Men who look intimidating and mean, but melt when you're in control and turns out they're just a pretty submissive boys who know exactly who they belong to, and that you're the only one who can truly control them
𝓓𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖑 𝓓𝖎𝖝𝖔𝖓 ‧₊˚ ⋅ : daryl dixon is all shy glances and quiet devotion , acting tough but melting the second you touch his hand. soft and sweet , happily leaning into you like you’re the safest place he’s ever known—even in the hell you’re living in.
tags/warnings: sub leaning!masc reader x dom!gris, porn with plot, established relationships, reader is a restaurant owner, a little fluffy in the beginning and end, reader's a bit insecure, ass eating, praise kink, a bit of feminization (use of "doll" "pretty thing" along with masc pet names) " dacryphilia, manhandling, gris is still clothed, slight size kink (obvi he's big as hell), handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, gets possessive by the end, he has mad stamina and sweet stuff YAYYY
a/n: another filler fic but it went longer than it should. tbh I I just wanted to write ass eating for the first time
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Gris was your kind, sweet man.
The most gentle giant you ever met. Always prepared to help others, always here to support. You were always boasting about your boyfriend who worked as a supporter of the infamous "cleaners" to the patrons of your restaurant. some guests however take it upon themselves to rain on your happy tangents, getting snarky and shady about their role.
“They don't really do much, huh”
“Must be hard being in the cleaners' shadow, I bet”
“What does he even do, without a jinki like the rest of those maniacs?”
You learned to just ignore the ignorant comments, but the words still pissed you off. So much, whenever Gris came to visit, you unabashedly talked on and on about him, letting his strong presence back up your claims, enjoying the scowl on each of their faces when they get see the powerhouse blonde. Big shit-eating grin on your face while he stands around within the tension,knowing that he's missing something.
“Hey back at the restaurant, what was that about?”
It was his night off the job, so you both went back to your place after closing up. Gris was prepping for a shower, stripping of his heavy uniform as you watched under the guise of reading your book. Shifting your eyes when he looked your direction.
You furrowed your brow, flipping a page, "Can't I show off my boyfriend once in a while?” You asked rhetorically, as the sounds of his clothes hit the ground. He stretched his muscular arms over his scarred chest, “Yeah, but you don't have to give those guys the time and day. Tomme, Follo and I are used to it.”
You didnt bother hiding the scorn on your face, “That's not how it should be,” you retorted, flipping yourself over to lay flat on the duvet. “Like I said, I was just showing off my boyfriend.”
At that moment, it felt right to ignore Gris' stare burning on your back. He knew there was something more. The real reason you were upset. But rather than pressing further, he threw a towel over shoulder, heading into the bathroom.
Time has passed, he's still in the bathroom, and you're still on that book, not finding it in you to read anymore. Gris came through, wearing a shirt and some shorts, settling beside you under the covers- with his back facing you. You bit your nails anxiously, hoping that while in the shower he didn't realize how annoying you were, and planned on breaking up in the morning.
You rolled your eyes at your own thoughts, mustering up the courage to just talk. "Gris, can I ask you something?"
“Hmm?”
“Did I embarrass you today?”
He sat up scarily quick. “No! What made you think that?"
“I don't know. You seemed to be really against me bragging about you today, especially to those guys.” You finally faced him with worry apparent on your face. “Was I doing too much?”
“No! Not at all, it's just-” Gris sighed, combing his blonde locks back as he tried to find the right words. “I don't think they're worth it. People talk shit about the cleaners all the time, but they're the main ones who need them the most, right? The same goes for us. People can say what they want, but it doesn't remove the fact that what we do is important. I don't care what they say. Besides, I don't want my boyfriend working overtime on PR either."
He explained, making you laughed, tipping your head toward him. “I don't mind it, though. It's fun to prove those idiots wrong."
“Why do you do it?” He genuinely asked tilting his head to side, letting you know you had his undivided attention. You pursed you lips, pretending to think.
“Because they piss me off,” you said matter-of-factly, which he agreed. before turning your head, murmuring under your breath.
