i'm rewatching twd so here's a lil rick grimes smut to whoever's interested <33
it's set during 5x16 when rick wakes up in that room after michonne knocked him out n he has all those lil white plasters on his face <3
rick grimes x trans male reader
warnings/content: smut so 18+, rough sex mixed with some loving sex, first time together, vaginal sex, cum eating, kissing, all that good stuff :3
word count: 3.3k
also on ao3!
Glenn looked over at Rick. “Did you want this?”
“No,” Rick replied, shaking his head. “I hit my limit. I… I screwed up. And here we are.”
“What happened to you out there?”
“It just… took over. The anger.” He sighed, looking down at his hands. “I dunno. I felt like my mind was slippin’ again and I just felt… tense? Like nothing could get me out of that headspace. I dunno… I’m just sorry you guys had to see that.”
Unable to stop yourself, you snorted. Rick’s head snapped up, glaring at you, and you raised your arms in defense. “Sorry, man. Just sounds like you need to get laid, is all.”
All seriousness was sucked out of the room and Michonne and Glenn had to stifle their laughs, looking between each other in surprise.
Rick, however, stared you down with a tilt of his head. “What?”
“There’s plenty of people out there, Rick. Find someone to fuck and you’ll be golden.”
Glenn squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to conceal his laughter and he mumbled out, “I mean… he has a point?”
Michonne couldn’t hold back and she broke, letting out a loud laugh. “Sorry,” she waved her hands, “sorry. Wasn’t expecting that.”
“Jesus,” Rick whispered, running his hand over face. “I… If you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna sleep some more.”
The three of you began to leave, saying your goodbyes filled with laughter, before Rick called your name. “Uh oh,” you grinned, “sounds like I’m in trouble.”
“Maybe next time you shouldn’t tell the Big Bad Leader to get laid,” Glenn joked, leaving with a laughing Michonne. “Good luck.”
Walking back into the room, you watched Rick get comfortable on his back. He placed his arm underneath his head with a groan, shuffling around so much so that his shirt rode up and revealed his bruised abdomen. “What’s up, Officer?” You asked as you made your way to the chair in the corner of the room, taking a seat and resting your elbows on your knees.
He huffed out a laugh, looking at you with curiosity. “Did you mean what you said?”
“Hm?”
“About me needin’ to get laid?”
“Well, yeah?” His question confused you. “I just think you need to relieve some stress, is all.”
All he did was hum in response but there was a smirk growing on his face. He closed his eyes, dropping his head back against the pillows and relaxing deeper into the mattress, and all you could do was stare. For a moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep, your eyes stuck on the steady rise and fall of his chest, but his smirk only continued to grow until he was almost grinning. You furrowed your eyebrows, the gears in your head working overtime as you assessed the situation.
And then it hit you.
“Wait… what are you implying, Rick?”
The deep chuckle that left his lips made your stomach drop. “Not implyin’ anything.”
Your heart hammered in your chest. “Rick.”
He sat up, leaning his weight on his elbows, and smirked over at you, his eyes playful. “D’you want me to be implyin’ somethin’?”
You stared at him and he stared back. His eyes lowered to your lips and then to your throat, his tongue sliding out to wet his lips when he looked even lower, eyes trailing down your chest and landing between your spread legs. The clothes you wore weren’t revealing in the slightest–dark cargo pants and a thin t-shirt–but the way he looked you over made you feel like you were naked.
“Rick?”
He lifted his bandaged hand, gesturing for you to come closer with two fingers. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and made your way to the side of the mattress, clenching your jaw when his hand came up to rest on your leg. “I want you.”
“Then have me.”
Rick was kneeling on the mattress and tugging you down to join him in seconds, his lips on your neck before you could react. He sucked and nibbled down from your jaw to your collarbone, one hand gripping the back of your head as the other lowered to your belt. “Take these off.”
You wasted no time in unbuckling your belt and dropping your pants, struggling to kick them away as he bit down over your shoulder. Your pants got caught on your boots and you swayed, only staying upright when Rick caught you with a laugh.
“I said take them off, baby, not fall over.”
Your face flushed red as you sat next to him, untying your shoelaces and throwing off your boots as quickly as you could. His lips found their way back to your neck, marking up the other side as you finally rid yourself of your pants, and his hand slid over your inner thigh.
“They’re off,” you whispered, breathless.
“Good boy.”
He grabbed at you, moving you so that you were back on your knees, facing the wall, and he was kneeling behind you. His hands trailed up your sides, pushing down so that you were arching your back and your ass was on show.
“Fuck,” Rick gasped, the palms of his hands trailing down to the back of your thighs. “You look better than I imagined.”
“Imagined?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. You think I haven’t imagined you like this before?” He cupped your ass, dipping his finger between your legs. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.”
You dropped your head down between your arms, closing your eyes as you let his hands wander over you. His thumb teasingly pushed against your entrance, making you gasp, before his index finger took its place and he slowly pushed it inside. You were tense, the intrusion something you hadn’t felt in a while, and he could tell, his other hand caressing over your thigh in an attempt to calm you.
“This okay?” He asked as his finger pushed all the way inside you. You nodded, pushing back against his finger as he slowly pulled it back. Rick huffed out a laugh. “Someone’s eager.”
“Just use me, Rick. Do whatever you want to me.”
The deep groan that left his throat was delicious. His hand tightened against your thigh to ground himself as a second finger teased at your entrance. “Trust me, baby, I will. Just gotta make sure you’re prepared.”
Rick’s second finger joined his first, deep as it could go, and you sighed heavily as he thrusted them in and out. He took it slow, the pace feeling like torture, and all you wanted to do was beg for more. His other hand smoothed over your skin, over the back of your thigh to the front and then to your stomach beneath your shirt, until it found its way to your hard cock.
