Tender Moments ~ Daryl Dixon x Reader
Requested: It's almost time for the baby to come and Daryl's worried that he'll be like his dad so I make him roll over on to his stomach and I kiss everyone on the scars on his back and tell him that he'll be a better dad just because he's a better person. Fluffy please.
WARNINGS: Contains sensitive subjects such as references about an abusive past/child abuse from past, Pregnancy, VERY SLIGHT NSFW. - I know abuse can be triggering, though itâs only lightly discussed in this fic I still consider it a warning for you, the reader's safety.
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It was late in the evening, He couldnât sleep with such taunting thoughts clouding his dreams like a brewing storm. You were so close to giving birth, yet his fears havenât faded like everyone said they would by now. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the terrifying images and his ears were met with the horrible reminder of his past. His father screaming at him, beating him.
His hand clenched onto your shirt that covered your swollen stomach. He nuzzled the back of your shoulder as he spooned you for comfort. The baby kicked the spot near his hand, making him flinch in surprise, causing you to stir awake. âMmm, darling whatâs wrong?â You mumbled. He only nuzzled your shoulder blade further. You sighed as one hand caressed his on your stomach and the other rubbing your eyes awake.
You knew about his fears of being like his father, but at times he hide his emotions so well you thought that perhaps those fears left him. But the way he clung to you tonight proved otherwise. You rolled to face him, your one hand now coming up to brush the stray hairs out of his face. His cheeks were damp, but you would soon dry them with kisses. He looked into your eyes with so much love, so much worry. But your soothing touches began to slowly calm him.
âWhat ifâŠâ Were the only stressed words that left his lips before yours gently met his in a tender kiss. You shush softly as you slowly pull away. âNone of that. Here, roll onto your stomach.â You smiled as you scooted back, allowing him room to move. He raised his eyebrow in confusion but complied nonetheless.
He rested his head on his arms as he laid flat on his stomach, his head turned to the side so he could watch you questioningly. You climbed into him, resting on his lower back as your legs intertwined with his. Your hands ran up his shirtless form, delicately massaging his overworked muscles causing him shivers down his spine. He began to think it was just a massage he was getting, that was till your lips gently kissed a scar on his shoulder. His arm twitched, remembering where it came from. His father, a terrible being who didnât deserve to be called a Dixon. A person he very well knew he wasnât, but still feared he would be. âYouâre not him,â you whispered against the scar. He watched you with half-lidded but adoring eyes. You stared back at him with a gentle yet firm gaze as you lips traced another scar, nuzzling against it as if it would disappear. Not physically but maybe mentally for him. âYouâre an amazing man, Daryl. You are my amazing man.â You cooâd and his body shivered once again under your touch. Daryl wasnât the type to look away in these intimate moments, but you could tell he was struggling not to close his eyes.
You continued. Whatever your lips couldnât reach such angle your hands would. Gently caressing the scarred tissue with lovingly touches. âYouâre the best hunter I know, always putting yourself before others. So strong, handling those walkers the way you do..Letâs not forget your loyalty, love. Youâre always there whenever the group or I need you. You can hold your own and so much more. Like I said, Youâre amazing, the man I love. The soon to be worlds best father~â You whispered into his ear having already kissed away all his scars. Not just the physical but the memories as well. He couldnât help but chuckle, hiding the tear that rolled down his cheek. You smiled seeing the fear and agony lift away from his expression and heart. He went to speak but you stopped him with a kiss, letting him speak his emotions through the intimate touch. He leaned to his side, freeing his arm so his hand could get lost in your hair as your hands caressed his cheek and side. You both smiled, then squeaked in surprise as he suddenly gripped you tightly, flipped the situation so you were underneath him, hands pinned above your head as he towered above you, lips reconnecting in a fiery passion.
