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i think i should start writing again.. any suggestions?

And here is a pretty picture of my boy

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omg my mother always said when i was still actively writing that i should do it as a job and that i could earn a lot of money with it. But she never understood that it took my fun out of it as soon as I started my internship in that direction and she's still mad that I'm throwing away such a talent.

I was telling my dad about ao3 and he asked "But why would anyone do it if they're not being paid?" And that genuinely makes me so sad. The fact that the majority of people are told things are only worth doing if there is financial gain in it. Oh you're an artist? Artists don't make any money.

Sometimes the point isn't money. Sometimes it's just to create.

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oh my GOD??????? need him between my legs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. normans such a slut like i knew it but godddddd

also found this on tik tok from ‘dixonsvixens’!

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This is what I needed my whole damn life, thank you for this master piece

I cannot stop reading all of ur fics!! They are amazing!

I also cannot stop thinking about shotgunning with Daryl.

Like Daryl and her have never spoken before but he finds her getting high somewhere and joins her. They start by passing the joint between them and he keeps staring or getting touchy with her then one of them bring up shotgunning and they do it and it leads to nasty fucking

If my dirty fantasy is too much please feel free to ignore 😘

hiiii thank you sweetie💗💗 this was supposed to be a little daydream but it kinda turned into a whole one shot so… enjoy:)

cw- 18+ content, smut, nervous subby Daryl, virgin? Daryl, smoking, hand stuff, afab reader (no pronouns used), not rllllly proofread… 1.4K wc

SHOTGUN

A guilty cloud of vapor dissipates into the cool evening air as you look to see whose footsteps are rounding the corner.

“Oh. Sorry.” He grumbles, halting to a stop. Immediately eyeing the half a joint you have left, burning by your side.

“All good.” You give him a shy nod after realizing it was only him. Not Rick or Carol, who would definitely have your ass for being out this late. Especially doing what you’re doing.

You stand there, not really knowing what else to say as he takes a carton of Malboros from his jacket. Leaning up against the concrete with a knee up, sole of his boot pressed to the wall. You watch as he lights his cigarette, though you get a feeling he’s a little more interested in what's lit up between your fingers.

He tips his head back as he blows his smoke into the air. The light and spacey feeling in your mind allows you to relax in front of the typically rather intimidating bowman.

“You smoke?” You realize the second he looks over that it sounded like a stupid question.

“I mean obviously you smoke but… like smoke, smoke?”

“Before…,” he waves his hand towards the courtyard, “Yeah. ‘bit.”

You nod, thinking it would be awfully rude if you don't offer him a hit. He’s the reason you and the rest of the prison ate tonight. The least you could do is share your little treat.

“Do you want some?”

He answers with a hesitant shrug. Like he definitely wouldn't mind but he also doesn't want to say it out loud.

“Here,” You walk over and stand in front of him, a bit closer than he was expecting, though he doesn't seem to mind. Pretty thing like you, no way in hell would he object to you getting all up in his personal space.

He takes the joint from you and hands you his cigarette, to which both of you take a long drag. Trading smokes for a moment. He breathes out with a sigh. Like the instant floaty feeling was something he actually really missed.

“Don’t think we’ve met yet.” He says as the two of you continue to switch your smokes with every hit.

“I already know who you are. The famous Daryl Dixon.” You tease, mindlessly going to touch the buttons on his vest. Unknowingly sending his heart rate on a damn car chase.

He snorts at your comment, shaking his head as he lets the smoke billow out of his lips.

“I’m serious. Everybody knows who you are.”

He clearly doesn't take compliments very well because he just chews on his inner lip, taking his cigarette and putting it out on the wall. Less interested in nicotine after trying your little treat.

“Are you always this quiet?” You ask, not knowing where your boldness is coming from, but chalking it up to the reefer now resting in between Daryl's fingers.

He doesn’t answer. Just takes another hit. Avoiding your gaze.

