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THIS ONE MADE ME EMOTIONAL OMG

Heels

Daryl sees reader walking around in a pair of high heels from her new closet in Alexandria and it drives him wild!

Warnings: loving smut!

Daryl Dixon was a leg man.

Whether it was the models in Merle's nudie magazines or the real live girls in his hometown, the first thing the shy younger Dixon brother noticed was a nice pair of legs. You had the best he'd ever seen.

When you appeared at the gates of the prison in a t-shirt and shorts as Daryl and Maggie were clearing walkers from the fence, you were sunburned and bug bitten everywhere. They gave you a bottle of water, asked you three questions, then let you in. Daryl hadn't thought about things like attractive body parts since the world ended, until he watched you walk away up the dirt hill with Maggie. He was suddenly glad he had walkers to take his sudden, overwhelming frustration out on.

Daryl was glad you kept those shorts after washing them, and wore them often, even if it distracted him. But it wasn't just your legs. It was your smile, your kindness, your work ethic, your playfulness with Judith, and your devotion the group. Daryl fell in love with every part of you.

You only saw enough of him to be intrigued. He never stopped, never rested, never stood still, and certainly never had a full conversation with anyone. He only said what was necessary and got back to it, whether it was going on a run or a hunt, building or fixing something, or keeping to himself. He wanted to talk to you the most, but he couldn't do small talk, he didn't know how to express his feelings for you, and he was afraid to say the wrong thing, in the wrong way. You tried to initiate many times. You could tell his gruff exterior shielded a shy, sensitive soul, but you never got very far. You mostly learned things from each other during runs, when the other members of the group got you both talking. You kept thinking there would be time, that at some point the two of you would become more than friends. Then the prison fell.

Daryl didn't know you escaped with Carol and Tyrese. He laid awake every night mourning you, regretting that he was too awkward and insecure to even be around you, despite how much he wanted you.

As he kneeled in front of a slaughter basin at Terminous, believing he was about to die, he saw your face and had a brief moment of peace, hoping to see you again on the other side. Carol caused the explosion that saved everyone, then led Daryl back to you. He fell to his knees when he saw you, wondering if he was already dead, but feeling like he was in heaven either way. You went straight to him, knelt down in front of him, and swept his long dirty bangs away from his eyes.

"There you are," you whispered through happy tears.

For the second time in less than an hour, Daryl Dixon broke down in a woman's arms. But he wasn't pried away from you as quickly or easily.

Life on the road to D.C. didn't afford much time for romance. More fighting, more separation, more death, starvation, and moments of hopelessness kept you both from verbalising how much you felt for each other. But you both knew there was something between you. Fighting side-by-side had to be enough, though, for now. As long as your two legs kept trudging on, Daryl would follow you anywhere.

Then Aaron brought you all to Alexandria. You and Daryl walked through the gates hand in hand. You both prayed that the safety and comfort of the community wasn't just an illusion. You hoped it was a place where you could finally stop and get to know each other.

Once your group split up into separate houses, you and Tara shared one of the smaller houses a few doors down from Rick's house, where Daryl set up camp in the basement.

It had only been a few days. There was still so much to do. You'd get to each other eventually.

The night of Deanna's party, you went for a little while to be polite, looking for Daryl the whole time. After one drink you couldn't fake any more small talk or avoid Spencer's flirting and went home.

You walked around the few barely lit streets, still searching for Daryl, but gave up and went back to an empty house.

You didn't know what to do with yourself. Free time - what was that?

You decided to snoop through your own house. It was only your second night there.

You decided to dig into the closet first. You had pulled a few pieces of clothing from the shared pile when you all arrived but every house was full of necessities and luxuries.

The style wasn't exactly "you," but everything was brand new, clean, no holes, rips, tears, blood stains, or mud-caked fabric. There were pajamas, underwear, and stacks of shoe boxes. Most were loafers or sneakers, but you were shocked to find a pair of black high heels mixed in with the other unassuming shoe boxes. They weren't too fancy or dressy, just plain black patent slingbacks, about 4 inches high with a rounded toe. To you, it was like finding buried treasure.

You practically lived in high heels in your old life. As a teenager you never took a job where you couldn't wear them. You wore them to the grocery store, family bbqs, even church (surely God didn't mind a little kitten heel).

