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haveyouanytime · 3 months

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Rick Grimes age gap smut plz?

rick grimes smut | minors + ageless blogs dni! cw: age gap (rick is in his early 40s, reader is 20), cunnilingus, penetrative sex, a bit of plot!

bye i was so nervous writing this i've never written smut before !! it’s so jarring to just say certain words but it’s embarrassing to use wattpad words ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ and i'm so so sorry this took so long anon!!!

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Ever since you had found yourself in the prison after being saved from Woodbury, your eyes have always been finding themselves on Rick Grimes. You always admired him from afar as he was always busy with something-- farming with his son, balancing his daughter on his hip, talking with his friends, etc.

The community wasn’t as visually appealing and vibrant as before in Woodbury, but the difference was noticeable with how friendly everyone truly was. Before, it was a taste of suburban life with the amount of gossip and cliques, but now it wasn’t foreign for everyone to sit at the picnic benches and eat the dinner Carol served. Tonight you sat with Tyreese and his sister, Sasha, since they had become good friends of yours. With just your luck, a few others came to join, including Rick.

You let the others lead the conversation, falling into a timid position with her gaze on your bowl and a flutter in your heart. But as you listened to the active conversation, your eyes wandered over to Rick. You admired his dark brown hair that fell into waves down past his ears, his scruff that fell below his cheekbone and framed his jawline, and his eyes that matched the sky on a clear, sunny day. He picks at his plate as he listens from his spot down and across the table, his eyes flickering due to the itching feeling he felt of being watched.

His baby blue eyes caught your observations, meeting yours and making your breath stop and heart race. Your eyes widen and you pretend that your bowl is of much more interest, but his eyes stay on you for a few more seconds. Not long after, you excused yourself and your half-eaten bowl, deciding to call it a night before anyone noticed your and Rick’s interaction or how your cheeks burned afterward.

After dinner, you went up to one of the empty watch towers. It was always empty and had become one of your favorite spots for peace and quiet. You always left a few blankets up here for the nights you wanted to sleep looking at the stars, and tonight you a few of them out with the same intentions. You sighed while looking up at the dark sky, trying to wash away any nerves you felt during the dinner, but baby blue eyes always seemed to pop back into your memory.

Suddenly, there was the sound of the door creaking open and boots clicking against the cold concrete floor. You turned, seeing the man that consumed your thoughts. You swallowed the lump in your throat, giving him a soft smile. “Hi.”

He gives a small grin back, slowly walking towards you with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Hey. I, uh… I always see you up here. I was wonderin’ if you wouldn’t mind some company.”

“I don’t mind.” You take a step over, letting him stand beside you. He mimics your position, leaning forward and resting his forearms against the flat surface of the open window. A silence falls over you two, only the sounds of trees brustling in the distance, faint chatter of people still having dinner, and the faint groans of walkers that you push aside internally.

“If you don’t mind me askin’,” He slowly starts, interrupting the serene silence with his deep Southern drawl, “Why were you starin’ at me durin’ dinner?”

You tense up, hesitating. You can’t seem to look at him, but a wave of confidence washes over you as you answer with a soft voice, “Well… I guess… because I like you.”

He seems just as caught off guard as you were before, and you can feel his gaze turn to you and trace along your profile. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as his gaze falls to his forearms that lean against the open window. “I dunno. Ain’t you a bit… young for me?”

“I don’t think so.” You softly respond, turning to face him and watching his reaction with a gentle gaze. A part of you was hoping he wouldn’t have brought it up-- you weren’t dumb, you knew you were barely 20 while he was in his 40s. “Does it matter?”

He raised an eyebrow, a scoff passing his lips like an airy laugh, “Well, of course, it matters. You’re not mature enough. What would people say about me with a girl that’s young enough to be with my daughter? How would they know you’re the one who made the first move if they see me walking around with a girl half my age?” “Don’t say that. I’m not a baby. I’m an adult. I’m mature.” Your brows furrow, your hands moving to toy with the hem of your shirt, “And it doesn’t matter what they think. People talk and gossip, but if they’re honest, they’ll ask for the truth.”

He stares into your eyes, a sigh laced with frustration huffing from his nose. “Look. This ain’t right. It ain’t normal. And I can’t be seen as one of those old men who chase after girls like you.”

Your lips press together as his words echo in your mind. Rick can’t tear his eyes away from yours, especially as your sadness was evident in the way they twinkled with the moonlight. “You… you really don’t see anything with me?”

His frown deepens, shaking his head as his gaze turns back to his hands. “No. Not like that. Look, I’m not gonna lie-- sometimes, I think you’re attractive. But… it’s just… I’m so much older than you. How could this ever work out?”

You think, your eyes flickering back out towards the tree-covered horizon as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. When you do finally speak, you turn your gaze back towards him with your voice soft, barely above a whisper, “If you can’t give in and see anything with me, then just give in one night. That’s all I’m asking for.”

