#jealous!zach

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*Do not copy my work*

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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[slaymiedrysdale]

HES SO GORGINA I LOVE HIM RAAAAHHHHH

[braininatankwithalaptop]

Has anyone talked about how envious Zach is of Zorian's life?

Zach is the classic fantasy protagonist/d&d character. He's an orphan with a tragic backstory and given a mission by the angels to save the world. But he doesn't know he's a character. He doesn't have parents, siblings, or even extended family.

Do you think that he used to deeply trust and rely on Tesen no matter how cold or dismissive he was? I wonder if there was a house servant that Zach clung to as his closest thing to a family and he could do or say nothing when they were fired, convinced that it was in the name of rebuilding his house. Based on his reputation and how people react to his success in the time loop I don't think he had many close friends at school either. Can you imagine how lost he was as a 15 boy being given two impossible missions (rebuilding his house and stopping the invasion) and then finding out how Tesen betrayed him and his family?

In the time loop he was alone for years without being able to make deep relationships with his newfound maturity and got blindsided by betrayal (again) by Red Robe.

Now can you imagine Zach comparing all of this to Zorian? Zorian was only in the time loop for about a decade. Zorian had a sister, two brothers, parents, and a friend he was decently close to before the time loop? When Zach reunites with Zorian he finds out he was able to convince Xvim, Kael, and Taiven of the time loop. If I were him I'd be wondering what I did wrong (or what was wrong with me) that I couldn't get as many people to believe me.

Now Zorian's life wasn't a cakewalk, and his time in the timeloop was much more stressful compared to Zach's due to the ticking clock and threats, but to Zach, Zorian was in a much healthier situation. His antisocialness could partly (not wholly) be attributed to not being aware of his empathy, but once he gets a handle on it (by becoming allies/friends with the aranea who can jury rig awareness of the time loop and retain memories) he flourishes. Zorian becomes much closer with his little sister and reconciles with his older brother, two connections Zach doesn't have an equivalent for.

I hope after the time loop Zach is able to get the life he's been hoping for.

[psychicbergara]

the watcher employee who thought it was a great idea to make this season of top 5 beatdown the season where every single guest is in love with ryan, should demand to get a raise

[acemagpie]

In which I barely know how to use tumblr, but have the balls to shamelessly give myself a self-plug

I wrote a fic :D And it’s about the Wild Kratts, AKA my first hyperfixation fandom

Never underestimate kids shows

Anyway, enjoy!

[le-agent-egg]

toxic (platonic) ishileon to less toxic (platonic) ishileon because of mondo to friendly (platonic) “i get you in a way no one else does” ishileon save me

[cammie-morgan-goode]

I was listening to "jealous" by Nick Jonas and idk why zammie came to my mind, can you please make a short fic with the kinda same theme around the song? I am asking cause I know you will give my thoughts JUSTICE 😭😭😭💗

This idea had been on my head lol, can I request a scene regarding zammie on a mission, but zach got jealous, like the song "jealous" by nick jonas? :D sorry and thank you hehe

Being a couple is brand new territory. Having someone there for you at all hours of the day. Someone you don’t want to be without. It’s all so simple. At least… sometimes it is.

Zach and Cammie hadn’t been out on a date in weeks. What with missions, cove ops homework, C&A homework, oh and at least twelve pages of assigned reading. It was hard being a spy and having a boyfriend. Or at least someone you want as a boyfriend.

Cammie sat in the library, pouring over pages in Advanced Encryption for Young Operatives, when she heard a voice. Or rather, voices. Male voices.

Having boys at an all girls school is something that Cammie still cannot understand. The boys from Blackthorne were anything but ordinary. They were good. Really good. And they were here at one of the top of the art spy schools in the country. (Mom always hated that she called it spy school) So hearing a few snickers and whispers from boys was something Cammie wasn’t used to.

Looking up from the pages of her book, she spots two boys across the library. She knows one by the name of Gunner and the other… is Brett. Brett Foreman. The two boys are pushing each other back and forth. Their voices and laughing is a definite distraction. What’s so funny about the Gallagher Academy library?