âSo...You still horny from those hormones or?â He grinned as he pulled back enough to speak. You tossed your head back in a giggle. âHoney I always am, for you anyways.â You winked. His grin widened (amongst other things) as he kissed your neck deeply. You turned your head and moaned, the situation escalating quickly. That was till he softly kissed your shoulder, a much different kind of kiss to the one thatâs leaving a print on your neck. âI love you, Sunshine.â He leaned up and you smiled softly at him. His one hand let yours free only to land on your swelling stomach, your child coming close to meet the world and their beloved parents. âBoth of you. I love both of you. And Iâm gonna do everything I possibly can to make this world the best for you two. Especially you, little Dixon,â He whispered gently as he climbed down your form to meet your stomach. His hands pushing up your nightgown/his old shirt so his lips could connect with your sensitive skin. You giggled at the contact, his smile widening in pleasure. âI promise, Iâm gonna be the dad you deserve. And the husband your mom deserves. You two ainât ever gonna be without or in harm's way. Not as long as the blood flows through my body, my heart still beats. And it only beats for the two of you.â Your eyes watered, your lips puffed. He could be a redneck at times, but in these tender moments, he had a way with words, much like he tells you that you do. You cupped his face in your hands, pulling him up into a tender kiss that spoke your love to each other.
The room was silent that night. Yet so alive and with love and passion and the happiness growing inside you that you both would soon raise. And the moans shared between each of you, it only added fuel to your burning love for one another. Especially in these Tender Moments.
~Tender Moments~
{This was written by ~Me ~ and was requested by ~ sugar-cyanide-love ~ }
Haha! Hereâs a (hopefully) enjoyable fluffy one shot for all you Daryl lovers~ this was requested a long time ago and it pains me that I just now finished it. But nonetheless Iâm glad itâs done and I hope you all enjoyed it. To the requester: If this isnât to your liking please private message me so I can fix it, you deserve it done right after the wait.
I hope you enjoy!Â
Tagged People: @sugar-and-cyanide-love @jodiereedus22
Side note of side blog
Okay so I was just going through my blog and saw my post about making a side blog of my interest actually got some notes..I donât know why but this makes me stupidly happy! Like, people going through my blog wasnât just there for the tags about TWD, but there to read MY things even if it werenât tagged. It just makes me so happy. I love all my fans, and thank you so much for sticking around for so long đđ«
3. It's almost time for the baby to come and Daryl's worried that he'll be like his dad so I make him roll over on to his stomach and I kiss every one on the scars on his back and tell him that he'll be a better dad just because he's a better person. Fluffy please.
Finally getting to this darling! Iâm proud to say itâs finished and ready to publish tomorrow, canât wait for you to read it! đ«
Daryl One Shot Coming Tomorrow!!
Alright itâs of course been awhile again but I come baring good news! A nice adorable fluffy Daryl one shot is coming out tomorrow!! (Or today technically since itâs early in the AM for me) is all done, edited and what not just have to add some tags and links but I just couldnât get it done tonight. So stay toned for that tomorrow! đ«
Will u do a second part of rough work?â»â»â»
Yes most definitely! Iâve actually been planning it for awhile, itâs been requested numerous times....it shouldâve been done by now but here we are đ Iâm planning the story though so stay tuned! đđ«
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âBut if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.â
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.Â
- She ainât no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
- Anyone with a name that starts with a âZâ, ends with an âiâ, and isnât some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
- Iâm not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, đ đœđ đŸđ đż Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who donât know who Madame Zeroni is
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Man lissen if you donât know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so Iâll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so iâll reblog her
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no sheâs back lmao must reblog. Iâm sorry guys
depression tipsâą
- shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
- moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.Â
- put on clean, comfortable clothes.Â
- put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
- drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
- clean something. doesnât have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.Â
- blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something thatâs got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
- make food. donât just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if itâs ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and youâll feel like you accomplished something.Â
- make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you donât think youâre good at it.
- go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
- call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someoneâs voice. if you canât, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you donât say much, listen to them.
- cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
Reblog as much as you can
Absolutely helpful. I think Iâve done three or four of these things today, makes you feel better.
I do a lot of these things to cope, very helpful post.
Springtime Heat ~ Daryl Dixon x Reader One-Shot
WARNINGS: Mind Swearing, (like one swear) Slight Public Sex, Unprotected Sex
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~SMUT BELOW THIS POINT~
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You softly gasped as you felt his lips attach to your neck, his rough hands roaming your body freely with anticipation to just hold you close like he had so many times before. Your hands worked on his vest, quickly pushing it off of him as fast as you could. Though you couldn't help but let the thought cross your mind
"D-Daryl, we shouldn't do this here." You said, a small whimper of a strong need for action leaking through your words. You were just barely outside the walls of Alexandria, hell if you were only a few feet closer it wouldn't surprise you if whoever was on guard would see. But truly it seemed neither of you mind.
