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new blog theme just dropped I 🤍 my little damsel in distress
I just realized I have a subby norman request on my other blog and I’ve been thinking abt young normmy and his blonde hair TEHEHE Im gonna flip a table over
#i need him#the walking dead#daryl dixon#norman fucking reedus#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#daryl imagines#normanreedus#daryl twd
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OPERATION SHOW NORMAN REEDUS SOME LOVE
This is the page dedicated to creating a book for Norman Reedus!
As you may well be aware, it would appear that Norman hasn’t been himself recently and a lot of his fans are quite worried about him, there’s been some awful discussions and horrible statements about his upcoming projects and himself via social media and it’s just horrible to see. It’s no wonder that he may be feeling like this, remember that he is human. No human should be made to feel like this EVER. This project isn’t going to get rid of that unfortunately but, hopefully this will at least put a smile on his face and fill his heart.
And so, to complete my mission, I need as many of Norman’s fans to take part.
What’s the mission you ask?
To create a book a book FILLED with positive messages, our appreciation, our love, and dedication for Norman.
This can be in the form of photos, collages, poems, a letter or message, fan art etc explaining how you find him inspirational, how he’s helped you, why you think he’s such an amazing human…ANYTHING! Just show the man some love.
The mission:
Bind a book with all of your lovely submissions in and give the book to Norman.
Once all submissions are received 2 x physical copies will be made and a digital version will be created for everyone who has taken part to see.
What you need to do to take part:
Create a submission for the book! Please read above for inspiration
All submissions need to be A4 size.
Submit to ([email protected]) NOT THROUGH TUMBLR
Keep checking back here for updates and progress photos!
Submission Rules:
Keep it clean and appropriate (all submissions will be proofread and if not appropriate they will not be bound into the book…I will inbox you/email you to give you the opportunity to edit your submission)
The deadline for all submissions is the END OF JULY – at midnight.
Please do not message me your submission through tumblr please use the specified email address – [email protected]
THE 3 SOCIALS THIS PROJECT IS LINKED TO ARE:
TUMBLR – abookfornormanreedus.com
ORGANISED BY @fluffy-dixon
INSTAGRAM - abookfornormanreedus
EMAIL – [email protected]
If you have any questions please contact me on either of the above.
Please check all three socials for updates!
And thank you for taking part.
#abookfornormanreedus
#norman reedus#norman fucking reedus#normanreedus#daryl dixon#twd daryl dixon#the walking dead#abookfornormanreedus#twd daryl#twd#operationshownormanreedussomelove#the ones who live#the walking dead fanfiction#the walking dead daryl#twd towl#towl spoilers#towl#towledit#the walking dead towl
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only if we can be super delusional and pretend we’re in the apocalypse
i would have played pretend on the playground with all of u btw
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please omg I love this but girl 😭💔 just a small ounce of credit is all I need
i need to be his trashy famers daughter gf
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hey! you don’t need to post this but wanted to let you know that someone following you is a known plagiarist @just-a-hardcore-simp-who-writes copies all their work. evidence here https://www.tumblr.com/meggsngrits/745294515268648960?source=share
WARNING! ME AND MY FOUL MOUTH 🧏🏾♀️ (in my defense Im really angry)
So I did see the posts from @celtic-crossbow but I had no idea this person actually followed me lmao 😭 I went through their account to make sure none of my works or any others have been stolen, I can’t seem to find her youtube however and I have this itching feeling some of my shit might be on there, especially since I noticed they’ve reblogged some of my stuff.
