#I WANNA HATEFUCK HIM SO BAD

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[gutsby]

Walker Bait

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: An unforeseen foray into a sex shop leaves you and Daryl trapped between a plastic cock and a hard place as a herd of walkers closes in. Angry sex ensues.

Warnings: NSFW. Protected p-in-v. Oral (m!receiving). Hatefucking, facefucking, and lots of dirty talk, leaning heavy on the “enemies” in the enemies-to-lovers trope. Mentions of a variety of sex toys and other filthy materials, including a blueberry-flavored condom and a walker wearing nipple clamps. 6.5k words.

“All ya gotta do is suck it.”

You were eye-level with the length of it now, all but staring down the barrel of the gun, so to speak. You wetted your lips, shifted uncomfortably on your knees. Then, almost reluctantly, you looked up at Daryl.

“What if it gets in my mouth?”

“It won’t.”

Daryl gripped the base of it with a sturdy hand and guided it closer to your mouth. You made a face as if to recoil, but Daryl was adamant. Insistent. One more false start and he’d probably just shove the thing down your throat. A man of many virtues he may have been, but patience was not among them.

“If I’d known you’d take this long I would’ve done it myself,” he scoffed.

You had just begun parting your lips to allow him entry, but on hearing this, you forced them shut, frowned, and opened them again just to retort:

“Why don’t you, then?! You wanna suck this shit so bad, be my guest.” You were already wobbling back onto your feet, wiping the dirt off your jeans and watching Daryl’s face turn even redder.

“‘Cause I’m teachin’ you, dipshit,” he snapped, “Can’t even tie yer fuckin’ shoes, but I figured ya maybe could siphon gas this once. My bad.”

And there it was: smug, shitstain Daryl ready to jump down your throat with another show of superiority. You couldn’t track, couldn’t forage, couldn’t hunt, couldn’t suck the gasoline out of a car or even put the hose in your mouth. You were useless in his eyes, and he was never shy to make sure you knew it. He looked you over once and hardly seemed to see you at all—just narrowed his eyes and flung the plastic tube in your direction.

Because Rick and all the rest of them were home, and you were here, scoping out the remnants of a seedy one stoplight town miles away, Daryl felt far more at liberty to act like a dick. He would’ve rather anyone been by his side but you, and he let you know as much, but somehow, in some sick and absurd twist of fate, you had been obliged to tag along. You sensed it was because you were the newest addition to Alexandria. And, quite frankly, because you sucked at every other task you’d been given, sucking gas out of cars was all that was left for you to do.

So easy a walker with a dislodged jaw could’ve done it. But you couldn’t. And Daryl despised you for it.

“Figure it out,” he muttered, turning on his heels to stalk off.

You weren’t sure if it was the irate glint in his eyes or the air of condescension in his tone, but you were floored. He’d made two, maybe three steps in the opposite direction when he felt something strike the black leather on his back. He turned again, dropped his gaze to the ground, and saw the plastic hose at his feet. When he looked back up, you were quick to trail behind, stomping past him without a second glance.

“Suck it yourself, asshole.” And you couldn’t help it; you gave him the finger over your shoulder.

You didn’t need eyes in the back of your head to see the rancid, sullen scowl plastered flat across Daryl’s face. Didn’t need ultrasonic hearing to catch him curse beneath his breath and kick something at his feet. You just kept walking in the other direction and hoped with everything you had he wouldn’t follow.

When you’d made it a ways down the street and Daryl hadn’t bothered to chase after you, you breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could raid the mini mart and loot canned foods to his heart’s content or prove himself useful in fifty other ways, and you could just explore.

From the looks of it, you were at the heart of this defunct podunk town and had virtually every amenity at your fingertips.

A barbershop on your right and a dive bar on your left, two boutiques with their windows all busted in, an unsightly patch of grass that once passed as a park, and one lone Texaco, almost treacherous in the light of day as it stood without a single car stationed at its pumps. “NO WAY OUT” emblazoned on a makeshift placard and half a dozen bodies littering the sidewalk before you.

Nothing quite like that small town Southern charm.

Against your better judgment, you went fishing in your back pocket for a few familiar friends to lift your spirits. First, the near-spent package of Virginia Slims, then the lighter, then your Walkman and headphones. An admittedly lethal combination for any would-be survivor of the apocalypse—limiting your hearing and crippling your lungs was no way to live in a world like this, Carol always warned before she snatched both culprits from your hands—but you didn’t care today. You were most of the way down the street and turning down a side avenue; if any walkers were in the vicinity, you figured you would’ve heard them moaning and groaning and dragging their boney asses behind you long before. By all appearances, you and Daryl were totally alone.

You thumbed one miniature flame into view and brought it close to the cigarette you had clamped between your teeth. Then you deposited the lighter back in your pocket, snapped your headset over your ears, and fiddled with the portable cassette player until the strains of some archaic Molly Hatchet tune went spiraling in your ears—“Bounty Hunter,” by the sounds of it.

You were walking at an easy pace now. Took a left off Main and strolled quietly onto Sheppard Street, careful to dodge every bottle, beer can, and rotting body you could. You took a drag and ogled some of the saddest storefronts you’d ever seen. Windows all blown to bits and insides looking like shit as every place appeared to be looted.

It wasn’t until you’d walked a little longer and made your way past the epicenter of the havoc that you saw any spot worth looking at. Where it seemed every other place for food, clothes, firearms, or frozen yogurt along this stretch of road was ransacked and dilapidated, you noticed one building that wasn’t.

In fact, it stopped you dead in your tracks and warranted a triple take to ensure you were seeing things properly the first time you saw it. Blinking with disbelief in the face of this scorching Georgia heat, came your first, unfathomable, ‘What the fuck?’

Juicy Peach Pleasure Shop—Take a bite inside!

There were some sick, twisted people in this world before the turn, that was for sure.

You made a beeline for the entrance.

Admittedly, you’d seen your fair share of funky ass sex shops in your day, but this one took the cake. All shuttered up and seemingly untouched since the world first went to shit—because who in their right mind was robbing a pocket pussy emporium in the midst of the apocalypse?—the store was in surprisingly pristine condition.

The inside was probably tiny and grimy and crawling with walkers—but it was also now your only hope to make yourself useful to the Alexandria community, you thought.

You quickly came to realize that this store would allow you to supply a truckload of sex toys and offer every adult back home the opportunity at a kinkier recreational outlet. With a stockpile of vibrators, ball gags, and anal beads alike, you could finally show them you were good for something. Maybe even worth keeping around, in spite of your subpar siphoning skills and the fact that you’d scared off nearly every animal Daryl attempted to hunt.

You’d be a Juicy Peach pioneer, and one that was likely to meet with tremendous success, if you could just…get the damn door open.

You gave the handle several violent shakes and thrust your body against the door, to no avail.

The sun’s rays were relentless on your back and already bringing a sheen of sweat to your skin, try as you might to keep your cool. You fooled around a few more seconds with the knob, found it hopelessly stuck in its position, and were about ready to abandon the task altogether when you felt the glass begin to give way. Instead of pushing the door, all you had to do was pull it open.

If you were around anyone else but yourself and the dead, you probably would’ve blushed. Would’ve taken a peek at your surroundings, perhaps lifted one half of your headset off your ears and tried to listen to see if anyone had heard. But no, you forged ahead, as careless and oblivious as you were engrossed in the present song’s guitar solo.

Should you have bothered to do either, you likely would’ve heard a set of feet sprinting in your direction and seen someone reaching for you in a hurry. Would’ve caught a glimpse of the stranger’s left hand before it clamped over your mouth or the right as it closed around your own on the door handle and yanked it back. The next thing you knew, you were being hauled inside and held tight against someone’s body, all but immobile in their grip and struggling to gasp for air.

Then a breath, hot on your ear as the person pulled you closer:

“Herd. Don’t move.”

You tensed in Daryl’s arms and watched the scene unfold before you. Just outside the store’s boarded windows, a super-sized group of geeks began to descend on the street where you’d just been standing. Seeing them shuffle, stumble, groan, and hiss their way down, you shuddered to think you hadn’t heard them at all—and would have been overrun in a minute if Daryl hadn’t intervened just then.

The man’s hand remained glued to your mouth, sensing you might shriek as you watched the horde grow in size.