He hesitates, his eyes slowly wandering back to you and down to your lips. You were persistent, that was for sure. "What if I agree to it? What then? Where would this one night lead to?

“I don’t know.” You softly answer, your brows furrowed slightly. “If you still don’t want anything with me after, I’ll leave you alone. Please, just… give me one chance.”

He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. The offer was tempting, he could admit that, especially as he searched for gaze for any sign of malice behind your offer. Instead, he got lost in your beauty, reminding himself of every reason he fell for you in the first place. “Alright. You get your one night. That’s it. Deal?”

You only nod in response, your words caught in your throat as your confidence from before disappears at his agreement. Rick suddenly takes a step closer, pulling you into his arms. Your lips parted in surprise as you softly gasped, your hands pressed against his chest. “If we’re doing this, it has to be special. That’s all I’m saying. It can’t be some ordinary fling. I ain’t your average 40-year-old dad, you know me. I’ll make sure you never forget me.”

His hand travels down to your hip, his hand slipping under the hem of your shirt so his fingers lightly brush against your skin. His voice is low, a smirk pulling the corner of his lips as he continues, “How does that sound, sweetheart? A night to remember?”

You nod again, your eyes flickering back and forth from his eyes to his lips. You whisper, “Please…” Rick leans in, closing the gap between you two. As your lips finally connected, he couldn’t help but admit to himself how much he enjoyed it. Your soft lips, your gentle touch, the way you leaned into him; he felt something stirring within him, an itching feeling he couldn’t give you up after one night.

You felt yourself melt into the kiss, his lips against yours being just as you had imagined it so many times before. His hands wander to the curve of your waist, his palms against your skin as the fabric bunches up at his wrists. Just as you feel yourself beginning to get lost in the touch of his lips and hands, his mouth slowly trailed down to your jawline, placing warm kisses down to your neck. His breath is hot against your skin, each kiss sending a shiver down your spine.

You can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft, airy moan, your brows furrowing as you grip his biceps. His hand moves to your back, the other moving to the back of your thighs. He helps you down so you lie on your back atop the blankets you had left before, a small shiver running down your spine as the blankets were cold against the concrete floor. He brushes his fingers along your arms to feel the goosebumps that formed, moving so he knelt between your legs.

“Relax, darlin’. Let me take care of you.” He lowly spoke, his blue eyes twinkling with the moonlight that peeked in through the window. He helps you slide your boots off, then your jeans. He groans at the sight of just the thin fabric covering your center, his hands slowly sliding up from your calf to your knee. He kneels before you, slowly spreading your legs apart with his large hands on your kneecaps.

You whimper as the cold air nips at your exposed skin, his hands warm against your legs. He leans down, placing soft kisses on the inside of both your knees before slowly trailing them down your thighs, his stubble brushing against your soft skin. He kissed your mound through your panties, getting a small taste of your wetness and making you softly moan. Your hand moved to rest in his dark hair as he made out with your pussy, sending vibrations as he groaned into the thin cloth separating his mouth and your folds.

His hands crept up as he continued, sliding under the hem on either side of your hips to slowly work the white fabric down your legs. He groaned lowly at the sight of your wet pussy, discarding your panties haphazardly as he leaned in to kiss along the crevices of your thighs. You whimpered in response, your legs tightening slightly as he purposefully avoided your aching cunt. It quickly turned into a loud moan and a tug at his roots, however, as he finally leaned in, tracing a line with his tongue up your folds.

He began to suck on your clit, his nose pressing against your abdomen as he kneaded his fingers into your soft thighs to keep them spread. His blue eyes kept their burning gaze on yours, watching and enjoying every reaction you gave. You had had boyfriends in the past, a few in college who showed you a good time-- but God, they hardly were boys compared to the man between your legs.

You whined, covering your mouth with your hand as he wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping them spread and preventing any writhing. You were slowly reaching your orgasm, your back arching and your chest rising and falling in staccatos with your shallow breathing as the muscles in your thighs tensed under your grasp. Just as you feel the band snap within your abdomen and your head falls back against the blankets as you moan, lewd slurping noises fill the room as Rick devoured like a man starved.

You panted, catching your breath as you came down from your high, as you felt Rick begin to kiss up your stomach. He pushed up your shirt, helping you slip it off over your head. You sat up, your hands working on undoing the buttons on his shirt from the bottom up. Your hands brushed against his chest as you did, and as he pushed the beige fabric off his shoulders, you sighed at the sight. He had soft muscles, the fair skin covered in a bit of hair, especially his upper chest.

But the one thing that pulled your attention away from his body or looking up to admire his face again was the strain you saw in his dark jeans. Your hands moved to undo his belt, the clinking sound adding to the tension and excitement between the two of you. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you undid his button and zipper, helping him push his pants and boxers off, exposing him to you. You take him in your hand and stroke, making him groan as he felt heavy and warm in your hand. Just as you move down to take him into your mouth, his hand moves to cup the side of your face.