“Please,” you begged, “just fuck me.”
He groaned, deep and low, before pulling his hands from you and taking hold of your hips, pressing himself against you. There was the sound of movement behind you, a slight rustling as he discarded his shirt, before you heard a soft muffled moan followed by a pop. “God, you taste good,” he whispered, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. Your legs shook in anticipation, the thought of him fucking you turning you on more than you ever thought possible. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. You ain’t gonna be able to walk for days.”
The head of his cock pressed against your entrance and even without looking back you could tell he was big. His hands were firm on your hips as he pushed in, slow and steady. It stung, his cock stretching you out more than you were used to, but you took it with confidence, allowing yourself to feel full.
Eventually, he bottomed out, his cock as deep as it could go, and he remained still as he let you catch your breath. It took you a few moments before you managed to mumble out a soft, “Move, please.”
He pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of you painfully slow until only the tip remained, and he smoothed his hands over your back once more before thrusting into you, setting a rough pace. It took you off guard, the fast pace making you moan louder than either of you expected. His bandaged hand took hold of your jaw, muffling the whines that fell from your lips, and he leaned down to run his tongue across your neck.
It was hot and wet and teasing as he dragged it up until it made contact with your ear. “Shit, you’re so tight,” he gasped out, nibbling at your earlobe. “Fuck. Get on your back.” You pushed off the mattress with shaky arms, landing on your back with a groan and he wasted no time in thrusting back inside you, hard and fast. “You look so fuckin’ good like this, baby.”
You wanted to say the same back; he looked absolutely stunning hovering over you, his chest broad and shoulders adorned with a beautiful handful of freckles, and the band-aids on his face accentuated his features beautifully. His eyes were dark and full of lust and his mouth was agape, his lips plump and pretty–it was almost too much.
Rick trailed kisses down your neck, sucking and biting as he went, before the fabric of your shirt stopped him from going any lower. His hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it in an attempt to tell you to take it off. You clawed at your shirt, almost ripping it as you pulled it off over your head and threw it to the ground.
Almost immediately, his hips slowed at the sight of you. His eyes softened and his hands made their way to your chest, the tips of his fingers tracing over your scars. Anxiety bubbled deep in your gut and for a moment you feared he’d pull away in disgust, but that feeling was quickly thrown out of the window when he leaned down and brushed his soft lips across your scars. It was gentle, something that you weren’t expecting with the way things started, and it was intimate. You felt your stomach twist.
Once he kissed across from one side to the other, his cock deep inside of you, he moved up so that his face hovered over yours and he smiled down at you. “You really are beautiful. You know that, right?” His words took you by surprise and all you could do was nod without much thought. “Of course you do, how could you not?”
As if he hadn’t surprised you enough, his lips covered yours and he kissed you hesitantly. It took your brain a few moments to catch up but soon enough you were kissing him back with passion, sliding your lips against his in a kiss full of a surprising amount of emotion. His large hands cupped your face, almost as if he were cradling you, and your hands made their way to his hair, wrapping up in his curls and tugging gently. He let out a soft groan against your lips and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, sliding it across his with confidence. You felt him huff out a laugh into the kiss, pulling away momentarily to catch his breath before kissing you softer than you’d ever been kissed.
Your mind reeled at the change, at how he went from fucking you roughly to holding you gently and kissing you as if you meant the world to him, but all you could do was reciprocate. For a moment you forgot that his cock filled you to the brim, your body used to the stretch and your mind hazy, but then he pushed his body closer to yours and it felt like all your nerves were on fire.
He leaned back, his lips plumper than before as he struggled to catch his breath. “Fuck, I got distracted.”
“That’s you getting distracted?” You asked, panting. “God, please get distracted more often.”
His hands made their way back to your hips and his lips twisted up into a filthy smile that sent your heart rate skyrocketing. “Thought you wanted me to use you, sweetheart?”
Before you could answer, he pulled his hips back and slammed into you, setting yet another rough pace. This time, however, his lips found yours again and the two of you moaned against each other. One of your hands tugged at his hair as the other trailed down from his chest to his stomach, feeling all over his skin before inching its way back up until your fingers brushed gently over his nipple. He gasped into your mouth, pushing his chest against yours and letting his strong arms wrap around your shoulders, his face burying into your neck.
“I’m close,” he grunted, his voice thick. The noises that came from his mouth were heavenly, a mix of deep groans and delicious whimpers. “God, I’m so close.”
“Me too,” you managed to get out.
His hips stuttered and he pounded into you, trailing one hand down until it found its way back between your legs. You jumped as he brushed his finger over the tip of your cock and it was only a matter of seconds before your orgasm came crashing down over you. Your muscles tensed and the hand in Rick’s hair tugged so hard he lifted his head to watch as your body succumbed to the pleasure.
With two more deep thrusts, he was pulling out of you with a heavenly whine and cum was shooting onto your stomach. His lips were parted, pretty and pink and spilling soft moans, and his eyes were squeezed shut. You reached up to cup his face, pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his. He reciprocated the kiss, lazily running his tongue across your bottom lip.
After a few moments of lazily making out, he pulled back and stared down at the mess he left over your stomach with a proud smile. “You look good like that.”
“What, covered in cum?”
“Covered in my cum.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you fought back a pathetic moan at his words.
He dropped his hand down to your stomach, dipping his finger into the cum that warmed your skin, before scooping some of it up. He slid his hand higher up your chest, rubbing his cum-covered finger against your nipple. You gasped, arching your back at the feeling. He did that a few times, moving the cum over your body with a small smile.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food, Grimes?”