"Shh, sweetheart it's fine. Ain't no one gon' see us." He hushed as he slowly pulled down your pants. You sighed as you kicked your boots off, letting him smoothly remove your pants and set them aside with his shirt. He licked his lips seductively as he pushed your shirt above your breasts, his chest heaving seeing your nipples hard and bra free, ready for him. "Damn, I'm one hell of a lucky man" he spoke softly as he went to dive down to suck on your lovely lady lumps, his eyes widened in surprise as you took control, flipping the both of you over and straddling. His hands stayed still, he was a bit shook but by the way his pants were puckering you could tell it with excitement. You held yourself up slightly off of him, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down to his knees along with his boxers. His length springing free and hitting his lower abdomen. You bit your lip taking in this lovely sight. Your partner, hair messy and sweaty, breathing heavily as you straddled him. His thick dick dripping with pre-cum as it rubbing against your clothed heat.
You couldn't wait anymore, you pushed your wet panties beside your folds, your other hand pumping his cock as you positioned it underneath you and at your entrance. He so badly just wanted to buck his hips, bury his dick as far as he could inside you. But he didn't, knowing you were the dominant one this time.Â
And yet they say Springtime heat is only for animals.
You both moaned as you rode him. His cock throbbing inside of your walls. Your hands pressing into his chest for support as his one gripped onto your hip, the other working on your clit to give you the best possible high he could currently give you. Your walls slowly crashing down, clenching onto his pulsating member as he suddenly raised his hand that was firmly on your hip, bringing it down right smack against your ass. The shock of it bringing you chest to chest with him as he sat upon his one elbow, his hips bucking into yours. He couldn't help it. You just get him so easily worked up when you take control.Â
Your legs weak, arms beginning to feel heavy. He flipped you both over, all in the flash of a second he threw your legs into his shoulder. Finishing you off with a rough pounding as he looked up at you through his sweat-matted hair. His eyes dark with lust like they always are for you. His hand came up, gently caressing your cheek as he stuck his thumb slowly into your mouth. Instinctively you sucked while looking up at your lover.Â
"..(Y/N)...." he whimpers.Â
 "Daryl.." you whisper against his thumb. Your tongue slowly tracing along the pad of it.Â
 When your release hits you, it hits hard. Your body becoming over sensitive as you begin to feel every little twitch his and your body was giving off. His thumb silencing your screams of pleasure. His eyes roll back into his head during his high. Intoxicated by the feel of you. By your presence. His precious significant other...Spark of his flame...He hasn't even realized he hasn't pulled out. And you feel this deeply within you, his seed being pumped into you. It was just as intoxicating for you as it was for him. You couldn't stop him even if you wanted to; not that you would ever want to anyways. There was a sexy beast pumping his children into you, why wouldn't you want this?Â
 As time slows down with your highs, both of your eyes are open. He looks into your eyes the same way you look into his, pure light and passion. Undying love for one another. Little times like these when his walls were down was one of the rare times he would smile. And only for you. Both of your lips part into a giddy smile. He takes his thumb out of your mouth to gently caress your hair as you both break into quiet chuckling. Your legs fall to his side as his forehead meets yours. Wrinkles forming on his face from how wide his smile was.Â
Odd unexpected moments like these are what was to be lived for.
When a couplesâ walls can fall down as they connect with each other both spiritually and physically. Giggles erupt as their love for each other deepens.Â
Just outside the walls of Alexandria. All in the heat of spring.
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{Springtime Heat was written by ~me~ Idea was also by me}
heeeeyyyyy yet another long awaited post! yes, I know itâs nearly fall, but sometimes people turn into smol balls of procrastination, and thatâs me. Also this IS the drabble I had mentioned a few posts back, but after finishing it in my own opinion it was too long to be a drabble, so itâs now a one-shot XD Anyways I hope you all enjoy!
Drabble coming in a few minutes!!
