can feel it!”

Daryl pulls out the bolts from the target and spins when he hears a yell from Jesus.

“Fuck!” He screams and clasps his hands around his foot, falling to his knee.

“What?! What happened?” Daryl rushes over and drops down, finding a bolt through his boyfriend’s foot.

“I was loading it and it just… went off..”

“We need to get you to the medical unit.” Daryl looks up from his position on the floor “but we gotta get the bolt out of the ground.”

Jesus groans in pain at the thought “dare I ask how?”

Daryl leans in close against his ear “I’ll help you.”

“Uh huh… again… how?” Jesus repeated.

“I hold the bolt, and we pull at the same time.” He offers. “Move your foot and the bolt together. Your foot is too close to the ground to fit anything under to cut the bolt.”

He thinks and then nods, carefully getting back up “I’m gonna need to lean on you.”

Daryl stands and wraps his arm around Jesus “okay we go on three.”

“On or after?”

“On.. dead on three.”

“Oh god I hope not… it’s just my foot!” He smiles trying to lighten the moment.

Daryl rolls his eyes and leans down, gripping the bolt. “You ready, oh comedic one?” He waits for Jesus to answer and then counts, both of the men pulling on three.

Jesus gritted his teeth and held back a scream of pain, panting once his foot was free from the ground; he found himself swiftly lifted and being carried across to the medical unit.

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Daryl had sat waiting outside the room Jesus was being treated in; he’d wanted to be there and help him through the pain that was coming his way. No local anaesthetic made removals of arrows and bolts painful but Enid had learned how to make a gentle general anaesthetic which at the very least eased symptoms for just long enough. Dr Carson had worked quickly and Daryl heard him dictating clearly that the bolt had missed bone and anything detrimental; it was quite literally a flesh wound. Daryl had sighed with relief and waited as patiently as possible to be called in.

Dr Carson opens the door and offers a smile “wanna come in?”

Daryl moved at lightning speed and followed him in then over to where Jesus was recovering from the anaesthesia. He was woozy and slurring but he was conscious at least.

“He may be a little nauseous because of the sedative mix but otherwise he’ll be okay. I just want him to be awake enough to sit himself up and then I’m happy to release him into your care.”

Daryl nods “thanks doc, I appreciate it.”

He nods and pulls a partition across before walking to his desk while Daryl takes a seat beside Jesus and threads their fingers together.

“How you feeling?” Daryl keeps his voice quiet.

“Dizzy?” He turns his head. “Headachey… like I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer.”

Daryl nods and rubs his thumb across Jesus’ knuckle “I guess I didn’t fix the crossbow as good as I thought… I’m so sorry Paul..” he sighs and rubs his face “I’ll take a better look at it later.” Jesus smiles at the use of his proper name, few people called him by it but Daryl always made sure to do so.

“It’s not your fault, honestly. It was an accident. I shouldn’t have had my foot in the way. I’ll remember next time.” He half laughs and then giggles “I shot myself in the foot…”

Daryl smiles and then laughs with him “fuck you’re adorable.”

“I don’t know why it’s so funny but… it is!”

Daryl continues to laugh with him and rests his forehead down against their hands while Jesus laughs out comments about how it was meant to be an arrow to the knee.

“I think it’s the drugs making everything a bit woozy and funny, you’ll be okay…” Daryl looks around and notes the privacy screen, “is there anything I can do to make this up to you?”

“Oh? What were you thinking? You wanna take advantage of me?”

“I was thinking that you could take advantage of your position right now… you’re always such a giver… maybe I can give you something…” Daryl snakes his hand under the blanket covering Jesus. “But you’re gonna have to learn to be quiet..”

Jesus’ eyes dart around and he smirks, under any other circumstances both the men knew well this would never happen but after the adrenaline of the accident and the sedative still wearing off it was only a small risk.

Daryl wraps his hand around Jesus’ hardening cock “just thinking about it getting you excited?”

He nods and licks his lips, squeezing Daryl’s hand and silently urging him on. The man obliges and frees him from the confines of his pants fully, playfully stroking his fingers from base to tip to tease. Jesus closes his eyes and concentrates on keeping his breathing steady; “please..” he mouths and smiles when Daryl wraps his hand around him fully, jerking him slowly.

Jesus had found out that Daryl’s rough and work calloused hands could be surprisingly soft and gentle when the time called for it. He worked along the full length of his cock, twisting his hand and rubbing his thumb over the underside.

“I can’t hold on..” Jesus whispered and reached to pull Daryl closer until their lips were touching in a passionate kiss.

“Then don’t..” Daryl whispers back and speeds up his hand, spreading the sticky precum leaking from Jesus’ cock. He holds back a grunt and kisses Daryl, his release covering the hand around his length.

The door to the room opens and Rick can be heard asking questions; news of the minor incident had already spread. Daryl quickly cleans Jesus and himself up with a nearby towel and holds back a shy giggle.

“….yes he’s fine. It was a deep flesh wound caused by a crossbow bolt…. which he shot himself with. Nobody else was involved.”

By the time the privacy screen was pulled back Daryl and Jesus were sitting talking about the safety changes needing to be made to the crossbow.

“As you can see, he’s fine. I’ll need to see you again in seven days for stitches and I’ll need you to keep an eye out for signs of infection. No heavy work or long walks for a while yet.”

Jesus nods “no worries, there’s plenty to do around here.”

“I’ll make sure he behaves.” Daryl smiles.

Rick laughs and jokes “You? You’re a bad enough influence anyway, he makes you behave…”

“Maybe,” Jesus smirks. “Sometimes.”

