Daryl Dixon X F!Reader: Together Apart Ch. 6

Daryl Dixon x f!Reader: Together Apart Ch.3

Warnings/Mentions: Merle being Merle, History of abuse, neglect, strong language, mentions of character death, alcohol and drug abuse, ptsd, shared trauma, reader is cold, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slowburn, angst

Summary: You reminisce on the old days spent with Merle and Daryl.

Notes: This is mostly flashbacks to life growing up with Daryl and Merle, the good ole days :D Merle says some homophobic and probably racist stuff, cause he's Merle

“Dude, just go apologize, holy shit. You're worse than the teenage girls I went to school with.”

“Mind your own goddamn business. S’between me and Merle.” 

“He's got a point. You're acting shifty as hell. What happened to leaving? Huh? We've got Merle back, nothing's changed, these people still see us as redneck trash, can we just go already?”

“Said mind your business.”

Hindsight is a bitch.

You were five years old when you met Daryl and Merle for the first time. Unless your memory served you wrong, it was the fourth of July, and the trailer park was getting together to set off a bunch of illegal fireworks. You were sitting with your family as your neighbors got everything ready, a few of them grilling hotdogs and hamburgers. Your father had brought your mother a burger, which she split with you.

Your father was the only black sheep in your lives at that point in time. Anyone could tell just by looking at him that he didn't belong there, in a dingy trailer covered in blotches of mildew and rust. He was always clean shaven, no tattoos, perfect white teeth. He never smoked, never did drugs, never even drank. Even his name stood out among the Tammys, the Justins, Tuckers, Mandys, the Brandons and the Krystals. He was a Sebastian. He always wore clean clothes, and it was a stark contrast to your mother, who was the whole reason he was there in the first place. 

She was nothing like him. She had a beautiful face, sure, but that was about the only thing beautiful about her. Most of her teeth were yellow from cigarettes and drugs, some of them missing, and the molars in the back had eventually all turned black. She was never seen without a cigarette in her fingers, her nails a different bright color everyday. Her clothes always stank of cigarettes and BO, but despite all of that, she wasn’t all that much of a terrible human. Not until later on.

Your mother loved your father, and he loved her. She loved you too, even if she was mean most of the time, she never hit or screamed at you until he left. After that she took a dark turn, becoming a woman you grew to despise. She blamed you for him leaving, but  you knew the truth, she was the reason. She’d relapsed one too many times and he had enough, he left and he took you with him, but CPS ultimately dragged you kicking and screaming from your grandmother's house back to the prison that was your trailer.

That fourth of July was one of the last good memories you had with your parents. Your mother had been clean for seven months, and she looked stunning that night in her pink sundress and purple nail polish. She brought you a freeze pop and you ate it like it was a gourmet dessert, sitting beside her on the grass as you watched your neighbors set up the fireworks. 

When you finished eating you went to play with the group of kids, they would end up becoming your last resemblance of a friend group, a pair of girls your age and a handful of boys. One of the older boys made a rude comment about the DIxon brothers, and you decided to introduce yourself. 

Merle was about sixteen then, maybe seventeen, but he treated you and Daryl like you were the same age, something you deeply admired about him. You threw rocks at beer bottles behind their trailer, and you smoked your first cigarette there, hacking your lungs out, much to their amusement. Merle bragged and showed off his father's gun and crossbow collection, and soon after that their mother shooed you all out of the house like stray cats. 

You wished you could say the three of you became thick as thieves after that, but truthfully you didn't have many memories with them. To echo the point, you weren’t really friends. Just people with similar situations that lived near each other.

You took a deep drag of Daryl's cigarette and pulled away from him, holding it in your lungs. 

He didn’t say anything, and neither did you. You sat in silence, your legs hanging off the bridge you sat upon, sharing one of your last cigarettes. 

You turned a spent shell casing over in your fingers as Daryl flicked the butt into the river below. It was Merle's bullet casing, you knew that, the three of you had been on that bridge a few days prior when he let off a few shots into a small group of walkers. It was small, from the little .22 pistol that he’d borrowed from you. He’d never given it back, and it pained you to assume it was most likely still in his waistband, stuck to his rotting corpse until some other survivor came along and took it. 

“C’mon. Let's get back.” Daryl grunted as he hopped off the ledge and slung his crossbow over his shoulder. This was the only thing he said to you for the rest of the day, and for a while after that. 

Once you had said that your odds of survival were higher when there were more people around. World views change fast, apparently, because when the prison group took in the Woodbury citizens, you felt more at risk than when it had been a group of ten. 

Though you always despised the word ‘outcast’, it was the only word good enough to describe your place in the prison. 

It was easier when Merle had been there. It was only a few days but it was nice, you found yourself making an effort to hang out with him more, something he secretly appreciated. There wasn't anyone in his life anymore that enjoyed spending time with him, aside from Daryl. But some days it felt like not even his baby brother wanted to be around him. 

“You know how to fish?” You had asked him one evening as the two of you walked back from a supply run mostly empty handed. 

“Do you know who you're talkin' to sweetheart? Course I know how to fish.” 

You sat on the riverbank as he dumped his fourth trout into your bucket of water. You had caught one small catfish, and that seemed to do wonders for his pride, it gave him another thing to brag about doing better than anyone else in camp. 

“Little asskickers gonna have her first taste of good ole American fish tonight.” Merle laughed proudly, wiping his hands on his pants. 

“I don't think babies can eat fish. I don't think they can eat anything but formula.” You commented and stood from your spot, pulling in your makeshift fishing line. 

“A lil’ fish can't hurt.”

“No, seriously. I don't think she can have any.”

“Psh.” He muttered and picked up the bucket. “Useless fuckers. Can't eat, can't speak, can't walk, hell.”

Before the outbreak, you'd spent the most time with the eldest Dixon brother. Only to buy or trade drugs, occasionally getting high together, but it was still time spent in each other's presence. He very much enjoyed doing speed and teaching you things, normally how to shoot different types of guns, or just sitting in some random person's house listening to his rants about racism, homophobia, whatever he felt passionate about that day. 

“It just ain't natural, and I said, you couldn't pay me a cold million to touch one of you shitlickers. Yessir.” He was laughing then, amused in his retelling of some high school escapade that you weren't really paying attention to. Merle could be tasteless at times, and it was of no interest to you, you were enjoying your expensive high and there was no way in hell you were going to ruin it by getting into an argument with someone like him. 

