#Rick grimes blurb

[itsgrimeytime]

when you get hurt... || Rick Grimes (TWD)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker @zomb-1-egutzz

"Rick," you stressed, "-it's just a cut. I'll be fine."

You'd been messing around with your knife and had sliced your finger. That was it. It was bleeding, yeah, but nothing worse than what you'd already experienced. So, you were here, hand pressed into your finger searching for some medical supplies and you had made the mistake of going to one Rick Grimes.

He'd been really concerned for you lately, to his defense, so it wasn't really out of the ordinary.

Whether be making sure you took care of yourself, "Ya eaten yet?"

Or dragging you away from something when you were bone-dead tired, "C'mon, 's time to at least take a break."

Or making sure you were careful on runs, he'd taken to telling you to "Please, be careful." with quite possibly the most genuine tone you'd ever heard. You weren't sure how to respond to that.

And then, he was always seeking you out. Roaming around Deanna's dinners with you, he focused on chatting with you. If he got pulled off to someone else, he'd be back by your side at the end of the night. Or he'd ask if you wanted some lunch, and you'd stay in the Grimes house for a few hours, just talking. Not that you minded it at all, you were close with Rick and, if you were honest, you did kind of have a thing for him. Well, bigger than a thing.

"Indulge me 'is one time, darlin'," he nearly begged -concern heavy in his blue eyes, "-Let me help ya."

Right, the "darlin'" thing. That had started recently, and you still weren't sure how to take it.

You sighed, the chill of the night dusting along your skin, "Yeah, alright, Grimes. But it is really not a big deal-"

He gently took your bicep in one hand, fingertips carefully pushed into your skin. Your lips snapped shut.

Physical contact? Add it to the list.

Recognizing the path to be the one to his own house, you weren't surprised. Everyone had a med kit in their house, you had just run out when you helped somebody with a bigger injury than yours currently was.

He didn't stop until he was in the bathroom, a tiny bathroom really, crouching down and fishing out the med kit. You stared at him for a few seconds, blankly, distinctly standing outside of the bathroom because... well, because standing so close to Rick just might make your heart burst out of your chest.

And it wasn't even that the bathroom was that tiny. It was just Rick was all broad-shoulder, leader-stance man that there would not be much space left at all. You shoved the thought of his shoulders far, far away. Or you tried to.

Finally, he stood up, little white container in his hand. His hands-

"C'mon," he motioned for you to come into the bathroom, tiny bathroom, broad shoulders, big hands-

"Rick," you spoke instead of following him in, "-is this really worth the medical supplies?"

"Yeah," he answered back, instinctively (getting a little of his leader voice), "-now, c'mon."

Gnawing at your lip a second, you sighed and moved into the bathroom. Just as you thought, it was small. And you could smell the woodsy smell of one Rick Grimes, as his body heat seeped into your skin. You almost forgot you were bleeding for a second.

"Rick, we can barely fit in here together. How are you supposed t-"

Rick put his hands under your arms and lifted you onto the sink counter with practiced ease. You swallowed, heavily.

"'Ere," he chimed, a little frustrated (worried, really), "-ya happy?"

You didn't say a word.

Luckily, he didn't expect you to. Instead, he brushed his calloused fingers against yours, pulling back your hand to see the cut. Rick pursed his lips, hands gentle and careful with you like you were precious. The thought made something thrum in your chest.

"'S hurt?" he asked, blue eyes focused on your wound.

You ignored the urge to really look at him and followed his eyes. You gave up fighting, answering honestly, "A little. Stings, mostly."

He frowned a little at that, gently pressing his fingers along your skin, "Gonna 'ave to clean it, and, by the look of it, 's gonna need stitches, darlin'."

"Rick," you countered, "-it does not need stitches."

"Does," he replied simply, adding, "-'Seen my fair share of wounds, sweetheart, an' it needs stitches."

Sweetheart, that's new.

"What," you responded, indignant, "-and I haven't?"

Rick looked up at you then, and your breath halted in your chest (blue, blue, blue), "Ya kno' you are terrible at takin' care of yourself."

"Just because I don't eat once-"

"'S not it," he hummed, busying himself back with the wound -he was gathering up some cotton balls, "-I see ya hide wounds all the time. Bad ones."

Okay, so maybe you lied. You cleaned out your medical kit out of your own volition. It wasn't that you were bad with weapons, you were just clumsy. You couldn't control that, and it was embarrassing, so you hid it.

"Nobody else has caught onto that," you questioned, "-how did you?"

He took a moment, not looking at you (eyes solely on the wound), "I pay attention to ya."

You pressed your lips together, silencing yourself. You were learning a lot today. Good things, maybe?

You eyes dipped to Rick a moment.

Yeah, okay, good things.

"If it needs stitches, shouldn't I go to Denise?" you asked, carefully.

He looked up at you, all blue eyes and worry, "Ya want to?"

"No," you cleared your throat, awkwardly (he was very close), "-no, this is fine."

Rick looked at you a little confused for a second, maybe at your sudden awkwardness, but he seemed to write it off. You breathed out a sigh of relief.

It was silent as he cleaned your wound, other than the hiss of your breath as it stung. Rick's eyes dipped to you then, lips flattening, and the next time he tried to do it gently. You don't know if you were supposed to notice it, but you did.

As he was finishing up the stitches, your mouth started moving before you could stop it.

"Why do you care so much?"

He didn't react at first, focused on stitching your wound up -calloused fingers careful and practiced. You briefly wondered how often he'd done this to be so casual about it. You supposed you couldn't judge, you did it a lot too.

Finally, he finished, turning his eyes up to you -something serious in them, "We doin' 'is now?"

You swallowed at the eye contact, but spoke, confused, "I just asked you a question. I don't-"

"Y/N," he leveled, voice stern and focused -just looking at you.

"What? I'm confused-"

His fingers tilted your eyes to him, callouses against your skin, and your lips snapped shut. Blue eyes intently focused, and something in your stomach swirled.

"We doin' 'is now?" he repeated, and his eyes dipped to your lips for just a second. Oh.

You blinked a few times, "I guess-" you swallowed, "-I guess not."

Rick nodded, gathering up the leftover supplies and putting them back in the container -fluidly. You just watched him wordlessly, words anywhere but on your tongue.

"Next time, ya hurt yourself," he stated, not really a question at all, "-come to me."

"Rick, I really can't ask you to-"

He turned to you again, eyes heavily focused, "Ya ain't a burden to me, and I'd prefer to kno' if ya were hurt."