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jesuschristt-thatsaprettyface · 8 months

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he just like me for real

#i rewatched this ep the other day and this line was a jumpscare ok i am living this #aside from not having a roomie to share my fics with lol #nick miller #new girl #twd #the walking dead #fan fiction #mine #rickyl #daryl dixon #daryl x rick

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sadslay · 3 months

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Heyy :) Do you do Rickyl?? If you do, can I request for a Daryl x Female Reader x Rick, After the prison fell, everyone went their own directions - what would Rickyl's reaction to seeing Reader for the first time in weeks maybe a month? Established poly relationship hehe

- ALIVE ⋆☆ 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

warnings — very short, some fluff

your attention was pulled up from your flail as the gates began to roll open, the very sound of the rusted wheels running along the bitumen reminded you of your arrival a few weeks prior. the gate soon revealed a large group of maybe ten or more people, all of them looking tired at first glance but upon closer inspection they looked somewhat familiar.

you quickened your pace as the group flinched at a rustling in some near by bushes, finally getting close enough to realize why their faces had looked so familiar. you dropped your flail, the loud clanking of the metal causing the group’s attention to turn to you. you could have sworn your heart stopped, in fact you could have sworn time stopped as your eyes met daryls. within milliseconds he had dropped the opossum and his crossbow before he began running towards you. All of his belongings fell to the ground as you met in the middle, wrapping your around each other so tightly it almost heart.

“you’re alive.” you breathed into his neck, you voice riddled with disbelief as you held onto him tightly, too scared to let go in fear that he might disappear. “i thought i lost you.”

daryl stayed silent, basking in your presence as you tightly held onto his torso. “y/n?” a familiar voice questioned.

almost terrified to pull away, you peered over daryls shoulder to find a large portion of familiar faces from the prison. glenn, who had just called out to you had a smile plastered on his lips as a laugh fell from his lips.

“holy shit.” you smiled, the very sight of the people you called family almost bringing you to tears. you looked back at daryl who was still holding onto you tightly, the very look in his eyes making you feel safety and warmth. “i missed you so god damn much.” you muttered, planting a kiss on daryls prickly, dirtied cheek.

“missed yer too.” he grumbled, his voice sounding weak still caught in the moment of shock.

as you pulled away from daryl, you looked past him to find rick handing judith to carl. the very sight almost bringing you to tears as rick hurriedly began to walk towards you with open arms. together you met in the middle as you jumped into his arms - your legs wrapping around his waist in the process - , the scruff of his bread tickling your cheek as he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips

“beard’s gettin’ a little long don’t ya think?” you giggled, your feet reconnecting with the ground as you slightly pulled back to find rick laughing along with you. after his laughter simmered down, one hand remaining on your lower waist while the other rose to cradle your cheek. his thumb wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes as you whispered, “i thought i’d lost both of you.”

“we’re here now.” he smiled, the pair of you almost forgetting about the crowd of people watching you.

“come on in guys!” arron spoke calming, his voice sounding exhausted as he ushered the others in.

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later that night as everyone began to settle into your home - their things scattered across your living and dining room floor - you found yourself watching from the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“yer think we can trust this place?” daryl asked as he leant up against the kitchen counter by your side, his shoulder brushing up against yours.

you looked up, admiring each detail of his face in case it would be the last time you saw it before smiling, “mmhmm.” you hummed.

in a synchronized motion, you both turned back to look at the others. your eyes were drawn right to rick as he was nursing judith while talking to carl, the very action bringing a warmth to your heart that you had almost forgotten.

“he missed ya.” daryl spoke in a low whisper, his attention now focused on rick. “he didn’t stop worryin’ about yer either.” he added. “we really thought we’d never see ya again.” daryl continued quietly, his words causing you to pull your eyes away from rick to look up into his eyes.

instead of replying you simply rested your head on daryls shoulder as you turned your focus back to the group and as everyone began to settle in you we’re reminded of a time many months ago. a simpler time when the threat of uncertainty was a hell of a lot smaller and the community you had built had become your family.

for a brief moment you indulged yourself in the memory of the prison and the sanctuary it offered you, the opportunities it offered you and the people it introduced to you. you were so incredibly grateful for that prison, because without it, you would never have met daryl or rick.

pulling you out of your thoughts was daryls soft horse voice, “come on.”

“where are we goin’?” you asked in a low whisper, straightening yourself back up before noticing rick wandering towards the front door.

daryl didn’t reply, he only began to follow ricks lead by walking towards the front door as everyone began to fall asleep. you quietly followed the pair before joining them on the dimly lit porch, where daryl had already begun lighting a cigarette.

“can’t believe you smoke that stale shit.” you laughed weakly, propping yourself up onto the balustrade while the pair stood in front of you.

daryl replied with a low grumble before letting out a cloud of smoke while the cigarette remained between his lips. “they been lookin’ after you?” daryl asked, his head motioning to some of the locals walking by.

“been lookin’ after myself.” you quipped, earning a chuckle from both men.

you stuck you hand out, motioning for daryl to give you the cigarette. as he obliged you placed the stale cigarette between you lips before taking in a deep breath. a cough erupted from your chest as you gave back the cigarette.

rick stepped closer to you, his hand resting on your knee before it began to snake up to your hip. “we’re here now.” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss on your cheekbone. “we’ll take care of ya.” he continued, his lips meeting yours.

it was a kiss you had longed for, for many months. it started out slow and soft, but quickly grew into something more. a soft gasp feel from your lip as you felt another hand on your thigh.

“i missed you.” you breathed, parting with ricks lips just for a moment. “i missed you both.”

☆𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭☆

a/n - this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS! i also don’t know if i like :/

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bartxnhood · 1 year

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back to me | d.d

gif not mine

daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary: after the fall of the prison, you begin looking for your family again. especially, daryl. the one you loved most.

warnings: typical twd violence, blood, wounds, choking, etc.

a/n: this is just a small blurb i came up with while rewatching twd, so enjoy !! feedback is appreciated

not proofread

requests open

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you held judith in your arms, hushing her cries the small cabin fell silent as martin wrapped his arms around your neck, gradually tightening his grip. “back off!” martin yelled. tyreese started, “please. please.” he held his hands up after giving up his weapons. walkers surrounded the cabin, banging on the windows and door. judith’s screams and cries causing chaos.