Cammie watches as Gunner and Brett slowly make their way across the room. It feels like it takes forever even though they were only 35 steps away from the table she was at. Cammie looks down at her book again, making a mental note not to look up.

One of them clears their throat. “Um h-hey there,” Brett says, his voice cracking. “You’re Cammie right?”

Cam looks up then, eyebrows raised. What did they want? “That’s me. What’s up?” She asks.

Gunner is the one that speaks this time as Brett opens his mouth and then closes it like a fish gasping for breath. “We were just wondering if you and Z—“Gunner doesn’t get to finish.

A voice sounds from behind Cammie. Exactly three tables away. “She and Zach, what?” The deep voice asks.

Cammie turns around, hair whipping behind her. She watches as Zach makes his way across the room. Where he’s usually laid back with his hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped, his feet hit the floor with purpose. His shoulders are squared and Cam notices the twitch in his jaw like he’s grinding his teeth. Cam looks back at the two boys and watches as they take a step back.

Is Zachary Goode jealous?

“Well, we-we-w-we were wondering if Cammie wanted to catch a movie. When we go into town this weekend.” Gunner says, pushing his chest out.

Oh my gosh! Is this what it’s like to be fought over?

Zach nods ever so slightly. Cammie looks back at him and then at the two boys. She opens her mouth to speak before Zach comes to a stop behind her chair. He places his hands on the back of her chair, by her shoulders. The hair on the back of her neck stands on end. He’s just behind her and her heart is thundering in her chest.

“Is that so?” Zach says slowly. Cammie can feel the heat coming off of him in waves. She doesn’t have to look at him to see the fire in his eyes. “Well, sorry to disappoint you fellas but Cammie Morgan isn’t available for a movie this weekend.” Zach moves and pulls out the chair beside Cammie, sitting down in it. “Or ever.” He says finally.

Zach drapes his arm over the back of Cam’s chair and pulls it closer to him. The side of Cammie’s leg brushes against Zach’s. She can feel the warmth of his skin on her calves.

Cammie is so shocked that she can only watch the two boys chuckle nervously and back away. Or rather, run away from Zach. As they hurry away, Cammie turns to the Blackthorne boy beside her. He’s still staring at the door that the two of them departed through.

“Zach,” she says. He doesn’t respond. “Zachary?” She says again. And no response.

Cammie grabs him by the jaw, forcing his gaze to meet hers. “Zach,” she says once more as he finally meets her gaze. She can’t help it. She laughs.

“What’s so funny?” Zach asks, annoyance tainting his voice.

His response only makes Cam laugh more. Zach frowns, staring at her. He arches a brow and asks again. “What?”

“You’re kinda cute when you’re jealous,” Cammie says with a small shrug.

Zach rolls his eyes. “I like what’s mine to stay mine,” he says matter of factly. Like it’s common knowledge.

Cammie doesn’t say it. But the butterflies in her stomach were turning into a stampede the longer Zach stared at her like that. Like she was his.

“So whatcha working on, Gallagher Girl?” Zach asks, breaking Cammie out of her thoughts.

Cam clears her throat and starts telling him what she’s studying. But, she doesn’t forget the way Zach looked at his classmates. And she doesn’t forget the feel of his hands on hers.

And she’ll never admit that maybe… just maybe… Zachary Goode likes her just as much as she likes him.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

(I know they aren’t on a mission so I’m sorry haha)

[anythingbyadriannelenker]

yeah guys last night was great and all but we could have been at the magic the gathering convention where elijah wood of the dj duo wooden wisdom played enya. that could have been us

https://x.com/toriofthevast/status/1705831042257739815?s=20

[p0ppybl00m]

i need this man in a way that is concerning to feminism

[eddiestattoos]

that works!

[reevezs]

@twistedhxart: "Happy Birthday, Zach! I thought you might like it and I hope you don't already have it. I wish you all the best!"

In his hands he held a record of Bohemian Rhapsody with autographs from the members of Queen on it, framed, so that Zach could hang it up if he wanted to.