Slowly, he backed you away from the door and started looking around.

“Daryl, I—” you began in a whisper, turning around to face him.

Before you could continue, a half-rotted corpse rose from the floor a few feet away and started toward you and Daryl. You fought your first inclination to scream, remembering your current predicament, and opted instead for a frantic, furious wave of your arm as you pointed behind Daryl.

The man leveled his crossbow in a blink and had a bolt lodged in the walker’s skull even faster. You watched the body crumple to the ground, just before another one of its companions came rounding the corner.

This time, Daryl slipped his dagger from the sheath on his belt and in a single, swift maneuver, drove the blade through the walker’s temple. You watched with widened, paralyzed eyes as this one, too, dropped fast to the floor. But when it did, you still couldn’t bring yourself to displace your gaze, for something bizarre had snagged your attention.

“What in the everliving fuck is tha’?” Daryl breathed, eyes stuck to the same sight as yours.

That rank, decayed biter had a pair of nipple clamps fastened to its chest.

Just as your mind raced to furnish the man with an answer, Daryl took a sweeping look around the place and scrunched his nose.

“Is this—”

“Daryl, I can explain—”

You watched the anger flare in his eyes as he turned.

“You got us trapped in a sex shop?” Daryl snarled.

Though neither of you were in a position to speak too far above a whisper with the walkers outside, it was painfully obvious that your partner was yearning to yell in your face. In an instant, he got within an inch of it and stood towering over you, seething between gritted teeth:

“Risked our lives for a fuckin’ vibrator?”

“How was I supposed to know?” you whispered back, gesturing wildly to the window behind you.

Daryl’s fingers curled into fists, and for a second it seemed like one was primed to strike the nearest surface, but he stopped. Unclenched his hands and simply glared down at you.

“Ain’t you a peach,” he muttered, low and slow, “Ain’t you a goddamn useless little peach, huh?”

He took off in the other direction, probably in search of a back exit.

You stood and silently scolded yourself for feeling even the slightest inkling of arousal at the last, sarcasm-soaked insult. What the hell was wrong with you?

You hung back another minute or so and weren’t surprised in the least when you heard Daryl groan out loud, coming to find the back door barricaded all the way to the ceiling.

“Sonovabitch!”

Taking one, apprehensive look out the window, you observed the herd hadn’t budged. They were moving and milling about, to be sure, but the bulk of them hadn’t wavered from the shop’s front stoop, leaving you and Daryl prisoners within these four walls.

You flinched when one of the walkers bumped its near-fleshless head against the glass. Silently, warily, you backed away and hoped it wouldn’t stray any further.

At length, none of them did.

Nearly an hour had passed before you could tear yourself away from the window, watching each doe-eyed, groaning monster outside like your life depended on it. Then Daryl came staggering back, all but drenched in sweat and slashed every which way down his arms. He’d been prying whatever stuff he could get from the exit, only to find that the door itself had been boarded up and jammed shut. The herd hadn’t stirred.

Daryl had barely been able to look at you when he demanded you start looking—for batteries, rope, whatever the hell you could find in this “depraved place.” You’d gone searching without another word, and the pair of you had been radio silent ever since. Combing over aisles of porn flicks and cock pumps and pretending like this wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing either of you had ever had to do.

When the opportunity to slip somewhere else first presented itself, you took it.

Toward the back of the store, you found a set of changing rooms. All cluttered with boxes and other junk but nevertheless a potential treasure trove for supplies. You eased your way in.

To your relief, there were only two half-rotted walkers making their rounds amongst the wreckage. You knifed them both and went calmly about your business.

And for awhile, it was just that—business. You were ecstatic to find two pairs of boxcutters, a dozen rolls of tape, and more rope than you knew what to do with. You had loaded your arms chock-full of finds, were just about to step outside to show Daryl, when a clothes rack caught your eye.

You turned your head and stopped to take in the sight.

On a single, flimsy hanger at the center of the shelf, there dangled a baby pink lace lingerie set.

You hadn’t seen anything that tantalizing, lithe, and sheer in a long, long time. You were practically drawn to it, feeling your feet shuffle clumsily in its direction and your arms drop every last item they held. Surely, then, you embodied everything a Victoria’s Secret salesman could’ve dreamed—so singularly focused on that stupid piece of clothing that you were literally stepping over dead bodies to get there.

If Daryl could see you then, he’d probably slap you upside the head.

“This ain’t a fashion show, sweetheart, we got the dead beatin’ down our front door!” You could almost hear him now.

Almost. Any hypothetical harangue from your supply run partner and every other pressing concern, it seemed, was lost on you now. All you knew was lace embroidery and plunging necklines, satin fabrics and fuck-me mesh open gussets.

You were clothed in the garment quicker than you could say, ‘Bad idea.’ You did a spin in the mirror.

A thousand dumb ideas danced before your mind’s eye as you placed your hands on your hips, moved your shoulders in sync, gave your ass a little shake. It was ridiculous, but you just hadn’t thought of yourself that way in so long; it was like you were staring at a brand new reflection. Years in a noxious, nightmarish world like the one you currently inhabited would do that. Turn a person into a bloodless stoic, so focused on the means of survival that they couldn’t even say a simple—

“What the fuck?!”

Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw Daryl’s form appear in the corner of the mirror. You quickly covered your tits and turned back to look at him.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Daryl, I—”

“You off yer fuckin’ rocker or sumn’?” Daryl spat, striding right over to you, “We got a whole pack of walkers champin’ at the bit to get us outside, and yer in here playin’ dress up?!”

Daryl clenched his jaw and shoved the clothes rack to the side, sending it tumbling over the two dead walkers with a crash. You hugged your arms to your chest even tighter.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, to try and apologize once more, Daryl shoved a thick, angry finger in your face.

“If you go and get yer dumbass devoured by a dildo-wielding geek, tha’s on you. I ain’t fuckin’ comin’ ta save ya no more.”

Damn if the man didn’t have a way with words, even when he was fuming out the ears.

You glanced down and immediately wished you hadn’t. Or had, sooner. Your blue-eyed nemesis was currently sporting the largest hard-on you thought you’d ever seen.

Daryl looked down too and seemed only to grow in his anger, if that were even possible, as it appeared he was infuriated at the sight below him. Enraged with his own erection.

You almost would’ve found this predicament amusing if you weren’t still afraid Daryl might throw you over his shoulder and feed you to the herd outside. Deciding to play it safe, you kept your mouth shut and stood with your hands clasped in front of you. Eyed the outline of his dick only once. Okay, maybe twice.

When your eyes traveled back up to his face in a nervous gaze, you found that Daryl was glaring at you. A hand hovered uncertainly above his belt buckle.

“Fuck it.” You heard him say under his breath before suddenly reaching for you.

Your whole body tensed in his calloused hands as he shoved you toward the door, gripping your wrists behind your back and thrusting you ahead.

You dug your heels into the floor, uselessly, trying to stop your vicious path past the changing rooms and into the store. Your eyes widened as you saw an even larger horde amassed beyond the front door, and for several, fleeting seconds you seriously thought that Daryl might throw you out there.

“Daryl, please,” you wailed, thrashing against him, “I didn’t mean it, I was being stupid—you don’t have to do this!”

At the center of the store, Daryl stopped. Spun you around shortly to face him.

“What?”

“Don’t feed me to the herd, please, I’m begging you.” Your stomach clenched with fear.

Daryl’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly. If you weren’t so goddamn terrified, you would’ve detected that tiny change was in fact amusement.

“‘M not gon’ feed you to the walkers, girl,” he grunted, all matter-of-fact. Then, just as calmly, “‘M gonna fuck you over this counter.”

Oh.

It seemed your World War Z nightmare-fantasy had taken a pornographic turn. The meaning of his words hardly registered in your brain before he shuttled you off to the cashier’s counter at the front of the store. Before you knew it, you were lying flat on a cold, glass surface and staring straight out into a sea of undead faces a few yards ahead. You swallowed.

You flinched with another grating sensation, this time at your wrists.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Daryl binding your hands together behind your back. Where he had obtained the black BDSM rope in the time it had taken him to bring you here was beyond you.

“Not to be a Debbie Downer here or anything, but isn’t this...kind of…dangerous?” you asked, jerking your head in the direction of the walkers outside the window.