“go outside.” martin continued, each second tyreese wasn’t cooperating, his grip around your throat was tightening. “go outside!” he yelled again. tyreese looked at you, “go” you gasped.

finally, he stepped back opening the wooden door and disappearing with the walkers. you close your eyes letting the tears stain your cheeks, as you heard the struggle.

martin finally released, hurrying over to the knife your friend dropped and cut off the restraint. “cynthia, do you copy?” he held the radio, but nothing was coming through. the loud noises finally ceased, and judith finally calmed down after your endless cooes and shushes.

he walked over to the door, holding his knife. ready to face whatever was beyond the door. then, busting the door down tyreese appeared and grabbed martin, talking him to the ground. you couldn’t face the scene unraveling in front of you. you scurried into the corner with your eyes closed, and judith to your chest.

when it was over, tyreese stood up and it fell silent. you opened your eyes, meeting with your friend.

tyreese helped you up, holding your side for support. you still clinging onto judith. “you okay?” he huffed, you nodded wiping the tears from your cheeks. “thanks, ty.” he nodded and began to lead you out of the cabin into the light.

“carol should be back soon, for now, it’s jus a waitin game” he held your side, comforting you the best he could.

so, that’s exactly what the two of you did. and it wasn’t very long before you saw the figures of your group approaching, carol leading them.

you saw rick first, who immediately saw his baby. alongside carl they came running and scooped the child in their arms, then hugged you softly. “thank you.” when he pulled away, your eyes began searching for daryl.

his eyes met with yours, he hurriedly ran to you. “oh god” you cried, holding him tightly. you were safe, in his arms. he had been hoping, praying to any god that heard him just to make sure you’d be safe. he held onto that hope, he knew you were strong. he never doubted that. daryl pulled back, looking over your current state. “you okay?”

you nodded, also looking at his injuries. “your face..” he shocked him. “‘m fine. swear.” he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, just wanting to be held. tears brimmed the both of your eyes, his quiet sobs filled the air followed by your sniffles.

later that night, sitting somewhere in the woods, you were accompanied by daryl. you tried your best to clean up his cuts with the little supplies you had, he insisted he was fine. you finally admitted, “i thought i lost you.” daryl watched you, dropping your bag to the forest floor. “nah. never” he reached for you hand, holding you gently.

his hands were coarse, but you missed it. you knew most people would be put off by that, but to you, his touch made you feel at home. daryl stared at you, examining every little detail, afraid of letting you slip through his hands.

he sat up, “yer neck” carefully using his left hand to brush your hair that was sticking to your neck, pointing to the now bruise forming. “what happened?” looking up from your bag, you met with his eyes yet again. “in the cabin” you swallowed, “there was one of the guys from terminus, at first we had him under control but then he..” you sighed, recalling judith’s cries. “he held me and judith hostage, i guess you could say. chokehold.”

fire burned behind daryl’s eyes, the sudden urge to find this guy and rip him to shreds. he stood up but you pulled him back down. “dar” you shook your head. he opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t. nothing would come out.

“ty took care of it. he saved me.” you shook your head, holding eye contact. “i’m okay, i promise.”

daryl looked away, eyes dancing around on the ground as he chewed his gums trying to find out what to say. your hand rested on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “it isn’t your fault. you couldn’t have known” he shook his head, finally returning to your gaze. “i shoulda been there”

“you couldn’t have known. it’s okay, i’m okay now, im here and you’re here.” you assured, you cupped his face. “we’re okay” daryl huffed, but you were right. you always here. “m’kay”

you kissed his nose, “okay” you smiled.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon fan fiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine

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imyourbratzdoll · 11 months

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥❦

summary - rick and daryl kidnap you on a run, deciding to edge you for no reason.

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stiles-o-dylan24 · 7 months

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|| Daryl Dixon x Maddie Green || TWD Rewrite || TAGLIST || • DADDIE🎶 • SHIPS OF YAIN •

Season One

Chapter 1 - Days Gone Bye

Chapter 2 - Guts

Chapter 3 - Tell It to the Frogs

Chapter 4 - Vatos

Chapter 5 - Wildfire

Chapter 6 - TS-19

Season Two

Chapter 7 - What Lies Ahead

Chapter 8 - Bloodletting

Chapter 9 - Save the Last One

Chapter 10 - Cherokee Rose

Chapter 11 - Chupacabra

Chapter 12 - Secrets

Chapter 13 - Pretty Much Dead Already

Chapter 14 - Nebraska

Chapter 15 - Triggerfinger

Chapter 16 - 18 Miles Out

Chapter 17 - Judge, Jury, Executioner

Chapter 18 - Better Angels

Chapter 19 - Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3

Chapter 20 - Seed

Chapter 21 - Sick

Chapter 23 - Walk with Me

Chapter 24 - Killer Within

Chapter 25 - Say the Word

Chapter 26 - Hounded

Chapter 27 - When the Dead Come Knocking

Chapter 28 - Made to Suffer

Chapter 29 - The Suicide King

Chapter 30 - Home

Chapter 31 - I Ain't a Judas

Chapter 32 - Clear

Chapter 33 - Arrow on the Doorpost

Chapter 34 - Prey

Chapter 35 - This Sorrowful Life

Chapter 36 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season Four

Chapter 37 -

Season Five

Season Six

Season Seven

Season Eight

Season Nine

Season Ten

Season Eleven

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[SUMMARY: Negan finds out his daughters best friend works at a strip club after running into her and can’t help his attraction towards her.]

Semi smut

Negan and Maria PART ONE

Graduating college was just around the corner, you and Ana were both busting your asses studying and writing papers every week.

“Well Shit, that’s a whole lot of reading you two have going on there,” Ana’s dad Negan raised his brows as he looked at all the open books that lay before the both of you.

“We got a big test coming up, so we really have to prepare.” Ana explained as Negan watched you highlight certain parts of a paper. Every Sunday night the two of you would get together and work on projects for class.

“Yeah, now I have to actually get going. I took an extra shift at work.” You stood up and grabbed your purse to leave.

“So late?” Negan asked with a raised brow.

“Um yeah, they needed someone for late night stocking and I needed the money, so why not?” You laughed nervously. It wasn’t a complete lie, you did need the extra money but it wasn’t doing what everyone thought you were doing. There was a small strip club in town called the Sweet Martini Lounge that you had worked in once a week. After struggling more with bills and school you decided to work a few extra nights.