The spring time heat one I had mentioned a few posts ago is finally here!! Yes, I know it's fall. And I am a horrible person when it comes to blogging đ sometimes people just turn into little balls of procrastination, and that's me. But I am still trying have no fear a Daryl x reader is almost here! đđ«
Once I was reading a smut in class and I guess I got a little TOO carried away because I started to bite my lip đ and my guy friend noticed and was like âuhhhh what r u doingâ I freaked out and dropped my phone to which he picked it up and the first thing he read way something like âOh yeah fuck be daddyâ his eyes went wide and he quickly gave me my phone back. Letâs just say we never speak of that experience đđđđ
Oh my god!! đ I can completely relate to that honestly, it's horrible but at the same time it's hilarious đđYour poor friend will never be the same again! đ
list of favorite things as a fanfic author:
- When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them
- when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing
- when readers give me a background of why they shouldnât have been reading my writing (usually while at work)
- when readers quote my work back to me in comments
- the frickinâ real heroes here, the ones who comment on every chapter of an ongoing multi-chapter fic
So true! đ
Thinking of a Side Blog
To start off, I completely intend to continue all my works on this blog, as I still have two requests and ones I have had planned for a while.Â
However~ Iâve been thinking of a side blog for a while now. Not sure yet if it would involve writing/requests. But it could be a place for me to share my interests and interact with you guys if anyone follows me over there. Donât get me wrong I LOVE TWD, but I love other things as well like everyone else. Things I really donât want to add to this blog as I would like to keep it just TWD.
Things the side blog would consist of: Legend Of Zelda Breath Of The Wild, Overwatch, other things that I most likely cannot think of at this time XP
So yeah, lemme know if you guys are interested if anyone still scrolls through this old blog that is. :)Â
~âBigger Thingsâ~ Pt2 Of âLittle Thingsâ Norman Reedus x Reader One Shot
WARNINGS: Slight usage of the Daddy Kink, bondage, Outdoor Sexual activities, NSFW is below!!Â
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After a long hard week that seemingly dragged on forever, your Lover had decided it was time for a well deserved trip. Just a ride to get away from everything. It had been seeming like the world was so big, so tough, that the little releases just havenât been enough. But what you hadnât known, Nor expected, was that he was planning something so much bigger for you both then what anyone, anyTHING, had to offer this past week.
Friday late afternoon you had found yourself sighing peacefully on the back of your shared bike, arms wrapped tightly around Normanâs waist as the wind was practically pulling you into itâs embrace. The wide, open road glistening as the sun was preparing to set over the horizon, welcoming you and your beloved into itâs arms to take you in for an amazing getaway.
Slowing down as time had passed, he began to let up on the gas, pulling off to the side rail on the old empty road. You looked around as he turned off the engine, hands coming down to rest on his thighs contently. This place was beautiful, it was just an open trail with so many possibilities ahead, the mountains glowing thanks to the sun lowering behind them. Nothing in sight, no houses, no people, just you and him, and a promised heaven for the weekend.
He took off his helmet, and you did the same. Pushing the kickstand down with his foot before you both got off the bike to stretch your legs. âItâs so beautiful here,â You smiled as you leaned your head against his chest. He smiled as he wrapped his arm around you, taking in the mesmerizing view, which to him was you. âIt really is. A great place to make memories, so Iâve heard.â He placed a soft gentle kiss on your forehead before walking back to the bike, going into one of the leather side bags to get some water. But the feel of the leather, pulling the strap free of itâs metal hook brought back memories to him. The time where he had blindfolded you with his belt, oh lord, the way you moaned for him that night. The way your back arched with every little movement of him inside you. How you shivered when his tongue made itâs own path up your slit, or the way he sucked, kiss, bitâŠ
âNorman,â You called out, breaking him from his deep thoughts. He hadnât even realized that he was staring at you, his lip caught between his teeth, little beads of sweat gathering on his forehead as his body started naturally working itself up to love you. âYeah?â He simply replied. You couldnât help but giggle. In moments like these he was basically an open book to you. You could tell what he was feeling and thinking. And the biggest lie would be saying you didnât feel the same.
Cause you did. Oh boy you did.
Slowly removing yourself from your jacket, you planned to tease him, test him even. But he had lesser patience then you realized. âAre you just going to stand there and gawk?â You questioned. This seemed to pop whatever little bubble he was in. causing him to take action. âWell, maybe I was,â He huffed, His voice seeming a little deeper than normal. âBut with you trying to tease me like that, I just canât hold back.â His hands caught you by the hips, pulling you closer until you were chest to chest. âMaybe you deserved to be punished for that. I take you on this nice trip, yet you still tease me~? Baby, remind me who was the dominant one last time..I think you forgot how to scream for me~â He growled into your neck, His steaming breath rolling down your collarbone to give you chills. You couldnât help but grin as you released your teasing words, âMaybe so, perhaps you should remind me, Daddy~â And by the way his eyes sparkled with lust as he ridded you of your clothing almost instantly, he had taken that as a challenge.