You must've dozed off, because the long, drawn-out yell of your name had your heavy head lolling back up to see Merle a foot away from you. A grin split onto his face and he slapped your shoulder. “C'mon. Got a hot date, wouldn't look too good bringin’ your ass around. Get up. C'mon now!” 

Maybe you should've stuck around, cause he ended up getting a nasty case of gonorrhea from her. About a week later you found out from the man himself, standing in front of the coolers in your local gas station. They didn't sell gas anymore, too expensive, but they didn't lose any customers. 

“Should'a known a bitch that ugly would be crawlin’ with it.” He cursed, hiking up a six pack of beer on his shoulder as he followed you to checkout, his little shadow following behind.

“Told ya. Just didn't listen.” Daryl muttered, swiping a pack of cigarettes to slip into his back pocket. 

“Yeah, well, that's cause you don't know jack shit about women. The hell would I listen to you for?” 

“Even I could've told you that.” You spoke around the SlimJims between your lips as you handed the cashier a crumpled up ten dollar bill. She said nothing about you obviously being underaged and buying a cheap bottle of wine, everyone in town knew about your mother. “That's what you get for being a dick to that poor kid.”

“You talkin' about that-” The noisy chime of the bells above the front door covered his derogatory choice of words. 

“Those men, yeah. Don't know why it's so hard for you to leave people alone.”

“Cause it's America sweetheart, ain't no place for that kind of degeneracy here.” 

You bit back your quip concerning the women he surrounded himself with and looked to Daryl, who was too busy flipping through an obscene magazine to notice.

You weren't the model student after your father left. Most days were spent by yourself in the surrounding woods, fucking around until the buses prepared to leave. On the rare occasion that you had company, it was usually the senior you bought drugs from. He was weird, overly gentle with a very soft voice, something about him extremely off putting. 

Maybe things would've been different if you had been friends with Daryl back in school. He had only gone for a little while, using any and every excuse to get out of that house, even if it did include going from one prison to another. You weren't sure when he dropped out (technically he didn't drop out, he just stopped showing up), but it was right around the time Merle was out of prison. 

They left their father then, moving from couch to couch, and eventually ended up staying with another dealer you were vaguely familiar with. 

“Holy shit, look at you!” Merle whistled playfully after realizing it was you that had just come through the door. 

“The fuck? Merle?” You could barely recognize him. He looked so different from the last time you saw him, hardened by the months in prison. Daryl looked different too, he'd started growing some facial hair and looked a bit larger as well. It had been about a year or two since your last encounter, so it was to be expected. They stood up from the couch they sat on to greet you, Merle offering you a hit from his glass pipe, which you declined. 

“Nah, you know I never liked that shit.”

Merle snickered and held his lighter flame under the glass orb. “Right, right. Forgot you were too classy for crystal. Only the,” he tapped the side of his nostril, “for you.”

You caught up in the dealer's living room, some guy named Jesse, and enjoyed your purchases. You were happy then, for a few reasons. Jesse's shit was a lot better than what you were used to, so you found yourself a new reliable source, but also because you got to see Daryl again. You got to see him laughing, joking, no black eyes or busted lips. You got time with them as they were, before the world changed. 

You found yourself missing that time, watching as Daryl flung dirt over his shoulder into the grass behind him. It was the present, and you were sitting beside the hole he dug, too hungry to help. You'd forgotten to eat breakfast that morning and it was too early for lunch to be ready, whatever it was Carol or Beth had fixed up for the prison members. 

“What do you think Jesse's up to?” 

Daryl squinted against the sun to focus on you, momentarily pausing his digging. “Who?”

“That dealer you guys used to stay with. Beanie guy.” 

“Oh, yeah. Shit.” He grunted and stretched his back, happy for a break from grave digging. “Hell, I don't know. Probably dead.”

“You think? He seemed pretty tough to me.”

Daryl laughed abruptly at that. “Guy was a prick, but he wasn't no ‘tough guy’. Would go straight to usin’ guns instead of fightin’ like a real man.” 

You would never discover the fate of Jesse, but the decision to bring Daryl's mind back to wander in the past did wonders for bringing the two of you closer once again. 

To everyone's surprise, including you, Daryl dealt with his brother's death far better than you had. You'd expected he'd want to leave after that, go live alone and shut out everyone else. He didn't though, he cried a few times, sure, he got distant and chose to only keep you as company, but while you were still angry and grieving, he was laughing and forming bonds with the new group members. 

You weren't too sure why Merle's death had devastated you that much, the two of you weren't exactly best friends. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was one of the only two things keeping you connected to your past life, even though it was awful, it was better than the constant looming threat of being eaten by dead people. As shitty as your mundane life was, it would have gotten better, one day you would've been stronger than your mother and you would've stood up for yourself, put an end to the physical abuse, and if you were lucky you could've been able to leave and find your father and brother. 

Now Daryl truly was the only bit that remained, not counting material possessions. 

The same went for Daryl as well. The difference between you and him though was that the loss of his brother turned into a good thing. He was no longer a shadow of another human, no longer basing his ideals and opinions on said human. While you dealt with the pain by using Daryl as a crutch, he used it to find out who the unbiased Daryl was, abandoning the ‘Merle Dixon’s kid brother' persona. 

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Daryl Dixion x f!Reader Nsfw: Fingers in your Mouth

Warnings/Mentions: Oral, Daryl gets you off with his boot, gagging, throat fucking, he forces your mouth open

Summary: Your attitude and snarky remarks earns you a red face and watery eyes after Daryl accepts your challenge.

Notes: I love rough Daryl I love rough Daryl

Your attitude was going to get you killed, or worse. Or better. 

Yeah, this was a lot better. 

You weren't really a ‘brat’ per se, but there were times when people were acting so dramatic and over the top that it drove you to catching an attitude. 

Like back at the farm where Shane, Lori and Rick were having their melodramatic soap opera. You called them out on it, and got a lot of shitty looks. 

Or when Daryl would get overly grumpy and start pulling away from everyone. You called him out on that too. What you didn't know was that he was looking for a reason to go off, and you calling him a cliche lone wolf that needed to get laid was the perfect reason. 