You checked the inside for a size. 8 medium. Just like you. You sat on the floor of the walk-in closet and slipped them on. It was like going home. It didn't matter that were wearing a long boring skirt, that your hair was in a messy bun, that no one would ever see how fan-fucking-tasticly you slayed in those shoes. You felt it. You owned it. That feminine pride was just for you.

Of course you could still walk in them. Bitch, please, you never forget how to do what you were born to do. You did a lap around your bedroom, the click-clack on the hardwood floors sounding like your second pulse. You strutted over to the wall-length mirror and rolled the waist of the skirt up. After the fall of civilization and 2 years of near-death experiences, the last fuck you gave was about any physical insecurities. So what about length, shape, scars, ankle width, thigh gaps, knee fat (which sounded absurd even in the old world), if your ass was too big, too small or not high enough. You were still alive, you had 4 walls and a roof, food to eat, people you loved, and a pair of classic high heels on your feet.

You wished you had discovered them earlier. Maybe you could've worn them to the party? No, you wouldn't have. It was still the apocalypse, you were all fighters, you never knew what shit would hit the fan at any given moment, and being caught in heels or bare feet could mean your end. You all needed solid, practical boots and shoes to kick ass or run on a dime. And Spencer would've done a lot more than just flirt.

But maybe Daryl would've seen you in them. Maybe he would've finally stopped - just stopped - and talked to you.

You sighed and went downstairs for a drink. Every house had liquor in it too, and another glass of wine, in your heels no less, sounded like a perfectly civilized evening for a woman to enjoy.

After Daryl left Aaron and Eric's house with a stomach full of spaghetti, he ran into Glenn and Maggie walking home.

"Y/N still there?" He asked, gesturing to Deanna's house.

"She left hours ago," Glenn shrugged.

"Alone?" Daryl asked, cautiously. Did one of those pretty Alexandria boys get to you first, or was something wrong.

"I think so. She just wasn't comfortable," Maggie said. "It's gonna take time to adjust, you know."

Time, Daryl thought, was all you had now. Time to build bikes and have dinner at a table and talk to the person you fell in love with.

"A'right, thanks," he said as a goodnight and headed to your house.

He climbed the few steps up to your door and saw the window blinds were still up. None of you were used to having any kind of privacy, and wanted to see what was going on around you at all times anyway. Before knocking he peeked into the window to see if you were alone. If any of those shiny assholes were with you, making you smile or worse, he didn't know what he'd do. But at least he was prepared for the possibility. The unexpected sight through the glass knocked him on his ass in a different way.

You were sitting sideways on a stool at the counter, nursing a glass of wine, your beautiful legs crossed under a short bunched up skirt, and high heels hooked in the foot rests. You were admiring your own feet, extending your leg out in front of you, letting the shoe dangle off your toes, then reaching down to slide the strap back up your heel. You looked as sexy as you felt.

Daryl was frozen as he felt all the blood in his body rush to one place.

You suddenly felt someone watching you and looked over at the window. You jumped when you saw Daryl standing there staring at you and you quickly kicked the shoes off. He snapped out of it as you ran over to open the door.

"Daryl? You scared me!" You said with a smile, trying to play it cool, like he didn't just see you acting privately ridiculous.

"M'sorry sorry, I just, I wanted, I gotta," he stuttered and stumbled over his words.

"You wanna come in? I found a really good bottle of wine," you asked, to his relief.

He cleared his throat, put his hands in his pockets and bounced his leg to calm himself down, then nodded and followed you inside.

You ran ahead to kick the shoes where he hopefully wouldn't see them and hopped back on one of the stools. Daryl walked over to the stool next to you but didn't sit. He looked over at the shoes, knowing exactly where they were, and where he wanted them to be.

"Why'd you take 'em off?" He asked in that low, gravelly voice that immediately turned you on.

You didn't lie or play dumb. You finished your glass of wine in one gulp and said, "I was just being stupid. Can you please forget you ever saw me in those?" You felt your face burning and concentrated on your empty glass.

"No, I can't forget. Don't wanna either," he confessed.

You looked up at him as every part of you started tingling. His blue eyes were burning into yours. He moved closer, looked down at your exposed legs, and asked, barely above a whisper, "Will you put 'em back on?" He then bit his lip, almost ashamed at what he'd just asked you.

You were silent, dumb-founded. Just as Daryl was about to say nevermind and run out, it was your turn to surprise him by asking "Will you put them on me?"

