#beth x rick

[pink-bird-30]

Hey guys, I finally posted another chapter.

As always,

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“Should we really be talking about this in public?” Rick questions.  It was lunch time and Courtney was attempting to turn their lunch period into a team meeting. “If you claim that the children of these super bad people go to school with us, don’t you think it isn’t wise to have a team meeting here?” He slouches back in his chair raising a brow in Courtney’s direction.  From his right he can see Beth nodding in agreement with him and on his left Yolanda gives Courtney a ‘I told you so’ look.

Courtney huffs in frustration and stabs at her fruit salad.  “Fine.  What would you guys like to talk about?”

Everyone looks at one another trying to bring up a new conversation, but realistically, none of them really know each other.  Besides Rick and Beth, Courtney is still the new girl and Yolanda is a fallen popular kid.  What could they possibly talk about?

“Oh!” Beth looks excitedly up from her perfectly crafted lunch, “The Fall dance is coming up!”

Rick groans.  “Anything but that, Beth.”

Beth shrugs and takes a bite of her sandwich, “Well, I’m on the dance committee and we can use some volunteers.” She smiles in Rick’s direction.  Oh no. “I thought maybe you guys would like to help out.  Plus, Cindy is head of the committee, that would give us a chance to get close.”

Courtney perks up at the opportunity, “Yes!  Beth, you are a genius.”

Yolanda shrugs her shoulders, “Sorry, I can’t.  My parents only allow me to go from school to home.  No extracurricular activities for me.”

“Darn, what about you, Rick?” Beth looks at him hopefully.  “There is a lot of stuff that needs to be brought from the basement, and it's kinda heavy.”

Fuck.

Why did he have to get involved with these girls?  How is it possible that this bundle of sunshine is about to make him cave.  Mustering up whatever courage he could, Rick said, “No.”

“Oh.”  Beth looked down at her lunch sadly, and before turning back to Rick, she plasters a fake cheerful smile on her face.   “That’s okay, I think Cindy got Cameron Mahket to help us.”

His eyes narrowed hearing that jerk’s name.  No way was he going to let Cameron help Beth.  Over his dead body.

“Actually,” Rick spoke up, interrupting Courtney and Beth who were going over details of the dance.  “I’ll help out.”

Yolanda smirks, “Oh, really.  And why suddenly do you want to participate, Rick?”  Yolanda wasn’t stupid.  She’s sat across from Rick and Beth for months now, and it’s plain as day these two have bypassed whatever friendship they had and are on the cusp of something more.  But that also doesn’t mean she isn’t going to tease Rick about it.

Rick glares back, “No reason.”  He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair in nonchalance.  Although he seemed calm on the outside, Rick was annoyed that Beth would think Cameron could possibly do a better job than him carrying heavy objects.  

“Great!” Beth cuts in.  “Let’s all meet by my locker after last bell.”

Rick nods in agreement and scrolls on his phone for the rest of lunch.  Rita the lunch lady was on vacation this week, which means no free lunches for Rick.

“I’m heading to the library to get some studying in before my biology exam.”  Beth said to Rick.  He glances up from his phone long enough to notice Yolanda and Courtney have already left.

“Where did Court and Yolanda go?”

“They left a while ago, something about needing to get a head start on a history project?” Beth continued to pack up her lunch.  She still had an apple left over that she knew she wasn’t going to eat.  And it didn’t go unnoticed by Beth that Rick hasn’t had lunch in two days...

She places the apple in front of him and slides her backpack strap over her shoulder.  “I really don’t like apple.” she scrunches her nose.  “My mom insists I eat them, but I just can’t get past the texture of them.”

Rick looks at the apple in front of him and then up to Beth, “You sure?”

She nods her head, “Yeah, like I said, I don’t like apples.  I’ll see you later!”  As she walks past him, she affectionately touches his shoulder and heads out of the cafeteria.  It was a small gesture and a gentle touch, and he was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

It was at this moment Rick knew he was screwed.

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It was well into the evening when Beth, Courtney, and Rick left school after the dance meeting.  Courtney was in a foul mood after Cindy shut down all her ideas for the dance.  But a bonus was Cameron trying to get her ideas heard, but also falling victim to Cindy’s death glare.  Beth was happily chattering excited for the next two weeks before the dance.  Then there was Rick.  He couldn’t stop re-playing what happened in the basement with Beth.  It doesn’t seem to faze her, but his mind had been going a mile a minute trying to understand what happened.

After meeting at Beth’s locker, the trio made their way to the auditorium where the dance committee would be meeting for the afternoon.  At first, the meeting was civil and normal, but then Cindy took notice of the two new volunteers in the room.

“Wow, the newbie and the town psycho volunteering for the Fall dance, I must be dreaming.” Courtney rolls her eyes and ignores the comment.  Rick on the other hand lazily flips Cindy off and crosses his arms.  It wasn’t the first, nor the last time someone would call him that.  He wasn’t sure why but nevertheless he could truly not give a single fuck what Cindy Burman had to say about him.

But Beth did.

“Cindy, I would appreciate it if you did not call my friends names.” Rick’s eyebrows rose hearing the sharpness in Beth’s voice, eliciting amusement from him.  He grins seeing the taken aback look on Cindy’s face.

Cindy flips her hair over her should and mutters, “Whatever” and moves on to the next topic.  

Eventually everyone is split into teams, Courtney and Cameron, Cindy and Henry, Beth and Rick.  Rick and Beth were tasked with retrieving the decoration from last year from the creepy basement.  To Rick’s amusement, he learned that Beth was deathly afraid of spiders.  While shuffling through old boxes in the basement, a small black spider crawled out behind one of the dustier boxes and Beth nearly had a heart attack.  She ran behind Rick and pointed her finger at the small creature.

“You have to kill it, Rick!!!” She clutched the back of his yellow hoodie in fear and peered around his side.  “There is absolutely no way I will stay down here knowing that thing is still alive.”

Rick laughed so hard that he had to take a moment to collect himself.  He looked behind him to see Beth pouting.

“Fine, but I’m never letting you live this down.” Rick goes to move away from Beth but finds that she has his hoodie in a death grip.  “Uh, Beth?” he looks down to her hand holding him hostage and she lets go muttering, “Sorry.”

He steps on the spider and uses a tissue to wipe away the evidence and tosses it into the trash can. As he turned around Beth threw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Before Rick could react, she pulled away, brushed a soft kiss across his cheek and stepped back.  She looked up to him with this sparkle in her eye that he didn’t understand.  But that look made him feel things he couldn’t explain.  It was a type of warmth that he could only compare to being piled under blankets during the winter.  Comforting and safe.  But overall encapsulating.

