#Rick x y/n

[dolcettamagica]

being rick’s doll

@thatg8rl

[dollyfl1rt]

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut (fingering), dad’s bestfriend au rick, no outbreak

your dad had sent you with his bestfriend to get a list of groceries and other things. you were currently sitting passenger side of the old rustic truck, looking out of the window as the town seemed to fly by.

you looked over to the man driving as all the dirty thoughts you’d had resurfaced in your head. the two of you had had some pretty close calls over these last few months. things like, makeout sessions and groping.

all of which your parents were oblivious of.

after almost getting caught the last time and not doing anything since, to say you were acting out would be an understatement. you propped your feet up on the dashboard knowing how much rick loves his truck. he glanced over at you after not saying anything to you the whole car ride.

“get your feet off the dash” he said swatting your feet away, to which you giggled “or what? gonna tell your bestfriend I’m acting out because i can’t have your dick in me? i don’t think that’ll go over well”.

you were practically begging to be put in your place at this point. the ex police officer next to you waited till you turned to look out the window before he grabbed both of your ankles in one of his hands since he was still driving.

you looked over shocked, half expecting him not to do anything. boy were you wrong. he then gapped your thighs as his rough callous hands pulled your light pink lace panties down. “you wanna act like a fuckin’ slut, i’m gonna treat you like one” was all he said before quickly rubbing your clit.

you bit your lip releasing a soft huff. “that what you wanted? huh?” the man questioned in a pissed off tone feeling you getting warmer. with this sign he then stuck two fingers into you “ngh” you whined grabbing onto his forearm. the sight of the truck making its way down the street was innocent to outsiders. ricks head was forward looking at the road as he finger fucked you quickly.

“you’re a goddamn brat, you know that?” he asked picking up his pace causing you to squirt. “please..im sorry, people can see us” you begged trying to close your legs suddenly embarrassed that people might see the scene taking place in the vehicle. “you wanted me,right?”

he felt how tight you were wrapped around him hinting you were almost at your breaking point. he couldn’t care who seen. rick made that obvious by finishing you off as you orgasmed on his digits to which he removed them out of you and licked them clean.

“be careful what you wish for baby” the man told glancing over at your fucked out state.

[taylormarieee]

Not so tough now huh? CRM!Rick

A/N: ok so I watched the first episode and I just felt the urge to write for him immediately. I couldn't resist... so here you sluts go! enjoy and happy reading!<33 This is also based on this moodboard made by the lovely @angelicalhqrt

Summary: You were tough but Rick was tougher and afterall, you were still just a horny girl...

Word count:2.0k

Pairing: crm!rick x fem!fighter!reader

Warnings: smut~fighting~sexual tension~readers tough but Ricks tougher~horny thoughts~lots of yearning and physical touch~PiV sex~unprotected sex~(wrap it b4 you tap it)~slight age gap { readers in her early 30s and Rick is mid 40s}

You and Rick didn't get along. Well, you guys got along but you didn't at the same time if that makes any sense at all.

You both couldn't stand each other yet always found yourselves around each other. It's like you were constantly drawn to him and as he was to you.

It seemed as if you guys had this mutual respect to leave each other alone but in this line of work, you guys were always around one another.

Especially now that Okafor has asked you and Rick to work together to re-shape the CRM. He wants the A's to be able to lead the CRM and change the way they do things. Lead the B's to stop being so scared.

Of course Rick was against it and was very confused. "I don't give a shit about this A's and B's shit Okafor. I'm not livin' here! I'm not happy here, I'm certainly not going to give my life for a place I can't leave. For a place and their bullshit secrets." He protests.

"Rick. You think you have a choice? Now that you joined and are no longer a consignee, I need you. You will do this because you shouldn't even be alive with how many times you've tried to escape. You and bullet over here are special assets to this plan and whether you like it or not, your doing this."

Bullet was the nickname he gave you because you shot at him and grazed his forehead after he tried to rescue you. You needed to get back to your sister, you didn't want to be taken by a strange man and taken to a strange secret city that no one knows about.

"Rick. Just stop fighting it. I learned to stop fighting it long time ago. We've been here for six years. It's time to let go. Whoever your trying to get to just forget it. There alive but in here we can die at the snap of Beales fingers. So please..." You plead looking at him with a stone cold face but a hint of sympathy and concern.

"Whatever." He says gruffly before listening to the rest of what Okafor was saying.

The next day you and Rick and all the other soldiers are training. Obviously yet again, you get partnered with Rick. Your spinning your knife in your hand as you look at him with a slight smirk on your face.

You lunged at him and he blocked it and when you tried again he turned you around and had his arm around your neck and your back to his chest. You feel his warm breath on your cheek.

Your wiggling against him and he grunts in your ear. You try to pry his hand off your neck and flip him over and down to the ground but it was true, he was tougher and much stronger than you.

He pushes you and lets you go. you stumble but turn around standing your ground and facing him with your knife in hand and fists up. You lunge back at him and cut his hand, the one that's still attached of course.

He groans and holds his wrist. "Fuck." He yells out and you smirk at him. "Wouldn't fighting be much easier if you didn't cut off your hand Mr. Grimes?" You say with a slight chuckle.

He quickly turns back and the punches you in your face. You stumble back and wipe the blood that's made its way to your lip.

"Wow. That was a hell of a good punch Grimes." You say smirking and licking your lips. "Thanks bullet." He says smirking at you with his signature look.

You roll your eyes and punch his chest and he tries to hit you again but your duck and serve him a nice right hook. He stumbles back and when you try to punch his face again he grabs your right fist and slowly brings it down twisting it and hurting your wrist.

When you try the other hand to catch him off guard he dodges it and knees you in your stomach before punching your ribs.

You cry out and he lets go of your hand as you grab at your side and stomach. You glare at him from your hunched over position and then you swiftly get down and swipe your leg under his making fall.

You get on top of him and punch him in the face. You see his nose bleeding and his cheek is starting to bruise. You punch once more before a guard yells at you enough.

You get off Rick and look around at everyone looking at you before you look back at Rick on the floor and you scoff before walking away and slamming the door as you walk out.

You take the wrappings aggressively off your hands as you walk to your room. 'At least you had rooms and comfy beds here', you thought.

Where you came from you had to make do with dusty comforters and blankets on the cold, hard floor of an old abandoned building.

At least you had your sister, now you have no clue where she is... Broken out of your thoughts you hear a knock on the door.

You ignore it the first time quietly muttering a go away. When the knocks happen again you groan and get up.

