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[thelittleangel]

would you maybe write rick grimes x gn!reader? maybe rick takes them in after woodbury because they tried to help maggie escape.

could u make it super angsty like reader gets hurt or sick at the prison.

Les oiseaux en cage

tags: rick grimes x gender-neutral reader, gender neutral reader, angst, hurt/ comfort, reader has amnesia

warning: amnesia, angst, hurt / comfort, reader passes out, reader has amnesia

note: thank you, thank you, thank you so much for this request!!! It makes me so happy!!! I hope I wrote a story that fulfilled your request!

I have very few memories of my time in Woodbury. I remember being captured. And being told the rest of my group left me. I remember when Maggie and Glenn came. I remember hearing them beating Glenn through the walls, and my whispered conversations with Maggie.

The rest is just a dark pit.

The last thing I remember about that place is gas pouring into the room and someone yanking me up by my arm.

I don’t know why they let me stay with them. But I decided pretty early on that I was going to be useful during my time there. I didn’t want to be cut loose, to be forced to survive this world alone.

So I’ve been helping out a lot.

And I don’t stay in the dark.

I clean and repair weapons, clear areas of walkers, and I’ve been working on a secret project of my own.

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I’m working on this special project when I hear my name being called. It sounds urgent. Rushing over, the sun’s in my eyes. I’m burning up and I just realized I haven’t had any water.

My head spins, and there’s a pressure that I’ve never felt before.

Next thing I know, I’m on the ground.

I hear someone call out my name as the world fades to black.

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The next few days were hazy. Moments of consciousness, followed by long periods of sleep. Sometimes someone would be there with me, sometimes I would be alone.

When I finally came to, it was dark. I quickly sat up, running to the door. Someone grabbed my arm, gently pulling me back into the cell.

I whipped around, grabbing whoever was behind me and slamming them against the wall.

Rick stared back at me, quiet and confused. I let him go, stepping back into the light of the moon shining through the windows. “You’ve been asleep for three days. You’ve been working almost nonstop. I don’t ever want to see you do that to yourself again.”

I avoided his gaze. He turned to me and said “Why do you do that to yourself anyway? Work yourself to the bone, going for so long without water or rest?”

“To prove that I belong here.”

When I finally looked up at him, he had a disconcerted look on his face. He breathed out a sigh. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone here. You’ve done so much for so many of us. Maggie and Glenn especially.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you tried to save them.”

I walk back into my cell, my head spinning. “Rick, I don’t remember a lot of my time in Woodbury. And I don’t remember if I ever tried to James Dean my way out of there.”

“Regardless, you were with them when we found you. Glenn says you tried but were caught.”

I sat down on my bed. I feel the tears start coming, and the fog in my brain feels so thick. He kneels down in front of me, his hand a reassuring weight on my cheek.

He gently wipes my tears away with his thumb before speaking.

“You belong in this group. You belong with us. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to prove that you belong here.”

“You should get some rest.” He stands up, patting my shoulder before walking out of the room.

“Rick.”

He turns around, his face barely visible in the moonlight.

Looking down at my hands, I was almost embarrassed to ask him for this.

“Could you please stay with me?”

His lips twitch upward. He slowly walks over to my bed and takes off his shoes. He sits beside me, and I lay down. He places a gentle hand on my arm.

I look up at him, watching his eyes as I fall asleep.

[ravenraverequests]

crm rick grimes x gn reader smutty headcanons

-typically, he likes to fuck you hard and fast. he likes to hear you whimper and cry out in his ear as he fucks you into your mattress. he always leaves you with a limp that the other soldiers comment on. you tell them you hurt your leg in training while rick smirks to himself.

-some nights, when the sorrow and darkness in his eyes is deeper than usual, he likes to fuck you slow. you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his neck while he thrusts deeply and leisurely into you. he tells you how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have met you.

-after his training, when he’s frustrated and sweaty and tired, you always get down on your knees for him and let him fuck your mouth. he pulls on your hair and praises you, telling you what a “good little whore” you are for him and how “fucking good” you are. he apologizes for the hair pulling and head pushing after he finishes by going down on you until you’re crying out and begging him to stop with your thighs shaking around his head. he always tells you “one more, baby, I know you’ve got one more in you”.

-he’s the best kisser you’ve ever kissed. the first time you kissed, he had taken your face gently into his hand and kissed you deeply. you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, and before you knew it, you were up against a wall with your legs hoisted around his waist, grinding down on him and whining into his mouth.

-while he always tops and is usually the more dominant one in bed, he has his submissive streak. there are times when you run your hands through his hair when he’s between your legs and his eyes flick up to yours, pleading and desperate to be good. you’ll never forget the night where you told him to fuck you harder and when he obeyed, you whispered in his ear, “good boy.” he had cum almost immediately after, letting out a whimper. he apologized profusely for finishing prematurely, but you considered it one of the hottest things he’d ever done.

-he loves any position that you’ll let him put you in, but something about you riding him drives him crazy. he loves to grope your chest and kiss your torso as you move your hips. he loves to praise you when you do it, whispering sweet but dirty things to you. when he can’t take your slow hip swivels anymore, he grabs your hips with his large hands and begins to bounce you in his lap. he’ll pull his feet in to steady himself as he thrusts upwards into you. when you’re done, he likes to keep you in his lap until his cock fully softens. he likes holding you close to his chest and petting your hair.

-he’ll never leave you hanging. he’s a gentleman so he always insists on you cumming first (and more than once). even when he’s pounding into you, about to fall off the edge himself, he’ll hold it off long enough to make you cum first.

-he accidentally wears his dog tags one night. he’s over you, making you moan in pleasure, when you fist your hands in his shirt and demand it come off. he sits back in his haunches to pull his shirt off. he chuckles lowly when his dog tags jump out and goes to take them off, but you tell him to keep it on. you cum hard that night, with his dog tags dangling in your face as he fucks you.

-he loves to overstimulate you. he adores the way you cry and squirm when he keeps licking even after your second orgasm. you love his mouth and he loves putting it to use for you. he prefers to make you cum at least once before he eases you down onto his cock. he loves to have you sobbing and begging for him.

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Mountain Guard

And because it has been so long since I posted anything I'm being nice and posting another imagine. This was something I cooked up last year I think and then forgot about. I edited it a little but it's definitely unpolished. I may, and that is a big may, look at writing more in this universe if people are interested.

It's still set in the Walking Dead Universe but it's an AU and the timeline is probs a little shifty. In this universe Shifters exist. Reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: Brief description of hunting and animal death.

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Daryl tensed for a millisecond before relaxing at the warmth that appeared behind him, arms wrapped around his waist as your chest leaned against his back. He reached down and grabbed one of your hands, squeezing before letting go.

“It’s too hot darlin’,” he grumbled, though it lacked any real bite to it. “Go bother Rick.”

“Nope, I saw you first,” you grinned blowing air on the back of his neck causing him to shiver a little. “Thought I might see if I can hunt down any food. Wanna come?”

