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a decision had to be made-my friends and I went with Burt Reynolds
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congratufuckinglations to whoever got the chance to tap that in 01’. im jealous, furious even.



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We will literally never progress past biphobia until people realize that bisexuals in het relationships are still having a queer experience by virtue of being bisexual, we do not magically oscillate between gay enough and too straight. I’m going to maul someone to death.
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i feel like young!daryl used to fuck. like early to mid-twenties. and then as he got older, he kind of just stopped? like by the time he was in his thirties, he just didn’t care about that stuff anymore. it was like some ‘chore’ he had to do to keep up appearances with his brother. i also think his first time was probably with some girl he didn’t even know, someone merle probably convinced him to hook up with like from a bar or something. and then by the time we meet him he’s late thirties and the apocalypse has started and sex just doesn’t cross his mind because it’s always about survival, but that’s the thing, it’s also always been about survival for him. so when he meets you and you actually have the desire to be intimate with him, he feels all dizzy about it cause on one hand, he wants to give you that, but on the other, it’s been so long since he had last had sex that he feels like he’s having to learn it all over again and that makes him nervous. so he’s all awkward and fumbling and doesn’t know what to do with his hands?? doesn’t know where it’s okay to hold you?? cause this is something he’s never actually done with someone he loves and cares about, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. not with you, not ever 𐑺
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Sub!Daryl who's into being tied up.
That's it.
sub!daryl + rope bunny = ₊˚⊹ᰔ
⚡︎ daryl discovers it by accident. perhaps teaching you certain knots, accidentally gets his fingers caught. you tease him about it, having to help him get out of the rope. he blushes the entire time.
⚡︎ we know he’d never, ever admit to enjoying p much anything, so you have to put the pieces together on your own. starts small—simple restraint, like holding his wrists down. if he gives you a whimper, then you know.
⚡︎ he’s hesitant to actually use rope, flashbacks making him queasy. but he loves you, and god, he’d let you do just about anything. once his hands are useless behind his back, though, his stomach is twisting and heat is coiling tight. he’s squirming, writhing, complaining. pathetic. suck him off while he can’t move his arms, can’t control the pace, he’s gone. his hips are bucking but he can’t grab your hair.
⚡︎ next time, his wrists are tied to the bedposts. you’re on top, keeping his cock warm as he snarls up at you. desperate for friction, he jerks himself up to gain any sort of pleasure, but he can’t do much else. “you need to be patient,” you tell him, leaving him to huff and whine.
⚡︎ finally moving, oh, he’s yours. falling apart underneath you, his arms flexing in their restraints. he’s aching to touch you. every roll of your hips had his head falling back, growling something animalistic.
⚡︎ keep him like that for hours… make him wait. god, his cock is swollen, damn near begging for release all red and angry, but you don’t let up. “not done yet, love,” you purr, nearly drawing daryl to tears.
⚡︎ he finally cums—yours. begging, blabbering, writhing and pulling on the rope until his wrists are red and burning. it’s too much. too good. fuck, he could die like this. white hot ropes spill onto your stomach, onto his stomach. he’s shaking, still unable to move.
⚡︎ “you’re so good,” you whisper. “good job, baby.” he just keeps whining and panting.
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sex with daryl? 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ nsfw
his movements need work, sloppy and uncoordinated. he’d rut against you and bite back whines, chewing his lip till he bled. he’d stop every few seconds, cock pulsing, angry and aching for release. but he couldn’t, not yet.
if you’re on top, he is screwed. your bouncing hips drive him crazy, making his head spin. his teeth are clenched, breaths uneven and heavy, hands gripping your waist so tight it could bruise.
he’d get so close, just for you to stop moving. he’d let out a strangled growl of defiance, pathetically pushing his hips up into yours, fucking himself on your pretty hole.
“you’re gonna cum if you don’t stop,” you’d warn him, seeing how wrecked he was.
tears prick his eyes as he cums, unable to help but push you down harder as he stuffs you full. and it’s a lot—the man’s been deprived of ejaculation for years. streams of blissful tears trickle down his cheeks, panting and heaving as he comes down from his high.