@twistedhxart

"Wha- Are you out of your mind; today is a day like any other-" It's safe to say that Zach wasn't good at accepting birthday gifts, always a bit too casual about this day. He loved the gift and wouldn't want to come off as ungrateful, especially since he really appreciated Lian's effort. Who wouldn't! With a smile that only widened a bit more the longer Zach looked at the vinyl, he finally sighed, tired of his own attitude. "Thanks, Lian. I love it. The gift, the wishes, and that you remembered."

[jackass-jones]

Rebecca gales has bpd she told me herself

[sundrop-writes]

Need

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.)

Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you're his.

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.

Word Count: 3,000

The Walking Dead Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is mainly a smut fic - the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader and Daryl have a sexual relationship that skews slightly romantic; the reader's age is not at all specified; Daryl being very needy (hence the title); Daryl is more dominant the reader is more submissive, but there is no laid out rigid roles; Daryl is jealous and trying to 'claim' the reader after someone else makes sexual comments about her (when she is not around to hear those comments); mentions of Daryl drinking alcohol and smoking (does not take place during the fic, just a background element); some manhandling - from Daryl towards the reader (nothing unrealistic or beyond Daryl's known strength); oral sex - reader receiving (Daryl certified pussy eater); references to hunting/killing animals for food (come on, this is a Daryl fic); Daryl is slightly mean in this (he tells the reader to shut up) - but he's not vengeful or mean on purpose, he's just in a mood; spit kink - Daryl spits on the reader's pussy; pussy spanking (this was such a last minute addition and I am so glad I did); Daryl calls the reader 'woman'; overstimulation - towards reader; mention of the reader crying/having tears in her eyes (due to overstimulation); Daryl being very possessive due to his jealousy; hair-pulling - Daryl receiving; very slight anal play (Daryl tongues the reader's asshole - juust a bit); penis in vagina sex; unprotected sex - they don't use a condom and there are no mentions of other forms of birth control (don't be like them); there is no mention of Daryl cumming inside the reader, though because the fic ends before we get to his orgasm (sorry, Daryl); slight cockwarming; the sex gets rough toward the end; I believe that's it for this fic?

A/N: No, this was not the winner of the poll. But right now I am in a mindset for TWD fics because I have been watching the show and I think it's a good opportunity to get this one out of my drafts - especially because it's shorter and easier to edit. If it's not your thing, feel free to ignore it. Also, I am not doing a taglist for this one because a lot of people on the taglist last time did not follow my taglist rules (basically, they were tagged and they didn't show up to read the fic, so it feels like a 'why bother' type of situation). So I'm gonna clean out the taglist and after such a short time, I am considering quitting taglists altogether. Anyway, if you do read it, I hope you enjoy the fic.

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Need. 

That was the only word you could use to describe Daryl in those moments as he threw you down onto the cot and ripped your pants off with record speed. The air was absolutely ripe with need, the likes of which you had never felt or seen from Daryl before. Especially not in this magnitude. 

Daryl Dixon was someone who rarely came off as needy. 

Since the two of you had started this relationship (it was strange to call it a ‘relationship’ when there was so little conventional romance to it, and so few words) - Daryl was never someone you would have described as ‘needy’. He was always the definition of calm. He was level-headed, quiet, reserved - even more so in the face of your intense needs. The more you became a puddle of melded need, when you boiled over into pure want, especially in his presence, the more he turned into a stone wall of uncrackable cold hardness that you wanted so desperately to see crack. 

It was a game the two of you had been playing since day one. And he hadn’t lost yet, not once. 

Of course, the sex was amazing - even if he never let that facade down. He made sure that your overwhelming, unhidden need always came first. He made sure that you had cum first - usually more than once - before he even considered sticking his cock inside of you or letting you drop to your knees in order to serve him. He was never selfish - a man that lived to serve, in fact. 

That was why it surprised you when he came back from a run that day and grabbed you by your arm, practically dragging you out to the admin block. It was a place that you and Daryl had set up a little nest for personal privacy in the old warden’s office. Daryl had chosen the location both for its privacy, and for the wonderful irony. 