“Don’t care.” Daryl pulled the rope even tighter.

“But they can hear us if they’re right outside.”

From your vantage point, it seemed Daryl was ready to yank your hair and pound you senseless. Instead, he smiled. Gave your ass a light pat.

“Then you’d be wise to keep tha’ pretty mouth of yours shut while I’m fuckin’ ya, sunshine.”

Daryl pressed one quick kiss on your shoulder before bounding off in the other direction. You shimmied helplessly against your restraints as you tried to flip yourself over.

“You’re sick, Dixon. You’re a sick son of a bitch, I hope you know that,” you whisper-shouted after him. You doubt he heard you but had a sneaking suspicion he’d already seen the soaked-through spot between your legs to disprove it even if he had. You pressed your head to the counter and cursed your primal instincts for turning your lower half into an uncomely mess every time a man twice your age said something mean to you.

You would’ve liked to have leaned back—or, rather, forward—and said a big ‘fuck you’ to Molly Hatchet as well for getting you into this bind in the first place, were it not for the sound of Daryl’s footsteps returning.

“Listen, I learned my lesson, Dar. If you could just untie me, we would be a lot better off figuring out a way to escape this place than—”

You yelped as something smacked your ass. It wasn’t Daryl’s hand.

“Ouch!” You strained against the rope once more, only succeeding in wiggling your ass before Daryl’s pleasantly occupied eyes.

“C’mon now, it ain’t tha’ bad, honey. Stuff’s meant to feel good,” he chided. Another strike on your ass check punctuated his words.

He was right; it didn’t really hurt. Just felt strange, all bent over and exposed before him like that. You glanced back and saw the crop in his hands, the smug look on his face, and for a second, you did feel a twinge of pleasure as you imagined him doing much more.

You whimpered when he spanked you again—this time, with the flattened palm of his hand.

“Better?” Daryl quipped, grinning.

The second you nodded your head, you heard the sound of the crop clatter to the floor behind you. Daryl swiftly took your ass in both hands and started kneading the skin. Really digging his fingers into the flesh and sending shockwaves trembling all through your body.

“Rick’s the only reason yer here, y’know,” Daryl said behind you. You yelped when he smacked your ass again, and you curled your toes into the linoleum below.

The man rubbed the spot as soon as he’d struck it, palming your skin like it was the softest, smoothest thing he’d ever felt.

“Thinks you’d be an asset.” Another slap on your rear.

“I told him he don’t know wha’ the fuck he’s talkin’ ‘bout. Said you were ‘bout as useful as a one-legged man in an ass-kickin’ contest.”

You fought back a chuckle. That was pretty good.

And when he spanked your ass another time, the sting didn’t hurt as much. You propped your chin on the surface beneath you, pursed your lips, and actually suppressed the threat of a moan.

“I said ya were a liability,” Daryl continued, “Didn’t know no fuckin’ manners neither.”

At that, you were tempted to speak, almost wanting to defend yourself against his baseless accusations. But Daryl stopped that from happening, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and arched your back up to meet his face, half-standing.

“I think ya need me ta teach ya some manners, how ‘bout tha’?” he growled in your ear.

If the warmth pooling between your legs couldn’t answer for you, you decided words would have to do. You nodded and said, “Uh-huh.”

Daryl threw you back onto the counter and gave your ass another brutal smack.

“‘Uh-huh’ don’t sound too polite to me, sugar,” he said sharply, cruelly. He didn’t soothe your backside with the pulse of his fingers and stood back from you instead.

“Yes...y-yes sir,” you stammered out, legs trembling underneath you.

Your feet were slightly raised, all but standing on tip-toes to keep your body propped up against the counter, and you were suddenly aware that your cunt was plainly exposed. The open gusset in your lacy attire seemed to have spread even further, swelling with the size of your now-engorged folds and probably displaying yourself to Daryl in all the worst ways.

The man groaned behind you.

You sensed some fabric shuffle, the clink of a belt come undone, and finally a tongue—pressed flat against you and licking a stripe up your oozing heat.

You shuddered forward on the tabletop and let out a lewd-sounding squeal. Your eyes widened at the sight ahead of you as you swore you could’ve seen a walker turn their rotted head in your direction outside. Daryl clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Now tha’s— what we’re not gonna do,” he whispered through gritted teeth, “We’re not gonna make one fuckin’ sound so the geeks out there can stay right where they are. Ya hear me?”

Daryl’s hand moved to your throat and pinched it in a vicious grip when you didn’t answer him.

“Ya hear me?”

You managed one strangled ‘Yes sir’ and left your lips parted as Daryl placed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on them. He stepped back again.

You heard some other quiet stirrings behind you as Daryl fiddled with something above your back. Frankly, you were already too lust-struck and cum-hungry to care, breathing out in soft, gentle puffs of air as you tried to rein in your reeling mind. You watched the walkers for a minute, tried to ground yourself in the unsavory reality all around you—the precarious position you were currently standing in, as one stray stumble of one of those undead shitheads might veritably mean the end of you and Daryl’s lives as you knew it—and you sighed. Scanned your eyes across the sea of wretched, fleshy heads and wanted to hurl.

At present, Daryl stroked your lower back with the tips of his fingers.

“Y’know, it’s been real tough ta find anything useful here,” he mused aloud, running his touch over your skin and sending a flurry of goosebumps in its path, “Ain’t nothin’ worth keepin’ here, really—‘cept maybe some dirty magazines.”

You internally rolled your eyes. Good for you, Daryl.

Then he lifted his hand and dragged it down a little further, causing you to clench your legs and snag your bottom lip between your teeth.

“But I got curious, see…” Daryl’s forefinger followed the contour of your ass and slid down between your cheeks, traveling lazily ‘til he reached your aching core. He sank that same finger deep between your folds and circled around in your heat, eliciting a strained whimper above as he gathered your juices.

“Daryl—” you whined.

“Don’t interrupt,” Daryl growled, slapping your pussy.

You winced and let out the smallest of moans. Daryl smirked.

“I found some stuff,” he resumed, “Might actually make this little trip worthwhile.”

You panted in your current position, hardly hearing a word he said.

When he lifted something else to your heat, you did quickly sense that his wasn’t any part of his hand, or even his cock. You squirmed in place but didn’t speak.

“Found batteries,” Daryl declared, as though it were the grandest discovery he’d ever made.

“Ya know what batteries are good for, darlin’?” You could almost hear the grin in his voice.

Before you could answer, you felt a fierce pulse at your center. A tremor, a throb, an artificial oscillation.

A vibration.

You moaned.

Daryl twirled the tip of a pink vibrator against your clit and pressed.

So overcome with that raw, potent jolt, you couldn’t help it when you cried, “Fuck, Daryl!”

Daryl didn’t cover your mouth, but he did withdraw the device from your slit for a moment, just to whisper in your ear to shut. the fuck. up. The two of you ogled the swarm of walkers once more and stood in muted suspense. Waiting for one to turn toward the glass.

Not a single set of eyes drifted in your direction.

Bent over you with a buzzing vibrator at your core, Daryl couldn’t deny the rush was...addictive. He pushed the thing a little deeper and smiled when you stifled a moan.

“Ya might’ve been right comin’ all the way out here after all,” Daryl teased, “This shit’s way more fun than suckin’ gas, don’t ya think?”

You buried your face in the glass and wanted to scream when Daryl’s fingers started sliding in and out of your hole.

You were being so good, not making a sound, eyes all but welled up with tears at the pleasure that was coursing through your body. Daryl rubbed your back with his other hand and seemed to be treating you a little gentler now.

“Aw, tha’s my girl,” he said, words ripe with condescension. He traced his palm up the length of your spine and kept fingering you quietly. You barely even noticed that the vibrator was designed to hook inside you, still punishing your clit as it quivered away at the sensitive spot within your walls.

“Who woulda thought all it would take ta shake that disobedience away was a couple’a fingers in yer cunt and a stupid little toy.”

You were far too close to your release to give a shit about his patronizing speech; you bucked your hips against his hand, his front, and gritted your teeth as a tender bubble of pleasure grew deep within your belly. Then, to your surprise, you felt Daryl clasp your fingers while they were still knotted with rope behind you and squeezed them.