His eyes flickered up to meet yours and they darkened ever so slightly, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Hm, you’re right,” he mumbled, lowering himself until his breath fanned over your chest. You gasped, not expecting him to take you seriously, and a moan fell from your open mouth as his closed over your left nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to lick up the cum that cooled over your sensitive skin.
“Jesus,” you breathed out, the feel of his hot tongue moving over your chest enough to get you going again. “This wasn’t what I was expecting at all.”
“Really?” He whispered against your skin, moving over to take your right nipple between his lips.
You laughed through a whine. “What, you think this was all part of some big plan?”
“You’re the one that suggested I oughta get laid.”
“Yeah, and I was talking about someone like Jessie, not me.”
He chuckled against your skin, pressing one last kiss against your scars before leaning up to kiss you softly. You could taste his cum on his lips and it made you clench your legs together with a soft moan, your thighs clamping against his hips. “Hm, you like that?”
“Stop being cocky.”
Rick grinned down at you, his lips parting as if he had something more to say. Instead, he pressed his lips against your jaw, trailing them back down your chest and stomach until his breath was tickling your inner thigh. “What was that? You want me to stop?”
His lips hovered over your cock and you breathed out a deep sigh. “Don’t you dare.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Before you could even process his words, he took you into his mouth. The sudden pressure made you jump, your hands scrambling to his hair in an attempt to ground yourself. His lips were like magic, working over you in a way that blanketed your mind in a peaceful silence even as your lips parted with a loud moan. He made sure to give equal attention to your cock and your entrance, tongue sliding down to dip inside you.
“Fuck,” you whined, tugging at his hair and eliciting a groan from him. That made you buck your hips against his mouth, losing yourself in the pleasure.
You couldn’t tell how long it’d been when you felt the familiar coil deep in your gut. The feeling grew, your second orgasm approaching faster than your first, and you threw your head back as you neared the edge. Rick pulled you closer with his arms wrapped around your thighs, flicking his tongue against the tip of your cock before flattening it against the underside and sucking hard.
The force of your orgasm had you arching your back and his hands slid down to rest against your lower back to keep you steady. You moaned and whined and whimpered as his mouth continued to move over you, dragging out your orgasm until you couldn’t take anymore.
“Rick,” you whispered, gently pushing him away. He moved immediately, collapsing against you with his warm chest against yours and his face buried in your neck. “That was…”
“Incredible? Fantastic? Amazing?”
You snorted, still attempting to catch your breath. “I was gonna say great, but those work too.”
The two of you laughed, the world outside and all its problems disappearing as you held each other. Rick snuggled as close to you as he could, his heavy breaths slowly steadying until you were sure he was asleep this time. The thought of him being comfortable enough to fall asleep in your arms made you smile and you grabbed at the sheets, ensuring that the both of you were covered.
You began to drift off, exhaustion settling in, when there was a knock at the door. Rick stiffened up against you but stayed wrapped up in your arms as the door opened, and Carol walked in.
“It was about time,” she laughed, rolling her eyes playfully with a soft smile. “But you have to cut it short, I’m afraid. Deanna wants to see you.”
“Me?” You asked. “What for?”
“She didn’t say, just asked me to fetch you. Best not to keep her waiting.”
You nodded, thanking her as she left. Once you were sure she wasn’t coming back, you tapped Rick on the shoulder a few times. “Come on, Grimes. Off.” He groaned and buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you tightly. As much as it warmed your heart, you had to get him off you even when you wanted nothing more than to stay there forever. “Don’t get clingy now, mister. Deanna’s mad at you, remember? We can’t have her mad at me too.”
With a soft groan, he pulled himself away from you, letting you slip from beneath him as he dropped back onto the mattress with a thud. You shook your head with a smile as he watched you pull your pants on, his head resting on his palm.
“You having fun there?”
“Mhm,” he replied, eyes looking all over you with no shame. “You look good.”
“Says you,” you remarked, sitting beside him to tug your boots on. He sat up, peppering lazy kisses over your exposed shoulder, and you smiled wider. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”
He nodded, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. “I’ll be waitin’.”
You grabbed your shirt off the floor, throwing it over your head before making your way to the door and giving him one last smile. “Get some rest, Officer.”
Imagine prison-era Daryl Dixon being flirted with and he has no idea what to do.
Genre: Fluff(?)
Warnings: Daryl being slightly insecure
Pronouns: he/him
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The cell block was a riot of laughter. Sitting around a table, a group of survivors gathered to eat dinner. It was one of the best meals that had been served in a long while. Fresh venison, courtesy of everyone's favorite archer. The group consisted of Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Carl, and some of the newcomers from Woodbury. Daryl, of course, was not a part of it.
Instead, he sat way over in the corner of the room, sharpening a knife that probably didn't need it. He just didn't have anything to keep him occupied at the moment, but he'd rather look busy so nobody would approach him. Ever since the citizens of Woodbury moved in, he's been bombarded with more and more stupid questions and small talk.
"Hey," A voice stole his attention from the grind of the blade. speaking of unwanted conversation. A man he recognized from the first day the Woodbury folks were settling in. He didn't ever catch his name, didn't really want to. "You the one who caught the deer?"
"Yeah, what of it?" Daryl grunted turning back to the hunting knife in his hand and running it across the stone with ease.
"You're a hunter then? You think you'd be up to teaching me a few tricks?" The question startled Daryl a bit. He Watched the man out of the corner of his eye, squinting at his slow approach.
"Whatever, just means won't be me pulling all the weight anymore. I go hunting again tomorrow morning. Be awake and ready." That was all he had to say before he waved the man away turning back to his task.
"With those arms, it doesn't seem like you need much help pulling any weight."