“In this form or the other?” he questioned looking over his shoulder, his fingers trailing up and down your arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. A slow, purring started in your chest as you nuzzled into his neck. He huffed at your actions, but loved that he could cause this reaction from you.

“Hm, the other,” you answered kissing his cheek over his shoulder and pulling away. “Better chance of finding something.”

“I’ll grab Rick,” Daryl turned around looking at you properly. “Meet you at the gates.”

He dropped a kiss onto your cheek before he jogged away looking to grab the other member of your trio. It had been a while since the three of you were able to spend time together without anyone bothering you. Hunting tended to be the only time you could have alone. You happily skipped down to the gate waving at those who said hi to you as you passed them. You knew that one of the others would grab a pack for your clothes so you didn’t worry about it.

You didn’t have to wait long before Rick and Daryl were making their way down the road to you, Daryl keeping a firm hold of Rick’s hand to prevent him from wondering off or stopping for too long to talk to someone. You could hear Carol and Maggie laughing up the hill at the actions of the hunter. You grinned, skipping up to them to greet both of your men with a kiss. Purring as Rick squeezed your hip gently.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Rick hummed. “Daryl said you wanted to go huntin’?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded backing up towards the gate, those on guard opening it for you. “It’s been a while.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Rick tugged Daryl along with him as he followed you out the gate. “I need to do better with prioritising you two.”

“Yah, ya do,” Daryl grumbled but the both of you could hear the affection in his tone. It took him a while to get comfortable and confident enough in this relationship to speak his mind or even just hold yours and Ricks hands in public. But now, now this man had no problem with doing either of those things. Rick smiled gently at the quiet man tugging him closer to kiss him along his jaw, nuzzling into his neck in a mimicry to your actions from earlier. Daryl might be more confident in his relationship with the two of you but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t the easiest to fluster, his cheeks turned pink at Rick’s actions.

You grinned darting toward Daryl to kiss him, before jumping away your eyes slowly taking on a more feline look as you kicked off your shoes, leaving Rick to pick them up and put them in the backpack he was carrying. The men pulled away from each other to watch you, their eyes burning as you slowly removed the rest of your clothing, revealing more and more skin. It didn’t matter how often the two of them saw you naked, you still had a mesmerising effect on them. You quickly shifted into your other form. You took the form of a cougar, though larger than a normal one, your reddish-brown fur was sleek as you shook your body out getting use to your other form again. Your long tail had a black tip on the end, and it flicked playfully behind you as your yellow eyes stared at the two before you.

“Damn, ya beautiful,” Daryl muttered as he reached forward to scratch behind your ear. You came up to about his waist at your shoulders your head just a little bit higher allowing you to nuzzle into his chest comfortably.

“Doesn’t matter how many times we see ya like this darlin’,” Rick grinned. “It’ll always take our breathe away.”

Your ears perked at those compliments, purring louder in this form as you head bumped Rick after detaching yourself from Daryl. You rubbed all along them, leaving your scent behind, warning off other shifters and wild animals alike, that these two were yours. Your nose twitched as the wind blew the scent of a stag towards you, you lowered your body a little focusing your senses as a soft growl rumbled in your chest, alerting Rick and Daryl that you were on the hunt.

“You got something?” Daryl asked taking his crossbow off his back and notching a bolt.

You dipped your head once before trotting off in the direction of the scent. You stayed in a slow trot so your men could keep up with you. You were careful to keep them away from Walkers, thankful for once they smelt so horrid which allowed you to know when they were near. Daryl got a few rabbits during the hunt, when you stopped and nudged Daryl towards them. He would grin down at you, scratching you behind your ears before getting them. Rick carried the rabbits in the satchel he was carrying that was separate from his backpack, knowing that if the two of you were hunting together there would be an abundance of rabbits and birds.

The time always flew by when you hunted with your men, the sun was starting to get lower in the sky when you stopped, lowering yourself to the ground, body as still as you could make it, with a low growl rumbling in your chest. Daryl and Rick automatically stopped and couched down beside you, their eyes searching for the stag. Daryl, of course, was the first to see it, he tapped Rick on the shoulder twice and pointed to the stag that was drinking from the river just a few paces in-front of you. Your body wiggled as Daryl lined up his shot and you were ready to leap at the stag. Daryl released the bolt, hitting the stag in the neck, he grumbled a little to himself as the stag startled and started trying to run but unfortunately you were too quick as you had leaped the moment you had heard the sound of string. Your teeth tore into the throat of the stag as your large body brought it down, you made it quick not wanting the creature to suffer. You released your teeth the moment you no longer heard it breathing, Rick and Daryl joined you moments later.

“Excellent, this was a good find,” Rick grinned, stroking the fur along your neck, as he kneeled down beside you. Daryl was on the other side of the stag, already taking out his bolt and passing the rope to Rick to tie the legs of the stag together to make it easier to carry back to camp.

“I think you were even quicker this time love,” Daryl grinned, pulling out a bottle of water from his backpack, offering it you to wash out your mouth. “You staying in this form a little longer?”

You purred lowly before you spat out the water away from the stag. It was easier to smell or hear Walkers, it would be riskier on the way back to the prison due to the fresh blood of the stag. And with Rick and Daryl carrying the stag between them you would have to be extra vigilant, to keep them away from any Walkers.

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After the stag and the rabbits had been delivered to the people whose turn it was to prep the bounties the three of you found your way to an area in the back of the prison that was your little area. It was nicely secluded, which meant you could shift between human and cat form without worrying about prying eyes seeing you bare. As soon as Rick closed the door you allowed the shift to take over you, shaking your body as it changed back to human. You took a few minutes to stretch our your limbs and allow you to get use to the change in your senses.  

“The one thing I do not like about this ability is that even in my human form I can taste the blood of that stag,” you whined sticking your tongue out a little, and gagging. You reached for the backpack that held your clothes, quickly pulling them on but as you got to your shirt you found it replaced by one of Ricks. You raised an eyebrow at Rick as you settled down onto the mattress that was on the ground, doing up a few buttons but leaving most of it unbuttoned and the sleeves hanging down over your hands.

“You scent us all the time, Darlin’” Rick merely shrugged. “And you wore one of Daryl’s the other day.”

Daryl snorted from where he was laying down behind you, his body curled around you as if he was the cat shifter and not you. He offered you a bottle of water, and leaves that smelt of mint.

“Where did you get that my love?” you asked taking the offerings.

“I planted some here, after you complained about the tastes,” Daryl murmured, cheeks heating a little.

Rick grinned as he came to sit by Daryl’s head, lifting it a little so he could slid under, allowing Daryl to rest on his lap, as he slowly combed his fingers through Daryl’s hair. You had finished rinsing your mouth out after chewing on the mint leaves, happy with the taste now currently in your mouth. You tilted Daryl’s head up to kiss him in thanks, before pressing one to Rick’s lips as well.