As you open the door your met with Rick pushing past you and rushing into your room.

He's got a patch on his eyebrow to close up his wound with the stitches and his cheekbone is now bruised a darker color then before. Even his hand is all bandaged up.

"What the hell was that huh? Why'd ya go all psyco on me? What did I do to you huh?" He says pacing the room as he thrashes his hands around.

"I did it... because I wanted to." You whisper as you step closer to him with a neutral look on your face. You were unfazed by his act at trying to intimidate you.

"Oh really huh?" He asks stepping real close to you. Suddenly you really notice how dark his eyes are.

Even in this piss poor lighting. He looked looming and scary. Your facade falters immediately as he backs you up against the door.

The tension in the room changing slightly from anger to something more intimate...more primal. It excited you yet scared you.

You really didn't know Rick like that at all. You don't know how crazy he is- I mean besides the fact he cut off his own hand.

Your thoughts began to drift at how he looks. His brown curls framing his face perfectly, his beard full, nice and clean with greys decorating it.

You looked at the outfit he was wearing. A tight black shirt that hugged his body in all the right places with black cargo pants.

He looked...hot. Intimidating.Sexy. Dominant...I mean there were many words to describe Rick. He brought something out of you that you didn't like. He made you excited and wet at the slightest touch.

This interaction bringing back memories to 3 days ago.

{Flashback}

"Rick! Wait up!" You call out to him.

He was walking down the street in his combat outfit.

"Wassup bullet?" He asked with that look in his eyes. 'God that look does things to me,' you thought.

He looked like he wanted to throw you against the wall and eat you.

"I-I wanted to say good luck out there. Okafor can be pushing and hard to deal with." You say with a closed lip smile.

He nods and looks you up and down before speaking, "Thanks for the luck. I assumed i'll be needin' it. Especially by you." He says smirking at you.

That's the moment you knew that he knew, that he knows he makes you nervous. He would make any girl nervous. Eyelashes fluttering at the sound of his rough southern drawl. Sounding all sexy and wise.

That deep voice and pretty smirk on his face. The way his eyes will trace your body and your face as if he's remembering every tiny detail about you like a robot.

You swallow hard and you swear he could hear your heart rapidly beating, 'God girl get it together!' You immediately nodded your head before walking off and leaving him to stand there.

He watched as you walked away all flustered and cute. He chuckled to himself as you looked back and watched him walk away now.

{end of flashback}

You look up at him as he looks down at you with a smirk. His head tilted slightly to the side.

"Whatcha thinking about sweetheart?" He asks with a smirk. You roll your eyes and scoff trying to act tough.

"Nothing Rick. Get out." You demanded as you pushed past him walking towards your bed.

You didn't notice he was silently following you and he ended up behind you with his crotch to your ass and his hands on your hips.

"Why don't you stop this tough act baby and lemme take you right here hmm mama? Would you like that instead? Fuck that attitude right outta ya?" He says in a low seductive voice.

Shivers ran down your back as he said that. His words repeating like a mantra in your head over and over again. You wanted so badly for him to take you right here.

"fuck, yea I want that real bad." You mutter and he smirks as he starts kissing your neck and behind you ear. He slides his pants down and rips his cock free from the bondage of his boxers.

He removes your pants leaving you in your panties. When he slowly removes your panties they reveal your soaked cunt.

"Fuck mama, your soaked." He says with a chuckle. You whimper and grind against him. "Please Rick...I need you i-inside." You whine.

He chuckles and without warning slides in. As much as he wants to tease you, he doesn't have the patience tonight. Maybe next time..

Just thinking about being able to fuck you like this again, his hips roughly thrusting into you as your eyes roll to the back of your head or cross at your nose made his cock twitch.

Just looking at your body exposed and vulnerable to him made his cock jump with excitement to be buried so deep inside you. He kissed and sucked at yor neck leaving hickies people will surely be asking about later.

He was proud to mark you up as his. You cry out and scream out as his cock brushes your cervix just right. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that had you shaking intensely when your orgasm rolled around.

"fuck Rick! I-I'm gonna c-cum Rick! Oh shit, please lemme cum!" You beg. He looked at you and pouted.

"You wanna cum babygirl? Hmm?" He asks tauntingly. You quickly shake your head yes as he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "Words baby. I need words." He said moving his hand up your chest slowly to lightly grip your throat.

You moan out as you grab his arm and your eyes roll back before you mutter out a little, "Yes Rick! I'm gonna cum, please?" You beg again hoping he has mercy on you.

"I'll allow you to cum but next time I won't be so nice babygirl." He says before thrusting into you with such force it makes your headboard thump against the wall.

You didn't want a noise complaint but the way your oragsm ripped through you, you honestly couldn't care.

"oh fuck!" Rick grunts out before he quickly pulls out and jerks off. You quickly scoot down and open your mouth for him to cum all on your face and tongue. You moan in pleasure as his warm seed spills all on your face.

When you swallow the amount that went into your mouth, you smile at him before licking the rest of by using your finger to apply it in your mouth.

He groans at the sight and he lifts you up placing you neatly and softly on your bed. Your so drunk off his cock that when he goes to try and get a warm cloth for you you grab his arm stopping him.

"Please stay with me. I don't wanna be alone... not tonight." You whisper. He smiles and nods before crawling his way into bed with you rubbing soft circles on your waist as you drift of to sleep.

Taglist: @dustbunniess @dollyfl1rt @rickswh0r3 @sinsandsweetness @justjasminne @itzdarling @versatilehater @aerangi @2svnder @keiva1000 @prettyluhdavis@hutchersonsgurl @grimesuniversexx @liliesdiary @writella

[sinsandsweetness]

cw- smutty stuff, free use concept but very much consensual (Rick x reader mostly but all of the boys x reader mentioned too)

note- small blurb that’s totally not proofread, and will probably edit at another time. haven’t written in a few weeks so feeling rusty… feedback is apreciated or just general commentary ofc. have been in a really lovey, gentle, sweet smut mood lately so this is what ur getting sorry. don’t know why I’m so obsessed with reader being a form of escape but… ya. enjoy:)

Been having the filthiest thoughts about being the community free use slut. Everyone using you to relieve some stress. Yes, you read that right; everyone. You’re their perfect little plaything that will never say no. That just gets on her knees and takes it. No matter when or where.