“Need to get laid, huh? S'that what you think?” He laughed in your face, throwing his hands up for emphasis. 

You mocked him, tossing your arm like you were throwing a basketball in a hoop. “Nah, I know it. I know your type. Sleezy redneck who'd fuck any bitch that would give him the honor. Shit ain't so easy out here, and that's why you're treating me like a goddamn mosquito buzzin’ all up in your face.”

He watched you, his eyes following your hands as if he expected you to pull out a gun and start waving it around. He hung his crossbow over his shoulder and folded his arms as you spoke, nodding like he was actually paying attention.

“Ya' done?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Go get your dick sucked. Better yet, go fuck that redhead that lives across the street.” You referred to the Alexandrian resident, the one who had been drooling over Rick, Daryl, and Abraham the day you all arrived. 

“I got a better idea.” 

He snickered at that, and started unbuckling his belt.

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head, your hands immediately going to rest on your hips. “What? Gonna go on a week-long hunting trip and come back even more of an asshole? Speak to the trees?”

Your eyes widened. 

“Woah, dude.” The laugh that came from your mouth was dry and anxious. You held your hands in front of you, palms out in surrender. “Wasn't serious.”

“Nah, I think you were.” He slipped the leather through the buckle, and began walking towards you. “Melissa's at home. Don't feel like walkin’ all that much for a shitty blow job from that dumb bitch.”

“So you'll walk three feet for a shitty blow job from a not dumb bitch?” You swallowed hard, glancing over your shoulder at the outer walls behind you.

Maybe you shouldn't have followed Daryl out of Alexandria to bitch at him for leaving the shower a muddy mess. 

Now he was in front of you, working on the button of his jeans. 

You didn't want to seem like some desperate whore, but fuck, it had been a real long time for you too. Last time you saw a dick was when you caught Merle pissing on the side of the prison while you were on watchtower duty. That was... what, seven months ago? You had no fucking idea. 

“C'mon then. Make me feel better.” His voice was low then, the same tone he'd use when challenging someone. Daring someone. 

You shifted your feet, watching as he didn't go any further than unzipping his jeans. 

Oh.

Your heart sped up when you came to the realization that he was fucking with you, he didn't actually expect you to suck his dick. He was trying to make you uncomfortable, get you off his back so he could go back to brooding in the woods. 

Your lips spread into a smile, and you took one last glance over your shoulder before bending your knees and kneeling in front of him. 

You grabbed onto the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, watching as his dick, semi hard, rolled out. 

Above you he grunted, obviously taken aback by your actions. He was stiff, almost paralyzed in shock as you grabbed onto his dick and gave him a few long strokes. 

You looked up at him, a shit eating grin on your lips. “Look at that.” His dick was already hard as a rock. All it took was a few lazy strokes. “Didn't think you'd be so easy.”

You wiped the grin from his face the second you got your tongue on him. He choked on his own breath, grabbing your hair as he fought to keep standing. 

Finally he reacted, his eyebrows raising and a grin of disbelief on his face. You knew what he was thinking. ‘Says you’. Says the one about to suck his dick five seconds after he jokingly told you to. 

When you started taking his dick in your mouth, he lost the fight. He pulled away and walked a few steps backwards until he bumped into a tree, and only then did he finally slump towards the ground. 

He raised a shaky hand and beckoned you forward with a curled finger. 

Your heart leapt up into your throat and you had to force yourself to walk forward calmly, and not trip over the numerous branches and twigs littering the forest floor. 

It was hard to act calm seeing Daryl slumped against the base of a tree with his cock out. And he had this look on his face, rather, his eyes. Slightly narrowed with his head tilted back, watching you through his lashes as you approached him. 

They were the sexiest bedroom eyes you'd seen in your entire life. 

You crouched in front of him between his spread knees and reached out to grab his cock again. All the confidence you had a few moments earlier was completely gone, drained from your body the second he looked at you with that darkened expression. 

His knee jerked ever so slightly when you hunched over to take him in your mouth. It was cute, the way he was so responsive to you. If you weren't so turned on (and intimidated) you'd find it endearing. 

You did your best to make him squirm and moan, sucking the tip of his dick with as much pressure as you could manage, swirling your tongue around the head, using your other hand to massage his balls, and it worked.

Confidence was slowly building back up inside you the more you heard him sigh and gasp. That was until you saw his right leg slide up, and felt the tip of his boot between your thighs. 

You gasped through your nose, your jaw quivering around him. 

“Easy, hmm?” He breathed, a hand reaching down to push your hair from his face. The boot thing was unintentional, just an accident. But now that he'd seen you react to it, it was his top priority before cumming down your throat. 

Making you squirm and moan.

You tried to clench your thighs shut, maybe slide down onto your stomach, but that was foolish. A stupid idea. He was wearing steel toed boots and he simply nudged your knees apart, the tip once again sliding against your jean covered cunt. 

The moan that vibrated around his length was filthy, you couldn't help it. You also couldn't help pushing your hips down, and the second moan that came after the feeling of pressure against your clit. 

Suddenly, his boot applied a little too much pressure. You gasped through your nose again, and without even meaning to, grazed your teeth along the head of his dick. 

He cursed, his body jerking up and his hands balling up fistfuls of your hair. 

You popped your mouth off of him, shooting him a glare. “I didn't mean to. You were being too rough.”

“Don't, don't fuckin’ do that.” He hissed, using the grip he had on your hair to give you a rough yank. His version of punishment. 

His eyebrows raised, and his thumb gathered the bit of drool you had on your bottom lip. “You never stop bitchin’, even with a dick in your mouth.”

You scoffed, and did something you shouldn't have. 

You lowered your head back down, and grazed your teeth along his shaft, pulling your lips back in a playful sneer.

He didn't like that, and he sat up straighter. 

His thumb went from your bottom lip to your mouth, shoving all the way back to your molars. He shifted it sideways and slanted, forcing your mouth to stay open, and slipped his dick back in your mouth. 

With his other hand he tightened his grip on your hair and began moving your entire head up and down his length.

You wanted to pull off of him, call him a fucking asshole and tell him to jerk himself off, but his boot was rubbing against you again and much more gently than before. 

