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One of the few people Poirot would trust his meticulously clean and tidy apartment with

Daryl x Reader - Hot and Bothered (Request) [SMUT]


Requested by @criminal101reidI don’t know if I have, ask you this already or not (mind like a sieve lol) but I would love some Daryl and Reader car smut, I was thinking around Season two were they stay on the highway just in case Sophia came about, (I just love the Daryl from the first season, and I still love him now) xxxxx

I hope you like it ♥



“Daryl, today you take (Y/n) and stay on the highway, maybe Sophia will come back there”

“What the hell Rick?! You know I’ll be more useful looking for her into the woods”

Sighing, I put my hand on Daryl’s shoulder: “C’mon Daryl, you heard the boss”.

Irritated, Daryl walk away from Rick and toward his tent to grab his crossbow.

Me and Daryl are really close…I don’t know what we are actually.
When He came back from the city without Merle he opened up to me, we talked about a lot of emotional stuff and somehow that led us to have sex.

It happened just once, we didn’t talk about that and we carry on like nothing happened.

Are we friends? Friends with benefits? Who knows? Daryl is so stressed out so I prefer don’t talk  with him about that for now.

We have to concentrate and find Sophia.


We spend hours under the hot sun, sit on the car’s roof but there was no sign of Sophia.

“Dammit! Why am I here? Stupid sheriff, he knows very well that I’ll be useful into the woods”

“I can’t believe you still don’t get it”

Daryl turns toward me, waiting for me to continue

“I mean, you want to work alone and if someone is with you, you treat them like shit because ‘I’m Daryl Dixon and you don’t know shit about how to move outside’” I say, mocking him.

“Shut up you don’t know me”

“See? That’s a way of punishment, maybe Rick hopes that staying here doing nothing will help you think about how you could be more affable”. I say, rolling my eyes.

“Good luck with that princess”

I blushed at the pet name: “Shut up Dixon”.

After that we pass time in complete silence, scrutinize our surroundings.

After a little while, Daryl start to get more irritate, walking back and forth, I could tell he was tired to doing nothing but stay on this highway.

I start to check him out

“Even if he was sweating he’s sexy as fuck! I mean look at his arms, I’d give anything to feel them around me, and feel his big hands all over my body just like that night… No! (Y/n) snap out of it! You have to concentrate”

However, I start to get tired to doing nothing but sit on a car roof so I get off it and walk toward Daryl until I found myself right in front of him.


“It’s just…I’m so tired doing nothing and you seem irritate…actually you’ve been angry at everybody lately, for no reason” I say, while I run my hands up and down his chest.

He get stiff at that: “What are you doing?”
“Just think about a way to…” I stop just to get close to his ear and whisper sensually “…a way to get all that tension out of you”.

Taken aback by my behaviour he grip my wrists, stopping my movement: “What do you mean by that?

I free myself and then trail my hand down and start rubbing his clothed cock: “C’mon Daryl you know that very well, please just let go”.

He moans and grunts before finally give up and start kissing me passionately.

He nip my neck hungrily while I keep running my hands on his chest and arms:
“Oh god, Daryl”

He trail kisses up my neck, to my jawline and finally he kiss my lips slowly.

“What do you say if….we move this…into this car…” he says between kisses.

I feel so much pleasure just from his kisses that I’m not able to answer him so I grab him by his shirt and pushed toward the car.

While he’s still devouring my mouth he try to open the car door.

Once he open it, he sit on the driver seat while I sit onto his lap.

He finally close the door, but before kissing me he stare right into my eyes, caressing my cheek.

I smile at him and take the initiative and I kiss him again.

This time the kiss is slow and sensual, it looks like his tongue is making love to mine.

Grunts and moans escape from our lips.

Suddenly he move his big hands under my simple blue t-shirt: “No bra? You’re so naughty”

Smiling while he keeps kissing me I’m just able to say: “Too uncomfortable” before he start to play with my boobs.

“Do you like when I play with your tits, don’t you?” While he says that he pinch both my nipples making me scream: “Yeah just like that”.

I start to tease him, grinding on him slowly, pressing my already wet core into his clothed cock: “You’re such a tease, and you’re wearing too much clothes”.

He literally rip off my t-shirt, however I was so lost in pleasure that I didn’t complain.

“You’re tits look so good” he says, kissing and sucking on my boobs, leaving purple marks.

“Yeah, just like that” I say, grinding on him harder and faster.

After a particular hard thrust, he moan loudly.

I take advantage from that, and start to bite and sucking his neck until I take his lobe into my mouth.

That action makes him moans loudly and he thrust up on me.

“Oh fuck yeah” I moan while I start to take off his shirt.

“You’re so impatient” he scoffed, taking off his shirt and throw it into the backseat.

I lay a trail of kisses from his neck to his chest, I take a nipple in my mouth, biting and sucking it while I play with the other.
“Dammit (Y/n)” He grunts, fisting my hair in a way that he’s able to pull my head back and stare finally at me.
“I know what are you trying to do” He whispers.

He trace my lips with his thumb, which I took into my mouth, sucking it slow.

“You dirty girl, I’d love to feel your beautiful lips on my cock but it will be dark in a short time, and I really need you to ride my cock”.

His words almost made me cum, so I start to take down my jeans and panties while he unzip his trouser, taking out his erect cock.