You pressed your lips together a second, taking in all this new information -scanning him over, "Okay, yeah, I'll come to you."

Rick let his eyes rest on your face, skimming over you, before pulling you off the counter. His hands left your skin tingling, and you blearily blinked.

"We'll talk tomorrow mornin', yeah?"

You nearly asked him about what, but the way he was looking at you nearly knocked the breath out of your lungs. Oh.

"Yeah," you shook your head, slowly, "-yeah, we can talk tomorrow."

He smiled at you then, a small one (it felt different now), "Goodnight, darlin'."

You bit at your lip, just looking at him (he almost looked at you like he thought you were adorable), "Yeah, um, goodnight, Rick."

And with a blink, you turned and walked out of his house.

Tomorrow, you thought (maybe smiling a little), tomorrow. Maybe you could get up early. For no particular reason.

Well, at least you had something to look forward to.

[daddydixonscrossbow]

*Rick watches you play with Judith in the yard*

Aaron - “Is that.. Rick. Hello?”

Rick - *pulls his attention away from you and the giggling toddler* “Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

Aaron - *laughing* “Did you hear anything I said?”

Rick - *laughs and shakes his head while smiling* “No, actually. I didn’t.” *sighs, motions towards you* “She’s good with her.”

Aaron - *lays his hand on Rick’s shoulder* “You just need to make a move, man. Staring won’t get you anywhere.”

——

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[archesnalleyways]

”Can’t get ‘cha pregnant now, can I?” Rick mumbles, voice straining from the pleasure. “And I just can’t stop cumming inside you, know you’re a slut for it”

You mewl at his words, wiggling your hips, as Rick chuckles at you.

“Yeah, you need a big, warm load in ya, huh sugar?”

You squeak as he pushes his dick to the halt in your ass, clenching tightly around him.

“My little anal slut”.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

May I politely ask for a Rick Grimes/Male Reader dumbification drabble for Pride Month? Please?

male!reader, wc: 222. nsfw.

a/n: writing for male!r is new to me so forgive me if it's not up to par but also because i haven't written anything in literally forever but happy pride month, here's an mlm smut for my amab followers!

Rick was like an ocean; deep, dark, and easy to get lost in.

He surrounded you, flooded your lungs and clouded your mind. You were warm, but there was that itchiness of desperation under your skin, lighting your nerves aflame as his large calloused hands explored your body.

His fingers grazed down your chest, tweaking your nipples before flattening them on the planes of your stomach. His hips were relentless in the way that they fucked you; demanding, wanting, and needing. 

You know Rick was speaking to you, probably asking an enticing question that he knew you couldn’t answer. Your brain was mush, your mind scrambling to find a grip on reality.

Rick’s hands were heavy on your hips, the back of your thighs raw and bruised. It was supposed to be a punishment you supposed, but honestly, being able to let go for a moment was more like a reward than anything.

“You feel me?”

All you could do was whine and grapple at the pillows above your head. 

“I asked,” He ground out. He dragged his hips until his cock tugged at your rim before slamming back in. “If you feel me.” A gasp tore its way from your lungs, and you cried out.

“Yes! Fuck - yes! I feel you.”

You swore you heard him mutter out a ‘good boy.’

[cainache]

that sullen girl ♱ rick grimes

Rick knows you’re younger. You’ve got at least 13 years on him. And maybe in a life before that double digit number would’ve stopped him and he would’ve dragged his mind elsewhere. Stuck to what was “right”.

But he’s lost too damn much in the last few years to overthink this. He cares about you. It’s as simple as that. He wants you to be okay. Always.

And Alexandria is new territory. It’s terrifying how perfect it is here. An untouched world.

Rick knows a majority of his group is settling in, grateful to have a safe roof and walls around them. He’s glad his kids are safe.

Rick also knows you’re one of the ones still skeptical of where you guys are trying to take home in. Like Daryl.

Though, you’ve taken a shower.

Everyone in the group seems to have connections to an olden life, you don’t fall under that. Your younger kid sister closed her eyes for the final time a few months ago, Rick guesses. He knows it feels longer.

You’ve gotten quiet since then. He doesn’t blame you, the same damn thing happened to him after Lori—his reaction was a bit worse though.

He just doesn’t want you to lose yourself. You’ve got a good self. You keep him well.

Though, he can’t find you. It’s making him a little nervous, though, he tries not to show it.

He goes walking for awhile before he does find you, it’s a mistake when he does. Your hair a flash in his peripheral. He paused his walk and see’s you fully.

You’re with the graves.

You’re bent at the knees, all your weight resting on your balancing feet. You’re before your sister’s grave. A few flowers under the wooden pallet with her name craved into it.

Rick knows there’s not anything under that grass, six feet under. He knows it bothers you, even if you don’t say anything. He knows them having to bury your sister in the middle of nowhere under a large tree months ago bothers you too, even if you don’t say it.

He’s gotten good at reading you.

He walks over slowly, hands shoving in the pockets on his jeans. You hear him before you see him. “Hi, Rick.” You say gently, you seem to know him as well as he does with you. You know his steps, he hasn’t gotten there with you—yet.

He smiles small, it’s almost like a frown. “Hi, sweetheart.” His voice is deep and soft, softer than it normally is. He only talks to you like that, and Judith.

He sees you shift a little, like you’re getting up. He pushes a hand out for you and you take it without a second wasted. “You alright?” He asks gently. He can see the color draining from your eyes with each day passing. You get more tired. More like sludge under his palms. You aren’t sure how to move on. He wishes he could take your pain, though, he knows you’d never let him have it. He’s had more than you, you know he has, even if he wouldn’t agree. We’ve all lost something, he’d say. He’s right, but still. No one’s lost like Rick.. Nor what he’s done to stop from losing more.

You nod, your eyes on your sister’s name and your hand still in Rick’s. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just wanted to say hi to her, I guess..” Your voice fades off and your shoulders sink. He can see you roll your eyes at yourself. He hates when you’re cruel to yourself. You need to give you more credit.

Rick frowns gently. He squeezes your hand before letting it go, and his arm slips over your shoulders instead. His fingers mess gently with the ends of your hair, it’s gotten longer since he’s met you. It’s been years.

You sigh and lean into him, “sorry I disappeared. Should’ve told you I was heading out.” You know him too damn well. His worries. His fears.

Yeah, he feels good in Alexandria, but old habits never die.

He hums, pulling you even closer, if possible. His eyes are on your sister’s name. “Don’t apologize. I get it.”