After that, Rick stayed silent as Beth moved on to more boxes and finally found what they were looking for.  She continued to chatter as usual, but Rick was lost to his thoughts and his confusing feelings.

Still lost in thought, he didn’t hear Courtney bid him and Beth goodnight, and jogs over to her mother’s car.  He and Beth continue to walk in silence to his mustang.  He opens the passenger side door for her without thought.  Beth gives him a small smile and says, “Thanks” before sliding in. He shuts the door and walks around the back of his car and tosses his backpack into the trunk before making his way to the driver’s side door.

The entire ride to Beth’s house was silent.  Beth didn’t try to fill chatter with Rick, she could tell there was something going on with him.  She noticed it after they made their way back to Courtney and Cameron.  He didn’t have his usual snark towards the other boy, and that is when Beth became concerned over his silence.

When Rick finally pulled up to her house, she noticed all the lights were off and the driveway was empty.  Rick frowned taking note of this as well, pulling him from his thoughts.  It was well past nine in the evening, and it seemed odd that Beth’s parents were not home yet.

“Are your parents usually not home?” Rick asks.  “You really shouldn’t be by yourself with everything going on right now.”

Beth starts to respond but then shuts her mouth.  How does she explain that her parents are workaholics and never want to be around her or each other?

Putting on her typical cheery persona, Beth opens that car door and steps out.  “It’s probably just a late night for both of them.  I’ll be okay.”

Rick doesn’t feel convinced by her fake attitude.  He knows her too well to ignore the fact that she is upset and should not be alone.  “Are you sure?”

Hiking her backpack high on her shoulder she gives him a small smile, “Yeah.  I’m fine, Rick.”

Before he could reason with her, she says, “Goodnight” and shuts the car door.  He watches her walk up the driveway to her front door and waits for her to open it and walk inside.  He sits there for a few minutes contemplating what he should do next.  He knew what he really wanted to do, and that thought scared him.  The part of him that wants to shut off his car and walk up to her front door and then…and then what?  Ask her to come inside so she doesn’t feel as alone as he feels?  That they can be alone together?  His grip on the steering wheel tightens trying to sort out all of these

confusing feelings inside him.  Before he lets his emotions get the best of him, Rick pulls away from the curb and takes the long drive back to the farm.

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The next morning, Rick woke up to missed calls from Courtney and about 20 messages in the JSA group chat Courtney insisted they create to keep in contact with one another.  Rick rubs sleep from his eyes and reads the time on his alarm clock.

8:30AM

He rolls his eyes and reads the messages in the chat.

Courtney: Meet at the garage at 9AM for team training!

Yolanda: This is the one day I can sleep in, are you crazy?!

Beth: Okay, see you guys there!

Courtney: RICKKKKKKKK, WAKE UPPPPPPPP

If there was a way to throw something at Courtney through his phone, he would have done it by now.  He sends a quick text that he’ll be there soon and lets his head fall back against his pillow.  As he was slowly drifting off his phone started to ring again.

He groans into his pillow and swipes to answer the call, “Courtney, I swear to God— “

“Oh, no. It’s Beth.  Good morning!” her cheerful voice filled his ear.  He’d be lying if the sound of hearing her voice didn’t make his heartbeat a little faster.

“Hey,” his voice filled with sleep.  “Sorry, I thought you were Courtney again.  She already blew up my phone ten times today.”

Beth lets out a chuckle, “Yeah, she called me at seven, but she was lucky I was already up, or I would have responded just like Yolanda.”  Rick chuckles.

“Well, as you could tell, I am not a morning person.  Sorry about that, didn’t mean to yell at you.”

Beth brushes it off, “No worries.  But I did want to ask you if you wouldn’t mind picking me up on the way to the garage?” she asks hopefully.  “My bike has a flat tire, and I haven’t had the time to get it fixed.”

Rick sits up in bed and checks the time.

8:45AM

“If you’re okay with being late, then yeah.  I can pick you up.”

“Great!” Rick had to pull the phone away from his ear, Beth’s energy at eight in the morning was something he was not used to.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

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By the time Rick and Beth made it to the garage, Courtney was standing in the middle of a room full of gym mats thrown everywhere, imitation villains that sort of looked like the ISA, and Pat shaking his head in disapproval.

“This is a bad idea, Court.”

“Oh, c’mon, Pat. You even said so yourself, we hardly know how to use our powers and need to practice for a real mission.  And according to you,” she points an accusing finger at him, “we should be prepared at all times if the ISA is to attack.”

Pat throws his hands in the air and glances at the two late arrivals, “Glad you two could join us.”

“Hi!” Beth smiles and waves, completely ready to tackle whatever it is that Courtney has concocted.  

“There you two are!”  Courtney walks up to them and grabs them by the arms and hauls them over to where Yolanda was sitting cross-legged on a blue gym mat.  She motioned for them to sit down.

“Alright, welcome to our very first training session!” Courtney cheered.  Rick rolled his eyes.  “Pat is going to teach us some basic hand-to-hand combat and other ways we can fight back.”

Courtney motioned for Pat to step forward as she moved to sit next to Yolanda.

“Alright,” Pat sighed.  “Each of you has a unique power that needs to be understood and used properly.”

Rick leans over and whispers to Beth, “Is he about to give us the Uncle Ben speech?”

Beth tries not to laugh as Pat continues to drone on about how each of their suits and accessories work.

“With great power comes great responsibility, as they say.” Beth and Rick did their best to hold in their giggles.  But Pat overheard their snickering and glared at the pair.  “Am I interrupting something?” They both shake their heads and have the decency to look somewhat embarrassed.  Pat continued his speech and eventually moved on to teaching basic self-defense, hand-to-hand combat, and other ways their powers can assist them in any situation.

Pat eventually finished his lecture and they moved to stand across from one another on the mats.  “What we are going to do now is some basic ways in which you can protect yourselves in the event that your powers do not work.”

“Mr. Dugan,” Beth interrupts.  “From my understanding is that Chuck is mostly a research component of the team, how am I supposed to use that to defend myself if it is more of a mental and not a physical aspect to my persona?”

“Beth has a point.”  Yolanda buts in.  “Beth’s abilities are more on the intellectual side of things and not so physical interaction.”