“Tha’s a good girl. Cum all over me, make tha’ pussy feel nice f’me, c’mon.”

You followed his command in short order and released all over his hand, humping his fingers and humming through a muffled shriek as you came.

Daryl beamed with pride and hardly had it in him to look away, notwithstanding the growing throng of walkers close ahead of you. He uncurled his fingers, slid them out, and took a nice, long taste of his hand while he watched you writhe underneath him.

“Take it out!” you hissed, thrashing against the vibrator still buzzing within you, “Take it out, take it out, take it out!”

In truth, you’d never felt so fucking good in your life. You surprised yourself when you stood there another couple seconds and came again, clenching repeatedly over the tiny pink toy and groaning into the condensation-dampened glass.

“FUCK!” you screamed, this time with no hint of restraint.

Daryl’s eyes bulged out of his head, and he yanked the thing out of you. Gaze darting to the window in a petrified look.

One walker paused in place and craned its neck with the slowest of motions. It stared blankly at the window before it but didn’t move. Daryl saw its mouth open and close, wheezing something violent, and stared another few seconds before shuffling back to its previous path. Daryl closed his eyes.

“What did I say about—” he started to whisper down to you, but you cut him short,

“We need a safe word or something, Daryl. This is too fuckin’ risky.”

You were right about that. Daryl straightened up and tucked the vibrator in his pocket, before wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Yeah? How ‘bout ‘Walker Bait’?” he muttered, rubbing his face.

Then he was fumbling with the rope around your wrists and loosening it up. His heart was still thudding in his chest, scared half to death with the narrow miss you’d just had, though he didn’t want you to see it. He turned around as soon as you’d gotten free.

“Fine by me,” you grumbled back.

You watched Daryl disappear down a random aisle and felt obliged to cross your arms over your chest, pivoting back to the walkers with a wary gaze.

And, just when you started to wander back into the recesses of your mind, watching the swarm grow thicker and thicker and starting to doubt you’d ever escape this nightmare, you felt Daryl’s hands on you again. Squeezing your hips and turning you to face him.

“Jump,” he ordered.

You did as he said and locked your legs around his waist, welcomed by the familiar feeling of the counter behind you as Daryl pressed your bodies into it. He half-braced you against it, half-held you in his arms as he fingered something small and delicate beneath you.

Your smile widened at the sight of a condom wrapper being torn in two, and grew even bigger when you caught a glimpse of the rubber itself.

It was bright blue and littered with ridges. You laughed.

“The hell is that, Dixon?” you asked, bringing a hand to your mouth to muffle your amusement.

Daryl gingerly dragged the cobalt-colored condom over his length and made a face.

“Ain’t a single damn rubber here for normal people,” he grunted, “This one’s fuckin’ blueberry flavored.”

At the last, neither of you could contain your laughter as you both stared down at the bizarre blue condom stretching over Daryl’s cock. You scooted forward just a little.

“Never a dull moment with you, is there, Dar?” you said as you pushed his chest lightly. Telling him to step back so you could hop down and sink to the floor in front of him.

Daryl sucked in a breath as you took his shaft in your hands. He slapped a hand on the countertop and squeezed when your tongue darted past your lips.

Surely he couldn’t get a fruit-flavored condom and not expect you to give it a taste.

With the base of his cock between your fingers, you licked a long, wide line up his dick and moaned.

“Doesn’t taste much like blueberries,” you hummed, feigning disappointment as you gazed up at Daryl. He gripped the counter even harder and gritted his teeth to suppress a groan.

Regardless of the unsavory artificial flavor, you took the head of his cock between your lips and sucked. Bobbed your head up and down over his length as though trying to get a real mouthful of those so-called berry juices. You found yourself sorely dissatisfied with the taste but more than compensated for this loss in the form of Daryl’s throaty moans above you. It seemed he was letting loose on the restraints to keep quiet and finally gripping your hair, rutting into your mouth.

“Ah, honey, tha’s’it. Tha’s a good little slut,” he panted as he pushed you further down on his cock.

You tried not to gag when he grazed the back of your throat but couldn’t control the reflex. Daryl groaned even louder above you.

In a second, you were plucked off his bright blue boner and taken back into his arms, then shoved on the surface behind you.

“I ain’ fuckin’ waitin’ no more. Ya done achin’ for daddy’s cock?”

You nodded that you were. You readily accepted Daryl’s lips on your own and his tongue pushed deep in your mouth as he showered you with a string of sloppy kisses. Shifted you in his arms almost viciously, frantically, before bringing you down on his cock.

The second you were fully impaled on him, the two of you groaned. You bucked your hips and he rutted his, bouncing you up and down again and again with no time at all to adjust to his size.

All that could be heard in the deserted store was the sounds of your skin slapping against one another, punctuated every now and then with strangled moans and stifled whimpers. You steadied your hands on either one of his shoulders and stared, deeply, in Daryl’s half-hooded eyes. He panted out a breathy sigh as you clenched around him.

“Tha’s right, girl, fuckin’ take it. Take this fuckin’ cock like it’s yours,” he growled.

“It is mine, Daryl,” you bit back, grinding even harder, “Tell me it’s mine.”

Daryl’s jaw seemed to slacken just a bit, evidently aroused by the sound of you talking so dirty to him. In a blink, he was digging his nails in your sides and saying,

“It’s yours, baby. All fuckin’ yours.”

If someone had told you at the start of the day that this was how your dreaded supply run with Daryl would go, you wouldn’t have believed them. As your once-despised partner drilled you even deeper and caught your lips in a frenzied kiss, you still almost couldn’t comprehend it now. You bounced, and you writhed, and you rolled your desperate hips against him, but how in the fuck did this happen?

The moment Daryl dropped his thumb to your clit, you decided you didn’t care.

Your walls hugged him even tighter as he drew loose circles all over your swollen nub, and your head fell back. Daryl held you even tighter.

“Gonna cum again f’me? Gonna cum all over this cock?” he goaded you as your heels dug deep in his lower back.

All you could do was nod again—bring your lazy, fucked-out gaze back to Daryl and murmur in what hardly felt like words to you at all:

“Y-yes, daddy, yes.”

Daryl smiled at the sound of that word on your lips and thrusted his hips even harder, fucking you fast to build the friction on your sensitive, trembling walls.

That, paired with the flick of his thumb on your clit and the narrowing eyes holding you tight to his gaze—wordlessly coaxing you to cum for him now, make daddy proud—sent your senses spiraling into ecstasy. You released all over Daryl’s fat, throbbing cock and gripped him harder than you ever had before.

Before another scream could escape your lips, Daryl yanked you closer for a kiss and attempted to swallow every sound as his own orgasm surged inside him. You felt the man move both hands to your sides, seize them, and all but crush the bones beneath his fingers as he fucked you hard against the counter. He shot his load in the condom and groaned against your mouth.

Two former enemies, fucked out like a couple of crazed fools, stayed glued in place and blinked back at one other like you hardly understood what had just happened. Grinning nonetheless.

As Daryl leaned in for one last kiss, the pair of you froze—something rapped against the window.

The two of you turned and almost swore you could’ve felt your stomachs fall to the floor.

The herd of walkers outside, seemingly doubled in size, now stood at full attention at the storefront. Every undead, rotted head turned straight to face you.

They looked real fucking hungry.

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #smut #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon one shot #twd imagine

[loolingz]

— character: shidou ryusei  x readerㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsmut skit

warning ; public area sex, hatefuck. minors dni (17+ only)

you haven’t seen him since he left blue lock.

but you knew he was still alive. you knew he managed to do the impossible- to leave with his heart still beating. to leave with blood still pumping through his veins. and with a sense of morals to stick by. at first, it was just whispers here and there. rumors around your office. but then it was open and blatant conversations. sighting. images. and suddenly, shidou ryusei was no longer the ghost you thought he’d be. suddenly, he’s just a man standing in front of you on a crowded street. smiling at you as if you were old friends before asking if you wanted to spend some time with him.

you weren’t quite sure how to feel about that. and even now, as you stand facing the brick walls of some random alleyway, with your panties pulled down to your ankles and his dick lining up with your pussy from behind…

“fuck!”

