i keep forgetting that fears can actually cause you distress. like girl what do you mean that just imagining a situation sent me into a panic attack. thats stupid. im not even in the situation currently.
Daryl doesn’t like casual affection when in public, it just makes him uncomfortable, but he likes it at home. He purrs when you scratch his beard. When it starts to get more grey he gets a little upset, wondering if he should trim it but you tell him you like it, getting old means being alive and you much prefer him that way. In private, he definitely lets you lay your legs across his lap and he’ll stroke them with his rough hands, massaging your feet after a long day.
He secretly loves forehead kisses and likes you combing your fingers through his hair.
I absolutely love your writing! <3 I wish I was that talented with words. But girl, I had a thought, and it's taken over my mind rn lol
It's a one-shot of fem!reader and Daryl while reader is pregnant.
Daryl has been in heaven thinking about their family growing. (Definitely not a little breeding kink ;)
Reader uses his praise kink against him, because he absolutely has one. She just praises the shit out of him for them having a baby and he's fucking weak for reader, just a submissive mess.
UR SO SWEET YET SO SPICY ANON 😻 I WANNA CHEW ON YOUR FUCKING BRAIN THIS LITERALLY HAS ME DROOLING AND SLOBBERING FROM BOTH PLACES IM SO EXTREMELY FERAL RN
Daryl Dixon 1000% has a praise kink and I have no clue how I’ve been living my life with this VITAL piece of information. Mommy issues PLUS A PRAISE KINK?? IM ABOUT TO SCREAM IM FONNA SCREAM I NEED TO SCREAM
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Not a day passes where Daryl doesn’t think about the bundle of life growing inside you.
Actually, it’s all he ever thinks about. He practically spends all day spaced out and daydreaming about how he’s gonna love the literal shit out his kid. His kid. He’s gonna have a kid, him, Daryl, is gonna have a kid, with you, Y/n, and the two of you are gonna have a family.
He’s gonna have a family.
It makes Daryl’s entire body buzz with excitement, even more when he thinks about how you’re about five months along with an obvious bump. The whole world becomes ten times brighter when Daryl sees that bump, and everything goes quiet when he puts his hands on it.
There was almost no room for discussion when the small lump had formed, Daryl wanted to be by your side the entire pregnancy no matter who or what said otherwise.
He was there when you had morning sickness, holding your hair and keeping himself reassuring pressed against your back since he wasn’t exactly the best with words. Daryl knew you just needed him close.
He would go out his way to get your strange pregnancy cravings, even if he had to go outside the walls and risk his life for it. If you and his baby want something, he’d be damned if you didn’t get it.
During some of your mood swings, Daryl tries to give you your space, although he can’t stop himself from trying to help a little. He knows not to take your snappy and crude words personally, even though there’s a few times where you’ll hit a nerve.
Daryl simply had to remind himself that these were the things that came along with having kids, and that it would only get tougher. Sometimes when he found himself becoming overwhelmed by the thought, he’d go outside and look for baby things, imagining your little one in it. Part of him does it to calm down, but another part does it as to keep himself grounded, that yes, he really wants this.
The house slowly starts to turn into a nursery, even more when out on a schedule group run, Daryl brings you back a few surprises.
“What’s that noise?” You grumbled as you padded slowly down the stairs, rubbing sleep out your eye with one hand as you kept yourself steady on the railing with the other.
The sound in question, was a drill. Daryl was very loudly drilling on the living room floor, back facing you as he put something together. “Daryl!” You shouted over the noise when you reached the bottom of the stairs, seeing your husband turn to you. “Oh shit- Hey” He stumbled to shut the drill off, and jumped to his feet over to you, capturing your grumpy lips in a kiss.
“The hell ya’ doin?” It was evident that you had been awoke from your slumber, voice still heavy and eyes almost closed. “I didn’t know ya’were sleepin’ doll, go back ta bed” Daryl whispered, hands on your waist as he stared longingly at you. “That didn’t answer my question, Dixon” You wanted to roll your eyes at him. You loved him but fuck, you were too pregnant for this.
“I got somethin’ fer the baby” He murmured, dipping his gaze down as if he were embarrassed.
You raised a brow at that. “What is it?”
“Rick said it’s called a play pen”
You now widened your eyes. “A play pen? Daryl-“ You stepped to the side, and surely enough, the large parts to a white fenced pen laided unassembled in one pile, while some was partially built. “This one is huge! Is that a crib?” Another box in the corner caught your eye and you turned to find Daryl behind you, a nervous look on his face.