“No, no, can’t wait any longer, darlin’.” He grunts, leading you again so you lie on your back. Now he laid atop you, allowing him to connect your lips again. You moved to unclip your bra, slipping it off and tossing it somewhere in the room. Now, as you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him back with just as much fervor, you whimpered as you felt your sensitive buds press against his chest. He couldn’t help but move his hips as you made out, pushing his cock between your folds and against your clit.

You whined against his lips, tugging lightly on the dark hairs at the nape of his neck, “Please, Rick, stop teasing…”

He quickly gave in, placing one kiss on your cheek before leaning onto his elbow, using his free hand to adjust himself so he pressed against your entrance. He slowly pushed in, watching your reaction. You whimpered and softly moaned, grabbing onto his back as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. Your soft noises mixed with his panting, echoing in the empty watchtower as he slowly began to move his hips back.

He groaned as he found a slow rhythm, his hands moving to the back of your knees to hold your legs spread apart. He felt your nails scratch along his biceps, your head thrown back to expose your neck to him. Taking advantage of that, he leaned in, placing warm kisses and small bites along your neck. You both were intoxicated by the feeling of one another, not caring about a single thing other than being together and moving in a slow rhythm.

As you felt your orgasm begin to approach again, your whimpers turned into moans as you clung to Rick. He grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, one of his hands moving so his thumb rubbed against your clit. You gasped and moaned at the added stimulation, quickly becoming undone around Rick. As you moaned and clawed at his back, your back arching off the blankets as the band in your abdomen snapped again.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Rick moaned, watching as you came under him. Just the sight alone pushed him closer to his orgasm, making him pick up the pace of his hips slightly as he chased the feeling. The quickening pace mixed with the feeling of your passing orgasm made you whimper, overstimulation making you feel fuzzy around Rick’s cock moving in and out of your passage.

He grunted as he quickly pulled himself out, finishing on your abdomen. He panted, his blue eyes stuck on the image before him-- you lying in a dazed, angelic state. He grabbed one of the unused blankets, wiping your abdomen before tossing it away. He sighed, moving so he lay down beside you on his back.

As you both softly panted, staring up at the plain gray ceiling of the watchtower. It was silent again, save for the sound of nature and gravel underfoot in the distance. You turned over, looking into his blue eyes again, whispering, “Stay the night?” He nodded, giving a small smile while not moving as you grabbed a blanket, pulling over you two. He pulled you into his side, letting you tuck your head against his chest. Just as you lay beside him, soft and warm, he knew he couldn’t give you up after one night.

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haveyouanytime · 2 months

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hi omg, i've been scowering for some good smut w daryl, like something straight up dirty and messy!! if you could write something like that (anything your heart desires, tbh)!!

daryl dixon smut | minors + ageless blogs dni! cw: fellatio, one mention of gagging, hair-pulling (m+f) bit of manhandling (f), penetrative sex, smallest bit of plot

guess who's back after 1 month gone lol !! this definitely could've been dirtier and messier so sorry if i disappointed anon (ノ_<。)

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It all started with you wanting to be a good girlfriend. Daryl always seemed tired after being out hunting or searching for supplies all day, so you joined him instead of staying back at the prison and doing menial tasks to pass the time. It was supposed to be cute-- him teaching you to hunt, maybe finding a new grocery store to scrounge through for foods and supplies, just some alone time with your boyfriend. Instead, a large group of walkers took your time, forcing Daryl to tug you into a car and lock the doors to wait out the mob of groaning cadavers.

“Well, at least it’s alone time, right?” You smiled, trying to ease Daryl’s sour mood as you two sat in the backseat of the car. You sat perpendicular to him, your legs stretched over his lap with your back against the locked door of the car, your fingertips brushing against the exposed muscles of his bicep. His hand rested over one of your knees, his crossbow sitting in the driver’s seat along with his bag, yours sitting in the passenger’s seat to give you two more space in the back.

“Guess so.” He grunted, his thumb brushing over the skin of your knees. His other held onto your calf, his eyes trying not to wander up and down your legs as you wore the shorts he secretly loved.

You scooted closer to him, snaking your arms around his neck to lean in and kiss his cheek, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”

He scoffed, his gaze turning away from you. His dark hair covered his eyes a bit, and he tried to hide how your soft lips against his skin made his fair skin turn a bit warm. “As much as you say it, girl, I still don’t believe you.”

“I mean it, Daryl.” You huffed, pushing his hair away out of his eyes and tucking the strands behind his ear to place soft kisses along his jawline, “You’re so handsome. Inside and out. And you do so much for me, and everybody. It’s just a shame no one says thank you.”

He just grunts, his thumb still brushing along the soft skin on your knee.

Your voice fell to a whisper as you placed another kiss on his jawline. “Maybe I can thank you properly.” Your words caught his attention, making his pale blue eyes land on you as his thumb stopped its movement.