“You are far too sweet my hunter,” you purred, laying down beside him, curling your body against his. Rick reached out to run the fingers of his other hand through your hair as well, lightly tugging on it until you were rumbling in contentment at the actions.

The sun was just starting to set as the three of you shifted your positions so you could all be laying down comfortably with Daryl in the middle, holding you close with Rick on the other side, spooned up against his back and holding him securely, one of Ricks hands resting on your hip. There was nothing you enjoyed more than cuddling with your mates after a successful hunt to provide for your pack.

[thewritersaddictions]

Kinktober 2023 Master List

Welcome to the 2023 Kinktober Master List

A/n- Don't interact if you're under the age of 18+. Read the tags for each post. This is all for fun. Reblog and like for this next year.

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Day 1: Geralt R. + Marco/Mirco

Day 2: Billy H. + Titfucking

Day 3: Homelander + Hate Sex

Day 4: Soldier Boy + Prostitution

Day 5: Daryl D. + Sweat

Day 6: Steve R. + Frottage  

Day 7: Rick G. + Virginity (Pre-Outbreak) 

Day 8: Tony S. + Breeding

Day 9: Billy B. + Lacation/Stripping

Day 10: Damon S. + Praise Kink

Day 11: Spencer R. + Humiliation

Day 12: Stefan S. + Somnophila

Day 13: Thor O. + Size Diff

Day 14: Leon S. K. + Orgasm Denial

Day 15: Jill V. + Temperature Play

Day 16: Maggie G. + Public/Gags

Day 17: Steddie & Y/n + Threesome

Day 18: Yennefer + Spanking

Day 19: Hopper + Uniform

Day 20: Lady D. + Body Mode/Mind Control

Day 21: Ada W. + Panties /Lingerie

Day 22: Bucky B. + Thigh Sex

Day 23: Negan S. + 6/9

Day 24: Klaus M. + Toys

Day 25: Joel M. + Pregnancy

Day 26: Steve H. + Masturbastion

Day 27:  Albert W. + Double Penetration

Day 28: Aaron H. + Daddy, Body Worshipping

Day 29: Karl H. + Breathplay

Day 30: Elijah M. + Over Stimulation

Day 31: Eddie M. + Costumes

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Base Yandere Rick Grimes Headcanons: Family and You Are Everything. (The Walking Dead)

#Yandere #YandereRickGrimes #YandereTheWalkingDead #YandereHeadcanons #Headcanons #BaseHeadcanons #TheWalkingDead #TheWalkingDeadRickGrimes #RickGrimes #RickGrimesXReader #Reader #GNReader 

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, this is a request from Tumblr, I am sorry it took me so long to do, anyways Please enjoy this!]

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Rick Grimes-

.Rick is most of the time, a calm man, both being a good man and a loving father.

.To him family is everything.

.That was until he met you, you were now part of his family.

.When he met you in the aftermath of the outbreak he did not know he would ever feel such passion as this.

.He feels guilty though, he was supposed to be faithful to his wife.

.Though he loves you in a way he has never loved his wife.

.He is incredibly loyal so when he learns Lori cheated, he makes it clear she can be with Shane.

.Everything works out in that sense.

.Now he is able to pursue you.

.He is a protective type of yandere.

He will protect you from not only walkers but other threats.

.He is also a very loving yandere who adores you and would show his affection.

.He is also willing to make hard choices.

.Such as if he had a rival that put his love for you at risk.

.He would kill them, with no hesitation.

.Again all that matters is you and his family.

.More yandere side he is also a bit to much protective of you.

.Where he rather have you at camp and not gathering anything alone.

.If you have to leave camp he will be by your side to make sure that you are safe and sound.

.It does sometimes get to be a bit much.

.He does have a high moral set in which he keeps to those morals, so he will want to make you his partner. To Marry you and be with you fully.

.Also he would honor you, respect you and take your input.

.Though if he thinks you are going to be hurt doing something he will shut it down and have a controlling side of that.

.Your safety and life are more important to him than a lot of things.

.So he is a bit controlling.

.This controlling side can spiral out of control and make him a paranoid yandere.

.So it is best that you manage it.

.He would deal with rivals by making them stay clear, or killing them.

.Again no hesitation.

.He confesses to you by giving you his wedding ring. It may have been a symbol of his love for his ex-wife, but it is a symbol now of the love that is never ending for you.

.If you accept his love he will be so happy and you would be his new spouse.

.If you are to turn him down, well that is not going to happen but if it did.

.He would "understand" and respect it but secretly he is continuing to court you and show you how much of a good husband he is.

.That way you will fall for him for sure.

.Though you would NOT Be allowed to be with anyone else.

.He would make sure of it.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy, my sexy muffins!]

[forgetminot]

I'm Not Going Anywhere.

♡ Rick Grimes x !gn reader ♡

[ Warnings : Slight trauma, gore (flashback), amputation, fluffff ]

Author's Note : This is the second part of my previous Rick story, you can find the first part here. However this can probably be read as a stand alone story if you prefer! Enjoy.

Summary : You wake up in the safety of your home after having your arm amputated from a walker bite.

Tag : @fuseburner

He was the first thing you saw when you finally opened your eyes, sat by your side with his hand clutching onto yours. He looked exhausted, dark shadows beneath his eyes and your blood still stained on his denim shirt. You take a moment to look around the small room, taking in your surroundings; you were back at the prison and in your cell - home safe.

You glance down to your side, eyes roaming over the blood stained bandage at the bottom of your elbow. So it wasn't a dream. You did get bit, but you survived.

"Rick?" You question, your voice barely a whisper. He jolts up from his sleeping position, eyes connecting with yours. He's so happy you are finally awake, a huge smile spreading across his face. He coughs, awkwardly pulling his hand from yours and you feel the loss of warmth instantly.

"Hey, you." His voice is soft when he speaks, calm. He frowns at the sight of you, feeling guilty for the pain he had put you through. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

"For what?" Your eyebrows crease from your confusion. "You saved my life, Rick." You state, pushing yourself up with your one hand and the smallest bit of strength you have left; Rick helps you, placing his hand on the small of your back to support you. You thank him as you sit up, leaning back against the bunks pillows.

You see your bag and machete out of the corner of your eyes, placed carefully next to your bedside table and you wince at the sight of the weapon, all the memories flooding back.

"Ready? On three." You take a deep breath looking away and staring at the bloody wall. "One-" He brings the machete down with force and you scream out as it slashes your skin, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continues to cut through your bone, blood and flesh covering the table.

You shake your head harshly, snapping the memory from your mind as the sheet covering the cell door is lifted, Hershel appearing from behind it.

"How are you feeling kid?" He questions, entering the cell and taking a seat on the stool beside you and laying his crutches on the ground.

"I've been better..." You smile weakly.

"I did the best I could with what supplies we had, you're lucky to be alive." He sighs.

"I know, thank you." You reply as Hershel places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently.

