Stars In The Dark Part 2?👀

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Commonwealth diner Waiter: What would you like?

Y/N: A chocolate milkshake with two straws, please.

Daryl, blushing: I—

Y/N, putting both straws in her mouth: Watch how fast I can drink this!!

Daryl: …

Daryl Dixon x f!Reader Smut: God Bless the Horny French

(Pic from fitjackets)

Warnings/Mentions: Unprotected sex, extreme aphrodisiac, rushed sex, creampies, uncomfortable wetness at end

Summary: Daryl is accidentally exposed to an experimental extreme aphrodisiac while on a run. He tries to hold himself back, but eventually gives in and begs the reader to help him.

Notes: Chat what I gotta do to get this 🙏 God I hope I fixed all the typos

It happened fast. You almost didn't see it. A quick glimmer of clear liquid splashing on the archer after he backed right into a shelf, sending broken shards of glass clattering across the tile floor. Multiple other bottles fell alongside him. He barely managed to avoid any of those busting on his head.

“Jesus, you okay?” Andrea was looking him over despite his aggressive insistence that he was fine. 

“We need to split up.” Rick decided after pacing around the room with his hands on his hips. 

“This place is huge man. There's no way-”

Rick cut Shane off. “Exactly why we need to split up. Daryl, how's your leg?”

You straightened your back out after finally catching your breath. Daryl’s leg wasn't in the best shape, he'd twisted his ankle after missing a step on the staircase. 

Going to another government facility after the CDC incident wasn't the best idea Rick had come up with. The area of the building you were in appeared to be some sort of pharmaceutical manufacturer, judging by the rooms you'd gone through holding lab coats and shelves of all sorts of different pills. The room you were currently using as a safe room had several shelves of glass bottles, and Daryl had just gotten god knows what spilled all over his skin. 

“S'fine. Nothin' I ain't never dealt with.” Daryl tried to prove his point by pushing himself off the wall he leaned on, but the stumble and grimace on his face proved otherwise. 

Shane rolled his eyes and groaned, hands reaching up to hold the back of his head. “Alright. Alright. Rick. C'mere.” 

The two of them had a quiet discussion near the exit of the room, Shane glancing over at Daryl several times. You tried not to stare at them as they spoke, forcing yourself to look at Daryl instead. 

He didn't look too hot. He was leaning against the counter now, palms on the surface behind him and his twisted ankle resting limply on the floor. His face looked red, and the longer you watched him, the more you swore you could see about a million different expressions on his face. 

His eyes flashed up and caught you staring. Your heart dropped ten stories and you quickly looked away with burning cheeks. You could feel him staring you down for a few long seconds before he finally looked away. 

“Here's the plan.” Rick waved everyone over. “You four are gonna clear a way back to the ground floor. You two, take the top floor and do a quick sweep, just in case there's something useful. Daryl, you're gonna stay here until we come back to get you.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you watched Daryl immediately argue. It lasted a while, to your surprise, until eventually Rick shut him up with a good ole “you'll just slow us down, we need to get back to the folks on the highway”, and they left. 

You'd chosen to stay behind with Daryl, for obvious reasons. One, you really liked the guy and wanted to make sure he wouldn't die to some lab made poison, and two, you wanted to be able to help if walkers got in the room and there were too many for him to take care of with his crossbow.

“Your skin isn't melting yet, so that's good.” You chuckled as you squatted next to the shards of broken glass that he busted. You picked at the pieces carefully, eventually finding a chunk with the label still on. 

“Wha’s it say?” He grunted from his spot. He was sitting on a counter near the door you'd come in, fiddling with his crossbow, loading and unloading the same bolt. 

He was clearly very uncomfortable, frequently shifting around and making faces. 

“Uhhh…” you squinted at the label. Whatever liquid inside the bottle had caused the ink to smudge, but you wouldn't have been able to understand it either way. “I don't know. I think it's in French.” 

“Look over there.” You glanced at Daryl as he spoke, seeing him tip his head towards the back door of the room where the others had left. “Saw a few journals on that table. Might be somethin’ in there.”

“Okay. Cross your fingers there's an antidote or something.” You crossed your own fingers and stood up. 

Deciding to start with the journal on top, you flipped through the pages. They were all in English, thankfully. Most of the information was on things you knew nothing about, and it felt like you might as well have been reading French. You got through ten papers when you heard Daryl let out a groan.

Thinking he was in pain, you dropped the journal back on the table and rushed to his side. He was propped up against the counter now, no longer sitting on it, biting his bottom lip. 

“Are you okay?” You reached out for his shoulder and he slunk away from you. It was like touching a dog that had been beaten its whole life. “What's going on, talk to me.”

Daryl shook his head and swallowed another groan. “Nothin'. M'fine.” He said after a moment, and straightened himself out. “S'fine. Keep lookin'.”

“Are you sure?” You didn't want to push it, but if he was beginning to feel side effects from whatever it was that spilled on him, you needed to know. 

“Yeah. Go on.” He tipped his head towards the table again and you nodded, watching him for a few seconds before going back to searching. 

After a while, maybe four minutes, Daryl sat down on the floor in front of his counter. He'd let out occasional whimpers, clearing his throat after every one as if he was embarrassed. 

Worry was eating away at you at this point, and your eyes scanned across the pages as fast as possible. Finally, your eyes landed upon the familiar French words. Your heart rate quickened and you forced yourself to read even faster, your eyes catching the words “pheromones”, “aphrodisiac”, and “primitive and primal behavior”.

Glancing over at Daryl on the floor, you nearly gasped when you saw him.

He had a thin sheen of sweat on his face, his bottom lip swollen from him biting and chewing on it. His eyes looked foggy, and he was struggling to keep them open. There was also a very noticable bulge in his pants, one that he was trying his damnedest to keep his hands off of.

You found yourself asking why the fuck someone would make something like this as you flipped the page. It seemed like some sort of experimental drug, something to boost sex drive in men and women, but according to the notes you read, the effects were much more intense than planned. 

There'd only been three tests done before the outbreak happened, and they were only done on women. 