Daryl's head shot up, glaring at the man's smile. It wasn't an angry glare, but more of a 'what the fuck is happening' glare. He wasn't exactly sure whether or not to say anything to that but the choice was made for him.
“I'm only teasing, pretty boy.” The man chuckled, shoulders shaking with the delight. “No need to look so offended.”
Pretty boy? What the hell is that supposed to mean? What the hell is he supposed to say to that? Fucking pretty boy?
“You fucking with me?” He damn near growled.
“Depends.” The innocent smile slipped a little, and Daryl most definitely notice the man's eyes travel over his body, no matter how brief the action was. “My name is Y/n, by the way. You know, cause you never asked.”
The two just looked at each other for a moment, before Daryl's nerve came up into his throat. Y/n’s eyes were not shy in the slightest. Believe it or not, the attention he was receiving was making him overthink how he looked, how he was sitting, how he smelled. A whole day out hunting and scavenging is not good for appearances. He was filthy and more than likely stunk to hell and back, so what the hell was this man doing wasting his time?
“Daryl.” He introduced himself, head sinking low.
“I know. See you in the morning, Dixon.”
“Uh-huh.” He scratched his cheek before returning to his knife, his mind finding nothing to think about except the embarrassment that was coloring his cheeks.
Currently thinking about being tied up to a bed in Alexandria and Daryl taking turns fucking my ass and riding my cock until we’re both raw and sensitive 😩😩
I can practically hear him saying “you get so sensitive when I fuck you like this baby” while he circles his hips on my cock,
He’d make these little noises in the back of his throat when my dick hits his prostate🤤 his voice would get all breathy and low the closer he gets to cumming, and the face he’d make when he finally cums is sooooo😩😩😩😩😩
A/N: This is my first time ever writing fanfic and I did write like half of this while high. But let me know how I did. I haven't written in years, sorry if I'm a bit rusty.
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It hadn't taken him long to notice you. You weren't here when he arrived, one look at Rick told him you weren't known to the sherriff either. You were carrying a large backpack, seemingly half full from the way you were lugging it through the gates. You stomped past Deanna, making your way down the street.
He'd figured out your name was Y/N. You were Deanna's other son. The one that was never here, the one always scavenging. She didn't seem too impressed with you, which Daryl couldnt understand. You were obviously putting in most of the work.
He didnt mean too, but he often caught himself watching you while you went about. You were distant, but always the first one around when someone needed help. You were anxious. He'd noticed that everytime you entered a room you scanned for exits, a way to get out before anything had the chance to try you. He knew because he did the same thing.
You were usually the first to start up conversations, Daryl was never much of a talker. After a while you started to gravitate towards him when you entered a room, striking up conversation or just standing there in comfortable silence. Daryl had to admit, he didnt mind the presence. He had taken a shine to you.
It was around the time that everybody started joking that you were each others shadows when he noticed it. That feeling. When you teased him, when you laughed, when you told him stories about your old life just to cheer him up. That feeling that he couldn't quite place.
It was like appreciation but more? He watched you roll your eyes at his dumb jokes, the ones he finally felt comfortable uttering with you. He watched you reload your guns the day before a run. He watched you pace around him on the sidewalk, so deep in a story about the dumb thing Glenn did yesterday that you didnt even notice him looking.
And finally, he placed it.
He loved you. He truly did. And once he placed it, he couldnt ignore it. It crept up on him. His stomach flipped when you put yourself in danger. His eyes softened around you and everyone saw it but you. You couldnt tell him you felt the same way, you couldnt ruin what you had now.
Aaron noticed. Teasing both you and Daryl endlessly. Glenn and Maggie noticed, the two made it into an inside joke between the three of you. Rick noticed. But he had always noticed. He saw the way Daryl looked at you. It was the same way he looked at Michonne.
Daryl decided he would never say it. And if one of you died without him ever admitting his love for you out loud, so be it.
But he left for a run one day, and when he left you had been safe at home. It was supposed to be quick and easy, but Daryl knew these runs never actually panned out that way.
The building he was in had one room in it that was locked. Full of walkers, a chair shoved in front of it. Daryl decided he couldn't take that many, not alone. So he left it, deciding to search the other side of the building, steering clear of the room.
He wasn't sure how it happened, but the chair slipped. He heard it clatter to the ground, and he heard the door fall open with it. He cursed under his breath, the only way out was back the way he came. Daryl moved to the window next to him, knocking the glass out with his boot.
The walkers were stumbling into the room now, groaning and bumping into one another. Daryl was hanging out of a second floor window, but if he did this right, he wouldn't bust anything.
He did it wrong.
He knew he did it wrong, because the second he hit the ground he felt a searing pain up his left leg. He knew it wasnt broken, but it was definitely not right.
Daryl limped his way into an alley. He couldn't ride like this, he could barely put any pressure on his foot. He'd have to wait for someone to notice he was gone. Then he'd have to wait for them to find him. He remembered when you'd given him a walkie talkie, told him to keep it on him "just in case". He felt stupid for scoffing at you now, he could use it. You were right, but you always were.
You were the one to notice when Daryl didnt cone back. You'd listened all day, waiting for the sound of his bike to travel over the walls and back to you. But it never did.
Tara had said that Daryl would be back around 5, so when it hit 6, you went to Rick. After voicing your concerns and ignoring the look Tara gave you when you did, Rick agreed. Daryl had been gone too long, he should be back by now. Those words calmed you. Knowing Rick took you seriously. He asked why you hadn't gone to Deanna about it.