I dont fuck with plagiarism, I don’t even like when people so obviously take inspo from someone elses work and dont even credit them. Weird how when people know they're doing some fucked up shit they turn off their mentions! Should just change your user to just-a-hardcore-scaredy-cat-who-steals so people know you're nothing but a lame ass unoriginal cunt 💙
“I first wrote this story” 💀💀💀I am deceased
CHECK YOUR FOLLOWING Y'ALL!!! I'm pretty sure mobile Tumblr doesn't show you the entirety of your followers, but you can search for users via browser (Safari, google, computer just not the app itself)
Just incase she's reading this, if I do find your youtube and I find a single one of my goddamn stories on there, inshallah I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTION Idc what might happen to you since you clearly don't care about what you steal from others I won't care about stealing from you. Keep fucking around and I promise you you'll meet your match, and I will sit and watch your entire life crumble around you from just a few shitty criminal charges. You're a literal grown-ass woman which is just embarrassing as fuck.
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© norman-fucking-reedus 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, or adpated to any other platform. You may translate my works with my asked and given consent.
#god bless america#fucking old people man#like can you imagine#go get a job#the walking dead#norman fucking reedus
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words can not explain the hatred i have for bethyl fans.
#its giving delulu as fuck#theyre so weird#what is wrong with yall#beth is a minor...#daryl dixon#beth greene#the walking dead#norman fucking reedus
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The farmers trashy daughter
“Who tha’ hell are ya?”
“Could say the same for you stranger”
“Haven’t seen ya around ‘ere”
“Again, could say the same for you”
“M’Daryl, came in with the new group”
“Well I’m Y/n, the disappointment Greene”
#daryl dixon#norman fucking reedus#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#daryl imagines#daryl x reader#daryl dixion imagine#daryl twd#moodboard#daryl x you
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Tw slap of homophobia
“Tha’ hell? No way, we’re jus’ friends. Stop tryna make it into somethin’ tha’ its not”
“‘Jus’ friends’ don’t look at each other like tha’ little bro, think yer hidin’ somethin’ under yer shirt”
“Yer fuckin’ delusional, Merle”
“Yer a fuckin’ fag, Daryl
Darly Dixon’s first love, a boy from his shitty hometown. He was like a breath of fresh air after months of drowning, head barely above water. His parents were also shit, but they were never home either, and his house had become Daryl’s safe space.
He was certain this was just his friend, best friend even. But the side long glances, nervous touches of fingers, and awkward eye contact, he’s not sure anymore. At first it scares him, the idea of being gay, he knows what his family would think, and they already despise him. He’s hesitant, even flat out denies it for a moment.
“Nah… I don’ really think m’into anyone”
Over and over, he kept telling himself that, hoping if it played on loop enough that it would actually start to be true. Nervous touches turn into soft caresses, ones that make Daryl’s heart skip beats. His bedroom is small, bed even smaller. It made Daryl nervous, he was scared, but so excited at the same time.
Soft caresses eventually turn into hand holding, and Daryl has long gone stopped watching the TV, cheeks red and gaze everywhere else in the room but in his direction, that is until he gently turns Daryl head, forcing him to make eye contact in what felt like years.
He smiled at Daryl, and it was like the whole world had just completely stopped, only the two of them alone together. He pulled Daryl’s hand to his chest, shyly glancing at him before tugging his arm over his shoulder, crashing into Daryl’s lips. He was taken aback at first, but easily melted into it, his heart hammering and cock twitching.
Simple and innocent hangouts had morphed into messy and heated makeout sessions, each kiss deeper than the last. It was like their own personal routine, waltz around his empty house before going to curl up together in his bed, kissing, touching, exploring each other. He was Daryl’s very first time, making him feel so good in a way he wasn’t even sure was possible without drugs. He was Daryl’s very first love, first kiss, the first time he felt safe.
He was Daryl Dixon’s very first everything.
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“Eeeerm actually Daryl wouldnt gay because well I dont see him being gay 🤓🤓” Like what does a gay person look like to you bro I can assure you I do not give af if you think hes gay or not please dont hop on my page with no shit bc I always have the time TRUST😭🙏🏾
#norman fucking reedus#daryl dixon#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#daryl imagines#daryl x reader#daryl dixion imagine#daryl twd#moodboard#daryl x you#daryl dixon smut
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@v1rtualv4mp CAN YOU GET A JOB OR A HOBBY OR OR SOMETHING??? 😭😭WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS THISSS
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Daryl Dixon’s little girl, the sweetest little girl in all of Alexandria.