‘When exposed to the mixture, females initially had no response. Amount of exposure seems to have no significance. No response until ten minutes, first reactions include sensitivity to genitals and sweating.’

You swallowed hard and looked back to Daryl. His eyes were closed now, and his breathing had become much more noticeable, his chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. 

‘After five minutes, subjects begin to make noises of discomfort, having to sit or lie down. Ten minutes after the initial complaints, subjects are unable to keep their hands off themselves, having to stroke and rub their arms, legs, and stomach. Shortly after this touching begins, it deviates to self pleasure. The drug wears off after three orgasms for females.’

At the end of the notes, there was a final bullet. ‘Will test on males next week and record results.’

You pursed your lips and looked over at Daryl again. He looked miserable. How long had it been since he started whining? He was clenching his fists and letting out quiet grunts, shifting uncomfortably on the ground. 

You picked up the journal and walked over to him, taking long but quiet steps, not wanting to startle him. His eyes were still closed when you were only a few feet in front of him. 

“I have good news.” You started. 

At the sound of your voice Daryl forced his eyes open and looked up at you, his pupils blown and his cheeks red. His eyes were half lidded, eyebrows raised in the middle like he was in great pain. 

“Can you tell me what you're feeling first? So I know this is the same thing?”

Daryl's head rolled to the side against the counter behind him, and he sighed. His right hand slid up his arm, and he began stroking his bicep. Your eyes followed the movement of his fingers and you found it impossible to look away. “So goddamn sensitive. Everythin’ is.” 

His eyes flicked up to you and you could tell he was debating on saying something. After a few seconds of silence he looked away. “Feels like I took a whole damn bottle of Viagra.”

You kneeled down next to him and reached out to touch his knee in an attempt at comfort, forgetting for a moment what he'd been exposed to. He choked on a moan and yanked his knee away from you, his hand quickly replacing yours and squeezing his knee. 

“Don't touch me.” He grumbled and moved his hand up to squeeze his thigh. “Jus' tell me what it is.”

“See for yourself.” You handed him the open journal, and he weakly took it from your hands. 

His eyes widened and his nostrils flared as he read, glancing up at you over the page multiple times. 

It was so quiet. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. 

“If a subject is not allowed to relieve themselves…” Daryl trailed off as he read and groaned. 

“What?”

“Intense cramping, nausea, vomiting, and migraines will occur for the following three to five hours.” After reading the words aloud he thumped his head against the counter again. If the situation wasn't so serious, you would've been amused at the sound of his thick southern accent speaking in full and technical words.

“So, what, you just need to jerk off?” You shrugged your mouth and looked back at Daryl from the paper. “That's easy.”

You were trying your best to sound as nonchalant as possible considering how embarrassed he was. 

“I'll be fine.” He scoffed and tossed the journal back at you. You barely caught it and set it down on the floor beside him before rising to your feet. “I'll wait it out. Barely got any of the shit on me anyway.”

You knew he'd eventually give in, but you didn't want to make this any worse for him. So you started walking around the room, pretending to take interest in the numerous bottles and files. 

Maybe Daryl was right, maybe he could push through it. You'd seen him do things you couldn't imagine trying to do yourself. He had the stamina and the iron will to get through it. If anyone could, Daryl could. 

You snuck a peek at him through a shelf, your eyes landing on him between a bottle of suspicious green liquid and a disgusting jar full of a brown substance. 

“Oh god.” You breathed. 

Daryl was palming himself through his jeans, his head leaning against the counter, eyes closed, and sweat trickling down his neck. 

He looked absolutely irresistible. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, no matter how bad you felt watching. 

He whimpered out your name and you almost busted your head on the shelf from standing upright so quickly. 

“Yeah?” Your voice cracked and you ran a hand through your hair to sweep it back out of your face. 

“C'mere.”

You walked out from behind the shelf and approached him slowly, trying to hide your surprise when he hadn't stopped what he was doing. He barely looked up at you, his face red with embarrassment and shame. 

“Read more.” He kicked his leg out, sending the journal he'd thrown at you sliding across the floor to your feet. “Find somethin’. S’gotta be a way to reverse it. Or some shit. Dunno, jus’ stop starin’ at me and do somethin’.”

You sighed and sat down on the floor in front of him after grabbing the journal. You knew already that there was no antidote, there was no cure, only a solution, and he was already halfway there. 

You humored him though, and opened it up back to the page you'd marked. Any information on that specific drug ended right at the last note, the next page was on another experimental drug, this one for a more efficient stimulant for soldiers. 

“Find anythin’?” He huffed and you looked back up to him from the page. He looked no better than the last time you'd looked at him, maybe even a little worse. He had stopped touching himself through his jeans though, apparently strong enough to deny his body what it so desperately craved. 

“No. I'm sorry.” You whispered and his face twisted at your words. “Seriously Daryl, just jerk off or something. I'll go stand in the hall.”

“Y’ain't goin’ out there alone.” He shook his head as another bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. 

“Okay, then I'll stand in the corner and plug my ears. But you really need to just get it over with. It's bad enough you twisted your ankle, we'll all be fucked if you've got all those other side effects. Do you know how bad a migraine really is, Daryl? You won't be able to do anything.”

Daryl finally looked at you with a grimace. He only managed a few seconds of eye contact before his eyes traveled lower, down to your chest. His pupils dilated further when he saw down your shirt from the angle you were in, cross legged and slightly leaned over towards him. 

The sight had him groaning again and he tossed his head back to thump against the wooden counters. 

“Get.” He hissed through clenched teeth and flicked his head to the corner. “Go on. Get.”

You got up and walked to the corner, putting your fingers in your ears and humming. You played it cool, like this was a normal day for you, but you were dying inside. 

Dying knowing Daryl fucking Dixon was behind you, touching himself, his dick, probably moaning, his head tilted back, mouth hanging open…

The mental image had wetness pooling between your legs.

At that exact moment you realized you could see him in the reflection of the window you were looking out of.

He looked incredible. His dick in his hand, his free hand squeezing his thigh. His head was tilted back, and his mouth was hanging open. Just like you'd imagined.

It was hard to see his dick in the reflection, though with what little you could see, it looked perfect. In every way. It would fit you perfectly.