“Even so, it is important that you learn how to fight.”  Pat explains.  “Charles knew how to fight just as well as Starman, even without Cosmo.  No one gets excluded. Got it?”  Everyone nods in agreement.  Beth was glad she asked.  Although the thought of physically fighting someone frightened her, she was glad that someone else thought it was important for her to retain these skills just in case.

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After training was over, and oh boy was that an experience, Beth changed back into her normal clothes.  A long sleeve floral top, a corduroy skirt, and her favorite black ankle boots.  As she walked back out to the main part of the garage, Beth couldn’t help but think back to the last two hours.

Courtney was a natural when it came to learning how to defend herself.  Yolanda too, probably because she knows how to box.  And Rick seemed to get the hang of things quickly.  As for Beth…let’s just say her hand eye coordination could use a bit of improvement.  But overall, not too bad for the first day.  They all agreed that after school they would meet twice a week to train.  

Beth walked over to where Rick was sitting at Pat’s work bench, tinkering with some type of car part and listening to Pat go over where he can improve his form for next time.

“-Otherwise, I think you’re do well, Rick.”  Pat patted him on the shoulder and turned to Beth.  “Beth, I just wanted to let you know you were really doing your best today.  Next time, I think we should work on a few basic things before moving on to more complex defensive moves, okay?”  Beth’s heart sank, she thought she did better, but she does agree she is not at the same level of fighting Rick, Courtney, and Yolanda are at, but is hopeful that maybe she will be someday.

“Yeah, that would be great, Mr. Dugan.”  She grips her backpack strap, starting to feel the soreness in her shoulders and arms.

“Well, I gotta get a move on.”  Pat walked over to a pile of boxes filled with books.  “I have to get through these boxes to try and figure out that map you guys found.”  Piqued with curiosity, Beth walked over to Pat and investigated the boxes he was referring to.  She picks up one of the texts and brushes away some dust.  “‘Local History of Blue Valley’ why are you searching the town’s local history, Mr. Dugan?”

Pat takes the book from Beth’s hands and opens it to a page showing different blueprints of Blue Valley.  “The map you found means something important and I think it has to do with Blue Valley.  But all the most recent history doesn’t seem to hold the right information we need.  I thought looking in the past would dig up something important.”  He shuts the book and tosses it onto the table with the rest of the books he will be shuffling through for the next few hours.

Beth eyes brighten in excitement at the possibility of a new lead.  She spent hours with Chuck trying to decipher what the map could possibly be.  And Pat may have found the break they needed.  She needed to get her hands on those books.  

“You were going to go through all of this on your own, Mr. Dugan?”

Pat shrugs his shoulders, “Sure, someone must do the research on this team.  Might as well make myself useful.”

From where Rick was watching the exchange, he had this dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach that Beth was about to say something he wasn’t going to like.

“Maybe we can help.”  No. Nonononono.  Rick wills Beth not to look at him because he knows a single look from her will break him, and he does not, under any circumstances, wants to spend his Saturday shuffling through local history.

But it gives you an excuse to hang out with her...

“Right, Rick?” She looked over at him expectantly and he knew he was about to spend his Saturday elbow deep in local history.

She’s giving him that look.  The same look that she used to get him out of trouble a few weeks ago in the cafeteria.  The same look she gave him when she asked him to join the dance committee.  And now her gorgeous brown eyes and how they seem to twinkle whenever she looks at him are once more sucking him into whatever is going on.

Internally groaning Rick nods his head and walks over to Beth and Pat. Pat seems surprised at Rick volunteering to help.  Rick wishes he could explain how and why, but that still remains a mystery to him.  

All he knows is that Beth Chapel will be his undoing.

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“Do we need to keep reading these?” Rick doesn’t whine often but the old, faded handwriting starts to blur together the longer he stares at the worn pages.  It’s been hours since Pat handed Rick and Beth the box of worn books of Blue Valley. It was Beth who started to read the books and eventually dragged Rick into it.  Although his inability to say no to Beth was ever present, he held out opening a single book until about an hour after Pat handed them a box and they settled in the loft.

For the first hour, it was mostly Rick replaying the day before over and over again.  How has the person next to him made such an impact on his life in such a short period of time.  He spent years ignoring her, but the second he let her in, that was it.  There was no going back.  And that alone scared Rick.  Especially now that they made up two fourths of a newly resurrected superhero team.  What if something happened to one of them, what if they got hurt…what if someone dies?  These were the endless thoughts that ended Rick’s refusal to help, but instead, forced him to get out of his own mind and think of something less depressing and anxiety inducing.

But it did not help that from time to time his mind would drift and his eyes would wander to the girl sitting next to him.  In the last 24 hours, Beth has managed to make him a part of a school club, seriously, Rick Tyler is on the dance committee, and got him to help with research when he could be working on his car or sleeping.  He wishes he could explain how she managed to do this but, in all honesty, all it takes is a single look from her big brown eyes and he’s done for.  It’s been like this ever since the night of Cindy’s party.

The hug.

A hug changed something within him, and he can’t explain it.  Ever since then, he felt softer whenever Beth was around.  He doesn’t feel like he must be Rick Harris, the troubled kid with the drunk uncle, but Rick Tyler, the son of a superhero.

He feels like he can do better for once.

Because of her.

Because of Beth Chapel.  The girl he’s sat next to for years, never giving her a chance.

And now he’s feeling slight regret making her a friend because now he can’t stop being near her all the time.  Like today.  He would have said no to researching through these ancient books, but somehow Beth convinced him otherwise.  But Rick also knows deep down there are other reasons why he didn’t say no to Beth.  Reasons he still wasn’t quite sure of but was on the cusp of figuring them out.

The hours move along, eventually they stop around three to go to Richie’s and grab some burgers and shakes.  Rick learns that Beth hates whipped cream on her milkshakes and that he was more than happy to scoop away the delicious fluff and add it to his own strawberry shake.  They talked about random things, things that Rick didn’t even know he wanted to know about Beth, like how her favorite movie is Tangled, her favorite flowers are Sunflowers (which he was not surprised by this), and how she always wanted a dog, but her dad is allergic, so she’s only ever had pet fish growing up.

After they finished their lunch, they made their way back to the garage and dove back into the large pile of books.  Time passed but neither teen seemed to notice as they continued to research.  Eventually, Beth looks over at Rick sprawled out next to her on the couch.  Her goggles glowed as she took in his tired expression.  She lifts the goggles to her forehead and pulls out her phone.

11:30PM.