If you had told him years ago, that he’d be starting his own family, he probably would have cussed you out. Now, he doesn’t even remember the last time that he was able to properly see the floor.
There was quite literally nothing that kill the undying love he had for his daughter, no matter whatever snarky disapproval was thrown at him, there was nothing at all that made him happier then being a father, a husband.
He would do anything for his girls even if that meant handing you his very last fucking heartbeat, there’s nothing that Daryl Dixon wouldn’t do for his family.
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I haven’t stopped thinking about daddy daryl and I hope this isnt like baby fever or something bc truth be told I absolutely fucking hate kids so 🎀
#daryl dixon#norman fucking reedus#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#daryl imagines#daryl x reader#daryl dixion imagine#daryl twd#moodboard#daryl x you#daryl x female reader#daryl x y/n
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reveals the face behind this very nasty blog
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Daryl Dixon but he’s just some battered up pretty boy who lives in a small town and spends all his time as far away from his house as he can
#daryl dixon#norman fucking reedus#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#daryl imagines#daryl dixion imagine#daryl twd
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Daryl and Judas. (Plus Dog)
“Her swaying silhoutte had Daryl totally mesmerized, her frame moving in slow motion from his altered state. He ran his eyes from her feet up her long, thick legs to her round hips up to the curve of her waist, all the way up to where she gathered her hair in her hands.”
“Daryl couldn't take his eyes off her, and it was almost as if she had completely forgotten he was in the cabin”
I HOPE PEOPLE ARE STILL EXCITED FOR THIS FIC… ITS LITERALLY ALL I’VE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT 🎀
also moodboards are so much fucking fun why did nobody tell me this
Tumblr is doing me dirty as fuck with rhe quality 😕😕
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Growing up a Dixon - through Daryl’s eyes
Been thinking about Daryl who documented his life through the lens of a shitty stolen digital camera. In a typical loud, rowdy, argumentative household, Daryl learned to appreciate the quiet and peaceful moments in his life.
#norman fucking reedus#daryl dixon#the walking dead#the walking dead daryl#daryl fanfiction#daryl x reader#twd daryl#daryl imagines#daryl x female reader#daryl twd#daryl x you#daryl dixion imagine#daryl x y/n
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something to prove
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Every time your mom goes down to the city with Merle she lets Daryl stay behind and watch TV. The night your boyfriend breaks up with you, you decide you have something to prove.
Warnings: Very vaguely implied drug use, age-gap (reader is 20, Daryl is mid30’s), smut, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation (both m & f), idk there’s something else that happens but idk how to tag it (premature ejaculation???), preTWD!Daryl.
Word Count: 3k
A/n: this is a two part story, possibly three? This started out as a step-dad!daryl idea but I reworked it because not everyone’s as big of a pervert as I am. If anyone wants step-dad imagines (au or otherwise for Daryl, or Negan) lmk. 🥵😈
17+ mdni
“Who are you?” You ask, to the man standing in your house. Well, your moms house, certainly wasn’t his house. He looked like one of your moms friends from the bar.
“Shit, who are you?” He looks at you, more confused than you are. Scared almost.
“Mona’s kid?” You explain, who else would you be?
“Oh, shit. Didn’t know Mona had a kid. She just left you here?” You look at him like he’s still a stranger standing in your living room.
“I’m 20.” You watch as he sighs a little in relief.
“Right…. I’m Daryl. Uh. Her and my brother took a ride down to the city. Didn’t wanna go, she said I could hang here.”
“Of course she did,” you say to yourself with a sigh.
Daryl watches you as you run to the kitchen and grab a snack and run back toward the stairs, “Well. I’ll be in my room.”
