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yevmarie · 12 days

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Literally me while reading it. I went insane 🫠💦.

Since you said you were looking at requests could you please do something with Dom Daryl with overstimulation, breeding, and cockwarming? Maybe after the savior war trying to get pregnant or any later seasons Daryl? It’s almost 6:30 in the morning so those are just the prompts that came to me first, anything you write with them will be wonderful, thank you 🩷

If I get a Little Prettier, Can I be Your Baby?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria (post Savior's War)

Warnings: Poorly written smut; p in v; cockwarming; forced orgasms; overstimulation; a hint of breeding, I guess? A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. Gods, I am so sorry for making you wait! I'm even more sorry that I was all over the place with this so I hope it's just good at all. I tried, Anon! I promise!

©celtic-crossbow 2023. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or placed on any other platform without my consent.

“S’the matter? Thought ya wanted this?”

Daryl was sitting against the headboard, just as bare as you. You straddled his hips, stretched around his cock and had been for—well, you weren’t sure. He had kept you there, softening slightly every once in a while only to press a thumb against your swollen clit to quickly bring you to orgasm. Your convulsing walls brought him to fully hard within seconds. You’d lost count of how many times he’d done it, sometimes not even needing the stimulation. He would be throbbing with just as much need inside of you and still worked at you until you came, shuddering and whimpering his name like a mantra.

“Please, Daryl, I need—”

“Ya need to sit there ‘til I say diff’rent.” His voice was low, gravelly. Stern, even. You felt your cunt clench and his hips jerk. You were so sensitive, yet still craving him. He could work miracles with those fingers but being so full and stretched without feeling him drag along your inner walls was torture. He wasn’t cruel, never. There was a safe word in place, always, no matter who held the reins. Whether out of sheer stubbornness or overwhelming desire, neither of you had ever used it.

“Yes, sir.” You breathed. Your fingers were splayed over his stomach, his muscles twitching with each miniscule movement you made, though you tried to sit stone still.

The battle with the Saviors had been won. Negan was imprisoned. Alexandria was being rebuilt. Everyone was working together and there was, for at least the time being, a feeling of relative peace and safety. While you had never officially married, you had become Mrs. Dixon in every way except on paper, and that didn’t seem to matter much in those days. You and Daryl had talked about a family before, but always seemed to find some reason to deny yourselves. His worries of becoming his father, Wolves, Saviors, and of course, the dead. There was always something.

It wasn’t until Daryl had been locked in Negan’s cell that he came to realize that waiting was futile. The world would never be safe. If you wanted to have children with him, he loved you enough to travel that road with you. He’d love his children because they were a part of both of you.

This? This was the first session in what would be many “practice runs.” Or maybe one time would be all it would take.

“You’re bein’ such a good girl. Wanna cum for me again?” He smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting that finger carve a trail down over your collarbone, circling your left breast before he pinched and rolled your nipple. You gasped and arched your chest toward him, making him hiss when your hips shifted.

“S—sorry, sir.” You gasped, breathing heavily from just that slight stimulation. If he fucked you now, you feared you’d cum so quickly that it’d be embarrassing. From the twinkle in his eye, it didn’t seem like you were going to have a choice. You let out a squeak as he flipped you to your back, never separating from you but punching a moan from you both with the slight friction.

“Think I’ve had enough’a toyin’ around. How ‘bout we get to work on puttin’ a baby in that belly?” Pressing his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth, he hooked the back of your right knee over the crook of his elbow and rolled his hips. You pulled back from him, lest you bite his lip, which he’d honestly probably rather enjoy. Another deep thrust saw your hips rising to meet his. He didn’t stop you or reprimand you, so it was safe to say this was all about the endgame.

“Fuck, you feel good.” You whined with your nails scratching over his shoulders, red marks all the way to where you settled your hands on his ribs.

“Yeah?” He knew the answer, even if he did make the next snap of his hips a little rougher. Raising your head, you nuzzled your cheek against his and placed your mouth against his ear.

“Don’t hold back.” You whispered, licking the lobe and then the spot where his pulse raced. Daryl growled, letting your leg drop. When he reached up to grab the top of the headboard with one hand and then the other, you knew you were about to get absolutely ruined.

And couldn’t have been more turned on by the thought.

With a smirk of your own, you chose to let your legs fall open as wide as they could, almost to the point of painful. You were soon digging your nails right into his buttocks. It started with a cadence of rough snaps, his pelvic bone and the coarse hair above his cock slapping against your oversensitive clit. He chuckled above you, knowing exactly why you were making those sinful little noises. Your humiliatingly slick cunt squelched with each push and pull of his cock, only adding to the debauchery that could potentially be heard by the others in the house.

You only dug your fingers in harder, drawing up your knees but keeping your legs wide open. “Come on, Dixon.” You panted, biting back a cry when the next thrust made you see stars. “I thought you wanted to fuck a baby into me. Put in a little effort.”

It was that moment, you knew you had fucked up.

Daryl went motionless, looking down at you through that curtain of sweaty, dark hair. He had one brow arched. He never let go of the headboard but leaned down between his arms until he was nose to nose with you, the most deliciously wicked smirk lifting one corner of his mouth.

“Ya better hold on tight, Sunshine.”

The first thrust shunted you straight up to the headboard, one hand releasing its hold on his ass to slap palm down against the wood and protect the top of your head. And then he was absolutely ruthless. Fucking feral. He used his hold on the headboard as leverage and fucked you at a pace you’d never experienced. Soon, you had let go of him altogether, both palms planted firmly against the smooth surface above you. You couldn’t stop shouting long enough to even let him know you were cumming. Once, twice. A third sparking to life low in your belly. His grunts and groans above you were just fucking delectable and you distantly wished you could focus on the sounds your pussy was coaxing out of him but the feeling of him just absolutely splitting you in two took precedence.

“‘Nough effort for ya?” He panted, slowing only slightly, just enough for you to see him scanning you for any signs that you wanted to stop, that you needed to use the safeword. You scoffed at him. However, you couldn’t seem to speak, so close to yet another orgasm. You saw his grip loosen, knew he was getting concerned, so you communicated your consent by flattening your feet on the mattress and rolling your hips up to take him deeper, both of you groaning. He worked his way back to the same brutal pace, his cock swelling and twitching inside of you. He was close.

You were closer.

Drawing in enough breath, somehow assembling enough presence of mind, you moaned out “I’m—I’m close—Please—”

Daryl grunted, dropping down from the headboard with a hand on either side of your head. “Let go, Sunshine.” He commanded through gritted teeth. “Fuck, m’gonna cum.” You had just felt the first tendrils of pleasure rip from your core when he thrust twice more, stilling against you and holding himself deep with a guttural moan, his muscles spasming and body trembling. “Fuck!” You were too lost on whatever cloud he’d sent you to, your eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Your chest was arched into him until you felt the burn in your muscles suddenly dissipate and you collapsed to the mattress, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

Daryl was still thrusting into you lazily, dragging out both of your orgasms until you just couldn’t take anymore and twisted your hips to the side with a whine. He let you lie down flat again before gently, slowly pulling out of you, barely moving himself over before he collapsed into a trembling heap. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, burning as it slid across the flesh of your abused cunt.

It never failed that no matter how fucked out he was himself, your well-being came first. Rolling his head toward you, he gave you a once over. “Y’alright? Did I hurtcha? Ya didn’t say—”

“I’m so good that I don’t think I’m ever coming back down to earth, thanks.” You blinked lazily at the ceiling before turning your head, letting it lull toward him to meet his eyes with a lopsided smile. “My god, Daryl Dixon, you just rocked my world.”

God, you loved it when he blushed. He could be an absolute beast in bed—as he had just proven—and then go red as a tomato—as he currently was. Licking his lips slowly, he turned to admire the ceiling at the same time you did.

“I’ll get up in a minute an’ get us cleaned up.” He was finally starting to sound like he had found his lungs and put them back in their rightful place. You lazily waved a hand. “Are ya really alright?”

You nodded, smiling stupidly once again. “I may not walk right for a few days.” You moved with a wince. “In fact, when you get up to get that towel, can you grab me a wheelchair? I think you dislocated my vagina.”

Daryl, of course, looked mortified. “Oh, come on. I’m fine. Just a little sore.” Propping up on your elbows, you grinned at him. “Besides, payback’s a bitch and next time, it’s my turn.” He mumbled christ under his breath and rolled off the bed, staggering toward the bathroom while you stared intently at the perfect round of his ass. “I’ll find the blindfold and handcuffs tomorrow!”

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yevmarie · 13 days

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That. Was. Delicious. 🫠💦 gimme this man right neow

P.S.: And here is the epic comeback as I said ☺️. Glad to read your new works.

Do I look like I wanna laugh?

Summary: In years of marriage you had never worn a sexy lingerie to your husband. What happens when you do?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: detailed description of lingerie on your body (no body description), talks about sex, smut, Dom! Daryl or a terrible tentative of, dirty talk, knife play if you squint, fingering, mirror sex, swearing, pet names, use of the word slut very affectionately, p in v, unprotected sex (use protection kids), creampie. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+.

A/N: FINALLY FINISHED IT AFTER ALMOST A MONTH WRITING! There’s a warning for knife play, but it actually isn’t, the knife is just used to cut something and it’s not reader.

You had gone on a run with Rosita and Maggie, try to find some supplies, hopefully some new clothes and that’s how you ended up with the girls looking for some lingerie. You had never had this kind of underwear, you normally wore the comfortable ones, the more practical… when you were younger you’d not have them because you were afraid if tour parents saw them they would think you were having sex. Your father would probably freak out and your mother would tease you for the rest of your life. When you left home… well then you preferred your comfort, and nothing is more comfortable than some sports bra and cotton panties.

You had a cute set on your hands, a baby blue all lacy and full of bows. It was cute and the color reminded you of his eyes. “I don’t know Rosi, I’m not used to wearing this. And it’s not practical when we are always running from walkers.” You said, Rosita and Maggie were trying to convince you to get some sets for you. They dragged you from the section you were before and were practically throwing the cute, revealing and sensual sets on you.