It starts way at the beginning, with Shane and Daryl and Merle. Them taking turns dragging you to their tents, late at night when everyone else is asleep. Sometimes it’s just one of them, but other times they share. Take you at the same time and fill as many holes as they can. Leave you with the faintest blue and purple marks scattered all over your neck for the rest of the group to squint at in the morning. To gossip and whisper about over breakfast. Your berry stained lips and innocent eyes reminding them all of a pretty little doll they seem to treat you like.

And then you get to the prison, where things are tense, and discover that your… well, intimate service are needed more than ever. Acting as the only acceptable vice for the group to take their frustrations out on, in what you would describe as a relatively healthy way. At least considering the alternative. So while Rick is losing his mind and you’re already sharing a cell, he decides to try what a few of his friends have been doing right from the start. Using your pretty mouth as the escape they claim that works so well.

And he’s pleasantly surprised at the fact you’re more than willing. To let him urge you into the cell way before the sun has set. To let him drag you down to his bunk in the middle of the night where he doesn’t waste any time peeling your sleep shorts off in a mess of tangled sheets and blankets. And the whole time he’s with you, your lips burn hot as they trail down his neck and nip at newly sunburnt skin. You kiss him without thinking and your tongue tastes like toothpaste and bad decisions as it traces over his own and your hands seem to know the exact spots that have him pushing his jeans down to his ankles in almost shameful, record breaking time. But he doesn’t seem to mind because most importantly, having you right beneath him in the dim lit concrete cell, means that his mind, even just momentarily, is finally blank. For a few minutes, as long as you keep bringing your lips back to meet his, he has nothing to worry about. No crying newborn baby, no walkers, no fast spreading diseases or quarantines or mysterious unsolved murders. Nothing. Well, except the volume at which your pretty little moans are crawling their way up your chest and taunting your next door cell mates.

It’s when he finally has your legs wrapped around his waist and you’re so fucking warm and holy shit you’re wet, and your hands won’t leave his shoulders and your nails are scratching and raking down his back in the most pleasurable burn he could ever imagine… that, that is when it comes to him. When he finally fucking get’s it.

He understands exactly why every time it came to going on a run or splitting the group up, Daryl was always first to claim you as his partner. Why Shane was so obsessed with fixing some damn watch he found you so you could meet him out behind the barn or on the edge of the woods wearing nothing but a sundress and a smile, not a minute later then midnight. He even understood why Merle was acting uncharacteristically nicer to you than anyone else as he pouted and paced around his cell, begging for all kinds of attention but only really wanting the one. The one that was proving to be completely and irrationally addictive the more Rick thought about it. The more he focused on your skin under his hands and how sweet your voice sounded when you could no longer form a coherent sentence.

While he catches his breath, arms still wrapped around your waist, he can feel your legs trembling on either side of him as your hands continue to cup his face ever so gently. He doesn’t even open his eyes when you lean in to bite his lip and drag it out slowly before peppering sweet, meaningless kisses all down his jaw, neck and shoulders. It’s then, when your touch is making the back of his neck tingle and his breath hitch in his throat that he can’t help but feel like he’s been missing out. A whole year of this that the other guys have been experiencing? It doesn’t really seem fair. Not now that he’s had a taste. Now that he knows exactly why every man you’ve encountered since the world went to shit, has taken such an extreme and undeniable liking to you. Not now that he feels like he has to make up for lost time, pressing his forehead against yours and rocking himself back into you for the second time that night. You don’t object. You just spread your legs even further and pull at the damp curls at the base of his neck, silently urging him to keep on moving.

You don’t mind being used. Not really. It’s what you’re there for. To distract him from the horrors of the world and remind him that there’s still at least one thing worth living for. Even if it’s just a warm body in a shared bottom bunk. You’re there to ensure that the scowl lines on his face soften and his eyes close in pure, unfocused elation while he forces your hips even deeper into the mattress with involuntary moan that escapes your lips.

[grimesgirll]

rick wasn't usually impatient.

after the past few weeks though? forget about it. he wouldn't call himself impatient but proactive. you've got to be to outwit and kill cannibals and whoever else crossed your group on the road.

that's why he has you on all fours, hair in his grip, and his dick buried in your sweet pussy while you make sounds that you can only utter because you two hiked far enough away.

you grind your hips back against him as he fucks you roughly into the grass. it's all you can do to keep up with the mounting pressure that rick was only exacerbating. even more so when he huskily groans your name into your neck and wraps his hand around to play with your clit. you’re mewling and thanking god that it was just you two out there.

rick had grasped your hand and led you away on a greenbelt trail that ran nearly parallel with the group’s route. with a nod to daryl, you two were off and it wasn’t long before a detour turned into you on your knees, helping rick sort out that pent up frustration he’d been experiencing working so hard keeping everyone alive.

you were happy to let him cool off in your mouth. you knew he really needed you after he came down your throat and then got you on all fours to spear you on his dick. it was coated in that white creamy substance from the first time you squeezed around him until your legs went numb.

now, you were just along for the ride as he finished his orgasm. he’s been thinking about this for so long; there was never a good time to slip away with you until now. he missed the days of rolling around with you in bed in the early mornings and joining you in the shower. he hopes wherever he’s leading you guys has stability you all deserve.

that’s why he’s balls deep in your dripping cunt, giving you the release you deserve and relieving his own tension. had to be proactive. couldn’t succumb to stress when you were around.

[rickgrimesfever]

Sleepy Sheriff

ughhhh, was just thinking of my handsome husband, so here y'all gooooo! Just something short and sweet for my babygirl 😩

Synopsis: You wake up before your boyfriend and have a minute to admit just how handsome he really is. Set in early Alexandria.

The rays of the warm sun peek in through the silky curtains covering the window. The rays land across your face and your eyelids slowly open.

You inhale sharply, feeling relaxed for the first times in day. You glance around the bedroom, still trying to get use to your new home.

This big house all to you, Rick, Judith, and Carl. You have to learn how to live again...

You glance over at the sleeping body beside you. Rick is still asleep on his side, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist while his other arm is over his head.

His bare chest is poking out from the sheets covering the rest of his body as he's sprawled out on the bed.

Your eyes rake over his clean shaven face and his sharp jawline. The way his curly locks hang over his forehead and his pink lips are slightly parted open, soft breaths leaving.

You carefully reach your hand out and rake your fingers through his soft, clean hair. You smile at how easy your fingers glide through his locks, tucking them behind his ear.

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at Rick. Oh, how you loved him.

You loved him when he had black eyes, bruised ribs, when his face was beaten beyond recognition. You loved him when people were afraid of him and how he was acting when all he was trying to do was protect his family.