The grip he had on your hair wasn't something you could get out of, even if you really wanted to. 

He was considerate at first, moving your head slow and not too low. Just enough to tease the back of your tongue. You'd gotten used to it, finding ways to make it more comfortable, even with his fingers prying your mouth open. 

Just as you'd worked up a routine, he snatched it away from you with a thrust of his pelvis. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, your hands flying up to grab onto his hips to steady yourself. 

He allowed you a moment to breathe, and accept your fate, make any adjustments you might need to before he carried on.

“Like the sound of that.” He grunted, thrusting up and down your throat again. Spit dribbled out the sides of your mouth, bubbles bursting and tears forming in your eyes. “Lot better than your goddamn yappin'.”

You gagged again, feeling his dick slip dangerously deep down your throat. You inhaled deeply through your nose, trying to steady yourself, but his thrusts were relentless. 

“Wha’? Got nothin' to say? Not gonna bite me again? Go on, make my day.”

You weren't sure where this persona came from. It was extremely uncharacteristic of him, but truthfully, you didn't really know Daryl. And no one knew what he was like in bed. No one besides you, now. 

Maybe he was just on edge with all the drama happening in Alexandria. All the deaths and constant fighting. Maybe you were right and he did need his dick sucked, and maybe he already knew that. 

As if he thought you'd actually try to bite him again, he crammed in his index finger, sliding it beside his thumb to force your mouth open even wider. Your jaw ached, and so did your tongue, but there wasn't much you could do. You made your bed. 

The gagging got worse and more frequent the longer it went on. His grip on your hair was brutal, holding your head up in the air, hovering over his pelvis so he could fuck up into your mouth like it was his own fist, and not an actual human. The thought had your stomach flipping, and a muffled moan vibrated around his dick again. 

He groaned long and deep at the feeling. His boot snapped back to life, rubbing up and down against your jeans until your hips took over, grinding down on him to the point he didn't have to move it anymore. 

You were embarrassingly close already. It was mostly due to the fact that you were getting off on Daryl's fucking shoe, but also due to how rough and filthy he was being. 

You'd always thought he'd be the shy stoic kind of man when it came to sex, the same way he was normally. Not whatever sinful monster he was now. 

When you came, you gripped the belt loops of his pants and held on for dear life. Your orgasm was brutal, bulldozing out of your core and sending shockwaves up your torso, buzzing down to your sore clit. You groaned around his dick, grinding your hips down like an animal in heat, not even noticing the way Daryl had stopped moving completely. 

You took a moment to gasp, nearly choking on your spot, and once your shivers stopped, Daryl pulled your head back down, cramming his entire dick down your throat. 

You gagged around him, your throat spasming and clenching when you felt his cum dribble down it. You were both thankful you'd missed lunch, because that exact moment would've had the contents of your stomach on display all over his pants. 

The noises that came from his mouth made up for it. Good lord, they were beautiful. Breathy moans on the way up, and then a drawn out whine that caught in his throat, and he had to swallow hard, panting heavily before letting out that last trembling whimper. 

He drug his fingers out from between your teeth, leaving a thick drizzle of spit slapping against your chin and falling onto the crotch of his jeans. You practically yanked your head away from him, gasping for air and whimpering at the exhaustion shaking through your body. You were fucking shivering from the constant gagging, your abdomen having spasms of their own from fighting the urge to vomit bile. 

You'd never forget the sound of that. 

He looked almost guilty, looking at your poor face. Wet swollen lips, tears running down your red cheeks, your hair a complete mess and your mouth turned into an unintentional frown. 

“Shit.” He breathed, stuffing his dick back in his pants before taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his shirt to wipe your tears, and then the drool. “M'sorry, christ.”

“No, s’okay.” You slurred, your lips twitching into a lazy and satisfied grin. “Was hot. Really hot.”

“Yeah?” He raised his brows, his eyes narrowed in cautious hesitance. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, turning your head to the side as he wiped your jawline. 

He was silent as he took care of you, fixing your hair and offering you water. You could tell he still felt bad, which tugged at your heart. He'd done a complete one eighty after coming, it was sort of sweet. 

Your suggestion worked, that was for sure. 

You glanced down the end of the hall before looking at her, fighting away a smirk. You raised your hand, made a circle with your fingers and moved it towards your mouth in the unmistakable ‘blowjob’ movement. 

He didn't sulk so much the next few days. He actually had dinner with you and the others, which wasn't unusual, but the way he contributed to small talk was. He stayed in Alexandria for a week straight, not even going out to hunt. He was satisfied sticking around and helping out within the walls. 

“What'd you do?” Maggie whispered, her hand still on your wrist from pulling you aside after seeing Daryl laugh. Like, a genuine Daryl laugh. 

Her eyes widened and a laugh burst from her lips. Then her smile faded. “You're serious?”

“Yes.”

The two of you erupted into giggles, and she punched your shoulder playfully. You had to pretend that it didn't hurt. Heavy handed farmer's daughter. 

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Oh my GOD I had a dream Daryl was a family friend and he came over and got all cleaned up to ask me on a date and I was like "oh mama you don't need to do that for me put that grease back in your hair and put that stanky tanktop back on"

He kissed like a wet fish but it was SO FUCKING HOT

you are so real for having heather mason in your @

Thank you 😩 I've been using it for so long as my online name it's so pretty

Pussydrunk!Leon who feels like he would rather die then stop eating your pussy. It doesn't matter how long how short the time spent apart was he needs to spend every second of that lost time between your legs one way or the other. The poor man didn't even have the patience to wait for the clothes to come off, he got to his knees and pressed your hips to the wall, his thumb moving your panties to the side so his mouth could finally taste you.

"Feels like its been forever since I tasted that sweet pussy on my tongue. Want it all over me baby, come all over my face. That's right grind down, use me however you want just let me keep you right here."

Pussydrunk!Leon who keeps coming over and over as he's entered an almost feral state from the moment his cock was fully sheathed into your tight pussy walls. You can't even stand on your toes anymore because with every thrust he bounces you up the wall, much to his amusement mind you. The only solution is to pull your up around his hips and carry you to the couch. He's not laying down on the pillows, but over one of the arm rests so he can push his cock into the deepest parts of you.