When I sink down on his cock, both of us let out a loud moan
“oh fuck you’re so big”

I start to grind slowly, I love seeing him like this, with his mouth wide open for the pleasure and his eyes shut tightly: “you’re so wet baby, keep going”

The way his voice sound, his expression and the fact that he start to thrust up while I sink down almost make cum

“Daryl, I’m close”
He put his hands onto my shoulders to keep me down onto his cock while he start to thrust into me hard and fast.
“Do you like my cock in you, don’t you?”

“Yes, oh fuck yes, I do”.

“You’re taking it like a good girl” he says before attack my breast again, sucking on my left nipple.

“aah, Daryl I’m going to…”
“Let’s do it together”

With a last thrust we both reach our high

“Oh yes (Y/n) take it, just take it”

I muffle my screams onto his neck, coming so hard, it’s the best orgasm I ever had.

Once we rode out our orgasms I stay with my head buried onto his neck, leave little kisses here and there, while Daryl massage my scalp sweetly.

“Stay with me”

Taken aback by his words I look up into his eyes “What?”

“Listen…I’m not good with all this emotional shit, I don’t know what it is but even the first time we had sex, I felt something that I’ve never felt before…So please tonight at the farm stay with me in my tent”
Remembering how he looked at me before, I smile at him before answer: “Of course I’ll stay with you Daryl”.

A small smile appears on Daryl’s mouth who just hugs me tightly.

I bury my face onto Daryl’s neck again: ”I know we should go, but I wanna stay like this for a little while”

“That’s fine for me”.

After a moment of silent he added: “We should come check this highway more often”.


The Sauber C36 hits the track for the first time!!

Universal Love Song
  • Universal Love Song
  • J.A. Carter-Winward

Universal Love Song

I was at the bar, didn’t have my car
and my friend Jeanine
she met a guy
who smoked cigars—
it was getting late
I wasn’t feeling great,
so i joined them in the hopes
she’d get the scope
of my exhaustion…

when who should join us but Sebastian,
part of cigar guy’s faction,
and he looked me up and down,
said I had oodles of passion—
I asked him how he knew it
he said he could see right through it
he said,
“You have an amazing aura.”

He was wearing a fedora,
had a book by Deepak Chopra
under his arm,
I was alarmed
‘cause I’ve heard that line
I said,
“I don’t believe in that shit.”
He said, “You don’t have to,
not one little bit—
some things are true whether you
like them to be or not.”

Okay, so he was hot,
and I’d drunk quite a lot,
so I widened up my eyes
and I choked back my sighs
and I pretended, like a good sport
to have a listen—

He said,
“You might find this rather odd,
but my divination rod
felt your spiritual pod
from way over there.”

I just stared.

“And i could have sworn,” said he,
“that you were looking at me,
and my crystal cluster
made you all a-fluster—
have coffee with me.”

Does this work?
I thought,
what a jerk,
I thought—
but then
he proceeded to tell me about….

“It’s really just benign,
a most intelligent design,
and if you think about it hard enough
everything’s a sign,” he said.

“All you need
is a little weed
and a tiny seed of
and you gotta think positive, man,
'cause our thoughts are causative, man—
and if you think negative thoughts
it’s like drawing lots
in a no-win situation…

"Which is why,” he said with inflation.
“I attract beauty and the creation
of good things,” he said with elation.

…and my good patience
with this acquaintance
reached its end …
my complacence
turned ugly,
unafraid to offend.

“So I wonder,” I said, “what all the Haitians
thought before they died?
And I wonder what the accused
innocent women thought
before they fried?
What sorts of 'negative energy’ do the tortured
and murdered hold?
What about Somalia, the Kurds,
or children,
may I be so bold?

"You see when you tell innocent people
their lives are their own construction,  
you must also include all the victims of
heartless mass destruction,
you must tell the poor
their negative thoughts
got them in their situation,
tell  the Olympians
it wasn’t hard work,
but a mere idée fixation,
not to mention what you’ll tell
all the poor, war-torn Croations.

"You see, Sebastian,
sometimes a bird just shits,
and your nice clean windshield is where it hits—
and you can try and divine
if it’s truly a sign
or you can  
get a wash and get it fixed.
The point is,
you have no more control
with your thoughts or with you soul
whether an earthquake gets you,
or a medieval witch hexes you
or whether I’ll ever text you…
uh, if you give me your number…

"The point is—
all of this bullshit’s just a delusion,
and the only real solution
is to stop seeing yourself as the top of evolution!
You aren’t the end-all-be-all,
you aren’t the epi-center—
you’re just a logic,
and reason  

"So you see, Sebastian,
meeting me wasn’t
gold struck,
in fact I’d say it was  your bad luck—
but all things considered
you still want to…
get together?”

Sebastian seemed to consider,
before I could tell him
I was a great kidder,
then his face scrunched up
like he’d had something bitter
and he said,
“Your energy has changed.”

So, Sebastian skulked away
like he had nothing more to say,
and I felt kinda bad
for the rough time he had,
so I raised my arm and I pumped my fist and said,
“Sebastian! Try thinking more positive!”
I said it with no guile…
I said it with a smile.

© J.A. Carter-Winward

kabuki-akuma  asked:

My absolute favorite moment from McQueen's experience in Radiator Springs is when he just looses it and screams "I'M IN HILL BILLY HELL!" and his IQ is dropping by the second' I was like damn my dude. Don't be rude 😂 Like god I will never get tired of Cars.

IT KILLS ME I love hearing little moments/details of Cars that people love so thank you for sending me this :’)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

chris made vik promise to take him for a ride asap (i will NEVER be over that pink car, it’s too much))