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[kdogreads]

Stress Relief

Carmen Berzatto x f!reader

TW: piv, SOFTY SOFT SMUT, but smut nonetheless — minors DNI I swear, fluffy sweet talk, so many pet names, cursing bc it’s Carmy, size kink and praise kink

AN: This is my first Carmy fic 🤤 Let me know what other shenanigans you want him and the reader to get up to 🤪🥰

The door slamming shut startled you out of your thoughts, jolting you away from the book you were previously lost in.

“Baby?” Carmy’s voice echoed down the hallway.

“In here,” You called back, sliding your make-shift bookmark - an old gas station receipt Carm emptied out of his pocket - in between the pages.

He turned the corner into your bedroom where he found you lounging comfortably on the bed. The stress was written all over his face. His brows pulled together as he ran a hand through his messy curls.

“Come here, baby,” You quickly slid down to the end of the bed, climbing onto your knees and opening your arms up, “What happened?”

Carmy let out a deep groan as he stepped into your embrace. He nuzzled his face into your neck, his hot breathe dancing over your cool skin.

“Long day,” He whispered as he peppered kisses onto your jaw, “Work with fuckin’ idiots.”

You hummed something halfway between a laugh and a moan as Carm sucked lightly on your clavicle. Your head fell back slightly as he started overtaking your senses.

“Need you, sweet girl,” Carmy groaned into your salty skin, “Need to feel you.”

He leaned into you, lips drifting up to clash into yours. His calloused hands slid under your thighs and pulled you down to lie on your back.

Carmy’s hands started clawing at your shirt, your shorts, your bra, anything he could reach.

He leaned away from you to swiftly pull his shirt over his head, and you used the quick break to slide your lounge shorts halfway down your thighs before Carmy pulled them completely off. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing, a combination of lust and need and anguish and excitement.

You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your cheeks as he unbuttoned his jeans, flipping onto his back to slide them off along with his boxers.

In a matter of seconds, you were both fully naked and Carmy’s lips were making their way from your neck to the valley between your breasts to your stomach. Your breath hitched as he adjusted his position to wrap his thick arms around your thighs and breathed over your aching core.

“Fuck, I missed her today,” He growled, prodding experimentally at your already-dripping folds, “Missed you, pretty girl.” His lips connected with your inner thigh in such a way that made you jump, the anticipation practically seeping out of your pores.

“Take what you need from me, baby,” You purred reaching a hand down to grab into the curly mop on top of his head.

A devilish smile crept across his lips. Before you could react, Carmy’s tongue was slapping against your folds, moving from your weeping hole to your clit in a fast, repetitive pattern.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips up into his face as he kept up the punishing pace. Something between a chuckle and a grown vibrated from his lips and straight into your core, making your writhe against him even more.

“Oh, fuck, Carm,” You gasped, feeling the pressure build in your core, “pleasepleaseplease.”

You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, but Carmy always managed to figure it out. He reached around your shaking thigh just then and slid a thick finger into your clenching hole. You let out a whimpering “Carmyyyy” as he worked his digits in and out of you in rhythm with his tongue circling your swollen clit.

“That’s it, baby,” He growled into you, bringing you closer to the edge, “Come on, that’s right.”

He stretched a second finger into you and you were done for. The blinding bliss took over as you curled your toes and arched your back up off the bed. The hand in his hair clenched into a tight fist as the soft walls inside you spasmed frantically against his still-pumping fingers. You ground your center against his mouth involuntarily as he helped you ride out your high.

When the room finally stopped spinning, you looked down to see a grinning Carmy propped up on one elbow, just enjoying the view.

“Come here,” you breathed out and grabbed at his shoulders for him to meet your lips. He kissed you languidly, his face still covered in your slick.

“My girl,” He whispered into your lips before sliding backwards and pulling your legs along with him, “So beautiful.”

He positioned the two of you on the edge of the bed, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder. He gave himself a few strokes before nudging your clit with his swollen tip.

Your body jolts at the contact and a Carmy lets out a breathy laugh. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue circling your mouth before sinking all the way into your tight heat in one swift motion.

Carmen’s brows drew together as he grit his teeth, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back into to you.

“Fuck, Carm, fuck,” You moaned out loud, followed by a chorus of gasps each time he slammed his hips into you. The sound of skin slapping together and stifled groans echoed off the walls.

Carmy looked almost pained each time he slid his thick length in and out of you, his lips parted as he stares, mesmerized by the place where the two of you connect.

“You’re fucking killin’ me, baby,” He growled as he leaned in to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips, “Look so goddamn sexy takin’ my cock like that.”

You smiled sweetly with lust-blown eyes, and reached up to grab his thick curls in your trembling grasp.

Carmen snaked a hand between your rutting bodies and pressed just right on your clit, circling the swollen bundle with two slick fingers. A breathy gasp flies from your lips as pleasure burns through your veins, surprising you with its intensity.

You were lost in your pleasure for a long moment, writhing and whining under Carmy’s solid body. When you peeled your eyes back open, you could see the look of restraint written on his face, Carmy’s hips stuttering and breaking the pace for the first time.

“Please—please fill me up, Carm,” You panted as he slammed his hips into you, faster this time, “Please cum in me, baby.”

Carmen’s willpower gave out, growling and groaning as his whole body tensed up to release hot ropes of his seed into your fluttering walls.

Some combination of curse words and praises fell from his lips as he rode out his high, his hands clawing at your own.

“Fuck, baby—God you’re so fuckin’ perfect, shit—Ah.”

He stilled his movements as his gaze fluttered back to yours, pupils blown and sweat dripping from the curls stuck to his forehead.

“Jesus,” He breathed with a grin on his face, slowly settling his weight next to you on the bed, “I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

You laughed, still slightly out of breath as you snuggled onto Carmy’s chest, “You love me or you love my pussy?”

Carmen let out the most relaxed, full-bodied laugh you’d heard in a while before wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Both,” He kissed your forehead sweetly, “But mostly you.”

You let out a cheeky Mmhhmmm and settled against his skin, happy to be able to relax in each other’s space for even a moment.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass before you feel Carmy shuffle a little under your embrace.

“Baby?” He whispers into your hair and you tilt your head up to meet his loving gaze, “You’re my favorite stress reliever by far.”

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto #carmy smut #the bear #carmy x reader #kdogreads

[dreamtofus]

Broken Tension

Author's Ramble: i kinda did a spin on it cus it was hard to imagine daryl doing anything ever (im delu). anyways i'm literally struggling but i guess writing is like a fresh breath!! i actually write poetry but im insane so i'd rather post my stories for crazy people rather than my beautiful knotted strings of words. (guys someone tell me if second person present or third person past is better)

Prompt: Daryl x Reader smut but the kids interrupt (there's no smut sorreee)

Summary: You and Daryl seem to have something going on and try to take it upstairs, only to find a surprise awaiting you

Contains: Slight mention of alcohol, pretty gender neutral I think , Carl and Judith mentioned

Word Count: 435

The stairs creek with pressure as your hands intertwine, leading him up the stairs, a light jog set in your pace. You recall the moment previously shared with Daryl, only to feel the apples of your cheeks warm in response. You're grateful the hallway is dim.

Flushing your brain for the recent memory, you had found yourself grabbing his neck to push him closer, protected from Deanna's partygoers by a sturdy green bush. The rough pebbles and debris poked your knees, but how could you mind when Daryl was compressing his rose lips against yours? When the two of you decided the lack of privacy was suffocating, you wrapped his hand in yours, leading to your house.

Your foot lands on the final step of the wooden planks, resulting in a whining screech. Your back hits the wall as a large chest presses you against the wall. He's sloppy, messy, sensual, and maybe slightly buzzed. Once you press away he takes the hint, leading you to your bedroom.