"I'm getting so close sweetheart. Again, I'll give you all my cum, you better take it. You will right? Be my good girl and take your boyfriends cum. Feels almost like you're sucking me in. So tight I can barely pull out. Good thing I'm good with staying right here. I'll keep the cum inside that pretty fuckhole."

This isn't twd related I'm just really really excited

Whang followed me on Instagram a month or two ago bc I asked him to (cringe I know)

And just now wavywebsurf followed me unprompted 😭😭😭 this is the best day ever dude

Rick Grimes x f!Reader - Shadows and Starlight 18+

AN: Got this idea while watching the first episode today and it was amazing, I'm a bit rusty writing smut but I hope y'all still enjoy this. Btw, GIF is mine give credits when using.

Warnings: smut, age gap, unprotected sex

Summary: An evening of playing poker with Rick becomes intense quickly.

!Minors do not interact!

In the quiet hours of the evening, beneath the clear sky of the night the stars were shimmering and watching over Rick and you.

The night had settled over the CRM and Rick and your apartment complex, you found yourselves seated across from each other at a simple table in dim light in Rick's apartment, a deck of cards scattered between you.

Rick’s eyes were reflecting the soft light of the lamp as he watched you shuffle the deck of cards; he shared a smile with you. It was a rare moment of peace, a brief reprieve from the constant struggle against the undead.

The cards danced between your fingers, each shuffle a silent affirmation of your shared defiance against the forces that sought to control you. In the dim light, the lines etched upon Rick's weathered face softened, revealing glimpses of the man he once was before the world had fallen apart. How you wished you could’ve known this Rick, you didn’t like Rick when you first met him and neither did he like you. But over the years the two of you had spent here you started to build a friendship with each other; and eventually you began to see more in him than a friend.

Across the table you met his gaze with a sense of camaraderie born from your shared experiences in the CRM. You had both felt the weight of the CRM's iron fist, its shadow looming over every step you took. But here, in this fleeting moment of freedom, you found solace in each other's company.

“You know, I never thought I'd find myself playing cards with you in my apartment.” he sighed and laid his cards down, and you laughed as you won this round.

“If you would’ve told me this three years ago, I would’ve punched you even harder in the face.” you laughed, and Rick laughed too raising his brow and sighing “Well…”

“You wanna go for another round?” he asked, and you looked at your watch “It has gotten late. I think I’m out for the night.” you said to him and slowly raised from your seat.

Rick followed you and nodded “Of course.” he followed you to the door and as you were about to reach for the handle Rick began to speak “I had fun tonight; I haven’t felt this easy and light in a long time.”

Rick spoke and looked at you as you turned around “Me too, Rick.” your gaze softened “I hope we can repeat this soon.” you smiled gently at him and before you could turn around to leave Rick reached for your wrist with his hand.

“Please… Stay a bit longer.” he said in a raspy tone, and you could feel how the whole mood in his apartment began to change. Suddenly the apartment felt moodier with the soft light of the single lamp lit in the living room and it wasn’t so cold anymore.

Was this finally happening? Was this the moment in which Rick would finally do all these things you had been thinking of for months?

“Well, what do you have in mind?” you asked him, knowing exactly what Rick was hinting at. He smiled with a warm smile at you, and you could feel his hand travelling up your arm “I… I’ve been lonely for a while, and I enjoy your company. I understand if you don’t want to though.” he raised his brows and gave you an apologetic look, but you smiled softly at him.

You stepped a little closer to him and wrapped your hands around his neck, pushing yourself flush against him causing him to gasp “I’d love to, but there is something you should know. I have only ever done this once…” you said with a slight blush spreading on your cheeks.

“This isn’t a problem for me.” Rick said, placing his hand around your waist “Only if you want to do this, I don’t want to –“ you cut him off and kissed him gently, pressing your lips against his.

How you have longed for this moment, to kiss him, to feel his lips against your, they were so soft, so warm and slightly chapped against yours and you could taste the whisky on them.

He moaned into the kiss as your lips parted, you looked into his blue orbs for a few moments and admired him, playing with his hair as Rick slowly pulled you to his bed.

The frame of his bed met the back of his legs and fell onto his bed, he huffed with you as he fell onto the bed. You were standing before him and slowly climbed into his lap, swinging your legs around his waist and as you lowered yourself you could already feel him hardening.

“Oh…” you moaned while you were getting a more comfortable position on his lap and accidentally began grinding into him “Fuck.” Rick sighed “You really are this inexperienced? Hm…” he said and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded and gave him a sweet smile, his hand slowly wandered from your cheek over your neck and sternum to your abdomen where it found the hem of your shirt and tugged at it. His hand felt so warm and so large beneath you as you breathed shakily as Rick touched you.

“A shame I won’t be the first inside you.” he whispered and you slowly helped him take your shirt off, you threw it on the floor and sighed as you sat in his lap in your bra.

He noticed how insecure you were and looked at you “You sure you wanna do this?” Rick asked and you nodded “I want you so badly Rick… I never wanted a man more in my life.” you whimpered as Rick pushed himself against you.

“Oh sweetheart. Tell me how do you want me?” Rick asked and you leaned closer to him so you could whisper into his ear “I want you to take me how you want to, to use me for your pleasure, to fuck me from behind and show me how a real man takes care of a woman.” Rick hummed as he listened to your words and you could feel his cock getting harder as you could feel yourself growing wetter.

“I bet none of these boys your age know how to properly fuck a sweet girl like you.” Rick groaned as he slowly undid your bra with his hand, you sighed and took it off, letting it fall to the floor near your shirt.

“Fuck…” Rick breathed while he looked at your face and down your breasts “You’re so beautiful you know that?” he whispered and leaned close to you, his lips placing kisses over your neck.

His beard was scratching against the soft skin of your neck and you whimpered, pressing yourself against his hardening cock. Rick hummed in return and placed his hand on your breast groaning as he felt the soft flesh in his hand.

You moaned under Rick’s touch feeling yourself getting wet so quickly for him, you knew you’d cum quickly with him “I wanna see you too.” you said breathlessly and Rick looked up at you.

He nodded before he slowly began to take his shirt off, you helped him making it easier and faster for him. Your eyes widened when you took in the view of his torso, he was lean and his muscles were visible, his shoulders and chest were so broad.