“Whatcha talkin’ about?” He raised his brow, his hold tightening slightly on your knee. You were familiar with the tone of his voice, it meant no more teasing unless you wanted to be given funny looks by your cell block neighbors the next morning. But you didn’t plan on teasing, but rather taking advantage of the scenario and the lack of neighbors (since the walkers some feet away didn’t count).

You smiled, craning your head to kiss along the slope of his neck as you murmured against his skin, “Just let me thank you.” Your hand that was perched on his shoulder began to slowly slide down, taking your time to brush past the low collar of his sleeveless button-down, pushing aside his leather vest to reach his belt buckle as you nipped at his skin. Just as you palmed him through the rough denim of his brown pants, you could hear his raspy groan, making butterflies manifest in your stomach and between your legs.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, your voice a hushed whisper as you left warm kisses on his stubbled jawline. He groaned again, and at his lack of response, you began to pull your hand away from his growing bulge-- just for his larger hand to push it back down. “I ain’t say to stop.” He grunted, and you could feel his member hardening underneath the denim. You smiled, unable to stop yourself from letting out a giggle at his demeanor.

“Such a man of few words.” You smile, readjusting yourself to kneel beside him on the leather seat. Both of your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, undoing the button and pushing down the zipper to reveal the elastic band of his briefs. He lifts his hips slightly, helping you shuffle his worn jeans down to his knees. He pulled his shirt up halfway to his stomach, revealing his hard cock that twitched just from being revealed to you.

You lowered your head, swiftly taking his heavy length between your lips. You could hear him groan from above you, encouraging you to swirl your tongue around the tip while your hands rested on his thighs for balance. You moved to take more of his length into your mouth, hearing his quiet grunts and groans grow slightly as lewd noises filled the small space of the car. His hand holds the back of your head, tangling in your hair as your head bobs up and down.

Unable to control himself, he pushed your head down slightly. The sounds of your gag reached his ears, making his head fall back against the car seat’s headrest. He lets go of your head after a few seconds, making you pull your head back to gasp for air. The sight of your glistening lips and dilated pupils drowning out the color of your eyes made him feel more impatient for the feeling of you around him.

“C’mon.” He grunts, his hands moving to the waistband of your shorts. Before you even realized it, he pushed them down your legs, tossing them aside before he grabbed you by your waist to move you atop his lap. You can only squeal as he does, your hands moving atop his shoulders to catch your balance as your calves press into the leather of the car seat.

You bit your lip as you smiled, reaching your hand down to grab his member, aligning it with your entrance. You slowly sunk down, making both yours and Daryl’s jaws fall slack as sinful sighs escape. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning in to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss as you began to rock your hips back and forth.

He hissed against your lips, his hand moving to grab your jaw to push your head back as his other arm wrapped around your waist. You moaned as your head fell back, his lips moving in to kiss and leave marks along your neck. You mewled at the feeling of his scruff and warm lips against your skin, your hands moving to tug lightly at his grown-out, dark locks.

He groaned at the feeling of his hair being tugged, his own hand moving to tug at your own roots, making you whimper loudly. Your hips slowed at the overwhelming feeling of being marked along your neck and your hair being tugged, much to the dismay of your boyfriend.

His hands moved to dig into the plush of your hips, guiding you up and down his length. You moaned loudly, your eyes scrunching closed as the warm pleasure manifesting in your abdomen grew as your boyfriend manhandled you like a doll.

“Daryl-- I’m gonna--!” You moaned, your nails digging into the fabric on his shoulder as you clenched around him. He hissed at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, continuing to move you atop his lap to guide you closer to your orgasm as well as feeling his own begin to manifest in his lower stomach.

Your noises grew louder in the car as you moved towards your finishing point, not caring how the windows fogged or the air grew humid. You held onto his shoulders, your head falling back as you let out a loud cry, feeling yourself come undone around Daryl.

He followed soon after, pulling you close to finish deep inside you with a groan into the crook of your neck. You two panted, holding each other close as you came down from your respective but similar highs. You smiled, leaning in and placing one last kiss onto Daryl’s lips.

“Was that a good enough ‘thank you’?” You grinned, your teasing tone making him smirk.

He laughed, an airy noise that was more like a scoff, playfully squeezing the plush of your hips, “More than good enough.”

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haveyouanytime · 4 months

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lazy kisses in the morning with rick grimes

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You stirred as you felt the bed dip with new weight. You hadn’t even noticed he had left, but Rick made his presence known as he slowly climbed back under the comforter. The sunlight peeked in through the sheer curtains, turning the white sheets a faint shade of gold. You glanced over to the clock on the bedside table, sighing as you realized you slept in. You moved to sit up but were stopped and held down by the weight of Rick’s arm over your chest.