You were starting to wonder if you'd been exposed to the drug as well, because it was getting harder and harder to keep your hands off yourself. You had picked up the shards a few minutes ago and they were still wet. You'd wiped your fingers off immediately afterwards, but maybe that wasn't enough.

You quickly reached down between your legs and roughly pressed your fingers against your jeans, right over your clit, sighing softly at the desperately needed friction. You brought your hand back up to plug your ear again, not before hearing him moan.

Oh god. He sounded so fucking good. Your finger froze right outside your ear hole, and it took a lot to actually start plugging your ear again.

Then you heard him call your name.

You whirled around so fast you nearly fell over. “Uh-huh? Yes?”

Seeing it for yourself and not through a reflection sent a pleasurable flip through your lower stomach and you bit back a moan.

“C'mere…” he croaked.

You were in front of him in seconds, kneeling on the floor before his feet with your sweaty palms pressed against your knees.

“It ain't workin’.” He panted. You looked down to see his dick, red from his furious strokes and covered in a shocking amount of precum. “Can't- I can't. Dunno, jus’, I can't-”

“I'm so sorry.” You wanted to reach out and comfort him, he really did look like he was in agony. It broke your heart.

“Can ya’...”

Your eyes widened as he trailed off. His strokes were growing slower, although he hadn't stopped completely, and his breathing had grown more ragged. His eyes were on your face and you felt violent chills run down your spine at the intensity in his gaze.

“Can I what?” You whispered.

“Help.” His upper lip curled in what looked like disgust. He forced himself to look away and sucked in a shaky breath. “It hurts like hell an’-”

“Oh, Daryl, I don't know.” Your voice trembled and you looked towards the door they'd all left from. “They might be back soon.”

“Then quit your cryin’ an’ help.” He snapped. The hardness of his tone had your eyes flashing back to his face. Your immediate reaction was to snap back at him like you always did when he got smart with you. The pitiful expression he held made your heart soften, so you held back your words.

“But isn't this like…” you chose your words carefully. “Like… not very ethical?”

Daryl groaned and thumped his head against the wood again in annoyance. “Ain't the first time I jerked off to ya. S'that what ya’ wanna hear?”

The heat you felt moments ago flooded back to your core at full force and you nodded.

You took one last glance at the exit door and crawled forward. You waited for him to stop touching himself, and after a few seconds of that not happening you reached out and wrapped your hand around the tip.

Daryl immediately threw his head back again and let out a string of moans. The sound was almost enough to make you tear your clothes off and fuck him right then and there.

He thrusted up into your fist, desperate and needy.

“Hey, I need you to say least try to control yourself.” You placed a firm hand on his lower stomach, holding his body against the surface behind him.

“Fuck. M'sorry. Sorry.” Apologies bubbled out from his mouth and he closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing tightly together. “Jus' get it over with,” he added much softer, “please.”

There was a part of you that enjoyed seeing him like this. Squirming, sweating, begging, it was something that would've been adorably pathetic if not for the extreme aphrodisiac.

“God. You poor thing.” You hummed and continued what you were doing. You pulled your hand back long enough to spit into your open palm. He groaned at the loss of contact, the same groan turning to a desperate moan when your wet hand returned to his swollen cock.

When you tightened your fist and started twisting your hand at the tip he gasped, bending a leg at the knee like he was trying to stand.

“Uh-uh.” You grabbed him by his collar and dragged him down hard, forcing him to fall back flat against the cool tile floor. “Stay still.”

“Sorry.” He sounded like he was close to crying. He couldn't take much more of this, that was obvious. With your free hand you massaged his balls, trying not to drool when you felt how tight they already were.

“Ain't workin'. Need ya’.”

You looked back up to his face and swallowed a whimper. He was looking right at you, panting heavily with his lips parted.

“Daryl, I'm not gonna fuck you.” You hissed and glanced towards the door again. “What if they walk in, huh? What if those walkers back there bust right through that front door?”

Daryl opened his mouth to argue right as your walkie made a sharp noise of static.

It was Rick, calling your name. You pulled one hand away from him to answer, your other hand still stroking his cock.

“What?”

“Y'all okay?”

You looked over Daryl again and sighed. “Yeah. What's up?”

“It's pretty rough up here. We got most back in the cars, but there's a big group of walkers by the staircase. Gonna be another ten minutes, at least.”

“Okay. Thank you for checking in.”

“Of course. Hang in there Daryl.”

The second you took your finger off the button he was on you.

It all happened so fast you couldn't really process it. All you knew is you were the one with your back on the floor.

Daryl loomed over you for a moment, taking in the way you looked under him. He dipped down and kissed you roughly, moaning into your mouth and kicking your knees apart with his knee. His bare cock ground against your pants like an animal in heat, and the friction made him grunt.

He broke away from your mouth and licked your spit off his bottom lip. “Got ‘nough time. C'mon.” He lowered his head again and nipped at your neck, humping pathetically against you between your thighs.

“Fuck, just wait a second, let me think.” Your eyes were wide in shock as you struggled to process what was happening.

His fingers dug past the waistband of your jeans, tugging on them so hard your body scooted a few inches down the floor. He grunted with irritation and went for your button, fighting to get it undone before unzipping your pants and yanking them down your thighs before you could protest.

“Jesus Christ Daryl.” You sputtered, but didn't object. You lifted your hips off the floor to aid his mission, and soon enough he made quick work in shimmying your pants off your legs.

Your panties came off with your pants, thankfully, you didn't want him to see you in your apocalypse underwear. Gray and covered in holes.

He was back between your thighs the moment your legs were free, grinding his dick against your cunt as if he was too impatient to take the few seconds to insert himself, needing the friction again that badly.

His dick was absolutely soaked, with his own precum and your spit. You were slick as well, so all he needed was to rub himself between your folds a few times to coat the both of you in enough lubricant.

Daryl let out a deep groan and bit his bottom lip, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent, the smell of sweat, stale shampoo, and campfire smoke better than any perfume he'd ever smelled on a woman.