In the next few moments you barely noticed when he had placed you on the bike, making you straddle it in a sitting position as he stood over it. You couldnât help but think back on that day in the garage, the way he had stripped for you, and only you. The way you eyes had fallen upon him unbuckling his belt. You realize you were repeating the same actions when you heard that familiar whistle come from his lips. âMake me have to catch your attraction one more time sweetheart and youâll be getting something even bigger than whatâs planned.â And with that you winked at him as innocently as you could.
Right when you thought you were about to get blindfolded by his belt once more, you quickly realized you were wrong when he had took your hands in his, sliding the belt around your wrists before tying it tight so there was no breaking free, and he would have to release you. Eventually. But the way the leather glided against your soft skin, how the cool metal of the buckle caused your hair to rise, it all brought back the sight of him stripping this item from his body. The way his rough hands worked on the loop, how his muscles flexed when he snapped it, or even how his wet tongue danced across his lips as he wrapped it around youâŠ
His eyes locked deep with yours after he had secured your bonded wrists to the handle bars, causing you to lay back with your entrance wide open to him. He snapped the excess part of the belt against your skin before he leaned back. His hand caressed all the way up your body, leaving the gentle trail of his fingertips and soft strokes of his thumb. His hand rested on your cheek, his other on your thigh. The way your wetness spread onto the seat of the bike nearing his still {unfortunately} clothed crotch, it gave him a new idea, and without a second thought nor breaking the stare down between you two, he turned on the bike. His one hand wrapping tightly around the handle, rubbing the engine in slow, calming waves. You gasped and pulled on your restraints, trying to lift your thighs at the same time but his hand that remind on your thigh had pressed them back down. The vibrations that the bike was giving off was a whole new feeling and level of bliss, and the fact that he was making it pulsate made it 10x better.
Every time you got closer to your peek and closed your eyes to focus on your breathing, he would be revving  it constantly until you would open your eyes and look into his. He wanted your eyes open when you came. He wanted to see every little burst it sent off inside you, no matter how long he had to drag this on.
Thankfully for the gas tank, it wasnât that long. Or so you half hoped.
The vibrations were so strong you swore any little contact with anything to your clit would set you off and over the edge. It was obvious he wanted you moaning louder than the bike, Therefore every time the vibrations became a little too much and you would scream for him, he would only be revving it harder. Then, just when you thought you couldnât hold back anymore, his gaze tightened on you, your gasp was caught up in your throat as you watched him dip down, his tongue just ever so slightly grazing your clit, he gave the engine one rough pulse, matching it with his actions as he gave your clit one strong suck in between his teeth. And as if the sun was in reverse, coming up instead of going down you came to the bright light, your body shaking, hips bucking and your mouth wide open moaning his name. Becoming louder than the bike, like he had wanted. And once he had fully heard your screams, he pulled away, licking his lips clean of your juices.
When you came to you noticed the bike was no longer being rubbed, and was just steady. Norman, having gotten off the bike to remove his clothing, Was now sitting on the bike once more in front of you. His cock standing tall and proud against his abdomen. His tip already leaking pre-cum and twitching as you had gazed down at it. Still being worked up from your first high, it was no wonder when you quivered from his thumb lightly grazing your clit.
âAlready so weak~? Sweetheart daddyâs just getting started~â He growled out to you, causing you to whimper. His grin was pure lust and full of temptation. It was moments like these he followed his heart rather than his brain, or more so his cock. Taking his large member in his hand, he rubbed his tip against your entrance. Whimpering and tugging on your restraints, your inner walls throbbing at the thought of him stretching you out and coating you in his glorious whipped cream. You sent him a playful glare, how dare he tease you at this state. Though his response was nothing short of overwhelming, He sent you the most delicious lip bite, his teeth still tugging at his bottom lip as he pushed himself inside you. You moaned deeply, laying your head back onto the bike as it kept slowly revving itself. Adding to the pleasure.