You hum gently and finally look away from your sister’s empty grave. Your arms weave around Rick’s waist and you push your face softly into his side. His chin leans down on the crown of your head. He feels you hold onto him tighter.

“Things are okay, right?” You whisper into his clothed skin.

They are, for now at least.

He nods against your head, his other arm wrapping around you. “Yeah,” he says soft and quiet. “Everything’s alright, baby.”

He kisses your head. You squeeze him even tighter, makes his lungs feel like they’re going to pop with admiration.

You’re a strong sullen girl, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

[collecting-stories]

I just imagine nuzzling into rick grimes’ s neck after a long day and him just stroking my hair.

Birch - Rick Grimes

Summary: just some escapism featuring Rick being soft and dreamy.

A/N: Thanks for being so super patient. I know this was requested eons ago and I so apologize. Feels like life is knocking me around a lot lately and I haven't gotten to write like I want to.

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✰ so I cannot leave, yes, I must here stay ✰

There was no sure way to determine exactly what hour of the day it was, probably mid-evening given the warmer temperature and the just setting sun. If daylights savings still existed and the sun was still setting at the time that it used to before the entire world fell apart then you had to wager a guess that it was sometime close to 7pm...maybe 7:30pm even. You had stayed on Eastern Standard Time, not that stuff like that even mattered anymore. Really the only thing you could be certain of was the ache in your joints and muscles and the fact that the sun was setting. Blue hour was upon you. 

Alexandria still felt relatively new, even after the few months that you'd been living inside the walls, but you had already gotten used to the possibility of a shower after a long day. It was impossible to tell accurate time and you made do waking up with the sun and trying your hardest to go to bed with it too, unless you found yourself the unlucky candidate for night watch. Tonight you had no responsibilities once you crossed the threshold into your house though, just a shower and food and sleep. You had planned it in that order but the moment you turned off the water and changed into clean clothes you were collapsing on the bed, your body sinking into the soft surface. You were halfway to being completely out of it when you felt the bed sink down behind you and you shifted onto your other side, coming face to face with Rick. 

"Well if this isn't the best sight in the world," you mumbled, moving in as close as possible, pressing a kiss on the underside of his chin.

"I asked Carl where you were when you weren't at dinner, he said you came up to shower."

"Hoping to catch me in a compromising position?" You teased though you were only half-aware of what you were even saying, still far too tired to be completely awake. 

"Oh most definitely," Rick laughed and you could feel the sensation of it. "You doing okay?"

"Just tired," you replied, nuzzling further into his neck, bread tickling your skin, as he ran a hand up and down your back soothingly. "You got stuff to do?"

Rick hummed in response. You couldn't see his face, but judging by the way that his hand had slowed its monotonous movements and his breathing was starting to even out you were certain that his eyes were closed and he was on the way to sleep. He mumbled something, too indiscernible in both your tired states for either of you to be confident in what it was.

"What?" You chanced asking, lifting your head just enough to see the underside of his chin, beard thick now that it had grown back in. 

"Got dinner," he managed, eyes still closed, "downstairs."

"We should get up then?" You asked, slowly coming back to the living.

He hummed again, shaking his head just slightly, enough to let you know that he disagreed with that suggestion. This was the first time in two days that he'd even managed to lie down in bed. Lately he'd been falling asleep sitting up on the couch and then staying up for watch or because Judith was restless or any number of other reasons that drew his attention away from the bed in the upstairs bedroom that the two of you shared. 

"Rick," you whispered, kissing his jawline as gently as possible, reluctant to really wake him unless he wanted to be woken up. 

"I'm getting up," he promised, though he made no move to actually get up. 

"I can see that."

"I am, just give me like, five more minutes of this," Rick replied. 

You tucked yourself back into his side, closing your eyes against the fading sunlight coming through the window. No doubt someone would be coming upstairs, knocking on the door and disturbing your peace soon; there was always something that someone needed Rick for. But at least for five minutes (or just right now) you could pretend like all that didn't exist and it was just the two of you. 

[imyourbratzdoll]

Soooo would you mind going on with the thingy you wrote earlier sweetie? I'm a bit horny and you are giving me too many ideas 😫💗

And he whispers into your ear “yeah, you like that? You liked being fucked while I’m covered in someone else’s blood? You’re a little slut aren’t you? Getting turned on by this nasty shit”

hey, baby! I just had to write this while it was still fresh in my mind. I really hope you have fun while reading this! If not, I'm sorry if it sucked🥺

summary - you had just watched rick rip a man's throat out with his teeth... resulting in you becoming horny at the worst possible time.

warning - smut, breeding kink, swearing, creampie, name-calling, death, murder, ripping a man's throat out, rubbing someone's clit with bloody ass fingers (wash your hands)

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You didn’t know how it had happened or how you had gotten into this position. One minute, a fight broke out, and you watched as Rick tore a man’s throat out with his teeth. The next, you find yourself bent over the bonnet of the car, your jeans torn from your body as the bloodied man buries his thick, throbbing member deep into your sopping cunt. Rick had to cover your mouth with his large, veiny hands to stop you from attracting something with your loud whimpers. He leans forward and whispers into your ear. 

“Gotta be quiet, slut. Don’t want me to stop pounding your tight cunt to deal with a walker, do ya?” You whine, shaking your head as tears brim your eyes. “Course ya don’t. Ya don’t want anyone to know how much of a whore you are.” His pace picks up, and Rick slowly drags his cock out from your tight cunt, leaving the tip in only for him to thrust forward. With everything hard thrust, your walls clench tightly around him, sucking him back in. Rick grunts, “Here I am fucking you while covered in blood, and you don’t even care. You’re just too fucking turned on.”

You whimper, tears falling down your face as you violently clench around him, pushing yourself further into the dominant man. “Yeah, you like that?” He rasps, goosebumps now arising as his breath hits your skin. “You like being fucked while I’m covered in someone else’s blood?” Rick pounds harder, his grip tightening around your mouth as more sounds escape you. Your walls clench tightly as he mentions it again. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you? Getting turned on by this nasty shit!” His jaw clenches, gritting his teeth as your walls pulsate around him, sucking him deeper inside you. 

Rick leans down to your neck, baring his teeth before latching onto your skin and sinking them into you. Your mind explodes as those teeth ripped a man’s throat out just moments ago, and now they are latched onto you. You whimper more, eyes rolling back as you begin to wiggle under him, pushing back into the feral man more. Rick pulls away, staring darkly at the teeth marks before whispering into your ear again. “Hmm, you liked when I ripped his throat out, baby? You wanting me to rip yours out? Your pretty little cunt keeps squeezing me at the thought, knowing I could kill you right now while I’m fucking you so deeply.”