"Because he's your people. And Mom wouldn't let me ride out of here just to go get him," Rick smiled at that, and lightly told you that he wasn't gonna let you do that either. He, Michonne and Tara would go, but you had to stay with Carl and Judith. Your stomach flipped, and you tried to stop it, but when he told you that you were staying your face fell anyways.
You knew that Rick knew Daryl better than anyone, better than even you. But your body still ached from how tense it was. You cooked with Carl, (attempted it, anyways) read to Judith, walked around the community with them both to clear your head. But when dinner rolled around and Carol showed up to save you from your failed, earlier attempt at a meal, your stomach still twisted.
"He's fine, you know how he is, probably just lost track of time," Carol said, heating up the food while Carl laid Judith down. "I know, but," You rolled your palms over your eyes. It didnt matter if she was right, you just wish you knew what was happening.
Carol laid a hand on your shoulder, and for a moment, you calmed. She made you eat, even when you said you didn't feel like it. And when Carl went to bed and Carol left, you sat on the porch and listened. Like you had been the whole day.
It was almost 11 by the time you heard it. You were half asleep with your head leaning against the post when the sound finally reached you. The gates opened and the sound drifted closer. But it was Rick sat on the bike instead of Daryl.
When he saw the look on your face, he chuckled and shook his head. "Infirmary. Twisted his ankle but he's fine otherwise," You nodded, thanking Rick before jogging off to the Infirmary.
Daryl was sat on a small cot, running his hand over his face. He was exhausted, you could tell. When he looked up at the sound of your steps, you stopped. His eyes softened when he saw it was you. He knew you were probably ready to punch him with how long he'd been gone without even saying goodbye. You always gave him hell when he did that.
But instead, your shoulders fell with relief, finally relaxing at the sight of him breathing. Your arms wrapped around him, and after a moment, he reciprocated. He breathed out a heavy sigh. You smelt like pine and lavender, and earlier today he wasn't sure he'd ever get to hug you again. That was never a guarantee these days.
"You ever do that again, I'm gonna kill you," He smiled when he heard you. "Not gon' kick my ass yet?" He asked lightly. "No. Wouldn't be fair, you're only working with one leg," You chuckled as you pulled away.
Your eyes were glassy, and your nose was red. " 'M sorry, Y/N," Daryl looked at you guiltily. You smiled at him, you weren't mad. "Just don't leave like that again. Without saying goodbye," He nodded. You were right, you always were.
The mood shifted. The tension from the day was washed away, and suddenly you were just left with eachother. His eyes weren't leaving yours, and when you finally couldn't take it anymore, looking away, at the floor, at your feet, at the wall next to you, Daryl made a decision.
His rough hand came up to your face, turning you to face him once again. Your eyes weren't glossy anymore, the tears had been replaced with something else. He gently pulled you forward, and when you didn't pull away, he pushed himself towards you, lips capturing yours gently. Your hands came up into his hair, holding him there.
When you finally had to push back to catch a breath, you didn't go very far. Resting your forehead against his softly, both of you breathing heavily. You smiled, "What?" He asked gruffly, smiling back up at you. "Nothing, just never thought I'd get to do that," You whispered.
He kissed you once more, and this time you couldnt help but grin against his lips. "Stay a while?" He asked quietly, you didn't need to answer, jumping up next to him on the cot. And before you could stop to think of how the others would react, Daryls arms wrapped around you, and before you knew it, the sound of his steady breathing lulled you to sleep.
heist movie where it’s just 20+ different heist teams from dozens of countries trying to schedule their slotted raid like the world’s most aggressive game of “book the public utility space/community arts hall”
warnings: some smut, not really descriptive though, and a smidgen of internalized homophobia, top reader
word count: 2.2k
- you’re an avenger
- you’re pretty badass, kind of the opposite of steve. i mean he can be badass but i feel like your energy radiates badass kinda like black widow. your suit is all black, you swear all the time, your sense of humour is pretty raunchy compared to his, and you don’t give a shit about maintaining a good appearance. you were just you and you were an asshole sometimes.
- and sometimes you were an asshole to steve
- you two didn’t exactly seem like friends to those who didn’t know you very well, and you seemed.. well, you were just confusing to those who did. you bickered and rolled your eyes at each other and annoyed each other all the time, but you still insisted on working together and you stood close during meetings.
- the team figured you had a frenemies kind of thing going on
- but they had no idea you and steve were dating
- you couldn’t blame them. it wasn’t even official between you two but you knew you were exclusive
- you were just two dumbasses who didn’t know how to weave through a relationship
- especially because steve wasn’t used to being with a guy, let alone knowing he was bi, and you got that he needed to ease into it.
- the beginning of your relationship was odd, because it began with a heated argument. you were yelling at steve for being too uptight about something and never bending the rules even when he should
- “you don’t think i want to bend the rules?” he snapped. he shoved you away from him and started to walk away. “there are things i want to do that i can’t, okay! my whole life, i couldn’t-“ he let the sentence drop off and held your gaze. he wasn’t about to blurt out that he liked men, let alone to you
- you grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. “don’t touch me unless i say so, rogers. got it?” you ordered, glaring at him. you held the bottom of his neck roughly against the drywall with your forearm. you liked the slack look on steve’s face that remained only for a moment before it hardened with anger again.
- that’s not the only thing that hardened.
- you looked down and looked back up to find steve’s face flushed and his eyes wide
- “you’re hard?” you said, then huffed; a smile that bore zero friendly intentions grew on your face. you leaned in closer, tightened the hold your arm had on his neck. “who knew captain america liked to be manhandled,” you murmured, your voice rough and shockingly close to his ear. it made him flinch a little in surprise.
- he squirmed and made a desperate sound which made you laugh again. you knew he could shove you off if he really wanted to.