…you’re still not sure how to feel about seeing him after all this time.

you can’t help the deep breaths that escape you as he pushes inside of your cunt. thankfully, he moves slowly as he sinks more and more of his cock into your pulsating hole. but from the get-go, he was determined to get his fill. to treat you as a warm body with an even warmer pussy just for him to enjoy. even if that means pressing himself flush against your back. crowding you between his body and a barrier. as if he didn’t want anyone to see you like this. as if he wanted you all to himself. at least, that’s what you’re trying not to tell yourself.

“god , what a foul mouth you have. all that noise just for a couple of inches of dick, huh?” he but purrs into your ear. his breath is so warm as it fans over your skin. the brush of his long hair against your neck has your body sending shivers down your spine, you can almost hear the way he smirks at your reactions. but you can imagine it perfectly. that stupid, knowing, cocky grin on his face as he presses you harder against the wall. you can picture it so well it feels like he never left. and you hate it. “Be careful now. I might just fall in love with you again. we don’t want that, do we? ”

you hate it, you hate it,  you hate him.

but he doesn’t give you time to hate the feeling that he gives you. because no sooner than the words leave his mouth, he’s pulling halfway out. you’re moaning at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls as he makes his exit. but a second later, he’s hands are creating bruises around your waist as his hips snap back into yours. it causes you to gasp as he somehow manages to hit a spot deep inside of you that makes it hard to think about anything else except for the feeling of him pulling out once more. just to snap his back in again. and again.  and again.

the emotion that hits you the hardest is pleasure. it’s a natural response. a human response. but it’s a response that has you going cross-eyed and drooling, and you brace yourself against the wall. a response that has you getting way louder than you should be for being fucked so sloppily in a public place. a response that your body grows warm with a mixture of lust and embarrassment. lust because you like what you feel. and you like it a lot. but embarrassment because you despise the man who’s making you feel this way.

and that you wished he had done this sooner.

“you wanna know what I think?” he muses as his warm palm leaves its place on your waist and lays flat against your lower stomach almost possessively.“I think you haven’t had anyone in here in a long time. didn’t change since high school now, did you?”

it’s with a half-working brain that you realize he’s back to talking again with that velvety finish to everything he says. back to speaking his mind like he always did. at the wrong times. to the wrong people. but is it so wrong that you just wished he could go back to shutting up? is it so bad that you just want him to go back to grunting curses and promises against your skin as you two become closer than you’ve ever been before? no, it couldn’t be wrong. but you never liked him. you never did. that’s what you always told yourself, even if your body reacted differently. even if your thoughts disagreed with you, only thinking of his devilish grin and him in general. so what’s wrong with wanting nothing more than a warm body to get your fill? that’s all he wanted from you.

“at least, i don’t think you’ve had anyone good in here. am i correct?” 

and that’s all you wanted from him. at least, at the moment.

“ fuck …fuck you shidou,” your words are coming out in slurs as he speeds up his pace. but you curse his name all the same because fuck him. you hate him. you hate everything about him. the way he looks. the way he talks. the way he carelessly would start fights. the way he was able to walk away from you for soccer. the way that he was right about the fact that you haven’t had a good fuck in what must have been months. you hate- no you despise, you loathe it all. “just… f-fuck…fuck you…shidou.”

“ryusei, doll. ryusei. i’m not the senior you adored anymore as a junior. remember that.” but he’s quick to quip back with something so stupid you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to pretend it’s not him. in an attempt to pretend that he’s not really here. that you didn’t say yes to going to a second location with him and that his hand isn’t currently reaching down to rub tiny, furious little circles into your clit as lips find your neck. that you didn’t want to sleep with him as badly as he wanted to sleep with you. in an attempt to pretend that you still don’t love him. “now call me that when I fuck you. got it?”

but you can’t.

because ryusei shidou was never a ghost. because ryusei shidou never loses. and because the man right behind you is determined to have you. and maybe you’re not sure about how that makes you feel. maybe you’re still not sure about how any of this makes you feel. but one thing is for certain. It’s that maybe…just maybe…maybe you don’t hate him as much as you think you do. but who can blame you?

“then fuck me, ryusei. and do it right.”

you’re only human.

#shidou ryusei #shidou ryusei x reader #blue lock #blue lock smut #bllk #bllk smut #bllk x yn #bllk x reader #hatefuck #enemies to lovers #enemies and lovers #loolingz #shido ryusei #shido ryusei x reader #blue lock x reader

[dddomenstarstwst]

okay so ive had this idea in my head for, like, several days and haven’t seen anyone write it soooo may i request a rinne x reader hatefuck? he’s hot but also wow that personality is. a lot. he should go to therapy

I feel you, my dear, i fully do. He's such a dick actually, i wanna slap him dumb. So, uh, maybe i got a little carried away. Oops?

➜ Annoying

Character: Rinne Amagi

Genre: Smut

Warnings: sub!Rinne, dom!gn!reader, hate sex, slapping, cock stepping, degradation, brat!Rinne, dumbification, rough sex, asphyxiation

Word count: 888

You couldn't stand Rinne Amagi. You hated him with every fucking inch of your body. He was just too much. You had no idea how his unit mates manage not to kick him in the nuts whenever they see him.

Rinne loved to tease you, he specifically seeked for you in the hallways just to fuck with you. It was almost his sole purpose. That, and he also found riling you up hot. Whenever you were mad, veins popping on your hands, eyes burning him in a deadly gaze, teeth gritting audibly - fuck, it made him horny.

You knew what he was trying to do, you knew how he looked at you when you got mad, you knew how very visibly he gulped, how the shade of pink covered his cheeks whenever you barked back at him. That alone made you hate him even more, to the point that you slapped him one time.

He was being annoying as usual, but somehow it was a thousand times worse. He was joking about how you were undressing him with your eyes and stuff, how he sees you looking at his dick. You were already in a bad mood, and his endless teasing wasn't helping. So you slapped him, it just happened. You weren't controlling yourself.

"Fuck! Rinne, uh– Sorry about that," he stood there, eyes wide open, mouth agape, a red mark forming on his cheek. You thought he was going to be mad, throw a tantrum and tell the higher-ups of the ES about it. But he... Smiled. You watched as the dumb smile spread on his face, you thought he was crazy, maybe you broke him, maybe he just needed therapy.

"Can you do that again?" It was your time to stand there with eyes staring at him, not understanding what the fuck he just said. He grabbed your hand and put it on his stinging cheek, "Slap me. I know ya want to." And you did.

You don't remember how you ended up in one bad with that asshole, but he was honestly pathetic. With the way he arched his back like a cheap whore, or how utterly pornographic his moans were you thought he was taking a d regularly. Hm, maybe that's how two of his unit mates manage to stay sane in his company. Kohaku, you're sure, punched him once or twice.

Rinne grinded back on you, taking more of your dick, grinning like a maniac when you slapped his ass. What a slut. He was enjoying every single second of this, you wonder if he ever imagined spreading his ass for you. You thrust into him harshly, still lost in thoughts.

"Hey! Pay attention to me! Ya fuckin' me, okay!" You grabbed his flaming red hair and pulled it back, glaring at him. What a dumb guy, can't see the signals. You're not lovers, you're fucking him because you want to put him in his place.

"Shut up, whore. Stop acting like we're lovers, i hate you and that's why I'm fucking you right now. Just because you're taking my cock in your slutty ass doesn't give you the right to order me around, bitch!" He whined at your words, hips buckling back. You let go of his messy locks and press his face into the mattress.

Rinne was shaking from your rough pounding, the lack of air only added to his pleasure. He felt you shift your position, pulling out of his stretched out hole. He tried chasing you, but you steadied his hips. He turned his head to the side, blue teary eyes watching your movements. You looked mad and, oh fuck, how hot you looked. Rinne wiggled his ass, inviting you in.

You scoffed at his behaviour, before grabbing him by the waist and slamming your cock fully inside. Rinne moaned your name out, his legs were trembling and giving up, if not for you, he would have collapsed already. You continue fucking him roughly, your breathing heavy.

"Oh! Ah, ah, yes! Fuck me like a whore!" You gripped his waist harder, surely bruises are gonna be left there, not like any of you cared. You observed as Rinne reached down to jerk himself, he was getting close. Your hand made its way to his throat, settling there and squeezing his neck, cutting off the air.