"I'm glad you're okay." He leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your forehead; you smile kindly. Reaching forward, he takes the glass of water from your bedside table and hands it to you. "Plenty of water and plenty of rest." He smiles kindly, standing up with his crutches and leaving your cell; nodding at Rick on his way out.

"Thought-" Rick sighs deeply. "Thought I was going to lose you..."

"I'm not going anywhere." You reach your hand out, interlocking your fingers with ricks. "Promise." You laugh shyly, pulling Rick down onto your cell bunk and he sits beside you. "You cut my arm off, you look after me." You state jokingly. He chuckles, nodding softly.

"It's a deal."

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for the prompts, could you do “are you... wearing anything?” with rick? either male reader or gender neutral, whichever you feel like :)

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a/n : thank you for the request lovely! also sorry for how short this was,,, i wrote this at 3am

pairing: rick grimes x male reader

warnings: reader has hangover, reference to nsfw, the usual !

as i woke up my head felt dizzy, my eyes reluctantly fluttering open. i stretched, my feet shaking as i did so. god that always felt so good.

soon after, i realized the other side of my bed had a weight on it.

looking over, i realized it was rick.

oh, that's why my head hurts.

now my blistering headache made perfect sense.

as i moved to wake him, my sheets wrapped around my leg. damn these comfortable ass sheets.

i maneuvered my legs for a few moments to escape from them, finally freeing my legs.

my head pulsed again as i swung my feet over the edge of the bed — finally realizing i was fully nude.

what the fuck?

i glance over to rick and he was too, his tan shoulders shining in the early morning sunlight.

i tried to nudge him awake again, but he didnt even move at all. he looked dead almost, but i was assured he wasn't by his dramatic sigh.

he's still just as dramatic when he's asleep, i guess.

after a few minutes of me spaced out — staring at his wall in front of me — he finally woke up.

i was faced away from him so i didn't register it until his voice rang out, that accent chipping my ears.

"are you... wearing anything?" was the first question.

"uh, no, actually. seems like you assisted me on that, rick," i let out a chuckle, which i regretted soon after because it made my head pulse.

he chuckled back, sitting up as i recently did. he flattened his curls, trying to tame the hair that seemed to be the only physical result of last night.

well, i was wrong. as he sat up, i saw a large purpling, yellowy mark on his neck. damn — when did i become a fucking werewolf? that thing was huge.

i realized about a half second later there were a few more littered down his muscled abdomen.

"do you remember what happened? last night, i mean," i decided to ask. i was curious, but i had an idea of what it could be.

"i mean.. do i have to say it?" he half-chuckled, looking me up and down for a split second.

"you worried what your pals are gonna say?" i teased. we've had sex before... but this seemed to be a little more intimate than the previous ones.

this time, he stayed in my bed. he didn't leave like he usually did — exiting quietly before dawn had erupted through the windows.

"no, not at all," he walked over to me, still nude (which... i was not complaining.) and planted a kiss on the top of my head.

i could barely feel it — but warmth tingled through my body as if i had.

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Dedicated to my dirty whores <3 @jas2010 @carlsdarling @taylormarieee @loveforcarl @hiro--aoki

A cute masterlist showing ALL my dirty smut, fluff, and angst &lt;3

I'm UselessBitch4205 on Wattpad <3

rules for requesting

I write for:

-Carl Grimes

-Dick Grayson

-Jason Todd

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Suggestive—Eyes apparently don't lie

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Fluff—Reader writes a love letter/appreciation letter

Fluff-Cabin—Carl Grimes asks to marry you

Fluff—CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

Fluff—NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

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Angst—Carl, Rick, and Glenn notice that the reader hasn't been eating/sleeping. They force an intervention.

Angst—Reader cries about Carl's death

Angst—Reader dies. Carl cries. (Lineup)

Angst—Reader hurts herself. Carl comforts her.

Angst —Carl comforts an insecure reader. SH WARNING

Angst leading to fluff—Carl goes on a scavenging trip but gets lost. The reader goes to look for him.

Angst—After Negan kills readers father figure, Glenn Rhee, she and Carl start to fight a lot. One day, after an intense fight, Negan suddenly arrives to Alexandria. He manipulates the reader to Carl.

Angst/fluff—Dad figure Glenn. Carl hangs out with Enid a lot, making the reader jealous. !argument

Angst/fluff—Shy/sensitive reader. Carl and reader fight because she sneaks out and Rick scolds Carl, making him apologize.

Angst/fluff—Dad figure Glenn. Reader runs away because she hates Enid and her father figure adopted her. Carl finds her.

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WORDS BURN HARD: CARL GRIMES X FEM!OC

Chapter One: The Woods

Chapter Two: Undetected

Chapter Three: Solitude

Chapter Four: a secret

Chapter Five: I watch as you're leaving

Chapter Six: Meddlsome

Chapter Seven: The Journal

Chapter Eight: A caged boy

Chapter Nine: Lavenders

Chapter Ten: Little Blue light

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

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Small Series

You were my light part 1 —The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

You were my light part 2

You were my light part 3

You were my light part 4

You were my light part 5

You were my light ALTERNATIVE ENDING—The daughter of Negan Smith wakes up from what she thought was real but was a dream. She wants to find him. Y/N Smith wants to find Carl Grimes.

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Dick Grayson

NSFW Alphabet—for the ladies who noticed the lack of dick grayson content.

King of my heart—You and him cannot be together. You two are from different worlds. !Fem!Knight!reader x !Prince!Dick Grayson.

SFW Alphabet—for the ladies who know dick grayson is just another softie <3

Breeding Kink—Dick sees how good you are with Roy's daughter and wants to put a baby in you.

Dick Grayson: first anniversary headcanons—this is cute. dick grayson is a gentleman. !gender neutral reader

College!Dick Grayson headcanon—he would do it to your fav song. he's snarky, he's THE shit. and he's mine <3

In the shower—Sex in the shower. What's better than that?

Safeword—Dick and Jason headcanons to you using the safeword.

Wayne Gala with a twist—Dick sees men staring at you but he wants them to know that YOU are HIS. (Basically hot sex in bruce's office)

Missed me?—an injured nightwing comes home... he's in a teasing mood.

Belt loops—Dick is a little handsy sometimes. PDA? That's his thing.

Insecurities —Fem!reader

Mission gone wrong—A simple mission. How'd you two end up married?

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Jason Todd

NSFW Alphabet—you know what this is, love.

Training Room—sweaty jason todd is a NEED.

More size k!!nk headcanons

The Rooftop—You convince Jason to not jump.

size k!!!nk—jason "size kink" todd headcanons. ugh, he's scrumptious.

Notebook—You're a journalist, he's Jason Todd. Do I need to say more? fem!reader

Trinity—Jason and Carl Grimes don't fuck. They fuck you. (Threesome)

Random Headcanons—a bunch of silly little headcanons

Safeword—Dick and Jason headcanons to you using the safeword.