He found it downright hilarious that he was someone who had been reprimanded by cops before the total collapse of society and had been nearly arrested half a dozen times (he liked to put the emphasis on nearly, because he was a fast runner and often disappeared into the woods where they didn’t care to chase him, in contrast to someone like Merle, who was a known drug dealer was of far more interest to them - and much slower). Daryl was someone who could have easily ended up in prison, and now he could sit behind a warden’s desk and smoke a stash of fancy cigars that he had found hidden, and he had polished off the fancy whiskey in between fucking you. 

And he took an even greater enjoyment in fucking you pinned against the warden’s desk - but for practical purposes, he had lugged a cot into the office and set up a more comfortable space for the two of you there. The two of you even slept there sometimes because he still refused to sleep ‘in a cage’ - as he put it. Everyone else in the prison liked to fake that they didn’t know where the two of you went, but really - they were just glad that your love nest was far enough away from everyone else that they didn’t have to be subjected to the sounds you and Daryl made. 

And you were glad that you didn’t have to pretend to go hunting in order to escape to the woods for some privacy. Especially because, even as capable as Daryl was, the threat of Walkers looming over your head while he fucked you did make it a bit difficult to get fully lost in the sensations. 

But all of that was far at the back of your mind while he shucked off his crossbow and tossed it aside carelessly (usually he was someone who was careful to put away his weapon, not wanting to damage it so that he wouldn’t have to waste precious time on repairs) - but today, there was something simply rabid about him. Something itching and impatient. 

You couldn’t deny that it turned you on, but you had to question what had caused the shift in him. Especially when all of your little games - your teasing, your flirting, your dirty words - hadn’t been able to crack him for months. 

“Daryl, what’s gotten into-?” 

You couldn’t even finish posing the question before he began ripping on the waistband of your pants once again. That tense irritability became potent in the air once again when the fabric got caught up in your boots, Daryl letting out a deep grunt and glaring at the obstacle. 

You reached for the laces in order to get everything off, thinking this was what he wanted, but he simply put two large, commanding, calloused hands on the backs of your thighs and shoved down - hard. He pinned you down to the cot with a tough force, something that made the metal of the supposedly temporary furniture squeal with a worrying sound. You almost didn’t hear it over the pitiful, whorish gasp that escaped your lips. 

He was never like this. He was never so desperate. 

You loved it. Your body was flooded by heat, equally as desperate within seconds. 

“Daryl!” You cried out, half confused, half hot red and turned on. 

Your cunt ached fiercely and clenched around nothing and Daryl locked eyes with that pulsing gash, letting out a pleased hum. There was barely a blink before he dove between his own hands, digging in his fingers in tightly where they held onto your quivering muscles and immediately he licked a long, hard stripe up the center of your pussy. 

Hungry. 

That was a word you would have used to describe Daryl many times before.

He was messy and shameless when he ate meals. You had seen him dig into game bloody and raw when he had taken you out hunting, when he was starving and impatient and truly treasured a fresh kill. 

Currently, that’s exactly what you felt like - a fresh kill, recently captured by him, a true prey animal under his grasp being absolutely devoured while you could do nothing more but lay there and take it. 

It felt utterly amazing. 

It felt like where you belonged. 

The room soon became filled with sounds - loud, adamant slurping as his tongue furiously worked over your cunt, creating the same kind of shameless slobber that he did when he was thoroughly enjoying a meal. Your gasps and moans shuddering through your lungs as the sensations rocked your body, the pitiful squeaking protests of the cot as Daryl leaned against you more, putting more weight on those rusting springs. 

He began moaning against your heated flesh while he continued to hold you down by your trembling thighs, and while your ears rang with blood and your face bloomed with heat, you soon realized that the distant, repeated keening sound you could hear - almost like a dying cat - was you. 