The wide knobby oak plank door is pushed open by a sturdy hand. You follow him, only to hit your nose between his lower shoulder blades. Taken aback by the sudden halt, you look around him to meet a surprising duo.

Judith smiles sweetly at you, while Carl adorns a jackass smile.

You take a stride away from Daryl and into the room.

"Hey, what's up?" You smile bashfully, like a child caught in the act of something forbidden.

A flustered red adorns the apples of your face.

Carl slightly wiggles his eyebrows, slowly giving you a sly smile as his eyes slowly dart between you and Daryl. Judith doesn't suspect anything, much to your relief. Daryl situates himself against the door frame, biting the side of his thumb.

Judith casually looks up at you, "We left my books here. Sorry..."

"It's quite late. I'm sure your parents would like you both home soon." Your lips purse into a tight and awkward slight.

The little girl nods and collects her books, you pat her back when she walks past you. Daryl shifts, allowing Judith to exit with Carl on her heels. Carl doesn't miss the opportunity to wink at Daryl (getting a shy grunt in return), before closing the door behind him.

An idle moment of silence passes between the two of you, allowing the sound of the front door shutting to be heard. You pace towards Daryl and cup his face between your hands in a schmaltzy manner. You lean into a slotted soul kiss as his hands find the waist of your figure.

Tags: @kdogreads

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #twd #twd fic #twd x reader #daryl #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl fanfiction #norman reedus #twd daryl x reader #twd fluff #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead fanfiction #dilfism #im crazy guys #i have an alternate persona when there's no one watching

[live-love-be-unique]

This is purely a self indulgent piece of fluff because I think we all need a bit of Chef Luca love (featuring Choux the cat because I fully believe that Luca would be a proud cat dad)

Dance With Me

Oogum, oogum, boogum, boogum

Boogum now, baby, you're castin' your spell on me

The music woke you up first, then the sunlight streaming through the curtains. Your lips curl into a smile as you stretch your arms up over your head. Music only played in the apartment early in the morning on your favorite days. The days that Luca had off, the days where he wasn’t racing out the door before the crack of dawn to head to the restaurant. The days you had him all to yourself.

I say, "Oogum, oogum, boogum, boogum

Boogum now, baby, you're castin' your spell on me"

Sitting up and pulling the covers off you as you stepped onto the soft rug that covered the hardwood floor. You padded your way down the hallway, walls covered with pictures and memories the two of you shared, through to the kitchen.

The sweet smells of vanilla and cinnamon fill your nose as you found perhaps your favorite sight.

Luca has his back to you as he works over the stovetop, plaid pajama pants slung low on his waist, his tanned and toned body on display for you. He hadn’t spotted you yet, back still turned to the door as he cooked, head bopping as he sang softly along to the music. You smile to yourself leaning against the doorframe and watch as Luca moves around the kitchen with a relaxed, practiced ease.

Your little gray tabby cat rubs itself against your legs, leaning down you whisper “hi Choux” as you scratch his head. Luca turns around and sees you.

An easy grin graces his face, “Mornin’ baby, did I wake you?”

“No, but I appreciate the show” you say, your eyes drifting down over his tattooed arms and toned chest.

Luca smirks, holding his hand out to you “dance with me”. Grasping your hand, he pulls you close against his warm chest as you sway to the music. Laughing as he twirls you around.

Luca sings along as you dance and twirl together around the room

You got me doin' funny things like a clown

Just look at me

When you wear your bell bottom pants

I just stand there in a trance

I can't move, you're in the groove

Would you believe, little girl, that I am crazy 'bout you

Now go on with your bad self.

He spins you again and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you as you sway together, Luca’s head resting on top of yours.

When you wear those big earrings, long hair and things

You got style, girl, that sure is wild

And you wear that cute trench coat and you're standin' and posin'

You got soul, you got too much soul.

As the song comes to an end Luca dips you and he kisses you, lips moving languidly against yours.

“I made breakfast” Luca mutters against your lips.

“French toast?” You ask smiling, extracting yourself from his warm embrace and boiling water for your coffees.

“Mhmm” Luca comes up behind you, brushing your hair off your shoulder as he nuzzles into your neck, placing delicate kisses just below your ear. “With a strawberry coulis”

“My favorite” you smiling warmly, turning in Luca’s arms standing up on your toes and placing a kiss on his lips.

Luca lifted Choux off the kitchen table as you placed the coffee mugs down with the plates of French toast.

Sitting together in a comfortable silence, your legs draped over Luca’s lap as he mindlessly massages your calves. His fingers began to dance higher and higher upward, over your knees. You can see his grin form as he sips his coffee.

“What are you up too?” You ask chuckling as Luca fingers graze the edges of your sleep shorts.

“Nothing at all” He smirks, meeting your eyes, as his fingers continue exploring higher

“Mmm, sure” you say standing, you make your way towards the hallway before turning back “So are you coming or what, trouble?” You smirk before taking off running down the hallway.

Luca grins and chases after you towards your bedroom.

Taglist: @kdogreads, @arctvrvs, @chasing-fics, @danielleleah97, @nolita-fairytale, @meetingthestarcatchers, @royal-void, @wabi-sabi1090, @cosmicspacewitch, @ihyperfixateoncharacters, @sweet-sunflower64, @cadberrychicky, @xzarafx, @axololly, @louswrld, @codekiraqueen, @lexakp, @ourprisma, @delicatelyelegantcandy-blog @lulululujan, @translatemunson, @mycharminglxve, @jam1esl0v4, @jellycolors

#chef luca #luca the bear #luca x reader #chef luca x reader #luca x you #Spotify

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Connor Rhodes

Mine — @halsteadlover

Dream Partners — @sjhhemmings

Comfortable — @kiddbegins

Babysitting 101 — @iamwhoami

Emergency Love — @callsign-dexter

Plan — @lcvesjj

Jay Halstead

Kiss It, Kiss It Better Baby — @halsteadlover

Haunted — ^

Night Struggles — ^

Our Little Family — ^

A New Milestone — ^

Under Fire — ^

Shadows From the Past — ^

“Ladies love a guys who’s good with kids” ⎢ Part 2  — @poppadom0912

Uncle and Niece (Platonic) — ^

Love on Ice — ^

30 Hours — @dandelionfairyyy

Halstead’s Favorite Duo — @ballarkeselection

Exciting — @fangirlfrom-hell

CPD Gala — @hereforhalstead

Home — @deanstead

The Way You Are — @loislane41319

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 7 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Request 24 — @fandom-puff

Living with Alfie Solomons — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

The Silent Treatment — @warnersister

Luca Changretta

Living with Luca HCs — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

Thomas Shelby

Me Time — @garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess — ^

Tommy Convincing His Wife to Stop Being Angry — @wutheringcaterpillar

Of Bending and Breaking — @call-sign-shark

Mr. Forgettable — @mrkdvidal1989

Time After Time Chapter 14 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Wedding Day — @cillianthinker

When She Laughs, The Heavens Hum a Stun Gun Lullaby — @saintmuses

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

The Last to Know — @kdogreads

Imagine Being Chibs’ Old Lady ⎢ Part 2 — ^

Imagine Taking In the Teller Boys With Chibs — ^

Very Soon — ^

My Dove — ^

Ruin — @bullet-prooflove

No Words — ^

Teach Me How to Ride — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pussyfooting — @indifferent-depravity

Happy Lowman

Violent Little Thing — @fanficimagery

Your Family Disapproving of Happy — @imagineredwood

Angst to Fluff Prompts — @ravennaortiz

Flash Fic Request — @withmyteeth

Cocoa Wars — @darqchilddaydreamz

Miss Me — @marvelous-slut

Just for Today — @obsessedasusual

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Relentless — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Heatwave — ^

Insomnia — @spaghettificationandpretzels

You Aren’t Meant to Be Back Until Christmas Eve — @rebelwrites

Only Mine — @thisreadswhatever

Fluff Prompt — @youvebeenlivingfictional

I’m Sorry — @pumpkin-writes

Rescued — @garbinge

Harry “Opie” Winston

Nowhere to Be — @drabbles-mc

Stolen Sweater — @i'm-just-a-mississippi-girl

Good Honest Work — @spaghettificationandpretzels

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[strang3lov3]

Thank you all!! There’s 2000 of you mothafuckas!!!