Your mind has become fuzzy, and his name is the only word to fall past those whimpers. You press back into him harder, fucking yourself alongside his thrust, wanting to feel him deeper, having never felt so full until now. Your hands fly back and grip Rick, trying to pull him closer as you begin to feel needy, feeling like he’s not close enough even though he’s so deep inside you that you feel he’s inside of your stomach. 

Rick smirks, thrusting harder and deeper. His hand moves to the front of you, locating your swollen button. He grunts when your cunt squeezes his cock as his fingers begin to rub your little clit. Leaning down again, Rick bites down into your neck, and his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. His pace continues until he feels you are about to cum, and he lets go, moving toward your ear. “Such a fucking slut, so desperate for me. So desperate for a killer, you like being fucked by me? Like being used? Course you do. Because you’re just a.” Thrust. “Needy.” Thrust, “Desperate,” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Whore.” 

You scream into his hand as the tip of his cock hits your g spot, juices squirting out of you and covering him. Your walls spasm and clench and your arousal leaks out of you and drips down your thighs as Rick pounds harder and faster into you, feeling his end approaching quickly. His balls tighten, cock twitching and throbbing as a groan falls from his lips. “Fuck! Fuck! Gonna cum, you fucking slut. I’m gonna fucking breed you till your round with my child.” His eyes roll back as you moan, clenching harder around him. “Oh, you fucking whore. You like the thought of being full of me, carrying my fucking child so everyone knows I’m yours.” 

Rick’s hips jerk, burying his cock deeper into your weeping cunt as spurts of thick, hot cum shoot out of his mushroom tip, filling you until you are so full that your legs begin to shake. He grunts, biting his lip as he slowly drags himself out of you, only to push his cock back in to stop his cum from leaking out. “Don’t wanna waste any of that, now do we?” You whimper, shaking your head as you flutter around him, feeling Rick begin to pull your underwear back up and onto you when he pulls out. He smirks as he pats your ass and kisses the back of your head. “Better stay in there, sweetheart. I wanna watch you grow round with my child.”

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[dixonsbrat]

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[velvetcloxds]

come over- you asked for twd requests so what about dbf!rick who has been trying not to fall for you since he saved you from the woods while still at the farm and after lori's death you help him clean up after his breakdown and he realizes he's already fallen for you

'TIL ONE OF US CAVES | R.G.

word count: 1k

warnings: age gap, lori's death, little angsty but mostly hurt comfort- I haven't written something in like two months pls go easy on me lol

You were sort of lost when Glenn called you away from guard duty, counting guns and amo with Maggie seemed a priority, especially after everything that happened but then he said that Rick needed you and you'd never moved that fast before. It was an odd thing, whatever you and Rick had going on, nothing more than stolen glances and moments in the midst of the madness, neither of you willing to risk doing anything for Lori or Carl's behalf. But it was a sort of unspoken rule that you'd always be the first to show up for each other when the moment came and one of you needed it.

You found him sitting on his cot in his cell, lost behind blood you knew wasn't his but it didn't ease your mind at all, hands reaching out slowly towards him as soon as you sat down in front of him. He wasn't with you yet, not completely, dazed still, angry still, so you were careful when you took hold of his stained wrists, pulling them away from his head, hoping that seeing you would snap him out of it.

"Rick," your voice trembled, you wished it didn't, wished you were calmer than you were, but it was sort of terrifying, you'd seen him at his lowest before, lower than he deserved to be, and yet here he was even lower, even darker. "Rick, look at me," you were pleading, an awful sound coming from you and you wondered if he thought the same because it was merely a second later when his eyes met yours, the oceans that crashed around his pupils seemingly darker than ever, drowning with the very emotions that suffocated him. "Hi," you breathed and he sighed, a gentle breath, something that stopped your heart in its place because with it came his own desperate, pleading motions as he gripped your hands in his.

"Carl-"

"He's okay, most of us are okay," you nodded, cooed far too gently for any other day but it had his shoulders dropping ever so slightly from their tensed stance. "You're not," you explained and he would scoff if he was himself, he nodded instead and you froze when he brought your hands to his face, your fingers taking no time to cup his cheeks, his eyes closing at the touch, the comfort of such a simple gesture but it came from you, grounded him despite everything, brought him right back to the four grey walls and it didn't make his heart burn any less but the pain was bearable for at least a second, as long as he could feel the inside of your soft hands against his sticky skin he could breathe again, think again, be again.

You allowed him a second to savor it, let it sink in, panicked for a moment when he leaned his head onto your shoulder, kissed at your exposed skin, gripped at your waist, nothing he'd ever done before, nothing you'd ever allowed him before but you held his neck, brushed a hand through his hair, silently begged him to stay all while hating yourself for taking something good from such a horrifying day.

"We need to get you clean," you whispered after allowing yourself far too much time with him, squeezing lightly before forcing his head up to look at him. "You've got a little girl waiting to properly meet her dad out there," he nodded to that, and in a second the guilt found him too, but he still held onto you as you led him to the water. He refused to look away as you dragged a wet cloth over his skin, over and over, over and over, as best you could until you could see him again. He did the same for you, your comfort had left you stained as well, with his terror, with his pain, he didn't mind being the one to rid you of it, you'd rid him of his after all.

"Y/n," you weren't sure when he'd found his voice again, when he came too, but it was him holding you then, rough hands but gentle hold as he cupped your cheeks. "Baby," you shook your head, he couldn't cave now, not after so long, not after all you'd made it through, you'd been so strong, so good at hiding it, fighting your heart every moment of every day- he couldn't cave, not after you'd fought so hard not to. "She's gone, Lori-" he took in a sharp breath, coming to terms with it all over again. "I screwed it up, the last few months, I've been making a mess of everything but you- this, baby, I can't make a mess of this too."

"It's too soon, Rick," he tutted, it made you melt, stole your sense right from your mind, your heart, and led you against his chest.

"It's not, it's late, I'm too late but we've lost too much to fight this anymore," he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes again- like the reaction came without any control. "I cave," he whispered and the admission tingled right through your body. "I cave, Y/n, I love you and I cave."