You were busy enjoying the feeling of his dick slipping between your folds and grinding against your clit, not noticing that he'd wrapped his hand around the base of himself.

Without any sort of warning he pushed himself past your tight ring of muscles, sending a jolt of stabbing pain through your core and down your legs. The action took your breath away and you were momentarily stunned, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as you sucked in a deep gasp.

“Fuck!” You squealed. You grabbed his shoulders and tried to push yourself up along the floor and away from him.

“No, no no-” Daryl groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you back down on his pelvis, “M'sorry, please.” He peppered the side of your face with messy kisses, much like a pet that knows they did something worthy of punishment. “Fuck, m’so sorry. Don't. Don't.” His upper body laid on top of you, trapping you between the hard floor and his chest. “S'okay. Yer okay.”

You nodded quickly and swallowed the painful lump in your throat. Despite his demanding actions he hadn't moved once fully inside you, allowing you a few seconds to adjust before he was back to his impatient behavior.

Being filled by Daryl Dixon was indescribable. You weren't sure if he was always that thick, or if it was just the effects of the drug, much like the way it had made him produce copious amounts of precum. He stretched you so much it could very easily be uncomfortable if there hadn't been so much lubricant from the two of you.

He pulled out and thrusted back in, slow but deep, and all that original pain melted into equally deep pleasure.

You let your head rest against the tile and tried to ignore the pain of your body being pressed so tightly against the floor.

As hot as floor sex was, your bones were screaming beneath you. As Daryl continued his deep and steady pace you glanced around the room for anything that could help alleviate the uncomfortableness.

“Daryl-” your word broke into a long moan when he suddenly began fucking you much, much faster, his hips slamming forward so quick and rough that your body began sliding up the floor again.

That annoyed Daryl, and he let out a deep growl of annoyance.

“Look.” You nodded your head towards a mat, one that was similar to the ones they'd have in gymnasiums. It was placed on top of one of the back tables, an item that was suspiciously out of place for the type of room you were in.

Daryl lifted your head from your neck. He looked at you for a second before his eyes rose from your face to follow your gaze. He nodded and reluctantly pulled himself out of you. The moment his dick was out he wrapped his fingers around it, pumping himself so fast you were sure he'd give himself a friction burn.

You crossed the room as fast as you could without running, grabbing the suspicious mat and bringing it back over to him.

It wasn't very thick or comfortable, but your bones cried out in relief when you laid down on it. If Daryl wasn't so focused on cramming his dick back inside you he would've appreciated the feeling on his knees as well.

You tossed your head back against the mat as he buried himself inside you with one powerful thrust. Daryl groaned beside your ear as he picked up a slow, but very deep pace. The way he held your hips a few inches above the ground made sure he'd damn near hit your cervix with every thrust.

After a few seconds of trying to adjust yourself so his thrusts wouldn't be too uncomfortable, you were finally able to relax. That only lasted a second, and then you felt something cold and wet on your bottom lip.

Your tongue darted out and licked the liquid, something you surmised to be instinct. You opened your eyes to see Daryl rubbing his forefinger across your lip, the skin of his fingers slightly glistening with wetness.

“What?” You breathed out with furrowed brows.

“Sh-sh-sh.” His shushing only fueled your confusion and you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows.

Daryl simply pushed you back down on your back with an arm across your chest. “S'okay. It'll make it better, promise.”

Your eyes widened with realization. “Why'd you do that?” Your words ended with a groan when he began kissing the base of your jaw, right under your ear. “You didn't need-”

“Feels so good. Trust me.” He nipped your skin with harsh teeth and you squealed behind pursed lips, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Gonna feel so good. Never gonna wanna stop.” He pulled you down harder on his cock and started rolling his hips up into you faster. Your moans increased in volume, hopefully going unheard by anyone else in the building.

Something about the noises you made had Daryl groaning into your skin. They were so primal, your noises of ecstasy completely unfiltered, and he found himself pounding harder into your slick cunt in response.

“Oh god Daryl!” You gasped and clenched around him.

He was certainly right. The drug smeared across your lips had heightened all your senses. You could feel the shape of his tip diving deep inside you, you could feel the enlarged veins on his length, his unruly pubes brushing against your clit.

You could smell all of him, his sweat, his pheromones, his manly musk that had your walls tightening around him.

Daryl's jaw dropped and he snapped his hips forward. “J-jesus!” He gasped. He raised his head from your neck just enough to smash his lips against yours, not giving warning before shoving his thick wet tongue between your lips.

“Gonna cum.” You whimpered into his greedy mouth. He just nodded, not breaking the kiss, and continued fucking you into the gym mat.

“Oh I'm gonna fuckin’ fill this pussy.” He suddenly groaned. The words, something you knew he'd never say without being all sex drugged, had your orgasm bulldozing a moan from your throat. You didn't give a shit that the dirty talk was drug induced, your body wanted him to do exactly that and it was going to ensure he did so.

“Mmm-oh god yes please.” You cried out as your orgasm shook through your body. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. Not a single vibrator or toy you'd ever used in your life had made you climax that hard.

Your toes curled until not only your feet cramped but your calves as well. You balled your hands up in the plaid button up over his shoulders, pulling him as tight as possible against your chest.

The noise that left Daryl's mouth had your orgasmic tremors continuing a few more seconds. He pressed his lips against yours again, making you swallow the long and gravelly groan he let out.

His hands squeezed the flesh around your hips and yanked you down on his cock, at the same time thrusting forward as hard as his body would allow. He held your hips tightly in place as he emptied himself within you, letting out occasional groans and growls as he came.

Your head spun as your violent orgasm finally began to subside. You didn't realize you'd been holding your breath, and when you did, you had to break away from his wet mouth to blow out a lungful of hot air.

“Fuck.” He growled. He was still weakly humping between your legs. The room was filled with obscene wet sound, and when you came to your senses, you gasped.

Daryl had come a lot.

So much so that it had spilled out around his cock to pool under your ass on the sweaty mat. You could feel it everywhere, between your folds, coating the raw walls inside you, and all in the crack of your ass.

The wet sticky feeling suddenly became extremely uncomfortable. You let out a weak whimper and tried to wiggle out from under him, but his body was heavy and his grip on your hips was tight.