After leaving Ana’s house, you went straight to the strip club and began to get ready in the locker room. Make up wasn’t really your thing but when you danced, you wore a lot of it. Taking your hair loose out of a bun you teased it a bit and eventually changed into your outfit. Wearing a holographic corset and thong with thigh high boots, you looked at yourself once more in the mirror before heading off to the stage.

So far the night was good, already you made a few hundred dollars. Taking a break you walked to the back and freshened up your hair and make up not knowing your best friends father was now making his way in the strip club. This strip club in particular was one of Negans favorite places to go to but of course, you didn’t know that. How could you? He usually stopped by on your days off but last minute decided to stop by today.

Negan sat down with his drink in hand, right before the stage with one of his close friends Simon just as you came out for another dance.

“Look that’s the new girl I saw last week that I told you about,” Simon leaned towards Negan making him look up, first getting a view of you from behind.

“She’s gotta nice ass,” Negan smirked as he was about to take a sip of his drink just as you turned around. He froze holding the glass to his lips when he noticed it was you, his daughters best friend.

“Maria-“ he whispered with furrowed brows as he watched you swing your hips from side to side. You looked so damn different, you had make up on, your locks were loose and not to mention you were half naked. His eyes slowly going down your body as you moved sensually, Negan had never seen you like this before.

“I know, I had the same reaction when I first saw her too,” Simon laughed as Negan stared at you in silence. It almost felt wrong for him to look at you this way but he couldn’t help it. The way you moved your body, the way you shook your ass…

“Jesus Christ..” Negan whispered before looking away and chugging down his drink. He shouldn't look at you, he shouldn't allow himself to do it…but he did.

“Oh yeah take it off!” Simon screamed with excitement as you exposed your breasts making Negan look back up at you. He rubbed his facial hair struggling to not look uneasy.

“Fuck..” he whispered. Going back and fourth in his mind if he should stay or if he should leave, was he wrong for wanting to look? Again his eyes were mesmerized by your figure, your movements, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Making your way down the side steps to dance around the main floor, you smiled and teased the men with a wink as they threw money your way when you suddenly turned and saw Negan. The crowd around you cheering as another woman stepped out to dance, you stood still in shock with your eyes on him, his eyes on you.

“Mr.Smith-“ you gasped suddenly realizing you were half naked in front of him and ran off to the changing room. No one noticing as more dancers filled up the stage, Negan was no longer focusing on anything else around him. He had seen you and now you had seen him, he had no idea how you were going to react.

Rushing into the changing room you sat down and began to hyperventilate. This wasn’t suppose to be something anyone you knew saw you doing. Not even your own best friend knew of this but now her father did. Being in such shock yourself you didn’t notice his expression when looking at you. He seemed frustrated yet impressed. Frustrated at the fact that he was so impressed with how you looked.

“How embarrassing..” you whispered to yourself not having any idea that he actually liked what he saw. You couldn’t go back out there tonight, you refused to. Lying to your boss, you told him you didn’t feel well and left out back. Waiting for your cab you heard a few men come out front, of course turning to see it was Negan and his friend.

“Shit-“ you whispered turning your back to them when his friend noticed you just as your cab pulled up.

“Hey, you were great tonight Roxy. Have a great right.” You watched as Negan stood beside him before giving Simon a quick smile and getting inside the cab.

“Roxy?” Negan muttered looking over at Simon.

“Yeah, that’s her name.” Simon walked around the car leaving Negan to watch your cab drive off.

“Roxy huh,” he whispered to himself with a smirk before turning and getting in the car.

Thankfully Negan never told Ana where he saw you or that he saw you at all, you were sure she would’ve mentioned something about it by now. She invited you over that week as she usually did to go over some notes. You hesitated to go, not being sure if you could look at Negan in the eye again after knowing he saw you half naked at a strip club. Yet, a part of you knew Ana would find it weird if you didn’t go, you had been on the same routine with her for months.

That afternoon you arrived at her house and got straight to the books with her. The two of you sat in the living room going over the usual paper work just as you heard Negan getting home. Your heart began to race, you didn’t dare look up, you couldn’t.

“Hi Ana…..Maria,” the sound in his voice as he said your name was different. You looked up as Ana kept her eyes in her book distracted in whatever she was reading. Negan stared at you for a moment with half a smile before winking at you and leaving the room. Feeling like you had been holding your breath, you sighed and went back to reading.

Time had passed and you both started to get hungry, you hadn’t seen Negan since he walked in earlier and slowly you started to get over your nerves.

“I’ll go get us some snacks,” you stood up and left to the kitchen. Your back to the door, you looked in the top cabinet for a box of cookies you had bought with you earlier that you could not find. Focused on your search you didn’t hear when Negan stepped in. He stood by the doorway silently watching as you tip toed and couldn’t help but look down at your body. Wearing a blue pair of shorts you gave him a perfect view of your legs.

“Looking for something?” You gasped as you turned and found Negan by the door.

“I-um. No..I mean yes-“ Negan squinted his eyes with a chuckle as he noticed how nervous you became.

“Yes…I had bought cookies that-“ you cut yourself off as Negan walked towards you, stopping right beside you and grabbing the box of cookies out of the next top cabinet.

“Oh,” you smiled nervously as Negan placed the box on the counter beside you.

“Thank you, Mr.Smith.” Still you couldn’t look him in the eye, but that didn’t stop him. He moved closer to you not giving you any choice but to look up at him as you stumbled back.

“My pleasure-“ he spoke in a deep rough voice.

“Roxy,” your lips parted at the name he called you before he turned and left the kitchen. You felt your cheeks turn a soft shade of red, something about the way he said your name sounded…sexy?

“No, get a grip, Maria” you whispered to yourself before leaving the kitchen and going back to the living room.

Negan didn’t come back out for the rest of your time there, you found yourself looking up the stairs waiting for his appearance at times. Truth was, he couldn’t risk seeing you in front of his daughter. The man grew a sexual attraction towards you that he didn’t think he could hide…at least for now. It was already getting late and you had to be home soon, you wouldn’t be back at Ana’s until next week but you had work at the strip club that weekend. You couldn’t help but wonder if Negan would return.