[aangelbabysworld]

what is this? i don't know. what i do know is, i got home from a long day at work, tried taking a nap, couldn't fall asleep, smoked, and opened my laptop.

also, this is my first time writing so bear with me

18+ (but no smut)

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, understand?” your father scolds you.

he had just caught you with none other than rick grimes, the only man brave enough to fix the problems going on in alexandria or better yet, the only man in alexandria.

you two weren’t doing anything wrong, you didn’t think so.

rick was teaching ron how to shoot, you had just so happened to be going on a walk at the time, and when you saw the pair they seemed like they were just finishing up.

you walk over to them, and just as you approach, ron leaves you and rick alone.

“hey, sweetheart.” rick smiles brightly at you, looking you up and down smoothly, you don’t notice. too busy trying to restrain yourself from whimpering when rick calls you sweetheart.

he always calls you sweet names, you’re not sure if he’s ever called you by your real name, it’s always “sweetheart, baby, angel.” and so many more.

it makes your head spin and your knees buckle. you let out the cutest whimper when he called you angel once, it made him so hard.

“hi.” you finally greet him back after a minute of being lost in your thoughts.

“how was your day, baby?” rick asks you, genuinely sounding like he wants to hear all about your day. you’re not used to people caring how your day was or how you spent it.

“it was okay, i helped olivia re-organize the  pantry and now i’m just taking a walk.” you smile as you tell rick about your very boring day.

as rick listens carefully to you he picks up the gun he had been teaching ron to shoot with and he smoothly puts it back into his holster. before rick gets the chance to respond to you, you say something else that catches him off guard.

“can you teach me?” you ask in a whisper.

“teach you what?” you can tell rick is holding his breath as if you just asked him to teach you how to kill someone but that's not what he was thinking, far from it. 

“to shoot.” you're still whispering, almost barely able to hear yourself. you ask almost as if you don’t really want to learn but you did, you always have, but anytime you asked anyone like your father or spencer they told you that you wouldn’t need to learn and they doubted that you would even be able to pull the trigger.

rick exhales the breath he had been holding in and chuckles to himself. he looks you up and down again, this time you do notice and it makes your skin hot.

“think your dad would be okay with that, baby?” rick asks, in a teasing voice. he knows your father is very protective over you. protective is an understatement.

“i'm an adult.” you're not whispering this time, your voice is clear and stern as you say this. “i can learn how to shoot if i want you.”

rick is surprised at your sudden confidence, but it makes him smile. ”alright then. let's teach you how to shoot.”

rick takes the gun back out of his holster, so effortlessly.

rick gestures for you to take the gun, you hesitate for a second before taking the gun from him, your hand brushing against his. that makes you shiver, and any little touch from him makes you feel weird inside and out.

rick gets close up behind you as you stand there unsure of what to do, once he's close enough he lifts up your arms to point the gun directly towards the wall that has kept you safe all this time.

you forget that you're supposed to be learning how to shoot, too distracted by the way rick’s body is pressed up against you.

you feel ridiculously small right now, you assume you weren't holding the gun right as rick moves his hands from your arms to your own hands and fixes your hold on the firearm.

“you already know not to put your finger on the trigger ‘til you're ready to shoot, good girl.” you jolt back when rick calls you a good girl, but you barely move him an inch, instead your ass pushes against his crotch.

“sorry.” you apologize, quickly moving your ass away from rick’s crotch but before you can he holds your hips down on him.

you don’t try and move away again, you let rick hold you down on his crotch, you can feel his hard cock stirring in his jeans, and you can’t help yourself as you squirm against him, earning a groan from him and his grip tightening on your hips.

you stay like this for a moment, until you hear footsteps from behind you. you push rick away and look to see who it is walking towards you two.

your father angrily walks towards you and rick, you put the gun back in ricks hands quickly and smile at your father.

“hi, daddy.” your father doesn’t even look at you, he’s staring down rick like he wants to take that gun from his hands and shoot him and rick looks like he’s challenging your father to try so.



your anxious as you watch the two stare at each other like they’re waiting for someone to throw the first punch. 

“daddy,” you say to try and get your father's attention, but instead of your father looking at you, rick does.

he gives you a cocky smile. “why don’t we make tomorrow another lesson?” rick suggests and you quickly nod.

he takes a step towards you and whispers in your ear “bye, sweetheart.”

you don’t have time to say bye back as rick starts walking off, you watch as he does. wishing he could’ve stayed and taught you more.

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, understand?”

you want to ask why, but to save yourself from an argument, you only nod.

“understand.” but you know that’s a lie and as soon as you wake up tomorrow you’ll be looking for him. for that lesson.

[itsgrimeytime]

when someone yells at you... || Rick Grimes (TWD)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

"That was all your goddamn fault!"

And maybe it was just because you were tired, but something in you agreed with him -you knew you could do better than this.

"Look, okay, I'm sorry-" you tried -something weak and shaky in your tone (you were exhausted and all they were saying was making all of the noise in your head louder), "-I never meant to-"

"Fuck that," he hissed, "-you almost got us all killed with that fucking mistake. Don't you get that?!"

"It was just-" you started, slowly -words trying to come out properly.

"Just shut the fu-"

"What the hell is goin' on 'ere?" a voice boomed -southern drawl emphasized and tone unshaken: Rick Grimes.

He stepped in between the two of you.

You were exhausted, hands coming up to rub at your temples. Eyes were getting a little foggy and your lip was trembling, you couldn't falter. It could only make you lose respect in the grand scheme of things. You took a deep breath in.

"'Ey fucked up the whole run," the person explained, and you shrunk into yourself more, "-gave one wrong order, and fucking Nancy almost bit the goddamn bullet, Rick."

Rick just stared at him -something heavy in his gaze.

"You must not know shit 'bout this world," Rick scoffed, and you could see the slow steps of him approaching the man -you couldn't even remember his name, "-but every win 'ere's a hundred damn loses. Judgin' one person for a mistake, ya see, just ain't fuckin' wise."

"Somebody almost died, Rick," the man countered, "-don't you care about your people? Or have you lost that side of yourself too?"

Rick rushed forward then, grabbing the guy by his collar and raising him into the air. Your heart jolted into your throat.

"I'll feed you to the fuckin' walkers if ya keep talkin' like that."

The man seemed to falter, but you saw a gleam in Rick's eye. A dangerous gleam.

The group was already rocky as is, Rick didn't need to lose any respect. He didn't need to string out the dynamic further. One move and it'd tip.

"Rick," you insisted -hands wringing out in front of your chest, and his eyes almost immediately flashed to you, "-it's not worth it."

He seemed to lighten then, scanning over you. Maybe taking in your hands, or your hunched shoulders, or your blurry eyes. It was like his priorities switched, completely focused on you.