You were having difficulty catching your breath and you quickly became dizzy from the hot, heavy pleasure vibrating up your body from his tongue. Made even better by the feeling of his coarse beard rubbing against your sensitive pussy lips, and the deep vibrations of his moans against you. 

All you could do was tightly clutch onto the blanket you had used to make up the cot and buck your face against him, hoping for him to shove his tongue deep inside of you or put some more persistent attention on your needy, throbbing clit, rather than simply grazing against the sensitive organ with each pass, making you more and more needy - 

Daryl groaned into your cunt and then, much to your frustration, he pulled away completely. 

“Stop squirmin’.” He grunted at you, his voice a whole new shade of dark and lustful thick that you had never heard from him - one that made your whole body quiver. 

You let out a pathetic moan, more wetness gushing out of you. 

“Daryl, please-” 

“Shut up.” 

Somehow, him barking this rudely at you made you even wetter. 

You squeaked out another pathetic little sound, expecting that he would get back to devouring you like you were his last meal, seemingly for his own pleasure - but then, he managed to surprise you yet again. 

He used his hold on your thighs to spread your legs (as much as he could with your pants still tangling your ankles together). And then he pursed his lips and heaved a thick, heavy glob of spit onto you - aiming perfectly and causing it to land right on your sensitive, swollen clit. 

Just like his perfect mouth, it was hot and slick, and simply seeing the shiny bead come from his lips to land on you caused you to scream and buck against him like a cow being branded. Which is exactly what he had intended - for you to be branded by him, marked as his, fully owned by him. 

Hot tears of pleasure escaped your eyes and he locked right onto your gaze - even through the choppy dark curtain of his too-long bangs, his steel blue eyes pierced into your soul and the burning lust you saw there punched you in the gut. When he took one of his hands off your thigh, you didn’t have a moment to think about what he was going to do before he brought the heavy pads of his tough, well-worked fingers down onto your already sore clit and spanked you. 

Once, twice, three times - something he had done to you before, knowing exactly how hard to hit you without making it painful, just enough to jolt shocking pleasure through your body and make you sob. 

“Listen, woman.” 

He ground his voice again, lowly, making you shiver when he leaned in and gripped your face with that now wet hand, forcing you to face forward and pay attention to him. You stared at him through tear-misty eyes, absolutely enraptured and lustful, wanting nothing more than him. 

“This is mine.” He growled these words with quiet power, driving his point home with another smack to your cunt that had you crying out and seizing against the touch. 

“Yours.” You chirped back, eager to affirm it, your brain filled with nothing but him. “Yours, all yours. Daryl-” 

Before you could babble out any more affirmations, he took an even tighter, possessive, bruising death grip on you once again. One hand on your hip and the other on your thigh - trying to keep you right where he wanted you as he dove back in, just as hungry. This time he gave into exactly what you wanted, seemingly because your words had been what he wanted. He knew you all too well even without words, and he latched his mouth around your mound with intent, laving his tongue furiously across your clit without relenting. 

You weren’t sure which was worse - the teasing, or him tongue-fucking your clit like he was trying to drive you insane. 

Your hand flew to his hair with the intention of shoving him off as white hot sparks of overstimulated pleasure-pain flew up through your gut, but your muscles curled instinctively and you wove a tight grip into his locks without thinking. Unintentionally drawing him closer and locking him in place as you gurgled out cries of wounded pleasure and he continued to moan against you, almost making your poor clit numb. 

But of course, being as perfect at this as he was with everything else, he drew an orgasm out of you just as he wanted to. 

“Daryl! Fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m - ah!” 

He moaned against you in pure pleasure as it happened, and then he retreated down your pulsing hole to lick up every single bit of your wetness as it freshly flowed out of you. He continued to moan, slurping and flexing his tongue so he wouldn’t miss a drop, eating you like the finest delicacy he had ever experienced. His tongue even strayed down your perineum, dipping into your other hole a bit, clearly unafraid and never shy, not wanting to miss a single bit of your taste. 

You were left panting, desperate to catch your breath, and with your brain still completely out of commission, he stood up, his mind already on an entirely new track. You couldn’t contain your whine of disappointment when all of his warmth was suddenly gone, even his hands losing contact with your thrumming skin. 