“You’re not supposed to use them to fight walkers. Although… I think Daryl would find it sexy if you did.” Maggie grinned, she knew how you could get all flushed and shy when the talk was about sex or any sensual thing.

“Maggie!” You reprehended your friend. “I don’t think he likes those kind of things, I mean… he never said anything or complained.”

“We know he prefer you wearing nothing. Girl, we know you’re enthusiasts, we have ears, you know?” You blushed instantly while Rosita spoke, yes, you knew they often could listen to your and The archer’s activities. Daryl made it very difficult to not be noisy. “But believe me, he’ll like it. He’s kind of a rustic man, but he’s a man after all. They like those things.”

“Ok, I’m going to take this one.” You surrendered, but Rosita wasn’t over.

“Oh not this one, it’s all sweet and cute. Daryl already know this side of you very well. Let’s get you something more sexy.” She said looking at the hangers.

“I’m no femme fatale Rosi, I’m just me… I think I’m sweet after all.”

“You can keep this one, and any other you want, but we’ll choose some for you. Daryl will be wrapped around your fingers.” Maggie said.

“We’re married in case you didn’t notice.” You observed and showed your hand as if they had never seen the ring on your finger.

They choose three for you a black one, a red one and a coral one, they said the colors would outstand more your features. You choose the baby blue one that reminded you of his eyes, a pink one as cute as the blue and a white one.

Later that day after killing 5 walkers and going back home you pondered if you’d wear one of them. What would he think? Would he like it? He liked your common underwear, would those “sexy” ones be appreciated by him?

You had chosen the black one, if anything could go wrong you obviously would go with the boldest one. The black lingerie was very different from all you had seen before. On the breasts it made a triangle around each breast and had only a strap from one side to the other covering your nipples, it had many straps embracing your body and forming geometric shapes with it. In the middle of each strap there was a little bow. The lower part was lacy and had one particularity, it was open in the middle, in the lowest part, letting your cunt uncovered.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, on one hand you thought it was beautiful how it fit in your body embracing all the perfections and all the flaws, but on the other hand you felt silly. You never wore something like this before and you never presented yourself like this to Daryl before. That was it, you were going to take it off and wear your usual underwear and your sleeping clothes. When you were about to take it out, the door to your shared room opened, you jumped startled and closed your robe faster than the Flash.

“What’s that love? Why are ya all jumpy?” Daryl, your husband, asked entering the room and walking in your direction. You didn’t turn to look at him, years of marriage and being caught in this situation still made you blush and be embarrassed.

“Nothing…” you tried. You knew he knew that when you said nothing, it indeed was something.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing to me. You’re all blushy and you were startled when I entered the room.” He wrapped his arms around you and looked at you through the mirror. “Were ya doing something wrong? Something ya shouldn’t be doing?”

“N-no…” you knew what he meant and no, you weren’t doing anything “wrong”.

“Hmm…” he inhaled your scent in your neck nuzzling his nose on it and on your ears. “Not touching yerself without me or without me saying so?”

“No!” You exclaimed, and you quickly thought saying it like this would make you more suspect. “It’s another thing.”

You closed your eyes out of embarrassment, now you couldn’t escape this situation.

“Then, what is it?” He asked again, kissing your neck, his stubble sending chills through your body.

“Do you promise you’ll not laugh about it even if it’s the most ridiculous thing?” You asked looking for his eyes in the mirror.

“I promise it, babe. I’ll not do that.” He rested his chin on your shoulder, observing you. “Now tell me…”

You took a breath and then opened your robe, you slowly opened it until you revealed the piece you were wearing under the robe. When you opened it, you quickly closed your eyes, you were afraid of what you would see in his eyes. There was a moment of silence, and you thought you had screwed everything, until you listened to his voice. “Open your eyes.” He commanded.

You slowly opened your eyes, afraid you’d see something you didn’t want on his face. But as soon as you opened them, you saw his blue eyes, black in lust and desire, the blue just a thin line on the borders. “Do I look like I wanna laugh?” He asked.

“No…” you replied weakly, gods the way his eyes were raking your reflection… that was making your legs weak.

“Hmm…” he took his arms that were wrapped around you and slipped his hands on your arms. “Where did you get it?”

“In the run. With the girls.” You replied. “They said you’d like it… but I wasn’t sure.”

“Why’s it babe?” He asked his hands running up your arms again just to end on your shoulders, his fingers grabbing your robe there.

“I never used any of it, and you never said anything.” It was difficult to keep your eyes open and looking at him through the mirror, when he looked you like that it always felt so overwhelming looking right into his eyes.

“I’d find ya sexy even if ya were wearing a sack of potatoes.” He said sliding the sleeves of the robe down your arms. “I’d rather have ya naked, but this… damn! It got me hard the moment I saw it.”

You shivered from excitement, expectation and a small breeze that you could feel now that you were completely exposed. He pulled your body against his and you could feel his hard on. “Fuck.” It let your lips spontaneously.

“Yeah… fuck…” he repeated and drank you in. “Do ya mind if I do some alterations on it?”

You shook your head, but you knew he wasn’t getting only that. “I need words babe…”

“I don’t mind, you can do anything you want.” You said almost breathless and he had done nothing he barely had touched you yet. That was what Daryl Dixon made you feel.

His hand went to his waistband and he took the knife he had there. He took it carefully to your front and then to the side of the set you were wearing. He cut one side of the strap that was covering your nipples, then he cut the other side and threw the strap to a corner of the room with the knife. Now you had your nipples completely exposed and he was practically eating you alive just with his eyes. “Now, it’s perfect.”

He embraced your body once again with his big strong arms while his mouth went straightly to your neck giving you the most sinful open mouthed kiss, immediately making you sigh. Then he stopped. “I think I shoulda go clean myself, I worked all day…”

“Don’t you dare.” He was playing games with you, you knew it. He had no intention of stopping. He just wanted to tease you, but he had already made you despaired for him. “You just fixed some cars… I-I need you!”

“Look at my sweet girl…” he embraced you tightly one of his hands cupping one of tour breasts and the other sneaking down your stomach. “… ain’t her a little slut?”

He massaged tour breast, teasing it, pinching your erected nipple. His other hand cupped your semi nude crotch. “Yours…” You breathless said.

“Mine?” He repeated on your ear, his fingers running through your impossibly wet folds. “So wet fer me… so ready fer my cock…”

“I’m…” He pressed your clit eliciting a moan from your lips. “Ugh… your slut.”

He inserted one finger on your pussy, you gasped a moan escaping your lips. He nibbled and sucked on your neck and shoulders. “Even being my little slut, yer still so sweet.” He pumped his finger on you ando looked mesmerized at your reflection on the mirror, how you face contorted in pleasure, your parted plump lips and how your lids covered your eyes so perfectly and sinfully. “Open yer eyes sweetheart, wanna you to see how beautiful yer when I fuck you so good.”

It took you a lot to open your eyes and look at your and his reflection on the mirror. “That’s it love…” his deep voice sent chills all over your body making you clench around his finger. He inserted one more pumping in and out of you, his thumb making circles on your clit. “Such a good little slut fer me…”

You bucked your hips on his hands waiting for your sweet release and aching to have his thick delicious cock inside of you. You clenched around him repeatedly, you had become a moaning mess and it was difficult to keep your eyes open, but he wanted that so you tried. For him. Everything for him. You focused on his pretty eyes, his clean eyes that were so dark right now, the intensity on them overwhelming but grounding you in the moment. “Cum fer me baby… let it go…”

You rose your arm to the back, your hand going to the back of his neck enlacing your fingers on his hair. As you’re sent to the edge you pull on his hair making him groan as you have your release on his fingers. “So, so, so sweet! So good fer me…” he said while he drove you through your high fingers still pumping on you.

“Daryl…” you weekly said, your head resting on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

He looked down at you, his lips brushing yours. “What’s it baby?” You didn’t answer you took his lips on yours, hungrily damn you hadn’t kissed yet since he arrived, you needed this, you loved so much his kisses and the taste of his mouth.

You both broke the kiss, breathless you looked him in his eyes. “Was that what you needed babe?”

“That too…” you answered, the tip of your fingers massaging his scalp. “But actually… I need you, inside of me.”

He tightened his embrace on you, ready to move to bed, but you stopped him with your words. “Here.”

He stopped on his tracks, looking you in the eyes. You had already made sex in many different places, but he knew you both preferred it in bed. Your words startled him and woke something in him. “Do ya think ya can stand for a little time?”

“Yeah, I’m holding on you babe…” you said tugging a little on his hair, he released you, but was ready to catch you if needed. He unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans, taking his cock out of his boxers and pumping it a little before getting a hold on you again. He needed you, and he was glad you suggested he took you right there at that moment.

He held you on his arms once again, his hands traveling on your body. One hand ended up on your neck, just getting a hold in there while the other went back to your breasts, caring them, stimulating them… giving them the attention that they deserved.

You rocked your but on his hard on. Both of you looked at your reflections, you never thought it would excite you this much. He teased your entrance with his dick making you whimper and squirm. “Oh, please… please…” you begged, the wait making you ache and burn for him.

Who was him to deny you something when you asked so sweetly? Without any warning he trusted deeply into you, you moaned almost screaming, your fingers tugging his hair a little harsher than usual. “Fuck. I. Love. Ya. So. Fucking. Much.” For each word a trust, deep, certain, at the right spot.

You wasn’t able to say anything, lost in bliss and desire the only thing that left your mouth were moans and whimpers. With your free hand you got a handful of his but pressing him deeply into you if that was even possible. You looked at both of you in the mirror, Daryl trusting his hips on you, your bodies trembling out of pleasure and glistening with sweat. You never saw anything hotter.