He let out a long sigh, dropping the man to the ground -he fumbled a little with his footing, "'Ey saved your life, remember 'at."

The man seemed shaken, swallowing thickly and blinking like he was trying to center himself. Rick merely focused entirely on you, heavy footfall bringing him right in front of you.

"Ya okay?" He spoke, soft and sweet -such a drastic difference from before that it made your head spin a little.

"I'm..." you echoed out, a little pathetically, "-I'm just exhausted, and being berated at like that doesn't really help."

Rick frowned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you elsewhere -voice low just for you, "C'mon, let's talk somewhere else."

"I'm just tired," you offered but it was weak, and he didn't seem at all moved by it, or even convinced.

He pulled you into his house, off the Alexandria streets -it was strangely empty. No Judith or Carl, and you briefly wondered where they were.

"Sit," he motioned to the couch.

You paused for a moment, "Rick, you don't have to do this-"

"Sit," he repeated.

You silently found yourself a spot, leaning into the arm of it -Rick joined you, barely a breath away. You weren't sure how to react. You were never really sure with Rick.

"If anybody pulls 'at shit again," he suddenly said -blue eyes solid as steel, "-you tell me, okay?"

"Rick-"

"No," he spoke, so solidly it made your voice stutter to a stop, "-nobody talks to ya 'at way and fuckin' gets away wit' it. Ya hear me?"

"Yeah, okay," you responded -softer, "-I get it."

"I don't mean to be-" he paused, turning to you with a much softer glance -blue eyes warm, "-look, Y/N. I really care about ya, and if somebody says shit 'bout you. They might as well be sayin' shit 'bout me."

"They weren't talking shit, Rick," you exhaled, and something in your voice shook, "-I fucked up. Bad."

"'At's not-" he sighed, scooting closer to you and with a solid breath taking your hand in his, "-Everybody fucks up, ain't no reason to dwell on it. Ain't no reason to yell 'bout it like he was."

"He just got scared."

"Everyone's fuckin' scared, sweetheart," he countered, gruff voice in a low whisper, "-Gives 'im no goddamn excuse to yell at ya like 'at."

You frowned, shakingly wiping at your eyes.

"And, 's important to let go of things," he hummed, squeezing his hand around yours, "-ya just gotta remember nobody got hurt. If ya don't, you're only gonna run yourself into the ground."

You were quiet for a moment, eyes swimming over your connected hands thoughtfully. They darted to his, who were already looking at you -something you didn't quite recognize shining in his eyes. There was something there you couldn't quite read -something different. You just did what felt right.

"Thanks," you said quietly -it was all you could say, moving your head to his shoulder.

"Don't-" he hummed, you could feel the grumble in his chest -arm coming to wrap around your side, "-Ya don't 'ave to thank me."

You stayed in the silence of the moment, absorbing the air. All of this... new, it sunk into your skin. Your nose filled with the woodsy scent that you knew to be just Rick, and you had a spare thought.

Maybe this could happen again, but you knew Rick would be there. Maybe that makes it okay. It does... With Rick, it's okay.

"Yeah," you responded -maybe a little fondly, "-I do."

[daddydixonscrossbow]

*you walk up to Rick, shoving him back*

Rick - “The fuck was that for?” *he turns to look at you*

Y/N - “You’re losing it, Rick. You need to stop before someone else’s gets killed”

Rick - I’m losing it? *he shakes his head* you have no idea.

Y/N - *staring at Rick* you have two kids who need you. You can’t just go berserk like this.

Rick - *he laughs* You keep it up..” *he lowers his voice* “..and I’ll have three to worry about.” *he walks away*

——

My first ever Rick post :) thanks for reading!

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[archesnalleyways]

you should really expand on the thought of having to suck rick’s cock at gun point like I’m salivating thinking about it

Teehee 🤭

requests are open, we are so back

Warning: contains guns, other weaponry, non-con/dub-con

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

You’ve moved away from your basecamp alone, in desperate need for some cans of food. The supermarket looks pretty bolted up but you spotted a inconspicuous window high up on a wall and decided to try your luck. Some shelves were tipped over, some broken, but as you worked your way through you found a storage room.

Your eyes spotted a cardboard box and in your hungry, desperate state you just dropped your gear and started to rummage through it. In the damp box there was a load of tin-cans, some leaking but multiple intact. Beside you on the floor you started to pile up the useful ones, trying to read some of the drooping labels.

But then you hear a gun click behind you. The blood freezes in your veins and one hundred scenarios flash before your eyes,

“Drop the cans” a husky voice states.

Your hands instinctively let go of the food, brain jumping from the fear of being shot, to your weapons being three feet behind you, to the hunger residing in your gut. Lifting your arms up in the air the show that you’re unarmed.

“Now turn around, slowly.”

You start to rise up but you hear the man behind you tut.

“Stay down.”

The pang of humiliation is faint in contrast to the fear, but it’s still there. But you listen and spin around, still on your knees, and turn to see a tall man pointing a gun straight at you. There’s a shotgun slung over his back, multiple knives strapped to his body and his blue eyes trained at your every movement.

“Aren’t you a pretty lil thing?” He says with a southern drawl, looking you over once before focusing on the box slightly behind you.

An old, ragged tote is thrown to your knees as he uses the mouth of the gun to point at you and then the food.

“Pack everything edible in that bag, now.”

Your hands made quick work of piling the cans, sorting out the already opened ones onto the side. Your eyes leave the food for a second to look over at the man again. He lifts an eyebrow at you, taking half a stride closer to examine your work. As the last can is placed into the bag you twist your body to place it by his feet.

“Put your arms behind your back.”

You move instantly as he glances into the tote and nods approvingly.

“You take orders so well, darlin” the man says, with something dark glittering in his eyes.

He walks up the few steps toward you, gun still aimed at you, as he grips your chin. His calloused thumb drags against your bottom lip before grabbing your cheeks, forcing your face into a ridiculous pout. As he let go slowly your tongue darted out to wet your lips, completely involuntarily.

He groans and moves his hand to his groin, massaging the bulge there. Your eyes widen as you started to put together what was gonna happen. The mans salt-and-pepper beard moved as he smirked popping open the button on his jeans.

“It would be such a waste to let you go now, doll-face” he says as his hand returns to his dick that is hardening in a rapid speed, “especially since you are so good at taking orders, right darlin’?”

His whole face darkens and his eyes bore into your own, as he leans down slightly.