“Daryl-?” 

You didn’t have long to question it before you heard the sound of a zipper. 

Not even knowing when you had closed your eyes, you whipped them open to see him shoving his pants down to mid-thigh and pumping his cock in hand a few stray times before he stepped toward you. You weren’t the biggest fan of the ‘bent in half like a pretzel’ position, as your back was starting to ache slightly, but he took the look of pure hunger in your eyes was all the consent he needed (especially with the way your gaze was focused on his cock, the slight glisten of precum beading at the tip). 

He was secure in knowing that you would stop him or tell him no if you needed to. 

And there were absolutely no thoughts of stopping on your mind when he put a hand back on your hip and used the other hand to guide his cock into you, sinking deep inside of your slicked, hot cunt in one smooth movement. 

Fuck - he always filled you up so fucking good. 

“Dar-” 

“All fuckin’ day.” Daryl growled out, tight through his teeth, taking only a single moment before he began to pump his hips forward, fucking into you. 

He wasn’t quite as furious as before, his pace slower now. Seemingly, he had gotten some of that pure need out of his system by eating your pussy. He began to thrust in and out of you at a leisurely pace, making you feel comfortably, pleasantly full. 

“All fuckin’ day, I had to listen to Zach’s goddamn yappin’.” 

Your brain was slowly coming back into function. 

He had gone on the run with Zach and Sasha. 

You thought Daryl liked Zach? 

Surprisingly, Daryl then reached for your shoes and began undoing the laces - perhaps now finally interested in getting your pants and shoes out of the way. You just laid back and let him do whatever he pleased, your cunt flashing with a warm, pleasant feeling - simply enjoying that it was Daryl fucking you. 

“Had to listen to that little smart-mouthed fuckin’ asshole-” 

Daryl let out another grunt, smacking his hips into yours particularly hard, causing you to let out a gasp. He took off one of your shoes and dropped it to the ground. 

“Had to listen to him go on and on about you.” 

What? 

Then went the other shoe. 

Your jeans followed soon after, easily untangled from your legs by Daryl’s deft fingers, making your legs free up to spread widely, inviting him in further - he laid himself down against your body, and you found your muscles much less stiff with your knees bracketing around his waist. There was another moment of comfortable fullness - stillness, as he laid there, nosing at your neck, seemingly enjoying your scent with deep breaths. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way you knew he liked, boiling over with curiosity until the question leapt out of you. 

“What happened with Zach?” You had to ask, still slightly fuck-dumb and confused. 

You didn’t know it, but hearing the name come off your lips was enough to trigger another intense wave of that feeling in Daryl. The jealousy, the neediness, the urge to claim you. 

Daryl let out another harsh growl - a sound coming from him that made your pussy leak around him and clench down hard on his cock. He grabbed both your hands and entwined your fingers with his - a fierce, demanding grip rather than a romantic one. He kept you pinned in place, right where he wanted you, and he began fucking his hips into you at a fast, hard pace that was enough to push a scream right from your lungs. 

“He - would-n’t - shut - the - fuck - up.” Daryl grunted in your ear, emphasizing each sharp syllable with a deep, harsh pounding of his hips into your pussy. “About you.” He whispered those words lowly, dangerously into your ear. 

“Daryl-” You gasped, your whole body dizzy and vibrating with that electricity once again. 

“About your ass-” 

He reached down and grabbed your ass - harsh, digging his fingers into the flesh with a possessive touch that made you cry out. He hammered his hips forward and used that touch to drag you toward his cock, fucking you onto him like a fleshlight for a few moments before he continued speaking. 

“About your tits-” 

He reached up and groped your breasts aggressively through your shirt, popping one of the tiny decorative buttons. A wreckage that would only serve to show off more cleavage in the end. Your nipples instantly became stiff under his touch and you arched into his hands - only for the rough, wonderful feeling to be gone too soon. 

“Daryl,” 

“He wouldn’t stop talkin’ bout what you might look like when you cum.” He growled out. “When he ain’t never gonna get to know.” 