“Hold on, I gotcha.” He whispered in response to your whimpers. He gave a few more quick kisses of comfort on your sweaty neck, his tongue darting out to lick at the beads dripping down your skin.

The feeling of his hot tongue only made your overstimulation much worse and you groaned, scrunching up your nose and eyebrows and wiggling some more.

“Daryl, they're gonna be back any second now.” You whined.

His movements had stopped by now, thankfully, but your sensitive walls could feel his cock throbbing inside you and you whimpered.

“Jus' a few more seconds.”

You took the time to catch your breath. Before you knew it, Daryl was slowly pulling out.

There was still a lot of cum inside you. When he pulled back most of it gushed out, joining the impressive puddle beneath your ass.

Daryl's jaw dropped when he saw the scene before him. Such a large amount of his cum coating you and still trickling out of your hole, it was enough to make him stop and stare.

“Get me a rag or something.” You reached up to wipe the sweat from your forehead.

The sound of heavy boots coming down the hall let you know there wouldn't be time for any of that.

While you scrambled to get your panties and jeans back on, Daryl stuffed his dick back in his pants and flipped the mat over to hide the massive puddle of semen.

You barely jumped into your shoes when the door was flung open, revealing a panting Rick Grimes and a sweaty Shane.

“Come on. It's clear.” Rick called out and you grabbed your bag from the counter behind you. Daryl snatched up his crossbow and half-jogged half-limped after you.

“You okay?” Andrea asked as you all made your way down the stairs. “You look like you were the one out here fighting the dead.”

“Yeah.” You quickly nodded. “Just, you know, trying not to kill that asshole.”

She groaned and rolled her eyes, clearly buying your poor excuse. “Oh, tell me about it.” She snorted.

You ended up having to wrap a jacket around your waist. When you'd jumped up to put your pants back on, cum practically soaked your thighs and ass and you had no time to even attempt to clean it off. It left you with a massive dark spot on your jeans, and a very uncomfortable feeling the entire drive back to the highway.

@ophelialaufey @carlgrimesgfofficial @theskinniestjackson-denny @dilfish-daydreams @daryldove

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."

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A Daryl Dixon Fanfic Challenge

Welcome back, fellow Dixon fiends, to yet another mediocre challenge from yours truly. 🩸

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Simply select a prompt from below the cut and get to writing! 🔪 Be aware, each prompt has a unique set of challenges!

🩸Deadline is October 31!

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November!

Once you’ve completed your story, just post it, tag me, and tag the post #ddhh so I can find them all easily!

Rules:

Daryl Dixon x Reader only!

500 word minimum*

5k word maximum*

Must be able to stand alone!

Can be part of an ongoing series, but again, must be able to stand alone without outside context.

Writers may only enter one story from one prompt.

Please clarify which prompt you chose somewhere on your post.

* minimum & maximum word counts are approximate!

Prizes & Results:

Each prompt category will have one winner each.

Results will be decided via polls beginning in the first week of November.

🩸Each poll will be up for voting for 7 days.

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November.

The winner from each prompt will:

🩸Be tagged in an honorary winner post!

🩸Have one story of their choosing linked to every fic I post + my masterlist until December 31, 2024.

Prompts:

Choose wisely! Each prompt has its own unique set of kill counts, quotes, advantages, and challenges.

Here is a key for reference:

Kill Count: Mandatory number of deaths.

Setting/Era: Mandatory setting/era.

Quote: A line that must be included in your dialogue.

Challenge: Something that may make a prompt harder than the others.

Advantage: Something that may make the prompt easier than the others.

Slasher

summary: A classic, gory horror trope! Someone in the group has gone insane! The horrors of the post-apocalyptic world has driven them mad! They’re killing everyone! Who are they? Why have they done this? Who will survive?

setting/era: must be set either in Alexandria or the Prison

kill count: 4 to 8 kills

quote: “How could you?”

challenge: The killer must be a canon character from your chosen era, and your kills must also be canon characters from your chosen era. Killer cannot be Daryl or Reader. Killer also cannot be a canonical villain (like the Governor, Termites, Negan, Alpha, etc.)

advantage: Kills can be done with any weapon of choice, to any character of choice.

Supernatural

summary: A (supernatural creature of your choice) is terrorizing and killing off members of the group. What is it? What does it look like? How does it kill? More importantly, how will the survivors kill it?

setting/era: The Greene Farm

kill count: 3 to 5 kills

quote: “What the fuck is it?!” / “Dead, as soon as o figure out how.”

challenge: Supernatural creature cannot be a ghost, demon, or other spirit of any kind.

advantage: Your supernatural creature can be a classic (werewolf, vampire, wendigo, etc) or it can be something completely original and unexplainable. This gives freedom to describe your monster with as much/little detail as you please.

Paranormal

summary: A paranormal force has made its presence known and brought pain and terror upon its victims. Maybe it’s a demonic possession taking over one of the survivors, maybe it’s an angry spirit taking its home back. You decide!

setting/era: —

kill count: —

quote: “Kill it!” / It’s already dead!” / “So are the walkers!”

challenge: Your paranormal entity must not be visible to the human eye, creating an extra layer of difficulty for the survivors.

advantage: Kills are optional. No mandatory setting/era.

FAQ

Do major characters have to die (like Rick, Carol, etc) or do minor characters (like Olivia, Axel, etc) count towards the kill count as well?

Anyone can die!

Can my supernatural creature be anything that isn’t a ghost or spirit?

Yes! Could even be an alien!

Can I write a story for multiple prompts and only use one for the challenge?

Sure! You can even post them! Just be sure to specify which one you’d like to enter in the challenge, even if you do so by just sending me a message.

For the Slasher prompt, who qualifies as a villain?

Good question. Lots of morally gray characters on TWD, so it can be hard to decide who’s a villain and who’s just an asshole. For our purposes, let’s say Negan, Alpha, the Termites, and the Governor are the villains that are off limits.

Credits:

dividers from: @sister-lucifer

I do not own TWD and its characters, blah blah blah.