I just wanted to take a minute since hitting 2k followers to say thank you. I’d like to shine the spotlight on some fantastic readers who always leave the sweetest worlds of encouragement, ask questions, reblog my fics, etc. I mean it when I say your comments and interactions keep me going! You all inspire me to keep writing! I don’t think I can accurately say just how much your kindness and encouragement means to me, but it’s a fucking lot. More than you know. Thank you, friends ❤️

Each and every one of you who interact with my fics mean so much to me and I’m lucky to have such a kind and supportive audience. I don’t know that I’d be doing this still if it weren’t for you guys ❤️

I’m doing drabbles and mini fics all week to celebrate! Feel free to send in an ask, I wanna say thank you to you all!!

Mwah! 😘❤️ kisses to everyone!

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There are so many more of you who consistently like, reblog, interact with my fics. I have 2000 followers now, I can’t memorize all of your @‘s!! Thank you thank you thank you 😭😭❤️❤️

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[chloeangelic]

🚨Taglists done, new notifs blog!!🚨

I realized 2/3 of my taglists don't work, so I have instead created a notifications blog that will be updated whenever I post a new fic. Go follow Angelic notifs and turn your notifications on, and you'll never miss any of my series updates/one shots!

Under the cut I'll just tag everyone who's on all of my taglists, and hopefully those who have functioning tags can migrate over to my notifs blog instead :))) love you all so much, thank you for reading and wanting to be tagged!

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#joel miller smut #joel miller fanfic #chloeangelic

[deanwritings]

Hey! This is not a request but just a question 😂 how do I put the message button on my page? I am back on tumblr after like 6 years and I can’t remember lol. Thank you so much for all that you do. Your fics are AMAZING 😍❤️

Welcome back! And thank you!

Go into your blog settings and toggle the "Ask" section on! @kdogreads

[kdogreads]

i just want richie to rail me h a r d in missionary whilst holding me hands is that too much for a girl to ask for :(

Not too much at all, nonny 🤭😍🥵

This derailed into a breeding/daddy kink…. Sorry 😳🥵

FILTHY SMUT BELOW THE CUT (minors DNI)

“Sh, sh, shh, baby girl, I know,” Richie rasps almost mockingly, “I know you can take it, baby.”

All you can muster is a whimper of a whiny “yes” nodding frantically as your eyes threaten to roll back into your head.

Richie has you pinned on your back, hands pressed up above your head with his own. The way his long, slender fingers intertwined with yours keeps you grounded as he pounds into you mercilessly.

“Good fucking girl takin’ my cock like that,” Richie growls above you, his rough pace making your drooling pussy ache, “Who makes you feel this good, baby, huh?”

You barely register the words coming out of his mouth as Richie drills his cock into you over and over again, filling your walls with the most delicious stretch.

“Richie,” You whine, your hips bucking up into his with every grinding thrust, “Please.”

The pressure builds in your core, threatening to implode and spill out all over Richie’s throbbing cock. He grinds into you impossibly deeper — His thick head reaching that spongey spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

Your veins run white hot as the blinding pleasure overtakes your senses, every nerve in your body suddenly on fire in the most mind-numbing way. A high pitched moan falls from your lips as your walls pulse erratically around Richie’s aching cock.

“Jesus, baby, fuck! Keep squeezin’ me like that baby girl, come on,” Richie growls as his punishing pace wavers for the first time. He tries desperately to keep his own orgasm at bay while he fucked you through yours and into oblivion.

As you slowly drift back to reality, you wrap your legs tightly around Richie’s hips to keep him deeply stuffed inside your drooling pussy. He groans as he realizes what you’re doing, knuckles turning white as he squeezes your hands.

“Cum in me, baby,” You whine, surprising yourself at your boldness, “Please, daddy, fill me up.”

Richie hisses something akin to “holy fuck” and explodes inside you, shooting rope after rope of his hot seed deep into your aching core.

Both of you are a sweaty, panting mess as Richie slowly pulls out of you and grants you another pleasant aftershock as his swollen tip brushes your clit.

Your sudden jump causes him to finally release your hands after what feels like forever and lean down to cradle your face. His lips can’t help but curl into a smile as he kisses you softly, pecking your lips a few times before drifting onto his side and pulling you along with him in a tight embrace.

You lay there tangled up in each other for a while, letting your heart rates slowly return to normal. Richie’s strong arms keep you snuggly pressed to his chest while he presses soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, nose; anything he can reach.

After a few minutes, you squeeze him gently and try to sit up, but Richie pulls you back to him.

“Stay just a minute, baby, s’all,” He practically begs of you, “Stay right here mama.”

You let out a soft giggle as you realize what he really wants. Happy to oblige, you roll onto your back and guide one of his hands to your tired, drooling pussy. Both of you groan as he pushes some of his hot load back inside you with two fingers.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart, you oughtta be more careful,” He props himself up on his elbow to meet your face with his, “One of these times I’m gonna put a baby in you.”

You smiled and shook your head at Richie’s silly act, knowing full well he wanted nothing more than you get you pregnant.

“Well,” You leaned up to kiss his lips sweetly, “I sure hope that’s a promise, Daddy.”

#richie the bear #richie x reader #richie jerimovich smut #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #shut up richie #kdogreads #the bear #the bear imagine #the bear smut #kinktober 2023

[kdogreads]

Waiting in line to pick up my nephew from pre-school and thinking about picking up the kids from school with Carmy

We exist in the amazing @thebearer ‘s universe ok 😍🫶

—

He is usually at work so you pick up the girls by yourself. It’s no big deal, of course, but their first question is always, “Is daddy home yet?”

You try to let them down easily everyday with a gentle, “No, but he will be soon,” and a promise to stop at Starbucks on the way home.

Today was a special day, though. It’s the day before Halloween, the crisp fall air swirls around your mom SUV (You told Carmen absolutely not to a minivan) when you pull into the pick up line and roll the windows down. And Carm had somehow managed to take the afternoon off.

The girls were so excited to wear their costumes to school this morning. Teddy dressed up as a magical-fairy-princess-slash-mini-Michael-Myers and Willow is a chef, just like her Daddy.

It was only a few minutes of chatting with Carm about the restaurant and what you needed from the grocery this weekend before the school bell rang, signaling the girls would be running out any minute. Carmen ducked down in the driver’s seat as much as he could while you got out of the car like normal.

Both girls came running towards you with some kind of Halloween craft and a small bag of candy, already squealing and excitedly regaling their spooky party and what all of their friends wore.

“Okay, okay! Let’s get home so we can make dinner for Daddy,” You prompted hoping they would start climbing into the car.

Both girls popped open their doors and slung their backpacks in. You had to look away to hide your smirk as the big reveal was about to happen.

“Katie had on the biggest princess dress I’ve ever seen, Mama, and James was a Power Ranger and— Daddy?” Teddy squealed with joy and caught Willow’s attention who also started giggling uncontrollably.

“Hi my babies! How was sch—uugh,” Carmen started but was met with an elbow to the ribs as the girls started climbing over each other to get in the front seat and hug him first.

A chorus of giggles and kisses filled the air and your heart. You ducked your head a bit in embarrassment when someone’s knee bumped into the car’s horn, but the smiles in the cars nearest to you melted away your worries. It seems the parents and teachers nearby thought the sweet reunion was just as precious as you did.