It was thrilling, him being so possessive of you now. But you knew that it was so Daryl. Him being angry at Zach for speaking about you in a vulgar way, but holding his tongue - not speaking up then because he wanted to keep your relationship private, didn’t want to claim you in front of someone publicly. 

Or he simply kept his mouth shut because he didn’t want to lose his temper when they had a job to do. 

“He wouldn’t stop-” 

“Please, I’m yours.” You moaned out, grinding your hips into him desperately, needy for his full and focused attention. 

As much as you enjoyed the jealousy streak that had started this heated encountered, you needed Daryl to focus on you now - not on the words of some petty boy who had either been trying to rile Daryl up or didn’t even know the two of you were together because of the lack of PDA in your relationship. 

“Daryl, please. I’m yours.” 

“Tha’s right,” Daryl growled out, his voice dangerously low. “You’re mine.” 

He leaned tightly over you once again, and when his hips picked up speed - you were done for.

...

A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a oneshot, and there will not be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has already been written. If you like this and you want to see more of my fics in my style, you can check out my most recent fic Heaven's Gate, which is also a Daryl Dixon x Reader fic, or you can check out my other TWD works on AO3.

[angelsdvsts]

"  and  yet  you  still  did  it..  could've  sent  him  a  simple  text  to  go  out  of  the  locker  room  to  grab  it,  "  wasn't  even  sure  why  he  was  giving  her  such  a  hard  time  --  maybe  it  was  simply  because  he  didn't  like  the  two  together.  finding  that  his  time  with  his  best  friend  has  been  stolen;  keeping  those  thoughts  to  himself,  not  needing  it  to  get  out.  eyes  rolls,  arms  crossing  over  chest,  "  listen  --  i  tell  it  to  his  face  all  the  damn  time,  he's  distracted.  he  needs  to  get  his  shit  together,  maybe  sitting  out  one  game  won't  be  bad,  "  male  points  out  with  a  shrug  of  his  shoulders,  it  wasn't  like  he  totally  disliked  the  dude,  though  there  could  be  much  improvement  with  the  other.  zach  was  unable  to  think  of  anything  before  he  spoke  too  quick  for  his  mind  to  process,  "  parents  are  throwing  a  party  next  week  for  like  their  fortieth  anniversary  next  week,  you  gotta  be  my  plus  one.  "

'   i   know   that.   '   brows   furrow   at   homme's   words,   had   listened   her   best   friend   complain   about   their   coach   on   a   daily   basis,   but   zuri   wasn't   thinking   about   that   –––– knew   she   would   only   be   inside   the   locker   room   for   less   than   thirty   seconds.   '   chris   told   me   he   hadn't   arrived   yet   so   i   thought   it   would   be   okay,   it   almost   was   but   he   caught   me   leaving.   '   a   quiet   scoff   leaves   her   lips   as   zach   begins   to   criticise   the   other's   playing   ability,   has   already   warned   him   about   dismissing   her   boyfriend   before.   '   right,   okay,   zach.   that's   so   team   player   of   you.   '   timbre   sardonic   as   she   rolls   her   eyes.   '   you   shouldn't   be   talking   shit   about   your   team   mates,   how   are   you   expected   to   grow   both   individually   and   as   a   team?   '   wasn't   surprised   to   hear   that   his   crush   on   her   friend   was   over,   fem   remembered   that   particular   nasty   night   and   zach   hadn't   spoken   about   the   blonde   much   after   but   still,   zuri   needed   to   gift   him   something   that   would   mean   something.   '   fine,   zach,   what   do   you   want?   name   your   price.   '

[kitkatpadywaks]

Daryl Dixon fic recs

I got a renewed interest in this man after 8 years and found a lot of fics.