Rinne was overwhelmed, he never felt like this, not even when Niki and MERUMERU fucked him at the same time. Well, actually that was hot too, but maybe not as much as how you absolutely demolished him right now. Fuck, he needed to come so badly, especially when he felt the hand on his neck gripping so hard.

You thrusted with all your might, sending Rinne over the edge. His vision got blurry, stars appearing before his eyes, he was coughing because of the lack of an air, his whole body convulsing. You pulled out, letting him flop down on the bed.

"I'm hopping after that you'll stop bothering me, dumb bitch." You made your way out of the room, leaving him there. Rinne finally steadied his breath, before grinning to yourself. Oh no, not after being fucked so good. He'll make sure to rile you up even more from now on. Maybe he should invite you to fuck him alongside Niki and MERUMERU.

#enstars #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars headcanons #ensemble stars fanfic #dom!reader #dom!gn!reader #enstars fanfic #enstars imagines #ensemble stars imagines #rinne amagi #rinne amagi x reader #sub!character

[theoldsports]

omg yes. the swoop does it every time. i always imagine like the swoop with a stray curl out of place when i read your stories for him. and me personally, i love a good buzzcut. so my ranking is swoop, buzz, and then curls.

he’s just so put together and in charge with the swoop, and then the buzz/peacekeeper uniform combo had me in a chokehold. the curls weren’t bad!!!! but compared to the other 2? they didn’t even come close.

the swoop = man in charge. it’s just… extremely sexy. i like the curls loose at the end of the day or beginning of the morning for his run. that’s the rare, underneath Coryo. it’s charming and boyish compared to square-jawed and cold.

i reaaaaaaaally have been stewing on this idea in my drafts where Coryo and the reader drunk hatefuck at a university holiday party before they’re engaged. i wanna explore the buzz cut growing out in that.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #ask #hunger games #the hunger games #truculent series #heavqn <3

[choism]

Hey everyone! I just updated my masterlists with the titles of the fics I am currently working on and hoping to have out asap (this isn't guaranteed as I am a slow writer and unfortunately my schedule is a bit busier, so don't hold me to any expectations!)

I wanted to give you all a small rundown on whats coming out:

The Sun, Moon, and Stars: Three stories, intertwined. You and your best friends San, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa have always had a perfect friendship. The dynamic between the four of you was unmatched with any other friendship you've ever had, but what if a single encounter changes your fate? Only the cards, and the universe, will tell... | woosanhwa x reader

Attention: San had a bad day at work and felt lonely so he comes to you begging for your affection and attention and giving it to him makes the two of you feel closer than ever | sub! San x afab! Reader

Compatible: Taeyong loves astrology, Jaehyun thinks it's stupid, you just wanna fuck. Is it true what they say about how certain signs perform in bed? You'll find out soon enough... | sub! Taeyong x Dom! Jaehyun x Switch!Afab! Reader

Be Mine: Yeosang was pretty, popular, and always got good grades but one day you caught him being his real self, and Yeosang will do anything to keep you from spilling his secrets | Dom! Yeosang x afab! Reader | x wooyoung on ao3

Hatefuck: You and Joshua loved each other unconditionally. Fighting never occured and it felt like the perfect relationship until one day you fuck up, and you fuck up big time. He just wants to show you how true love transpires in even the most ugly situations. | Dom! Joshua x F! Reader

I hope you are all excited for what's to come! None of these are going to be released in any particular order but I'm gonna do my best to get them all out as quick as I can <3

#jenna.txt #smut #seventeen smut #nct smut #ateez smut

[bijoumikhawal]

oooo you wanna listen to the CrimsonRain TGCF audiobook sooooo bad. You wanna hear about a chronically unlucky little loser (affectionate) with jock autism that keeps getting tricked into being Columbo. And is a god btw. and the head over heels ghost king who cannot separate wanting him from worshipping him and has spent 800 years trying to find him again so he can shower him with thoughtful luxuries and bite anyone who insults him in half. You want to witness their insane "hey as far as I know I just met you wanna wear vials of each other's blood and have a slumberparty" energy.

You want to see our two side show attractions: "8 centuries of hatefucking while we feel guilty for ditching our friend who enabled us to rise to our high positions in the first place" and "your brother destroyed me and everyone I love like we were ants, and getting close to you is part of my plan and I Will Not divert from my plan, but am I happy now? Now that you'll never forgive me?"

Also gender is fake in 4 different ways

#cipher talk #The side show attractions aren't Canon but there is Palpable tension

[daisychain-4satan]

i wanna hatefuck him so bad

[sweeter0da]

🚀Loading Mister Eroda🚀

🚀Name: Eroda (!)

🚀Age: 19

🚀Pronouns: he/him

🚀LGBTQIA FRIENDLY: (I am bi & ace)

🚀Fave Music: MIW, BVB, Bad Omens, Sleep Token, From Ashes To New, Slipknot, 5SOS

🚀let’s be real I like rock/metal music

🚀Other: ISWM, FNAF (looooreeee), Jacksepticeye, Johnnie Guilbert, Emo 🧎🏻‍♂️

🚀My favorite member of MIW is Ricky but I am mentally Vinny

Credit to all the people I follow who also did this! I saw some of them do an intro and was like 🫵😳 I wanna! So thank you 🧎🏻‍♂️.

Hope you now know me!

🚀Goodbye Mister Eroda🚀

#Spotify #introduction #hi it’s me #mister Eroda

[immoralorel]

i hear your post nature clayorel idea, and propose to you: goth era orel hatefucking his father because, despite everything the man put him through, orel still craves his touch and by GOD does he hate it. some homophobia slung by clay mixed in there as well because of his son's choice of dress and all :P

ugh I love goth flavored clayorel stuff as well. Orel goes goth as a response to the neglect after Arthur passes, I think even though he had matured to know Clay is a bad person, he'd be especially susceptible to falling back into Clay after Arthur's death since he's so emotionally shattered and a little more desperate for acknowledgement (he'd regret/feel guilty afterwards though...)

Clay's internalized homophobia is a biiiig thing for me, I love it. I think he'd also use "correcting" Orel as his excuse for what he does to him. Punishing him into dressing proper, teaching him to "be a man," I could hear a "if you wanna look like a girl I'll treat you like one" coming from him (especially considering his comments to Orel in Nature)

Because Clay would've definitely been knocked down a peg after Honor, and was intimidated by Orels lack of fear particularly in Nesting, Goth Orel would give him a reason to "parent" (as he calls it) again

#clayorel #good ask thank you so much to think about #they really really are awful. good for them #good for them to be good for me #ask

[bitegore]

Okay I have a couple more now. Vortex/Dead End & 2) The song that plays when they realize they like each other and Megatron/Optimus with 21) where Megatron realises he wants to hatefuck Optimus and then Megatron/Soundwave for 17) Your ship commits a crime (i.e., heist, bank robbery, arson, what have you.) What song plays as they outrun the police?

oh my god. jeegoo has anyone told you you're a genius lately

For Vortex and Dead End- this is another one I think has to happen two different ways, because I can't see them approaching a relationship the same way. Vortex is here to press buttons and be a menace, and Dead End is just looking for something to liven up the endless tedium of his life and make his everpresent awareness of his own and everyone else's mortality slightly more bearable.

So from Vortex's end: Modern Day Cain by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME because I can't find a song that's like "oops the game got a little too real" and i don't want to go back two and a half thousand songs in my library lmfao. This song is like "I lie about what bad things I do to make sure that the actual bad things I do get ignored and i sound hot", but it's a very self-aware song, and the minute the game gets a little too real I think that kind of is how you start thinking about it. Not "lol, they're dancing to my tune" but ".......shit, they're dancing to my tune, i'm getting close to this emotionally so i'm THROWING IT OBVIOUSLY" lmao.

and from Dead End's: Soul Diver by Thank You Scientist, which is actually a really not happy song at all, but I don't think Dead End actually wants to be In Romance. And definitely not with Vortex. The lyrics of this song are like, things are bad, we move on, i need to move on, it doesn't matter that i don't want this because it doesn't mean i don't need it. straight up the bridge goes "Through all the worry and pain we move on And though the hurt remains we move on It's feast or famine You decide The walls are closing faster Through holy wars we're fast asleep Understanding self-defeat Was it worth it after all?" which like i know it's not actually someone going "oh, having a romance with this person will only hurt them and also me and i can't pull back out of this tail spiral", but it's also not... not about that. The worst part is that I don't think this would look any different to anyone who isn't Dead End, either. They'd just see him avoiding Vortex and then going back to Vortex and then trying and failing to avoid Vortex and moping and be like "yeah that's our Dead End, mopey to the last" - Alternately, for a slightly nicer version (SLIGHTLY), ANTILIFE by The Anix could also work pretty well for this. "i wanna give up all our fear, tear us all apart, you are anti-life, and I'll fall into your black light". Depends what you think Dead End is getting out of this, I guess.