“Oh no.” her eyes widen not realizing how much time has passed.  “I was supposed to be home hours ago!”  Beth bookmarks the page she’s on and rests the book on the table littered with the books they’ve already read through.  Rick watches her panic trying to find her glasses.  He smirks knowing she handed him her glasses so she wouldn’t lose them.

But she looks too cute freaking out trying to find them.

The smirk on his face drops after the thought.

Since when do I think Beth Chapel is cute?!

Panic started to rise in his chest at the revelation.  That was it, that was the feeling he couldn’t describe.

I like Beth.

“Rick?” Beth says his name, waving her hand in his face. “Are you there?”

“Uh,” he glances down at the messy table before him and reaches for her glasses.  “Sorry, you gave them to me, remember?”

She smiles at him and takes her glasses dangling from his fingers.  As she takes them their fingers brush and Rick feels a spark at the contact.  He retracts his hand as if she burned him and sits up straight looking away from her.

“I’ll um, go start the car.  See you downstairs.”  He tosses the last book he was reading onto the table and leaves without looking at her.

Beth watches him go, curious as to why he was acting so strangely.

If only she knew…

[wrathfulmercy]

i've never been touched like that before.

Prompts for intimate pillow talk from here @thesongbiird

“Mhm?” As if he didn’t hear it and realize the true meaning of it, Rick huffed before his head turnt to look at her laying in his arms with those big blues staring up at him in adoration. He always kept her away from him, shut her down whenever she tried to get close cause all he ever knew about himself was how much danger he provided in times like these. Getting involved with him would mean getting closer to death and being a threat to what they tried to built here. He shouldn’t have done it. Shouldn’t have given in to his own desires he kept a secret for so damn long every time he looked at her and still here they were and there was not a single kind of regret in his heart about having sex with her. If anything he was sure that he would do it again even if he shouldn’t.

“Never.” he repeated while his hand wandered to her face, running through her long hair to free her eyes from the sweaty strains that clung to her skin. “And how did it feel?” Did he do something wrong? Was she the one having regrets now after all this time she wanted it? Did he disappoint her? “Did I hurt you, Beth?” No, she would have said so and stopped him, wouldn’t she? But still he wondered if his rough hands could really provide anything else than roughness after all the blood he shed. “You only deserve the best and I wish that from now on this is the only way people will touch you.”

[baxndaid]

rick sanchez x reader

headcannons or something idk i like old men read my stanford x readers here too x <- POLL AT THE END !!

- you’re probably a family friend, you come over every once in a while to supervise morty and summer while jerry and beth try to rekindle their failing marriage

- you do a horrible job because the kids always end up sneaking out with their grandpa to kill some god or something absurd like that

- your oblivious, rick isn’t necessarily cold towards you, just indifferent

- he would rather be elsewhere than in the living room talking to some random person that beth insists on having in her house

- one day you catch them sneaking out and probably hide inside of the trunk of ricks car(?) because curiosity killed the cat or something like that

- the cars system would probably inform him that he has an unexpected visitor and your caught red handed, now inside the passenger seat with morty and his grandfather

- awkward would not be enough to describe what that whole journey was

- rick would berate you for being so stupid, telling you that you had no survival skills getting into strangers cars like that

- morty sat in silence, disappointed that he couldn’t go to “boob world” or whatever he called it

- you see, you’re a professional glazer

- it’s not even unintentional like you’re genuinely super impressed by this guy what the fuck do you mean he’s fucked a planet?? crazy work me next

- he decides to keep you around to stroke his ego, it’s refreshing to have someone who’s not always busting his balls about morality and space laws

- and having someone as attractive as you worship him like a god sounded good to him

- after a while he’ll definitely enjoy your company but pretend he’s super cool and suave , pretending that he’s not excited to spend some time with you

- morty gets a little concerned at the fact that his grandpa has taken a liking to you, with with beth

- they know what he’s like, he’s brash and cold one minute, and a little normal the next

- they eventually give in though, they’ve never seen him so calm before, maybe you’ll change him and his chaotic ways

- (you can’t and you won’t)

- he’s super distant when he realises he might have genuine feelings for you, it’s not like him at all to feel all mushy

- truth is, he’s lonely, he’s sad, he’s afraid that things won’t work out, something bad happens to you etc, then he’s back to being lonely

- yeah he’ll probably be a little mean to you at first, to try and scare you off

- doesn’t work, so he gives up with the sass

- definitely builds you little trinkets and machines now and then

- you have no time to mow the lawn? he’s going to build self mowing grass for you (it’s a little sad)

- always stuck in traffic? he’s tinkered with your car and now whenever you drive by a traffic light it’ll always be green (so many casualties)

- too cold today? he’s going to discreetly push the sun a little closer to the earth, juuust a smidge

- he definitely butt dials you when he’s drunk only to cry on your lap until he sobers up and then pretends nothing happened, if he tells you anything particularly sensitive then your memories about it are going bye-bye

- it would take a lot for him to confess, for real

- normally though you’ll probably find a bunch of voice mails from him, he sounds rough and panicky, like he’s about to die in some stupid mission (you could always near morty crying in the background)

- he’ll tell you that he loves you, and that you make him forget about how much he hates himself

- forget about that though because in the very next voice mail he sounds normal again and is telling you to ignore what the last message said

- do not ignore it pls

- do something subtle but nice, like bake or cook him something, or buy him a new lab coat, anything

- he’ll probably get the hint soon

[h4unted-d4rling]

really real very true

[zmbiesoph]

TENSION PT. 2

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - lowkey improved in smut (guys don’t judge I guess I was feeling real freaky while writing this😭)

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - after you and Carl finally kiss, the tension just grows… and grows

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, lowkey boob kink, use of Y/N, use of “good girl”, lowkey just kinky, unprotected p in v, kinda rough smut, rushed and fast paced writing, kinda detailed

AGED UP CARL

Carl's hands roamed your body, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other gripping your hip possessively. You responded in kind, your fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him even closer. The kiss deepened, turning sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. The feverish need that had been simmering between you for so long finally boiled over, and you both surrendered to it fully.

Your hands slid under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen, the defined muscles that spoke of his strength and agility. He groaned into your mouth as your nails lightly scraped his skin, arching into your touch. In return, he yanked the hem of your own top free from your pants, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts through your bra.

You gasped at the sudden sensation, breaking the kiss to lean your head back against the wall. Carl took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck," you breathed, fisting a hand in his hair. The pain-pleasure of his teeth and tongue sent sparks of heat straight to your core. You needed more. Needed to feel him everywhere.