"and I like you."
Gris blinked at you. Did you really say that? “You what?”
“just forget it, let's go to sleep” you quickly dismissed it, bookmarking your book, and throwing it aside as you tried to reach for the lamp string, but Gris clasped his hand around yours, stopping you and pulling you closer.
“You like me?” Gris asked again so seriously, staring at you to look at him, but you shyly avoided his intense gaze. You didn't know why, but it was difficult to be honest with your feelings. Of course, you liked him. He knew you liked him, you just couldn't say it without it turning your stomach. You asked him to be patient with you, and he was, believing that as long as he's by your side, you'll say it full-heartedly one day.
You just did, and now he needs it repeated.
“[name]?” He called your name with warmness lingering in his tone. Your weakness. You finally turn to him, feeling awkward about yourself. His blue eyes soften at the sight of you, easily closing the distance between you two, and giving you a peck on the lips. And one more. And one more. Each one taking your breath away, as you panted, leaning on eachothers forehead. "That's enough, seriously ill pass out" you humored, while the blond man felt a certain urge grow in him.
“[name]?”
“Hmm?”
“I don't think I can sleep until I hear it again”
You weren't prepared for the way he came back for more than a peck, drinking up your soft sounds against his lips, as he slid his hand down the planes of your body, grabbing on the plush of your ass. You moaned in his mouth, calling out his name “Gris~ what are you- fvckkk~" you cursed, feeling two thick digits push against your entrance, only to see that it went in easily.
Gris looked down at you, “Did you..?”
you gave him a cheeky smile. “You know, just in case.”
Gris mirrored your smile, pulling the blanket out the way to kiss every itch of your back, going lower and lower. Swiftly taking off your pajama pants, and discarding them somewhere on the floor.
“Ass up for me, doll.”
You obeyed, keening to every peppered kiss he gave, as he spread your ass open, kissing at your rim, as he began to lap his tongue slowly--taking his sweet time to enjoy you. You moaned into the pillow below, biting your lips as your cock twitched underneath you, rutting against the sheets "oh my ga- it feels so good, Gris" You whimpered loudly, losing grip on your thoughts as Gris indulged himself. slurping faster as you squirmed and shook in unforgiving hold. “Gr-Gris, baby, I'm cumming~” but he didn't let up for a second, only reaching for your leaking, neglected hard on, jerking you off from behind.
His touch had you seeing spots as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Not a sound came out of your parted lips as thick seeds slowly dribbled from your tip.
“Atta boy~.” Gris praised, a sadistic smile stretching across his face as he stroked you faster than before. You let out a broken cry, clutching on to your pillow, as he overstimulated you. It was becoming too much, his strength in one arm holding you down as he licked long stripes over your heat and firm grip on the base of your sensitive cock.
You tried, like really tried to crawl away.
“Where are you going, pretty” gris sat up on the bed, lifting your bottom half with him. You gasped at the fact that he just did as if you weighed nothing. You were basically a ragdoll in his hands. He easily overpowered you, and all you could do was take it.
You let out a whiny plea “Gris please, I can't-”
“Yes you can, pretty thing, yes you can~” You let out a shaky moan as he kissed your pulsing hole “Otherwise you could say it”, he suggested vaguely, biting into your plushy mounds.
you shut your eyes, “Say what-?” you then opened, swiftly shooting darts at him, “dude really- that's why- ah~!”
You gasped as he spat in you, motor-boating his face between your asscheeks, devouring you into a dizzy mess. Your little moans and cries act as motivation to keep slurping and fvcking his tongue in and out you, not planning on stopping until you said those three words.
The wet noises, his tongue, and his grunts and groans echoed in your mind to a point of no return. You were about to come for the nth time on his abs, repeatedly but weakly hitting his knee, “G-Gris, baby slow down, I'll come again~pleaseee!~”
You tried to warn, but Gris saw it as an opportunity. Circling his fingers around your leaking tip, forcing weak howl out of you. " So sensitive, you better not be holding yourself back, right" he rasped, sounding more darker as he transformed you into jittering, sobbing mess, shaking your head vigorously.