“told ya,” you’d chuckle, kissing his forehead as he whimpered.
but you’re not satisfied now, are you? because he came so quick, you just need a little more. “c’mon, angel, one more,” you’d coo, rolling your hips despite his load dripping down onto his stomach. “jus’ one more, baby, you can do it.”
daryl’s gasping and twitching, head thrashing as he tries to stop you from moving again. his limbs feel like jelly, however, and don’t give him enough push to force you off. “christ, please, don’–“
he’s cut off by you lifting your hips, before slamming them back down. he lets out something that can only be described as a cry, head thrown back into the pillows.
“shhhh,” you purr, bouncing gently. “you can take it.”
daryl shakes his head, grasping at the sheets. he’s losing his mind, so overstimulated he could die.
“can’t… can’t…”
“you can,” you assure him.
that’s when he falls apart. god, this man is a whimperer. he whines and juts his hips up into you like he can’t help it. his dick is only half hard, twitching and pulsing from overstimulation. his hands cover his face, face red hot.
“please,” he’d beg, helpless. “please, baby, stop–“
god, he feels close all over again, feeling your hips and ass jiggling in his lap. his thighs would tremble; he’s never been like this before.
“gonna cum again?” your taunting tone drives him up the wall.
a strangled whine later, he’s cumming again, panting and wheezing. his hips sputter forward, and you keep bouncing. he’s clawing your back and growling into the crook of your neck, pathetic. “christ, fuck, i’m… i can’t…”
“you’re so good,” you whisper in his ear, stroking his hair as you fucked him through his orgasm. “fillin’ me so good, baby. you’re lovely.”
he wants to argue, to snap at you for letting this happen. he doesn’t know how else to respond to such praise. he’s a wreck, close to tears from pleasure. his cock has a thick layer of lust, dripping as you finally give him a moment to catch his breath.
“i feel like i got… hit by a bus,” daryl blurts after a long moment.
“is that good?”
“hell yeah.”

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pining!daryl has me reeling!!!!
if daryl had a crush on you, god, it’d be a mess.
daryl isn’t the type to show affection, or drown you in compliments. he’s awkward, stiff, tired. he isn’t a romantic. that’s why his crush on you would be agonizing. he’d hate it, his thoughts distracting him from his work.
he’d think about you while he hunted, missing his target by a sliver. of course, when he sees you, he smiles all wide and will tell you stories. but when carol asks, he’s too busy—he doesn’t have time for romance.
but oh, how he pined, longing for the death and destruction to stop so he could just have one day, one day with you. his stomach was in knots every time he talked to you. still, not one sign of romantic feelings, not a hand hold or peck on the cheek. nah. he just wasn’t like that.
it’d be you that made the first move, and when you do, he’d freeze. probably wipe away your kiss. not because he didn’t like it, but because he felt undeserving of the gesture.
“don’ do that,” he’d murmur awkwardly, cheeks all pink. “i wasn’t ready.”
“should i try again?” you might ask.
“no,” he’d reply shortly.
but deep down, he wouldn’t mind if you did it again. just don’t get a big head about it or nothin’.
he’s a teddy bear pls :(
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can i write more sub daryl i just can’t stop thinking about him ):
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nsfw alphabet — daryl dixon
a/n: all canon events cus i say so! very opinionated. yes, i am insane.
a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
daryl isn’t exactly warm and cuddly. aftercare doesn’t come naturally to him. the first time you have sex, and you latch onto his arm, he sort of just freezes. he’s never had anyone who wanted to snuggle with him. he lets you, but he doesn’t really reciprocate. he’d do anything if you asked, sure, but it’s a process.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves your hips. little waist, hip dips, chunky thighs, tummy. it’s primal—he loves the little V pointing him directly to your cunt. an ass man, too, definitely. if your shorts ride up, oh, he’s melting.
he really doesn’t think about his own body a lot, but he knows he’s got nice arms. thick, muscly biceps, he loves the way you cling to them whenever you can. he likes being able to pick you up at a moments notice.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
eats his own when he’s alone fs i don’t care. it’s easier than finding a towel and wiping it up. whatever, it’s protein, right?