Carl seemed to read your mind, his hands deftly unhooking your bra and pushing it up out of the way. Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and he wasted no time in bending his head to capture one between his lips, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.

You cried out, arching off the wall, pushing your breast further into his hot mouth. He obliged, sucking hard, before moving to lavish the same attention on the other side. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

When he finally released your nipple with a wet pop, you were panting harshly, eyes glazed with lust. Carl looked just as affected, his own pupils blown wide and dark, cheeks flushed with arousal. Without a word, he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You automatically clung to him, arms around his neck and ankles locked at the small of his back.

He carried you over to a small table in the corner, sweeping the dust and debris onto the floor with one arm before setting you down on the rough wood. The change in position pressed his obvious arousal right against your clothed center, and you both groaned at the contact.

Carl captured your lips again in a searing kiss as his hands slid down your sides to the waistband of your pants. He paused, pulling back slightly to look at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded breathlessly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He popped the button on your fly and dragged the zipper down torturously slow. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants and panties, he slowly peeled them down your legs along with your boots, leaving you bare before him. For a moment, he just drank in the sight of you, eyes smoldering with desire.

Then he was kissing you again, hard and hungry, his hands spreading your thighs wide as he stepped between them. His fingers found your slick folds, stroking through your arousal with deliberate slowness. You whimpered into his mouth, hips rocking forward into his touch.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "All for me."

"Yes," you panted, tilting your hips to give him better access. "Only for you."

Carl smirked at that, two fingers plunging deep into your tight heat without warning. You cried out at the sudden fullness, inner muscles clenching around the welcome intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.

The table creaked beneath you with every snap of his hips, the lewd sounds of your wetness mixing with your escalating moans. Your orgasm built quickly, your walls starting to flutter around his pistoning digits.

"That's it," Carl rasped, thumb flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

His words were all it took to send you careening over the edge. You came with a loud cry, body shaking and hips jerking erratically as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Carl didn't stop, fucking you through it with those relentless fingers until you were boneless and gasping.

When you finally came down, Carl was watching you with a look of pure male satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste your essence. His low moan sent a fresh shiver down your spine.

"You taste fucking incredible," he said hoarsely, licking his lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."

A fresh rush of arousal flooded your core at his words, but Carl wasn't done proving his point. In one smooth motion, he undid his own pants and shoved them down just enough to free his straining erection.

You widened your eyes at the impressive sight. Large and thick, flushed red and leaking pre-cum from the tip. Carl caught your gaze and smirked knowingly before lining himself up with your entrance.

"Brace yourself," he said warningsly. Then he thrust forward in one powerful surge of his hips.

You both groaned as he filled you completely, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick length. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden fullness. When you nodded that you were ready, he pulled out slowly before snapping back inside.

The table rattled with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small cabin. Carl gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, using his hold to pull you into every snap of his hips. You clutched at his shoulders for dear life, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Fuck," Carl grunted above you, sweat beading on his forehead. "So goddamn tight. Feels like you were made for me."

"Just like that," you gasped out, nails digging into his back. "Don't stop."

Carl responded by angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. Your head thrashed against the table as your pleasure built again rapidly, so intense it bordered on painful.

"So close," you panted, feeling the telltale tightening in your lower belly. "Gonna come again."

"Yes," Carl hissed through clenched teeth, gripping your hips harder as his thrusts turned erratic. "Do it. Come on my cock like a good girl."

His dirty words pushed you over, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You screamed your release, vision whiting out as ecstasy consumed you. Distantly, you felt Carl's rhythm falter before he was coming too, spurting hot and deep inside you with a hoarse shout.

He collapsed on top of you after, both of you sweaty and panting, still intimately joined. For a few moments, there was only the sound of your breathing evening out as you came down from your highs.

Then Carl pulled back slightly to look at you, a lazy smirk on his face. "So," he said, brushing damp hair from your forehead. "That was... something else."

You huffed a laugh, still floating in the afterglow. "Definitely something else."

He kissed you then, sweet and slow, all traces of the earlier animosity gone. There was just this new connection between you now, electric and thrilling and oh-so-right.

When he finally pulled away, he nuzzled into your neck with a contented sigh. "We should probably get dressed before someone comes looking for us."

You made a noise of agreement but didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of him still half-hard inside you. In this moment, everything else could wait - the walkers outside, the prison, all of it. Right now, it was just you and Carl, finally giving in to what they both wanted.

And you knew, without a doubt, it was only the beginning.

@hiro--aoki @carlsangel @acid9786 @bethberry

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ wild at heart ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ rick grimes x greene!reader headcanons

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ as the middle greene sister, you possessed the fierce loyalty of maggie, the eldest, tempered by the gentle quietude of beth, the youngest. the bond between the greene sisters was as thick as the bark of an oak tree, strong and enduring. though you welcomed a few close friends into your life, it was in the company of maggie and beth that you discovered solace and understanding, a sanctuary from the world. you and beth being the daughters of your father’s second wife made no difference to maggie, all that mattered was that you were flesh and blood, a greene.

╰┈➤ when the outbreak began, your world unraveled. acquaintances and friends went missing or left the georgia countryside, resources were scarce and so your focus on your education was abandoned for the sake of your family, you could not leave your father’s farm, it wasn’t safe, despite your father’s belief in that a cure could be found. your days were spent hauling haystacks and knelt over the rich soil, your skin burning beneath the scorching rays of the sun.

╰┈➤ it had been a peaceful morning when he arrived, a man stained in his dying son’s blood and blue eyes clouded with terror. you were drinking chamomile tea on the porch with maggie when your brother-in-law, otis, came rushing, gasping for air, yelling that a boy had been accidentally shot in the chest and needed medical treatment. maggie would go find your father, you would go help the man with his son. he said nothing then as you took the pallid boy in your arms, you would briefly look into the eyes of the man. his gaze and the distress etched onto his white face told of the love he bore for his young son.

╰┈➤ you would not learn his name until later that night, the man was rick grimes, once a sheriff from a nearby county. in the spare room where the boy had been laid for your father to deal with the bullet shards in his chest, rick had been sat by his son’s side since he arrived. with his head hung low and skin drained dry of color, he would speak to you as you inserted the needle into the crook of his elbow for the blood transfusion. “when will your father begin with the operation?” rick slurred out. he had given far more than the safe amount of blood, you would not answer his question concerning the procedure as you were unsure and didn’t want to worry him any further, but you would warn him about the danger of donating more blood. as weak as he was, rick shook his head and stuck his arm out for the next transfusion, stating that carl was his son, his life was worth little without his family.