Amusement Park—fluff. You and Jason and a few friends are at an amusement park. Jason spots a haunted house. Things turn interesting.

Wayne Gala Headcanons—Jason taking you to the Wayne Gala.

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Draco Malfoy

Smut —Sex with the Slytherin prince.

Smut—Your secret boyfriend is Draco Malfoy.

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Glenn and Maggie

Fluff—It's some cute fluff. (Glenn and Maggie are badasses in this too)

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WORDS BURN HARD - BY UselessBitch4205 on Wattpad <3

[thatvintagefanboy]

A Tree and Lake

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pair: Carl Grimes x gender neutral reader

Tw: Probably spelling mistakes, not proof read, implications of death, no walkers mentioned, dreams of a dead loved one, pre-established relationship, Death, grave sight, nickname (my love), and sad with a hint of fluff.

Pronouns: None used

Key:

(Y/n) - Your name

Y/n’s POV

“Come on get out of bed.” Carl told me playfully . “I can’t, not yet.” I said with a smile. “If you don’t I will make pancakes and eat them all by myself.” He exclaimed and began to walk down stairs as I sat up and walked down stairs. “Smells good.” I murmured walking behind him and hugging him. “I know I’m making it.” He said proudly.

“What’s got you being so cocky?” I asked tilting my head as I walked away. “Nothing I just miss you.” He said as I looked down. “Right.” I muttered as he sat down next to me and I laid my head on his lap. He played with my hair and I hummed softly. “It’s almost time for you to go.” He told me and I looked up at him.

“I don’t want to Carl.” I said as he smiled at me and sat me up and kissed my forehead. I’ll be right here when you fall asleep I promise my love.” He said happily, I began to tear up. “Please don’t make me.” I begged him, he held my hands. “I’m sorry (Y/n). Wake up.” He said and I did.

I was all alone in my bed. It was cold. I curled in on myself and cried. I heard soft knocking, my door creaked a second later, followed by a kid. “Yeah Daryl?” I asked and he sat next to me on my bed. “We found a place for him.” He told me and I sat up.

“I’ll be there in second let me get dressed.” I told him and he walked out of my room closing the door behind him. I sighed when I was done changing and saw his hat. I put it on then my shoes, walked out my front door. I saw Rick and Daryl there as they walked me to the spot.

It was by a tree near the lake. I smiled softly as they left me and I sat by the tree. I laid and I took off his hat and setting it on top of the freshly placed dirt.

“Ya know I dream about you every night. I don’t know if it’s actually you or just how I remember you. I remember when I met you here, our first date was here, our first kiss…a lot happened here.” I mumbled to myself.

“I’m glad this is your final resting place my love.” I muttered and placed on the dirt and started to doze off. I love Carl Grimes. I hope you always knew that, my cowboy.

A/n: Hey all idk if this is the second one this month, but I am on my Carl Grimes trend again. I watched the entire show from the time I was 12 until Rick’s “last” episode. I’m 20 now and I still have a thing for Chan Chan (Chandler Riggs). My mom and I have called him Chan Chan since I was 13. I’m glad y’all are still out here keep Carl’s memory alive and somehow know what Carl poppa is. Either way I got a little emotional writing this and I hope you enjoy loves!

[itsgrimeytime]

Home is Where the Heart is (Part Two) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

Part 1...

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWS: starting over, swearing, and identity crisis.

[[A/N: pretty is used gender neutrally here, so if you don't like that I'm sorry!!!Thanks for reading !!! For that anon, ly <3, enjoy :))) ]]

You were staring at your computer screen, the empty word document not quite intimidating you but it was definitely... something. The flickering little line that showed where you were typing was starting to get annoying though.

It was a lesson plan, one of the first ones actually, but one you had put off until further notice. Just something about the circulum hadn't sat right with you that day so you pushed it off. And then you pushed it off again, and again, and again-

Needless to say, you were now about two weeks away from your first-ever semester. Solo semester. You'd been a teacher's aide before, but never... never on your own. Just 'a lack of positions where you lived, and you weren't willing to relocate' problem, really. It was exciting and nervewracking and a lot-

Your life couldn't have been upturned at a worse time, honestly. Especially with so little experience on your own, but you told yourself you'd own it. You'd-

Just as you were getting into the groove of your writing process, your laptop flickered off. And then, you noticed the lights were off too. Your power was out.

"Fuck," you groaned out, half tempted to through your head down onto the table.

It wasn't a surprise, really. You knew that the internet wasn't exactly the best out here, and you'd bet that the electricity would be a little spotty too. But just because it made sense, didn't make it any less shitty.

You roamed outside, hoping to possibly get some cell service -to call the electricity company, or maybe your Grandma? Actually, now that you thought of it, you weren't sure that you knew who did the electricity of the house-

"Funny seein' you 'ere," the deep drawl lured you out of your thoughts -southern beyond belief.

You shifted, shading your eyes from the sun but just enough in his direction to see him. He stood tall, the morning looked good on him, his curls freshly washed and shirt unstained. The breeze of the morning tussled him slightly, and despite the warmth, he didn't look bothered by it. Out on the front porch in a set of pajama pants and coffee held gently in his hands -it looked warm, was Rick Grimes.

"Hey," you responded, dumbfounded -your brain had all but flatlined at the man... again.

He looked at you questioning, the slightest raise of an eyebrow -a sort of small smile brushing across the brim of his mug (almost teasing), "You're up early."

"Too early," you groaned, taking a seat on your porch in a delicately colored rocking chair -your Grandma's doing if you had to guess, "-working on some lesson plans I should've done months ago."

"Lesson plans? You the new teacher?"

You laughed, slightly, nervous, "Word spreads fast around here, then?"

"Always," he grinned, "-you'd be lucky to do anythin' out here without commentary."

You smiled, looking out into your yard -the billowing grass and trees were unfamiliar but peaceful. It was nice to just exist for a moment with someone else, even if you hardly knew them, it was nice. Freeing, even.

"What's the lead theory as to why I'm here?"

"Not sure," Rick paused, tilting his head towards you, attentive, "-why you got a good reason?"

"A super mysterious one," you answered back -playfully, "-what do you think I should go with? Spy overseas, or undercover royalty under witness protection?"

He chuckled, lightly, and something in your chest fluttered -the deep timber swimming into your head. He has a nice laugh, you noted somewhere far away in your head. It was just a thought, you'd let your brain get away with it this once.

"You lookin' for better stories or more intrigue?"

"Intrigue," you answered -doing a dramatic gesture with your hands, almost theatrical, "-no one should truly know me."

"Royalty," he responded -unflinchingly, "-ya look the part too."

You gasped, faux-offended, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're pretty," he answered, fluidly -as if the words out of his mouth were nothing but the truth, "-too pretty to be 'ere. Makes more sense."

"Oh," your mouth clicked shut -blush rising on your cheeks (chanting in your head, probably married, probably married, proba-), "-thank you. Good to know what I could get away with."