You loved him when he was protecting you from any threat or walker. You loved him when he was staring at you with those beautiful blue eyes, declaring how much he loves you and how he will always protect you.

Rick stirs in his sleep, inching closer to you and tightening his arm around your waist. You gently place your hand on his cheek, your thumb rubbing his skin ever so carefully.

He's so handsome and angelic. God, did you love Rick Grimes.

A/N: I am working on requests right now btw! <3

[boredsupergirl]

Rick Sanchez x reader smut!?

I think this is good to start lol Warnings: oral (reader receives), fingering, neck kisses, Rick being rick, smut with plot

“Let me guess…you're either going to get out of here or you're going to be in a really bad mood,” Rick snapped, with his arms crossed looking at you critically without much desire to hear your response. “What do you care what I do? I’m sick of you” You yelled, as you prepared to leave the garage with no intentions of ever going back there. “Okay!” Rick yelled, following your steps until he stopped at that garage door that always seemed to be open. “But don’t come back like you always do!” At that moment when you were outside the Smith house and you could taste the freedom you would have from now on, you stopped abruptly and simply couldn't deal with that pressure in your chest that was beginning to form because of Rick Sanchez's words that had that hidden intention behind them: to say that you have never been able to get away from him, even as many times as you wanted to. You cursed under your breath, maybe you were never going to free yourself from his clutches after all. You turned around and walked quickly until you stopped right in front of him, not wanting to enter the garage, but close enough to make him understand that he couldn't play with you. "You're the one who has never let me go!" You defended yourself, taking two steps forward, realizing that you were too close to him and looking more closely at his face that only reflected annoyance towards you. "You can't accept that you need me deep down." And those last words were devastating for you, he narrowed his eyes and made a pout of pure disgust. He hated you, he didn't even know why he kept you there and why you kept going on his adventures with Morty. He had Morty, he had to be enough and you were just a nuisance that didn't even make an effort to surprise him. With one movement he brought you into the garage, abruptly, without thinking twice. He threw some objects to the floor making you jump with the loud noise they made when they hit the ground and quickly with his hands on your hips he sat you on top of his work table. He gave you some wild kisses on your neck, whose response on your part was a strong bite on your lip in order not to release any sound response that could give away your guilty pleasure. You could see how everything fell apart when he began to nibble on your neck, releasing your first gasp. However, you didn't feel his smile, he was still upset. “Someone can see us” You murmured between your numerous gasps. “As if that ever stopped me,” he replied skillfully, throwing your underwear to the floor and inserting a finger into your entrance without any preparation. “You’re the one who needs me, bitch, not me.” Your body shook to the brutal rhythm of the speed with which he performed the action, which made it impossible for you to respond, although with your strong grip on his shoulders you hoped that he could notice a glimpse of that emotion. You thought he had let you go once he stopped, but when he pulled you off the table with one pull and you had to hold on to the table so as not to fall to the floor and give him the damn reason, you knew that this was starting. He manipulated your leg so that it rested on his shoulder and licked your folds with eagerness, while you could notice his triumphant look. He had won this time. In your stomach began that sensation that you wanted so much not to feel, but that had lodged permanently every time Rick wanted to have you. “You’re mine, you can’t leave” Rick sucked on your sex immediately after telling you that and then pulled away to seal his spot once again. “I am the one who controls, everyone, including you and your body forever”

[heartnotez]

Imagine: Reconnecting w/Rick

The Rick you’d known was abrasive, manipulative, and apathetic. He only had one goal, he had very little that had truly mattered.

Your relationship was one of chaos, of pure attraction and rampant selfishness. You both lived live to the fullest, breaking ties, making enemies and not truly trusting anyone. There was a love that you both shared that was fast and loose. The both of you could lose yourselves on benders that wouldn’t stop if it weren’t for an enemy shooting at you or the Galactic federation crashing a party.

It had ended when you’d wanted something deeper than an unrestrained affair, something deeper than partying until one of you got shot, than saving each other only to return to the same dangers. He hadn’t felt the same, clouded by his past and the inability to let go and move on. He couldn’t give you what you wanted, he wouldn’t change for anyone.

Or so you thought. It had been years since you’d seen him, his long hair now stuck out, shorter than before, the stubble on his face replaced with a clean shave, and his vest was nowhere to be found. Instead a white scientist coat replaced it, and he wore khaki pants. He looked older yes, but the bags under his eyes had disappeared, he looked good.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what he’d say, the way his face softened as he saw you. He quickly crossed the room to where you were, stopping infront of you and his hands beginning to widen for a hug. But he quickly settled his hands down.

You decide to initiate the hug, and you hear him release a breath he’d been holding into your hair and wraps a hand around you, resting his hand on your waist.

“Hi.. it’s been a while.” He says a bit awkwardly as you both step apart, the hand that had rested on your hip now held one of your hands, he softly massaged his thumb on your palm.

“You look good.” You say, giving him a gentle smile. The smile spreads to his face, and he compliments your appearance as well, “you haven’t aged at all day..”

“I uh.. went back… home I mean, to my family, or uh.. a version of them I guess, I’ve been living there for a while now.” He tells you, and the surprise on your face is palpable. “I know, I found him, Rick prime, I finally got him.” Mixed emotions churned in your stomach, but the overwhelming relief that he was okay was triumphant. You gave him a small smile, “I’m glad you’re okay, it couldn’t have been easy.”

An imperceptible look was on his face but he gave a weak smile, and continued to softly hold your hand.

“Would you want to grab a drink?”

~

ive had Rick and Morty brainrot since the new season came out, so have this imagine about Rick! Based on episode 3 of season 7 and ricks relationship with Unity! let me know if you guys would want to see more

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Rick Grimes with prompt no. 9 & 25!

.⋆｡The Cowboy Hat Rule｡⋆.

Rick Grimes x plus size reader

If you wear a cowboy’s hat, you have to ride the cowboy.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, teasing

WC: 505

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

3000 Follower Celebration

It was supposed to be a joke. You had found the pristine Stetson in the back of the outlet mall an hour from Alexandra and thought it would be the absolutely funniest thing in the world if your husband donned the cap. He already had the accent, the look and the attitude of a cowboy, so all he needed was the hat!

Rick didn’t think it was as funny as you though. As soon as the hat was placed in his weathered hands, his dark eyebrows were half-way up his forehead in disbelief. “Really?” He had said simply, his tone laced with disappointment. 

“I think I could convince you.” You purred, your hands running down his strong chest to his belt buckle. “Have you ever heard of the cowboy hat rule?”