He spun around to pick the shoes up, then knelt down at your feet. He had no idea what he was doing. He'd never even held a pair of high heels before, nevermind knew how they went on, especially with that strap. But he finally had the chance to be so close to the perfect legs that he longed to touch for over a year. If he could literally worship you at your feet, he'd figure it out as he went.

You held up one pointed foot for him. He slid the right shoe over your toes. As your arch rested against the sole, he realized how to place the strap, just as if he was re-stringing his crossbow. When both shoes were on he kept a hold of your ankle and softly ran his other hand up the inside of your calf. Both of you held your breath as he reached your knee and looked up at you, silently asking if it was OK to go further. You nodded and parted your knees a bit. Daryl stood up and stared you down as his fingers gently advanced up your inner thigh. Just before he got to the soaking wet center of your underwear, he moved to the other leg, this time caressing your outer thigh. He stepped closer to you, in-between your now open legs.

"I've wanted to touch these legs since the day you walked up to that fence," he sighed peacefully as he finally got to hold the object of his desires.

"I would've let you," you said eagerly as you pulled him even closer and pressed yourself against him. "I'm letting you now." You lifted one leg to his waist and he panted as he rubbed all the way up your thigh to your hip.

You reached up to cup his face and bring it down to yours. You moaned into each other's mouths as your parted lips joined. You could feel his chapped lips and the soft wet inside as your mouths joined. When your tongues began to dance, you lifted your other leg, wrapped it around his waist, and melted into him.

You both released a year's worth of pent-up yearning in the kiss. You leaned back against the counter and gasped when you felt his hard bulge pressing into your center. You moaned louder and started grinding against him.

"Daryl? Take me upstairs?" You begged as you looked into his eyes.

He grinned and said, "Only if I can watch you walk up in them heels."

You laughed softly and bit your lip sheepishly.

He released your legs and you hopped off the stool and sauntered across the living room. He followed you but stayed at the bottom of the stairs as you ascended, watching you confidently sway your hips with each step higher. Daryl's leg twitched rapidly as more of the back of your thighs became visible and his cock was straining against his pants. When you reached the landing and looked down at him over your shoulder, he bolted after you, clearing 2 or 3 steps up at a time. When he reached you he pulled you up off the ground and you wrapped your legs around him again. He pushed you against the wall and kissed you deeply.

"You got the sexiest fuckin legs I ever seen," he grunted as he rubbed into you.

"Oh, these old things?" You grinned before capturing his lips again. His grinding became overwhelming and you cried out into his kiss.

"Which one's yours?" He asked, looking down the hallway leading into three bedrooms. You pointed to the closest one. He carried you in and kicked the door shut behind him, then laid you on the bed. He tried to stand up but you locked your ankles together behind his back and held on.

"I'm not letting you go!" You smiled. "I've waited too long for this! Please, Daryl? Can we finally do this? All of it?" You turned serious. "Please stop avoiding me."

"I was never…" He squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself for causing you to think such things. "I don't know how to say things. 'Specially to you. And it kills me cuz I never wanted to say so much to somebody before." He gulped and kept going. "Never loved a woman the way I love you. Never thought a woman like you would want me."

You realized how much he'd confessed before he did.

"You love me?" You asked as tears welled in your eyes.

He nodded and rubbed your noses together. "You don't gotta say it back."

"You think I let just any man between my legs?" He smiled and shook his head, ticking your face with his long dark hair. "I love you, Daryl. But right now, I'm not that interested in talking," you continued, feeling bolder than ever. "So if there's something you don't know how to tell me, can you show me instead?"

"I can do that," he said in a confident, heated voice. He stood up, turned the bedside lamp on, and pulled his vest off. You sat up to help with the buttons but he gently stopped your hand and held it. His eyes turned sad and vulnerable.

"You can leave it on," you said softly.

He shook his head and swallowed hard. "I want ya to know. Just… never showed nobody before."

He released your hand and you both unbuttoned it together. You pushed his shirt open by rubbing your hands across his chest and felt the raised, bumpy scars before seeing them. They stopped you cold, and you suddenly understood a whole lot more about him.

He hung his head and looked down, ashamed. You lifted his chin and pushed the hair away from his eyes. "Don't you ever hang your head, Daryl Dixon."

He huffed appreciatively, humbly, with a faint smile. You pressed your right hand over his chest and wrapped your left around his back, only to feel more jagged lines marking his strong body.

"The back is worse," he said, barely above a whisper.

"You can tell me," you said as you both held each other.