His hand stopped taking care of your tits going down your body just to tease your clit, stimulate it and build your pleasure. He’s main mission was to pleasure you and if he could he’d do it every single day and minute of his life.

A turmoil building on your lower stomach, his name leaving your lips. Your walls clenching around him, indicating you were close to your high, his cock twitching in a way telling you he was close too. He turned your head to the side taking your lips on his in a passionate kiss, and as he hit that spongy spot inside of you sending you to your edge, he found his shooting his seed in you as you squeezed around him. “I love you!” You said while descending from your high, finally being able to speak.

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yevmarie · 15 days

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This is so good I can't 😂. 'Uncle dick' and 'daughter swearing like a sailor' just made my day 🤣.

it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)

─•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•──•~❉᯽❉~•─

• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria

• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant

• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing

• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself

• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*

• you cried

• daryl snapped

• it was... not a good day

• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them

• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time

• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."

• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG

• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...

• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size

• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen

• constant jokes about needing a paternity test

• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"

• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing

• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though

• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it

• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair

• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."

• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.

• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...

• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"

• he refuses to own up to it

• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"

• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)

• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more

• "uncle dick!"

• ...

• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."

little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭

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yevmarie · 15 days

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Content Warnings ➳ female Reader/No use of (Y/n), sexual content, oral (f), humiliation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, overstimulation nearly getting caught, swearing…

Daryl eats you out like a mad man. He’d purposely overstimulate you just to see you cry for him, stumbling over your words and the only coherent word you could say is his own name. His favorite place is in between your legs, he’d never admit it to you but if he was told to chose a place to die, it would certainly be in between your legs or you sitting on his face, cause if he were to die, then he’d go out a happy man.

“G-Give me a second!” You shouted to the other person behind the locked door.

“Are sure you’re alright?” They asked.

“Yes!” You immediately said, your hands ran through Daryl’s hair, giving them a hard tug. You yanked him away you. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?” You hissed at him angrily.

He licked his lips, bringing his fingers to his lips, dragging his tongue up his middle finger slowly. “Ya say that now.” He mumbled, pushing you on the hard surface, hovering over you, and using his middle finger to rub your clit. “But ya gonna be beggin’ me to fuck ya soon.”

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I hate to do this to you all but JUDAS is on hiatus, I’m so sorry but I have a lot of works and requests to get through and I would like to get them done or at least start them.

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yevmarie · 15 days

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It's Just a Plant 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

daryl dixon x fem!reader

anon #1: "would you write a daryl x reader where she’s affected by a sex pollen situation but he isnt?? and shes being really needy and almost throwing herself at him and then he realizes whats going on bc of his knowledge of plants and stuff and offers to take care of her?? no established relationship but unspoken feelings on both sides for sure"

anon #2: "omg omg i just followed u and i love you already (hi????)i like the way you write and i’m aggressively politely begging you to write more about daryl being feral and desperate for reader 😛"

a/n: okay okay, first i wanna say tysm to anon #2 for the follow and the kind words ♡, and also that i decided to be creative and combine these two requests together because they worked well. instead of reader being affected by the sex pollen though, daryl is. also this is my first time writing anything about sex pollen so uh, no idea how good it is but regardless, hope you enjoy!

Summary: daryl gets affected by sex pollen, and you are the solution to the side effects he suffers from.

warnings: smut 18+, tit sucking, PinV unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy chance (daryl cums in reader), rough daryl!!!, multiple orgasms (both f and m), basically daryl manhandling reader

wc: 2k

“‘M gon’ need ta borrow ya for a sec,” Daryl grumbled while practically dragging you out of the house.

Deanna had invited your group to join her ‘welcoming celebration’ or whatever she called it, and you thought it would be best to try and make a decent enough impression if you guys were really going to stay there for good. That night you threw on a flowy blue dress that reached just above your knees; you had borrowed it from one of the Alexandrians who seemed to have a whole boutique at her house.

“Daryl! Let go of me!” His grip on your arm was restraining you, and he was still dragging you through the door, past a few people giving you two bewildered glances, and down the steps that led up to Deanna’s house. You yanked your arm back as hard as you could, finally freeing yourself from Daryl’s demanding grasp. He spun around and you gasped, clutching his face in your hands.

“Dar’! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

His heavy hands landed on your shoulders, hair flipping about his face as he scanned the area around the both of you. No one else was outside. “You’re freaking me the fuck out. What’s going on?”

The frantic man in front of you steadied his breathing and looked at you. His eyes were glazed over. “Sum’s gon’ on with me. Yer the only one that can help.” His voice was low, scratchy, like he was on the road for a while with no sleep or water in his system. He was restless, eyes slightly bloodshot.

You scrutinized him. “Are you high?”

He scoffed. “Nah. Sum’n worse,” he huffed harshly, breath lifting light strands of hair out of his eyes. “Listen, I was in the woods huntin’, and I think I stepped in some toxic plant.”

“Poison ivy? Thought you knew your plants.”

Daryl gave you a disappointed look. “S’dark outside, how am I s’posed ta get a good look?”

You didn’t appreciate his attitude. “Alright, alright. Well did you get hurt? Do you have a rash?” You bring your hand up to his forehead, “You’re not feverish. Here, come with me–”

The archer snatched your hand before you could lead him away. “‘M not hurt. It’s hard ta explain, but it’s uncomfortable.” You noticed the way his pants were suddenly looking tight in a certain region. You snarl, “if this is just an excuse to get in my fucking pants and then leave me again–”

“It’s not, I promise. Please, I…” his voice cracked, instancy laced in his tone, “I need ya.”

You shuddered under his touch. You were attracted to Daryl, but he never treated you like a lover, only someone he could use to release his steam — almost every week. Now it seemed…different, like he was under a magical trance. You’d never seen him like this, and it concerned you deeply.

“Come with me, to my place, okay?” Your soft, reassuring voice soothed Daryl for the moment. You took his hand and led him to your house down the road, out of the lively atmosphere from the party and into a more

As soon as the door was closed and locked, Daryl had you pinned against the wall, his hands starting to roam your body and grabbing fistfuls of your thin dress. “Daryl!” You squeaked, at a loss for words. He was never this urgent with you.

“Sorry, but I think I know what’s wrong with me now.” You shivered from the way his large hands tousled through your hair, pulling gently at the roots. The look you gave him was one of apprehension and puzzlement, although he didn’t heed your concern. His body was on fire now, heart pounding like a sledgehammer. You did nothing to help him, just stood there, back against the wall, unsure of what to do. You were like a rabbit cornered by a wolf.

Daryl’s rock hard crotch pressed against your own — it felt so hard that you wouldn’t have been surprised if he replaced his own dick with a brick. His warmth radiated onto you, making you feel woozy; no proper thoughts could form in your clouded mind. It felt involuntary the way your shaky hand reached down to rub against his bulging crotch. Your brain was on autopilot.

“Fuck…” Daryl grabbed your neck, squeezing lightly. “Don’cha dare tease me righ’ now.” You gulped, eyes batting rapidly. His face was beet red, like he stuck his head in a sauna for too long. “I need–need ta fuck yer cunt,” he heaved, pressing his body against yours. “It’s–”

He was shaking. You furrowed your brows in suspicion. “Daryl?”

No words left his panting mouth. Only grunts came from him when he swiftly lifted you up with his solid arms and threw you onto the couch. Your dress rode up your thighs, and the sight of your dampened panties made him impossibly harder. Without hesitation Daryl met you on the couch, hovering over you. The straps of your dress were loosely hanging off your shoulders, but not for long as he managed to literally rip your dress off.

“Dixon! That wasn’t my dress, what the fu–”

“Shut up.” His lips met yours while he kneaded your bare tits, embracing your nipples that were hardening under his touch. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues battling. Daryl was never usually this aggressive with you, but you knew it had to be for some type of reason, maybe. He wasn’t feeling well, maybe had a rough day, and decided to come up with some bullshit excuse about a ‘toxic plant’ just to get in your pants again. Didn’t matter, though. He needed you and therefore you needed him — that was how it always worked.

Daryl’s hands wasted no time in clutching the hem of your panties, hastily sliding them off. Next was his own clothes, which you had to help him with because of how rushed he was. You were always so easily wet for him, on any occasion. The man was too beautiful to not have that effect on you.

Again, Daryl wasted no time tonight. Your legs were spread open wide, pussy on full display. He prodded your swollen clit with a digit, working up his speed while sliding his own dick out of his boxers and throwing them across the room carelessly. His eyes were half-lidded, already so fucked out you were almost prepared to feel his seed in you in less than three thrusts. His dick needed absolutely no stroking; your mouth fell agape when you noticed how red and swollen it was. Veins protruded from his thick shaft, and precum was spilling from the tip which dripped down his cock.

One push and he was in. You winced in pain, the walls of your cunt stretching bit by bit as he quickly started to fill you all the way up. When he was all the way in, Daryl began to pound into you. You couldn’t think — the fog in your head so heavy and dense that all you could do was just fall limp into the couch as he fucked you into a trance. His grunts and growls filled your ears while his hips carved into your own with a force that almost felt like it would shatter you.

Daryl relished in the sense of you — the warm hug from your cunt around his uncomfortably hard dick brought him to life. This was what he needed, what his body was fiending for tonight. To you it didn’t make sense why or how he felt this needy to fuck you, but it didn’t matter now because he found his solution.

The sounds you released were pathetic; he was fucking you so well. Harshly, but still passionately, like you were his cure and he was grateful for it. The pleasure canceled out the pain. “D-Dar’...” was all you could let out in between the rough thrusts. His cock was twitching, ready for release. “Oh, f-fuck..” He could barely pull out, thick ropes of cum jutting out all over your pussy.