The bed frame squeaked in time with your bounces, the sounds of your mewls and Rick’s grunts fill the sex-soaked air. Your nails dug into his hairy chest as his huge palms clamped down on your thick hips, keeping your momentum going.

Your legs trembled with the effort of riding your husband but the pleasure was too great for you to stop. “Slow down there darlin’, ya don’t want to know what happens if my hat falls off.” In a slight panic, your left hand shot up and held the brim of the Stetson, keeping it from slipping off your head. The slight change in the angle of your hips sent his thick cock even deeper inside you.

Your cunt clenched down on him so tightly that Rick hissed with pain, throwing his head back against the pillows with the overwhelming sensation. “Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He snarled through gritted teeth yet never stopped bouncing you up and down on his cock. 

“Rick!” You cried, desperately close to your end. Immediately, his calloused thumb met your overworked clit, thrumming you to a glorious orgasm that quickly consumed your already frayed nerves. As you went boneless above him, Rick began to snap his hips up at a violent pace, knocking the Stetson from your head.

“Fuck!” Quickly, he pulled out and spilled his seed on his stomach with a deep moan. You huffed out a laugh and rolled off of him, collapsing onto the hard mattress. Rick’s hand found its way to your thigh, holding you gently but not bothering to yank you any closer.

“I’ll keep the hat if we can do that again.” He said breathlessly.

“Damn right we’re keeping that hat, it’s not like you had a say in it anyway.” You yelped as suddenly, your husband was on top of you, his lean body forcing itself between your thighs, his cock hardening once more.

He kissed you, sinking his teeth into your already swollen bottom lip before pulling back. “You’re gonna regret that darlin, you were the one that let it fall.” Your eyes darted to the end of the bed, where the Stetson now lay, upside down. “Your cowboy has some work to do.” He smirked.

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[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐥' 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

miami rick x reader

✧ request: Could you please do a fic where Miami Rick is kissing Y/N’s cervix and when she tries to push him away he says “move your fucking hand” ? @lavender-bong-water hope you like it, pookie! ✧ tags: vaginal fingering, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, cervix kissing, choking, raw, cream pie, miami loves your thighs, f!reader, ofc again not beta read lol, miami being a cutie at the end, daddy kink ✧ wc: 3.1k

Miami Rick was not only a devilish troublemaker, he was a businessman. He owned multiple bars, clubs and hotels all around the galaxies, universes and realities. Even the citadel allowed him to open a club on its ground. What made it really special however was none other than you.

Back in his original universe he got to know you on miami beach, working at a bar and mixing drinks. Of course Miami was not only captivated by your figure in that snug tight bikini, the way your tits almost bounced out everytime you bent over the counter, you mixed some pretty good drinks as well. It didn’t take long for him to pursue you to work for him instead – he promised you a high pay and fun, something you would never encounter in your recent job. Curiosity bagged the cat and Miami took you to his club at the citadel.

Granted it was hard to get you some kind of working visa but thankfully the other Ricks were just as mesmerized by your body and the sweet alcoholics you ended up serving. Working there was, indeed, fun. You were a hit, Ricks loved seeing a pretty woman serve them and Miami loved making money.

And now, one year later, Miami sat at the bar of the club, toothpick between his teeth, as he stared at his pretty little barkeeper.

In the heart of the citadel's nightlife scene lies the most renowned club, pulsating with energy and allure. Amidst the thumping beats and swirling lights, there's a focal point of magnetism, embodied in the form of the barkeeper, a woman whose allure transcends mere beauty.

You moved behind the bar with an effortless grace, your every motion a symphony of confidence and allure. Your attire, a tantalizing blend of sophistication and allure, hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination to fuel the fantasies of the patrons who flock around you.

Ricks of all sorts of versions gravitate towards you like moths to a flame, their eyes fixated on her every move. Some attempt casual conversation, hoping to capture even a moment of your attention, while others simply gaze from afar, spellbound by your presence. But you navigated the attention with a practiced ease, acknowledging each admirer with a captivating smile that hints at untold secrets.

Behind your intoxicating facade lies a woman of depth and intelligence, your sharp wit matching your physical allure. You listened to the stories and desires of those who seek your company, offering a fleeting glimpse into your world with every exchange.

Yet, amidst the chaos of the club, you remained an enigma, your allure unattainable yet irresistible. For those who dare to dream, you embodied the epitome of desire, a siren luring them into a world of hedonistic pleasures.

Amidst the swirling haze of cigarette smoke and pulsating music, Miami lurked in the shadows, his eyes fixated on you with an intensity that borders on obsession. With a toothpick clutched between his teeth, he watched your every move, his mind consumed by a primal desire that refuses to be quelled.

As you moved behind the bar, effortlessly enchanting those around you with your beguiling charm, Miami imagined himself in your presence, his fantasies running wild with the prospect of possessing you at least for a night. In his mind's eye, Miami envisions you succumbing to his every whim, your skin pressed against his, your breath hot against his neck as he pounds into you.

You shared a moment that ignited a fire within you both, once, a few days ago. It was a hot, steamy kiss that seared your souls, leaving Miami breathless and wanting more.

Your lips met in a fervent embrace, a collision of passion and desire that sent shockwaves through your bodies. In that stolen moment, time stood still as you lost yourselves in the heat of your longing, your hands exploring each other with an urgency born of pent-up desire.

For him, that kiss was a revelation, awakening a primal hunger that consumed him from within. From that moment on, his fantasies grew darker and more intense, his thoughts consumed by the need to fuck you.

Miami yearned for rough, dirty sex, craving the taste of your skin, the sound of your moans filling the air like a symphony of desire. He wanted to take you with a raw, primal intensity.

As he continued to stare at you from across the room, his gaze burning with unbridled lust, Miami knew that he would do whatever it took to make his fantasies a reality.

With a self-assured stride, he approached the bar, his movements purposeful and confident. Closing the distance between you, Miami positioned himself right behind you, his chest pressing against your back in a deliberate display of closeness.

Leaning in, Miami offered his assistance with a playful grin, his voice dripping with charm.

"Looks like you could use a hand, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. His words carry a teasing undertone, an invitation for you to engage in a seductive dance.

As he reached past you to help with the tasks at hand, his touch was lingering and deliberate, sending a rush of sensation through you. Each brush of his fingers against yours ignites a spark of electricity, heightening the tension between you two.