Slowly you let your hands travel over Rick’s skin and he leaned his face against your neck, he closed his eyes and felt the soft touch of your hands, it’s been too long since Rick had been touched. Your hands wandered over his strong back and slowly wandered over his chest, the hairs slowly rising to attention under your touch.

“I can’t wait much longer for you.” he breathed and looked with desperation in his eyes at you “Only if you can though.” Rick added and you nodded “I want to, come.” you said and climbed off his lap to take your shoes and pants off.

You helped Rick out of his shoes and pants, he didn’t mind since you didn’t make him feel sorry about himself for losing his hand and merely did this to feel him faster. He was left in his boxers and you were standing before him in only your panties, Rick pulled you closer to him by your hand and looked at you with a smile and began to place soft kisses on your abdomen and wandered to your inner thighs, placing hot kisses against your soft skin.

Rick slowly pulled down your panties and waited for your to continue “Can I ride you?” you asked and Rick nodded with a smile “What happened to, I want you to take me how you want to?” he asked playfully and you blushed “It’s okay.” he reassured you. He took off his boxers and climbed on the bed properly where you joined him. Slowly you climbed on his lap and sighed as you could feel his cock being only a few inches away from where you needed him the most.

“Are you sure you can take me like that?” Rick said with a smile on his face and you nodded “Just let me, okay?” you asked and Rick leaned back watching you as you slowly reached for his cock and gave him a few pumps.

He was feeling heavy, hard and so large in your hand, you slowly began pumping him in your hand and with a groan Rick stopped you “Don’t. If I cum, I want to cum inside you, fill that tight and sweet pussy of yours, but if you keep doing that I’ll cum all over your hand.” you could feel yourself blushing at that, you culdn’t believe a man like Rick would cum this quickly, but here he was warning you.

Carefully you lined Rick’s fat cock up with your tight and dripping entrance and whimpered as you sunk down on him. You fell over and pushed your hand against Rick’s chest causing him to grunt “Easy girl… Just… fuck, easy nice and slow.” he sighed and guided you with his hand on your hip onto his cock.

You had him inside you, all of him and he was huge, splitting you in half as he was the second man in your life to be inside you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, so wet and so tight, all for me.” Rick rasped and kissed you hungrily. Moaning you began to move on top of him, not wanting to wait any longer, but his cock was so overwhelming, you could barely move.

“Rick! I- “ you whimpeed, feeling too full as your legs began to shake “Oh sweetheart, you were so eager to ride me and now?” he mocked you and slowly turned the two of you over so he was on top of you.

Rick pressed himself flush against your body and pushed his hips tightly against yours, so he could pound you while cuddling you, getting the warmth and closeness he had yearned for earlier.

“I- Rick!” you screamed as Rick began pounding into you, your legs shaking while Rick moved his hips and followed his instincts, you felt so amazing around him he was just fucking you, not caring about anything as he felt your soft and wet walls around you and caressed your warm skin.

He got lost in the feeling of your hands roaming his body, of your nails digging into the muscles of his back as he could feel you tighten around him as you couldn’t even get a moan out of you anymore. Rick was literally taking your breath away as your body got tense and your walls began to tighten even more around him.

“Oh fuck baby, you gonna cum? You gonna cum around my cock? I bet no man your age can fuck you as I do huh?” Rick panted through his eager and powerful thrusts as he made his bed bang against the wall.

You looked deep into his blue eyes nodding and whimpering while your mouth was hanging open and you began cumming around his cock, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucked you through your orgasm.

With a grunt Rick chuckled and whispered against your ear “You still wanna get fucked from behind?” he asked and you nodded in your state of bliss.

Rick chuckled when he pulled out of you and helped you turn around, you were such a mess, your cunt wet and sore from the pounding he had given you. Your legs were shaking as Rick positioned you how he liked you, he spread your legs as your head fell into his pillow, it smelled like him and you inhaled deeply.

His warm hand wandered over your back, caressing your soft skin and he aligned himself with your dripping cunt, pushing his cock inside you again. You moaned as Rick pushed himself into you again and began to pound into you.

The sounds of your moans, his panting and words of praise filled the air of his apartment with the noise of skin meeting skin desperately.

“Oh good girl… Good girl… Fuck you take my cock so well.” Rick groaned and you could feel his thrusts start to become more erratic.

Rick’s thrusts got more desperate and with a grunt, he fell over and held still, cumming deep inside you with loud pants. His legs were shaking and with every pump of his cock he filled you up with his hot cum.

“Fuck…” Rick sighed and pulled out of you, falling to your side and breathing heavily as you laid in his bed, shaking and breathless.

He looked at you breathlessly and asked “You alright?” and you nodded “Just the best fucking of my life.” you chuckled and Rick reached out for you to caress the skin of your back.

“You didn’t even get me to fuck you while I was in my prime.” Rick laughed and you huffed “Doesn’t matter, I’ve never had such a good cock inside me, let alone a man who knows how to use it.” you spoke and Rick nodded, feeling even better at your words of praise.

You stayed with Rick the night and fucked with him a few more times, you’d never forget this night.

Hoooooooleeeeeey ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙ "thought I wasn't gonna do anything?" Yhnnnnnhssjsjsjwksksk

Feral

Daryl x Reader

Summary: You’ve been teasing Daryl all day—brushing up against him, bending over just enough to give him a view, and letting out soft, breathy sighs during your run at the warehouse. You didn’t know what would happen when he finally snapped. But when he does, you’re not ready for just how unhinged he can be.

notes: hope you're okay with some dark!daryl

Warnings: SMUT: Daryl calls you a bitch but not like that you’re a bitch but in reference to like a dog, feral af daryl. animalistic daryl. biting, dirty talk. unprotected sex, 0 pull out. Rough. ooc. again uhhhh sorry! enjoy!

The warehouse is dark, lit only by thin streams of fading daylight that cut through broken windows high above. The air smells stale, tinged with rust and dust. You’ve been weaving through rows of abandoned shelves for hours, scavenging for anything useful, but the real tension isn’t in the run. It’s in him.

Daryl’s been unusually quiet today—not just his usual quiet, but simmering, brooding. You’ve felt his eyes on you more times than you can count, catching the way his jaw tightens every time you bend down to inspect something or brush past him in the narrow aisles.