"Just the truth," he responded, one hand brushing over his beard as his coffee was set down on the top of the fence -a bit precariously.

You laughed, tilting your head back and rocking further from the motion -the buzz in your stomach was a teeny-tiny little thing. It wasn't anything to worry about, you knew better. You knew better than to walk right back into it again, believe and ignore and love-

It wasn't the time.

"Still," you added -smiley and with an accent you couldn't quite name, "-you'll back me up on my backstory? Death threats from my home kingdom ran away for safety."

He grinned -something big and bright, and it made you falter for a moment, "Sure, I'll tell 'em myself if I 'ave to."

You stilled, ever so slightly -eyes heavily focused on the world in front of you, intent like once you looked away it would disappear. Or maybe you would, back in that apartment, back with...

"Everythin' okay?" Rick interrupted, blue eyes intently on you -he must've noticed.

"What? Yeah-" you cleared your throat, blinking away some of the fog in your eyes -hoping he didn't see, "-Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts. I... I really need to get back to my lesson plans actually."

"Well-"

You interrupted, standing to your feet, "How long does a power outage usual last out here?"

He merely furrowed his eyebrows at you, somewhat understanding that something was bothering you but he didn't push, "Just a few minutes at most, maybe an hour if the weather's bad."

"Okay, good," you sighed in relief, before straightening and turning back to him -schooling your face into something more normal, neutral, "-It was nice talking to you, Rick. I'll... I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded, a sort of low grumble that seemed almost slurred in the morning, timber that shook your bones, "-and Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"If you ever... need anythin'," he started -carefully, blue eyes flickering over you with a concern you hadn't felt in a bit, "-I'm just a door down. Anythin'."

"Okay," you responded, quietly, genuinely, "-I'll be sure to take you up on that, Grimes."

[fallingfavourites]

this will probably be changing a lot, and again feel free to request anything (no smut) but again i make no promise i'll write it so sorry!! I almost always write x fem!reader but sometimes its gender neutral!

i write for all these characters romantic (not clementine from twdg) and plantonic fics ! also always feel free to ask about characters that aren't on this list !

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fandoms/characters I write for <3 (aka i have written for these or have some drafts of these fandoms)

bridgerton (Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Micheala Stirling)

criminal minds (Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, JJ, Elle Greenaway)

marvel (Matt Murdock, Peter Parker - tom/andrew, Steve Rogers, might also dabble with some x-men characters)

the hunger games (Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair)

the walking dead (Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene-Rhee / Lee Everett, Clementine)

top gun (Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw)

stuff I might write for :3

9-1-1 (Evan Buckley)

daisy jones & the six (Daisy Jones, Billy Dunne)

outer bank (JJ Maybank, Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, Pope Hayward)

the bear (Carmy Berzatto, Mikey Berzatto)

the boys (Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher, Kimiko Miyashiro)

the last of us (Joel Miller)

twisters (Tyler Owens)

[ravenraverequests]

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hi! my name is raven <3

welcome to my blog!

all are welcome!

I write mainly for rick grimes & negan smith!

I do x readers (smut, suggestive, and non-smutty). i do gender neutral readers, but love to do transmasc readers as well! ever had a really juicy good x reader idea but struggle with writing? feel free to send me a request with as many details as you want! i’ll try my best to get it out quick if approved.

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-no “dead dove” material. i will do very dark themes but not graphic rape or rape between reader and main.

-i do most kinks as long as everything is safe, sane, and consensual and all participants are willing. if you aren’t sure if I’ll write a kink, just message me! there is no judgment here as long as it is not immoral.

-i add tw warnings if necessary, but if you want any specific content warning just ask and it will be there!

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-please be patient with me. some works may come out faster while others may take more time. writers block and personal life and all that can interfere. just be patient with me and i will make your request the best i can!

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Update Time!

Hey my lovely followers and readers! Just want to provide another update! Sorry that I didn't post anything last weekend, I had a Halloween party and got a little too drunk so I was recovering from that on the weekend.

This coming weekend will be the same as it is my birthday on Saturday and I have a busy weekend of celebrations with friends. But if I have time and energy I will try and write something but I don't think I will have anything extra to post.

I do have one piece of writing that I am just editing and checking before posting which I am hoping to have done by Friday so I can post it after I get back from dinner. So apologies if I don't but I will try my hardest!

Rafael Barba

- next chapter of Grumpy ADA and the Detective is being worked on.

- And the next chapter of Dating App is in the works.

Sonny Carisi

- Dom Carisi; fem reader with a dominate Carisi. Some roleplay as a prisoner and cop.

- Sonny Side Up; Carisi cooks dinner for reader.

The Hobbit

Thorin

- Covered in Steam Encore; part 2 of the first part.

- Dance at a Feast; fluffy story with the femreader from Covered in Steam.

Moriarty the Patriot

Albert/Sebastian

-Sugar Daddies; Albert and Sebastian are in a relationship and decide to get a sugar baby. Relationship eventually grows and changes.

The Walking Dead

Daryl/Rick

-Fem reader who is a shifter, and in a poly relationship with Rick and Daryl.

[loganlostitall]

Better Off Dead

Rating: ehh��� I’ll go with 13+

Word count: 2k

Characters: Rick Grimes x Gender neutral reader

Setting: Alexandria, after TOWL ep 1 (SPOILERS!!!)

Content warnings: HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR THE NEW EPISODE!!!!!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN READING!!! That’s two warnings don’t blame me. Self harm and suicidal ideation, this is an almost entirely mental health related drabble. Heavy talk of cutting and scars. Typical TWD themes.

Summary: FINAL SPOILER WARNING! Rick hasn’t even been back for a full day. He is also not the only one who suffered a psychiatric decline over the years you spent apart. Both you and him are unaware that the other was in a similar spot. Hurt/comfort ensues.

Author’s note: Did NOT expect to be writing a Rick x reader in the middle of the goddamn night but my theory about Rick’s hand got proven right within not even five minutes and I was losing my shit. I started trying to think of plot immediately and once I saw more on mental health I was gone. Me and my love for mentally ill men <3

I wanted to post this the same night as release it fought me hard 😭 never expected to be doing Rick x reader and wanted to be perfect. Once again, the title is linked to the songspo so you can listen along.

Unbeta’d again, hope this is decent for u guys :3

The very moment you woke up, the first thing you became aware of was the fact that you found yourself in bed alone. Not unlike all the other nights. It was routine by now. The occasional, unique circumstance of this particular morning though, was the urge. Unshakable. All encompassing. It crashed through your brain and down into your body, pulsing through your veins, begging to be drawn out and released. Trapped under your skin. Grief.

It was almost completely overwhelming, tears flooding your lower eyelids and venturing down to your lips just as a strangled sob ripped from between them, the sound a little hoarse from your voice being unused during sleep.