“Stay.” He commanded, his voice quiet but firm. You laid back down, weighed down by him as he adjusted himself to rest his head on your shoulder with his arm anchoring you down as it rested along your chest. You appeased him for a minute or two, watching as his back rose and fell with his even breathing as he seemingly fell back asleep before your mind began to list all of the things you needed to do.

You placed a gentle hand on Rick’s bare shoulder, softly speaking, “Rick, darling, I need to get up. The kids-”

“Already fed. Carl’s watching Judith, don’t worry.” Rick cut you off with a mumble, placing a strong hand on your waist to turn you towards him. “There’s food still on the stove for whenever we get up.”

Now lying on your side, you were face-to-face with Rick. You couldn’t help but softly smile, moving your hands to cup his face. His eyes fluttered open, revealing his blue eyes that met your own. He whispered, “Stay.”

You nodded, your thumbs brushing along the short hairs below his cheekbone as you tenderly cupped his jaw. You slowly leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. You slowly leaned back, meeting his eyes again. You then leaned in, turning your head slightly to place a gentle kiss on the space of his neck below his jawline. You leaned back, before leaning in again. As if he could read your mind, his eyes fluttered shut as you placed one last light kiss on his eyelid.

As you leaned back, Rick’s eyes slowly opened again. With a small smile, Rick leaned in to do the same, beginning by placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. Just as slow and mild as you did before, he followed with a gentle kiss on your neck just below your jawline, then your eyelid.

Now simply staring into one another’s eyes, you and Rick let your eyes flutter closed as you slowly leaned in until your lips gently met. Slowly and lazily moving, neither bothered to deepen the kiss just yet. Rick’s hands just moved to grab your waist, slipping under your loose sleep shirt as your hands rested on his bare chest. A slow, loving morning only Alexandria could bring.

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haveyouanytime · 23 days

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jonathan crane taking care of you when you're sick

completely self-indulgent and probably not my best lol!! wrote this in an hour bc i'm sick as a dog

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One night, your throat began to feel sore. It should’ve been a sign, but you simply thought it was your allergies and the cold weather coming together to kick your butt for one night.

But as the night grew into early morning, you couldn’t sleep as the sore throat added on a headache, aching muscles, chills, and sweats. After having the worst chills, making your entire body even more sore-- you were now flushed, warm to the touch, and beginning to sweat.

Luckily for you, your boyfriend was a walking freezer.

You lay beside Jonathan on your shared bed, tucked into his bare chest in just your tank top and underwear, after you had stripped off your clothes following your sudden sweats. Jonathan had done the same, lying beside you in just his pajama bottoms. It was a complete 180 to just moments before, with you layered up and wrapped in two or three blankets to fight off your trembling chills.

All those winter nights you spent pawing at his chest, trying to put as much space between you and his icy hands as possible were far gone; instead, you grabbed his hand and placed it atop your head as a makeshift cold compress.

He chuckled, holding his hand to your forehead as he sat up on one elbow beside you. “Remember not even an hour ago when you told me to not touch you?”

“That was before I felt like I was put in an oven.” You responded, your voice weak with your fatigue and discomfort. Your brows were furrowed, and he wiped away the forming sweat forming at your hairline.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had a secret side-- he secretly liked seeing you writhe and in some state of pain. He looked down at you, watching as you showed visible discomfort while curling into him, caught in his imagination of what it would be like with you under his fear toxin.

That was, until, your soft mewl of discomfort pulled him from his thoughts. He gave you quiet, comforting shushes, running his cold hand through your hair. He readjusted himself so he laid down, resting your head on his bare chest. His skin was cold to the touch, consoling your body as your body fought against your flu.

“I’m sorry.” You broke the silence, your voice weak and scratchy as your eyes stayed shut due to your relentless headache.

His brows scrunch together, his crystal blue eyes flickering down to look at you lying atop his chest. “Sorry for what?”

“For getting sick, and keeping you up.” You weakly answered, placing your hand atop his chest. “I know you’re tired from work, and you’ll be tired-”

“Shush. I’ll always take care of you.” He answered, wrapping his hand around your wrist. “You’re mine.”

You let a small smile grow on your lips despite your discomfort, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. “I’ll take the day off, don’t worry. I’ll stay home and take care of you. Just try and sleep, darling.” He whispers, letting go of your wrist to hold the back of your head. He watches as you slowly slip into sleep, pushing the wispy hairs back from your hairline and placing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

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haveyouanytime · 2 months

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each miller brother takes their days off differently

inspired by it pouring rain where i live (＃￣0￣) | tommy x reader & joel x reader, NOT tommy x reader x joel

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Waking up with Tommy in your shared bed, listening to the sound of the rain pattering against your window, you can’t help but feel tranquil and lazy. As much as you loved having the day off at the same time as your husband, you feel a bit peeved that it was only due to the pouring rain making the roads close off. You feel his body atop yours as he sleeps like a seal on a rock (you being the rock, unfortunately), his soft snores sending a deep rumble to your chest.

