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This is so cute!!! I want this right now. ❤️❤️❤️😫😫😫

Normal Morning With Norman

inspired by this prompt - early morning kiss - a kiss that’s a wake up call, it’s barely even a lips touching, more like they’re kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze (0.5k)

warnings - none, just fluff and a sleepy norman

daryl dixon + norman reedus works main masterlist

It was unusual for you to wake up first, Norman’s schedule forced him to set alarms to resurrect him from his slumber at the most ridiculous times. You had adapted to the sound to the point where you could now easily sleep through them, however you frowned as you realised that one hadn’t gone off, and your eyes had peeled open on their own accord.

The room was dark, much like it had been when you had gone to bed, and so your hand blindly fumbled in the pitch black, searching without vision for your phone. It’s glare made your eyes squint when you found it, the digits on its lock screen stated that it was 6:53. It was much earlier than you had anticipated to wake up, and you knew that you would probably struggle to fall back asleep again.

And so you continued to lay in your bed beside Norman, sliding closer to his sleeping form as he unconsciously pulled you into his arms so that you were relaxing with your head on his chest. Each blissful moment in his embrace was truly a gift, one that you never dared to take for granted.

He was here, at home, with you, finally free from a day from working so hard. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had spent a morning with him like this, doing absolutely nothing other than melting into the mattress.

There was always a rush, condemned by a strict routine that controlled your lives. But not today, instead you had plentiful time to close your eyelids and know that Norman would still be alongside you when you awoke. But despite you being unsuspecting on your route to a perfect slumber, your affectionate partner shuffled beneath you, releasing a drowsy groan. And so you fought off the tiresome devil within yourself so that you could watch his eyes flutter open, the blue hues in his irises illuminating your whole morning.

“G’morning.” Norman mumbled like a turning walker, running his large and inked hand through his thick locks, his lips spreading in a warm and heart fluttering smile that you sensed despite the darkness in the room. You leant yourself to be heavier on his chest, your fingers tracing the defining muscles at his throat., as you ogled up at his vague shadow like a love struck fool. Your hair was a swarm like mess, and you hadn’t yet brushed your teeth, but you didn’t care as you held the side of his face in your palm.

He pressed a peck to your flesh, his other hand gripping your waist as you slightly shuffled up his body, the tips of your noses almost touching. Norman leant in closer, and you shut your eyes, feeling his breath across your lips. One of his hands gently held your hair, as he went to kiss you, however his Arun never landed upon your lips. Instead he had kissed your chin, and you laughed lightly at the sweet accident. “I think you need some more sleep handsome.”

reflection.

daryl dixon x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, pwp (porn without plot/plot what plot), rough sex, hair pulling, swearing, slight choking, praising, unprotected p-in-v, daddy kink, spanking, creampie

summary: daryl overhears you talking down on yourself in front a mirror and decides to teach you a lesson.

wc: 764

daryl grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your face upwards until your eyes lock onto the reflection of both of you in the mirror. your hair is all messy and disheveled, your makeup all smudged, and dizziness clouds your vision. your mind strains to grasp simple things, such as daryl's gruff voice near your ear, as he instructs: "now, say it." you instantly becomes flustered, unconsciously attempting to hide your face in embarrasement but being stopped by daryl wrapping his arm around your neck, keeping your head still and forcing you to stare at yourself in the mirror.

you open your mouth as if you aim to say something, but nothing comes out of it. the intense pleasure and pain from the relentless pouding of daryl's hips against your own is everything you're able to acknowledge right now, while you literally drool onto his arm. daryl can't hide a smirk, proud to be the one making you so obviously cock-drunk. even so, he insists, his voice a low whisper: "ya betta say it before i make ya regret disobeying me."

a shiver runs down your spine. then, you force your brain to think. you'd never forgive yourself if you disappointed him and you know damn well how you got yourself into this situation. early on today, daryl had overheard you talking down on yourself and your looks in front of this same mirror he's rearranging your guts right now, and he could never let something like that slide. you knew exactly what you had to say.

"-m pwetty..." you mumble, almost inaudible, your eyes threatening to close. you feel daryl lean in, his warm breath against your ear.

"nuh-uh. look at yerself, look how pretty ya look takin' ma cock. c'mon, sunshine, let daddy hear ya." he demands, leaving no room for backtalk. you shudder under his touch, not daring to defy him:

"i-i'm pretty..." you repeat a little more clearer this time, making sure to be staring at yourself in the mirror as you say it. your face gets all red and you trap your bottom lip between your teeth, the slight pressure of daryl's arm around your neck making your head even more empty.

"good fuckin' girl." he praises, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your head before fastening his thrusts, his hips stuttering a little. he finally lets go of your hair to land a harsh smack to your ass, making you gasp in surprise. he firmly grasps your ass, his fingernails digging into your skin as he starts kissing and licking your neck. he's getting extra touchy now, which always means that he's on the edge of cumming. he lands another sharp slap to your ass before moving his hand to grab your waist forcefully, extracting pathetic squeaky sounds from you.

his breathing becomes labored and heavy and he guides a hand to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles on it, aiming to initiate your own orgasm. he doesn't fail as you feel that familiar knot forming in your lower belly. your legs start to shake and you struggle to keep yourself on your feet. almost as the same time as your high hits you, daryl lets out a guttural moan before your tight velvety walls send him over the edge, making him shoot his load deep inside you. he stops his thrusting, now he sort of humps your insides while he releases spurt after spurt of thick cum inside your cunt.

you both stay in that position for a while, trying to catch your breaths. daryl chuckles a little, causing you to smile alongside him. he places a few kisses to your shoulders before removing his cock from you, leaving you with an empty sensation. he observes as his abundant cum oozes out of your hole, dripping down your legs. then, he lifts his head, eyeing your reflexion on the mirror and resting his chin on your shoulder:

"nobody ever has to right to talk down on ya, princess. not even yerself. so next time ya try to ignore how pretty ya actually are, ya betta be sure 'm not 'round to hear." despite his gruffy tone, you can't help but melt in his arms, his unconditional love almost palpable. you close your eyes for a moment, but you're able to feel his face contorting into a smile. "i love ya, sunshine."

a/n: this is my first time ever attempting to write anything longer than one paragraph lol (and it still came out so short) so lmk if this sucks ass. btw english is not my first language so there might be a little misspelling or weird phrasing here and there lol