"Later," he said dismissively but assertively before kissing you deeply again. His fingers hurriedly bunched up your shirt to pull it over your head. He tugged at your bra straps too, then pushed down at the waistband of your skirt. His hands roamed everywhere but his mouth never left yours. You shimmied out of your underwear too and kicked off one shoe but he broke away and said, "leave 'em on."

You smiled and stepped back into it. He took a few steps back to look at you as you stood there in nothing but the heels. You felt instantly self-conscious, unsure of what to do with your hands, but Daryl's gaze steadied you. He nearly dropped to his knees to worship you but he willed himself to stay strong and instead asked, "You even real?"

"I'm real," you answered in a voice breaking with emotion. "And I'm yours."

You sat back on the side of the bed and waited for him. He began undoing his belt and jeans as he approached you. The size of his bulge was even more impressive up close. Once he was immediately in front of you he kicked his boots off and pushed his pants and boxers down, finally freeing his extended length. You wrapped your fingers around him and leaned in with your mouth open but he growled, "No."

"I… I'm sorry," you said, taken aback.

"Nah, don't be," he corrected, cursing himself for reacting so harshly. "S'just… I want your body, not yer mouth."

"You can have whatever you want, Daryl," you said in relief. You leaned back and lifted your legs up with your knees bent but still together. You raised your eyebrows and smiled. "I know you like these," you said as you kicked your right leg out to him.

He smirked and grabbed your leg, lifted it straight up, and rested your ankle on his left shoulder, slightly parting your legs. He started kissing at your ankle and caressing up and down your calf and inner thigh, still bewildered that his year-long fantasy was actually happening. His mouth and hands had free reign on the pair of stems that he dreamed about, longed for, and jerked himself to every day and night at the drab, sterile prison you once called home. He pushed your other leg to the side and grazed your folds with his fingers. He worried that his lack of knowledge and experience between any woman's legs would betray him and leave you cold but your quiet little noises turned to prolonged groans. The sight and sensation of Daryl stroking your clit overwhelmed and weakened you, and you dropped flat on your back. He almost drooled at the sight of you splayed out in front of him, willing and begging, gripping his arms tighter with each movement

"Daryl! Please! Now!" You cried. He couldn't wait anymore either. His jaw tightened as he held his cock and started dragging his tip through your juices. You bit your lip and whimpered, then begged some more, until he finally pierced your opening. You held on to his arms as he began to fill you. You both lost control of your voices, filling the entire house with half-finished words, yelps, and groans, the gibberish of ecstasy. You closed your eyes and felt every inch slowly invade your senses, stimulating places throughout your body and being that you didn't even know existed. When you opened your eyes you only saw the curtained windows upside down, realizing you had thrown your head back in the first throws. It was suddenly silent and you looked ahead to see Daryl again. He stood still, fully engulfed in you, his eyes squeezed shut, breathing through his nose like a bull, gripping your ankle as if it was his lifeline keeping him from falling into an abyss.

"Daryl?" You asked hesitantly, almost afraid to pull him from wherever his mind had gone for balance. He opened his eyes and his jaw dropped at the sight of where you were fully joined. He inhaled like a drowning man coming up for air and whimpered as he tried to push into you further, rubbing the top of his groin area against your clit. You cried out his name and he froze again.

"Daryl? Are you ok?" You asked, growing concerned.

"S'fuckin good. So… fuckin good," he said through heavy exhales.

"Come here," you said as you pulled him down over you. He released your leg and knelt on the bed. You wanted to ask if this was his first time having sex but didn't want to embarrass him. He seemed overwhelmed by the stimulation and unsure of what to do or how to move. He was indeed inexperienced but not completely. He'd only been with the only two other women - one paid by Merle to take Daryl's virginity at 15, the other a drunken girl he barely remembered who threw herself at him, then nearly threw up on him when it was over. But you, this, all of it - the connection between you, your survivor's body, your loving gaze, tender motions, and acceptance of a marked-up, middle-aged redneck - it floored him.

