Daryl Dixon X Reader Novels & Stories

Daisy Dyer’s POV I was being pushed onto the wall of the back alley that I did not know how I got there. All I know was the warm lips on my lips. I was kissing it. I did not know who it was until I was gripping the silken hair that I know. Dylan Windell. I was gripping it hard as Dylan was kissing me. I know I should push him away but it was too good. I don’t want this dream to end. I was pulling him closer before his hands were roaming my body.

Eli’s mouth goes dry. “You watch,” Damian says. “Don’t touch.” Damian finishes undressing slowly—deliberately—never breaking eye contact. With every inch of newly revealed skin, Eli’s breath grows uneven. When Damian steps toward him fully bare, Eli’s lips part in awe. Damian smirks. “You like what you see.” “I… yes…” “Say it properly.” Eli’s voice trembles. “I like what I see, Damian. I want you.” “That’s better.”

It did explain why she hadn't reacted to the gifts. "We can't decide based on what other people want. We need to find out what she wants." Daxiel gave no reply. Instead, he stood up and headed to the rooftop. Once there, he found what he was looking for. Arya's diary. He picked it up. Then he flipped it open and began reading. Hi, little book. My name is Arya. Crystal gave you to me. She said I could tell you about how my days go. He continued reading until the last page filled with ink.

His fingers were stroking his hardened cock through his jeans now. “Touch yourself. Only then will I tell you the story you’re so desperate to hear,” Daniel said with a wicked grin. A game. He was playing a game with me. Shame burned through me, making my eyes water, which I blinked back as I slid my fingers past my stomach, lower. My insides clenched in humiliation as I parted my slick folds, exposing myself further to his leering gaze. Daniel's eyes gleamed with wicked intent, he was still stroking his massive hard-on.