“If I even feel a hint of your teeth I’ll empty the fuckin’ clip” the man hisses at you, pushing the barrel of the gun firmly against your head.

You nodded softly with your heart beating out of your chest, and lifted your hands to pull down his jeans. The cock that springs out is undeniably pretty and perfectly red over the tip. Paired with the rugged good looks of its owner this experience might’ve been enjoyable for you. But then you’re reminded of the weapon and ushered to get to work.

Your tongue darted out to lick at the underside, lips wrapping around his tip. You taste the hint of precum before taking half of his length into your mouth, tentatively bobbing over the first couple of inches.

“Good, that’s good” he grunts, dick twitching as he sees tears starting to roll down your cheeks from the strain.

Hollowing out your cheeks you decide to take in some more of him, desperately trying to make this the best blowjob of your life. Saliva starts to gather at corners of your mouth as you dare to look up at him for the first time, but not before stealing a glance of the gun in his hand first.

“Pull your top down, wanna see your drool over those tits”

With a quick yank your boobs spill out, nipples already pert from the cool air and, despite the circumstances, arousal. The man groans in appreciation.

A big hand splays over the back of your head and you have time to anxiously dart your eyes up to his before he starts to thrust into your mouth, and subsequently down your throat.

The sounds of his pleasure and your gags blend as they ring out into the store, one of your hands resting at the base of his cock and the other landing to cup your clothed pussy.

“Ah, fuck it!”

The curly-haired man seemed to get lost in his pleasure since he decides to fasten his gun into his holster to free up his hands. Grabbing a chunk of your hair to maneuver you over his massive cock, pushing you down until your nose was pressed into the patch of hair at his base. You gargle around his member, more drool bubbling from the edge of your lips.

“That’s it, doll” he moans, “choke on it.”

He lifts his hips slightly to get the very last of his dick stuffed into your mouth, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. When he pulls you off a string of saliva lands on your chin before it drips down onto your exposed chest. He places his dick over your face, pre-cum and your spit leaving sticky trails onto your nose and forehead.

“Aren’t you perfect stress relief?” He asks rhetorically, lifting his cock to slap it over your face a couple of times, “found me food and takes cock like a slut.”

Despite everything you feel your face flush from his words and humiliating actions. He chuckles at you, almost cooing softly before pushing you down onto his cock.

“Too bad I don’t have time to test your other holes, I’m sure they’re lovely” he groans out, thrusting deeper and deeper.

His grunts starts to increase in both volume and frequency, warning you that he’s about to cum, and you begin to mentally prepare yourself for swallowing when he pulls his cock out.

“Stay still, darlin’” he murmurs, eyebrows knitted together, as the hand not jacking himself off with pulls at your hair to put your face in the perfect angle, “I’m gonna paint a pretty picture.”

The last syllable morphed into a groan as he came, hot load landing in ropes over your face. His eyes glittered darkly as he covered you and the utter filthiness of it all made his dick twitch one last time. A few spurts landed on your tits and you keep your eyes trained onto his, mouth slightly agape. He tapped the last drops of cum onto your lips before pulling his pants up again.

He picks up the bag of food you packed and stopped for a second to take in the state of you. Tits out, eyes irritated from tears and face covered in cum. Truly a sight for sore eyes.

“Bye-bye sweetheart, I hope I’ll run into you again” he says with a wink and leaves.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Omg pls do an expansion on that Rick post 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

male!reader, wc: 184.

a/n: probably not the expansion you meant, but the expansion that was needed. with every smut fic there must come its aftercare continuation because it's very important and more often forgotten.

Rick was a natural respite alongside his tendency to be aggressive.

Sex with Rick was breathtaking, world rocking, but nothing – and I mean nothing – compared to how he is afterwards.

Your body sunk into the mattress, spent and used but relaxed. You didn’t focus on anything besides the feeling of the aftermath of your post orgasmic haze. 

“You alright?” Rick asked, his large hands massaging the fat of your back. “Mhm.” You hummed in agreement, digging your face into the pillow that was folded beneath your arms. 

He pinched the meat of your ass, “I asked you if yer alright.” You whined but nonetheless grinned, nodding softly. “‘M better than ever.” 

Rick crawled up your back, kissing on the exposed meat of your shoulder. “Good.” He murmured and the scruff on his chin made you giggle slightly.

“What's so funny?” You laughed again. “It tickles!” You exclaimed, but you’re pretty sure he already knew that, because he makes a point to drag his beard down your body. 

You let out a laugh as he tortured you and it made you squirm.

Yeah, nothing compares.

[cainache]

a horse named cold air ♱ rick grimes (4x16)

The quiet of the night brings Judith to your mind. You know better than to think about her anymore, Rick has told you to stop, ever since you’d left the prison. Bruised and aching with a ruined Carl and a near deathbed Rick.

Thinking of little Jude just brings on a sadness you can’t quite recover from. He believes she’s gone, you’re not quite sure you believe that.

Tonight had brought you guys Daryl. He was still alive, more of them had to be. Carol? Maggie? Glenn? Your family, they had to be alive, somewhere. It’s what you guys were made for: staying alive.

Tonight had been another show of that.

The Claimers had been brutal. They’d been disgusting, but they brought Daryl back.

There’s an orange glow coating your face as the small fire crackles before you. Wood burns. It leaves a smell in the warm-cold air. Your eyes are fixated on the olden car, Michonne is tucked inside the vehicle with Carl, his head tucked over her lap. Her gentle fingers at his growing hair. Daryl stays against the truck, keeping watch for the time being. Rick is up to be in that spot soon. You soon to enter the car to switch with Michonne. To check on the young boy you care deeply for, once more.

Your mind leaves Judith, only to land on the next Grimes’ child. It’s a cycle. A quiet one you don’t tell Rick about. You don’t ever tell him how much you ache for his children.

Carl, who has been tainted by awful hands only a short hour ago.

You had tried to reach him when it was all happening, the younger boy crying against the ground and it made you sick. You tried and it resulted with you being hit roughly in the jaw by a heavy fist of the grimy man that had been holding you back. The ground had pricked your palms as you fell. Rick had truly lost it then. A man’s throat being ripped. Dead men littering the floor like forgotten wrappers of candy. You hadn’t seen it all. You’d been quick to urge to Carl, the boy sinking into your arms as he watched his father. You hid your face in his sweat ridden hair. You’d been whispering, for Carl, but for yourself too. Trying to ground it all. You’re not sure how you would’ve felt after if you had seen what had happen to the foul men.