He's acutely aware of the risks of giving in to temptation, but in this moment, the allure of you is too potent to resist. And so, Miami continued to flirt and tease, toeing the line between professionalism and desire, his every move a testament to the primal hunger that thrums beneath the surface. But does professionalism really mean anything to Miami? Fuck no.

As the music pulsed in the background, Miami pressed himself further against you, wrapping his arm around your waist with a possessive yet tantalizing grip. Drawing you closer, he felt the heat radiating.

With a low, seductive murmur, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine.

“Come on, baby, let’s–let’s go to the other room.”

“You remember that kiss, right? Wanna k–kiss something else now.”

“Let daddy fuck you.”

His kisses and playful nibbles on your earlobe caused you to melt into his embrace, feeling his hard-on pressing against your ass.

Around you, the patrons of the club took notice of your intimate display. Some watched with interest, captivated by the raw sensuality that radiated from the pair. Others, feeling the urge to dance and seek their own adventures, left the bar to join the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor.

But for you, the world outside of your embrace faded into obscurity as you lost yourselves in each other.

“Promise to fuck me real good?”, what a teasing way you agreed.

Miami felt a rush of adrenaline curse through his veins. He knew you would say yes, he knew you were playing hard to get ever since he met you for the first time at the beach. Only a snicker fell from his lips as he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into a small room at the back of the bar. The other Ricks had to wait.

“Fucking finally”, he growled with a primal hunger in his eyes, he closed the distance between you, his footsteps purposeful and deliberate.

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the door, his body pressed firmly against yours once again, trapping you between him and the hard surface. Startled, you gasped, but Miami silenced you with a look that spoke volumes, a silent command for your obedience.

With a swift and commanding motion, he lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. There was a wildness in his eyes, a raw desire that sent a thrill coursing through you, mingled with a hint of danger that only served to heighten your senses.

“I’ve been thinking–thinking about this ever since we kissed, sweetheart.”

Without a word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss that left you breathless and wanting more. Miami’s hands roamed over your body with a primal urgency, igniting a fire within you that blazed hotter with each passing moment. Suddenly he pushed his leg between yours, pressing against your most intimate part.

You could feel the strength in his touch, the controlled power of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. Every caress, every brush of his lips against your skin, sent shivers of pleasure racing through you, driving you to the brink of madness.

And as you finally pulled apart, breathless and spent, Miami stared at your face with a smug grin gracing his lips. You looked so cute, he wanted to eat you. Blushed face, out of breath, eyes half closed, looking up to him oh so seductively. Did you even understand, had the slightest idea, how much you drive him crazy?

“Why are you so fucking cute and sexy at the same time?”

One hand reached down, his thumb tracing your lips before he slowly pushed it between your lips into your mouth. Slowly you wrapped your lips around his finger and let your tongue lick around it. Both of you gazed into each other's eyes, losing yourselves in each other. You could feel yourself getting wet while Miami’s cock was already hard, begging to be pulled out of his pants.

“Such a good, good girl for me, huh? What do you want, baby?”, he asked as he pulled his thumb out with a loud ‘pop’.

“P-please…please touch me.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Instantly Miami reached down, thankful that you decided to wear a skirt to work – not only did he love the look, it made everything easier. This was going to be the best quickie of both of your lives and he was going to make sure of that. Did he bother to take your skirt off? No. It was surprising that he even had the patience to prep you instead of fucking you right there and then. 

“My lil’ barkeeper”, he cooed into your ear as he slid not one, but two fingers into your wet cunt. You whimpered and moaned, feeling his long fingers moving and curling inside you. Miami kissed you again, hot and messy, still towering over you and as soon as his lips left yours, he left kisses all over your neck, collarbone, cleavage. His free hand pulled your top up, exposing your tits which he quickly pulled out of your bra one after another.Miami continued to fuck his fingers inside you, squeezing your sensitive breast as he start to swirl his tongue against your nipple. 

"A-ah... R-Rick, daddy..."

The pet name made him suck harder, his body responding in ways you honestly always imagined about, although you never knew this would actually happen. You bite your lip, feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers. 

“You make me go fucking–fucking feral, baby.”

You whimper, feeling a pressure build up in you as he thrusted his fingers, continuing to suck your nipples and bite them ever so softly, moving his attention from tit to tit. He looked at you, fucking you with his fingers, stretching you out perfectly as you moan, your walls clenching around the intrusive fingers inside you.

"You're so cute like this, sweetheart. Moaning like a lil’ slut."

Without a warning his fingers left your leaking cunt and he took a step back. Your knees were weak, trembling even.

“Got on top of the table, baby, d-daddy’s gonna fuck you real good now.”

His wish (and also yours) was your command. You sat on the table in the middle of the room, anxiously waiting for Miami Rick, who followed you promptly. While you were getting ontop of the table, Miami unbuckled his pants and swiftly pulled his cock out. There was no time for all that taking clothes off. He needed you badly and he needed you now.

With purposeful strides, Miami crossed the room, his posture exuding confidence and authority. As he approached the table where you sat, his presence commanded attention, you couldn’t decide between staring at his face or his enormous cock. He took his place exactly between your legs.

“Good girl”, he grabbed his cock, slapping it against your still covered pussy. Miami couldn’t help snicker as he saw the wet spot on your thong, “Guess you liked it a lot. You’ll like this even more.”

His other hand pushed your thong to the side so that his tip could press against your entrance. Was he teasing you or himself?

“Fuck me already, please!”

“Needy lil’ whore.”

And with that he rammed himself into your soaking pussy, your walls tightening around him as he stretched you out. It hurt yet felt so fucking good. You screamed his name the same time he entered you and you felt yourself falling back against the table. Not a second passed before Miami started to thrust into you like a wild animal, succumbing to the intense hunger he felt the whole time.

“You like that? My cock buried deep inside your–your guts, huh? Fuck, you’re so…so fucking tight, baby.”

You were already a moaning mess even though you knew this was just the beginning.

“You think I didn’t see your short skirt and all the Ricks fucking staring at your de–delicious thighs, I wanted to destroy your pulsing cunt in the middle of that fucking bar right then and there.”

He pounded you even deeper and harder, hitting your g-spot every thrust. You felt your cunt clench on his cock.

“Wow it’s been five fucking minutes you fucking whore, already gone dumb on–on my cock now, such a slutty sight”, he growled as he continued to pound into you at an almost inhumane pace. His gold chain dangled in your face as bend over you to hit you even deeper and fuck, he really managed it. His cock was kissing your cervix, over and over again. It was too much, too good.

Whimpering you reached out, trying to push him away. If he didn’t stop you would cum too so–

“Move your fucking hand.”