You lean in all close, gently grabbing his free hand and guiding it to your waist. “Am I making you nervous?”

“You’re definitely not helpin’, that’s for sure.” He keeps breaking eye contact. Trying to look anywhere but your lips. Though his lack of manners is only out of nerves and he's praying that you recognize that. He’s not trying to be rude.

“Have you ever shotgunned before?” You ask, grabbing the last few hits left of the little joint. He shakes his head, the movement so subtle that you might not notice if you weren't so desperate to kiss him right now.

You smile softly. Knowing that if you laugh even the slightest bit, you might scare him off.

“Mkay. Just part your lips. I’ll go first.” You take a drag, the familiar feeling stinging in the back of your throat as you inhale. You lean in as close as you can, until your lips are actually grazing his. Exhaling slowly as he breathes you in. Immediately noticing the way his hand twitches where it’s resting on your waist.

“Ok,” You lean back only enough to hold the last of the joint in between his parted lips, “Your turn. Last one.” He inhales, as long and deep as he can, making the most out of the burning ember between your fingernails. Tossing it to the ground, you lean back in, lips brushing his own as he exhales for you. And with one hand resting on his thigh, you pull on his jacket, forcing him to close the gap between you. Pressing your lips to his. Tasting weed and smoke and the warmth of his tongue. His other hand is already at the back of your neck, pulling you forward and deepening the kiss.

There we go.

And though he’s still a little nervous, instincts kick in and he pulls you flush against him. Jeans tight in the groin as the hand on your waist snakes its way down to your ass, giving you a nice squeeze.

“Mhm,” your sound is quiet against his mouth, but it doesn't make its way past Daryl’s ears. His cock twitches in his jeans at the realization. And he definitely isn't prepared when you start to grind into him, the friction forcing a little sound of his own to escape against your lips.

“Damn,” he pulls away for a second. Breathing heavy as he readjusts his grip on the locks at the base of your skull.

“This ok?” You ask, teeth knocking gently as you start as his belt. Loving the way his breath hitches at your touch.

“Right here?” He seems a little surprised at your forwardness, but in all honesty he wouldn't care if you were in the middle of the freakin’ woods. He knew the second you approached him that he wouldn't be able to say no. Not to your pretty face.

“Nobody out here but us.” You reason. Moving to kiss down his neck. His breaths get deeper and deeper the more you play with him. Hands stroking him through his boxers, while you suck a sweet little love bite onto his collarbone. To blush at later when he sees it in the bathroom mirror.

“Uh- okay. Yeah.” He swallows hard. The fact that you actually want to fuck him right here, right now gives him all the courage he needs to spin you around and press you up against the concrete.

Fuck. Yes.

He starts kissing you again. Messier this time. Less worried about you pulling away and never speaking to him again. Not that that option ran through your mind even once. He’s just a bit of an over thinker.

You grab his hand and lead it between your legs. Letting him know that it’s ok. That you want him.

“You can touch me too, y’know. I don’t bite. Well…” you trail off into a breathy moan of a laugh as he starts to rub you through your sleep pants, messy and inexperienced but trying nonetheless. He takes your moans as a good sign and dips his fingers past the waistband. No underwear to toy with before he reaches your cunt. Already dripping with arousal.

You follow suit and reach under his boxers to stroke up and down his surprisingly thick shaft.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your lips. “You’re- uh- you’re so wet.”

“Mphm…” you buck your hips further onto his fingers. Loving how they fill you up so nicely.

“You’re really good at that,” you squeeze your eyes shut as he rests his forehead against yours, curling his fingers and hitting that spot that makes your knees feel all weak. The two of you stay like that until there’s nothing but raspy, muffled moans leaving your throats. Hot, open mouthed kisses while both your hips jerk forward into each other's hands.

“Keep going, keep going,” you beg against his lips. Praying that he won’t stop or switch his rhythm.