- you grabbed his crotch and looked at him for permission. he was breathing heavily now, hard as a rock.
- “let’s see what america’s ass looks like, then.” (and some dick sucking ensued)
- here’s the thing, steve definitely bottoms. because i said so. he was NOT into that at first; he thought it would be painful and dirty and gross and so on
- but he was submissive as shit with whatever else you did and loved when you talked dirty. god if you turned on the Teasing Steve Tone he would melt for you even if he found it condescending
- once he did it for the first time, he LOVED sucking ur dick 😭 when u use his face until tears are leaking from his eyes and he’s just totally at your mercy. he can come just from that. which you then tease him for
- or when you have a bad day and you and him go to your place and you slam the door shut and say “take off your clothes”
- your relationship isn’t only sex and being annoying to each other though.
- when you get hurt on a mission, steve is panicking, telling tony to get you out of there now, and as soon as he returned to the tower he rushed to see you.
- urgently asking, “(y/n), are you okay?”
- you were, but you dramatically clutched your side and groaned and fell back on the bed. when steve’s eyes bugged out, you sprung back up and grinned. “you were worried about me, steviepoo.”
- “don’t call me that.”
- “then don’t be worried about me.”
- “what, i’m meant to just - you expect me to just not care about you?”
- “well i know i’m just so lovable that i couldn’t ask that of you.” your expression softened a little bit. “i’m fine steve. thanks for looking out for me.”
- he looked bashful all of a sudden and crossed his arms. “well - you’d do the same.”
- “yeah, i would.”
- and you didn’t always sleep in the same bed - you didn’t live together - but when one of you needed it you could show up at the others place, walk in, and crawl into bed with them.
- when you have nightmares about whatever past you have that makes you so rugged and untrusting and hard, you can always count on steve to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his forehead into the back of your neck. sometimes he’ll softly murmur stories about his life in the 40’s and play with your hair until you fall asleep
- but there is a lot of sex.
- steve still sort of has bad connotations with being gay/having gay sex because of his upbringing ik ik again i’m saying this boomer is internally homophobic a little bit 🙄
- so he’s skeptical of bottoming
- cause he’s like.. “.... isn’t that where we shit from..?”
- “well steve why would every guy be given a prostate in his ass if god didn’t intend for us to use them? also just clean it”
- steve didn’t really have an answer for that one.
- i mean you would never actually pressure him but you didn’t really have to. he got to a point where whenever he was horny all he could think about was you shoving him down and fucking the living daylights out of him, using him, holding his hands behind his back, etc. so he would think about that when he jerked off, and whenever he saw you in person he would blush like crazy and couldn’t look at you in the eyes.
- you noticed.
- you stopped him in an empty hallway by putting your hand near his head on the wall. “what’s going on steve? you been avoiding me?”
- he said no, because he hadn’t really been trying to.
- “you having an allergic reaction or something?” you smirked, gesturing to his face.
- he cleared his throat and pursed his lips. “it’s warm in here.”
- “mhm.”
- later that night you had him on his back in your bed, sweaty and worked up and shaking. you kept bringing him to the edge with your hand on his dick and then removing it when he needed it the most. his mind was so foggy with need that he was saying things, begging you for things, that he would be embarrassed about later.
- “tell me what you really want, steve, and i’ll let you come for me.”
- “i want you to fuck me,” he gasped. “i want you inside me. i want you to shove me down and use me. please, (y/n), let me come,” he whined, writhing around a little.
- your smile grew. “there we go. good boy.” then you laughed through your nose. “imagine what people would think,” you drawled, “if they knew the protector of their country was begging for another mans dick in his ass.”
- “i don’t care what they think,” steve groaned, thrusting desperately into the air
- that was when you decided he deserved to come
- anyway, obviously you didn’t fuck him that night, you needed to show him how to prep and everything which he didn’t love. when he wasn’t horny out of his mind he was pretty embarrassed about talking about sex.
- and the first time you did it you were slow because steve was nervous and obviously it would hurt, but once he got used to it, he couldn’t understand how he’d ever had sex any other way
- feeling you so deep inside, so full, he’d never felt closer to another person before
- he loved when you used him and did what you wanted and he didn’t have to worry about a thing (obviously u didn’t really use him and always made it a priority to make him come but he didn’t know that). he was so used to being in charge and making all these decisions, and it felt so good for someone else to control things
- besides, he used to be a small guy, and sometimes he still felt like that person. you made him feel small and safe
- the first person to find out you were dating was tony, unfortunately. he caught you making out outside the tower after you had gone on a late night walk and he was coming home from a date with pepper, who had gone back to the car to grab her purse and hadn’t seen you guys. steve’s arms were around your waist and your hands were gripping his jaw and tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.
- “my god. capsicle and sunshine” (he called you that because you were Not a morning person. or a sunny person in general)
- you jumped apart but tony kept talking like it was nothing. “i can see it,” he said, examining the two of you with a hand under his chin. “i admit, hate sex can be pretty good.”
- “we don’t hate each other,” steve snarled. “and keep your mouth shut about this.”
- “maybe you shouldn’t be eating each other’s faces in public if you didn’t want people to know!”
- steve grabbed your hand and pulled you away.
- “ow,” you hissed, and he let go. you shook out your hand. “jesus, steve. calm down.”
- “sorry.”
- “so,, i hear you don’t hate me. how sweet,” you grinned at him, trying to lighten the mood, and slid your hand into his. he held it like porcelain this time.
- “of course i don’t hate you. well, sometimes i hate things you do,” he said sternly, probably referring to your sometimes reckless behaviour, “but i don’t hate you. i actually.. i like you.”
- you snorted. “well i know that.”
