#gill’s 13k celebration

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eek i'm back i'm sorry!

nobody by hozier

▷ dialogues: send me a character (s) and a scenario and i’ll write a dialogue!

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for some reason i have been reeling over the idea of daryl being infatuated with this, softer/ditsy girl who seems to tuck tail and run to him every little chance that she has, despite the fact that she can hold her own. she knows she has him wound up around her little finger, and he knows she knows it, but he won't do anything about it because there's just something about it that makes him feel whole? like he's needed fully for something that isn't his expertise or skill, but instead something that's new and foreign to him, yet she soaks every last bit of it up. and it's absolutely princess treatment around every corner - he wants to give her everything.

and when there's something that's bothering her that's out of his control, like terrible cramps or a sore hip, he tries so hard to be stoic about it, with 'alright, girl, 'yer fine,' but lets her curl up into his lap and have a good cry about it while he rubs her back </3

ugh yes <33 he acts like the silly little things she gets upset about/wants/needs are stupid but also he will jump through hoops to make you happy anyway <33

“It’s broken,” you whimper out, staring at the shattered shards of your favorite mug on the ground. It was an off white color with delicate flowers decorating it, and the second you’d seen it in the cabinets of the house that Deanna had given you you fell in love with it. Daryl scoffs.

“Ain’t a big deal, kid. Got plenty of cups.” He stops you when you crouch to pick up the pieces with a muttered “I got it,” bending down to do it himself. You huff.

“It was just so pretty. Don’t see much pretty stuff nowadays, it was nice to get to use it.” You can’t help how dejected you sound. Daryl just grunts, standing and tossing the broken ceramic in the trash. He gives you an awkward pat on the shoulder.

“You’ll survive.”

within a week he’s coming home from a run with a pink striped mug </33 he hands it to you like it’s nothing, mutters “was the prettiest one I could find”

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hey congrats on 13k !!

for nobody by hozier, maybe a quiet evening sat on daryl’s lap while he strokes a hand up and down your back? teasing you that you’re just his sweet girl. or maybe some thigh riding i can go either way for that man 👀

“I ain’t fuckin’ you again,” Daryl mumbles when you start rocking against his thigh. “I’m beat.”

You let out a small sigh, disappointed but not wanting to put pressure on him. When you still your movements and settle against his chest, his voice startles you.

“Didn’t tell you to stop.”

You lift your head, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me”

“Don’t mean you can’t rub one out.” He says plainly, a small smirk gracing his face at the look of embarrassment on yours. “Go ahead, doll face. Keep humpin’ my leg, we both know you can cum like that.”

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can you do a dialogue of what you mentioned before with RIck and Daryl arguing about who gets your ass?

“You got ‘er ass last time,” Daryl says gruffly when he notices rick thumbing over your tight hole. Rick scoffs.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t fuck her ass after your hunt last night.” The younger man snips back, making Daryl huff.

“Man, that don’t count. Wasn’t both of us.”

“Why don’t we let her decide, huh?” Rick says with a grin, gripping your hair to pull you upright on your knees. His hand wraps around your neck, holding your arched back to his chest.

“Want daddy to fuck your ass, sweetheart?” He says lowly into your ear, his breathe tickling the shell of it and making you shiver.

“Yes, daddy.” You breathe out with a bleary nod.

Daryl huffs as he moves to lay under you on the bed, knowing Rick has him beat.

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nobody - hozier

▷ dialogues: send me a character (s) and a scenario and i’ll write a dialogue!

thinking heavily about daryl always kissing at crybaby!reader’s tiny little bumps or scrapes, no matter if they’re barely visible - he’ll do it with a roll of his eyes and a ‘for fuck’s sake, girl” but does it anyway. or always carrying a hair band on his wrist, because he knows she’s always in need of one, despite how often he curses the way it cuts off his circulation and makes his fingers go numb.

sobbing :’))

“Daryl,” you murmur, holding up your hurt palm to him. There’s pebbles stuck in it, dirt streaked across it along with scrapes and thin streaks of blood. He looks at you and huffs.

“Y’fuckin’ trip again?” He mutters, grabbing your wrist and holding tight as he brushes off the debris. You whine, pulling against him at the sting, but he holds tight. “Easy.” He looks closer. “Ain’t that deep. You’re fine.”

You just look at him, a slight pout on your face, and he rolls his eyes. He leans down and gives your palm a quick kiss. “Happy?”

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nobody by hozier — crybaby reader cuddling up to daryl when rick is being mean or wanting to punish her because she knows daryl is the weak one :')

“He’s not bein’ fair.” You murmur as you lay your chin on Daryl’s chest, giving him your saddest eyes. Behind you, Rick scoffs as he unbuckles his belt.