“Mama! Did you know Daddy was in here?” Willow questions you with a hand on her hip. Boy were you in trouble when she got a little older and a little sassier.

“Alright, alright, girls. Get in your seats, yeah? We have a surprise for you at home,” Carmen finally put an end to the adorable cuddle puddle happening in front of you.

“A surprise?” Both girls squealed as they climbed back into their own spots. Carmen simply wiggled his eyebrows in the rearview mirror as giggles filled the car yet again.

You could feel the buzz in the air as they excitedly discussed what it could be. You piped up only once with a solid, “Nope,” when someone said something about a puppy.

You spent the evening carving pumpkins Carmen and you had picked out earlier that day and drinking warm apple cider that had been steeping on the stove all day.

It was a simple fall activity day, but it filled your heart to the very brim with love for your perfect little family.

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A/N: I could die I love them 😭😭 thank you again to my idol for creating such an in-depth universe for us to live in our delulus 🫶❤️

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my oral fixation goes wild when i see richie smoking but also i just need him to put them in me and make me come until i can’t even form a single coherent thought pls god when

Giiiirrlllll (respectfully) MEEE TOOOOO 🤤🤤 we love those fingers those lips oh my 😳🥵

Smutty smut below the cut 🤤🤪 (minors DNI pls)

He knows he should quit. He knows it’s bad for him and for everyone who has to breathe in the smoke he expels. But he also knows it feels so fucking good to take a smoke break after a busy night at The Bear.

“Fuuuck me. I’ve been waiting for you, baby,” Richie’s eyes fall shut and his head leans back against the rough brick wall behind him.

“Richie?” You poked your head out to see who he was talking to, “Are you talking your cigarette?”

He laughs and nods his head as he lifts the smoke to his lips, taking a long drag, pushing the air out of his lungs, and licking his lips to wrap it all up. You couldn’t help but stare in awe at his long, slender fingers.

The two of you stood out back of the restaurant for a few minutes, Richie staring at the stars and you staring at Richie. The way he lifted the smoking cigarette to his lips, fingers wrapped so delicately around it. You couldn’t help but reach out to touch them.

“Where you at, baby?” He teased, switching the cigarette to his other hand so you could intertwine your fingers in his.

“You look good, Richie, that’s all,” You smiled as he lifted your hand to his lips and pecked a kiss onto your palm, then your wrist and up your arm.

“Baby,” You whined as he placed your arm over his shoulder and backed you against the wall.

“Shh, don’t want them to hear you,” His words dance over your neck and sent a shiver down your spine.

He took one more long drag before dropping the butt to the ground. He tips his head back to exhale the tangy smoke over your head and the way his deliciously inviting neck made you shiver in the warm summer breeze.

In one swift motion he hooks his thigh under yours, effectively rucking your skirt up at your waist and opening you up for him. Richie groans as the wet spot on your panties greets his eager fingers.

“Oh fuck,” You whine louder than you mean to as he slides a long finger into your aching cunt and peppers kisses on your neck. You can’t help but gasp as he adds another thick finger inside you, stretching your walls deliciously at a leisurely pace.

Your eyelids feel heavy as he pulls rolling pleasure out of you, teasing that spongey spot deep inside your core with every dragging stroke. You’re pulled out of your head when Richie suddenly leans away from you.

“Keep it down, sweetheart,” He clamps his hand over your open mouth, two fingers teasing your tongue, “Oh you want me to shut you up, huh?”

You nod desperately as he fucks his fingers into you at a punishing pace. Richie grits his teeth and practically growls as he feels your body tensing around him.

“That’s it, baby girl,” He coos at you, bringing you closer and closer to your peak, “Cum on Daddy’s fingers, baby, just like that.”

You cry out into his hand as the pressure erupts in your core, walls clenching rhythmically around his still-pumping fingers. You lick and suck on the fingers in your mouth, the slight tang of his cigarette still lingering. Richie’s fingers slide out of your mouth, but you’re too cock drunk (or finger drunk?) to notice.

Your heads tries to fall back against the brick, lips parted and panting like a dog, but the top of your skull is met by a solid, gentle hand protecting you.

“Richie,” the whisper dances from your lips as his fingers slide out of your aching core and carefully smooth your skirt back down.

“Ah, ah, almost done,” He slides the fingers covered in your slick into your mouth, “Clean up f’me, sweetheart.”

You giggle and do as you’re told, sucking your tang off his long, slender fingers. A smile breaks out onto Richie’s face as he shifts to hold your face in both of his hands.

“You really are a fucking dream, baby,” He kisses you softly, the lust in his eyes slowly slipping away back into his typical adoration for you, “My fucking dream.”

Just then, the back door swings open forcefully and out steps Carmy, long overdue for his own smoke break. He spotted the two of you and nodded in greeting, an eyebrow lifting in question for moment before shaking his head as if to say never mind, nasties, and pulled out his phone to ignore the two of you.

You laughed as your attention shifted back to Richie’s lovestruck face right in front of yours.

“Gotta get back in, hm?” Richie asked softly and kissed your lips, “I love you, pretty girl.”

His eyes were so close to yours you could see the spots of darker and lighter blue, and the faint bags under the glimmering white.

You kissed him again and squeezed his waist slightly, “I love you, too, baby.”

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You’re My Peace

Chef Luca x f!reader

TW: angsty Luca (before his Carmy epiphany), hurt/comfort-ish, cursing, established relationship

AN: I just love him 🥹 lmk what else reader x Luca should get up to! Thank you for reading 🫶

You weren’t sure what time it was when you finally heard the front door to your apartment open. You’d been in bed for an hour or two, but you couldn’t sleep without Luca softly snoring next to you, looking like your own personal Adonis even in his sleep.

He started rustling around in the kitchen as soon as the door shut, so you decided you’d get up and see what he was doing. Plus, you needed to know why he wasn’t coming to bed.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You ask groggily, startled that every light was on in the kitchen in the middle of the night, “Are you alright?”

“Sorry, my love, didn’t mean to wake you,” He stepped over to you and pecked a soft kiss into your forehead before turning back to the counter.

You stood in silence a moment, trying to make sense of all the utensils and plates Luca was pulling out of the cabinets at 1:30 — no, 1:33, you noticed — in the morning. He’d already been gone all day at school, putting in hours more than required.

“Baby,” You sighed and closed the gap between you, gently grabbing his face and making him look down at you, “Can’t it wait ‘til tomorrow? You have to be tired, Lu.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leaning over you so his lungs filled with the scent of your coconut shampoo. His lips pressed into the top of your head for a moment before he started to speak.

“I’ll be 10 minutes, love, I promise,” He kissed your forehead again, “Then I’ll come to bed.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, “Jesus, Luca, come on.”

You stepped back as his hands began reaching for the spice cabinet. He shot you an apologetic look before he started grabbing things off the shelf.

“I know, baby, it’s just that Carmy, ah, the bloke I’ve been telling you about-,” He rambled as you searched for any more patience left in your body, “-yeah, he made this, uh, this dish today and I’ve almost got it down—.”

His voice trailed off as he kept opening cabinets and drawers, pulling more spoons and bowls and testing your resilience all the while.

“Luca, please, it’s late—,” You started.

“Really, love, just 10 more minutes.”

“Luca—,” He kept moving, clearly not sensing your impending implosion.

“Baby, come on,” You tried one last time before you couldn’t keep your volume down anymore, “Luca!”

He instantly dropped the wooden spoon in his hand, turning his full attention to you. He never raised his voice at you, and you’d never yelled at him.

“Please, baby, listen to me,” You started softly, stroking his broad shoulders with a gentle touch, “You know how much I want this for you, and I love you so damn much for your dedication, but I need you to be here when you are here.”