To be fair, you hadn't exactly been subtle about it all day.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ve been bending down just enough to let the cheeks of your ass peek out under your shorts, reaching a little too high on tiptoes to make your shirt ride up, sighing softly when your fingers finally grip something from the shelves.

You’re playing with fire, and you know it. And with the occasional sway of your hips, the quick glances over your shoulder—it’s all to see if he's looking. You’re testing the waters, seeing how far you can push him before he snaps.

And snap he does.

It's when you squeeze past him in another narrow aisle, the swell of your ass brushing his lap does he freeze like a predator catching a scent.

“Enough,” he growls, his voice echoing low in the cavernous space.

You freeze, not even fully past him, glancing back at him over your shoulder. He’s standing stock still, shoulders rigid, his crossbow hanging loosely in one hand, the other clenched into a fist at his side. His eyes burn into yours, dark and smoldering, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.

“Enough what?” you ask, feigning innocence as you widen your eyes.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doin’?” he rasps, leaning in closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

You carefully, at an agonizingly slow pace, begin to lean back into him, craning your neck as you sit back on your heels, feet firmly planted. He leans in, one hand gripping firmly on the shelf beside your head, caging you on one side. His scent—earth, sweat, and leather—fills your senses, making your head swim.

“What am I doing, Daryl?” you murmur, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, your lips betraying you as they curl into a whisper of a smile.

His eyes darken, flicking to your mouth for the briefest second before snapping back to yours. “Been gettin' under my damn skin,” he says, his voice a low growl that makes your pulse quicken. “Every look, every word—hell, even the way yer walkin',”

You arch a brow, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His jaw works, the muscle flexing as his nostrils flare. He steps in close, crowding your space even more, his chest pushing up into your back. The other hand plants itself on the edge of the shelf beside your head, now completely boxing you in. His breath is warm on your neck, and your mind begins to melt at the closeness, at the way he leans in closer, like he can smell your arousal. “Yeah, ya do,” he mutters, his voice rough, almost guttural.

The tension is unbearable, the air between you electric. Your heart races as you squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden rush of heat in your veins. “Then say it,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He pauses, and the way his breathing quickens makes you wonder if he’s waging a war with himself.

His lips hover just above your ear, “Say what?” he bites out, his tone rough, but there’s something else there too—something raw, barely masked.

Your open your eyes to look into his again, challenging: “That you want me.”

For a moment, the world feels suspended. You’re both holding your breath, the cold bite of the shelving against your chest, contrasting with the furnace of his body pressing against you. His hands tighten on the shelves, the tension in his body vibrating through the air between you.

Then, as if time catches up, he’s on you, spinning you around with his large hands, and his mouth crashes against yours in a way that’s all heat and desperation.

The kiss is searing, all consuming, and you barely have time to process before Daryl’s hands find your hips, pulling you against him. You shamelessly hike your leg around his waist, his one hand holding you steady by the thigh, his grip nearly bruising. The thought flickers across your mind that you hope the shelves will hold you if he were to fuck you against them, as you didn't need a loud crashing noise to draw in outside walkers.

As the thought leaves you, the shelves creak as your body presses into them, but all you can focus on is him—his mouth, rough and demanding, and the heat radiating off his skin. His tongue is possessive as it leads the kiss, surprisingly confident and fervent on exploring your mouth.

His lips trail down, planting kisses along your jaw, then your neck. Each press of his mouth is deliberate, almost punishing, like he’s letting out all the frustration you’ve stirred up in him. His scruff scrapes against your skin, leaving it tingling, and when he nips at the sensitive spot just below your ear, a gasp escapes your lips.

“Daryl,” you manage, your voice breathless, but he doesn’t let up. His hand grips your waist intently, sliding beneath your shirt, the roughness of his calloused fingers are electric and heated, a stark contrast to the softness of your skin.

“You been drivin’ me crazy all damn day,” he mutters against your throat, teeth grazing as his voice registers low and gravelly. “Every little thing—every damn look.”

Your back arches instinctively as his lips continue their descent, brushing along your collarbone. His palms are cupping your breasts, pushing under your bra. Heat engulfs the space between your bodies as he kneads with roughness. You gasp as his fingers find your nipples, pinching and twisting. Your own hands find the edge of his vest, fisting the worn leather as you try to ground yourself, but it’s no use. He’s overwhelming, consuming, and the fire building inside you feels like it’s about to consume you whole.

“Thought I wasn’t gonna do anything, huh?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with that rugged confidence that’s so uniquely him. His hands grip even tighter your breasts, like he can't get you close enough against him, and you can feel the strength coiled in his body, barely restrained.

“Maybe,” you whisper, your lips curling into a breathless smile.

His eyes meet your hooded gaze, dark and primal, and the intensity in them makes your breath hitch. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a whisper of a kiss, before he pulls back just enough to make you chase him. The smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth is almost taunting, and it makes your pulse quicken even more.

“You like teasin’ me,” he says, his voice barely more than a growl. “That it? You like pushin’ me ‘til I break?"

Your breath catches, but you don’t back down. Instead, you let your fingers trail up his chest, brushing against the exposed skin at the base of his throat as you grind yourself into him. “Maybe I do,” you reply, your voice trembling but steady enough to meet his challenge.

His gaze holds yours for a long, agonizing moment, and the raw, unspoken emotions swirling in his eyes leave you breathless. Then, with a sudden, deliberate motion, his hands drop to your hips, and he spins you back around, your chest pressing again against the cold metal shelving. His hands are firm but not unkind as they guide your movements, and the sharp contrast between the roughness of the metal and the press of his body makes your skin prickle with anticipation all over again.

The warmth of him vanishes as he suddenly kneels behind you, and before you can twist around to see what he’s doing, his fingers hook into your waistband and tug your shorts down in one swift motion. You yelp, the sound echoing softly in the empty warehouse. The cool air bites at your flushed skin, heightening the contrast as his hand lands sharply on your ass, the sting spreading deliciously.

A second slap follows, then a third, leaving your skin tingling as your knees wobble under the intensity. Daryl's hands steady you, gripping your hips as his breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of your thighs. Then, his face presses between your legs, his nose brushing intimately against you, and you’re no longer worried about keeping balance—just consumed by the sensation.