Daryl was still rock hard, heart palpitating and that goddamn sickness lingering in his veins. You were on the verge of reaching your own orgasm before he pulled out, however that thought had left your mind momentarily. You sat up, eyes flicking back and forth between his throbbing, dripping cock to the grimace planted on his face. The poor man was trembling. You didn’t know what you should do…

“I said before, that I think I know what’s wrong with me…” he started, fingers grazing his cock head. He whimpered from the slight contact, and you sat back with your elbows propping you up, arousal reaching your heat again. “‘S’the effects of a damn plant, had the same experience long ago so I know, and–” He plunged back into you, taking you off guard. “Need ta keep goin’.”

You felt full again, Daryl’s thick length stretching your drenched walls once more. Instinctively you wrapped your legs tight around his waist, savoring the way he filled you up so well. A…plant? How could a plant make him this…unnaturally carnal? Either way, your body wasn’t complaining — felt too damn good.

Dixon’s rushed thrusts were becoming sloppy, and you could tell his body was exhausted from being so overworked. He needed a quick break, and you had an idea.

“Daryl, sit back — I know what I can do to help.” Reluctantly he did so, hands never leaving the plushness of your hips. You climbed onto his lap and sank down onto his stiff member. Both your faces contorted with pleasure. You waited until his eyes found yours, and you started moving.

Your hips rocked steadily into his, but the movement wasn’t quick enough — his body demanded more. So he used his upper body strength to bounce you up and down on his cock, his bulging biceps wrapping around your waist and hugging your body into his. Your walls clenched and choked his shaft, wetness leaking from your hole as he relentlessly pounded into you from underneath. You did not stop rocking your hips, ensuring Daryl wasn’t doing most of the work.

With each kiss to your cervix was a welcoming smack to your clit against his pubic bone. Pleasure erupted you and you came undone around his cock, your walls pulsing rhythmically around him. Your strained moans filled the air. “Ohh, Dar’!” You screamed out. Daryl’s lips latched onto one of your hardened nipples, sucking harshly and moving onto the next one, the motion of his hips driving into yours never ceasing. He only slowed his pace to kiss you gently on your lips, and you melted into him while continuing to ride out your current orgasm, welcoming several more.

You trusted Daryl, which was why you let him fuck you into the couch with your head pushed into the cushion. He never fucked you in this position, but you loved it because it was him doing it — no one else. You arched your back, ass pushing further into his crotch while he rutted his hips into yours, dick hitting your g-spot every time. Another climax was forming, and he felt his own on its way as well.

“S’good f’me. Knew you–” a grunt erupted from him as his hips smacked against your ass, “Knew ya were gon’ let me do what I want to ya. Always do.”

If you weren’t too busy getting fucked by the archer you would’ve came up with a clever quip, because that’s what you usually did to hide the fact that you really liked him, and he was absolutely right. If it were anybody else in the same boat as Daryl, you’d walk away easily.

Daryl came inside you, twice. It seemed unpreventable in his case, but you still knew you were going to need to ask Denise for some plan-B, if there was any left. “S’too fuckin’ good, mmph!”

You were gone, in the clouds. You needed to be grounded, to be brought back into reality, but Daryl was fucking you into the night and probably would be for a couple hours judging by how he was still plunging into you fervently.

This was going to be a long night, and you weren’t sure how you were going to be able to walk in the morning.

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yevmarie · 15 days

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Oh. My. God.

the grip that daryl had on your hips was almost bruising.

he buried his head into your back to muffle his desperate sounds as he rocked his hips into yours.

you always love it when he decides to take you from behind, maybe it’s because of how rough he gets like this.

he reluctantly pulls himself away from your back and spanks you softly. even though it was gentle, it didn’t fail to make you moan for him.

“such pretty sounds, baby. love when yer bein’ such a slut for me.”

you sob a moan out into the pillow that he had your face pressed into. he smirks and leans down to wrap a hand around your neck and lifts you to press against his chest.

somehow he felt even deeper inside of you.

his dirty talk now flowed right into your ear, his mouth running along your neck.

“wish ya could see whatcha look like righ’ now… fuckin’ angelic.” he groans as you tighten around his length.

you knew he was close, especially since his accent was getting thicker.

you also knew that the man wouldn’t cum unless you finished first.

as soon as his fingers lit up the nerve endings in your swollen clit, you were done. you fell forward as he released his grip on you to pull out and stroke himself.

although you loved feeling his hot seed hitting your back, you couldn’t help but wish it was inside of you. <3

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yevmarie · 16 days

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if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog !

Honestly, this was too difficult to answer. I always feel numb when I hear such questions. I don't know why. So, I wasn't ignoring, just trying to think of the facts. Well, let's go.

1. I usually struggle to say which color my eyes are, so I say they are green. But in fact, they have 3-4 colors. Recently, I've learned it's called central heterochromia.

2. I'm into photography and still own the Polaroid camera that was bought when I was 1 year old, right on my birthday.

3. Once I helped my acquaintances write a letter to Elon Musk where they offered their cheaper batteries for Tesla in return for investments. They said I would be in on the share if the deal was successful, but nothing happened, of course. Though it didn't work out, sometimes it's funny to mention it during job interviews.

Thanks for asking @deansapplepie 😊💖

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yevmarie · 19 days

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Get attacked!! ❤️✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨❤️

When your crush writer sends this it's just... 🥹💔

Thank you 🥲❤️.

Miss your works and can't wait for your epic comeback ✨💫

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yevmarie · 21 days

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The farmers trashy daughter

“Who tha’ hell are ya?”

“Could say the same for you stranger”

“Haven’t seen ya around ‘ere”

“Again, could say the same for you”

“M’Daryl, came in with the new group”

“Well I’m Y/n, the disappointment Greene”

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yevmarie · 23 days

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Help 🫠

This is so me and Daryl Dixon

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yevmarie · 23 days

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Hey all!

Just thought I needed to tell you something about my fic "Light My Fire". Don't know why but I feel I need to put it on hold for some time (as if posting it once a month can be considered as being published more than regularly).

I'm not sure whether I'm tired of it, or my imagination and creativity have been actively used at work so I don't have additional resources to write. Sometimes I think it's just a recycled series from the reader's perspective. Like, why should I even continue it?

Or maybe I'm just generally tired and need some time offline, only consuming content which I still like because writers here are just amazing. I can admire them endlessly.

And to be honest, the stuff around me has been quite tough lately, so now I'm only seeking comfort reading, not writing. I mean it was surely rougher just several months ago, but plainly, I haven't had a proper sleep lately.

So, I hope you understand me if you're still waiting for new chapters. I hope I get back here faster than I think and can share something good with you.

Sending hugs to you all <3.

#personal shit

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yevmarie · 23 days

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I'm not into mommy kink much but this is just 🫠💦

Momma's boy

Scud Frohmeyer x Reader | SMUT 🔞

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

You met Scud a while ago, happening to have your orders at the local donut shop mixed up. One thing led to another and you quickly found him in your bedroom more times than not.

And no, you never gave him a key. You also didn't give him the panties he was currently huffing while working his cock, all snug in your bed.

"Hey baby, need help with that?" You tossed your coat over rhe chair and moved to join him on the bed, taking off your sweater and unbuttoning your pants because you knew how much of a lazy fuck your lover was.

Literally.

His soft whines made it clear he wanted the offered help, so your pants left before you even made it onto the bed.

"Alright. Make space, baby." You pressed at his shoulder to move him onto his back and took the panties from him. The ones on you had on were gone too as you straddled him and scooted up.

"Hmmwanna panties, please.." He lazily grabbed after them when you threw them aside. "No baby, got something way better for you." Taking his hands in yours you moved them up to squeeze at your chest. His eager grabbing spurred on your movements and quickly scooted all the way up to hover above his face for a moment and sinking down onto his mouth.

At the contact Scud's hands squeezed hard at your chest and took a long, deep whiff against your pelvic bone. The moan he let out was outright pornographic before he dove right in like a man starved.

His nose rubbed at your clit as he worked his tongue into you to get the best possible taste. Combined with his hands now under your bra and toying with your nipples he was breaking records with how quick he could work you over the edge. You couldn't help but moan and grind yourself on his face, dragging your clit over his nose and feeling his press his tongue flat out against you. Joining your moans were his humms that buzzed through your entire body, easily toppling you over the edge. You rode out your orgasm and moved off him, slumping down on his chest to catch your breath with a smile.

While you were catching your breath you caught Scud's hands move behind you and back to his aching cock. "Ahw, poor boy."

You cooed him and stepped off to make him sit up against the stack of pillows. He barely got comfortable before you were on him and swatting his hands off his cock. "No, baby." You tutted and rid yourself of your top and bra, took his length in your hand and positioned it before sinking down on it in one smooth roll of your hips.

"Hah, fuckk mmmmy.." His voice muffled by your chest was so soft. His hands were at the sides of your breasts, squishing them together as he licked, sucked and bit at your skin and leaving marks all over your tits.

Your hips set the pace as he whined into your skin, sucking on your nipples like he was hoping to taste milk.

"You like mommy's tits huh, baby?" You kept up your pace, rubbing your clit against him on every roll, working yourself to another high as Scud kept attacking your chest. It was clear he was close to finishing too with how he was rutting into you from below.

"Wanna cum for mommy? Wanna cum inside me?" Your hands held his head against your chest and you felt him nod desperately. "Let go, baby."

You felt yourself get dangerously close as well and pressed down onto him to get that extra rub on each roll.

It only took you a few rolls to clench and finish all over his cock. The sudden tightness made him follow suit and spill deep inside your walls with a satisfied groan.

He fell back against the pillows and moved down to sleep as soon as you were off and next to him.

Screw cleaning up, you'd just wash the sheets tomorrow..

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yevmarie · 24 days

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cigarettes after sex

daryl dixon x fem!reader

(indented text indicated context)

(sorry it's short... I'm trying to get back into my flow... also not proofread)

summary: smoking with daryl after sex was normal, but after this supply run, it will never be the same.

wc: 1k

warnings: drug use, no plot, oral (f and m receiving), handjobs, overstim, cum eating, face fucking, face riding, spanking

he grunted as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, he was painfully slow. your hips thrusting onto his cock in desperation as he let out a mocking laugh.