You let him sleep for a bit longer, slowly running your hand through his dark curls you love dearly. It’s after a few minutes that you decide to get up that Tommy stirs, his hold tightening on your torso.

“Nope. Mm-mm.” He grumbles into your sleep shirt, pinning you to the bed with his body weight. You sigh, thinking to yourself that his actions would be cuter if your bladder wasn’t about to explode.

“Tommy, I gotta pee.” You softly push at his shoulder, still weak with leftover sleepiness running through your body.

“Too bad.” He mumbles into your chest. He sighs, as content as possible in his half-asleep state. “Five more minutes.”

And although you do eventually make it out of the bed-- it seems like you can’t escape Tommy’s arms all day. As you cook a lazy brunch, his chest is pressed to your back. As you eat, he pulls you onto his lap. As he washes the plates, he demands you stay beside him to hold him just as he did to you. Afterward, he drags you towards the couch, but you escape his grip as he lands on the plush cushions. You run a hand through your hair, taking a step away from the couch to try and distance yourself from his iron hold. “Tommy, I gotta do laundry.”

“No need for laundry. C’mere.” He demands with a huff, sticking his arms out for you to join him. You can’t help but smile, thinking of how he looks like a child asking for a toy.

“Tommy, we need to do laundry.” You sigh with a smile, taking a step closer to him to rake your hand through his dark curls. “All your work clothes are dirty, right? Can’t have you going to frame in sweatpants and a band-tee.”

“You can’t do laundry, ‘cause it’s raining.” He grins, looking up at you and resting his hands on your hips. You let out an airy laugh, and you want to try and protest that the laundry can be done because you have a washer and dryer and not a clothesline like a pilgrim, but his hands move up to your waist and pull you down onto the couch with him.

And as you lie on the couch with him, looking up at his peaceful face as he naps, you figure the laundry can be done tomorrow.

With Joel? You wake up the same as always, with him already up. As you saunter down the stairs to the kitchen, he’s already making breakfast for three-- despite Sarah still being asleep upstairs due to the school sending out the announcement the night before of a canceled day due to the pouring rain. But there he was, cooking like he was about to get in his truck with Tommy and Sarah like any other morning.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he turns into a handyman rather than a carpenter for the day. Anything that creaked moved quieter than a mouse, anything that leaked seemed magically brand new. The lights seem brighter in the doorway, kitchen, and bathroom, at one point, you find the front door open and you peek outside to see Joel battle the whipping wind atop a stepstool as he replaces the lightbulb on the porch.

Once everything possible seemed done and it was only the early afternoon, you found him standing with his hands on his hips, just staring out the window. You and Sarah watch from the doorway, matching furrowed eyebrows as he just… stares.

“Maybe we should ask him to do something,” Sarah whispers to you, “Maybe he’s secretly worked like a Sim this whole time. He can only function when given tasks.”

“Have him do what? I think he’s already done everything possible.” You whisper back, your head tilting curiously as your husband seems frozen in time.

“I dunno. Anything.” She speaks lowly, her honey-colored eyes widening as you both just watch Joel.

“Maybe he’s like a T-Rex,” Sarah whispers, watching as her father stands like a statue, his gaze transfixed on the pouring rain. “If we don’t move, he can’t see us.”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Joel raises his brow, turning to face you two. Sarah all but disappears, her sock-clad feet pattering up the stairs and abandoning you to deal with Joel.

“Let’s take a break, honey.” You smile, walking forward and gently grabbing his forearm. You lead him to the living room, trapping him to the couch with your legs thrown over his. Much to his chagrin, you turn on a rom-com which pulls Sarah out of her room to effectively trap Joel by sitting on his other side. He grunts that he’s not watching a chick flick, but a solid 20 minutes into the movie, he’s hooked.

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haveyouanytime · 2 months

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haveyouanytime · 4 months

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based on "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" by @novelbear ♡ tommy miller, pre-outbreak (2003)

also, i'm aware tommy doesn't get facial hear until after the outbreak, but please hear me out and work with me !

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You were sprawled out on your couch, mindlessly watching a reality TV show as you waited for Tommy to get home. You were familiar with his late nights working with his brother, his 9-5 seemed to stretch past the evening hours far too often. Usually, you’d watch Sarah for Joel and relive your teenage days with the young girl, but she was over at a friend’s tonight, leaving you in the company of America’s two finest trust fund princesses on-screen.

Not long after the clock struck 9:00, the door made the familiar noise of keys entering the lock. The door hinges squeaked, followed by a sigh from your boyfriend. You stood from the couch, ready to greet Tommy after his long day of work, but as you walked into the entryway, you were surprised to see him with a gift in his hands.

In his hands sat a bouquet of pink tulips. Lined with butcher’s paper and furnished with a matching pink ribbon, the arrangement was a surprise on a normal day. You froze, your eyes stuck on the bouquet.