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This isn't me trying to secretly boast either it's awful I am so shit at pacing it's all over the fuckin place

When I first started writing I had to push myself to write longer one shots

Now I've rewritten the same angsty Daryl request three fuckin times because I keep making it OVERLY LONG and I know people are gonna be like "holy SHIT wrap it up bub"

GUYS I FOUND IT

IT'S JUST AS GOOD AS I REMEMBERED

This is so random but does anyone know the old fanfic where it's dean Winchester x reader, the reader has a pain kink and dean needs to stitch her up and girl starts MOANING and deans like "the fuck? That's freaky goddamn" And they have sex. Please does anyone know what I'm talking about

Pain breaks the rhythm

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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I WANT YOUR VIDEO

college baseball player!leon x f!reader word count: 3,836 warnings: sex tape, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex with seemingly creampie, hint of corruption kink, leon's kind of an fboy if you squint, brief spanking synopsis: you've just gotten a brand new video camera and leon intends to use it properly...

 “Shit, shit, shit!”

 She curses through gritted teeth as she repeatedly jabs her finger against the record button, sliding her hand through the handle on the side of the small device, hastily bringing the viewfinder to her right eye. She quickly finds Leon where he stands in his ready position at third base just in time, as the batter swings and hits a ground ball that heads straight for him. 

 She gasps and her breath hitches, and she holds it in her throat as the scene seems to unravel in slow motion. Leon scoops the ball into his glove and shuffles into his throwing motion, her camcorder follows the ball as it soars through the air towards the first baseman and into his glove. 

 The runner only hits first base a second after the ball hits the glove. 

 Leon’s won the game. 

 She moves the viewfinder away from her eye to throw both hands in the air, her cheer emitting more as a shrill scream as the bleachers erupt into an uproar of applause. She watches Leon as his face splits into a grin, jumping in the air and pumping his fist in the air as his teammates crowd around him, banging their fists on his back, their palms on the top of his head. 

 She laughs and aims the camera back down to them, watching through the viewfinder as Leon disappears behind a wall of cheering baseball players. The wall crumbles only for a moment as two men dump the contents of a water cooler over Leon’s head, his dark blonde hair flattening against his forehead and beads of water drip down his face as he lifts his head and hollers. 

 People begin to make their way down from the stands and towards the field, which she takes as her cue to cut the recording to make her own way down to the dugout. She does her best to slither her way past the sea of bodies before her and she rolls onto the tips of her toes, searching for Leon between heads. She huffs, pursing her lips as she decides to just wait for him to find her until she feels a pair of hands on her waist and she shrieks as she’s lifted up into the air. 

 Someone hollers behind her and she kicks out with her feet, squirming to try and get a glimpse over her shoulder. 

 “Leon!” She whines as she’s finally set onto the ground and spun around, a hand on the small of her back drawing her into his chest. A mixture of water and sweat drops from Leon Kennedy’s forehead to the tip of her nose and she wrinkles it, reaching up with her free hand to wipe it away. “Gross. You’re all sticky and sweaty.”

 In a sea of dark blue, there seems to be a reflection of a star, one she’s become all too familiar with. She narrows her eyes at the mischievous gleam in his eyes as he scrunches his nose, nudging her forehead with his. 

 “Don’t give me that,” he whispers, drawing his mouth to hers. “You know you love it,” he says against her lips and she rolls her eyes, locking her arms around his neck. “You wish, Leon Kennedy,” she mutters back, unable to help the curving of her lips as Leon practically swallows them with his, groaning into her mouth. 

 The sheer force of Leon’s kiss nearly makes her drop the camera and after only a fleeting moment, she pulls away, hyper aware of the fact that they were most definitely not alone. 

 “You almost made me drop my brand new camera,” she complains, unraveling her arms from around his neck to fuss with her camera, willing the blood in her cheeks to cool down. Leon moans against the crown of her head, pressing a kiss to her skin.

 “Wouldn’t want that,” he murmurs, pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Their eyes meet again and her bottom lip quivers against his fingers because suddenly she knows what that roguish glint in his eyes earlier means. He leans in closer until their noses almost touch, “haven’t even gotten to put it to good use yet.”

They barely made it through the door of Leon’s dorm before he was already tearing her shirt off. 

 “Leon!” She moans as his kisses trail down her lips and to that delicate patch of skin on her neck that always has her knees wobbling. Her hands find his shoulders and fists a handful of his fresh, clean shirt as he backpedals towards his bedroom, kicking a foot behind him to open the door. He tugs her inside and kicks it back closed behind her, his teeth marking her neck, his forefinger lifting the strap of her bag away from her shoulder. 

 However, before he can absentmindedly toss it to the floor, he blinks, pulling away from her altogether. Her skin is warm and her vision has begun to blur but she blinks throughout, her brows knit as she watches him sift through the contents of her bag. 

 “What are you doing?” She pants and she watches as he finally fishes out what he’d been looking for. “A-ha!” He grins, holding up her brand new video camera. He begins trying to navigate all the different buttons and her spine stiffens at the sight— somehow, in her lust-drunken haze, she’d forgotten all about Leon’s intentions for tonight. 

 She’s not sure if the idea either turns her on more or makes her want to vomit. 

 Either way, there’s an ache between her legs and she swallows, trying to resist the urge to press her thighs together to quell it. 

 “Leon, you’re not seriously…?” She trails off as he finally finds the record button, pressing down on it, sliding his hand through the strap on the side, and holding the camcorder up to face her. She freezes when she realizes she’s being recorded and draws her brows together. “Leon!”

 She lunges, reaching for the camera but he backs away and she can see his toothy, little grin peeking out from the side of the folded-out screen. With the camera aimed at her face, reaches out to cup her cheek, drawing her in for another kiss. 

 “What? Isn’t this what cameras are used for?” He murmurs against her lips and she rolls her eyes, peeking towards the camera from corners of her vision. Leon’s tongue swirls her mouth and she hums into his kiss, already feeling her opposition begin to fade. She pulls away just enough to whisper, “you’re a menace, Leon Kennedy.”