It was Saturday night again at Sweet Martini Lounge, you danced for a few men that evening and made a good amount of money. Having a break in the back, you sat down just as one of the other girls tapped you on the shoulder.

“Roxy, someone’s looking for you.”

“For me?” You asked confusing figuring it might have been one of the regulars until you stepped out and found Negan and Simon sitting in a private section.

“Oh-“ although you wondered if Negan would return, you didn’t think he actually would. Taking a deep breath, trying your best not to seem nervous, you walked to their section as they both greeted you with a smile.

“Roxy, my friend here wanted to personally meet you,” Simon began as you looked over at Negan who had a smirk on his face.

“Oh did he?” You spoke softly just as Negan stood up.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks,” Simon walked off leaving you and Negan alone, you suddenly were finding it hard to look him in the eye again.

“So Roxy-“ he emphasized on your name.

“This is what you do, huh?” He looked down at your body, his eyes stopping at the extra cleavage you showed tonight.

“Listen, I don’t need a lecture. Yes this is what I do for myself-“

“Hey hey…easy sweetheart…” he looked up at you.

“Do what you gotta do, shit I’m not complaining…I just..” once again his eyes falling to your body.

“Didn’t know you had all that going on under there..,” he chuckled before biting his bottom lip. You didn't know how to respond, was Negan flirting with you?

“Does Ana know where you are?” You blurt out not exactly sure where this conversation was going.

“Now why would I tell her that?” He squinted his eyes as he tilted his head.

“I…I don’t know..I just-“ losing your train of thought as Negan began to slowly step closer to you, you realized that was a stupid question.

“What are you so nervous about?”

“I’m not nervous,” you insisted making him laugh.

“Oh but you are,” he responded intimidatingly as he towered over you. Of course you were, your best friends dad was at a strip club you worked at looking at you in a way he never had. It was intimidating although a part of you…liked it. This is what made it much more confusing. It felt flattering to have his attention, you yourself had never looked at Negan this way. Just as you were about to respond, Simon returned with drinks for him and Negan.

“I better go back,” you used Simons appearance as a distraction to leave when he stopped you.

“Wait before you leave-“ Simon handed you a fifty dollar bill.

“Give my buddy here a nice lap dance, he’s had a long day. He could use a pick me up,” Simon laughed. Negan grinned with excitement but just as you hesitated your boss walked by the table giving you a look. You knew you had to do it. It wasn’t that you had an actual problem with it…it was just something you never expected to do.

“I’m gonna get me a dance from one of those lovely girls over there, I’ll see you in a bit.” Simon walked off excitedly leaving you once again alone with Negan.

Standing in silence, Negan stood before you with a grin across his face.

“So how about that dance?” He sat down comfortably, legs open adjusting his pants as he leaned back and waited for you to take over.

“You really want me to do this?” You asked taking a deep breath.

“Don’t you? What’s the matter, sweetheart. I’ve seen how good you can move those hips, a little dance won’t hurt.”

“Ana could never know,” you responded softly.

“Ana is the last thing on my mind” he responded bluntly.

“Alright, fine.” You gave in and adjusted your outfit which was a black corset with a simple thong. A new song started as you looked down at Negan and began to let your body feel the sensual beat. This was just a dance like any other you tried to convince yourself getting yourself back in to Roxy mode. Walking towards him you began to feel yourself as he watched with excitement. Turning around his eyes quickly caught your ass right before you faced him once again as you stopped right before him. Leaning your hands on his knees brushing them up his thighs, your face was close to his as he never broke eye contact with you.

“Remember Mr. Smith, no touching.” Your seductive voice excited him as he lifted both hands up with a playful smile.

“Yes mam,” Standing up straight you unexpectedly turned back around moving your hips close to him as you swung them side to side. He watched as you continued to back up towards him before sitting on his lap and leaning yourself back on to him. He didn’t say a word but you could feel his excitement as you suddenly turned around and straddled him. Being face to face with Negan while straddling him was something you never thought you would experience. His eyes were glued to yours as you began to slowly dance on him. Grinding your hips in a circular motion as you held on to him. Throwing your head back you moved your body harder on him, slowly removing your corset before throwing it to the side. You instantly felt Negans body tense up as you exposed your breasts, you could feel him slightly pushing up. The temptation to touch you becoming harder to resist. Your breasts close to his face you suddenly felt his hands grab your waist yet you found yourself not stopping him…you didn’t want to. He slid his tongue between his teeth as he squeezed you when you began to feel him getting noticeably hard.

“You feel that?” He whispered as he breathed harder. Of course you felt it, all you had on was a thong.

“Tell me you’re not enjoying this..?” He continued, you found yourself struggling to respond.

“It’s just a dance-“ you raised a brow trying to compose yourself.

“I do this all the time,” you did your best to show that you were in control, you tried to at least.

“Is that so?” He continued as he looked up at you as you continued to move.

“Does your pussy usually get wet like this for the other men?” His blunt question making you freeze, your reaction making him chuckle. Negan could feel the warmth coming from between your legs, it wasn’t hard to tell you were aroused.

“Don’t be shy about it, you turn me on…I turn you on…I’m flattered.” He grinned as you stared at him at a loss for words. Your best friends father turning you on? What the hell had gotten into you.

“I think this dance is done,” you whispered as you climbed off of him and stood straight.

“You didn’t have to stop, sweetheart,” he adjusted his crotch area as you quickly put your top piece back on.

“I think it was best I did,” you responded softly.

Negan licked his bottom lip as he leaned forward with a sneaky look.

“No one has to know I turn you on, your secrets safe with me.”

“I should go, goodnight.” You quickly walked off to the back leaving Negan chuckling to himself.

Negan was right, he was turning you on in a way you never had been aroused before. The excitement it gave you knowing you also turned him on, truth was you didn’t want to stop dancing on him. You wanted to feel more of him, the fact that you wanted more of him made you feel overwhelmed. How could you be so turned on by Ana’s dad? Shaking your head you changed up your clothes and left for the night. All you wanted to do was get in bed, and once you did, you could only fantasize about Negan.