- “i know. i’ve just never told you that, i don’t think. so yeah, i like you a lot, actually. but don’t let that inflate your ego too much.”
- “i like you too. see, we’re even. my ego can’t inflate now. it’s probably at max capacity anyway.”
- after that, steve decided to tell bucky about you two. he was tired of hiding and although he wouldn’t tell you this, he was proud of being with you.
- bucky wasn’t surprised. he knew you two liked each other in your own complicated ways; the only thing he was surprised about was that two people as stubborn as you could make a relationship work
- after a while, you and steve were comfortable being more lovey dovey with each other. it wasn’t just crushing and sexual tension now - you were falling in love with each other. so you weren’t the most affectionate couple, but the team had noticed a difference in how you acted around each other.
- you had started kissing each other goodbye as a habit now, at least in private
- one afternoon, the avengers had finished a meeting and tony had offered to provide all of you with chinese take out
- you were all spread out across the room, some of you on the couch, some on the floor even, peter was cross legged on an ottoman, and you were in a chair at a small table to the side, picking at some chow mein
- steve checked the time and sighed. “i have to go, i’ll be back in probably an hour. thanks for lunch.”
- tony nodded as steve stood up and put his - your - jacket back on. steve absentmindedly walked over to you, plucked a noodle that had stuck to your lip and popped it in his mouth, grinned at you, and kissed the corner of your mouth. and he left the room and shut the door.
- something felt off.
- his eyes widened. oh.
- he could escape and let you deal with it, but that probably isn’t what a boyfriend should do, so he sucked in some air and ducked his head back in the door.
- everyone was looking at you. you were sitting stiffly in your chair, your eyes travelling around the room.
- steve cleared his throat. “sorry about that. habit. um, (y/n), want to join me? until they unfreeze?” his eyes snapped to tony. “don’t make a joke about that.”
- “you’d know a lot about unfreezing, wouldn’t you,” tony said without looking away from his food like it was a reflex. “i’ll tell them how long you’ve been boning, now run along kids.” he waved you away.
- “thanks,, i think,” steve muttered.
- you were by the door at this point, and steve reached in, grabbed your hand, and tugged you outta there. when you were outside, you looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
- “i guess that’s over with,” you smirked. you looked at steve with genuine eyes. “you okay?”
- steve nodded and tugged you a little closer to him. “yeah. i am.”
request summary: tony is his usual sassy self, teasing ppl and being sarcastic, and (dom) reader is the only one who can tame him/put him in his place. preferably light and funny
warnings: slight nsfw insinuations/mentions ig?
word count: 900
- we all know tony is dramatic
- and sassy
- and sarcastic
- i mean look at the gif
- it’s probably one of the first things you noticed about him when you met
- however, you could definitely hold your own around him which impressed him
- in fact, you were one of the only people who could really make him flustered
- or blush
- at first he thought you were annoying because he didn’t like when people could win arguments with him, or when they could out-flirt him
- (yeah y’all had a lot of unresolved tension for a while)
- but then you asked him out, and he realized he’d only been seeing half the story
- he had no clue you’d been pining this whole time
- needless to say, he was pleased
- “i knew you’d come crawling back for more, (y/n). i’m afraid you’ll have to get on yours knees and beg. company policy.”
- you smiled dryly and stepped closer. “if one of us is gonna be on our knees tonight, it’s not gonna be me,” you said in a low voice. “see you at eight.” you patted his arm and walked away
- he was blushing like crazy but crossed his arms and cleared his throat to play it off
- (i mean he wasn’t on his knees because he doesn’t give up the goodies on the first date)
- but the third date
- he’s been with plenty of men, woman, people, but you were the most dominant person he’s been with. it definitely opened his eyes to say the least
- after that, you were able to make him even more flustered with little things you said and did
- especially with suggestive jokes
- sometimes you would whisper them in his ear when he was in the lab with bruce
- and he’d cough a little, his cheeks heating up, and you’d smirk and continue what you were doing
- bruce didn’t even want to know what you said
- don’t get me wrong though, tony was still a sarcastic little shit
- he was just a horny sarcastic little shit now that you were around
- no but he still called thor point break and peter underoo’s and so on
- and just always had something witty to say
- it was the middle of winter; most of the team were in the common area, and steve was talking about the insanely cold temperatures outside
- the corner of tony’s lip tugged. “i’m sure you know a thing or two about being frozen, capsicle. you’ll be fine.”
- you were next to him on the couch, your arm behind his head. “at least he knows a thing or two about when to shut his mouth.”
- peter was like OHFBFN BURN
- tony said to you, “you could learn something from him, then.”
- peter was watching intently like omg my dads are fighting
- you licked your lips, leaned over, and whispered, “yet i’m the one who’s going to teach you a lesson tonight.”
- he sucked in some air, raising his eyebrows, and fell silent
- steve furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you, wondering what finally made tony shut up
- you just shrugged with a smile
- another time, tony was teasing peter for his age, saying how the team had to babysit him
- you walked in and said, “and yet he’s more mature than you. mornin’, babe.” you kissed his cheek from behind, but no one saw when you squeezed his ass a little. “watch it tony,” you murmured darkly, “he looks up to you.”