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For the MegOP Hatefuckening I actually have a song for this because my god they don't just have hatefucking, they have like absolutely ridiculous hatelust, and I think it's the kind of ridiculous hatelust that you don't realize, it just creeps up on you. One day you're ranting about Optimus to your captive subordinate audience and you realize that you've gotten weirdly poetic and almost sweet about how you want to dominate and control and take over and command and destroy and oh fuck you want to fuck him, huh. and then you're just like yeah okay i want to fuck him, it's not even a thing you have to get over because it's just been a thing for the last like two hundred years and you just hadn't put a name to it lmfao. So that's the cover of Possession by Sarah McLachlan done by Evans Blue that i've been listening to and zoning out about MegOp noncon to since I was in high school lmfao. This may be softer than you're expecting honestly, at least in terms of lyrical content, but I think if it weren't just like "oh i want to defeat him on the field of battle and then take what i want from his unwilling frame" then it wouldn't be noteworthy, lol. it has to be enough to be A Surprise. A Realization. I guess Cold (but I'm Still Here) would be the opposite one, and that one was also in heavy rotation when I was listening to this song and drawing megatron and optimus killing each other in my notebooks lmao, so that's the other one. for when optimus realizes he wants to hatefuck megatron So Badly. (Alternately- this one makes a good deadlock/megatron ship song.) but like. IDW chaos theory. in the context of this bit: "Can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back? When you hide, hide inside that body But just remember that when I touch you The more you shake, the more you give away" If nothing else, you cannot tell me that doesn't work for IDW op's whole deal

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MEGASOUND HEIST HEIST HEIST HEIST HEIST HELL YEAH HELL YEAH this fucks okay the song for this one is Ringin' In My Head by Black Stone Cherry and I'm imagining early decepticon activities rather than a proper heist but. but. imagine. "i got a ringing in my head, the whole world's been shaken, by the time they find us dead, they got a ringing in their heads" and it's just a montage of megatron and soundwave breaking in, busting heads, taking energon and fucking off. You could even end it with a version of the g1 "shooting orion in the chest and robbing his worksite" plot with soundwave in tow, it'd be so much FUN. they're just vibing along. doing a ton of murder

You can find the question list here :D

#red replies #jeegoo #music ask game #i'm having SO MUCH FUN #sorry this took so long i cannot not write an essay about why i chose the songs lmfao

[fic-dumpster]

Omi the way I wanna ride Terano 😣🥲

Anon, the way I wanna smooch his big bald head 😔💕 any head works for me if u know what I mean👀

#JAJDIXISNKD HE SO UGHH #WHY DID HE DO THAT TO KAKUCHO THO #I WANNA HATEFUCK HIM SO BAD #LIKE YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT TO MY BBY BOY KAKU #JA! NO #KAKUCHO IS MY BABY #I WILL BRAKE HISDICK WITH MY GORILLA PUSSYGRIP #UGGHHJJ #😮‍💨 #I’m better #omi.answers #anon

[metalbuckaroo]

Love/Hate

Summary// celebrating a successful mission, you and Bucky snap back at each other. Things getting more heated once back home (goddamn why do my summaries suck so fucking bad)

Warnings// low blow comments, smut 2x, light eye fucking, big dick Bucky, hate fucking/anger fucking, rough sex, scratching, biting, maybe toxic(?Idk?), reader tells Bucky to ‘shut up’, some degrading, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, kinda spit kink, light begging, Bucky’s filthy mouth, sensual morning sex, filth. It’s filth. With a smidgen of plot.

AU// Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Note// if this one flops I’ll cry bc I’m actually kinda proud of it 😅 it’s based off of the hate fuck wyr ask, smooches to you Hatefuck anon

Dividers by// @firefly-graphics

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

“I call that a job well done.” Steve grinned, leaning back in his seat as he looked at everyone who sat in the nearly empty bar. Only a few people left lingering since it was so close to last call.

Everyone slowly got caught up in their own conversations, laughing and talking about different things all at once. Bucky hunkered over in the corner as he sipped his beer in silence, occasionally catching himself looking over at you as you messed with your already empty bottle.

You couldn’t help but to steal a few looks yourself. Your eyes wandering over his sharp features, the curve of his plump lips, how the stubble that covered his jaw seemed to make it look that much more defined.

His mesmerizing blue eyes focused on his blonde best friend who was talking and large hand wrapped loosely around the neck of his beer, tapping the glass gently to an unknown rhythm.

A smirk curled Bucky’s lips when he looked over to meet your gaze, leaning back further in the booth as his eyes drank you in. Thinking of how much he enjoyed watching you work as he let himself get sucked into a hole of filthy thoughts.

What your legs would feel like wrapped around his waist, hands clinging to his back as he drove into your cunt with every bit of the built up tension he had until you screamed out for him.

Both of you exchanged heated looks, Bucky starting to get his hopes up on what could possibly happen after the group left the bar.

Until Sam let something slip about a mess up that happened during the mission.

“That was not my fault.” You said in a stern tone. Bucky rolling his eyes at you.

“It kinda was.” He nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line as your eyes narrowed at him.

“If you would’ve been more careful it wouldn’t have happened to begin with.” You snapped, cocking your head to the side.

“Here we go.” Natasha sighed, letting her head fall back against the booth seat.

“I have a-”

You waved a hand at him dismissively. “Vibranium arm. Yeah, yeah, we get it, James. That doesn’t mean you can just run into the line of fire!” You said, getting more aggravated by the second.

“Me run into the line of fire?! You jumped in front of me!” He exclaimed, leaning forward as he scoffed.

“Saved your ass didn’t I?! You’re not bulletproof!” You huffed out an annoyed breath. “Next time I’ll just let you get hurt.”

“You wouldn’t do that, it’d haunt your little pea brain too much to let someone else get hurt again because of you.”

“You wanna talk about people getting hurt because of-”

“Okay,” Steve drug out the word as he silenced you with a hand clamped over your mouth. “That’s enough. Everything worked out, you two stop it.”

You shoved Steve’s hand off of your mouth and turned in your seat. “I’m done for the night. Let me out, Steve.”

“No, no. Stay out with us. We’re celebrating.” Wanda insisted, sitting a hand on top of your arm from across the table.

“There’ll be another night of celebrating. I just wanna go home. I’ll see you all at the compound.” You said, getting out of the booth when Steve stood up.

Not even a couple minutes down the sidewalk you could hear boots gritting against the concrete. Letting your head tip back as you sighed. “Stop following me, Barnes.”

“I’m not letting you walk home alone.” He grumbled, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Glad to see they chose you for the guard dog position. Suits you.” You snarked, hearing him get closer.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” He said trailing right behind you.

You breathed a dry laugh and shook your head. “Exactly what you think it does.”

Walking faster, Bucky caught your arm in his left hand to stop you. “What is your problem with me?” He huffed, eyebrows knitted together as you glared at him.

“Besides the fact that you’re an asshole?”

“I’ve done nothing to you.”

You rolled your eyes at him, jerking your arm from his grip and continuing down the sidewalk.

The bickering didn’t stop for the entire walk, your blood boiling by the time you unlocked your door. Bucky stepping into your room behind you.

“Must be easy blaming everything on Hydra, isn’t it? Having a scape goat for every shitty thing you did.” You knew it was a low blow, especially by the anger that flared in his eyes as he stepped closer.

“At least I have an excuse for my fuck ups, unlike you!” You shoved at his sturdy chest when the careless words tumbled from his lips, your own heaving from the mixture of anger and undeniable lust that coursed your body.