“I’m close.” He warns you, unsuccessfully trying to settle his breathing.

“Me too.” You bring him in for one last kiss and feel a hot rope of cum melt onto your hand. Your own orgasm washing through you as finger fucks you as fast as his wrist will let him.

You rest your head against the wall as the two of you catch your breaths. Thinking about the fact that you just jerked off an almost complete stranger. Hell, Daryl probably doesn’t even know your name. Not that it matters. He wants to know a lot more than your name now.

You bring your fingers to your mouth, giving him a wicked little smirk as you suck his seed off your knuckles. Cleaning up his mess. Watching you with wide eyes and parted lips, his cock starts to stir once again.

“Y’know, I don’t have a bunk mate. If you wanna take this somewhere else-”

“Uhuh.” He nods, fumbling to fix his jeans as you wipe your hands on your pajama pants.

You try to contain your excitement, but you’re smiling like and idiot the whole way back to your bunk. Dragging him by the hand and imagining just how fun it’ll be to watch his pretty blue eyes roll back as you make him into a moaning mess underneath you.

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So true

I’ll know I’ve found my soulmate when they can make me come with their tongue. Until that day… guess it’s just me and my rose😫

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Y/N: *on shrooms* Zombies can also eat flesh but they mainly go for the brains

Rick: How do we sober them up cuz I have no fucking clue what they’re going on about

Daryl: Have to wait it out

Y/N: Oh my god *takes Daryl’s face into their hands* Norman Reedus

Daryl: Who the fuck is that

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That’s all I need 😭

His Parliament's on Fire, and His Hands are Up

He's older, you're younger, the public may even say ignorant; Hollywood's new harlot they're calling you, but you don't care. The press is in turmoil over the new relationship between a young actress, and Norman Reedus.

WC 1K

Warnings: 18+, fingering, thigh riding, ridiculous amount of praise sorry my kinks are showing, older man w/ younger woman, smoking, drinking

Thank you to the anon who requested Norman, I feel like it's always Daryl (which I love) but I can never find just Norman fanfic. Enjoy this saucy sexy piece, nonnie. The ending was really rushed, so Im sorry.

xoxo, pabtsblueliving 💋

pabtsblueliving © 2023

What a sight to see, you thought

Norman’s sitting in his bed, the comforter covering his bottom half as he leans against the headboard. Camera lifted to his eyes, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. You’re leaning against then doorway of the bathroom of his apartment bedroom, dressed in only a white tank top and black, lacy panties, enjoying the view of the man

You lit your cigarette and fixed your hair, posing for the photo.

Click

“Atta girl, that’s a good one” He smiled, ashing the cigarette on the table next to the bed.

You smiled and giggled, walking over to join him in the bed. You hopped in, kneeling in the tangle of sheets, taking another drag and letting it out. You both reached over to the champagne glasses Norman ordered and took a sip.

You had just turned 30 not too long ago, Norman was 54. 

He was staring, “And what are you looking at, sir…” You pointed out.

“Just enjoying my private view,” His pointer finger ran up your bare leg, “for once I have you all to myself, no paps, no press, no news. Just you.” He inhaled the smoke, putting his cigarette in the ashtray.

“I feel like its just been…a whirlwind…” You spoke quietly, walking to sit in the window, blowing the smoke outside. You turned to look at him.

“Doesn’t matter, though,” You ran your hands through your hair, following Norman’s actions and stomping out the stick. 

“I'm with you now…” You began to slowly walk towards the bed again.

Norman adjusted himself in bed. He looked great, long hair, tattoos, broad shoulders, everything you could want in a man. He sat up a little more, and made room for you on his lap. You moved the covers off his lap, revealing his black boxers and you landed on his lap. Legs on either side of his hips. 

“Hi” you batted your eyes at him, “Hey, pretty girl.” He gave you a small smile, bringing his large hand up to cup your jaw bringing you in for a kiss.