You reached out blindly to the nightstand, your fingers grasping for the knife you always kept at your bedside in case of waking up to a walker breach or anything similar. Even through blurred vision, you found the handle, and brought the blade to the criss-crossed skin of your arm.

What a way to start off the morning with a bang.

Inflicting harm over previously healed scars always made you flinch harder. But you didn’t care that it hurt more. If anything, you appreciated it. It was more effective, faster. You never felt the need to leave quite as many.

Hissing through your teeth, you sat the knife down on your knee and brought your pointer and middle fingers to either side of the new wound and spread it open, luring more blood to flow out. It tickled as the thick crimson rolled down your wrist and came to a stop right where the skin curves to the heel of your palm, and you grabbed the handle once more to start the process over again.

Halfway through the next was when the door creaked.

You practically jumped out of your skin, throwing the reddened blade to clatter on the floor and snatching the covers to pull back over yourself, press them to your arm. Your free hand wiped the tears from your face as you sniffled, clearing up your sight well enough to see….

Rick. Blue eyes darkened by confusion and worry.

He stepped in cautiously, taking care to slowly and quietly shut the door behind himself and return his attention back to you. “Hey, what are you doing that for?”

“Wh— what the fuck?”

It left you as no more than a whisper, and you knew that same confusion was reflected on your own face. Rick wasn’t supposed to be here. ‘Am I hallucinating?’

“No, you’re not hallucinating. I’m right here.” Rick had nearly asked if you were okay, but stopped himself short. He’d just walked in on you cutting yourself, there was only one answer that you would, or could, give him.

You were apparently not fully awake yet, or you were still reeling from the self harm, because you’d seemingly asked the question out loud and not in your head.

His manufactured arm piece remained immobile at his side while his real hand patted himself absently in various locations, the pockets of his shirt as well as on each side of his jeans, searching for something although knowing that it wasn’t there. Rather than stand there idiotically, Rick held up a finger to signal ‘one second’ and made his way further into the room, dropping to one knee to pick up the knife you’d flung down carelessly and wiping the blood onto his shirt. And then, while he was down there, he pulled open each drawer of your nightstand until he actually found what he was looking for. Bandages. Or, more specifically, a small med kit with bandages in it. Packed full of random, useful supplies.

He remained kneeling at your bedside and spoke as he opened it. “Already forgot that you have me back?” His smile had an odd edge to it, like he was happy to see you but simultaneously disheartened by the state you were in, and concerned about the fact you’d forgotten. There was so much emotion on his face your eyes filled again.

“Yeah, I guess, I-”

You jumped when Rick pulled the blanket away from your arm and instinctively drew it back toward your chest, shielding the mess of dried blood from his worried gaze, but he simply reached for it again and coaxed it back to himself. Tentatively, not one sign of upset visible on him.

As he assessed the damage, you ashamedly looked elsewhere and returned to what you had previously been saying. “When Siddiq was still around, he diagnosed me with C-PTSD. Honestly, I think we all have something like that by now.” Laughing weakly, you bit the inside of your cheek for a few moments as Rick took care to clean the area with a small, square cloth soaked with witch hazel. It wasn’t the medication that burned, just the contact. You carried on. “He told me one of the side-effects would be my memory. Short-term, long-term, or even both… so, probably that and the fact I dreamed about finding you as a walker and having to put that knife between your eyes.”

A flare of insecurity sparked in your chest when that last statement had Rick’s eyes flitting to yours. Suddenly you found yourself critically self-conscious that he’d decide you were too much work now and leave to find better. Memory problems? Who would bother dealing with that?

“Okay,” he said surely, his voice steady. “That’s okay.” You were overwhelmed with the urge to hug him, but it would have to wait until you had your arm back. After a moment of eye contact for a second time, Rick patted the skin dry with a square of gauze and shook a small bottle of bactine before spraying a thin layer on top of the area.

The tingle of numbness was immediate. You sighed in relief as he rolled a Q-tip covered in Vaseline over each laceration and used that same last piece of gauze to delicately wipe up the excess surrounding them. And then to preserve resources, Rick opted not to open another and instead flipped that pad over to lay the dry side on your wrist; wrapped a length of blue self adherent cohesive bandage around it a few times to keep the wound dressing in place. Brought the heel of your palm to his lips, only to pause when his eyes wandered to find the array of scars littering your inner forearm. There was one in particular that he couldn’t take his attention off of.

Trailing the pad of his thumb down the length of your arm, you glanced down to see what he was looking at.

And felt nauseous.

“This one?” he asked faintly, voice barely discernible. Jagged, raised skin followed your radial artery vertically. Perpetrated on yourself while you’d searched for him.

You shrugged in an attempt to play it off as a lot calmer than you actually were. “Didn’t go deep enough.” Shame, once again, enveloped you. You felt fucking pathetic.

“Me either.”

The words felt like a bucket of ice water being dumped right over your head. Freezing your entire body, soaking your flesh and seeping beneath it to chill your bones. Your eyes found his natural fingers to discover that they were pulling his shirt collar away from his neck to reveal a slash that scabbed very recently going about a fourth of the way across his throat. Your vision swam again.

“You’re here now,” you tried. It was a lousy consolation, but you still weren’t… entirely grounded yet. Pushing yourself up to sit on your knees, Rick muttering ‘careful’ under his breath as you put weight on the hand connected to your injured arm to lean the upper half of your body off the edge of the bed, you nestled your lips just above the new scar and kissed his thrumming pulse. “We’re both here.” The two of you were equally as anxious; the way his heart was racing proved that fact. Perhaps even for the same reasons. Feeling exposed.

It was hardly a long journey from Philadelphia to Virginia. You made it back with Rick before the day was over. Subsequently, he had barely been here for twelve hours. Perhaps you hadn’t spent enough time together yet for the fact that Rick was home to truly register with you.

It seemed he may have had the same idea.

He offered you a tired half-smile and stood, closing up the med kit and returning it to its previous location only to round to the other side of the bed, make quick work of kicking off his boots, and climb in beneath the blanket. Rolling to face him, you sidled up to rest your forehead on his chest immediately, and his genuine arm fell over your side whilst the sculpted metal one lie idle beneath the pillows. The numbing from bactine was still a thing to revel over because it meant you could throw your arm over his bicep and card your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. You did not miss Rick’s short hair. His fingers soothed up and down your back in a comforting manner and you both laid utterly still, breathing the same air, sharing the same body heat.

“I’m grateful I didn’t go deep enough,” he whispered once the silence stretched uncomfortably. “You found me.”

For what was probably not the last time today, your eyes stung again. And yet, you opted to lift the spirits of him and yourself with a joke. It was the first thing that came to mind. “Well, you do seem to fail at slitting throats, Rick.”

You grinned up at him when he scoffed; giggled when he started to chuckle himself. The pair of you sounded as exhausted as you both looked, and when the laughter died out, you absorbed each other again. His presence was so consoling to your brain that had successfully convinced itself he was still gone, that after a length of time you realized you’d fall back asleep soon. And Rick would probably ensure you didn’t wake up alone again.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to do something, though.