“Wait! Uh.. where’s the remote?”
You sigh, with a smile this time, and step backward down the first step. You walk past him and dig your hand into the recliner that’s facing directly in front of the TV, pulling the remote from its hiding spot. As you walk back toward the stairs you put it to his stomach, and he takes it with both hands. “Thanks” you hear him say, and then you’re gone. Running up the stairs to lock yourself in your room.
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Daryl and Merle came over a lot after that. You didn’t see too much of them, when you’re mom had company you knew it was best to stay locked in your room. Not like you’d want to be around her company anyway.
Daryl seemed different than Merle. Everytime you did venture out of your room for a snack, or to leave the house to go see your boyfriend, and you had to interact with things outside of your room, Daryl never spoke. Honestly, it seemed to you like he didn’t even want to be there.
And every time your mom and Merle go down to the city, Daryl stays back and watches TV and smokes cigarettes in the living room. Never does anything else.
You start developing a crush. And you know it’s insane because he’s so much older than you, but you can’t help it. You never thought you’d see someone older like that, but to be fair he didn’t look it. He definitely wasn’t as old as your mom. Probably mid 30’s? Probably. You couldn’t ask. And there was something about him. Brooding, quiet, but… safe. He never bothered you, never looked at you too long like most of your moms friends did. He seemed.. sweet.
You start praying they’ll come over, and then you pray that your mom and Merle will leave. Sometimes they’re only gone for half an hour, sometimes they’re gone all night. No matter how long they’re gone, though, you always go down and see Daryl.
You never really talk to him more than a few passing words, even when it becomes a more common occurrence.
Obviously you try to look as good as you can when you do go down there to walk in front of him. You stand awkwardly by the kitchen island, pretending to watch tv, trying to say something. Usually you can’t come up with anything.
You find yourself wearing more and more revealing clothing, trying to get him to look, but you never catch him looking. And, honestly? It frustrates you to no end.
Why won’t he look?
It’s starting to make you a little crazy, multiple times you’d had to stop yourself from coming down in just a towel.
And then your boyfriend breaks up with you. Probably better off, but the night that it happens you lose it. You’re not heartbroken necessarily, but you are pissed. And you feel like you have something to prove. And all of it bubbles up into something you normally would never see yourself doing.
You come downstairs this time in only an oversized teeshirt. No underwear. Its dark, all the lights off, it is 2am, but for some reason you weren’t expecting it. It should make what you have planned even easier. Less awkward.
Instead of going to the kitchen you walk right up to Daryl and put your hand out for the remote. “I wanna watch TV.”
He looks up at you. Finally. And he hands you the remote. “Alrigh’.”
You change the channel to something else, doesn’t matter what as long as it’s not what he was watching. You settle on an old movie, looked just boring enough. You lay down on your stomach in front of where Daryl sat in the armchair, your teeshirt riding just barely up your ass, just enough for Daryl to be distracted by it. To notice it. To ask himself if you weren’t wearing any underwear.
You hear him take a deep breath from behind you and it makes you smile. Finally.
And you stay like that for a while, absentmindedly looking at the TV, not really watching it. Daryl’s watching you through half lidded eyes. Before you’d come downstairs Daryl was a good five minutes from falling asleep in that arm-chair. But now? His heart hammering in his chest, he has to control his breathing in the quiet living room, to not tip you off that you were affecting him so much. He wasn’t sure what you were doing, or if you were even doing it on purpose. But you’re 20, right? Surely… he figures you have to know.
But if you know what you’re doing, than you’re expecting some kind of reaction, and Daryl… can’t. He can’t move. He can hardly think straight. Looking at your bare legs, the little peak of your ass just barely revealing itself from under the fabric. And then you shift your hips and the tee-shirt falls away even more.
It takes everything in him to keep his breathing steady.
“Are you looking?” Your voice cuts through the silent room, making no attempt to turn back and look at him.