but he doesn’t expect you to enjoy his cum. of course, you would, lapping it from his tip greedily and making him swoon. he secretly adores when you swallow, ‘so good, takin’ it all.’ the feeling of unloading in your mouth (or cunt) makes his knees wobbly.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
daryl can be a sub little princess sometimes! he’d never ever admit it aloud, but if you praise him during sex, purring some ‘good boy,’ ohhh, he’s a goner. he loves when you take the lead, when you boss him around tellin’ him how you want it. you’d make fun of him, only to get shoved around for it later, because he’s still a dom at heart.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
eh. he’s had sex, definitely, but he’s not a sex god by any means. he’s awkward, uncoordinated and hesitant unless he’s having sex with the same person consistently. even then, he’s not super experimental, constantly worried about hurting the other person. if you two are dating, he takes things slow and definitely doesn’t make the first move. he waits for you to start something, finding your pace and matching it.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
cowgirlllllll all the way. he loooves seeing you on top, rolling those hips. if you have rolls, he’s all over it, squeezing and pawing at your soft skin. watching you bounce on his cock, seeing it bulge in your tummy has him reeling. that way, you have full control of how much you want, how fast you want it. he can finally relax, and let you take control. reverse cowgirl is hot, too, giving him a beautiful view of your ass as it wobbles atop him.
otherwise, doggy is a safe bet. you can always count on daryl to hold your hips the right way, hit it just so to make you melt.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
definitely not a goofy man, but a flustered mess, yes. blushing profusely, grumbling little ‘shuddup’s when you tease. he’s not one to make jokes during intimacy, but it’s mostly because he’s too focused on the task at hand.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
idk who said he’s well groomed but uh… that man does not own a razor. whatever hair he’s working with stays, and while you may convince him to shower regularly, he will not tame the bush (i like a hairy man, what can i say?). chest hair, armpit hair, back hair. god, he’s like a bear.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
daryl is not a romantic, not a smooth talker, not a flirt. but if he loves someone, he isn’t going to have sex unless he can handle the emotional aspect. he’s not going to call you his baby, not going to whisper sweet nothings, but he’ll tell you he loves you. he’ll praise you, tell you you’re doing so well. maybe he’ll stroke your hair (before pulling it), or kiss your neck softly.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
daryl doesn’t jerk it often. hell, he wouldn’t even think to do so unless he was falling for someone. when he finally admits to himself that he has a crush, it opens up a can of worms, and those worms are horny. i imagine he’d hold out until he was going mad, pressed against a tree in the woods or the side of a shed, fisting his cock trying to relieve himself quickly. he’s huffing and puffing, trying desperately to get rid of the arousal. i feel like he either can’t cum, or edges himself until he just falls apart. definitely struggles with shame afterwards, staring at his load sitting in the dirt, panting and sweating. if he can’t cum, oh god, he’s stiff and irritable for days. whining and close to tears as he jerks himself till it hurts, bucking his hips mindlessly.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
daryl has a complex relationship with sex, i feel like that is obvious. he’s fairly vanilla. but if he’s comfortable, he may open up about some stuff he might be into. i don’t feel that he’s had a chance to explore a lot of those kinks, but he’s definitely stroked his dick thinking about them. he’d moan if his hair got pulled during sex, or if you claw at his back in missionary. primal stuff gets him going; sex is a very primal thing for him. he’d love to fuck your throat, despite hesitation and concern for your wellbeing. he’d need a lot of reassurance to really explore his kinks.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
he’s not an exhibitionist, he’s not willing to do things in public, buuuuut!!! going back to the primal aspect of sex, doing it in the woods would be so hot to him, although he’d be hesitant. if you reassure him, he’ll fuck you anywhere, really. but against a tree, in the dirt, connected with nature, would get him going. otherwise, he’d love bending you over the couch, or the bed.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
daryl is not interested in PDA, and is very stubborn about keeping sex to when you two have time alone. you won’t catch him getting hard during a supply run because you rubbed up against him (“knock it off!”). with that being said, what turns him on? domestic things. you’re washing dishes? he’s coming up behind you, nuzzling your neck. you’re cooking? let him paw under your apron. you could be sitting still, reading a book, and he’d get all hot. all he’d want for his lover is for them to be comfortable, healthy and safe. seeing you enjoying life would make him drool.