His voice was just as rough as his thrusts. Your action riled him up even more. He wanted to ruin you, ruin that pretty cunt of yours, make you crazy over his cock. His hand wrapped around your throat, choking you out as his other hand pushed two fingers into your mouth.

“Fuck! You’re fucking squeezing me. You want me to treat you like this, don’t you? I can feel–feel your pussy vibrate around me.”

He was right. You loved it. You loved him fucking you as if you were his personal cocksleeve. Him choking you, calling you a slut, his balls slapping against you as he kisses your cervix – that’s why you denied him sex for so long, to make him lose his senses when he finally gets to. Now you were the one losing it though.

“Yes! Ah, yes! I-I love it, daddy!”

Every thrust of his hips drove his cock deep into your pussy, the spot inside of you that makes you shake and tremble deliciously grinded into. 

Your orgasm hit you, it’s sudden and so fucking good that you’re reduced to nothing but a whiny litany of Daddy Daddy Daddy and please please please.

Miami feels himself getting close, too. He gets sloppier but not less rough or deep as he continued to ram inside you. 

Rick’s hand that had previously been gripping her throat moved to on top of the table to steady himself while the other snaked around your front to rub harsh and fast circles over your already sensitive clit. His fingers were in perfect time with his strokes, your head falling to the side and your eyes rolling back at the stimulation.

“My slutty lil’ barkeeper”, Miami groaned while snapping his hips upwards, the tip of his cock never stopped kissing your sensitive cervix.

“You like being fucked like a whore, princess?” he asked, you were only able to give him an enthusiastic nod since words seemed to be completely out of the question at this point.

“Yeah, I know you do. You’re practically sucking–sucking me in…Fuck”

“D-daddy! I’m gonna cum—” your words were cut off by the moan tearing from your throat and Miami’s fingers moving faster on your clit. “Please, can I? Please, need it so bad!”

“Do it,” he ordered, dipping his head down to bite the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Fucking soak me, princess. Do it.”

The slight pain of his bite and the blinding pleasure of him fucking into you made you lose what little control you still had, and before you knew it, you were cumming violently around Miami. Your cunt squeezed and clenched around him. You felt a rush of fluid gush between your legs as Miami kept going, so close to his release that you could feel him shaking. One, two, three, four thrusts was all it took before he was following you into orgasmic ecstasy. 

He threw his head back, eyes clenched shut as the muscles of his torso tensed and slackened rapidly. You could feel his warm release fill you up and run down your leg as he thrusted a few more times on the comedown. You were still in a daze as he pulled out but a tiny whimper still left you at the sudden empty feeling. As if every nerve ending in your body was on fire, your mind focused on the sticky feeling of your mixed fluids between your thighs while Rick let you calm down on the table. Rick tugged his pants up and tucked his now soft cock away.

“That was amazing, baby”, he was still slightly out of breath yet he walked to where your head was lying and bent down, planting a soft kiss on your temple, “Take all the time you need to–to recover from that. Not too long though. Customers are waiting.”

“…are you going to leave me here alone?”

“I may be a Rick but I’m not that much of an asshole, baby.”

Your eyes followed him as grabbed a nearby chair and sat down. He knew his way around women and he knew how important aftercare was. Another kiss was left on your skin, this time your cheek.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, can you clean me up then please?”

“Nuh uh, baby, I want you working behind that bar with my cum running down your sexy thighs.”

[dollyfl1rt]

warnings: 18+ mdni, pinv, smut, (cockwarming)

could you imagine how cockwarming with rick would be?

“please rick, im cold” you pleaded scooting back a but further until your butt fell flush with his fabricated bulge. you knew he was just as cold as you were so, you wiggled your rear.

this feeling caught his attention seeing as he wrapped his forearm around your lower belly holding you in place “you gonna be still?”

you both knew you’d be lying if you said you planned on sitting still “ill try” you shrugged as he rubbed your ass getting a little turned on just by the feeling of the fat in his hand. rick quickly unbuckled his belt slipping his semi-hardened cock through the hole in his underwear. you reached back grabbing it and rubbing it against your cunt, “shit” rick moaned as he threw his head back “don’t be a tease darlin’” he demanded as it came across more as him begging

even being around you pushed him overboard but, being around you like this? surprised he hasn’t just given in and railed you already. soon enough, he slid himself into you as you bit back a moan, being sure to not fan the flames. the man sat there, teeth grit, eyes forced shut, and his cold digits working their way down to your dripping bean to rub. he didn’t want you to stay still, not with the way he was teasing “mm..” you hummed gripping his forearm.

you knew tonight was gonna be longer than expected if you moved or wiggled. hell, it’d be longer if you breathed out too heavy, but rick knew what he was doing. he had you right where he wanted, all he needed now was for you to get needy.

which in your case, wasn’t so far fetched.

[ricksanchezsgothgf]

trying to figure out how tumblr works, don't mind me (art by me, this is me and Rick👀😂) I have a bunch of self insert Rick stuff and I figured to post it here instead of keep it all to myself!😂

[sinsandsweetness]

how do you think rick would react if you just broke down sobbing during sex without explanation? like just out of nowhere and can’t even explain what’s wrong kind of sobbing

I can’t say that this hasn’t happened to me so… this is more so what I wish would happen in this scenario…

He’d stop everything the moment he notices. Even though tears can be perceived as pleasure over pain, he knows you enough to tell that somethings not quite right. He knows your body language, your mannerisms. Rick knows you. And he knows that something is wrong. Even if you don’t entirely know what it is.

He freezes the moment he feels your energy shift.

“What’s wrong?” His brows furrow together in concern.

Your turn to try and hid your face in the pillow. Attempting to wipe your tears onto the flannel pillowcase. Sniffling quietly in hopes he’d just brush it off, “Nothin’… I’m - I’m okay.”

“You don’t seem okay. You’re crying.” He reaches up to wipe a tear from the apple of your cheek. It only makes the tears drop faster. “What’s wrong?”

“I- I don’t know, I just-“ your voice cracks and more tears fall. Frustrated at yourself for ruining the moment. Unable to understand why you’re even crying, and more importantly why you can’t seem to stop.

“Hey,” he’s careful when he pulls out. Gently lying back down beside you with his arm propping himself up to look at you, “let’s just take a break, okay?”

“I’m sorry I don’t why I’m-” your voice chokes and you bring the blanket up to wipe your dampening cheeks, “I’m sorry this is- ugh-”

“What on earth are you apologizing for? You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart. Nothing wrong at all.” His voice is low as his hand comes up to brush your hair out of your face, petting and smoothing it down repeatedly in sweet, soothing motions.