“No.” Daryl says, quickly. His brain scrambling over the new information that you definitely, absolutely, undeniably knew what you were doing.
You smile to yourself, the choked sound of his voice told you everything you needed to know. You can practically feel the heat in his cheeks. The tightness in his chest.
You never thought you’d be as into it as you were getting. Him seeing you like this was burning up your core. Slowly at first and then seemingly all at once. You put your head to the floor in a small moment of defeat over your own body, feeling yourself start to drip down your leg. You wonder if he can see it too. If the light of the TV is reflecting off the little strings of your arousal, coating the inside of your thighs, starting to drip down onto the carpet. A small groan escapes your lips as you raise your hips up off the carpet, keeping your shoulders and the rest of your body down to the ground.
You want to show him what he’s doing to you. You want him to see the mess he’d made. So there you are, your ass now completely in the air, only a few feet from where he’s sitting behind you, “Are you looking now?”
This time Daryl doesn’t respond. Because he can’t. His fingers are whiteknuckled on the arm-rests. And he was losing the ability to control his breathing. He was losing control of the ability to even think about breathing. To think at all.
You don’t mind that he didn’t answer, you knew. His ragged breathing spurred you further. You reach down underneath your body, through your legs, and try to spread yourself open for him with two delicate fingers. Your middle finger slipping through your folds, too slick to hold up to friction. Your hand wipes some of it down your thigh, so you can continue what you’re trying to do.
And you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, making a smile bloom on your face. A sick, cocky smile.
You spread yourself for him, before taking two fingers to your clit and drawing small circles around it. You hiss, your hips spasming at the too sensitive feeling of pressure directly on your nerve bundle, but you keep going.
Plunging two fingers deep inside of you, selfishly. This one wasn’t for Daryl, although he liked it. You needed the delicious feeling of something inside of you. Your fingers hook in you, desperately curling over and over again as you mercilessly assault your own g-spot.
The noises coming out of you could send Daryl into a coma. Not just the half-coherent babbles and deep definitely-came-from-your-chest groans. No, the sound of your slick hand squelching against your cunt so perfectly.
You go back and forth like this, between your clit and your walls, until you feel your orgasm start to bubble over. The dull throb of ecstasy climbing into every limb. You almost forget Daryl’s watching as you put your fingers back inside you, three this time, and ride your own hand until your body is shaking, expletives falling out of your mouth before you can catch them.
You lay there, on the floor in a heap, teaching yourself to breath again. Until you glance back at Daryl. With one hand covering his mouth his expression is unreadable, but his other hand gripping the arm rest tells you everything. And the hard cock pressing up against the zipper of his pants tells even more.
You’re almost embarrassed, but not quite. Standing up from the spot you’d laid down to ‘watch TV’ you silently walk over to him and wipe your hand off on his shirt. Pressing your fingers hard against his chest through the fabric, eliciting a barely audible moan from him.
He watches you walk away, listening as your bare feet pad up the steps and into your room. It takes him all of three seconds to free his cock from his jeans. Pumping himself furiously, unceremoniously, with his face buried in the spot of his shirt where you’d wiped your juices on him.
The smell of you, the taste of you, so fresh and right there. He laps at the spot until it’s soaked with his saliva. He comes in a strangled mess, trying to be quiet, hot white ropes painting his jeans.
After it’s over he curses himself. He leaves before Merle and your mom get back, to go home and change. Wondering to himself what the hell just happened.
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For a week you avoid him. He and Merle come over twice, but you stay in your room the whole time. A little too embarrassed to face him so soon after what you’d done. You didn’t regret it, or feel bad, but your normal personality had returned. With nothing more to prove to yourself, or your stupid ex boyfriend. Not bold enough to masturbate in front of older men. Apparently not even bold enough to show your face in front of him.
You wake up one night in a sweat, having another dream about Daryl. In this one he’d had you bent over the kitchen table. Fuck it’s hot in here, you go to open the window but what you really need is water.