Luca let out a shaky breath, his warm hands reaching up to cup your face tenderly. His slender fingers reached into your hair and pulled you up towards him, pressing his lips into yours in a slow, languid kiss.

He leaned back slightly, far enough to slide his right hand down to his chest, clutching it into a fist and circling his heart. I’m sorry.

You mirrored his motions, dropping your hand down to circle your own heart with a bit more fervor. I’m sorry, too.

You held each other’s gaze for a long moment until Luca closed his eyes and leaned his head into your shoulder. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and pulled you to him like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

Your own arms drifted around his just as tight. One hand was tangled in his messy curls while the other drew pictures absentmindedly onto his back.

“I just thought I could be the best, thought I was the best,” Luca spoke into your neck, his muscles relaxing as your hands danced over them, “And realizing I’m not, that I never can be, it’s just—.”

“A lot,” You finish for him, helping him not have to think.

“A lot,” He mirrors.

“Hey,” You gently pull his face up to meet your soft gaze, “You don’t have to be the best to be really damn good.”

The corners of his mouth twitch up slightly, almost in a smile, “I know that now. I think I just had to— I don’t know, make peace with that.”

You send him a knowing smile as his lips drift to meet yours again, a little deeper this time.

“Plus,” You begin, “If anyone is going to out-chef you, Chef, it has to be Carmy. He’s like, from another planet or something.”

Luca huffs out a laugh and your heart immediately feels lighter.

“Carm is really good,” Luca chuckles, “He’s got something special.”

“Just as special as you have, Lu.”

He kisses you like he’s trying to pour all of his love into you in just this moment. Your mind swirls as his lips leave yours, batting your eyes open to clear your head.

You placed a peck on his firm shoulder and step away to head back to bed. It’s only a few seconds of clanging until Luca is closing your bedroom door behind him.

“Dishes’ll be there tomorrow,” He mumbles as he climbs into bed, his weight practically collapsing into the plush surface.

You slid into place beside him, one leg tangled over his as his strong arms pull you into his chest. Luca’s warm hands sent a shiver up your spine.

“I should’ve just talked to you, my love. I’m sorry,” Luca stroked his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Heard, Chef,” You smirked but meant it just the same, “Can’t scare me off that easy.”

Luca smiled and tucked you into his chest, wanting to hold you as close as he could. His heart beat evened out as he felt your own, strong and steady, drawing him out of his anxiety.

You ran your fingertips of Luca’s toned back as he pressed gentle kisses into your cheek and neck. The two of you shared a comfortable, warm silence for a moment before a thought popped into Luca’s head.

“I thought I had to make my own peace,” He pulled away from you so he could see your face, “But I think you are my peace, love. You are always the answer.”

Your eyes prickled with tears, seeing the truth and adoration in Luca’s gaze. He’s saying all this while you’re trying to figure out how he thinks he’s the lucky one.

You wrack your brain for the right words, but all that comes out is, “I love you so fucking much, Lu.”

Luca stared down at you lovingly, planting needy kisses onto your lips.

“I love you just the same, my peace.”

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It wasn’t more than a month before a delicate peace dove tattoo showed up on Luca’s forearm. Followed closely by a framed portrait of he and Carmy on the wall in your kitchen.

“Both sent me to war,” He teased when you questioned the timing, “But both brought me peace.”

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Imagine moving in with Carmy

You didn’t really mean for it to happen.

Carmy lived closer to work and most of your friends’ places, so you started staying there if you worked a late night or got too drunk on a Saturday night and didn’t want to Uber all the way home.

You’d call him after the bar closed and nearly give Carm a heart attack:

Baby? Are you alright? What happened, where are you?

Carmyyy, can you pretty pleaaaase come pick me up?

Don’t want to ride all the way home?

No, Carm, it’s so farrrrrrr

S’okay, baby. I’ll be there in 5

You start leaving clothes and shoes there

Just in case you had an early meeting. Or needed something to wear when you two went hiking after work. It could snow in May in Chicago — what if you needed your boots and coat to shovel out your car? All valid points Carmy made to persuade you to leave some stuff at his place.

Of course, Carmy got you your own toothbrush not too long after you started staying over. He made you mean dinners, but neither of you wanted to hang out all night long with onion or garlic breath.

He slowly starts accruing a stash of everything you may need: tampons, ibuprofen, makeup wipes, socks (the no-shows you like), even that sugar-free dairy-free coffee creamer Carmy thought you paid way too much for.

You change your delivery address to his

On everything from Amazon to your monthly makeup subscription, it just makes more sense for it to go to Carm’s. Otherwise it’ll just sit at your apartment’s office for days.

Your mail starts coming there, too, since you put his address down whenever you sign up for anything new.

It doesn’t come up until your lease is almost up

Carm’ll hit you with those sad, puppy dog eyes, sweetly questioning you why you bother to pay for a whole apartment you’re hardly at.

Why don’t you, uh, just stay, stay here?

Are you asking me to move in with you, Bear?

Yeah, yeah I guess I am. Move in with me.

Moving day is pretty simple

Seeing as most of the stuff you need is already at Carmen’s place. Your place.

Marcus, Ebra and Richie all come to help, insisting you didn’t need to hire movers with all that man-power around.

You decide to just sell all your big furniture on Facebook marketplace, aside from a funky chair you couldn’t part with and all of your eclectic art collection.

Carmy gives you free reign to redecorate however you want. He doesn’t have much on the walls to begin with, so you meticulously place every piece of art in its perfect place. Carm doesn’t understand all of it, but he loves it. It makes his empty apartment come to life. It feels like a home for the first time in a long time.

Carmy starts calling it “our place” right away

You still stumble here and there:

I left my jacket at Carmy’s, er, at home this morning.

But Carmy would shout it from the rooftops if he could. He’s so proud to be building a home, a life, with you.

Cousin! Can you stop by our place tonight and help us carry that god-awful futon out to the curb?

The two of you are more comfortable than you’ve ever been before

And you can’t wait to spend every night and every morning with Carmen in your home, the one you’re creating together.

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Perfect to us

Dad!Husband!Daryl x Reader fluffy smut

Summary: Daryl and his wife, y/n, enjoy a quiet evening with with their little family before spending some nice time alone.

Word count: 2181

Warnings: praise!kink, smut (18+ only), all of the pet names, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be like them), please let me know anything else

A/N: Another addition to the Dad!Daryl series. Very fluffy to start, with some steamy smut closing it out. Oof, I just love Daryl and as a dad 😮‍💨

Read the first part here

Enjoy and thank you for reading!

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You were enjoying a warm evening around a bonfire with your neighbors when y/b/n started to fuss.

“Wha’s wrong, Ass Kicker?” Daryl asked, eliciting a few laughs from the friends around you.

“How many times do I have to tell you that is not her name, Daryl,” You teased back at him. He grinned and planted a kiss onto your forehead before turning his attention back to your baby who was already being distracted by one of the other kids.

She had grown more and more tired as she played with the older kids who loved helping her crawl and try to walk, or giving her little pieces of chocolate bar to gum on when you weren’t looking. Daryl would put his finger to his mouth, signaling them to stay quiet, but nodding and motioning for them to break her off a small piece. You always pretended not to notice, but you’d smile at Daryl from your perch on his lap while the children giggled behind you.

Your head was tucked into Daryl’s shoulder while he rubbed small circles into your back with one hand and lazily held both your hands in your lap with the other. A cool breeze danced around your skin and he pulled you closer into him.

One of your neighbors was playing a worn guitar and singing old country western songs. Carol stood up at the end of a song everyone was singing along to, except for Daryl, of course, and said goodnight to your friends. She crouched next to y/b/n and planted a kiss on top of her head before walking over to you and Daryl, placing a hand on your shoulder to say goodnight to the both of you.