"don' need t'be so hasty now. do we?" he smirks as your brows furrow, biting down on your bottom lip. "such a needy lil thing ain't ya?" your boyfriend teased, his biceps flexing while his grip tightened on your hips.

you started to feel it finally kick in.

your chest was heaving, your body was sweaty from the filthy sex you just had. you looked over to daryl who was reaching over for his pack of cigarettes. "wait. I got somethin' better" you got up, daryl staring at your ass while you walked to the dresser in your room. you turned around after some digging with a tin box in your hand. "ever had sex while high on weed?" you opened the box to reveal joints.

daryl let out a sly smirk, not wanting to answer the question. he grabbed the lighter and lit one of the joints, handing it to you for the first pull.

the smoke filling your lugs as you handed it back to daryl, purposely and teasingly blowing the smoke in his face.

so yes, you finally felt you high kick in, daryl's blown pupils and red eyes indicated his kicked in toom. you felt a tingling sensation all over your body. daryl sped up, lewd moans leaving your mouth.

daryl cleched your jaw after taking a pull from the joint. while thrusting into you at a passionate pace, he blew the smoke into your mouth. from there, you inhaled it. somehow being high felt so much better with daryls cock buried inside of you.

"yeah yeah, c'mon take it" his words sounded distorted, hell, everything was distorted. it felt as if you were making love on a cloud, floating in a bliss of nothingness mixed with chaos.

although the two of you hadn't realized it, the windows and doors were closed. leaving the two of you in a hot box having passionate, wild, crazy, insane, amazing sex.

goosebumps forming all over your skin, this time your orgasm felt very different. it felt surreal, sensual. daryl couldn't help himself but to release his load into you. even then he couldn't stop thrusting, it just felt so good.

"nah. wait." he pulled out, you tried to get up. you watched him as he took a pull of the joint before handing it to you. you took a deep inhale before trying to clear your vision, if you weren't mistaken, daryls lips were making their way to your sopping, abused cunt.

this time, daryl was extra sloppy when it came to eating you out. his tongue thrusting in and out, his nose brushing on your clit.

"oh fuck baby" you moaned before taking another pull of the joint. your free hand playing with his hair.

he hummed on your cunt as a reply. the vibrations making you cum all over his face. he looked up at you as you blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry i-" he shut you up with a wet kiss, before going back down to your sex, placing a kiss on it.

he began again, his lips kissing your inner thighs. sucking the tender places, hoping to leave hickies.

it was going to be a long night.

it's been about an hour and the two of you don't plan on stopping. you're on the third joint now. three of six. the two of you didn't plan using up half of the weed but you were in a state of euphoria you wanted more. you needed more.

you playfully bit his lip when he got back on top of you. you switched over. straddling him. his cock hardening even more as you grind on him. your cunt going along the length of his cock, his tip feeling especially good against your clit.

you went down. your lips placing a sweet kiss on his cock. as your started to jerk him off. every now and then you'd spit on his tip for lubricant. finally after enough of teasing you handed daryl the joint before wrapping your lips around his cock.

moving up and down, daryl made a makeshift ponytail with your hair, his cock twitching in yout mouth to the view of your cheeks sucking around his cock, while it disappeared into your mouth.

you got up to his face, inhaling the smoke daryl blew into your face. you got close to his ear and whispered. "I want you to fuck my mouth" daryl almost choked, he'd never face fucked you before. not that he didn't want to.

you got off him and got on your knees at the edge of the bed. daryl put the joint on an ashtray before getting up and aligning his cock wit your pretty mouth.

you asked for this, so he wasn't gentle. your hands placed on his muscular thighs for support as both of his hands were at the back of your head. you felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, practically going down your throat.

he was at an evil speed, his eyes glued shut as used your mouth.

finally he pulled out, cumming all over your tongue. smirking as you swallowed all of it. your throat was in pain, and daryl could tell. "my turn" a devious smile fell on your face as you push him on the bed. he smiled as you grabbed fbe joint, taking a pull, giving him a pull before you straddled his face.

this time you were really loud. lewd, sinful noises leaving your lips as you rode daryls tongue. both of his hands on your ass cheeks before placing a slap on one to make you go faster.

daryl wanted to drown in your cunt. you could hear him saying "yeah baby" with a little grunt as his hand placed yet another stinging sensation on your ass.

eventually you got off. handing daryl the joint to take another pull. his fingers fucking into you as he praised you.

you came all over his fingers. "I love you baby" he muttered before placing a heated kiss on your lips.

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yevmarie · 24 days

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“I don’ have the patience ter remove yer clothes righ’ now.”

pairing. daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary. daryl returns from a hunt, but he doesn’t care for what he caught; he’d rather catch you beneath him

warnings. smut, unprotected sex, creampie, kitchen sex, horny!daryl

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

Although Daryl had been out hunting god knows what creatures that lurked outside the walls, he still looked at you as though you were his prey. His muddy boots left footprints in their walk as he stalked with an animalistic purpose towards you, a hungry glare encapsulating his eyes.

“Need ya righ’ now sweetness.” It wasn’t necessary for him to speak twice, an excited warmth circulated within your body, and from the famished desperation which he displayed as he posed a strong grip around your waist and littered rushed and open mouth kisses across the curve of your shoulder, it was obvious that no foreplay would be involved in your sensual activity.

Your hands drifted to the bottom seam of your ratty shirt that laid a small distance below your abdomen, however Daryl swatted them away from the fabric, blindly walking your bodies backwards until you were trapped between hun and the clear dining table.

“I don’ have the patience ter remove yer clothes righ’ now.” He muttered across your mouth, which left you enthralled. It felt almost scandalous despite being in your own home, endorphins were swimming in your bloodstream as you felt your centre become slick with the arousal that your archer had caused.

A gasp was quick to slip from your lips as Daryl pressed down on your sternum with his large palm, forcing your back to lay across the table, he licked at his lips as he cherished the sight of you in front of him, before he began sliding your faded jeans down your legs until they were balled up in a bunch at your calves.

“Need you inside of me D.” The words escaped you in the form of a whine, and that seemed to spur Daryl back into action. He fumbled in a messy fight against his belt, until the buckle was finally free, and then he proceeded to release his throbbing cock that was leaking with precum at the thought of being sheathed deep inside of you.

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this all day.” He huskily confessed, grasping his hard length with his dominant hand, standing between your legs as he rolled his flush red tip around your clit for a few seconds which had you wantonly yearning for more, before he angled his cock at your entrance.

He wasted no more time as he slowly pushed into your pulsating walls, the echo of various curses filling the room until your bodies were close together. One of his hands supported his weight atop of you beside your head on the table, as the other pivoted your right leg loosely over his hip.

He rolled his hips, which had your hands pressing into the blades of his scarred shoulders, but he cared not for their placement as he pulled back and plunged eight back into your heat. The archer built up a rhythm as your eyes crossed paths of contact his brunette locks fell around his face like a halo.

Your breaths intermingled, causing a dew to dawn on both of your faces, the grips you had on each others skin growing rougher. “Daryl…” His name came out as a whisper from the tip of your tongue, and the reply that you got was a few grunts and groans of endearing acknowledgment.

Your brows furrowed together as you felt the pit of your stomach broaden, warning your mind of an impending orgasm. “D-dar, I-I’m c-close.” Each syllable was drawled out and the pitch of your voice became higher and Daryl kept going strong with his erotic administrations, pressing his cock into you in a way that hit the sweet hidden spot that caused your high to prevail and snap.

He felt your release surround his cock, and with a few more ravenous plunges, he emptied his cum into your contracting walls, painting you from the inside out. Daryl remained in the same position that he had abjured atop of you for a few loving moments, placing a supple kiss upon your lips before removing himself.

A breathy laugh mindlessly fluttered from your mouth which caused Daryl to squint questionably at you and your amused, post orgasm haze. “It would’ve only taken a few seconds for us to get completely naked.” To prove your point, you kicked your boots off your feet, and allowed your jeans to peel all the way off your legs. Daryl rolled his eyes, silently finding amusement in your retort.

“Shuddup woman, needed ya.” He had been craving you, and as he allowed his eyes to run up your body, he felt the desire creep up on him again. It was a cruel world, but at least he had you; the woman he had survived through it all with. He’d never let you go anywhere, however the bedroom was sounding pretty exciting now.

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Shit, I love everything so much??? You’re getting me back into other Norman characters. Scud sounds fun to write… it’d be interesting to see how any of Norman’s characters would react to a reader with a teenage daughter, who suddenly starts calling him Dad. Some cute fluff.

Or a reader who just adores him and can’t get enough of him— random blowjobs or secret sex at work. lol. Any Norman character, really, now that I’m just getting back into not only Daryl Dixon.

Stay Quiet, Pretty Boy | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Scud loved it whenever you jumped him and pried him away from his work to have him take you over any surface in the workshop. However, with Blade around, the two of you couldn't do much, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), in public? (in the workshop), praise kink, pet names (baby, babe, etc.), almost getting caught, swearing.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: My first ever smut attempt, folks. I'm so sorry if this sucks. But thank you for the request! I really wanted to do the teen kid one but I feel like I've been writing nothing but Dad!Daryl recently, so I wanted to shake things up a bit. I might still write it, though. Hope you like this, lovely!

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Scud Frohmeyer was an absolute slut for you. He was always in the mood when it came to you and he had no problems with dropping whatever he was busy with to have his way with you, or let you have his way with him—god, he loved it when you took control. Having you on top was one of his favourite things in the world. Whenever you rode him, he swore that he was in heaven. And whenever you tugged him into a kiss by pulling his choker? He was an instant mess, willing to do anything for the goddess that sat on his lap.

The two of you were like horny teenagers around the workshop whenever Blade wasn't around. All it took was one suggestive comment and the two of you were jumping out of your clothes, pawing at each other. And if you couldn't get out of your clothes fast enough? Scud would help you by "accidentally" tearing it off of you. You had lost way too many shirts to keep track off because of Scud.