His voice pulls you out of your frozen state, his boots clicking against the hard wooden floor. He smiles, handing you the bouquet with a large giddy smile much like a teenage boy at prom. “I brought you flowers.”

“For what?” You ask, softly smiling as you take the bouquet in your hands. Tulips, he remembered, were your favorite. Your heart felt warm and your knees felt weak-- he really was the man of your dreams.

And as if you weren’t already swooning, he shrugged off his jacket while answering, “There has to be a reason?” You sighed, watching as he hung up his coat, fighting off the urge to just drop to your knees in front of him.

“How did you get these, babe? Isn't everything closed already?” You asked, your voice soft as you were sure your eyes showed every emotion you were feeling at the moment.

“Got them when I took lunch, they’ve just been sitting in my truck. Been waiting to give them to you all day.” He smiles, sliding off his boots and dropping them with a thump underneath the coat rack. Just as he turned to you again, you moved the bouquet to one hand to place your other on the back of his head, placing your lips on his in a heartfelt kiss as your hand ran through his dark curls. He was surprised, but quickly closed his eyes as he placed his rough hands on your waist. His mustache tickled your upper lip, making you smile into the kiss.

Just as you pulled away from the kiss, Tommy had a soft, loving smile on his lips. “I lied, actually. There is a small reason for the flowers.”

You smiled, deciding to tease him as you walked away into the kitchen to put the flowers into a vase. “What, from all the times I bailed you out of jail after your bar fights even though we were only dating a few weeks?”

Tommy scoffed, an airy laugh slipping past his lips as he followed you, watching as you kneeled to reach inside one of the lower cabinets to fish out a vase. “No, not exactly. That was only twice, anyway. ...actually, maybe it blends in with the reason.” He sees a pot atop the stove, his brows furrowing as his mind made connections; you often made dinner when he was late at work, but it seemed like tonight you waited for him to show-- evident by the amount left. His gaze falls back to you, asking, “Have you eaten?”

You shake your head, beginning to cut the stems of the tulips. “I was waiting for you.” You said it so matter-of-factly as if it was obvious that you would wait for him. It was like you didn’t even realize how you made his heart swell, continuing to move along and fill the vase with water and put the flowers in. Just as you so delicately wrapped the ribbon that tied the butcher paper shut around the vase, he spewed out his words.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re too good for me, and that I don’t appreciate you enough. I know you’re tired from your own day at work, but you always stay up to wait for me even though neither of us know when Joel’ll finally call it quits. You make dinner for two, always, but sometimes I can’t touch it ‘till the next morning-- and even now, you waited up for me to eat.” He spoke, his brows furrowing as he stepped over to you, looking into your eyes, “I know I can’t sleep anymore without feeling you beside me in the bed, and I don’t think I could so much as button my shirt in the morning if you weren’t there just to watch. Hell, you’re the most patient person I know; anyone would’ve run the other way if I called asking for help to bail me out within the first month. And you watch Sarah for Joel without him even asking and she adores you. She asked me when I’m gonna marry you, and it made me realize, I don’t know why I haven’t yet.”

Caught without words, you simply stare up at Tommy with dewy eyes and parted lips. You slowly and gently grab his hand, feeling how rough it was from his manual labor, especially against your soft skin. You bring it up to your mouth, placing soft kisses onto his rough knuckles. As you turn his hand, your lips travel down to his callouses that turn his sun-kissed skin a worn shade, then his palm. You whisper against his skin, “I wanna marry you, too.”

His brows furrow as he can feel himself melt. He moves his hand to cup your face, his other wrapping around your waist as he connects your lips to his. You kiss him back with just as much gentleness, resting your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His hand that cupped your cheek slipped to hold the back of your neck, tilting your head back so he could move closer, removing any possible space between you as he kissed you deeper.

As Tommy pulls away, you two breathe heavily to catch the breath that the kiss took. He rests his forehead against yours, softly speaking, “I’ll get the ring, as soon as I can.”

You softly smile, throwing your arms around his neck to tightly hug him. He wraps his arms around your torso, holding you just as close. “I love you.” You whisper, feeling the stubble on his cheek press against your neck. One of your hands moved to hold the back of his neck, a gesture to keep him close as you felt his dark curls brush against your fingers.

“I love you, too.” He whispers back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He was your Tommy— sweet and tender even after an almost 12-hour shift. You placed one more kiss onto his cheek, before grabbing two bowls from the cabinet so you both could eat.

Just as you took the lid off of the pot to fill the two bowls, Tommy caught a glimpse of the TV from over the kitchen island. “Is this that stupid Paris Hilton show?” He smirked, raising his brow as he looked from the TV back to you.

“Hey, she and Nicole are good company.” You softly laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. He was definitely your Tommy— sweet, tender, and a bit of an ass.

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haveyouanytime · 17 days

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babysitting sarah with tommy!

“Now I see why Joel wouldn’t let you babysit for so long.”