Y/b/n crawled her way back over to the two of you and let out a small cry. You uncurled yourself from Daryl’s lap and bent down to pick her up.

“Someone’s ready for bed, hm?” You cooed as you wrapped her up in your arms, her eyes already fluttering just from the comfort of your touch.

You took a step away from the group before Daryl put a hand softly on your arm.

“Stay,” He started softly, lifting the sleepy baby from your arms, “I’ll put her to bed.”

You smiled and planted a soft kiss on her temple and gave your husband’s strong bicep a squeeze. He said a few quiet ‘good nights’ before waving the tired baby’s hand at the small group. A smile grew on everyone’s faces while a few let out a chuckle or wished her sweet dreams.

You sat back down in the camping chair you’d just been sharing with Daryl and enjoyed a few more songs. Some you knew and some you didn’t, but no one minded whether it was a familiar tune or not, you all just enjoyed the music and the company.

After a few more minutes, the group began whittling down to just a few and you decided to head back to the small house you shared with your family.

You turned the doorknob expecting to see Daryl in the kitchen pouring you some drinks or on the couch making arrows, but he wasn’t downstairs.

You lugged your way up the staircase, tiredness beginning to weigh down your limbs, and peaked your head into your shared bedroom, but he wasn’t there either.

Finally you made it to the next door, the nursery, and carefully opened it up. There you finally found Daryl, head hanging down in front of him while he held your baby in the rocking chair, both fast asleep.

You stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the precious view in front of you. Your whole world right there in that old rocking chair, shoulders slowly lifting and falling in harmony, looking more peaceful than you’d seen anyone look in years.

Finally you took a few steps into the room and placed your hand gently on your husband’s shoulder.

“Hey,” You whispered quietly, causing him to startle slightly, but relax again once he remembered the precious cargo he held in his strong arms.

He put his large hand over yours and slowly stood up to place her into her crib. The two of you stood in the doorway again for a moment, together this time, and watched her sleep. Daryl snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest, savoring every second of this rare, sweet moment with his girls.

After just another moment, the two of you made your way back to your bedroom and stripped off your clothes before climbing into bed. The Georgia heat was no joke in the summer, even at night, so you slept with windows cracked open for a breeze and usually with no more than your underwear on.

“C’mere,” Daryl whispered to you while you slid over to him, wrapping your arms around his broad chest while he pulled you closer into him.

You let out a content sigh and settled further into your comfortable position, both of you happy to be wrapped up in one another.

“I never thought I’d be any good at it, ya know,” Daryl began, “Still don’t.”

“Good at what?” You asked, your voice full of worry while you looked up at him with furled eyebrows.

“All this. Bein’ a dad, husband. Just don’t wanna let you down,” He answered in a quiet, small tone.

“Baby,” You began, shifting your body to be face-to-face with your husband and cupping a hand around either side of his sun-worn face, “You are perfect to me. A pain in my ass most of the time, but perfect.”

He let out a chuckle and danced his fingers up and down your bare sides.

“You are the best daddy to y/b/n that she could possibly have. Hell, you might be the best dad left in the whole damn world, Daryl,” You cooed to him before planting a strong kiss onto his lips.

“Stop,” The word escaped his lips between kisses, “Don’t give me a big head, now.”

You laughed into his lips and pulled away again slightly.

“There’s no one else in the world who could take care of us the way you do. Please don’t think any less, honey. You are perfect to us,” You desperately reassured him, your heart breaking inside to think he doesn’t know how good of a man he is.

“You girls are all that matters, hm,” He hummed into your lips, “I’ll never need nothin’ else.”

Your kisses grew hungrier and hungrier as your mind wandered, trying hard to remember the last time you had an intimate moment alone with no baby, no walkers, no neighbors. Just the two of you.

Daryl’s grip on your sides became stronger before he slid one hand down to your round bottom and flipped you over to your back, his lips never leaving yours.

You drew your hands to his hair and pulled it out of his face so you could see his eyes as he traveled down your body leaving kisses on all of your favorite spots.

“Dar,” You sighed as he paused on your hardened nipples. Kissing around them gently before taking one into his mouth, tongue swirling around while his hand kneaded into the other.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” He whispered into your stomach, sending shivers up your spine.

You let out a sharp breath as his lips met the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Daryl’s strong hands slid down your body once more to slowly spread your legs apart, leaving him access to your glistening folds.

All you could do was bite your pillow to keep from crying out as he ran a finger up and down your core, drawing the slickness around with each swipe.

“My good girl,” He hummed into you, his warm breath dancing over your aching entrance, causing you to squirm under his grasp, “So ready for me, hm?”

Daryl dove into your folds before you could react, sliding a finger into you and his tongue circling around your throbbing clit.

You held back your moans of pleasure as best as you could, knowing a noise too loud would ruin this time together.

Daryl ran a hand up to your breast and played with it while looking up at you from your aching core. Your hands tangled into his long hair as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, lips forming a small “o” around your sensitive bud.

It was only another moment when you felt the spring inside you winding itself up, ready to burst. Daryl felt your breath hitch and picked up his pace, intending to make you explode with pleasure.

“Dar- baby, I- I’m-“ You sputtered out, trying your hardest to hold on to the intense pressure he was causing to build up in your stomach.

“Let go,” Daryl breathed onto your clit, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

His words caused the coil inside you to snap, your senses filling with the white hotness of an orgasm. Your eyes strained shut and your hips ground harshly into his mouth, dragging out the waves of pleasure as long as you could.

Daryl rode you through your high, pumping his fingers in and out of you, tongue swirling around the slickness that slid out of your entrance around him. He kept the pace until your legs relaxed beside him and your walls stopped clenching around his calloused fingers.

He worked his way back up your body, retracing all the kisses he’d left before while you fluttered back down to earth, body still reeling from the intense pleasure you just felt.

His lips met yours again and kissed you with the same eagerness as before.

“Please, Daryl, take me,” You whispered into his lips, “Take me now.”

“My sweet girl,” He praised as he lined his throbbing tip up with your entrance, “Anythin’ you want.”

He slid his hard cock slowly into you, taking his time to fill up your aching walls. You gasped as his thighs finally met yours.

He began slowly at first, carefully sliding all but his tip out of you before plunging back into your dripping folds. His hands planted firmly on either side of your head, allowing him to take in the view of your lust-ridden face.

His pace picked up as you breathed out his name once, twice; fingers twisted into his hair so you could pull his lips to yours.

“So beautiful like this, y/n,” He hummed into your neck, planting kisses all along your salty skin, “All laid out under me like that, pretty girl.”

Your moan caught in your throat as you felt the pressure building again, pushing you further towards another orgasm. Daryl’s pace wavered for the first time before picking back up, faster than before.

“Ya feel so good, sweet girl,” Daryl’s rough voice filled your ears as the spring in your stomach wound impossibly tighter.

“Cum for me, baby,” You whined into his ear as you began giving in to the pressure, “Please.”

Moans escaped both of your lips as your walls clenched down on him. Your body rocked as the hotness of another orgasm overtook you. You gasped as Daryl quickly pulled out of your spasming walls and warm ribbons of his seed landed on your stomach.

His lips crashed into yours to dull the sounds coming from your throats as you both rode out the final waves of pleasure together.

He slid down beside you and planted another soft kiss on your lips.

“What, don’t want another little one to chase around?” You teased him breathlessly, chest still heaving from your high.

“Hell no, crazy woman,” He shook his head, lips curling into a small smile.

“God, I love you, Dar,” You sighed, a silly grin still on your face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Daryl breathed into your ear before sliding out of bed to grab a towel.