- peter saw tony blush, and he hid his smile behind his hand. he had to admit it was kind of cute seeing tony like that around you
- anyway, situations like that happen a lot and the team both appreciate it and find it amusing/adorable that you can make tony so flustered
- they don’t wanna know what you whisper in his ear though
- but they have a pretty good idea
- sometimes he’s purposefully annoying because he knows he’ll uh.. “learn his lesson” later that night
- because he’s a little brat
- but usually he’s just sarcastic by default and you’re quick to defend everyone
- it’s not that you don’t like having banter with tony
- but it’s almost a competition at this point
- (yeah the amount of stubbornness between you two is dangerous)
- tony also noticed that when he was nicer to people, you would kiss him more often
- not you pavloving his ass
- but what i mean is that if instead of saying something sarcastic, and he says something a normal person would say, you wander over and peck him on the lips or kiss his cheek or something
- cause you can tell when he’s about to be sarcastic
- theres this conflicting look on his face when he’s deciding whether to be nice or not
- because now that you’re around, he actually thinks about what he says sometimes before he says it
- and if he’s nice, why not reward him a little
- (and maybe you just like kissing him)
- when you’re gone on a mission or a trip or whatever, the team definitely notices an increase in tony’s quips here and there
- like. a lot
- firstly, he’s annoying that you’re gone and he misses you
- but you’re also not there to keep him in check
- when you return he’s all sunshine and rainbows because his man is home <3
request: Dom male reader being a big very muscular business man and tony having a crush and simping for you?
word count: 1k
- your company recently partnered with stark industries
- your startup also produced nanotechnology
- tony had a lot of interest in your projects and your company and saw a lot of potential in it
- he could sniff out entrepreneurs who had that “it” factor
- but he expected you to be a young, excited thing who was bright but naive and eager
- oh how he was wrong
- yes, you were relatively new to the entrepreneur scene compared to some people
- but you certainly were seasoned in other ways
- you were taller than tony
- your motions were smooth and confident
- and your smile was crooked and easy
- your suits were always sharp and fit your toned body perfectly
- and christ, tony could perfectly see your biceps through your sleeves, making it incredibly hard to concentrate
- when you removed your jacket, rolled up the sleeves of your button up, and crossed your arms, tony shamelessly ogled you
- he was glad your gaze was cast at the papers on the table
- he didn’t even know wtf you were talking about because he was staring at the veins in your arms
- you sternly said, “tony. tired? have you been staying up late in the lab again?” your face broke into a smirk. “am i gonna have to come in there and carry you out myself tonight?”
- he choked on his words and excused himself to go to the bathroom
- all he could think was fuck.
- so yeah at that point ^ you were often working with tony at the tower
- and you were surprised at how different tony was compared to how the press portrayed him
- [around you, at least] he was easily flustered, thoughtful, tastefully funny, and was kind of shy honestly
- you were introduced to peter pretty quickly
- peter is actually very observant, and he watched how you and tony interacted as you all worked and tinkered and considered suit designs
- noticed how you put your hand on tony’s back as he leaned on the table and ran you through blueprints
- noticed that you brought two coffees instead of one
- that tony was smiling So much more than he usually did
- laughing like a teenager who was around their crush when you murmured a joke into his ear
- peter actually saw blush on tony’s cheeks sometimes
- you started hanging out outside of work
- getting lunch together and going on walks and such
- working with you made tony feel like he was a teenager again, excited to go to school—work—because he knew he had a class with his crush
- okay so not to pull the getting hurt and the love interest being worried trope out of my ass
- but i do love it
- so i’m imagining tony had gone on a mission that was supposed to be simple and easy for one man
- but something went wrong
- he left victorious, but he was weak and a little injured and was dragging his feet as he stumbled back into the tower
- you had been in communication with him as one of the men behind the computer (shout out ned😼 i mean u weren’t there but i’m thinking of u king)
- and you met him as quickly as you could in the foyer, where several employees watched him enter
- he tapped his nanotech suit away and offered you a weak smile
- you stared at him, your face in disarray. you didn’t hesitate to quickly walk towards him and envelope his shoulders in your arms
- “shit, tony, are you okay?” you breathed, your chin nestled into his shoulder
- and fuck. he was now
- you know, usually tony didn’t like when people were taller than him. but you were an exception
- you’re smart, competent, sweet, and completely yolked????
- he wanted you to absolutely break him
- peter subtly confronted him about it like “sooo mr stark...? you and (y/n) are really close now, right?”
- tony’s eyes shot up. he knew what peter was doing. “what, kid.”
- “uh, do you... do you have a crush on him?”
- “i’m not in middle school, here, okay, “a crush” is a bit immature, and i mean, it’s important to be professional here and—ah, dammit. yeah, i do. what’s it to you?” he muttered. yeah he was being kind of pissy but he was trying to hide his embarrassment
- “i think he likes you too.”
- “alright, kid, whatever. get back to work.”
- i mean, it wasn’t only clear to peter
- it was clear to the whole team
- and they thought it was partly hilarious how obvious it was that tony liked you, but also thought it was adorable
- thor literally thought you were dating and made a comment on it
- “stark, you’ve found yourself a fine man. his figure is that of a statue! not that i’m flirting with your lover, stark,” he added, “i’m simply commenting on his biceps. may i touch them?”
- you laughed. “sure, thor. i’m sure my, uh, lover won’t mind. right tones?” you winked at him
- tony was blushing So hard, and he hid it by face palming
- he walked away, flipping you off lightheartedly without looking back
- you quietly excused yourself and followed him to his office
- you were dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up
- okay ig that isn’t important info but like.. fit check 🤪
- you slowly stepped forward, your hands in your pockets. “did that bother you?” you asked
- he played dumb: “did what bother me?”
- you tilted your head, smiled fondly. you walked until you were in front of him. “thor thinking you were my boyfriend.”
- tony looked down. he gnawed on his lip.
- you leaned your head in a little, lowering your voice like you were sharing a secret: “i don’t think it’s the worst idea.”
- neither did tony. in fact, he thought it might be the best idea in the world
- you’d know what he thought about it pretty soon, though
- (you’d know a hell of a lot more of his thoughts soon
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