Bucky took another step forward, grabbing your face in cold and warm hands before smashing his lips into yours. Your hands going to shove him away but instead gripping the front of his shirt to pull him closer.

The sudden shift in atmosphere seemed to add fuel to the fire in your veins. Sharing breaths as teeth and tongues gnashed together, clumsy hands working at each other’s clothes before Bucky’s hand went to the top of your head to urge you to your knees. The only thing left between you and his throbbing erection being the thin fabric of his briefs as he shoved them down.

Your mouth watered as you held his thick shaft in your hand, taking him in your mouth with a muffled moan as his head tipped back in a groan. Metal hand fisted tightly in your hair to guide you at a pace he wanted.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you moaned at the view above you. Bucky’s jaw slack and eyes hooded, muscles of his chest and abdomen flexed to make him look like he’d been snatched from a magazine cover.

“I like you s’much better with your mouth full of my cock.” He panted, feeling himself twitch as he looked at the way you swallowed him to the base. Drool coating your chin as you looked up at him, grazing your teeth against the throbbing vein that ran on the underside of his cock to elicit a drawn out moan from him. “Don’ stop.”

He let out an annoyed groan when you stood up, grasping himself as you wiped the back of your hand to your mouth. “I said don’t stop.”

“Shut up.” You huffed out, hands pressing to his chest to urge him to the bed. Kicking your underwear off as he positioned himself with his shoulders against the headboard.

There was nothing sensual or intimate about it. Pure, carnal desire fueling you as you let yourself lose every bit of control. Rolling your hips against him at a feverish pace that made your thighs ache but everything else feel so overwhelmed with pleasure as wanton moans and profanities filled the thick air.

“C’mon, you can do better than that-“ Bucky choked out, grip on your hips tightening as your bounced on him. Too focused on how full you felt to listen to him.

His chest and face flush as raspy moans poured pass his bitten lips, a louder groan pulling from his throat when your nails dug crescent shapes into his taut chest.

“Fuck-” He grunted, so wrapped up in the shocks of pure bliss that shot through him to notice the pleasurable sting of his skin. Reaching a hand up to grasp the back of your head and pull you down for a messy kiss, right hand splayed against your shoulder blades as he swallowed your moans.

Bucky planted his feet flat against the mattress, left hand gripping your ass as he fucked up into you. Tip kissing your cervix with each harsh thrust as the blunt nails of his right hand dug into your shoulder.

Your head dropped to his shoulder to muffle the cries of pleasure as his teeth grazed your neck before biting down on the flesh. A yelp passing your lips as you sat up again, hands pressing to his chest.

He watched the way you stretched around him, roughly groping at your chest as his hips pistoned into you. Loud moans echoing off of the walls as your slick coated his base. “Pretty pussy ‘s takin’ all my fat cock, baby.”

You clasped a hand over his mouth to cut him off, letting your eyes close to bask in the feel of him sliding against sweet spots you hadn’t known to exist.

“I said shut up.” You said through stuttered breaths. Gasping when he suddenly lifted himself and your back hit the mattress, the new angle letting him fuck directly into a rough patch that made your eyes roll back. Hands searching for anything to grasp onto as your back arched off the mattress.

Metal fingers slipped into your mouth when you screamed out from the onslaught of pleasure, your lips absentmindedly locking around them as your whole body shook from the powerful thrusts Bucky delivered. Wracking your body with unmatchable bliss as he let guttural moans and feral growls spill freely into the thick air.

The building swirl in his abdomen only got worse when he looked over your fucked out form. Skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat, hands fisted in the disheveled sheets and whole body quaking as you released around him. Moaning against his fingers and legs tightening around his waist.

“Look at you- so stupid for my cock, you’ll do anything I say.” He removed his fingers from your mouth to tap your cheek lightly. “Open.”

You couldn’t help but listen, mind fuzzy from the overly sensitive feeling in your cunt as you opened your mouth. Bucky gathering saliva in his mouth before spitting it in yours, moaning when you swallowed it without a second thought.

“Jus’ needed me to stuff your pretty little cunt to shut you up.” He panted, trying to hold his orgasm off just a little longer.

“Sh-” you whimpered when his fingers dug into your cheeks, eyes opening to meet his lust filled ones. The feral look on his face making your cunt clamp around him again.

“Say that again and I’ll stop.” He growled through clenched teeth, a needy whine pulling from your throat as his body bent over yours more.

“Don’t stop- please,please,please, don’t stop-” you keened, that next mind shattering high so close that you could feel the second wave of heat start to spread.

“That’s right, baby. Fuckin’ beg for it.” Bucky moaned out, holding himself up on his forearms as he peered down at how his cock disappeared in your quivering walls with every rough snap of his hips.

The vice grip your silky walls had on him nearly pushed him over the edge as your nails raked down his back, your teeth digging into the skin of his shoulder when your body tensed again. Jerking slightly when his pace didn’t falter as your orgasm took over. Your vision whiting out and mind blanking before your body went lax against the plush mattress.

A gruff moan tore from Bucky’s throat as he coated your walls with his spend. Riding out the afterglow with short, hard thrusts until your shaky hands reached down to push against the taut muscles of his abdomen.

Body so overworked all you could do was whine when he slipped out. The empty feeling much more evident than you’d ever felt before as he collapsed next to you with a huffed out breath.

It felt like an eternity had passed when your body finally started to calm. Your racing heart and heaving breaths gradually slowing down as your hands searched for the blanket.

“Asshole…” you murmured when you saw that Bucky had turned onto his side and fell asleep. Managing to shift your sore form under the blanket so you could do the same.

You were woke up by the scratch of stubble against the skin of your neck, Bucky’s warm front pressed into your back as you shifted slightly. Wincing at the deep ache that had set in.

“M’sore.” You sighed when the rough pads of his fingers had traveled further down your abdomen.

“I’ll do the work.” He muttered against your skin, a smile slowly starting to spread on your face as you turned to your back.

“Hm, I like the sound of that.” You hummed, weaving your fingers in the short strands of his hair and pulling his lips to yours.

Carefully moving his body over yours and parting your thighs, Bucky reached between your bodies to guide himself into the warmth of your cunt. Groaning at the whimper that passed your lips when he slipped in, gently rocking his hips forward until he saw you wince.

“Sorry, darlin’. I won’t go all the way.” You nodded, his lips nipping at yours.

This time was far different than the events from the night before. Taking time to feel each other and drink in the softer sounds that left both of your lips.

No words being needed as he slowly worked you towards that high that you hadn’t felt before him.

“I’ve got you. Jus’ let go, sugar.” He soothed when you sucked in a sharp breath, chest pressing to his when your back arched.

“Bucky…” you breathed out, hands splayed on his firm back to feel the muscles ripple under his smooth skin with each roll of his hips.

“It’s okay, gorgeous. You feel so good.” He huffed, barely picking up the pace of his thrust to chase after his own high.

Your hand slipped down to grip the supple flesh of his ass, moaning against his mouth as his lips covered yours in a sensual kiss. Barely pushing deeper as he filled you with his release again.

Though, the soft moment was short lived when he slipped out of you. Bucky letting out a happy sigh as he stood from the bed, starting towards the bathroom off of your room.

“I’m going to shower.” He mumbled, knocking the door shut behind him.

Bucky twisted his back in attempt to bring some relief to his sore hips before stepping into the steaming shower. The water stinging parts of his chest and back as he tried to wash off as quickly as he could, finding a towel to wrap around his hips when he stepped out.

He sent you a wink as you pulled yourself from the bed with a huffed out sigh. “I’d say there’s coffee already made if you want me to get you some.” He offered, slipping his briefs on.

“I can get it myself.” You muttered, the bathroom door slamming when you walked in.

“Have it your way.” Bucky called out, jerking the door to your room open to go to the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee confirming what he’d said.

“Good to see you two didn’t kill each other while we were gone.” Steve droned, not looking up from a book he was reading at the counter.

“Mhm- what time you guys get in?” Bucky said leaning back against the counter with his coffee in hand.

“I-” Steve looked at him dumbfounded, the brunette lifting the mug to his lips before giving a lazy smile as you walked in. Freshly showered and wearing Bucky’s shirt from the night before.

“Mornin’.” He chirped as you poured your coffee, side eyeing him as you walked back towards the hallway.

“Don’t fucking talk to me.”

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