Scud couldn't think of one surface in the entire workshop that he hasn't had you leant against or on at some point. Every tabletop, counter, chair and car hood has been used at that point, multiple times. The two of you had probably had more sex in the workshop than you've had in your own shared bed.

However, when Blade returned for a couple of days with new work for the both of you that would take up most of your time and effort, your shenanigans were put on hold. Both you and Scud were too busy to do much. Blade kept giving you new tasks before you were even done with the current one you were working on and he hovered around to make sure that you did it. And when you were done for the night, you and Scud were way too tired to do anything. You'd simply collapse on the bed and the both of you would be out in seconds.

To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You adored your boyfriend and were always in the mood for him, so you decided to take matters into your own hands—whether your boss was there or not.

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Scud groaned against your lips as your tongue slipped into his mouth. He backed you up against the wall and put his hands beside your head, caging you against his body so that you couldn't escape—not that you'd want to, anyway. Your hands ran over his chest before moving up, pulling him closer by tugging on his choker.

Scud groaned again and detached his lips from yours, trailing down your neck and sucking on the sweet spot above your collarbone, eliciting a breathless moan from you. You tilted your head back to give Scud more access to your neck, your mind fuzzy at the pleasurable feeling of your boyfriend's lips on your exposed skin.

However, as soon as your hands trailed down his chest and to the big bulge in his jeans, Scud shakily drew back and caught your hand with his. His pupils were blown with lust and you could barely see the beautiful blues of his eyes, so the action caught you off guard.

“What's wrong?” you whispered breathlessly, your eyes searching his for an answer.

Scud shook his head. “We can't, babe. B might walk in.”

A mischievous thought crossed your mind. You pouted and frowned, faking a sad look. “So you don't want this?”

“Of course I do,” Scud replied instantly. “There's nothing I want more.”

“Then what's the problem?”

“Like I said,” Scud said, brushing your hair out of your face. “B might walk in, and then we can both kiss our jobs goodbye.”

You smirked at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You tugged him into a heated kiss by his collar, which he instantly reciprocated. When you pulled away, you gave him a heated look and let your hands trail down to his belt buckle, beginning to unfasten it.

“When did you become so sensible?” you asked in a mockingly sweet voice. “Where's the dirty Josh I know?”

“Sweetheart...”

“I need you, Josh. I wanna have my mouth around your dick. And I know you want it, too.”

Scud groaned when he felt you begin to unfasten the button of his jeans and pull his zipper down. Any sense of sensibility he possessed was beginning to deteriorate, and he knew he should've stopped you—Blade was somewhere in the building. He could walk in on the two of you at any minute. But the sight of you pulling his pants and boxers down and dropping to your knees in front of him made any sensibility he had fly out the window.

You took Scud's cock in your hand and began to stroke him up and down, maintaining eye contact with the man. A deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest and he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your hands on him.

“You gotta stay quiet for me, pretty boy. We don't want Blade hearing anything,” you told him before licking a stripe up to his tip, licking up the precum in the way you knew would drive him insane.

Scud inhaled sharply and his hips jerked, all thoughts instantly leaving his mind. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, bringing his hands down to grip at your hair.

You continued to tease him like that for a while. You wanted him to be a whining mess, to have him beg for you. Whenever you were in control, you made Scud work for his pleasure.

And it didn't take long.

“Fuck,” Scud whined, gripping your hair tightly. “Please, baby. I need your mouth so bad. Please. Oh god, please.”

Satisfied, you finally took his cock in your mouth. The moan Scud let out was damn near pornographic, his head tilting back as he shut his eyes in pleasure. His grip on your hair only tightened, and you moaned around his cock at the painful yet pleasurable feeling.

“Fuck, baby,” Scud groaned when he felt your head begin to bob, sucking him off and bringing him pleasure in the way only you could. “Shit, feels so good.”

You hummed around his dick, the vibration adding to your boyfriend's growing pleasure. You continued to suck him off, your hands stroking in time with your mouth's movements on the parts of his cock you couldn't fit into your mouth. Every so often you'd pop your mouth off to swirl your tongue around his tip before resuming your previous action.

Scud's mind was fuzzy. The feeling of your mouth around him and the thought of being caught in the act made his body swarm with ecstasy. What the two of you were doing was risky, and Blade could walk in at any minute, but despite his earlier hesitancy, Scud was enjoying himself.

One final swirl of your tongue was all it took for Scud to come undone in your mouth. His cum flooded your mouth and you swallowed every drop you could, and what you couldn't dripped out from the corners of your mouth. When you were sure he was done, you withdrew your mouth with a pop and stood up, wiping your hand over your mouth and licking the cum from your hands.

Scud watched the action with half lidded eyes, his breathing heavy. His heart was pounding against his chest, his mind was still fuzzy and his body was filled with ecstasy. He felt good, all thanks to you.

You smiled at him and drew his boxers and jeans back up his body, fastening the button and redoing the belt buckle before leaning up to kiss him. Scud moaned at the taste of him on your lips, his hands moving up to cup your face as he kissed you deeper.

“Scud! Y/n! I have something you need to do!”

The sound of Blade's voice echoing from the next room drew you and Scud apart. You sighed heavily and took a step back, straightening your clothes and fixing your hair to look presentable.

Before you could walk away, Scud caught your hand and turned you around, pulling you into another kiss. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

“I'm taking care of you tonight,” he promised you, before withdrawing and making his way over to the next room.

And boy, did he keep his promise.

#blade 2 #scud fromeyer #josh fromeyer #joshua fromeyer #scud smut #scud x reader #yevmarie reblogs

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“thought you were mad at me.”

“it’s a hate boner, i swear.”

summary. you and daryl, despite fighting and surviving side by side for years, have always had a tendency to get on each others nerves. the one thing he hates more than your recklessness however, is seeing you hurt

warnings. boners duh, swearing, mentions of death and turning, daryl skinning an animal, feelings, daryl being a boob man, no smut, slight angst, love confessions, implied smut

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

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There were many possible things that you could do to enrage Daryl Dixon; you’d been comrades for many years and it would have been suspicious if the two of you hadn’t found a way to flawlessly get on each others nerves.

Currently you were seated in your station of living, ass planted on a kitchen chair as you endured silent treatment from the archer whom was skilfully removing the outer layer of flesh and fur from a lifeless badger.

Your arms crossed upon the aged oak of the table as you silently criticised the lack of noise - the air was tense and riddled with thick annoyance, it was difficult to breathe through. To Daryl’s dismay, your fingernails danced in an attempted rhythm upon the surface of which that were layer atop of, creating a chorus of taps that were audible within the quiet room.

The sound filled his ear drums, and his attention drew away from the black and white striped creature that was in the process of having its fur stripped from its lifeless flesh upon the counter, and he irritatedly gritted his bottom row of teeth. He was becoming tired of your reckless habits, and the fact that you cared not for making one sorry mistake that would risk your life.

Despite the countless chances that he had had, he’d never told you of the feelings that he quietly harboured towards you, he kept them locked away from your knowledge, afraid that if he were to open up, he would only lose you, or that you would reject him for his deep infatuation. And that scenario was already on the verge of taking place, you’d been foolish, and luckily escaped with only scrapes and a few bruises.

But he was angry at your carelessness, it was as though you didn’t care whether you continued to live or died. His knife slipped across the badger’s skin, creating a thin red line through the mammal’s corpse as he stared down at it, hoping the morbid sight would distract him, though the sight didn’t sway him from being mildly aware of your presence.

Each fibre of his body was tense, he knew that you were hurt, somewhere on your body that he wasn’t certain of, but you hid the destination, which only brewed furthermore worry in his heart and chest. What if you were bitten? That would be something that he would never forgive himself for, that he hadn’t been there to protect you from the most gruesome process that a human could experience.

You would either turn into a cannibalistic monster that had an imperishable thirst for anything that breathed, or you would need a deadly pressure to your brain to prevent the walker transformation from completing itself in the vessel of your body.

It was an incurable disease, and you were all infected one way or another, but the bite would only enforce the burden of becoming one of them to a faster process. Daryl’s brain was haywire with emotions, his hand forced a tighter grasp around the knife, until he released it from his grip, placing it beside the spoils of his hunt.

He whipped around, glaring at you as you seemed undisturbed by the catastrophic ramblings that his brain was swirling in by its lonesome. Your brow arched in contempt, as you hid a smirk as you had seemed to make a crack in his brooding. But instead of his silence, there was a riddle of careful treading in his determined steps that slowly but intently made their route towards you.

Instead of being flabbergastered by his sudden change in exterior motives, you remained exactly where you were, fearless of the concoction of emotions that were emitting upon his face. Your hands continued their dance, precipitating farther exasperation to coil around the stealthy archer.

“Show me.” Daryl’s tone was brisk and harsh as they fell efficiently from his lips, and you ogled at them discreetly, employing the thought of them upon your own in your imagination. With a toying smile sprawled upon your lips, you cocked your head in query, stepping up onto your feet, allowing the entirety of your weight to fall upon them.

“Show you what? How to speak to a woman, because your tactics really aren’t working Dixon?” Not everything was a joke, this was a serious situation to him, yet you could not fathom that! Your words only made him enraged with your lacking will to look after yourself. It befuddled each cell in his body to think with common sense that you had managed to live this long, but he threw that building monologue away and as far as possible from flowing off his tongue.

He cared and that was all he wanted to show you, but it was impossible when you were so… impossible yourself! “The wound y/n. I swear ta god you better not be hidin’ a bite.” The hissing undertone of Daryl’s voice shocked you, whilst during past events he had made comments of his distaste for your methods of ‘getting things done��, he had never called you out so directly.