You start to make your way downstairs, only to see Daryl. In the faint glow of the television, eyes wide as he meets yours. “Oh. Hi.” You manage to say, awkwardly standing on the last step before nodding at his lack of response, looking down trying to hide your blush.
You walk to the kitchen silently, getting some water for yourself. Feeling unbelievably uncomfortable, you wanted to be clever. To be coy and cute and everything you were the other night, but the whole thing is making you so nervous you can’t think straight. You just want to get back up to your room before you say something stupid. Before you embarrass yourself by not being that person.
You down a cup of water quickly and toss it into the sink before heading back for your room.
You’re passing in front of the TV when Daryl asks you, “Do you want the remote?”
One simple question, your head spins. You knew what he meant. What he was really saying. ‘Do it again’.
You look over at him, remote on his knee, and you nod. Walking over to him, you pick up the remote from where it sat, but you let your fingers graze all the way up his leg, over the tight bulge in his pants. “Christ.” He says, through gritted teeth.
You smile, that same cocky smile, and take your position down on the ground in front of him. You take your time, at first you really are watching TV. Letting Daryl ache for it. Letting him question if you understood what he’d meant.
He’d been wondering when he was going to see you next, if you’d do it again. If you’d do more. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was definitely the hottest thing a girl had ever done for him. Not like he had all that much experience with women, but he had some. None of it quite like that. Nothing that was so burned into his memory that if he closed his eyes he could still taste you. Still hear those explicit noises coming off your body.
He needed more. He needed to watch you again.
He waits, with baited breathe, for you to touch yourself. It feels like it’s taking forever. There’s something about you just down there in front of him, though. It feels like he’s almost able to get off on just that.
Eventually you spread your legs a little bit at a time. Raising your hips again, you ask him, “Do you like watching me?”
Daryl can’t speak. He nods but you can’t see him, you know his answer anyway. You play with yourself in front of him like you did before, taking more time. Teasing him.
You slide the top half of your body, flush with the ground, over to the side a little so you can look back at him. Fuck. He’s just staring. Mouth open, eyes half closed, fingers holding a cigarette that he occasionally drags. Just watching. Never talking his eyes off of you. Occasionally he looks back up to your face, all contorted in pleasure, but for the most part he can’t take his eyes off of what your fingers are doing. The light shimmering over every wet part of you.
You sit up for just a second to bring the teeshirt off your body and throwing it to the side. Resuming your position, now completely naked. Vulnerable. You look at him with another smile, his expression is pained.
Daryl’s trying so hard to keep himself in control. To not touch himself until you’re out of the room, that would be too much, right? He’s convinced himself that there’s no way he can pull his cock out in front of you. He’s so much older, even if you’re 20. Even if you’re in front of him, doing this. Pretty, delicate, messy pussy spread out for him. Begging for him. He can’t. He’s got to control himself. Plus, it’s too embarrassing. You’re so confident and languid with your movements, he’s sure if you saw him like the strangled mess he was the other night that you’d run out of the room immediatly.
He’s wrong, but it doesn’t matter to you. Of course you want him, and of course you’d let him slither right in behind you and claim any hole he wanted. You would love to see him lose control and touch himself, even if it was something you’d never seen a man do before. Of course you would. But the feeling of his eyes burned into you is so exquisite on its own.
Daryl’s losing his fucking mind, though. You’re doing it all different than last time. Slower, hotter. Grabbing at your tits with your other hand. Fuck. His head is dizzy, he feels like he’s going to pass the fuck out. And then you start riding your hand again. But not like last time, last time your fingers were hooked into you so tight that Daryl silently begged for you to just fuck yoursef with your fingers instead. He wanted to watch your lips spread out and over them. Wanted to watch you fill and empty your cunt with your two fingers over and over, and now that’s exactly what you’re doing.