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✨️Updating My Taglists✨️

Yup... Definitely have to do that, 'cause it's quite a bit a mess. 🥴 Therefore, we're gonna do that now. 😊

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Save a Prayer

Sonny x Prostitute! Fem reader

Synopsis: You’re a prostitute at a brothel when a sexy biker drops by for some fun. This was inspired by the EODM’s cover of Save a Prayer, and my desire to let this man do whatever he wants to me.

Word count: 1.8k

No description of reader besides being fem. The picture is just for aesthetic purposes.

Additionally, this is my interpretation of how a brothel in the 60’s might work. It is definitely inaccurate. Please don’t look to me for education purposes lol. This is also my interpretation of Sonny. I briefly researched the real Sonny and watched the Bikeriders trailers like 7 times for reference.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, porn with little plot, unprotected p in v (DON’T DO THIS), reader is a prostitute (DON’T DO THIS EITHER), dom! Sonny, implied age gap (no ages mentioned), mentions of alcohol and drug use, oral m! receiving, facefucking, doggy style sex, spanking, mirror sex, objectification, degradation and humiliation via dirty talk, bodily fluids, I’m sure there are more I missed. It’s just filthy y’all.😳 Don’t read if you aren’t comfortable!

It was another bustling night at the Madam Eve’s Whorehouse, and it became overly crowded when a noisy group of bikers rolled in. You watched the large group from your spot on the velvet couch, looking for potential customers. Despite the crowds, you hadn’t had much action today. The men seemingly only wanted to flirt and browse, but this raucous group might change that.

You noticed Sonny first. He was two sheets to the wind already and probably strung out on God knows what else. He was stumbling over his feet and words, flirting with any woman who breathed in his vincinity. He made his way into the room, and everyone seemed to follow him. He must be the leader of this biker group. You watched him as his eyes traveled the bodies of the scantily clad prostitutes on the various couches that littered the room. He eye-fucked each of them, his bleary eyes wandering from woman to woman until he landed on you. He checked out your body first and stopped at your face. He nodded with a lazy smirk and began making his way across the room to where you sat waiting.

“Hey there beautiful. Name’s Sonny. This seat taken?” Sonny said gesturing to the spot in between you and another girl. His hair and beard were disheveled, but you could tell beneath it all that he was a very attractive man. Sonny had stunning blue eyes and high cheekbones. He didn’t have the best teeth and his breath reeked of whiskey, but this intrigued you. His decked-out leather jacket did little to distract you from his broad shoulders and solid arms beneath it. Confidence radiated off him, and his presence dominated the room. You couldn’t help but feel special that out of all the girls there, he picked you. He didn’t wait for your answer as he sank into the couch, putting an arm around you.

“You come here often, Handsome?” you mused. “I think I would have remembered you.”

“Nah, I just blew into town.” The glint in his eyes told you that he wasn’t in town for anything good, or legal for that matter. Ugh, those gorgeous eyes. They were fucking mesmerizing. He was going to be so much fun.

You gave him your best sultry look and ran your hand up his thigh, practically begging him to fuck you.

“You think you can handle me, Darlin’?” he teased. Sonny’s sexual energy was so infectious. His words were making you weak. You usually weren’t into your clients, but he was different.

Moving your hand from his thigh to his already half-hard erection you said, “I’d love to find out.”

He groaned at this, looking at you through heavy eyelids. You swung a leg over him to straddle him, accepting his look as an invitation, and began grinding your barely-clothed pussy against his growing erection. You let yourself get lost in his eyes as you as rubbed up against him. Both his and your breathing were getting heavy when the other prostitute beside you clapped you on the shoulder and playfully said, “Get a room!”

You both stumbled to an open bedroom, so eager for each other’s bodies. The rooms here were nice. They were equipped with two king size beds, and the walls were lined with full size mirrors. Typically, you’d ask clients what all they paid for before beginning a session, but you didn’t want to stop the bedroom talk for money talk.

Sonny stood admiring the room as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Fuck yeah”, he slurred as he began trying to get his pants off. You giggled as he fumbled with his belt, and reached out to help. When you finally got his pants off, you couldn’t help but stare at the absolutely massive cock in front of you. You weren’t used to well-endowed men paying for your services. Most men soliciting prostitutes were doing it because they were ashamed of their bodies. Sonny had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Your cock is huge. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.” you said looking up at him through your lashes.

Without another word, he grabbed the back of your head and forced your mouth onto his dick. He was gentle, but firm in a way that had you absolutely dripping wet. He moved your head back and forth, letting you take your time sucking the tip. His sexy moans and grunts filled the room, and he never took his eyes off you. He slowly began pushing you farther down his length. He was well into your throat now, and you were trying your hardest not to gag, when he suddenly thrust farther without warning. Your throat contracted around his cock, eliciting more moans from the beautiful man above you. You tried your hardest to maintain eye contact as he continued fucking your throat. By this point tears were streaming down your face, and the gagging was giving way to almost puking. Sonny all the while sang you praises.

“That’s a good girl. Choke on this cock you sexy whore.”

When he finally pulled you off his dick, you collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

He let out a low chuckle. “I hope you’re not giving out just yet. I’m paying for all of you.”

You smiled and wiped tears and spit off your face. You were nowhere near done with him. You also wanted all of him.

“Of course I’m not done.” you said in between breaths. “Why don’t you take that jacket off, and let me see your strong body?”

He chuckled again at you and began removing his top layers. You had to stifle a whimper at the sight of his torso. His biceps were huge and beautifully tanned, his shoulders were extremely well built, and he had some sexily dark tattoos. You could see a heart on his chest, along with some indiscernible names scrawled across his upper chest and arm, a demon on his upper arm, and as if on cue, he turned, showing you his powerful back muscles and two large demon-like tattoos. It was hard not to drool.

He turned back and smirked at your reaction. “Like what you see?”

That was the understatement of the century.

You nodded and clambered onto the bed. “How do you want me?”