 Her eyes flutter open to find he’s already staring, drawing her further into that dark, lustrous ocean of his that never fails to make liquid of her insides. His breath looms over her face like rolling smoke and she’s sinking with her head below his surface. Her gaze drops to his lips as they curve into a roguish, crooked grin. 

 “And you love it,” he mutters before her lips are enveloped with his again. She moans into his mouth as she cups either side of his face, bringing him in even closer to her orbit. 

 It's primal, the way he kisses her and she matches with equal fervor, fingers gripping locks of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling hard enough to make him groan into her mouth. His hand not preoccupied with the camcorder finds her hip, palming the flesh through her little denim shorts, grounding his bulge into her front. She mewls at the delicious friction as a flame kindles at her core and she pulls away, chest heaving with the weight of her breaths. 

 Leon watches through the viewfinder of the camera as she sinks to her knees before him, fingers hooking over the hem of his sweats. His entire body reacts when his cock springs free from his boxers as they, along with his pants, pool at his ankles. He watches through the little fold-out screen as she blinks up at him, as if she’s a saint, as if she’s nothing short of innocent. 

 She has to know what she’s doing. Leon still remembers that day a few months back in the batting cage, remembers the nervous, stuttering mess of a girl she was then. 

 It was back when she was just a silly girl with a silly little crush— she didn’t ever truly expect anything to come from it. She’d had little to no experience with sex or relationships for that matter, so she learned to keep her fantasies private, her feelings locked away inside a vault. 

 Or so she thought. 

 Until Leon stopped her after chemistry one day to ask for help. Everyone knew she was top of the class, and he’d seen the way she looked at him, sneaking glances when she thought he wouldn’t notice. But to find that she’d been writing his name in the very notebook she lent him?

 He knew he had to have her. 

 And now he does, and now he’s got her on her knees before him, fist wrapped around his cock with a camera practically in her face. It was no secret that she’d changed over the course of the past few months they’d been together, and Leon took great pride in having done the honors of breaking the good girl. 

 Now she was his good girl, conditioned to suck cock like her life depended on it, and fuck, he could come just from that thought alone. 

“Fuck,” he mutters beneath his breath as he watches her lick a long stripe from his sack, up his length, all the way to his tip through the viewfinder. She stares at him— or rather, the camcorder— through her lashes, even as she parts her lips wide enough to take in just the head, the tip of her tongue circling around the slit at the top. Leon’s breath stutters in his chest and he gasps, a gravelly “oh” slipping from his lips.

“Spit on it for me,” he rasps and she complies, gathering saliva on the tip of her tongue, spewing it onto the head. Her fist pumps up and down, coating the entire length with her spit and it’s pornographic, the way Leon throws his head back with a moan. 

 “The whole thing?” She asks, absentmindedly pumping her fist from the base of his dick to just below the head, tilting her head and blinking up at him as if she wasn’t trying to wring his release out of him. He has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to control himself, snaking his hand not holding the camera around to the back of her head, taking a fistful of her hair between his fingers. 

 “You’re a fuckin’ minx, you know that?” He practically growls and her lips curve against the head of his cock, just before she dips her chin. 

 “You love it,” she uses his own words against him and then her lips part to wrap around him and oh, he’s already overcome with bliss. He has to pray somewhere in the back of his mind that the camcorder is still focused on her because he lolls his head backwards, squeezing his eyelids closed as she slowly takes him into her mouth. 

 He can feel every inch of him being drawn between her lips, all the way until he feels his tip brush the back of her throat and he can feel the way it tightens around him. 

 A filthy, rather embarrassing noise sounds from her efforts and her cheeks warm but Leon doesn’t care, if anything, it only turns him on more. She lifts her head up until just the tip is in her mouth and Leon grants her this one moment to gasp for breath before he’s guiding her back down his length, panting as every single inch of his cock sheaths inside her throat. 

 “Fuck!” He groans, peering back down at her through the camcorder’s screen. He can see her hand raise to wrap around his base just below it and she squeezes, pumping while she swirls her tongue against his tip, bobbing her head up and down as much of the length as she can take. 

 “Shit, that’s it,” he groans, watching as she takes him deeper, her nose against the little, coarse hairs around his base. “Just like that, pretty girl.”

 She whines around him and comes up for air, lips glistening with spit, streams of tears spilling from over the side of her lids. She blinks back the water in her eyes as she gasps for breath and Leon, with his fingers still tangled in her hair, tug her back down into his cock. There’s a knot building in his sack that’s making him start to see white, his release so close he can practically taste it. 

 He almost loses himself in his bliss before he comes to his senses, pulling her mouth off of his cock by the grip in her hair, his cock twitching and slit crying with precum. He pants, cursing beneath his breath as she rocks back on her heels, a string of spit hanging from her bottom lip that she wipes away with the back of her hand. 

 It’s all so filthy and provocative yet so damn erotic. It seems fitting now that they were recording— this is exactly the type of shit you see in the porn videos. 

 She blinks up at him from her spot on the floor and he leans down, kissing her just so he can taste her, humming at the mixture of saliva and precum in her mouth. He pulls away, a bridge of spit stringing between their lips, and turns, stepping out of his boxers and sweats before walking towards his dresser. 

 She eyes him curiously, still panting as she watches him place the camcorder down on the top of his dresser, adjusting the position until he’s certain the lens faces the bed. Blood bites her cheeks and lava oozes at her apex as Leon makes his back towards her, tugging his shirt over his head during the journey. 

 “Off,” his voice drips with authority and he gestures with his chin towards her clothes. His shirt falls to the floor and he’s left naked, save for the silver chain that dangles just above his chest and she swallows at the sight before her, pressing her thighs together as she rises from her place on the ground. 

 Their gazes meet and lock as she grabs the bottom of her shirt— the one she always wears to his games that has his name and number on the back— and Leon greedily takes in the sight before him as she pulls the material over her head. Her denim shorts are the next to go and he, admittedly, watches her breasts over the top of her bra as she bends over to step out of her bottoms, tossing them aside. 