Key: 🔥Smut - 💢Angst - ❤️Fluff - 💀Dark Themes - 💕Slow Burn - ❤️‍🩹Hurt/Comfort

Last Updated: 17th December 2024

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💢❤️Long Time Coming by @midnight-shadow-cafe (Daryl Dixon x reader)

🔥"Laundry Day" by @virginsexgod69 (Daryl Dixon x f!Reader)

summary: a laundry mishap turned into a dream come true 

💀💕Is It Better To Speak or To Die? by @xwritingdixonx

summary: After being rescued from Woodbury by Rick's group, you struggle with living a "normal" life in the walls of the prison. The trauma's inflicted on you at the hands of the Governor drag you to the deepest depths. A certain archer is the only one who can drag you back out.

🔥💢Cigarettes After Sex by @d1xonss (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

🔥Practice Makes Perfect by @d1xonss (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

🔥Something New by @d1xonss (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

💢❤️Forever by @d1xonss (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

🔥BASOREXIA by @sadslay (daryl dixon x fem!reader)

(n.) the overwhelming desire, or sudden urge, to kiss someone.

🔥Photos of You by @tinachristeen (Fem!Reader x Subbish!Daryl Dixon)

🔥Daryl Dixon x Reader by @daryltwdixon ❤️Daryl Dixon x Reader ❤️Daryl x Reader Blurb 🔥Teach You (Daryl Dixon x Reader) 🔥season 1!Daryl x Reader

🔥Teasing will get you somewhere by @heathermason6060 (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

summary: Reader wants to see Daryl at his breaking point, teasing and depriving him of release until he gets there. 

🔥And there was only one bed by @heathermason6060 (Rick Grimes x F!Reader x Daryl Dixon)

summary: Rick, Daryl, and reader get caught out on a storm and take shelter in a small cabin. They're stuck there for the night, and you'll never guess what happens next. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

🔥Three Hour Drive In Two by @heathermason6060 (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

summary: You call Daryl over the radio and tell him you're tired of the games, and want to finally have sex. Daryl drops everything he's doing to get to you. 

🔥Matchmaker Merle by @heathermason6060 (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

summary: Merle tries to get Daryl laid with an old family friend. Apparently, Merle is a master matchmaker? Buildup to smut. 

🔥Missing Matchmaker Merle by @heathermason6060 (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

summary: You and Daryl distract each other from missing Merle.

🔥Stars In The Dark by @heathermason6060 (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

summary: You're a former farm hand at the Greene Farm. You swoon over the new hunter, and he notices.

🔥God Bless The Horny French by @heathermason6060 (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

summary: Daryl is accidentally exposed to an experimental extreme aphrodisiac while on a run. He tries to hold himself back, but eventually gives in and begs the reader to help him.

🔥Need by @sundrop-writes (Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader)

summary: Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.)

Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you're his.

Shower Thoughts, Water Falls by @daryldove (daryl x gn!reader)

it happened quiet by @nervoushottee (daryl dixon x fem!reader)

summary: [1.5k] What you and Daryl have is a soft quiet love.

Secrets by @dixons-sunshine (Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader)

❤️Good Job! by @dixons-sunshine (Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader)

summary: When out gathering supplies with Daryl, he successfully catches your dinner. To show him how proud you were, you bestowed him the highest honour you could at that moment—a sticker.

Sweet Treats by @dixons-sunshine (Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader)

Love Notes by @dixonsgirl93

❤️"The Little Spoon" by @formylovetodaryldixon

summary: During a night of drinking, you let Maggie, Glenn and Carol know that Daryl likes to be the little spoon.

Like Gravity by @formylovetodaryldixon

❤️❤️‍🩹Soft Edges by @wolvietxt (daryl dixon x reader)

🔥I Like It Long by @corvidcrossbow (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

summary: While out on a run, you and Michonne start lightly teasing Daryl for having his hair grown out. But there's a hidden reason as to why he won't cut it.

Hair by @megjameswrites (Daryl Dixon x reader, Daryl Dixon x OFC)

summary: Overstimulation and a near death experience lead to an impromptu haircut in the woods. The archer can also be a hairdresser, albeit not a great one. But it isn’t the hair that matters so much as the help.

❤️lazy mornings by @scudslut (daryl x f!reader)