“From behind.” he growled, as he made his way onto the bed with you. “Your ass was made for doggy and your face for missionary, but this funhouse fuckin’ room let’s me have both.”

You watched in the mirror as he came up behind you and began trying to remove your lingerie. He didn’t waste any time fumbling with the straps and instead started tearing it from your body. Sonny left you just in your heels and stockings before him as he ripped your thong in one final tug. The mirror granted you the perfect view of him behind you as you arched your back for him. At this, he threw his head back and made the sign of the cross.

“Goddamn you’re such a perfect little slut for me.”

Sonny’s large hands caressed your hips and waist as he sat back on his knees looking into the mirror, admiring his little plaything for the night, until one of his hands found a fist-full of your hair. You moaned in anticipation for what was about to come.

“Love these fuckin’ mirrors... Such a pretty face.” he slurred as he began lining himself up with your slick entrance.

You moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside you. The stretch was somehow both painful and pleasurable. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out inside of you. Your pussy was absolutely bursting at the seams.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled as he began to rock his hips. “You ever had a cock so big, Honey?”

“No, baby. So big.” you whimpered into the mattress.

You yelped in pain and surprise when his palm suddenly connected with the flesh of your ass cheek.

“No sir.” he corrected.

“No sir.”

Your pussy had become so wet that with each thrust, it let out an obscene squelching sound.

“You like that?”

“Yes sir.” you moaned, as he landed another blow.

He pulled your head up by your hair, so you had to watch him fuck you senseless. You could hardly recognize the woman in the mirror. Your makeup was running down your cheeks, and you looked an absolute mess. Your ass jiggled each time his hips snapped into yours’. He was tearing you apart, and you were loving it. With each hard thrust, your orgasm was building deep in your stomach.

“That’s right, Baby.” Sonny said, slapping your ass again. “I can feel you squeezing my cock.”

Your head had almost found it’s way to the mattress, when he pulled your head back up by your hair again.

“No. Watch me destroy you.” Sonny growled. “God, you look so pathetic.”

At this, you lost all control. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, and you screamed so loud everyone in the building probably heard.

“Oh, FUCK.” he gasped as he pulled out and spilled his load all over your ass and back. When he was finished, he gave your ass one more hard spank and fell back into the bed.

You laid there for a while in the most compromising position, while he caught his breath.

“Towels,” he mumbled and began riffling through the bedside table. Sonny found one, cleaned himself up, and tossed it onto your messy back. You cleaned yourself up, while he sat back and lit a cigarette. When you were finished, you fell to the bed beside him and just gazed at him in adoration. His eyes were heavy, and he smiled over at you.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you with me?” he asked.

Suddenly overcome from all the emotions, you started to cry. Big, deep sobs from within you racked your naked body. No one had ever fucked you so good, then offered to save you from this life of selling your body for money. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you were so overcome with endorphins that he might as well have been your soulmate. He cocked an eye at you, and you quickly asssured him that you were okay.

“I would love to come with you. I don’t know who you are, but I know that I never want to leave your side.” you said wiping your tears.

“I guess you didn’t read the back of my jacket, did you? I’m Sonny Barger, leader of the Hells Angels.”

“I’ll be your Angel forever, Sonny Barger.”

“Good. I wasn’t taking no for an answer.” he said as he took another drag from his cigarette.

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Omg guys I’m so excited to share my first ever smutty fanfic. It would mean the world to me if you’d like, comment, and reblog for other Sonny lovers to read. I’m tagging everyone who expressed interest in reading new Sonny fics:

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Part 3 - Look At The Flowers

Warnings: Fluff. Smut - hand jobs, oral, ass play. Saliva.

Word Count: 1,764

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The last few months had been rough for everyone; the hoard was successfully redirected but they had lost members of the community in doing so. A larger community of survivors had been keeping close tabs on the Hilltop and attacks had become frequent until it had all come to a head and what could only be described as a battle of life and death had broken out. It had taken weeks to repair all the damage, burn the dead and get back a feeling of safety again.

The pantry store was once again full, everyone had worked overtime to replenish stolen or damaged supplies, injuries were healed and with the hot summer weather everything was again calm at the Hilltop.

Daryl and Jesus had been trying to plan a small picnic for at least a week and finally everything had fallen into place for it to happen.

Daryl had worked hard on repairing his bike; it had taken longer than he had wanted but with everything else that had been happening, finding parts had become next to impossible. Jesus had been trading with other local communities to secure the final wires and pipes that Daryl had needed.

“You ready to take a ride?” Daryl smiles to Jesus.

“I’m ready. Are you?”

Daryl nods and smiles widely at the bike; his pride and joy only second to his boyfriend.

“If it came to saving me or the bike…. Which would you choose?” Jesus laughs.

“Ooh… oh that, that is a tough choice but… I guess I’d have to choose… hmm…. Yeah I’d choose you.” Daryl laughs with him and wraps an arm around Jesus’ waist, pulling him close and kissing his cheek.

The pair set off out the gates and Daryl can’t help but smile at the sound of his bike; smoother and quieter since being fixed, it wouldn’t draw any extra attention. Jesus gave directions from his position riding pillion and Daryl happily took them until they reached a large open meadow with a waterfall and clear river running through it.

The bike rumbled to a stop and went silent as Daryl shut it off “how did you know about this place?”

“Found it on some extended recon a couple of weeks ago and made sure to find it on our maps.” Jesus grins and lifts off the picnic basket he had packed. “Thought we could do with some nature..”

Daryl climbs off and walks with Jesus to the side of the river where they set out a blanket to lay on. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen water so clear.”

“No pollution, nature is looking after itself again… I think there’s a cut out behind the waterfall too… wanna go for a swim before we eat?”

He didn’t need asking twice; Daryl stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the blanket as Jesus did the same, both heading to the water and shivering as they dipped their feet in.

“Oh shit that’s cold!” Daryl grumbled “colder than the showers at Hilltop!”

“Suck it up…. We’ll warm up later.” Jesus took a breath and slowly wades into the water, making high pitched noises as he submerges himself fully. “Ffffuuuuck! Water is great!”