You gripped his face and kissed him deeply, pulling away with teary smile. “You didn’t have-“
“Fuck yeah I did. I wanna give this baby everythin’ I possibly can.” Daryl pressed his forehead against yours, one hand on your hip and the other over your belly. “I jus’ wanna be a good dad”
Your heart clenched a little, and you stroked his cheeks softly. “You’re gonna be the best goddamn dad ever. You know how I know? Cause I wouldn’t have let you knock me up if I didn’t think so”
Daryl smiled softly, yet avoided your eyes. You pursed your lips before placing a kiss to the mans lips, followed by another. “Hey, look at me” You teasingly shook his head with your hands. “I love you, okay? And you, Daryl Dixon, have done more than enough for me and our baby and I know when she’s really here you’ll only do more, my big strong hunterman.” As you softly spoke, you combed Daryl’s hair out his eyes with one hand, staring into his bright blue eyes. “Our kid is gonna be the luckiest kid in all of Alexandria, and everyone is gonna fucking know that”
His heart hammered in his chest, and his cock ached. You looked at him as if he were a God, and held him as if he were made of pure ceramic. In this moment Daryl knew, he knew you were the woman he wanted to spend his very last heartbeat with.
“I need you” Daryl blurted, arousal now coursing through his entire body. Something about the certainty in your words, the way you left no room for him to argue had him leaking, almost through his pants.
You groaned when he moved to attack your neck, sucking and kissing as his hands fondled your waist, thumbs stroking the side of your stomach. Part of you wasn’t really in a ‘fuck me’ mood, but you found your hand sliding down his chest and down to unbutton his jeans, taking his weeping cock in your hand. “My strong needy man”
Daryl shuddered against you, hips jerking forward as your hand felt so different and so much better than his own. You tightened your grip around the glistening tip, listening to his sweet gasp in your ear. His hands moved up to your milk-swollen tits, slipping under your shirt to gently grope them. You bit your lip around a whine, stroking him quickly. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, grunting and groaning into your neck.
“Look at you, always desperate for me” You ran your thumb over his tip, pressing on it and teasing the small nerve underneath. A loud cry broke from Daryl’s lips as electricity shot through him. “Always fer you, only fer you” He babbled against your skin, squeezing and rolling your tits. He was almost fucking his cock into your hand, deep moans coming from him with every stroke and thrust. “Fuck- m’gonna cum…”
You yanked Daryl’s head back by a fistful of hair, staring at his blushy face with a killer smirk. It made him uncomfortable in the best way possible, sending chills up his spine alongside the arousal. “Are you my good boy?” You leaned in close as if to kiss him, only stopping mere inches from his face. Daryl weakly nodded his head and you began to slow down your hand. “Yes! ‘mommys good boy- please don’ stop”
“Then cum for me, sweetheart” You gave his cock a few good strokes, and his vision temporarily went dark for a split second, trying to muffle his sounds in a rough kiss. His hips stuttered, cock twitching as he spilled into your hand, whimpering when you started to milk his orgasm out his tip. You slid your tongue into his mouth, pressing it against his as you brought him closer, and closer, fuck he was so sensitive.
Your hand suddenly stopped, and you pulled away from him completely. “Wha?-“ He watched as you brought your dripping fingers to your lips, sucking him off them as you started back towards the stairs, a smile playing on your face. “Finish my play pen, Dixon. Then maybe you can” You descended the steps with on hand keeping you steady again. “Yes ma’am” He whispered breathlessly, excitement once again raging his body.
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YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY MY BABIES I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH YALL MAKE ME WHO I AM 😞🎀
yes i did crop out my drafts and inbox that are in the double digits guys i swear im trying 😕
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!
hiii! I just wanted to say I absolutely love your fics, you write Daryl so accurate and well 😊 beautiful reads all throughout your page!!
I was wondering if you could write something where daryl comes to like the reader eventually (fem!reader), and she’s shy, keeps her distance, and only is spoke when spoken to, a little like Daryl himself! he then goes to her home to ask her about what stock is needed for foods or something idk haha (Alexandria era) and sees her masturbating through the window, calling out his name, obviously he had no idea she even liked him as she keeps herself to herself. so he joins her, and guides her through it 😉
I hope this is okay to work with if you wanted to use it! Have a great day 🤎🙏🏽
A spider fell on me while I was writing this :') and thank you so much for your compliments they mean the world!!!
Note: OOOOOO SPICYYYYYY
Don't Stutter
18+ MDNI || Warnings: profanity, graphic depictions of masturbation and smut, fingering
Hunter was the one that started it all, on a less than good note. But as soon as the group reached Alexandria and deemed it safe, there were already talks of a second child and a whole while later the twins were a surprise amidst all the chaos and safely born within the walls of the Commonwealth.
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