“Doll, this don’t involve me. This is between you an’ him.” He tries to butt out immediately, knowing you’ll get him on your side if he doesn’t. You let your lower lip tremble in a pathetic pout.

“I didn’t even do anything,”

“Keep lyin’ and I’m adding more.” Rick warns. You turn to shoot him an angry look, seeing him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. You swallow nervously.

“Daryl, remember last time? Couldn’t even sit afterwards.”

His eyes soften slightly at the memory of you all teary eyed and whining after the last time you pissed Rick off, squirming in every chair for days after. His hand comes out to rub absentmindedly at the back of your scalp to soothe you.

“Take it easier on ‘er this time, man, alright?”

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Can I request Nobody by Hozier for stepdad!Rick teaching you to suck his dick?

“You done this before?” Rick asks as he sweeps your hair out of your face, gathering it up for you. You shake your head, eyes wide and trained on his hard cock.

“Never,” you admit. “Haven’t exactly had much of a chance to.”

He smiles at you, somewhere between sympathetic and self-satisfied. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll catch on quick.”

He guides your head down with a soft order of “open your mouth,” and when his tip passes between your lips you naturally latch on, sucking gently. He groans.

“That’s it. Ain’t so hard, huh?” He gently pushes your head downwards, his hands an unwavering pressure at the back of your head. “A little deeper now.” He doesn’t let up when you gag, teary eyes flitting up to his with slight panic. He keeps his smile more soothing this time. “Just relax, sweetheart. You can take it.”

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1950 by king princess

▷ visual aids: send me a tiktok, p!link, pinterest image, etc. and a character and i’ll write a dialogue!

thinking about this as daryl grunts obscenities into your ear, talking about how you can’t wait for just five minutes for him to be done - how you’re just helplessly desperate for his fingers (p!link!!)

“Fuck, girl.” He grits out next to your ear, his thick, rough fingers working against your g-spot. You’re canting your hips, chasing an orgasm that feels so close. “Look at you fuckin’ yourself on m’fingers. Need it bad, don’t you?”

“Please,” is all you can whine out, brain empty save for the concentration you’re putting into reaching your peak. “Daryl, please.”

It’s the way you say his name that gets him— the high pitched, broken gasp of it, the desperation behind it. He doubles his efforts, speeding up in a way he knows you need to fall over the edge.

“C’mon,” he grunts, making sure the heel of his hand meets your clit with each thrust. “Cum for me, baby.”

the next day if you try to give him lip he just scoffs and says “that ain’t what you were sayin’ last night when you were humpin’ my fuckin hand.”

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going gets tough by the growlers — daryl and his soft gf's daily life in the zombie apocalypse rippp

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13k is actually kinda slutty of you 🤭

nobody-hozier

Remus and his pre-moon mood swings + readers period aligning and together they raise hell toward siri and james (poly ofc)

“Would you move? You’re too warm, I’m sweating my ass off.” You grumble as you shove at Remus’s bulky limbs that encircle you. He rolls his eyes as he moves off of you.

“Doesn’t warmth help with the pain or some shit? That’s what you always say when you want one of us to rub your stomach.”

“That feels nice. Your entire furnace of a body pressed against me does not-“

“This really doesn’t have to be an argument.” Sirius pipes up.

“Don’t try to play mediator, Pads, it doesn’t suit you.” Remus snipes, making the other man groan.

“You guys are infuriating, you know that?”

Tears quickly sting at your eyes at Sirius’s frustrated tone. “I’m not trying to be,”

“He didn’t mean it like that, princess.” James quickly cuts in, reaching out to cup your face and swipe away your tears.

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nobody - hozier

▷ dialogues: send me a character (s) and a scenario and i’ll write a dialogue!

(if you're up to it - i also just adore hearing your take on things, so if you wanna just listen i'm so happy either way lol)

daryl finding you tucked into rick's side one evening when he was out late hunting, both of you asleep, it takes everything in him to not ease you away and take you for himself. instead, he just stays close, finding a space a few feet off from the two of you.

until a few hours pass and he feels a gentle rapping on his shoulder, only to find you're gazing up at him with this teary-eyed expression and a 'didn't get to get a cuddle."

plz you can just make out the way his eyes go all soft in the darkness and his hands quickly find your hips where you stand beside the armchair he was dozing in.

“Didn’t wanna wake you, hon. Or Rick, y’know he’s a light sleeper.” Daryl whispers. You sniffle and nod, and he guides you into his lap with a gentle “c’mere.”