“I’m ruining the moment -I- I don’t even know what I’m sad about- it’s just, it’s embarrassing.” You wish you didn’t sound so pathetic, and the thought that Rick might be thinking that makes you cry even harder, head tucking right into his chest where he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head. Warm hands rubbing up and down your bare back.

“Darlin’, you haven’t ruined anything, I promise. Sometimes…” he takes a breath before he continues, choosing his words carefully, “-sometimes doin’ things like this, y’know, it can, uh- it can bring out emotions you didn’t even know you had. Ones that are deep inside or bottled up. And it just so happens that right now is when your body feels ready to let em’ out. It happens. There’s nothing wrong with you. I promise you, it’s okay.” Ricks tone is gentle and rather convincing, despite the dreadful pit that’s formed in your stomach. And the arms that are holding you close feel safer than anywhere you can imagine. Walls or not.

You stay tucked into his chest until you have no tears left to cry. Trying to relax and calm your shaky breaths. Inhaling deep and slow, taking in the scent of the man holding you. His skin. His pheromones. That alone is calming in itself. Allowing your mind to cloud over and momentarily pause your incessant overthinking. His touch has your eye lids growing heavy and grateful for Ricks overall sweetness and his more than understanding reaction.

[grimesgirll]

rick grimes

being with rick imagine

constable rick

time to go to sleep

impatient

shane’s girl (ft. daryl)

housewife! reader | pt. 2 (ft. daryl)

car rides with rick

crm!rick

deanna’s daughter

the favor | pt. 2

horseback rides with rick

a helping hand

join me

yogi!reader

shickxandria (ft. shane)

rick giving you a pick me up while you’re on your period

[itsmeatballworld]

| simple things |

pairing | rick grimes x f!reader

summary | You didn’t plan to find love at the end of the world. But here you are.

wc | 610

warnings | implied smut, a tiny bit of cursing, & the proposal

a/n | I love him, your honor. Domestic fluff for Rick and Rick only *mwah* And thank you to @weretheones​ for being so amazing and beta reading this for me!! ILYSM <3

part 1 of 2 [next part]

It was just past daybreak when it was the end of your watch. You said good morning to the next crew, slipping past Alexandria’s secure walls to the little clearing close by. Sunlight kissed the ground, illuminating the grassy area in a heavenly glow. 

You checked your watch. It was almost time: he should be here soon.

“I’ll meet you there,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Rick.”

He grinned at you with eyes brighter than usual. “Tell me tomorrow.”

“I know my answer—”

“Tomorrow.” They were so vibrant. “Think about it.”

Diamonds, you smirked. His eyes were like goddamn gems. 

With the gun propped against a fallen log, you rested against an old oak tree. No sightings of the dead. It was quiet. Peaceful to some degree. And then off in the distance, you saw him.

Rick Grimes slowly approached from the side, his eyes locked on you. “’Ay, gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous, huh?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He grinned.

“No you wouldn’t.” You leaned back to watch him saunter over. His beard seemed scruffier today with gray hairs starting to peek through the brown. 

He propped his foot on the log, widening his stance as he towered over you. “Did you see the sunrise this mornin’?”

Nodding, you take in the scenery for a second longer. But this was all stalling–and you knew that. You could tell the moment Rick walked up through the trees that he was nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about because you knew your answer.

“Next time we’ll watch from bed, right?” You scooted over a bit, making room on the log. 

“Yeah.” Rick hesitated to sit as he continued to survey the area. You couldn't help but smirk. He never relaxed outside the house. 

“It’s nice here.”

You sighed as a warm breeze rolled through the area. “It feels more… normal.”

“Normal?”

“Yeah. Like the old days.”

The old days meant walking through thickets of greenery and shrubs that scraped your kneecaps while you fended off walker after walker. Now in Alexandria, it was safe. Inside those walls meant you holster your weapon rather than keeping it up and ready. The sense of safety everyone always wanted.

With a deep sigh, you patted the space next to you. “Did you miss me?”

“I did. The bed was cold without you.”

Usually, he’d make sweet talk first. Like always. Keep your attention on his voice, on those lips. Seconds later your pants would be at your ankles and sweet talk turned dirty. But today he was fixed on that question—the answer to his question, you breathed. 

Callous fingers pressed firm to your skin as he reeled you closer to his sturdy chest. “Think about what I said?” 

You did. And you’ve known your answer for a while now.

“I think it’s crazy.”

Those blue eyes widen. “Crazy…” He paused, lingering close but not trying to overwhelm you. 

It was a big question. It wasn’t something you discussed before leaving for shift, that’s for sure. 

Yet when Rick asked the question last night it didn’t feel half-assed or rushed. It felt natural. It felt right. Hell, you knew your answer the moment you left his home, walked down the street, and marched up to Alexandria’s watch post. And he still gave you until morning to make a decision. 

Now it was daytime and you couldn’t wipe that stupid smile off your face.

“Crazy good, babe.”

“Yeah?”

You smiled. Yes. 

“You really want to?”

“I’m not gonna change my mind, Rick.”

Without waiting, he pulled out a tiny piece of jewelry. Holding it, Rick twisted the circle between his thumb and index finger. “Try it on.”

The simple band was perfect. A bit snug, but wearable. With not much to distract or snag during a fight, it was the best ring you could ask for. He kissed your palm then the ring before his blue eyes softened. 

“Mrs. Grimes.” 

“I like that,” you purred. “I like that a lot.”

Sweet endearing kisses trail your hand just before Rick pressed his lips against yours.

You weren’t concerned with the frills of being married, especially now. No need for a ceremony or anything like that. Just a promise to each other. A brief moment of tranquility and optimism among the decaying world. 

But just knowing Rick wants you—loves you—is enough joy to last a lifetime.

“Now, Mrs. Grimes, I have one more thing.” His grin turned mischievous as those sturdy fingers trailed back down your body. Rick’s hand slid under your waistband and your breath hitched in your throat.  

“Rick—”

“Uh-uh. Be still and let your husband do all the work.”

With a grin, you did as you were told.

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a/n 2.0: this was not what I had planned originally but I like it hehe

[sapphichorsegirl]

I did it! Still don't have a name for her though, but she's basically just a self insert

I like to think that there's also infinite versions of her across the multiverse, Doofus Rick just happened to end up with the edgy one

Yes, the quote is from ATLOK