You planted your feet on the mattress and lifted your hips, then dipped back down, pulling him out, but not completely. The loss of your tight, heated grip on his shaft spurred him into action. He lifted your legs from under your knees and started rapidly rocking back and forth into you, holding your lower half in the air as he pounded you. You gripped the quilt above your head and watched him fuck you as if he would lose you if he didn't. You knew he wouldn't be able to release his grip on you to bring you to your peak. You reached down to strum yourself with one hand and pinched your own nipple with the other. It only took a minute before you splintered internally and screamed his name. The sight of you pleasuring yourself and coming hard as he took you was too much for Daryl. The force of his heavy thrusts moved the bed on its wheels and knocked it into the nightstand. You felt him begin to sputter as you came down from your high. Despite not having protection, despite your shared risk aversion, despite watching Judith grow up without a mother, nothing on earth could stop either of you from experiencing Daryl finishing your first time together inside of you. It was too late anyway - he didn't have time to pull out before he exploded suddenly and deeply.

You beheld the magnificent sight of Daryl Dixon's moment of pure ecstasy as the muscles and veins in his neck bulged while he leaned his head back and wailed at the ceiling, his biceps flexed to keep your open legs high, his scarred, heaving chest beaded with sweat.

He stayed locked in place as his high ebbed away. When he finally shifted his weight and pulled out, you lowered your legs and rotated to lay with your head on the pillows. You patted the bed next to you Daryl smiled, then joined you. He laid on his side to face you and pulled your left leg up over his hip.

"You really love my legs, huh?" I teased.

"Can't get enough of these," he grinned as he stroked my thigh.

"Do you mind if I take the shoes off now?" I asked.

"Alright. But just for sleeping," he joked. "Ya can't ever get rid of those."

"Never!" I promised.

Thank you for reading!

@littlegodzilla @mariannambl @darylsgarden @minervadashwood @ravenwings73

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abbyreedus · 13 days

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hii, can you write one from Patrick Wilson from the film he made Hardcandy in which he takes revenge on the girl, smut, non-consensual elements, dubious content I really didn't like the ending of the movie. Please🙏❤️❤️

My first anon ask! Absolutely! I've not heard of this movie, so I'll have to watch it first, but I will get started after I finish up another request. I'm currently working on Teacher! Josh Lambert x reader and also Murphy & Connor Macmanus x reader. So many WIPS and so many DILFS!

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abbyreedus · 16 days

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My sexy old man🤤

More white in that beard needed 😂🤍😂

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abbyreedus · 19 days

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I think it’s the back stretch that kills me the most … happy Topless Tuesday ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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abbyreedus · 20 days

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Grass Feeding the Grass

Smut based off the movie adaptation of Stephen King and Joe Hill’s In the Tall Grass. I love Stephen King, and I love Patrick Wilson and his characters.

Ross x reader, first person pov, Patrick Wilson x YOU

Word count: about 1k

Reader replaces Becky. No description of reader besides mentions of her being pregnant, being smaller than him, and wearing Becky’s dress. I couldn’t help my mind from wandering to this scenario while watching the movie. I was like yes please.😀

WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, 18+, MDNI, NON-CON/RAPE, rough sex, implied age gap, degradation, humiliation, semi public sex, voyeurism?, choking, size kink af. Just don’t read if not comfortable. This one is DARK.

I hit the ground hard, my head spinning and body trembling, as Ross loomed over me. I screamed in absolute horror as he pinned me to the ground with my hands above my head.

“Want to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the grass sings our names?“

“Nooo, please, stop,” is what I choked out, but my body was screaming the opposite. It must have been something in the air or maybe in the grass that seemed to emanate magic. My arms had no more fight as I looked up at him through my tears. His words, that maniacal look in his eyes, and the moonlight rippling off his biceps as he held me down, it was all too much. I couldn’t be held accountable the way my body was starting to react to his. Ross must have noticed this too because he laughed in a knowing and almost condescending way. I could only whimper as he lowered his face to my exposed neck.

“I think you do. Don’t you?” He smiled that creepy smile against my neck. “Or maybe she does…” he said while one of his hands moved to my pussy under my dress.

I screamed again. I said no, but it didn’t matter. I wanted it.

“Yeah I think you like this. I watched all of your resolve give out while you were looking at my body. You want to be pinned down and raped by me while six months pregnant. Your eyes turned from fear to lust. Don’t they go hand in hand so often?”

He began sucking at my neck and gently rubbing my cunt through my drenched panties, as I whimpered and moaned. I could imagine the dirt underneath me turning to mud as my arousal soaked through my thin cotton dress. I was a mess as his kissing and sucking gave way to hard biting. Hard enough to draw blood. I felt it slide down my neck and into the grass where it blossomed and flourished along with my other fluids. We were grass feeding the grass.