╰┈➤ when shane broke the news that otis was mauled by walkers on the mission to retrieve the necessary supplies to save carl’s life, you broke down in tears. maggie was left distraught and left the farmhouse to grieve on the porch, beth locked herself in her bedroom and wept all night, you would go on to assist in the bullet fragment removal in spite of your anguish, you had responsibilities that could not be forgotten in the name of misery. rick would come find you after the operation had been completed successfully, “i’m sorry about otis, he was a good man.” the grave weight of his tone left no doubt of his sincerity. you thanked him for kindness and expressed that you were simply grateful otis had not died in vain, but to save a child’s life.

╰┈➤ life returned to its more mundane state, only it was not only her family present, but rick grimes and the entirety of his group, living half a mile or so from the family farm. you had met some of them, but it was rick grimes who caught your interest. he was a true southern man, family-oriented and self-righteous in his beliefs, but you didn’t find that to be an unappealing characteristic. you were coming to realize that in dire times such as these, honor was something humanity desperately needed to cling onto.

╰┈➤ maggie knew you as if you were the palm of her hand, she would tease you endlessly for your little crush on the former sheriff. flustered, you would retort by bringing up her growing relationship with glenn rhee, to which maggie would toss an apple at you for your mockery. you were somewhat ashamed and tried your best to keep your affection for rick buried in your heart, as not only was he two decades your senior, but he was married to a woman named lori and had a young child. though there were times when you questioned how happy his relationship with his wife was, but you figured it was your fascination with him that clouded your judgment.

╰┈➤ you tried your best to push aside your feelings for rick, but days turned into weeks, and your sentiments toward him only became more serious. you were shy around him, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor which was lively and friendly. rick would go on to jest, saying, “you’re as quiet as a damn mouse.” the mirth in his eyes meant he was only joking, but your father would overhear this conversation in passing. when rick left to go deal with personal matters, your father would stop you, warning you that you should stay away from rick grimes. when you argued that he was a good man and your relationship with him was innocuous, your father shook his head, telling you they would have to leave sooner or later, he was responsible for his family, not for these strangers who indulged in their strained resources. you would accuse your father of being inhumane, of essentially sending them away to die, and would refuse to speak to him the rest of the day.

╰┈➤ you would come to find out that because of a botched plan to secretly meet between maggie and glenn your father’s secret barn harboring walkers was discovered by rick and his group. rick’s so-called best friend, shane, demanded with a great deal of aggression that all the walkers be slaughtered for everyone’s safety, but these were your friends and family. your father had explained these people were merely ailing, and that once he found a way to treat them, they would return to their previous state, a notion you were becoming to doubt. yet, you still held to a sliver of hope that your mother and your brother could be saved. rick came to confront you about this revelation when you were returning from the chicken coop, “you knew the entire time? and you didn’t say anything?” the question angered you, and for the first time since he had arrived, you were not so enamored by his charm. you answered that your father knew his best how to handle his affairs and went about your daily routine of chores, but you would be distracted as you picked root vegetables and swept the kitchen floor.

╰┈➤ it was the next morning you woke to the sound of gunfire and wailing, terrified, you hastily pull on your leather boots and head outside to find your father’s barn full of walkers, its old wood tattered by bullets and the rotten corpses of family and friends left on the gritty dirt. shane walsh had decided to take matters into his own hands and kill every walker in the barn. you collapsed seeing beth cradling your mother’s barely recognizable corpse. rick would rush to get you to your feet, trying desperately to reassure you, but you pushed him aside and crawled to your sister’s side. when your mother’s corpse began to twitch and her jaw hung open, growling, she reached out to grip beth with thin claws, rick would raise his pistol and shoot her in the head. you then came to grasp what a walker truly was, they were not alive nor sick, that creature who attempted to kill your sister was not your mother, your mother was dead, your brother was dead, the corpses you saw were a monstrous husk of what your loved ones once were.

╰┈➤ your father would disappear from the farm, presumably to return to alcohol to cope, and beth was left in a catatonic state. you stayed in the farmhouse, isolating yourself as you tried to come to terms with what had occurred. it was later that evening when there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door, you were surprised to open it and reveal a rather fatigued rick grimes, standing there with a furrowed brow and a slight frown. he asked if he could come inside and you let him in. you donned only a lace nightgown that fell right below your knee and your long hair was worn loose, tumbling about your shoulders. “i wanted to say how sorry i am for what went down today. i might have been wary about the barn situation, but what shane did… that was no way to handle this.” you were silent for a minute, then told him that he was right about the walkers, they weren’t sick, they weren’t alive, and you couldn’t comprehend how her father didn’t know that. you questioned if he was perhaps in denial, unable to deal with his wife and son’s passing. rick was uncertain himself, but assured you that regardless of any mistakes your father made, he loved you and your sisters dearly. with tears welling in your eyes, rick would instinctively pull you in for an embrace in an attempt to console you, an act that was unexpected, but not unwelcome by any means.

╰┈➤ when he pulled away, you bid him farewell and wished him a good night, kissing him lightly on the cheek before he left. he smiled at you, “i’ll have your father back at home before dawn.” his gaze lingering on you before he headed for the doorway. maggie happened to come to check on you as rick left, he acknowledged her with a nod and headed for the staircase. your sister cast you a harsh glare, saying while she trusted you and rick, you should be cautious in such treacherous times, that others might not see their relationship as so innocent, especially his wife. you didn’t say anything, maggie gave you one last bit of advice before leaving, “don’t let a married man in your room at night.”

a/n: i apologize if this was a little light on the romance, however if you guys to do wish to see multiple parts i promise there would definitely be more between rick and the greene sister! let me know if you want to see a certain era such as the prison arc or alexandria arc, i chose the greene farm for the setting as season two is my personal favorite from the walking dead. i also write for many other the walking dead characters so be sure to check out my masterlist and let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[sluttyhenley]

THE WALKING DEAD "Alone" | "The Next World"

[uhhhj13iguess]

rick sanchez x reader blurb (gn)

okay i fear i've rewatched rick and morty like five times now and I've gotten a little too into rick sanchez fics. sue me.

this isn't written out in a full-on story format, it's too humbling to write a fully-fledged story with proper grammar and plot development about fucking rick and morty, okay, so you get bullet point blurbs

summary: you're a family friend and space beth brings you home for the holidays. you've heard across the multiverse about the asshole known as rick sanchez, but for some reason he's... different with you?