He quickly cleaned himself up before walking over to your side and wiping the sticky liquid off your skin. He was just about to climb back into bed where you’d slid over to make room for him when a loud wail escaped from the room next door.

Daryl let out a low growl as his head fell onto your chest. You laughed lightly as he brought his eyes back up to yours.

“I’ll get ‘er,” He sighed as he stood up and slid his boxers back on. You smiled sleepily at him.

“Girl whines almost as much as her mama,” Daryl teased, a smirk on his face as he stepped towards the door.

“Screw you, Dixon,” You spat back playfully, sliding the thin blanket over your tired body while shaking your head.

“Right back at ya, Mrs. Dixon,” Daryl smiled at you again before stepping into the hallway towards your baby girl, ready to soothe her as long as she needed.

You rolled over to your spot in the bed and let your heavy eyes fall shut, contentedly sighing as you drifted into a calm sleep.

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Sunshine

Dad!Daryl x reader fluff

Summary: Dad Daryl being cute. That’s it.

Word count: 1069

Warnings: none? Just very fluffy

A/N: This is my first time writing for Daryl so let me know what you think! I’m rewatching the series and just finished season 3, so I have major baby Judith and Daryl fever lol. Not sure when this is set, but in a calmer, safer era. I just wanted to write some fluffy daddy Daryl stuff. Enjoy! :)

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Daryl stirred awake to soft cries echoing around him. He opened his eyes and reoriented himself. He lay on his back with one arm stretched over his wife, y/n, who was asleep facing him, shoulders rising and falling slightly under his strong arm.

The cries grew louder and y/n inhaled sharply under his touch, now hearing the low whimpers for herself.

Y/n took another deep breath and rolled onto her back, starting to peel the blanket off her tired body revealing her too-large sleep shirt - Daryl’s.

“No,” Daryl whispered to her, placing a hand on her cheek, “I’ll get her, darlin’.”

Y/n sighed contently while a sleepy smile crept onto her face. She nodded slightly and turned her head to kiss Daryl’s hand while her eyes fluttered slowly closed again.

The quiet cries continued as Daryl stretched his arms above his head quickly and slid out from under the blanket, careful not to disturb y/n any further.

He made his way to the other side of the bed in two large strides, approaching the source of the whimpers.

“Wha’s wrong, sweetheart?,” Daryl cooed softly as he reached into the small bassinet on the other side of the bed he shared with y/n.

He scooped the infant up easily, tucking her into his elbow and placing one large hand on the side of her little face. Shushing her cries, he rocked his baby girl in his arms trying to soothe her.

“Shh, y/b/n, don’t wanna wake yer mama up, now,” He spoke quietly while stepping over to the old wooden rocking chair in the corner of your shared room.

Daryl sank down into the cushioned chair with a soft squeak. He held the 6-month-old baby girl closer to his chest, planting a small kiss onto her soft forehead.

Y/b/n stared up at her father the way she always did, with deep, thoughtful, inquisitive eyes. They are crystal clear blue, just like his. In a way, she looked at him the same way he looked at the world, full of questions and doubt, but trust and hope peeking out from just behind.

Her puffy baby blues softened as he held her and rocked her back and forth in the old chair, just as generations of fathers likely had before.

“That’s it, sunshine. Go on back to sleep, now,” He cooed into the top of her head as he pecked another soft kiss there, “Daddy’s gotcha.”

She instinctively wrapped her tiny hand around his large finger. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to memorize the tiny divots that made them up, knowing they wouldn’t be this small for long.

The rocking of the chair drew Daryl closer to sleep, too, though he would stay put there until his baby girl was completely relaxed and back asleep.

His eyes shot over to the movement in his peripheral coming from the bed.

“I thought I was your sunshine,” y/n teased quietly, rolling over to face her husband and baby, cuddled up so perfectly together with a soft smile creeping onto her face.

They’d never officially been married, but one day Daryl introduced her as his wife and that was that. They never spoke about it again, just decided subconsciously on that day they didn’t need a piece of paper to tell people how they felt about each other. Boyfriend or girlfriend just didn’t seem to cut it. They weren’t 20-something’s messing around and simply enjoying each other’s company. This was different. This was more, deeper. Not that you could get legally married now, anyway, so they just decided on their own.

Having a baby was never on their minds until it had to be. Not a mistake, they decided, just a surprise. A risky one in this world, but one they wouldn’t trade for anything now that she was here. Their little girl lifted the spirits of everyone around them and gave them a renewed hope, something you needed to survive now.

Daryl was always fiercely protective of y/n, and now even more so of y/b/n. He’d die for them without hesitation, without a thought. Y/n would do the same for either of the members of their little family, though Daryl would never let any harm fall onto either of them as long as he was alive.

“Sorry, y/b/n, sunshine junior,” He spoke softly to his sleeping daughter, brushing the little wisps of her mother’s auburn hair off of her face.

He looked back up at y/n, a small smile curling the corners of his lip.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya, sweetheart,” Daryl apologized, a sleepy smile still stuck on his face.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t miss this view,” y/n sighed contently, “My whole world.”

“My girls,” Daryl whispered back, drawing his eyes back down to the sleeping infant in his arms. Her chest rising and falling so gently and lips twitching slightly, signaling her protector that she was really sleeping.

Daryl rose gently and moved to set her back down in her bassinet. He cared for her with a ghost-like touch y/n had only ever seen when the close group’s other babies, now older children, were small.

He hesitated over her, taking in the sweet view of her tiny facial features moving slightly. Her eyebrows crinkled together and apart, while her lips puckered up just a bit before she relaxed all of her muscles completely again. He loved watching her sleep in the deep, worry-free way only a baby could.

Daryl’s large, gentle hand cupped the side of her tiny face once more, before he pulled away, leaving her to sleep peacefully, and shuffled back over to his bed.

He climbed back under the blanket and onto his back. Y/n slid over to him, laying her head onto his chest while he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

“Daryl,” y/n mumbled into his chest, sleep drawing her closer and closer.

He hummed into the top of her head, “‘m here, sweetheart.”

She tightened her hold on him slightly as he planted a kiss onto her forehead, brushing the auburn hair their baby shared behind her ear, “Go on back t’ sleep.”

Another small sigh escaped her lips before a slight, barely audible whisper followed.

“Love you, Dar,” She breathed.

“Love you, too, sunshine.”

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Imagine being Luca’s girl

Mostly ooey gooey fluff but a smidge of NSFW material below 🤭

You grow to love Carmy and Marcus

Because how couldn’t you? You spent many long nights in your kitchen with Carmy and Luca, both of them meticulously perfecting whatever they were working on for class. You’d be their chief taste-tester, and a welcomed distraction when they got too far in their own heads. You nearly cried you guys dropped him off at the airport, already telling him to call soon.

After Marcus left, you almost had Luca convinced you wanted to move to Chicago. You were constantly remarking about how funny Marcus was, how you hoped Carmy was being nice to Marcus. Luca liked to joke you just wanted to leave him for Marcus.

He’s good, baby, but not as good as you.

Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it, my love.

You take walks around Copenhagen everyday

You take morning walks by yourself, headphones in and the cool Danish air revitalizing your senses, filling the day while Luca is at work. You’d listen to Danish lessons and quietly practice as you walked, or hum along to music while you enjoyed the weather. Sometimes you still don’t believe you get to live in a place this beautiful.

When he finishes up his day, though, Luca is beside you with his strong fingers tangled lovingly in yours. Whether he’s taking you to try a new spot that just opened up, or just to enjoy some time together, Luca loves seeing your face light up at all the pretty views throughout the city.

Plus you love having your friends and family visit and taking them around to all the coolest new pop-ups or the oldest buildings in the Historic District.