 She’s left in her underwear and her eyes boldly meet his once again, her lids heavy against them, a refulgent white flame in the backdrops of her pupils. Her hands reach around to her back to unclasp her bra and she watches as Leon eyes the way the straps slip down her shoulders, the length of her arms until her breasts are finally on full display. His breath hitches as the lace falls down to the floor and she hooks her fingers tauntingly around the hem of her panties, lifting it up and sliding her fingers back and forth of the expanse of them before at last, she pulls them down her legs until they’re both standing before each other, nude and burning like two stars in supernova. 

 She makes her way back towards Leon, wrapping her hands around the back of his head, drawing herself in until they were close, yet not close enough. 

 “What’s next?” She asks, a corner of her mouth curved in a smirk and Leon’s eyes narrow, the center of his stormy sea expanding until nearly his entire iris is veiled by shadow. 

 “You’ve had your fun,” he says before pushing her towards the bed. She lands with a huff on her stomach and her brows draw together as she peers at him from over her shoulder. “Now I wanna see you on all fours.”

 Again, her core aches at the mere fact of how dominant he is and she can feel her arousal as it drips down her slit as she complies, lifting herself up until she’s on her knees and elbows. It’s a rather embarrassing position, if not risqué, at the least. Knowing she’s being recorded in this position only further makes her skin burn, as well as it makes insides melt, hot magma oozing straight down to her center. 

 The bed dips behind her and she mewls as Leon’s palm slams down onto one side of her ass with a loud smack, the sting deliciously lingering on her flesh. The nearness of him behind her makes her bones rattle and spine erupt in shivers as he runs his palm up and down the expanse of her back. She can feel the head of his cock against her ass, teasing her, taunting her. 

 “Leon…” she whimpers, wiggling her hips backwards in hopes of some sort of friction. Another slap against the other side of her ass makes her body quake and she yelps, balling her fists against the sheets. She catches a glimpse of him over her shoulder as he takes his cock in one hand, slowly pumping up and down his length, a quiet curse slipping from his lips. 

 “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He purrs, reaching forward to trace the line of her jaw with his forefinger. He hunches over her body to press a soft kiss to the side of her mouth and she hums, feeling herself turn into a ball of malleable putty in the palm of his hands. 

 “Yeah?” She says and he chuckles softly, nodding, his nose against her cheek. “Yeah. So, so pretty,” he whispers and she hums again as he pulls away from her face, palm once again soothing over her back. His right hand rests on the left side of her ass and for a moment, it’s peaceful, for a moment, it’s quiet. 

 Then Leon bucks his hips forward and with one thrust, she’s full to the brim. Her lips part to make way for a loud gasp that fully permeates his bedroom and lingers, balling her fists so hard against the sheets, she could feel her nails digging into her palms. 

 “And so, so damn tempting,” he grunts as he pulls back his hips just to piston them back into her again. “A fuckin’ vixen is what you are.”

 Bolts of ecstasy half her ability to make words as Leon sets his pace, his thrusts hard, forceful and fast. It’s truly pornographic— again, making it all too fitting that they’re being recorded— the way he fucks her. He’s like an animal and all this energy has been pent up inside of him for so long, too long. You would have no idea he just played a nearly three hour long baseball game. 

 He’s on a high— from making the last out of the game to being so lucky to have a girl like her on his arm— and he’s pouring every single ounce of that energy into her, into each and every single one of his thrusts. She has to dig her nails into the sheets to keep her body from being driven too far up the bed away from him. 

 His hands find her hips and he uses them as leverage to fuck into her harder, deeper. The sound of their skin slapping together permeates the bedroom, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her toes curl as the tip of his cock repeatedly hits that spongy spot deep inside of her deliciously. Over and over and over and over again does he find that spot and it’s sooner rather than later that she feels herself burning, that kindling that had once been a small flame at the pit of her belly now fully blossomed into a wildfire, wreaking havoc across her ovaries. 

 “Le… Lee… Leon!” She cries, feeling tears brim and sting the outline of her lids as he mutters curses underneath his breath, making it his sole mission to utterly destroy her with his cock. “Slow down or I’m gonna… I’m gonna…! Oh, fuck!”

 She hears him laugh behind her, bending over her body— all whilst maintaining his speed— to press a tender kiss to the center of her spine. 

 “That’s kind of the point,” he says against her back, lips curved into an impish grin against her skin. She can feel drool fall from her mouth down to her chin and she prays that the camcorder can’t pick this embarrassing detail up as she clenches around him, his dick having coaxed her so close to her peak. 

 Leon lifts away from her back and barks a curse when she tightens around him, his hips stuttering. “Gonna take me down with you, huh?” He growls, bucking his hips harder and harder and harder into her until she begins to crack like the shell of an egg, her orgasm spilling through the jagged lines like the yolk. 

 She succumbs to blinding white, hot bliss and she shudders, Leon leaning over her to wrap his arms around her waist as he, too, is overtaken by the sheer power of his release. “Leon!” She moans, either of their noises echoing off the four walls of his room and she hopes somewhere in the back of her mind that his roommate, Carlos, is not home to further be exposed to their coition. 

 Leon’s hips finally still and he simply holds her through either of their orgasms, his chest flush to her back. She can feel his dick twitch inside of her and she mewls, feeling his fingers brush through her hair, his lips finding her ear. 

 He presses a kiss to the shell before he whispers, “okay?”

 It’s hard to speak through her panting but she manages to nod, her eyelids feeling heavy as they fall over her eyes. “Okay,” she replies and she simply lays there on her stomach, Leon on her back. The room smells of sex and perspiration but at its core, it smells like Leon, like home. His warmth is like the fire in a hearth on a cold winter's day and she hums as fatigue washes over her, lulling her towards a temporary slumber. 

 Leon groans from behind her and she feels him lift off of the bed, albeit reluctantly. Her nose wrinkles in displeasure but she does not lift her head, does not even open her eyes. She’s simply too tired, but before she drifts away to sleep, she hears a string of curses being said beneath Leon’s breath. 

 “Shit, shit, shit! How the fuck do you turn this thing off?”

a/n; teehee i'm so happy so many of you enjoyed the first baseball player leon fic, so here's a treat! wrote this up while freezing my tits off in the bathtub 😘

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he was just a baby 🥺