wc: ~1.6k

masterlist

✮ you're beth's best friend from high school, a version of them anyway, and one day while out exploring, space beth stumbles upon you, and the two of you grab a drink or fourteen

✮ you and space beth go on a bunch of adventures and you end up learning a lot from her, both about the universe and tech. you partner up for a lot of missions against the federation (definitely has a bit of a rick and birdperson sort of vibe to it)

✮ anyways, she brings you home for the holidays to stay with the smiths, and everyone falls in love with you, especially domestic beth (obviously). the kids love you, and you guys spend the whole day hanging out, playing games, and sharing stories

✮ you've heard a lot about rick from beth, and honestly from a lot of people around the universe, but you get an earful once you're in the smith house. you gather upon his 'i'm god' mentality and notice it in the few times you see him around the house during the day. conclusion: rick is an asshole, just stay clear of his path. but something about him piqued your interest. after all, someone who referred to themselves as the 'smartest man in the multiverse' had to be quite the character

✮ eventually, the night turns to early morning and you're all pretty drunk, so everyone starts to part ways to bed. you start to curl up on the couch when beth speaks your name, pulling you out of your haze. she offers you rick's room with a shrug, "it isn't much more comfortable than the couch, but at least you'll have a door. plus, he'll be in the garage all night anyway"

✮ you slur out a thousand thank yous, stumbling down the hallway towards the door she was leading you to. the room wasn't much bigger than a closet and tucked against the wall seemed to be nothing more than a military cot. you smirked as you took in your surroundings, quite the palace for the smartest man alive

✮ basically, you pass out pretty instantly. while all this is going on, rick is tinkering away in the garage, trying to busy his mind. he furrows his brows as his rough hands work anxiously with the metal in front of him, and memories of earlier in the day flash through his drunken thoughts. he took another swig of his flask as he recalled when he first saw you, playing downbeat with the family. your laugh had been the most innocent sound he had heard in decades, and something about you made his chest feel weird. he immediately pulled morty away without an acknowledgment towards you, hearing beth sound a 'that's dad' as he portaled out of the room

✮ anyways, rick gets an alert that someone's entered his room and he flips to his surveillance to see beth offering you his bed, a smile plastered on your face. his lips almost curl in the same fashion. almost. instead, he lets out a belch and swigs his flask again, turning back to his work. he notes how you quickly fall asleep and he lets you be for a while, continuing whatever the hell he's up to

✮ he eventually needs to get a tool from his room and he grumbles as he makes his way into the house, not understanding why he was feeling so hesitant about waking you. he didn't let anyone in his room, let alone strangers. he hadn't even talked to you yet, what about you had him so pussywhipped?

✮ so he opens the door, seeing you asleep soundly on his bed. again, part of him almost wants to smile. what the fuck

✮ he turns the light on and stares at you. he hates people in his personal space. he should be angry. but instead, he's... curious? to have you in here? he lets out a belch, "w-what are you d -bleeuuughgghhh- doing in here," you startle upwards. your eyes go wide at the sight of him and you start to trip over your words, definitely still tipsy

✮ "oh my god, i'm so sorry! i just, beth let me crash in here and said you'd be in the garage, and i know you have a thing about your personal space but she said you'd be in the garage all night so i just didn't think about it. I'm sorry, let me grab my shit and I'll go back to the couch, i'm-" "no, its fi -bleuuehghghh- ine."

✮ a beat of silence passes and you're so confused. "i just n-needed a tool, I'll be in and, in and out", and then he's gone. and he... turned the light off and shut the door on his way out? this didn't seem like the rick that had been described to you

✮ but you brush it off and go back to bed. and the next day, you carry on with your activities until you're met with the sound of rick storming into the house and yelling with a bad taste in his mouth. "what the fuck morty? wh-wh-what are you doing in my room? what the -bleuugghghh- actual fuck do you think you're doing?" "oh jeez rick, I was, i-i-i was just trying to g-grab that thing y-you were asking for. i thought I saw it in-" "ge- get the fuck out, morty. you know how i -bleeuugughh- feel about people in my s-shit"

✮ and suddenly, you can't brush it off as easily. why didn't he yell at you like that?

✮ time goes on and everyone is definitely starting to pick up on how rick is acting towards you. and just like rick, they're all confused as fuck. no one's ever seen him be so weird or so... passive with someone. nothing specific happens for a couple days, but anytime you cross paths, the vibes are WILD and everyone knows it

✮ on christmas eve, beth makes a huge dinner for everyone and you're helping set the table, and eventually she just looks at you with such a sigh and goes "okay, i have a favor to ask. i need you to go ask rick to come out for dinner," and you go to protest and be like ?? why me?? but she cuts you off and goes "listen, I don't know what the fuck his deal is right now, but I think you're most likely to survive asking him to participate in a family activity"

✮ so you make your way to the door leading out to the garage and knock hesitantly, letting out a soft, "uh, rick?"

✮ there's a beat of silence as you hear mechanics stop whirring, and you go to walk away before you're burned at the stake for interrupting him when you hear him quietly: "garage, disen- bleughgh- disengage 'family time' protocol." you step back as you hear a lot of shit being deactivated, like, an impressive amount considering a simple deadbolt would've sufficed, and eventually you hear said deadbolt being unlatched followed with a faint "come in"

✮ you walk in slowly with a light "hey", earning a grunt in response as he continues to fidget with whatever gadget he is working on this time. you walk over to his workbench and begin to let him know about dinner and how beth really wants him out there. "I think I can guess the answer already, sorry to bug you too much rick, beth just would've killed me if I didn't ask," you let out with a soft chuckle

✮ a moment passes and he's so lost in thought, and not that you could read him before, but right now you definitely can't. so you offer him a smile and go to push yourself off of where you'd leaned up against the counter before you hear him speak, "c-could you hand me that -blleugeghhgh- screwdriver over there?"

✮ "oh my god yeah, o-of course, yeah," you grab the one rick's pointing at and turn to hand it to him, and as he reaches for it from you, your fingers graze each other for what feels like a lifetime. butterflies absolutely flood your stomach and overpower your senses. you let go quickly, trying to get ahold of yourself because this is fucking rick sanchez, he isn't going to give the time of day to whatever little crush you're developing

✮ the second your hands touched, rick also got a rush of butterflies. he of course wouldn't ever refer to them as that, but his heart sped up and his mouth went dry in an instant. he hadn't felt this feeling in... jesus, like 40 years? fuck. he needed to get a grip on himself. seriously, what is his problem? you've been around him for all of three days and he's acting like a teenager experiencing his first hard-on. jesus, rick, get your act together. what the fuck is your problem?