“Your lip alright?” His voice frightens you from the quiet. Your head turns rather quickly towards him, he sits at your right side. Rick, he’s covered in blood, a distance look in his eyes. Tonight had been another shock for him. Limits he didn’t know he’d have to cross for his family. You don’t blame him. No one does.

You nod, short, softly. Rick sees how your jaw isn’t tight, he figured it would’ve been. He’ll see a bruise forming when the light of the next day hits your skin and he’ll know he’ll be angry all over again.

“It’s just a little blood, a little swelling. I’m okay,” you whisper. He doesn’t quite believe you.

A hand slowly leaves his knee and it encases one of yours on your thigh. His touch brings a chill to your skin. Your pointer finger hooks with his thumb. “I’m okay, Rick..” You whisper again. Not sure if it’s for you or him, but it’s been said. “I know,” he mumbles. It sounds all too soft for the way he looks right now.

Your sullen eyes land on a water bottle by Michonne’s pack. All your packs line up together.

Your eyes and Daryl’s seem to land on it at the same time. He gives you a short nod, like he’s read your mind. You smile, small, at him. He quietly kicks off the car and hands you his rag from his back pocket. You lean away from Rick’s grasp for it, mumbling a thank you to the long haired man with striking blue eyes, even in the dark of the night. He nods before heading back to watch.

Rick hadn’t seem to notice the encounter. He’s far away, right now. You don’t pry.

You just reach for the water and damp the rag softly, trying not to use so much.

You turn back to the man next to you, and his skin looks awfully beautiful under the orange hue of the fire and the mix of the red of blood. “Rick,” you call gently.

His gaze switches to you, in a heartbeat. “Everything’s okay,” you manage to say. He nods, his jaw loosening from its tense hold at your soft voice. It’s honey in his ears, it calms an ache in his chest. “I know, sweetheart.”

You smile, small, and look down at the rag. “Can I?” He doesn’t say anything, just juts his chin out a little for you.

You gently take ahold of his face. His beard rough against the meat of your palm. His skin older than yours, but still adored by you. You clean gently at his red skin, and with time the red fades. His eyes watch you focus, and his hands gently encases your calves. He just needs to hold something of you.

You send him a small smile. The red is gone, for the most part. “You’re a good man, Rick.”

His brows soften and he opens his legs for you to slide between them. You do.

Your head rests on his chest as he drapes an arm around you. His chin rests on the crown of you head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He presses a soft kiss to your crown.

And despite his reminding words, you think of Judith in the cold that’s masked by a fire.

You know she’s out there. They’re all out there. You’ll find them soon. You know it, Rick will soon too.

[strgrlxox]

✧.➷ rewards with rick

original request here !

“‘m so proud of you, angel.” his kisses to your neck begin to slow down. “i wanna show you how proud i am, wanna reward you for being so good.”

you whimper in his ear, your excitement burning at your skin.

“what do you want as your reward?” he questions you gently, hands swallowing the skin on your hips from underneath your shirt. before pulling it up over your head, growing in approval that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“wanna—” you breathe in and out heavily, mind racing with everything he would do to you if you asked for it. rick was stubborn but extremely good at rewards.

“i wanna be good for you.” you peer up at him through your eyelashes, daring to place a kiss at the side of his mouth. he smiles at the feeling of your lips, shaking his head in something akin to shock. 

“you already are…” he takes your face in his palms. “you’re so good for me.”

you sigh, dazed and smiling up at him softly. “wanna make you feel good.”

he places a chaste kiss to the side of your head, on your temple. 

“this is supposed to be about you, baby.” it clearly takes everything in him to half-heartedly deny your request to have him to make him feel good. in truth, he’d love nothing more than to have his way with you. 

“i know but…” you fiddle with the buckle to his jeans. “it’s just, you make me feel so good all the time and i wanna have you inside me.” you palm him through his jeans, your eyes never leaving his.

“y/n…” he groans out, his voice alone almost bringing you to the edge.

“please?”

he sighs again, tilting his head up to connect your mouth with his. his hands grasping at your hair, desperately trying to pull you closer to him before pulling back a little and breathing heavy against your mouth. “lay down then.”

you’re quick to follow his instructions, letting your back hit the sheets––looking up at him practically bouncing with excitement. he pulls off your jeans and you shut your eyes in an attempt to hide your growing eagerness. he places a single kiss to your thigh before trailing your underwear down your legs.

his hand finds your mouth, thumb tracing over your bottom lip for a moment then pushing up against your mouth—a silent command. 

you open your mouth to let his finger slip into it, he groans at the sight. 

“you’re such a good girl, isn’t that right?” with his free hand, he holds your legs further apart and you nod up at him with big eyes.

“can i hear you say it?” he lets his thumb leave your mouth. 

“i’m your good girl, rick.” he almost whimpers at your confession, hands frantically undoing his belt and pulling his cock out of his jeans.

he teases your entrance with his tip, even when he’s rewarding you he’s still unfair.

“please, rick…i need you.” you buck your hips up at him, signaling your growing need.

“shh…i’ve got you.” he coos, still teasing you. “just be still, yeah? lemme do all the work.”

you gasp once he’s finally inside you, a feeling that’s not foreign but still shocks you every time. 

“s’ that better?” he refrains from bucking his hips into you immediately. “this what you wanted?”

he’s mocking and you know it but you can’t help nod sincerely. because it does feel so much better and this is exactly what you wanted.

he starts off slow, pulling out of you before slowly filling you up again. you can feel him deep inside you, you moan out loud.

he laughs at your volume, hips pausing to look at you directly.

“you gotta be quieter, baby…” he places his hand over your mouth. “wouldn’t want anyone else to hear you.”

he continues his even thrusts, going so slow that you can feel all of him. throwing your head back, you sob into his hand. you push your hips into his, trying to match his pace. 

“be still.” his hands grip down your waist, holding you in place and allowing him to have his way with you.

“harder. faster.” you beg up at him, letting your hands find the muscle of his arms. “more, i need more.”

he nods, speeding up and fucking into you feverishly.

“best reward ever.” you’re panting and fucked out but you mean what you say.

he kisses your temple again, holding his lips there for a moment but his hips never falter. “maybe you should be good more then? hm?”

you try (and fail) to bite back a smile, attempting (and still failing) to hold back the words that threaten to leave your tongue. “well, i like my punishments too.”

he tilts his head a little, daring you to continue. “is that so?”

“yeah…” you nod at him, eyes fluttering but still open enough to see the glint of amusement in his eyes. “and you know what? i know you like them too.”