A pang in your chest told you how much you resented him using that tone to address you, but you shook it off, understanding that he presumed that you were destined sooner rather than later to meet a set fate. “Never took you for a religious man Daryl.” You gulped in your efforts to smother your blossoming timidness, hunching your shoulders as you pushed down on your confidence to make eye contact with the man. “And I’m not bitten,” you huffed, refraining from rolling your eyes, “I can prove it to you if you want.”

“Yeah, I do wan’ tha’.” He sternly replied, and all of a sudden you felt vulnerable. You rubbed your lips together anxiously, before reaching down and bringing your hands to the end of your shirt, beginning to peel it over your head, throwing the material that now hid little from sight on the table. In the moment you felt no regret for opting to wear a bra, but you still felt the need to surround your arms around your chest, which only drew more attention to your breasts.

You craned your neck, gouging his reaction as you turned to angle your ribs to his eye-line, the prominent flush of pink and purple bruising painting your side in a tie dye artwork effect. His lips parted, as his baby blues turned their focus from their rude excavation of your subtle cleavage to your side, his pupils wildly darting around the area with both relief and disdain.

“Ah, shit.” He rubbed his face with his large palm, as he realised that another part of his body continued to be distracted by his the other parts of your body that were teasing him with their supple beauty. “We should see if there’s any ice in the infirmary.” He stated, awkwardly feeling encased in the roomy kitchen. “I’m sorry, didn’ mean to make ya feel like ya had to show me.”

He felt stupid. So fucking stupid. Whilst he was never brought up in that way, he always tried to be respectful towards women, and he respected you more than most general people. If he were to voice his certain love of you now, or any when after this situation, he would look like an utter idiot.

“It’s okay.” Your voice sounded smaller now, and hated that he was the one that had burst your bubble of troublesome words. “I understand, enough of us are no longer here. You needed to make sure, and I appreciate that Dar.” You bowed your head, and luckily you were looking at your own feet, Daryl thought, as he felt compressed in his pants.

“I’ll go get ya some ice, and some pain killers.” Daryl was prepared to rush off, but as he was about to brush past you to do the errands to treat you that he had just listed, your arm swung, as your hand caught ahold of his wrist, dragging him into your personal space. On any other heart warming situation he wouldn’t have minded, you’d hugged before during hard times, but not when he had a… problem.

Instantly your y/e/c eyes shot in the direction of his face that was blooming into the shade of a beetroot. You had realised, you couldn’t not have. “Thought you were mad at me.” You teased, and Daryl felt the remainder of his body grow stiff as he released you. He would never live this down, you would never let him forget this.

“It’s a hate boner, I swear.” He attempted to save himself from your prodding smugness, however he knew all too well that was a losing battle. Your face returned to its coy assertion, aiming your mischievous smirk towards him - his erect cock was your fault, that was obvious. And you had been on a road too long without even hinting that you felt something more than seeing him as found family.

To once have thought you deserved happiness would have sounded like a sickening joke, and you would have maniacally laughed at the delirious prospect, but your hue of vibrant damage from the impact that had clashed with your side, and Daryl’s morbid assumption had reminded you that life was truly too short to waste any scrap of time.

“If you forget about the ice,” you deflected from the ache that pinched your bloodstream, “then maybe you can forget about that badger on the side too and prove that you’re not breaking a swear. What goods a ‘hate boner’ if you don’t get to prove how much you allegedly hate me?”

“Could never hate ya.” Daryl leant down and placed a peck upon your forehead, as his hand ghosted against your cheek, brushing your bottom lip with his rough padded thumb. “Now settle down, ya need some pain killers woman, I ain’t playing games no more. I ain’t lettin’ ya pretend you’re fine, can see you’re not.” He glanced down at the large bruise once again and physically winced; he knew you were in pain, anybody would be with such an infliction of harsh force.

“Then how about we stop this game for once and for all?” You weren’t sure if your words were for him or you, but nevertheless you drew your faces closer, allowing the tips of your noses to brush. “I’ve loved you since- I can’t even remember when I realised it, it just happened. And from then on, it’s something I can’t shake, and I don’t want to.” You confessed open heartedly, putting the secrecy that you had hidden for so long on the table.

Daryl felt his heart jump out of his chest, sure you’d make some infectiously teasing remarks at his expense, but he never thought that a woman like you would have the desire to be with a redneck tracker who had been born into a life that already had its share of issues. “I-“ Daryl took a deep breath that filled his wide chest, as he realised that this was the moment that he felt as though he had waited eons for. “I love ya, have done since the first time I saw ya. Couldn’ get ya outta my mind, jus’ wasn’t sure that someone like you could ever love someone like me…”

“Trust me Daryl, you can be more sure about it than your hate boner.” A laugh tumbled from your lips, and whilst Daryl adored the sound more than the tapping that your fingers had done on the table, he decided to shut you up. With his hand on finding purchase finally on your cheek, he pulled you in, meeting your lips as your mouths melted together, his opposing hand hovering over your extreme bruising as though he could protect it from the air itself.

The kiss was filled with each memory he held of you, each flashed like a tribute in his mind behind his closed eyes, as he finally felt shockwaves of passion flow between you. It was the best thing that he had experienced since the outbreak had began, and each moment of turmoil and agitation was worth it. He was finally home, with you, the person who accepted him wholeheartedly.

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yevmarie · 24 days

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petal plush’d

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary:

Sinnedenoderum: Floral Species - When inhaled by human beings it has psychoactive properties as well as acting on the nervous and vascular systems. Often causes a lack of inhibitions and desire or delusion of the need for sexual intercourse. In some cases will cause tumecense in individuals affected.

Setting: Season 2, the farm.

Warnings; dub-con (reader is willing but daryl doesn’t ask), drugging (sex pollen, without consent/forcefully), size!kink, panty sniffing, oral (m and f), unprotected piv, mentions of vomit (no one actually vomits), rough sex, swelling genitalia, poorly written SMUT, no plot just VIBES (sex pollen vibes)

Word Count: 3k

A/n: heed the tags y’all. Enter at your own risk. This is more idea/concept than good prose so; sorry if it’s written like dogshit.

18+ mdni.

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Daryl should know better. Everyone who ever known anything up in the mountains knew you don’t smell the purple flowers. Daryl shouldn’t be wasting any time smelling any flowers. Supposed to be out hunting. But nah, had to stop and do it. After all there was a whole damn bush of ‘em. How could he not?

Honestly, he’d probably already been influenced by the time he kneeled down and took a big inhale. The spores already creeping in and taking hold of him. As soon as he does it, he stands up straight as an arrow. A mission. A need. An ache.

He stalks back to camp, handful of flowers and spores that he’s tracking all through the forest. This is how they spread. This is how they used the human species to populate.

He’s over by the tents, blinking back into reality as he unzips yours. He doesn’t know it’s yours, doesn’t care. Doesn’t matter. His brain is reset - back to zero. Back to puberty and being so horny he could fucking die and he’s going to find a pair of used underwear and he’s going to put it in his fucking mouth. His ears are pounding, he’s never felt dirtier. His cock rock hard and killing him.

Your few pairs of dirty panties are hidden in a ball in the bottom of your backpack and they are honestly disgusting. Just exactly how Daryl likes them. Worn maybe a few days, and when you were working in the sun. Sweaty and salty and tangy and delicious. His saliva bringing the taste back to life on his tongue, his eyes roll back into his head.

He’s an animal. On all fours in your half unzipped tent with a wad of soiled underwear in his mouth. Hand shooting down his pants to touch himself but it doesn’t feel like anything.

Nah, he should know better. Knew it wouldn’t. Knew he either had to ride it out or find a girl. But now he knew he had to find whoever these belonged to. This fuckin’ taste. He needed you.

He quickly scours the tent for a clue as to whose tent it is. Coming across some silly charm bracelet he’s seen you wear and a few notebooks he’s definitely seen you writing in.

Daryl exits the tent with a bit more hesitancy, his heart pounding even harder. Part of his brain fighting back against what he knew this flower was about to make him do to you.

This is how they spread.

He comes across you alone on the far edge of the field hanging laundry on the line, almost hidden in the tall grass that edged the property, grateful that he didn’t have to face anyone else like this. His hand covers his hard dick in his pants before he calls out to you, “Hey!”

You jump, not realizing anyone had been out here with you, wondering how long he’d been standing there. You give him a once over and realize something’s wrong, he’s out of breath and looks like he’s in pain. “Hey!” You call back, continuing to hang clothes, “What’s going on?”

You put your hand up to shield the sun as you make eye contact with him. He’s standing there with his hand over his mouth, slumped shoulders, other hand loosely over his crotch - before he starts walking toward you. Feet scraping against the grass as he stalks over.

“Gonna need yer help w’somethin’.” He shouts, finally getting close enough to speak at a normal volume; to see him without squinting your eyes in the sun.

He’s flushed, his heart racing. You can tell just by looking at him that whatever he needed help with, you didn’t want to be involved. You assumed it was something like hard labor. Or walking far somewhere. And you were enjoying the mendacity of hanging the laundry on the line. It was serene. "I'm kinda busy, can't someone else help you?"

"Naw, s'gotta be you." He replies quickly, his voice almost dancing up your neck. His moves are deliberate as he positions himself behind you, one hand grazing the skin on your shoulder before pulling it right across your body. Crossed across your chest, he whispers even deeper into your ear, "These're yers, righ'?" He asks gruffly while pulling his arm up and into a light chokehold, elbow crooked around your neck, his whole body pressed into you. Your eyes shoot wide while he holds up a pair of your used panties with an extended arm directly in your line of sight. The light stain clear as day, you're more mortified than confused. His grip gets tighter, "They are, ain't they?" his heavy breaths moving your hair as he speaks into your ear.

You nod, cautiously, curiously. "Mmhmm"

As he pulls the panties close to your face you see the soft purple colors of a flower - and then you smell it. On top of your own scent there is a light delicate unmistakeable floral smell. Daryl’s holding the flower inside the panties, shoving them both forcefully in your face. “Don’ be shy, com’awn.” He grunts, without taking his arm from your neck he removes the flower to put the panties back up to his own face. He maneuvers you slightly in his grip and shoves the flower back into your nose. Both of you taking deep breaths in. You don’t have time to wonder what the hell is going on before it hits you. Daryl’s inside his head screaming at himself, but he can’t stop. He doesn’t know he wouldn’t have to use some flower to get with you. Or that you’d probably have done this willingly.