His tongue makes contact, and it's like a spark igniting deep inside you. His nose nudges at the delicate crease between your folds and your ass, the pressure melting into pleasure as he tongues at the apex of your thighs.

His mouth makes sinful, debaucherous noises as he slurps and laps and laves at your sex, his primal groans echoing in the empty warehouse around you. You bring your own hand up to your face, covering your mouth to keep yourself quiet as pressure builds in your lower abdomen, your knees nearly giving out as he pushes his face further into your cheeks.

The emptiness inside you aches as your walls clench around nothing, the longing for him almost unbearable. His tongue is relentless, sinful in its ministrations, and the tension coiled in your core finally snaps, pleasure washing over you in waves. You cry out despite yourself, your legs trembling as you cling to the shelving for support.

Daryl doesn’t stop, his mouth working you through every last pulse of your orgasm until your thighs shake with overstimulation. Only then does he pull back, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. His hands slide up your sides, teasingly slow, leaving your pants pooled at your ankles. The heat of his breath against your ear sends another shiver rippling through you.

"Like a bitch in heat," he says thickly, voice filled with arousal. You whimper, arching your neck to catch his lips in yours, the tang of yourself on his lips now coating your tongue as he kisses you with fierce need. “Gonna fuck you like one now, okay, baby?” he murmurs, his voice molten against your lips.

You nod vigorously, your anticipation mounting as he fumbles with his belt. The clink of metal and the low zip of his jeans send a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. The blunt tip of him presses against your entrance, and you brace yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as he begins to push inside.

Your walls clenched against him, even just the tip as it slips into you, the tug of your pussy making him suck in air through his teeth, "Fuck," he breathes, "that's it, nice n'easy,"

He moves slowly at first, inch by inch, letting you adjust to him, but the moment he’s fully seated, he's moving. His hand grips your waist, the crescents of his nails digging into the soft skin of your curves as he pulls his hips back, the vice of your walls around him making both of you curse. You probably should've gotten a look at just how big he was before agreeing to this, because the way he was stretching you out on his cock was going to ruin sex with anyone else for the rest of your life.

Daryl still hasn't bottomed out into you when he continues moving, the slap of skin and grunts and your whines echo through the warehouse as you grip the shelving with all your life. He has a sort of predatory grace as he continues pounding into you, his animalistic grunts only adding to the pleasure, your body trembling under the onslaught. Every rough drag of his cock against your walls drives you closer to another release. His movements are raw, untamed, and utterly feral, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

His thrusts suddenly begin to become mindless, words and curses incoherently slipping past his lips. From praising you, You feel so good. What a good pup, good girl. To cursing you, Fucking tease.

“Daryl, please—” you gasp, glancing back over your shoulder, but you see his blue eyes flash with menace, teeth bared as he leans closer into you.

Suddenly, his teeth are sinking into the flesh of your neck.

You cry out as his growls rumble against your skin, the sharp bite of pain blending seamlessly into a tidal wave of pleasure. Daryl had always been aloof, always more wild than the rest of the group. But this--this was absolutely feral, and you loved every fucking second. Each guttural grunt from him feeds the raw, primal energy between you, leaving you feeling like nothing more than two feral creatures in the wild, chasing your highs with reckless abandon. Your mind blanks completely as his hips slam into yours, his cock driving deep and relentless, stretching you so completely it feels like he’s splitting you in half.

Your fingers slip from the shelves as your knees weaken, but his grip on you is unrelenting, keeping you steady as he continues to take you with wild need. The coil in your core tightens unbearably, your free hand slipping between your legs to rub tight circles against your clit.

“You’re gonna take it,” he growls against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. “Every last fucking bit.”

You hear his grunts turn into a low, whispering chuckle as his teeth tighten in your flesh when you moan in return, unable to form words. You're sure he's going to leave marks if not blood bruises in your skin very soon. His thrusts become more and more violent and aimless as he continues, but you can feel his rhythm faltering. He's close, and you are too.

“Cum for me, Daryl, please,” you beg, your voice trembling with desperation. “I want to feel it. Feel all of you.”

His teeth release your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses along your jaw as he groans in your ear. “You want me to fill you up, huh, that it?” he rasps, his voice thick and gravelly.

“Yes,” you moan, the word spilling from your lips like a prayer.

His lips curl into a wicked grin against your skin. “Good girl,” he murmurs before his teeth nip your earlobe, sending you spiraling into your second orgasm.

Your body clenches around him, milking him as his hips falter. With one final thrust, he stills, his arms locking around you as he spills inside, a guttural growl tearing from his throat.

Stars burst behind your eyes as the intensity of your climax leaves you trembling, your legs barely able to hold you up. Daryl keeps you pressed against him, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as the two of you come down together, the warehouse filled with the sound of your labored breathing.

He doesn’t move for a long moment, his arms still wrapped around you as if anchoring himself. When he finally gets his bearings back, his grip loosens, though his arms still hold you close. His touch is gentler now, almost reverent.

"Goddamn," he breathes against your shoulder, his lips brushing over the marks his teeth left on your neck until he finally slips himself out of you to return himself to his jeans. "You’re perfect. S'like you were made for me."

You hum in approval, a shaky laugh slipping past your lips.

"What?" he asks, his voice raspier than usual, tinged with exhaustion.

"Nothin’," you say, tilting your face to look up at him. “Just think you might’ve ruined sex with anyone else for the rest of my existence.”

“That's alright,” he chuckles, the sound low and rough. “’Cause now yer all mine. Ain’t nobody gonna touch you like this—like I do.”

“So… this isn’t the last time?” you ask, aiming for casual but failing miserably, your voice betraying the anticipation and hope bubbling inside you.

"Only if you want it to be," he whispers, his eyes searching yours.

You shake your head quickly, your breath hitching as his words sink in. “I don’t,” you admit softly, your voice carrying an edge of vulnerability you hadn’t expected.

A small, crooked smile tugs at his lips, and his hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Good,” he murmurs, his thumb trailing gently along your cheekbone.

Though he doesn't say much, his words send a shiver down your spine, his tone low and heavy with promise. You lean into his touch, letting your eyes flutter closed for a moment as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“C’mon,” he says after a beat, his voice still gruff but tinged with something warmer now. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

late night wyd