2024 Halloween Prompts

Kinktober day 8 - Daryl/Negan - Tattoo NSFW

Warnings - Drugged, Kidnapped, Noncon  Impled attempt at impregnation/Mperg
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Daryl shot back another drink, his throat burned as he downed the whisky. He narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew that whisky burned, but his throat tickled. He coughed, and got up, stumbling as he headed towards the bathroom. A man followed closely behind him, Daryl pushed the door open and gripped the sink. His head was spinning, something was wrong. He turned around to head back out to the bar in hopes of an answer before he ran into the man who had come in behind him.

"S-Sorry." Daryl whispered, his words slurring.

"Hey, don't worry, calm down." The man smiled, Daryl winced as the man gripped his shoulders tightly. "Don't worry, just breathe, what's wrong?"

Daryl looked up at the man, the man's brown eyes were sparkling in the dull light of the restroom. Daryl's knees buckled and he fell into the man in front of him.

Daryl woke with a groan, everything was spinning around him. He went to stand and found his legs were wobbling, he dropped back onto the unfamiliar bed, and then everything seemed to come into focus.

He looked around and realized he wasn't at home, he was in an unfamiliar home, he began to panic. He stood up again and raced for the door, as he got halfway across the room something caught and his legs were swept out from under him, he hit the ground with a thud. He yelped as he looked back, his left ankle was chained to the metal bed.

"Oh fuck..."

Daryl rolled onto his back, trying to breathe. He sat upright and then began to crawl towards the bed, pulling himself onto it.

The door opened after a few minutes of Daryl attempting to break the chain that held him to the bed. Daryl looked towards the door and the man from the bar was standing there. "Hello new toy, I suggest you lay down and accept what is going to happen to you or you're going to regret it."

Daryl gulped, but he didn't want to let this man just use him or hurt him.The man stalked forward and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket. Daryl panicked and tried to stand up and push him back. The man laughed and grabbed his fist mid punch. Daryl cried out as he was forced onto his back. Daryl tried to swing again before the cuff was placed on his right wrist, he tried to push him off only to have his left wrist cuffed. He struggled but found himself trapped on his back, his wrists bound above his head through the bars of the bed frame.

"Get off me! Help!"

"Oh shush up, no one can hear you here."

Daryl growled as the man straddled him, he watched him with big blue eyes as his top was cut in half. "Yeah... I think this spot right here. Everyone will know who you belong to now." The man pressed a finger above Daryl's pubic bone, a smile lit up on his face.

Daryl wriggled, stuck underneath him. "Get off me! What are you talking about.. Stop."

"Don't go anywhere, oh wait, you can't." The man laughed. He walked out of the room and returned with a tattoo machine. Daryl began to scream and cry, pulling on his restraints, his wrists burning.

The man laughed and cuffed his right ankle to the bed so he was unable to pull his leg up. "F-fuck.."

"Now, daddy Negan is going to give you a good tattoo that helps everyone know you're my bitch."

Daryl opened his mouth to argue when the man shoved a gag in it. Daryl narrowed his eyes as Negan tightened the gag.

Daryl groaned as the man cleaned his belly and began to work. Daryl sobbed as he was tattooed by the stranger, he tried to look down but could hardly look down at what was going on. Drool dribbled down his chin as the man wrote upon his skin, Daryl's knuckles were white as he gripped the bars of the bed.