Daryl laughs and leans on a large boulder on the side “great huh?”

Jesus narrows his eyes and quietly swims over, grabbing Daryl’s wrists and pulling him in before he could do anything to stop it from happening.

He yelps as the cold water covers him and comes up gasping “god damn that’s fresh!”

“Told you the water was great!” Jesus laughs and splashes Daryl before heading for the waterfall and checking to make sure he was following.

The water was indeed refreshing and the longer they spent splashing around and play-fighting the quicker their bodies became accustomed to the temperature; the sun helped as it shone directly over them at midday and had warmed the water.

As stomachs rumbled the men decided that food was probably a good idea and they made their way to the bank to climb out and dry off in the sun as they ate. Jesus ended up laying with his head on Daryl’s thighs while he was leant against the large boulder at the shoreline. Daryl smiles to himself and picks at the surrounding wild flowers, carefully threading them into Jesus’ full beard until there wasn’t room for any more.

He sits back happily and waits for Jesus to open his eyes.

“Daryl. My love. Light of my life. What have you done to me?” Jesus keeps his eyes closed.

“Nothin’..” he shakes his head but Jesus could hear the smirk on Daryl’s lips.

“Uh huh… so why can I smell flowers so close to me?”

“No idea..” he shakes his head again.

Jesus sighs and reaches his hand up to his beard, feeling the flowers laced through. “Do I look like a flower nymph to you?”

“You do now, yeah!” Daryl laughs. A proper happy laugh; something he hasn’t fully felt for longer than he can remember. Since before the world went to shit.

Jesus grumbles and pulls out some of the flowers, looking up at Daryl and realising there was nowhere to stick them and then turning his head with a chuckle and threading the stalks into Daryl’s pubic hair; just above his cock.

“Cheeky!” He gasps and chases after Jesus when he hops up and runs off. He gets close to catching the flower nymph a few times but at the last moment Jesus would change directions. They both laughed a lot and ran into the river again, the flowers floating free easily and disappearing down the currents.

Daryl pushes Jesus through the falls and presses him up against the rock formation behind it. There was a cut out from the water but it needed a little climbing to get up into it. For now they stayed embraced against the wall, lips working over bare skin, teeth leaving light marks in places only they would know about. Arms were entwined around each other while their tongues danced with each other and their cocks hardened.

Jesus runs his hands down his boyfriend’s back, gentle and light over the scars then digging his nails into Daryl’s ass cheeks when he squeezes them; the actions pull a moan from deep in Daryl’s chest that only Jesus could hear over the noise of the waterfall.

They shuffle their legs until both have a thigh between the other to rut against; something they’d only recently started doing. Hips rocked against the other until both their cocks were fully hard; Daryl hissed as he skinned his knee but kept his hips moving against Jesus.

“Fuck you’re hot..” he moans and kisses over Daryl’s neck, careful not to leave any visible marks, his own hips moving to Daryl’s thick thigh. They both grind against each other until Jesus pulls away and climbs, carefully, up to the cut out followed by Daryl.

They scrabble to wrap arms around each other again; Jesus straddles Daryl and pins him, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his cock as Daryl does the same to Jesus. Their hands twist and jerk each other in time, their hips rutting against the other and drawing out low moans that echo around the small cave.

“Fuck, Paul…!” Daryl arches and ruts his hips to try and gain more friction.

“So good!” He pants and leans down to kiss Daryl and moans into his mouth.

Daryl pants and flips them over moving to suck Jesus,

“Swing around…” Jesus grins and winks.

Daryl nods and moves to position his cock to Jesus’ mouth, leaning down to suck his at the same time. They both moan and move their heads in opposition to the other, hands trailing over thighs and asses.

Jesus runs his fingers lightly over Daryl’s hole, listening for any protests; when he gets none he does it again with a little more pressure. Daryl pants around Jesus and mimics his movements over Jesus’ hole. They both hum and rock their hips, Jesus decides to try a little further and pulls away only long enough to spit on his fingers, taking Daryl whole again and sucking in pulses.

They both writhe against each other and when Jesus feels Daryl relax further he pushes a finger into him. Daryl tenses for a second then groans loudly around his boyfriend. Taking this as his sign to continue, Jesus thrusts his finger slowly and adds a second.

Daryl pulls away to breathe and spits on his fingers, carefully teasing Jesus and pushing his finger inside him while sucking along his cock again.

Jesus runs his hand over Daryl’s thigh and scratches lightly, easing him on and reassuring him he was doing good. Crooking his fingers Jesus thrusts slowly and moans as Daryl mimics his motions; adding a second finger and thrusting in time with Jesus.

The cave filled with their moans and groans of passion, the smell of sex was trapped with them as they continued towards their respective releases.

Jesus’s hips rut and buck uncontrollably as Daryl sucks harder and faster around him.

They both speed up and thrust their fingers faster inside one another; mouths busy working each other’s cocks until for Daryl, the sensations are too much and he pulls away long enough to call out with his orgasm. Jesus swallows around him and gasps when Daryl wraps his mouth back around his cock and sucks hard for a few more seconds until he feels Jesus down his throat when he groans roughly.

Their fingers slow to a stop and they carefully untangle themselves, laying in the cave breathing heavily while they relax in their post-coital bliss.

The light has changed and Jesus sighs “we should get back… I think it’s getting late.”

Daryl nods “let’s uuh… get cleaned up first… and we should definitely do this again.”

“Yeah? …all of it?” Jesus asks with trepidation.

“All of it.” Daryl nods with a smile. “That… that was a lot of fun. Felt real good.”

They both make their way back down into the water and get cleaned up, packing away the picnic remnants and waiting to dry off before putting clothes back on.

“Stay with me forever Paul…” Daryl looks into his eyes.

“Is that a proposal?” He smiles.

“Uuh… I… I guess it is, yeah.” He half laughs and blushes with a smile.

“Yes. I’ll stay with you forever, Daryl.”

Climbing back onto the bike, Daryl pulls off and instead of it just being a figure of speech, they ride towards the sunset.

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