✮ you pull back and he averts his gaze from you, turning back to his work. he clears his throat and mutters a soft 'thank you'. you're immediately bashful, smiling at him and turning to head out of the garage. just before you're fully out, you hear him speak up, "I'll b-be out in a minute"

✮ and you smile. beth was right. for some godforsaken reason, you got him to join christmas eve dinner. you exit the garage, almost running into morty and summer who's jaws are nearly on the fucking ground. you hadn't closed the door behind you as you went in, and they watched the entire scene unfold before them. morty's eyebrows contort into confusion, "what the fuck?"

i fear i have so many more thoughts and ideas so lmk if you want more because I am a deviant and a freak, thanks

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

ik this isn't new or anything but the fact that aside from morty, the whole smith/sanchez house is canonically queer is so freaking cool! seriously how did this show amass so many anti sjw reddit ass men as a fanbase when 80% of the main characters are queer? i think summer got a female love interest in 2019 and beth's whole sapphic horse girl thing happened last season, but jerry and rick have been canon since season 2.

like idk im just saying this show is awfully gay and has been for a while. i genuinely don't get it when i see people bitching about rick and morty going woke or whatever.

i don't have anything like intellectual to say about the representation or queer themes in the show, it just makes me happy. having a family sitcom where the family is a fruit basket with one token straight isn't exactly a common occurrence, and it just so happens that's what my family's like. shoutout to morty and my mother, we love our allies

season 7 spoilers

YESSSSSS summer gf arc?

anyways i doubt she's coming back i just think it'd be pretty sick and dope if she did

[blackcatgreengrape]

me when rick sanchez

[ancestralpinkie]

I've been planning a kind of fanfic about Rick Sanchez for a long time, but I need opinions.

Do you think Rick could fall in love with someone else again, despite what he went through with Diane?

If you answer me with your fundamentals or simply a yes or no, I would appreciate it. 😩

[t0rturedangel]

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐂-𝟏𝟑𝟕 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳; 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐎-𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 / 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘹𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 / 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬…

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦-𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴��𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦)

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮', 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳- 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥���𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝘢 17 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

› 〉OTHER CHARACTERS THAT HAVE NOT BEEN MENTIONED HERE CAN ALSO BE REQUESTED

[wrathfulmercy]

❛  what if anyone finds out about us ?  ❜

Forbidden love sentence starters from here @thesongbiird

Rick had always been scared of that possibility but of course it was reasonable for her to ask it anyways. What he usually shoved away to enjoy their time, was something that must have been present in her mind whenever she had a second with clear thoughts and not an orgasm ruining her brain. “Then I’ll protect you.” he hushed as if it was just a simple thing to say when in reality this could be harder than that.

Softly he kept caressing her hair, kept running his fingertips along her face while she looked at him those big questioning eyes, but all Rick could do in return was smile at her and lean in to place a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll not let anything happen to you Beth. When it comes out we talk about it and you decide where you want this to go, alright?” He said it with such a calm confident voice that he was nearly able to believe himself but would he really be able to react that way when it happened? They probably would see then.

[lovesickwounds]

MAIN MASTERLIST ⋆♆.˚

𓊝 PERCY JACKSON

𓊝 LUKE CASTELLAN

𓊝 NICO DI ANGELO

𓊝 ANNABETH CHASE

𓊝 GROVER UNDERWOOD

𓊝 CARL GRIMES

𓊝 RON ANDERSON

𓊝 ENID

𓊝 GLENN RHEE

𓊝 BETH GREENE

𓊝 MAGGIE GREENE/RHEE

𓊝 DARYL DIXON

𓊝 RICK GRIMES

𓊝 BRUCE WAYNE

— spoiled

𓊝 DICK GRAYSON

𓊝 JASON TODD

— pleading

𓊝 TIM DRAKE

𓊝 DAMIAN WAYNE

— sound of music

𓊝 STEPHANIE BROWN

𓊝 CASSANDRA CAIN

𓊝 CLARK KENT

𓊝 JONATHAN KENT

𓊝 TODD ANDERSON

𓊝 CHARLIE DALTON

𓊝 STEPHEN MEEKS

𓊝 GERARD PITTS

𓊝 NEIL PERRY

𓊝 KNOX OVERSTREET

𓊝 REMUS LUPIN

𓊝 SIRIUS BLACK

𓊝 JAMES POTTER

𓊝 REGULUS BLACK

𓊝 LILY EVANS

𓊝 HARRY POTTER

𓊝 RON WEASLEY

𓊝 HERMIONE GRANGER

𓊝 GEORGE WEASLEY

𓊝 FRED WEASLEY

𓊝 SEAMUS FINNIGAN



𓊝 NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

(this is “the lost boys” by the way!!)

𓊝 PAUL

𓊝 MARKO

𓊝 DAVID

𓊝 DWAYNE

𓊝 SAM EMERSON

𓊝 MICHAEL EMERSON

𓊝 STAR

any other miscellaneous ones will be added here!! (or given their own spot lol, only added if i do so few characters from something)

𓊝 MITCH KRAMER

𓊝 RANDALL ‘PINK’ FLOYD

[h4unted-d4rling]

I wanna be saaaaaaaved !!!!!!

[bbearthyy]

Masterlist

Started: 1/24/2025

Last Updated: 2/12/2025

Total Works: 16

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The Walking Dead

Blurbs -

two? sentences of filth (C.G.)

Series -

Carl Grimes

She Was All Yellow

Possible Dad!Carl Fic?

Imagines -

Glenn Rhee

he gives what he can

Daryl Dixon

Just Plain Dumb

Everyone

B!TCH I'M A MOTHER

Carl Grimes

Pancakes & Panic Attacks

Submitted To You

Smut -

Carl Grimes

Teach Him

Miscellaneous -

Everyone

headcannons of TWD characters

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Outer Banks

Blurbs -

JJ Maybank

cocoa butter kisses

Series -

JJ Maybank

He's Just A Baby: Pt. 1 & Pt. 2

Smut -

JJ Maybank

getting pegged

sharing you (JJ & John B)

JJ Maybank is a Mama's Boy

John B Routledge

sharing you (JJ & John B)

Dad(dy) John B

Everyone

Pogues Share Everything (no x reader)

Pope Heyward

Stop Pouting

Miscellaneous -

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