Even through all your tugging, his belt was nowhere near giving up as he slow fucked you. His cock sliding in and out of you at the calmest pace, causing your hyper-sensitive walls to feel every little movement, every small detail of his length that was rubbing against them. Mind fuzzy, eyes rolling back as you basked in the amazing feeling of another high. Your walls clenched down on his member, causing it to throb, and when you thought he would stop, he only kept pushing through. It was impossible to keep your heads tilted to stare at one another now, so he didnât bother to whistle, instead he threw his head back in ecstasy. God, he loved what you did to him. And you were feeling likewise.
You didnât know how your body was even in one piece at this point. Multiple orgasms later and he was still making peaceful slow love to you under the fully risen moon and stars, on a motorcycle no less. Part of you thought you were just seeing said stars, but no, these ones were actually in the sky. âN-Norman,â You whimpered, feeling another high building up. Though youâve had so many, something inside you was craving, no, BEGGING, for another. âY-Yes, baby~?â He whispered out to you. He was starting to get close as well. His throbbing cock having sped up, abusing your walls within with itâs strong twitching. âOne more, j-just..one..moreâŠâ You moaned feeling his chest touching yours. His free hand running up your bonded arms to where your hands rested, tied by his belt and to the middle of the handle bar. He slid it off the bar, leaning back to his first position and tugging you up. You gasped out of shock as your body flung up to meet his chest, his cock speeding up to a fast pounding pace as he flung your tied arms around his neck, reaching behind his back and grabbing the loose dangling part of his belt. Yanking on it bringing you as close as humanly possible. âYour wish is my command, beloved.â He leaned in. Capturing your lips with his in the most passionate devoted kiss to have taken place this starry night. Your body shaking as his twitching sped up along with his thrusts, tongues dancing together. His hand on your back and the other holding the dangling strip of his belt that bonded your wrists behind his neck. The white light creeping into both of your squinted set of eyes.
The moaning,
The whimpers,
The final highs.
He gave you all he had, and you returned the same feelings. Your tightened walls squeezing every last bit of juice he had to offer out of him. And he miked you for all it was worth, which would be everything. As you both panted from exhaustion, your foreheads met. Eyes shut as your lips parted giving you more air to breathe. Heart beats dancing with one another as his arms wrapped around you, and yours already around him. You both couldnât help but giggle at this current state.
Fuck, if this was just the first night of the trip, what else was going to come out of it?
Bigger things, thatâs for sure. And lots of memories awaiting to be made.
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{Bigger Things was written by ~Me~ Idea by ~Me~ And ~ @abnormal-angel ~}
Hey guys look we got a part two. Whoâs excited? I donât think Iâve ever posted this much in a month lol. Hope you enjoyed! đ«
~âLittle Thingsâ~ Norman Reedus x Reader One Shot
WARNINGS: Slight usage of the Daddy Kink, blindfolding, NSFW is below!Â
{See end of story for notes}
It had been a long day. Not necessarily bad things happening, it was just the little things. Putting you in need of some nice, tender loving care. Though you could only hope your lover would come home soon from work and not over-stress himself like he usually tends to.
 You sighed walking into your shared house, tossing your set of keys and your bag down on the little side table near the front door. You jumped slightly hearing the garage door click, though your nerves were quickly put at ease seeing it was just your beloved, âHey, babeâ he greeted you as he walked up and gave your cheek a soft âwelcome homeâ kiss. You smiled and returned the loving greeting. âI didnât know you were coming home so soon, i wouldâve picked up some dinner. You hungry?â He looked back at you with his loving and breath taking gaze as he cleared his hands of the grease and oil that coated them. Oh boy were you hungry, just not in the food way. Unless a human cock is considered that now. You pushed those thoughts away and shook your head no. Sighing as you took off your shoes and replaced them with cozy house slippers. He simply nodded. Getting the hint that it had been a long day.
 He came up behind you, wrapping you in his loving embrace as you changed shoes. Nuzzling your neck his so called beard began to tickle you, causing a giggle to slip past your lips. He smiled as he gave your neck a loving kiss, particularly where he had left his love mark nights ago. âOkay okay, what is it that you want, my little cuddle bug~?â you teased. He chuckled as he began to back you up to the garage door from the hallway you were still standing in. âI got the day off, so while you were gone I worked a little on our bike, come see.â You giggled as he pulled you along, taking you to your shared well maintenanced and cleaned motorcycle. He let you go to walk around it and show you and explain the things he had done to it. Though somewhere in the middle of the conversation your mind had gone blank. Noticing how his shirt clung to his chest and finely toned arms. Your cheeks grew heated as you found yourself watching him get on the motorcycle, and it was obvious he had taken note of your lustful stare. Before you could realize what was happening on your own, his words were already making sense of this situation.