He always wants to have his hands on you

A hand resting on your thigh when you’re sitting together at a restaurant, or on your lower back while you work in the kitchen. Sometimes he just wraps his strong arms around you and tucks his head into your neck, regardless of where you are or what you’re doing. Luca’s always touching you in some way.

A lot of the touches are innocent, a soft tap to your nose to punctuate a sentence or a gentle squeeze on your bicep before he leaves the room. Not all, though, are so sweetly motivated.

He knows just how to get you worked up. A kiss to your neck turns into a bite to your earlobe and dirty words whispered into your ear.

You’re so pretty, you know that, sweet girl?

Luca…

Let’s get you home, hm? Can’t keep my hands off you, my love.

THE SEX

Luca works with his hands and that translates to all areas of his life.

His fingers dance down your body, stopping at all his favorite places. Squeezing your nipples or a pinching your inner thighs is how he starts off most of the time — his ultimate goal to drive you wild.

When he decides he’s teased enough, though, oof. This man knows exactly how to make you writhe beneath him, whines of ecstasy filling his ears and spurring him on.

He’ll make you cum at least twice before he even thinks about fucking you. Luca is convinced he’s in heaven when cries of his name fall from your pink lips, swollen from literally biting back moans.

He’ll pound you into the mattress or make love to you like it’s the last time depending on what you two were vibing with that day. He never tries anything new without first discussing it with you, but sometimes you just want him to fuck you like you’re his own personal whore and he is happy to oblige.

Luca can be so sickeningly sweet, too, that you can’t help questioning how you got so lucky. He’ll hold your face with his strong hands, cradling your head and pressing soft kisses into your lips. He whispers in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how he can’t wait to spend his life with you while he grinds his hips into you, his thick cock reaching all the delicious spots you love. Swoon.

Luca is just so fucking in love with you it hurts

He can’t help but talk about you at work and brag about how fire your cooking is or how good you are at Scrabble. Literally any excuse he can use to just dote on you is good enough for him.

He leaves you love letters by the bed, picks up a bouquet of wildflowers on his way home, loads the laundry so you don’t have to, literally anything to make you smile. It’s his favorite sight in the whole world.

You’d have the prettiest Copenhagen wedding

When Luca finally proposes — he kept you guessing for months after going to a jeweler to look at rings — He presents you with the most perfectly delicate and elegant ring. You wear it proudly, beaming to anyone who will listen how much you love it.

It’s a simple fall wedding, complete with handmade pastries and desserts that Marcus insisted on making for free. Short and sweet, your vows are so mushy and loving that they leave everyone in attendance blubbering, even Carmy.

Luca promises to give you a beautiful life and spend all of his days making you laugh. You promise to support his every dream and be his place to land when he needs to rest. Swoon again.

Basically Luca is just the sweetest, most thoughtful partner ever and you happily spend all your days making sure he knows how much you love him for it

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Imagine being Gibbs’ girl

He tries to keep his rough exterior, but he totally melts for you

He’ll definitely dance with you in the basement if you ask sweetly enough, and even if he pretends not to, he loves just swaying with you to some old country loves songs.

(This would definitely play through his radio)

Or kiss every one of you fingers if you come home from work and say they’re sore.

He will put you back in the car if you try to open your own door.

He’ll learn how to put your hair in a pony tail or a bun if you hurt your shoulder and can’t do it yourself. Plus he’ll keep brushing your hair for you, sitting snugly between his thighs and enjoying his warmth, long after you heal.

He sings to you if you wake up in the night reliving your darkest times in your dreams. He’ll wrap you up as tightly as he can in his strong arms, strong enough to remind you you’re safe with him, and whisper the words to any old song that pops into his head.

He loves to leave you little notes by the coffee pot or on your bedside table when he leaves before you do:

Have a good day, my love. See you tonight

- J

You agree not to marry early in the relationship

You’d both been around that block more than once, and it seemed like that fancy piece of paper just complicates things.

Of course, you’re exclusive to one another, but you just can’t bring yourselves to risk changing what you have by changing your last name. It seems so insignificant when you think of it that way.

Most of your neighbors and friends just assume you’re married, anyway. So when a letter arrives in the mail addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs, you aren’t surprised. It makes you smile to see it on paper, but nothing is going to change your minds on this.

His love language is 100% acts of service

He’ll unload the dishwasher, fold the laundry, bring you home fresh flowers for no reason at all, have dinner ready if he somehow makes it home before you do one day. He rarely lets you bring in any groceries or luggage. Even though he knows you are tough enough to literally take him down, he wouldn’t dare letting you carry something too heavy or inconvenient.

Any little thing he can do to brighten your day, he does.

In turn, the small acts you grant him, like taking his suit jackets to the dry cleaners, setting his shoes and thermos out for him before work, picking up a new book about boats, make him fall even more in love with you.

He makes you things

J will make you anything he thinks you might like. A wooden stand for your plants, a step stool when you mention that the bed is just a little bit high off the ground for you, shelves to proudly display your knick knacks, a sled for Christmas after you tell him you never had one as a child.

He’d even try his hand at a ukulele if you mention wanting to learn to play.

Of course he’s made boats named for Kelly and Shannon, but his newest project is adorned proudly with your name, sprawled across the hull in flowing letters.

His hobby turns into more than just that, it’s his way to show you how much he loves you, and you soak in everything he’ll give you.

He’ll use his jacket to shield you from the rain

Jethro is usually prepared for anything, but rain can sneak up on you. In that case, he’ll peel his jacket off and cover you as best as he can. Even if it means he’ll get soaked to the bone, he’ll make sure you’re covered a least a little bit more than he is.

He tones down his crazy driving for you

The first time you got in the car with him, you about passed out from an anxiety attack. You don’t want to be a backseat driver, so you just grin and bear it for a while, but he picks up on your discomfort pretty quickly.

He slows down, starts using his turn signal, and stops cutting people off, but every now and then, when it’s late and the roads are empty, he’ll take you for a high-speed cruise just to get your blood pumping.

He’s much touchier than you ever imagined

A strong hand on the small of your back, fingers ghosting over your exposed thigh, a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder when you’re uneasy, or just brushing against you to pass, even when there is plenty of room to spare.

Anything he can do to have his hands on you, he’ll do. You two are like a safety tether for each other, always there to make sure you don’t drift too far away.

As far as PDA goes, Jethro is pretty limited in what he’s willing to show the world, but he’ll always find a discreet way to connect himself to you. A brief brush of your pinkies, a quick kiss to your forehead, or a full-on embrace if you find a moment alone. Whatever it is, his touch still sets you on fire every time.

He is so gentle and fatherly to children

The two of you decided early on that you would avoid having kids. Given his past, you understand and agree to the arrangement. When you get together with your young nieces and nephews, though, Jethro turns into a total kid right along with them.

He’s quick to join in a game of cops and robbers, always quipping how it’s so much more fun being the bad guy, or plop down in the grass and find pictures in the clouds.

When someone takes a tumble or scrapes up their knee, though, he’s the first to scoop them up in his strong arms and hug the pain away. He’ll make them feel better with a story about when he hurt his knee, too, or how chicks dig scars (you always smack him playfully for that).

He makes a mean cup of coffee

You’d never thought of yourself as much of a coffee snob, but after tasting Jethro’s version, brewed slowly over the fire if time allows and mixed with the perfect amount of cream and sugar, you could never go back to any coffee shop again.

Same goes for his cooking. He doesn’t make much, but when he does, damn it is good.

“The secret ingredient is love,” he’ll joke to you, mocking your own phrase, and you’ll roll your eyes as the flavors envelop your tastebuds.

All in all, our man Jethro is basically the best partner you could ever ask for, and you love showing him how much you appreciate him.

Tagging some of my LJG lovers 💕

@instantnoooodles @daphne-bourne @museofbooks @ilovemark1951 it won’t let me tag you :( @yestwlightfan

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