Daryl’s chewing on his thumb, anything to keep his hands away from himself. Every time you pump your fingers inside he feels his hardened length spasm. So tight into his pants, the friction actually starts to feel good.
You add another finger, and then another. It’s too much for Daryl, who was again silently begging you to do that too. To stretch that little pussy even more for him. Before he can even comprehend what’s happening, his vision goes white. Daryl’s cock spasms violently, cum coating the inside of his pants. His thumb is bleeding from where he’d bit down on it, and he’s never been more fucking embarrassed in his life. Never been more surprised, confused, turned on.
He watches as you ride out your high, following with your own earth shattering orgasm only a few moments later. He looks down to you to see if you had any idea of what had happened, but you don’t.
You have no idea he just came in his pants without even touching himself. Just from watching you.
a/n : thanks to @norman-fucking-reedus for helping me with some ideassss for this 💕🤘🏻
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hi, general announcement about tumblr’s new privacy policy - please turn off their newly added function that allows your work to be used to train AI! apparently this was added not too long ago under our noses
mobile app -> settings -> scroll down to visibility -> turn off
tagging so some bigger writers can get the word out a little faster @star-girl69 @asvterias @ampitrit3 @rztaros @urfavefag
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theres no better way to break in a new blog then posting NSFW ABCs that absolutely nobody asked for
listen to be honest with y'all I have a crazy sex drive and if I'm in the apocalypse with DARYL DIXON, then um! you better believe I want dick 25/8 (AND BEST BELIEVE ILL GET IT)
im really doing this because its almost like I'm decluttering my brain
CREDITS CREDITS CREDITSS!
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
☆- We all know Daryl would clean you up and comfort you after sex, he's not the type to fuck and dump.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
☆- I just feel like Daryl is a major tit guy. He loves them all. Small, big, saggy, he does not care. If it can fit in his hand and his mouth then there's not a single complaint.
☆- Daryl favors his arms, and he feels like a big strong man when you latch onto his bicep.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
☆- Like I said once, and will be saying for the rest of my life, Daryl Dixon would love to creampie you.
☆- Facials?? He wants to cum all over your face and then fuck you missionary so he can watch the way his release runs down in your mouth and on your cheeks.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
☆- Daryl Dixon's dirty little secret is that he keeps a pair of your underwear to jerk off with when he goes on long runs. (The longer you wore them for the absolute better)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
☆- Before the world ended Daryl didn't exactly have much sex, only a few hook-ups that happened in dark alleys when he was blasted on hard drugs.
☆- Season 1-4 Daryl would be completely lost. A total clutz when he's ripping your shirt off with trembling hands and very sloppily moving his lips against yours, eager yet needy.
☆- Season 5-11 Daryl wouldn't be as clueless after getting older, taking your shirt off first before pulling you closer by the waist, kissing you slowly and much more coordinated.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
☆- Cowgirl. Ride him to your hearts content. He loves loves loves being underneath you, moaning and whimpering as you bounce on his cock.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
☆- He's too gone in pleasure to be funny or sexy
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
☆- Daryl is definitely hairy, but not too crazy. He's got a dark happy trail leading into thick pubes that rest rest above his base.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
☆- It depends on how clingy Daryl is and how stimulated he is. He likes to wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your neck so he can mark the skin.
☆- Some nights are filled with pure lovemaking, Daryl panting needily against you as he moans in your ear.
"Love ya so fuckin' much, so glad yer mine"
"Prettiest girl I ever seen, wanna make ya feel good"
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
☆- On those nights when he goes on long runs, all by himself with nothing but the song of nature around him, his head fills with all the memories of the softness of your body, inside and out.
☆- He often finds himself holding the fabric of your underwear against his face, whimpering into them as he twist his wrist and tease his tip, thinking about how badly he wanted to be buried deep inside your warm heat.
☆- Once just isn't enough for him. He'll stroke himself completely empty to the thought of you. The sounds of his very needy moans and wet drag of his cum-coated hand overrode the sound of nature.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
☆- DARYL DIXON CERTIFIED BREEDING KINK.