Gris, your kind boyfriend, your sweet boyfriend, watched in humor, as you weakly grinded against his tongue, muffling sobs and moans against your tear-stained pillow. Your dirty noises bounced off the walls back to his dick, hung and aching for more.
A long sobby moan was torn out of you as your cum spurted all over his hand, quietly crying as he gripped your shaft for more. He got you so dumb, you chanted and squealed, "no's", mindlessly begging him stop when Gris already loosened his death grip on you--cooing as he set your shaking body on his lap– fitting snugly his big arms, kissing your neck and face gingerly.
“Was it too much?” He asked, catching each other's breath as he dried your eyes. You gave a delayed nod, collapsing on his shoulder. "Im sorry baby, I can't help it" he rubbed your back, as you wrapped your arms above his shoulder, "its ok" you easily forgave him. He wasn't someone you could stay mad at.
“But you haven't said it yet”
Your whole body took a screenshot, as he grinded your ass against his clothed hard on. Your body quivered, trying to push yourself, but Gris slowed you down. “You don't have to do anything. Just calm your pretty head, OK?” he flirted, pressing his lips against yours for a long, passionate kiss.
This time, he took out his veiny hard on, teasing your entrance as you let a sweet gasp, into a moan of pleasure as he slowly filled you until you sitting fully on his base. "My pretty boy~ All mine, right~", Gris asked, groping and squeezing your ass, you hummed in agreement, letting him use you like a fvck toy, lifting you up and down his girthy length. “Fvck, you're so warm and tight. You're driving me crazy~”
swear at this point, you were gone.
He filled you up so good, held you tenderly, your bodies connected and sticky against each other, your brain just switched off. Fanning sweet moans in his ears.
You love Gris. You loved his touch, you loved his voice, his hands. You loved how the bed only started sinking unevenly after he began sleeping in it. When he takes off his work cap before entering your restaurant, walking in with that beaming smile as soon as he spots you in front. You loved how he stuck beside you at your lowest, and made up for every unsaid word through his actions. You loved how everyone looked up to him, and how happy you were to love him.
Your eyes began to sting as he relentlessly pounded your sweet spot over and over, both mixing your sounds of pleasure with his into a sweet song.
Gris let out an airy moan, swearing he was going to die because of how good you feel. “My pretty baby is so good for me~” he kissed your jaw, panting on your neck as you fell deeper into your daze. You really love him.
"I'm getting close," he whimpered, deeply thrusting in you a few more times, letting out high-pitched moans as you clenched around him. " ,,cumming again~" you clawed his back, trying to stay up. "cum with me, ok~" Gris got a couple more strokes in before loudly moaning as he came inside, fvcking his creamy seeds inside you until formed a milky white ring around his base.
youre whole body buzzed with intense pleasure as Gris fell back onto the bed, still holding on to you as you breathed in sync- sticky and tangled with one and other. He made a mental note to clean everything as soon as he wakes up, slowly giving in to his heavy eyelids.
Crickets chirped in the stillness of the night, alongside the sounds of busy roads and night owls in the street, everything was nearly perfect
"Gris?" you voiced.
"Hm?'
"We need to wash the sheets"
He let out a light laugh, "I know."
"And I'm cold"
He grabbed onto a dry blanket, covering the two of you, wrapping his free arm around your waist, as you lifted your head curiously, tracing his sharp jawline with your finger.
"Gris?" you whispered a last time. This time he didn't respond. must be sleeping already, you thought, snuggling into his huge chest, feeling warm and safe.
"I love you."
With no reply, it was confirmed. Closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep, contently, in his arms. That's all that really matters anyway.
Gris peeked through one eye, feeling his heart beat out of his chest. Kissing your forehead, he laid back, and gave himself to the peaceful night.
"I love you too."
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a/n: the bags underneath my eyes are actually bad and preventable
I hope you guys enjoyed and please excuse any errors <3