You sighed into the kiss, your hands finding their way around his neck, and your hips looking for friction already. One hand moved to the back of your neck, and his other hand snaked around your waist. You felt him urge you to move to his thigh. You buzzed at the thought, heart beating with excitement. You landed on his strong leg, panties beginning to shift and ride up.

You let out a breathy moan as his hand on your waist pushed you towards him, then back, then forward. You tucked your head into his neck, biting your lip and tugging on his hair.

“That feel good, baby? I knew you’d like it…wanna keep going for me?” He pulled your face up as your hair fell in front of your face. 

You nodded, “Yeah, Norm…it-ngh, feels good. So good to me always, baby” You leaned back, so he can look between your bodies. He looks down to see your pussy shifting back and forth on his thigh, as you look at him with hooded, tired eyes.

“You’re a little trouble-maker aren't you? Huh?” He grumbled, and he grabbed you anf flipped you onto your back as you squealed. His fingers went under the sides ofyour panties, teasing you. His touch was electrifying.

“Hey, you should talk” You bit your lip and smiled, pushing his shoulder.

“Me? You’re the pretty little thing in bed with me, and sending the media in a frenzy just cause you know what you want. And who’s tha you want?” He said quietly, space closing between your faces as his fingers descended under your panties. 

“You…” You said shakely, as his fingers played with your clit slowly.

“Sorry…I-I didn't hear you clearly, say it again?” He smirked, pushing his fingers into you.

“Y-you, Norman, Jesus christ.” Your head fell back into the pillow as two, thick fingers were now curling deep inside you. 

“Uh huh, thats what you said, baby. Look at you, takin’ my fingers so well.” His free hand came up behind your head and neck, picking your head up to make you look at him and you moaned out loud. 

“Sh-shit Norman,” You breathed out “Keep going like that, please Norm” You squirmed. 

You were toast now, him supporting and holding your head up as he continued his relentless attack with his fingers inside of you. 

“I got you, you know that baby.” He said while he pushed deeper, and he met your lips letting out a groan as you moaned into his mouth.

“J-just keep…keep doing…fuck, Norm. Im gonna…” You felt the build up of heat deep inside you, you felt as if you were in heaven. 

“Keep going, I got you, atta girl. Gonna come for me? Hm?” His thumb landed on your clit.

Snap

At that moment, he sent you over the edge, and your hand went flying to his wrist where his fingers remained inside you. You clamped around him as you came. 

He breathed heavily, watching you come down from your high, like he saw the whites of your eyes. He placed your head gently back on the pillow, and removed his fingers. His fingers then began to trail to your mouth. Specifically his thumb. You opened your mouth willingly, and he let his thumb slip between your lips. 

“Jeeesus, sweet girl, look at that.” His voice was hoarse. He removed his finger and kissed you one last time. 

You pulled your panties back on and Norman sat on the edge of the bed, fishing in the drawer for his pack of cigarettes. You came behind him, kneeling on the bed, arms wrapping around his broad frame. 

“You’re fuckin’ great baby.” You whispered in his ear, and he shivered. You plucked the cigarette from him and put it between your lips. 

He kissed your knuckles and turned to you, “Stay the night again…please” He looked up at you. His baby blues glimmering. 

You couldn't say no, so your escapades continued for a third night. 

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A tear is running down my leg..

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Daddy Andy 🫣🫣

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Speechless, just want him to stuff my mouth talk to me, obviously 🥰

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guess who's birthday is today🥰🥰

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I need a submissive!rick story oh my lord🫣

Almost spit my drink out, he sure looks good down on his knees ...

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I wanna call him daddy😇

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y’all see that too right? GAWD DAYUM😩

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Guess who’s birthday is on Monday🤭

🩷finally sweet nineteen🩷

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i sit on the beach and watch all the hot dads sunbathing without a shirt🤭🤭living my best life right now

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Fuck boys I need only these two MEN 🥰