Quickly, he pulled my panties to the side, and shucked off his pants. I was powerless to get away. He was so much bigger and stronger than me. I watched as he removed his underwear, freeing his massive cock. No, no, no, no, I think I was babbling as he returned to his previous position over me and lined himself up with my slick entrance. I screamed as he forced himself inside of me in one quick motion, almost effortlessly as I was so ready.

“Ohh fuck.” He moaned as he stilled, waiting for me to accommodate the rest of him. I was crying and whimpering louder now. He was impossibly big as he split me in half, and it hurt as much as it felt good.

“I know. I know. I’m so big.” He whispered mockingly into my ear as my whimpers turned to moans, and he started rocking his hips into me. “You’ll have no trouble pushing this baby out once I get done with you, Sweetheart.”

I screamed. He wasn’t Travis, and he wasn’t the father of my baby, making this all the more twisted.

“Don’t cry pretty girl. You want this. The grass wants this.” His hands explored my body as he sped up the pace of his hips meeting mine. The pain was giving way to pleasure.

“Get off of me.” I said one last time while looking up at him. I didn’t sound very convincing. Ross’ gaze hadn’t left me this entire time, watching as my body moved with his. His eyes seemed to light up with fiery arousal at my pleas.

“Feel it, Darlin’. Let yourself feel it.”

“Nooo,” I screamed again, but felt a familiar burning inside my core as my orgasm built.

“Yes that’s it. I can feel how much you love this. Can you feel how much the grass loves this?”

With my release climbing, the grass had stood taller, and seemed to chant like a low chorus. I could suddenly feel a million eyes on me. They were watching and began to vibrate and pulse with our bodies. Their music rose from the low chant to a higher pitched song. Their voices seemed to build in time with my body. I moaned and writhed, urging myself not to come on my rapist’s cock, as he watched on in complete bliss.

“They’re all watching you. Come, and let us fertilize the grass,” Ross said through labored breaths. He was getting close too, as his movements were becoming sloppily love drunk. “Come on my cock, Darlin’.”

The last part came out as a growl as his big, strong hands wrapped around my throat, effectively cutting off my breathing. His muscles flexed as he did, and that was all it took for my pathetic cunt to begin spasming around his insanely large cock. The sounds I made in the process were as inhuman as the grass chorus. Their sound had risen and reached a crescendo.

Then it was like the earth stood still for a second, and it was beautiful. A single tear rolled down my cheek as his hands suddenly crushed my windpipe. My eyes went wide, and he smiled that wicked smile and came inside of me with one last thrust.

I was dead in an instant, but he stayed there a while longer just stroking my hair. I was his eternally. I would soon return from the grass I died in. And he would be ready for me again.

TAGLIST: @sthefany16

I will write more Patrick Wilson character x reader smut. I’ve always loved him in Insidious and the Conjuring, and I just recently watched the Watchmen and boy do I have ideas.

#patrick wilson #in the tall grass #stephen king #Joe hill #dark fic #smut #dilf #ross x reader #patrick wilson x reader #the conjuring #insidious #aquaman #watchman

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abbyreedus · 23 days

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I don’t think y’all understand how much I LIVE in anticipation for the Bikeriders movie. I’ve seen the trailer a million times at this point. I’m currently trying to find a slutty outfit to wear to the movie as if Norman can see me through the screen.🫠🫠😗

#norman reedus #the bikeriders #funny sonny #slut for Sonny #sonny barger #hells angels #daryl dixon #daddy #the walking dead #im so normal #i swear

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abbyreedus · 24 days

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THIS IS SO CUTE😍😍

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

biker!daryl dixon x reader

“c’mon, hun” daryl caressed your arm as he walked passed you and towards his bike. your eyes followed him as you turned around only to see him turn on the engine. “let’s get outta here” he said waiting for you and with an excited little smile, you walked to him. his protective gaze never leaving you as the soft touch of your hand laid on his shoulder and you sat down behind him ready for the wild ride.

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abbyreedus · 30 days

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in case u were wondering my account is a safe space for evil and sinister women

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abbyreedus · 1 month

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I LOLED

fanfic titles be like “we have not touched the stars (nor are we forgiven)” and then you look at the tags & the first one is “anal fisting”

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abbyreedus · 1 month

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Save a Prayer

Sonny x Prostitute! Fem reader

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

Word count: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was the understatement of the century.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No sir.” he corrected.

“No sir.”

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

“You like that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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