You don’t have time to think about it. You don’t care.

You’re overtaken. Set to zero. This insatiable need; you look over at him, gnawing at the light stain right in the center, and it fills you with desire. He tears himself away to see if it had worked yet. Your dilated pupils in the midday sun were an instant give-away. He pulls you fifteen feet towards the tall grass and shoves you backwards, you land on your ass and your elbows but even that pressure and shock vibrates through your body like a dull orgasm.

Your heads swimming, you’re fucking drowning in it. Daryl’s between your legs and pulling your panties off of you as fast as all of this seemingly has happened, his tongue covered in saliva like he’s fucking drooling for it. He needs you, now. To taste that fuckin’ juice right from the tap. He dives into you nose first, parting your lips harshly for his rough tongue, he’s not trying to please you. He’s trying to eat you alive. He’s never been hungrier.

There’s a thought prickling in your subconscious; you know the flower is what did this to both of you. Looking down your body, his tongue on your cunt is starting to become way too sensitive, you realize your pussy is swelling. Engorged, puffy, and honestly adorable. Daryl seems to like it, licking along the glossy wet skin more slowly. Taking your swollen lips in his mouth and swirling his tongue all around them. The sensation vibrating inside of you only reminding you of how hollow you feel. “Daryl-!” You choke out, he grunts into you in response.

“Put that fat cock down my throat already.” Your eyes go wide at your own words, you can’t imagine ever saying that; and yet it slips right out of your mouth like you’d never been more confident in your whole life. It is what you wanted. But…damn. It was like every dirty thing your subconscious ever wanted was pushing it’s way through and to the surface. It’s on your skin, it’s in your thoughts, it’s bursting out of your fuckin’ soul.

When Daryl hears your words it sparks something inside him too. Reignites a desire long lost to actual experience. Something he’d always wanted to try but never could. He was going to fuck your face until you threw up all over his cock. He smiles, kissing up your leg, “Ya wanna choke on it, huh?”

Your eyes roll back as you feel him move from between your legs, shuffling through the tall grass to kneel beside you. Daryl gazes down at your body, your skin sunkissed and flushing and perfect, everything seemed brighter. Like you were fuckin sparklin’ in the sunshine. He’s not expecting his cock to be just as swollen as your pussy was, but jesus christ. It almost makes him lose his balance, he’s never seen himself look so big. It turns him on that much more. He can’t take it, your mouth just inches away and drooling for it.

Your cheeks immediately burn at the entrance of his engorged member. Spit rocketing out the sides of your mouth around him as your breath quickens. He pushes himself deeper into you. poking at the back of your throat and you gag. He doesn’t care, you don’t care. He drives himself in and out of your mouth with no abandon, like he’d never been able to do before. Always too scared, too ashamed, too embarrassed. Never able to take the back of the girls head and just force her down on him. Exactly everything he’s doing to you now. And you love it. Your eyes sting with tears, and you’re gagging and spitting up thick strings of saliva and mucus, and you can hardly breathe. Daryl’s looking down at you, thinking to himself that he’s never seen someone look more fuckin’ beautiful. “Takin’ ma cock like such a good slut, hm?”

You look up at him, mouth stuffed full. As he speaks your eyes flutter closed, nothing's ever sounded hotter. It seeps into you and shakes your core. Daryl pulls his hips back, hands in your hair and pumps long purposeful strokes into the back of your throat while he continues praising you, “So. Fuckin’. Good. Fer me.” Each grunt another rough assault on your mouth.

Your jaw was starting to seize up, your cheeks completely abused. Your tears turning to real ones, whines at the back of your throat. Snot bubbling out of your nose as you try to breathe.

Daryl doesn’t notice but he stops anyway, pulling himself out of your mouth, his cock bouncing proudly as he makes his way between your legs again.

He’d looked down and over you, taken one look at that puffy pussy, jiggling in the sunlight, and the flower took him over. No thoughts left in his head; no more perverse diversions, just the need to empty inside of you. To fill you full.

You close your eyes and wait as you feel him push through your folds, kissing the head of his cock with your sensitive clit a few times before dipping himself inside of you. His swollen head pushing your walls apart is an agonizingly delicious burn. Slowly inching himself inside, he can’t fucking breathe you’re so fucking tight.

Every part of you pulsates with extra blood, so sensitive and juicy and perfect. As he starts to pull out, you can feel your pussy being pulled back with it. The size and girth of him creating a suction inside of you, it pulls him back in. Daryl groans deeply at the feeling and begins to reposition himself

Grabbing your legs and pushing your knees up toward your head, your hips angled directly to the sky as he plunges long deep strokes into you. Your pussy pulling up with his cock every time he pulls out. You can see him pulling and pushing with every thrust, your lips coming to meet his shaft and swallowing him again.

“Fuckin’ made for ma’ cock, huh?” He takes one hand off the back of your thigh and holds himself at the base, rubbing himself back and forth through your folds harshly. Watching the plump skin jiggle around his cock. He’s never seen anything like it, so full and perfect and so fucking hot. He almost gets lost in it, fucking up and into your tumescent lips, but you want him inside again. You’d never felt so full in your life.

You buck your hips up into him and he gets the message, burying himself inside of you slowly and to the hilt. He pulls himself out of you again, even slower. Both of you just feeling as every vein and bulge is suctioned tight to your walls as he moves.

You both seem to drone into this feeling. Him slowly sliding in and out of you, both of you watching as your pussy contracts around him - until you start moving to meet his hips, wanting him even deeper.

Daryl sits up and repositions you both again, his thick calloused digits moving over your skin so gently in comparison to this whole experience. Pushing your legs, and repositioning your hips so that you’re face down in front of him. Can’t fuckin’ wait to feel that grip from behind. He knows he’s done for the second you arch your back and push yourself back into him. He’d hardly got the tip in before you were bottoming yourself out ontop of him. As you slowly pull yourself off he watches your asshole puff out, his cock head pushing it out from the inside. Fuck, he can’t even move. Just letting you ride him from underneath, watching your asshole push out and around his cock from inside your fucking body. Holy fuckin’ goddamn shit.

You milk his cock with your pussy until you can feel him swelling even more. You slow down to give him back control, to let him use you however he wants. Daryl takes one hand on each hip and pushes you flush with the ground. His thumbs spreading you apart so he can watch his cock drive into you as he finishes. He’s doesn’t know it yet but he’s going to think about how good your cunt swallowed him every time he cums for years - it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Pulling your hips back against him with such force his fingernails dig into your skin, your gasping out screams as he fucks into you so deeply you forget how to breathe. You can feel every single twitch of his cock as it pulsates his load inside of you.

But you were still aching. He slumps over ontop of you, his sweat kissed forehead dropping to your shoulder, as if reading your mind he asks you sweetly, “What do you need?”

“Suck on my tits.” You rasp out, not needing even a moment to think about it. Your nipples had been screaming for attention this whole time. He grunts a smile into the skin of your shoulder before flipping you over on your back again. Moving out from between your legs he kneels on the ground beside your sprawled out body. He moves his hand swiftly over the top of your dress and yanks it down, your nipples just as puffy and swollen as your pussy. Even though the effects of the flower are wearing off Daryl can’t help but salivate again at the sight. He dips his head down to your chest, licking into your nipple, pushing it around inside his mouth. You lose it. The tight tension in your belly unraveling and twisting itself into every part of you. Your hand shoots down between your legs to play with your clit but Daryl pulls it away and replaces it with his own.

His warm rough fingers circle your sensitive bundle of nerves so gently, you’re dissolving against his touch. Climbing inside and up the steep hill to the top of your orgasm. His lips still tightly sucking on your breast, one hand between your legs, and the other pulling on your other nipple harshly. Your body feels so ruined, so pulled and prodded apart, destroyed against the force of the flower through the arms of a man. It cascades through your cunt like you’re expecting, but you’ve never felt an orgasm that tore through the nerves in your nipples as well. Like every place he’s attached to you explodes all at once. Screaming into the open air while it rips through your body. Pussy to fingertips to toes and back again, a shaking mess underneath of him.

Daryl didn’t have time to feel the post-nut shame, not with you to take care of. But you feel it. The prickly grass on your skin like small reminders of the dirty things you’d said, you’d done with him. The way he’d seen your body, the way it reacted to him.

His voice cuts through, as he’s putting himself away and back into his pants, “Shit, sorry I made ya do all that. It’s the damn flower…” he doesn’t even know how to explain, how to begin to apologize for what he’d just done to you. How he’d violated you.

“No,” you scramble, blushing, “I liked it. I mean-“ you cough, standing up and dusting yourself off, “I know the flower made me really like it. But, I would have… liked it anyway.”

Daryl observes you getting awkward and stumbling over your words, it makes him feel less like a super fucking predator. He takes a few big strides to stand close to you again, leaning down and kissing your forehead. He touches his thumb to your lips, “Cuz yer fuckin’ made fer me.” He means it. Your scent, the way you fit around him, the way you took his cock so perfectly. Fuckin’ made for him.

“Don’chya got somethin’ yer s’possed ta be doin’, girlie?” He tugs on some of your hair before slapping your ass and making his way back to the tents. Leaving you to gather yourself and finishing hanging clothes. Going back to tell everyone the bad news that he didn’t hunt anything today. ‘Cept a pretty girl and her womb.

He left that part out. And no one believed him about the flower when he tried to warn them it was in the woods close by. Just an old Appalachian wives tale. Sure.

a/n: had this idea swimming for a few days, had a few parts written. Blasted it out in a few hours and I didn’t really proofread it but I feel like this is NO PLOT JUST VIBES.

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