Propping yourself up on your right elbow, you blinked sleep out of your heavy eyes while pulling weakly at his new arm attachment; more as a question rather than an unpermitted attempt to uncover it. “Can… can I look?”

Unease cast a shadow over his blue eyes, despite the trust in them, and he nodded. Which you’d only half expected him to do. You’d braced yourself for a no.

You would see it eventually, so he figured it was best to do it now and get it out of the way rather than prolong it.

Sitting your pillow off to lean it against the headboard, Rick adjusted and repositioned to lay on his back instead, which gave you a better opportunity to look at his hand. It was strapped on in two different places; one at the elbow, and one at the shoulder. The fingers were hyper-realistic, yet closed into a fist with no opening for a weapon to be gripped. It was almost as if he could read your mind, because Rick drew his arm away from you to demonstrate the release of a blade triggered in the wrist.

You lifted a finger to trail it along the sharp edge of the custom weaponized extension and hissed through grit teeth when it left a thin, shallow cut on your fingertip.

“I’m not getting the med kit back out.” He finished saying it with a playfully chastising call of your name.

No need to bother. You sucked the blood from the pad of your finger and threw him a drowsy smirk. “This is hot.”

That definitely caught him off guard.

“Yeah?” Rick shook his head with a dampened smile. “Well, I’m glad you see my suffering as an upgrade.”

The greatest salve for your pain was his lips on yours. Maybe it would do the same for his wounded pride.

Quite the valid reason to try it.

“Shut up.”

Your smile met his, and they stayed there even after you fell asleep again. This time, dreaming of the future.

National suicide and crisis hotline: call or text 988

Help with self harm: text CONNECT to 741741

LGBTQ+ inclusive resource: https://www.thetrevorproject.org/resources/article/support-for-self-harm-recovery/

Numbers for different parts of the world: https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/

[babieroachy]

✩☆requests closed, trying to catch up!☆✩

hello, i'm jules! i write sfw agere content! send in a request and i shall deliver!

there's a criminally low amount of age regression content for a lot of the media i enjoy, so i'm taking it upon myself to change that by writing content for some obscure characters with little to no demand!

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overwatch

dead by daylight

fallout (4 & 76)

twd

death stranding

fortnite

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junker queen (ow)

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sigma (ow)

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echo (ow)

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ana (ow)

kiriko (ow)

lifeweaver (ow)

lúcio (ow)

mercy (ow)

moira (ow)

zenyatta (ow)

the wraith (dbd)

the trapper (dbd)

the nurse (dbd)

the shape (dbd)

the huntress (dbd)

the cannibal (dbd)

the ghost face (dbd)

the oni (dbd)

the executioner (dbd)

the blight (dbd)

the twins (dbd)

the nemesis (dbd)

the cenobite (dbd)

the artist (dbd)

the mastermind (dbd)

the deathslinger (dbd)

the spirit (dbd)

the pig (dbd)

the knight (dbd)

dwight fairfield (dbd)

feng min (dbd)

leon scott kennedy (dbd)

haddie kaur (dbd)

vittorio toscano (dbd)

mikaela reid (dbd)

rebecca chambers (dbd)

jill valentine (dbd)

jeff johansen (dbd)

thalita lyra (dbd)

renato lyra (dbd)

sole survivor (fo4)

nick valentine (fo4)

piper (fo4)

maccready (fo4)

john hancock (fo4)

deacon (fo4)

paladin danse (fo4)

cait (fo4)

preston garvey (fo4)

beckett (fo76)

julie (appalachia radio) (fo76)

paladin rahmani (fo76)

duchess (fo76)

purveyor murmrgh (fo76)

aries (fo76)

danilo (fo76: pitt)

daryl dixon (twd)

rick grimes (twd)

carl grimes (twd)

sam porter bridges (ds)

higgs monaghan (ds)

most fortnite characters, just ask ^^

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

fluff

MILD angst

gender neutral reader

masc reader

sfw agere

sfw petre

ships / non x reader

x reader

headcanons

(ง'̀-'́)ง

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

nsfw

excessive angst

fem reader

any request that violates standard dnis

[spcewild]

Boundaries & Fandom I will write for !

Just restating games/Fandom I will write for ;

Rdr (1&2)

Re (resident evil - Leon Kennedy, Carlos, Luis Sera, etc.)

SR (Saints row - all main characters [Johnny gat, Carlos, Shaundi, etc.])

COD (Black ops, newer cod games, etc.)

Mortal Kombat (1 & 11)

Borderlands (1&2 + Tales From Borderlands only!)

Spiderman; across the multiverse

TKAM [To kill a mockingbird] (ADULT characters + platonic/parent like relationship w/ others)

DBH [Detriot: Become Human] (any ADULT characters and ADULT androids)

The Walking Dead [Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh, Maggie, Glenn, etc.] (ALL ADULT CHARACTERS)

The Punisher (All ADULT main characters)

The Outsiders (All Characters EXECPT for antagonists/Socs [NOT INCLUDING CHERRY])

Rumble Fish (Motorcycle Boy, Rusty James, Patty, etc...)

Tex (All main characters)

TMNT (Bayverse only)

《☆》

What I refuse to write for:

Character x character, minor x adult, incest, weird kinks, actors/real people including streamers/youtubers (I simply do not want to make them uncomfortable even if they consent to fics abt them..), etc etc. (Pretty much just the weird and illegal stuff <3)

Genres:

Smut, fluff, angst, etc!

Boundaries:

(What I am and am not comfortable with)

What I refuse to write for will either be because I am simply uninterested in writing it, or it makes me uncomfortable. If you are unsure if I am comfortable with writing a certain thing/idea, PLEASE ASK!! I will not be mad! :)

I AM okay with being reblogged! It is very welcome, and I appreciate it! But along with this and reposting my work (which I am also okay with), I must receive credit.

Which pretty much means don't steal my work lol

If you wish to address me in any way, you can refer to me as:

Spce, space, spcewild, and wild. Or any other nicknames you may have for me! <3 (as long as it isn't inappropriate, I do not wish to be referred to in any sexual way)

(Pronouns are listed in my bio if needed!)

I AM also okay with writing what I believe is called a match-up...? (Correct me if I'm wrong pls lmao) where you describe yourself, and oc, persona, etc. And I get to match you up with who I think you match the best with romantically or platonically!

I am ALSO okay with writing for male, female, gender neutral, intersex, trans, and any other LGBTQ+ readers!! I will also include POC readers, chubby, thin, or any body size of reader! Not only this, but if you wish for the reader to have a specific physical quality you want me to write for (and can be an insecurity) pls let me know! :)

Lastly, I am okay with writing for readers with disabilities, mental issues, etc. (Please correct me if I mistake anything when writing for specific things like this! <3)

if anyone has any questions feel free to ask <3

Requests: OPEN