âThought you said you werenât hungry,â He purred as he gripped the handles of the bike, his praying eyes watching over you as if you were a fine dined meal. âYou offered food, not my interest.â You swallowed hard as your breath hitched, he leaned back on the bike, slowly peeling off his shirt. Once it was in his hand he stood up and got off, walking over to you as he tossed it besides you on the floor. âI didnât think I had to offer,â He then pushed you against the cement wall of the garage, his long hair tickling your ear as he whispered into it, âMy bodyâs always an opened door for you. But by the sounds of it, maybe I need to demonstrate that again.â His growl left you breathless, but not nearly as much as his next actions.Â
He straddled the bike, you bite your lip as his hands wrapped tightly around the rubber handles. His bare arms flexing as he used his upper strength to pull him into a standing position over the bike. Your gaze fluttered down, wishing to watch where his hands were heading, which seemed to be his belt. He whistled, catching your attention and bringing your gaze back to his. âEyes on mine or daddy wonât continue.â His playful threat only made you cheeks pinker and your inner walls clench tighter. âGood, you donât wanna miss this, baby.â His wink nearly made you a puddle, but not as much as when his hands unworked his belt and snapped it off, though he kept it in his hand instead of tossing it to the floor. He then unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down just enough, his other hand adjusted his bulge so that it was even more obvious that he was enjoying his little striptease as much as you were. Suddenly he got off, walking towards you with his belt in his hand still, he cycled around you until he reached your back. Starting at your hips his hands slowly began to trace your figure, all while his lips brushed against the
back of your neck, causing the baby hairs to stand on end. âShh,â He attempted to calm your heavy breathing. âYouâre in good hands, Youâre in my hands.â He purred once more as your vision became blocked, and you felt the smooth leather texture of his belt wrap around your head to be used as a blindfold. He left it slightly loose, but tight enough so you couldnât see.
His hands glided back down your figure, coming around to your front where he undid your button and zipper and slid his hand down to caress your clothed folds. You gasped as the cool air met your skin as he ridded you of your pants. You then felt yourself being carefully lifted off the ground, and out of instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist, luckily you were right about the position.
 Your now bare bottom met the cool leather seat of the motorcycle. He placed you so you were straddling it, surely there would be a wet mark later on. You felt him join behind you, his hand slowly coming to your front again and running downwards. Pointer finger separated your folds as his middle traced your entrance. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, moaning softly as he whispered sweet and naughty things into your ear.
His fingers slowly entered you, pumping slowly as his thumb rubbed gentle cycles on your clit. It didnât take too long for his husky voice and rough fingers to get you gasping and moaning his name. But he wanted to do way more.
He stood up, leaving you empty and whining, needing more. So he changed your position so you were sitting sideways on the bike. Little did you know where he was kneeling. You felt your legs lifted onto his shoulders, your hands quickly gripping onto the seat so you wouldnât fall. Now you were glad that it was propped up safely. His beard grazing your thighs as he lowered his face closer to where it needed to be most. âJ-Jesus, Reedus.â You huffed at his teasing methods. Causing his grin to grow wider. âHm, you donât like it I take it~?â he continued. Right when you were about to sass him his tongue ran up your folds, flicking your clit twice before he would suck on it between his teeth. You gasped harder than before, throwing your head back and moaning profusely. He grumbled causing vibrations to be sent throughout your body. His one hand came up around and rested on your hip, his tongue leaving the duty of abusing your clit to his finger so it could wiggle into your entrance, which it did.
With his fingers giving your clit nonstop rubbing and loving pitches from time to time and his long moist tongue teasing and occasionally dipping inside you, it was no wonder when you came, and came hard. The beautiful white light and your moans and filled the room, itâs the little things he does that makes you feel this good. But no doubt you were about to get his âbig thingâ after this. And by that grin he gave you when he looked up at you, this wild ride was just starting.Â
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{Little Things was written by ~Me~ Idea was also by ~Me~}
Whoa guys here we go my first *posted* Norman one shot! Lemme know if you enjoy it, got the inspiration and idea for this while talking to a friend of mine today, so you can mentally thank her! XD As Always, Enjoy~
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