You watched with furrowed brows as your boyfriend attempted to change Sarah’s diaper, the 13-month-old fussy and kicking her tiny, chubby legs at the man’s rough hands.

“Quit it, just help me.” He sighed, trying to unfasten the new diaper. You could tell Sarah was growing more and more fussy by the moment, evident by her whines and tiny hands rolled up into fists as she fidgeted from side to side.

“Have you even wiped her?” You asked, tilting your head as you watched the predicament. You had stepped out for hardly even two minutes, packing up dinner as Tommy got Sarah ready for bed.

“Hell, I wiped her.” Tommy scoffed, still struggling to undo the wings of the Pamper, his frown deepening as Sarah grew more whiney. “Shit went all up her back. I practically hosed her down but with wipes.”

You silently reached out for the diaper, waiting for Tommy to give in and ask for help. With a sigh, he handed you the Pamper. A small pout grew on his lips, one practically matching Sarah’s, as he stepped aside to let you take care of the little girl, watching as you easily undid the flaps.

“Do you have her cream?” You asked, tucking the fresh diaper underneath the huffing girl’s bottom.

Tommy grabbed the diaper bag, haphazardly digging around before grunting, “The hell you mean her cream?”

“Tommy.” You sigh, holding her tiny feet with one hand as you motion for the diaper bag. You rustle through it, quickly finding the diaper rash ointment. You gently soothe it onto her chubby thighs, giving her small coos to try and calm her fussiness. She seemingly enjoyed the feeling of your soft hands instead of the rough carpenter ones of her dad and Uncle Tommy.

You swiftly got the small girl into the diaper, triple-checking it wasn’t too loose or too tight. Then, into her pajamas, pink and decorated with little bunnies. “That’s much better, isn’t it, sweet girl?” You cooed, scooping Sarah into your arms. She babbled in response, much happier in her fresh clothes. Her small hands reached for your face, holding your nose as you let out a soft laugh. Despite his own fussiness, Tommy couldn’t help but feel himself swoon at the sight.

That night, your symphony of Tommy’s snores had another instrument added-- the tiny noises of Sarah’s nose in her Pack N Play.

The next morning, as Tommy walked into the kitchen, he could feel his heart swell tenfold than how it did the night before. The sight of you, balancing Sarah on your hip, as you cooked breakfast for three-- he swears cartoon-style hearts bubble around his head and his feet fall out from under him as he slips into his imagination of a life where it’s always the three of you, but a little one that had his dark hair and your captivating eyes. Your voice breaks him out of his la la land, asking him to place Sarah in her high chair.

You and Tommy hardly touch your breakfast, instead too entertained by the little girl and how she gripped her tiny, pink spoon (one that matched the little blouse you had put her in) and messily scarfed down her delectable breakfast of oatmeal, sliced strawberries, and bananas. She smacked her lips, her food covering her lips, chin, and bib.

“Is it good, girlie?” You asked in your sweet voice, tucking her straw curls away from her forehead as her spoon coordination grew a bit lazy.

“Nana.” She answered, pointing her tiny finger at the yellow circle in her bowl.

“It is a banana,” You smiled, taking her answer as a good enough answer, “Good job.” Tommy chuckled, sitting across the table from you and watching the exchange.

After breakfast, you began washing the plates as Tommy took Sarah out to the front yard. Spring was coming in, evident by the warming weather and the sun no longer only peeking out from behind dark clouds. He left the front door open, letting the natural sunlight in alongside the sounds of his laughter mixed with the small girl’s screams of delight.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you turned off the sink and wiped your hands as you went to the doorway. Tommy was sat on the stairs of the porch, blowing bubbles out of a small wand as Sarah bounced and clapped her hands, trying to catch them all.

You smiled, walking over and sitting beside Tommy, resting your head on his shoulder as he entertained the small girl with the bubbles. Watching as her curls bounced up and down with her endeavor to pop every bubble, you couldn’t help but softly admit, “She’s a cutie.”

“Yep, she is.” Tommy agrees, pausing to blow out another array of bubbles for the small girl. “Imagine what one of our own would look like.”

You look over at him, meeting his brown eyes and raised eyebrow. He had his familiar cheeky grin, one that made you stifle a laugh and stand, patting him on the shoulder as you went back inside. “Nice try.”

A few hours later, Joel buckled up Sarah in her car seat and drove off, thanking you two for the night. As soon as his car disappears down the street, Tommy’s hands are kneading into your hips.

“I meant it, earlier.” He speaks lowly, placing a soft kiss below your earlobe. “How does one of our own sound?”

“We’ll talk once you learn how to change a diaper.” You laugh, turning in his grip and meeting his eyes. You pick up your left hand, raising your brow with a playful smile, “And once you put a ring on this finger.”

He grins in his usual cocky, Tommy-like manner, grabbing your hand to hold in his own, placing a kiss onto your knuckles. “Looks like it won’t be long, then.”

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