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
like i mentioned earlier, he isn’t into PDA, public sex. if you tried to make the moves on him in front if the group, he’d shove you off, ignore you. sex, love and romance is private for him. he wouldn’t ever hit you, he won’t tie you up or gag you. he’s been through that on his own, and he does not want to recreate it.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
don’t get me started!!!! we all know daryl is a certified pussy muncher, eating you out with his whole body. he’s sloppy, drooling, slurping, sucking. he loves giving you head, doesn’t care if you haven’t showered, shaved, if you’re on your period. getting head is different, he’d be more hesitant to let you do it (“i wouldn’t put my mouth down there, why would i make you?”). once you did it, however, he’d be a total mess. whimpering, whining, struggling not to fuck your mouth. eventually, like i mentioned previously, he’d fall in love with throat-fucking you. once he found your limits, knew when to stop, how long to go for, he’d melt into it. of course, he’d only do it if you mentioned it. he’d be too nervous to ask for it.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
daryl is slow and hesitant, cautious and mindful. of course, once he gets permission, he might lose it a little, fucking you hard and fast. he struggles with self control, which is why sex is so hard for him. i imagine during sex, daryl might turn into a sweaty wreck, begging for you to tell him if he’s hurting you. he holds back for your safety, because he’s a big man, very strong, he could very well break you. generally, he wants to make it last, to ensure you’re satisfied. he doesn’t need to cum, as long as you feel good.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
again, daryl likes to make sex last, but time does not always call for that. if he’s comfortable enough, he may ask for a quickie, just to get some tension out. you might ask for one, and he’ll allow it if there’s time. it’s not his favorite thing, he’s pretty particular about when and where, but if he loves you, if he feels safe with you, he’ll do it.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
eh. i feel like the most he’d do is screw in the woods. if not for the apocalypse, yeah, i’m sure he would. but daryl is too much of a survivalist to take a lot of risks. especially with someone he loves, he won’t put your life in jeopardy for sex.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
oh boy!!! premature ejaculation daryl is canon per norman reedus himself, sooo… but! if he’s in a long-term relationship, stamina builds up, and he’ll go as long as he can to make you happy. he’ll torture himself if it means getting you off. overall, he’s not really down to go for hours and hours, he needs energy to protect his people, but he’ll do his best.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
no!
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
hehe. he’s a major tease once he’s established a relationship with you. making little comments that he knows will rile you up, edging you until you cry. once he learns your boundaries, what makes you tick, whoo, you’re in for it. he loves toying with you, rubbing your sex until your squirming all messy and desperate. he’s constantly making fun of how needy you get, how bad you want it or how quick you cum.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he’s quiet, for sure, but those feral grunts and groans escape his lips. he works hard, pounding into your tight holes with conviction. he’s sweating, huffing and puffing like a wild animal. he never gets real loud, always extremely self aware (unless you’re giving him head / rimming him, then he’s a whiney mess!!).
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
daryl’s first time trying something freaky was nerve-racking. he was shaking, constantly asking if you were okay. you kept saying, “daryl, i’m fine, you haven’t even done anything yet.” he was just so nervous, so scared to hurt you. all you had asked was for him to choke you during sex, and he could barely manage. once he sunk into your tight heat, you placed his fingers on your throat. he hesitated before he wrapped them around, squeezing gently. you had to guide him, reassuring him every five minutes. until he found a rhythm, got close, thrusting into you as you clenched around him. every time you moaned, begged for more, his hand tightened.
now, every time you ask for him to choke you, he will oblige. he loves hearing your wheezes and croaks as he squeezes your neck.
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
FINALLY!!!! daryl isn’t a monster, but mans is thick. call me a psycho idc, somewhere around 5-6 inches, cut, veiny, fat. untamed bush, do not test me. dad bod for sure, but we know he’s fit as hell.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
daryl could go his whole life without sex. if he needs to cum, he can do it himself. once he’s in love, though, all he wants is to provide and protect. that includes pleasing you. he doesn’t have a high sex drive by any means, but if you’re home, pouting with those pretty eyes, how can he deny you?
z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
daryl is a snorer. he’ll try so hard to stay up, to keep you entertained after, but he works so hard, especially if you’re needy that night. coated in sweat and slick, he just passes out next to you.
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italian sub said he wanted no limits masochism so hes leashed to his crate wailing while i break spaghetti noodles in half infront of him
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even more daryl aiming his crossbow🙏






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Dawg what are you doing in my house....
Alt under cuttttt
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Something about Norman Reedus + Deftones is just so hot to me. I can’t explain it it’s just such a good combo
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idc about liking comments, just bring back the porn
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Whenever I talk about whatever media I’m into at the moment imagine I am presenting the characters to you like this
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