☆- Daryl also has a choking kink that works both ways.
☆- He loves to grip your throat from behind and watch how your face contorts with every thrust, listening to your breathless and choked-off moans.
☆- He also loves to watch the way you bounce on his cock, steadying yourself with your hands tightly around his neck, riding him desperately for your own pleasure.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
☆- Everywhere. If he can put your back against it, he can fuck you against it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
☆- You. No matter what you do, just once long glance and Daryl goes weak in his knees, biting his lips as his cock stirs.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
☆- Don't clown me but threesome. Daryl Dixon does not like to share his woman, friend or foe. He wants no other man to lay his hands, eyes, or dick on you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
☆- We all know that Daryl loves to eat pussy. Not matter how long or how many times he's done it, he will not get tired of the taste of you on his tongue and lingering in his mouth afterwards.
☆- He also loves getting head from you. The way you swirl your tongue around his tip and suck it drives his eyes into the back of his skull, a deep groan coming from his chest. Daryl is honestly an oral lover.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
☆- A pretty good combination of both. Depending on the mood, the night starts sensually with lots of eager kisses and roaming hands, Daryl's hips sloppily and lazily thrusting into you at first.
☆- When eager kisses become slow and deep, that's when lazy thrusts become quick and controlled, his cock sliding deeper into your velvety walls. Sometimes Daryl gets so wrapped up in how good he feels, he can't help how fast his hips start to snap against you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
☆- Only if it's absolutely safe. The first quickie you two ever had was horrifically cut short by a random walker almost biting the bare flesh of Daryl's neck, mid-orgasm at that!
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
☆- He'd be iffy about a few things depending on what they are. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you in bed, but he also never wants to deny you of what you want. (I have no fucking clue what this letter means guys)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
☆- On the nights where Daryl just needs to not think, he can go for as many rounds as his body can physically handle. He can last for a while during the first round, but it's after the second and third when he starts to struggle. He needily fucks the both of you completely stupid, only being done when a harsh dry orgasm rocks his entire world, gasping and sobbing against you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
☆- When Daryl finds your vibrator hidden behind your pillow, he gets a little curious and tries it on himself, sitting on the bed and taking his cock out, stroking himself a few times before clicking the button, feeling the toy buzz to life.
☆- He bites his lip rough when he presses it to his tip, a loud, choked whimper ripping from his throat.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
☆- Daryl only teases you when you tease him. The way you not so innocently bat your lashes at him and firmly grip his bicep gets him riled up for the day and gets you in a world of trouble for the night.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
☆- Daryl is typically a quiet guy, but he can get pretty loud in bed. A lot of the times he muffles any moans or whimpers into the soft skin of your shoulder.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
☆- Talked about this with one of my mutuals but I think Daryl would be a little bit into knifeplay. Nothing major, he just finds it really hot your life is quite literally in his hands.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
☆- Daryl definitely has a curved dick. It's a good solid eight inches and he's pretty thick. Circumcised as well.
☆- There's a long vein that runs along the underside, and a few more that become more prominent when he's hard.
☆- His tip is a cherry red and quite sensitive due to nerve damage. (from said circumcise)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
☆- Daryl used to barely think about sex, especially in the apocalypse. He'd still jerk off every so often, but not really that often. Only when he had nothing else to do, or really needed to stop thinking, which meant he was gonna jerk off for quite a while.
☆- His sex drive went through the roof after he met you, he simply couldn't get enough. It had only taken a few times before he was completely addicted to your body, and craved it each time he was away. he jerks off much more and much longer now
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
☆- It depends how many times he came. Sometimes he'll literally pass out right on top of you, still inside you.
☆- Most nights however he usually has enough strength to clean you up, and crawl into bed next to you, pulling you closer to his sturdy chest with his arms securely wrapped around you.
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