You situate yourself atop him, head against his chest, and his arms settle around your back to hold you close.

“Catch anything?” You keep your voice hushed, careful not to wake the man on the couch a few feet away.

“Couple squirrels.”

“Mm, my favorite.” You say dryly. Daryl snorts softly.

“Don’t gotta eat it, brat.” He grumbles. Then, more softly, “Still got a couple hours till the sun’s up. Get some more sleep.”

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going gets tough by the growlers: being like a sister with beth and maggie?

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Congratulations on 13k!!!🥳

U so deserve this and more I love ur blog so much <3

Can u please do a dialogue were reader and Daryl have a tipsy make out sesh where he’s smoking and puts it in ur mouth while kissing sorry for that horrible description

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You’re kissing sloppily at his neck, perched in his lap, head fuzzy with your light buzz. When Daryl’s rough hand finds your chin to pull you away from his throat you whine, but he tugs you towards his own lips.

You feel smoke flood from his mouth to yours, seeping into your lungs when you inhale into the kiss. You let out a moan.

“Y’like that?” He murmurs lowly, still gripping your face, his thumb idly stroking your cheek. You grin dopily.

“Yeah, I like that.” You reply softly. You watch with blown pupils as he takes another drag, and this time you dive forward yourself, greedily taking in the smoke.

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hi! congrats on 13k love ❤️ could i get a nobody by Hozier for stepbrother remus and “just the tip”?

“Remus— are you sure this is okay?”

“Course it is. I’m not even gonna go in all the way.” He assures, large palms holding your thighs apart, his hard cock bobbing above your pussy. “Just lay back and enjoy it, baby. It’ll feel good.”

“…okay”

“Attagirl,” he drags the head of his cock up your slit, then puts just enough pressure to push the tip through your entrance. You gasp. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

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THIS EVENT IS NOW CLOSED!

thank you guys so much for 13k!! I hope ya’ll enjoy this celebration <3 i’m super grateful for all your support. as always, my requesting rules apply!

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emily by declan mckenna ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ cym: send me things to cast my mutuals as!

nobody by hozier ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ dialogues: send me a character (s) and a scenario and i’ll write a dialogue!

going gets tough by the growlers ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ moodboards: send me a character(s) and a scenario/au and i’ll make a moodboard!

cooks by still woozy ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ song association: send me a character and i’ll give you a love song that reminds me of them!

guru by coast modern ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ edits: send me a character and i’ll give you a hot edit of them

say hey by michael fronti ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ moot love: (moots only) i’ll tell you a song that reminds me of you!

1950 by king princess ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ visual aids: send me a tiktok, p!link, pinterest image, etc. and a character and i’ll write a dialogue!

talk too much by COIN ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

▷ mini games: fmk, would you rather, unpopular opinions, just about anything fun you want!

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hii congrats on 13k!! it’s so deserved you’re a great writer! could i request a dialogue for daryl of having to call him because he’s a mechanic & your car broke down and one thing leads to another & you end up having sex?

i think u meant this to be non-apocalyptic but i didnt realize that until i finished and i kinda like this so. instead this is in alexandria </3

“Think she’s good,” he says as he straightens up from bending under the hood, wiping his oil covered hands with a rag. You swallow, trying not to ogle him now that he’s looking at you.

“Thank you,” you say kindly. “Anything I can do for you? Repay the favor?”

“Nah,” he says immediately with a shake of his head. Then he pauses, looks you up and down, and you suppose your longing gaze and shifting thighs aren’t as subtle as you’d hoped, because when he meets your eye again he says “Unless you had somethin’ in mind, hon.”

Your cheeks warm up at the slight suggestiveness in his gruff tone, and you stammer dumbly. “I-I didn’t mean- I wasn’t—“

He reaches up and pulls down the hood with a slam, biceps bulging and making your breath hitch. “‘M messing with ya,” he shoves the dirty rag in his pocket. “Ain’t gotta repay nothin-“

You cut him off by crossing the space between you both and leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss.

The two of you don’t even make it into your house, you repay the favor right in the back seat of your car <3

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1950- king princess

This w/ ANY (or every..) band!marauders

“There,” Sirius stands up with a grin, capping the sharpie he’d used. You look down at the words freshly written on your panties. “Now no one’ll get any ideas.”

You can’t help but scoff out a laugh. “How many people do you think see my underwear?”

“The answer better be three.” Remus mutters from where he tunes his bass.

“Course it’s three.” You reply exasperatedly. “Which is why I don’t see the point of all this.”

“‘Cause it’s fuckin’ hot,” Sirius says with a smirk. “C’mon, baby, y’know you like being marked up.”