#RickxReader

[emberburninglow]

Rick/Reader multi-chapter fic!

Taking place on the Citadel of Ricks! Involving a heist, adventure, peril, romance, and space!

You're all ready to relax at the Smith household, maybe drink some wine and have time to yourself while house sitting. But on the first night, you're about to go to sleep when a glowing green portal opens up in the living room. After investigating you fall through into the Citadel of Ricks, and the Rick from your dimension is planning something big.

18+!!! (Eventually!)

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Wrote 2 chappters 2day--enjoyuy

Chapter 2

Dick was forced to leave the whole foods after the incident. Rick watched with mild amusement. Hhahaha.

He checks out his sundries and walks into the parkinglot. IN a not so surprising turn of event Dick is outside with a sign made out odf reversible sequins on a plastic trash bag. The sign reads “no cheese please”

Rick is finally at hios limit with the seemingly endless array of mysteries and nonsense coming from this woman. He meanfder cover to ehr with an apple (this is a reference to edward cullen)

Currently she is harassing the patrons of whole foods, many of whom see her shaking the sign with the force necessary to give a newborn baby bad brain disease and just go home.

Rick is unfazed by this behavior and bites into his apple while he stands a few feet away watching. When Dick realizes that she is under scrutiny she turns and asks “Are you a member of the cause”

Rick is an asshole, and say “I am too smart to beleive in causes. What the fuck is even your deal with the cheese?”

“Fuck you, the cheese cause is of great importance, and aaonly self entitled losers do not care about the well being of society and the laws regarding selling cheese”

“Listen, I have been around infinite universes and it doesn;t matter what the cheese laws are, because there a literally millions of universes where cheese laws are whatever you want

“Bruh, are you dense? Literally the fact that elsewhere things are gucci is meaningless, we are here and now, that is what matter, so yeah buddy the cheese laws matter here”

“Fuck you you just don’t understand how vast the fucking universe is, so youy can get all wrapped up in this trivial bullshit, but me, I can’t do that because I am too goddamn smart and have experienced things

“Bruhg you are so fucking boring, but low key I am about your arrogance. You wanna fuck?

Rick thinks the offer over and ultimately decides he has nothing better to do.

Chapter 3 they fuck

Rick and Dick were suprisingly compatible in the bedroom. They bioth were very open to experiemnetation and enjoyed a certain level of mischievous goofness in the bedroom,

We open this scene on hour 6 of their love making.

They are both somewhat worn out but have developed a certain level of camaraderie amongst the hours spend in the wonderland of eachothers bodies.

As they mutually climax while fucking on a robot bycylccle Rick is faaced with the realization that while he cannot keep fucking indefinately, he would like to spend more time with Dick, bioth inside and outsode of the bedroom.

He rests his head against her shoulder as he contemplates his new found attachment. While Rick prides himself on his lack of affection vocally, it is a bit of a sore spot that he is actually very needing of love., Rip Diane.

[ammesaep]

TWD Preference - How they fall in love with you...

Negan -

Negan would fall in love with you during his first visit to Alexandria. He’d flirt with you a little bit but actually get to know you because he hasn’t felt this strongly about someone, even his wives. “Well, well, we’ll, look at you! Where have you been all my life, beautiful? What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Rick -

Rick would fall in love with you after seeing how well you get along with Carl. He didn’t think he would love another woman after Lori but you changed his mind. He’d get the courage to ask you out one day. “I didn’t realize how good you were with kids. I could use your help more often, if you don’t mind.”

Glenn -

Glenn would fall in love with you after saving him from walkers. He’d have butterflies in his stomach everytime he saw you after that. He hadn’t ever had such feelings for someone before. “Y/N! Wow, you look really beautiful today. Uh...I mean you look....nice.”

Aaron -

Aaron would fall in love with you when he first sees you in the barn with Rick and the others. When he gets some alone time with you, he tries to get to know you a little bit. He’s a little shy and awkward at first but you help to release the tension. “Uh hello. What’s your name? I’m Eric..Uh..I mean Aaron! I’m Aaron.”

Daryl -

Daryl would fall in love with you when you joined Ricks group and introduce yourself to him first. He couldn’t help but enjoy your company with your wonderful personality. He couldn’t help but start to fall in love with you. “I ain’t ever met someone like you before. I like you Y/N, I really do.”

Eugene -

Eugene would fall in love with you when he realizes how much you both have in common. He felt happy to have someone to talk to about his interests especially since he felt a little bit like an outcast. He felt more comfortable around you and eventually developed feelings. “Y/N! I’m really happy to see you! I’ve been thinking about you all day! Oh uh, I mean...”

Carl Grimes -

Carl would fall in love with you when he meets you at Alexandria. He hadn’t met a girl his age for the duration of the apocalypse so he couldn’t help but have a little crush when he met you. He would try to impress you only to get teased by Michonne and Rick. “Oh this? That’s just my missing eye. Pretty badass right?”

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You prop yourself up onto your elbows,

the metal table beneath you doing nothing for your already sore joints.

worth it though

You watch as Rick stretches, arching his back, and turn away, running a quick hand through his sweat, dampened hair. He pulls open your fridge and grabs the first alcoholic beverage he can find. The domesticity of the movment is made humorous by his stark nakedness. You sigh, catching your breath, and give out a small laugh as your adrenaline rush calms and your brain catches up with you.

that was fun

You slide off the table and pull up your small, cotton panties from around your ankles and back onto your hips with a small snap. Fixing your hair with a swish, you follow Rick's initiative and grab a cold beer.

could have been better though. .

He's more than halfway done by the time you crack your own lid, and you continue to watch him as he gulps the rest down. His throat so slim and his collar bone so prominent, to a glancing eye he looked as wirey as a string bean; but you knew better. The muslce tone in those thin arms and narrow torso were a force to be reckoned with - and you had. On several, often unexpected, occasions.

but he was. . . off today

Rick lets out a burp, wipes his mouth with his wrist, and tosses the can into the sink. There's a moment of silence as you imagine what he might be thinking as his eyes begin to glaze over. The wrinkles forming there make no movement, and you touch your own skin absent-mindedly, wondering when your wrinkles might begin to show. You aren't old enough quite yet, but you aren't getting any younger either. You'd noticed plenty of stray grays in your thick, untamed hair by now. It doesn't really bother you, but something about those crows feet. . .

You light a cigarette and slump down into the aluminum chair next to the table. Its freezing compared to the heat your skin still radiates and your skin breaks out in goose pimples. You take a drag and let it warm you. Letting the smoke slowly drift through your nose, you speak, hopefully breaking Rick out of whatever reverie he's entered.

"Did I wear you out, daddy?"

He huffs a laugh, barely smirking, eyes still distant.

"Yeah. Wore out my bladder. I'm gonna go piss." You lift the corner of your mouth as he walks by, resisting the temptation to slap his bare ass. He snatches the cigarette from your fingers as he passes.

"That's my line, dickhead."

You lean back, tilting your head, and look at the ceiling. Stains on the stucco and flies stuck in the light fixture.

It had been three months since you'd last seen Rick, which was actually a pretty short amount of a time. He had seemed fairly edgey - more than normal - when he'd suddenly portaled into your bedroom as you were getting dressed for work. You had just gotten your top on, only to have Rick stalk over and tear it off your body and kiss you, all in one fluid motion.

work can wait

Work could go straight to hell for all you cared. One moment in Rick's arms was like forever in a thunderstorm of ecstasy. It was loud and elegant, dark and pure, and orgasms were like millions of lightning bolts in the heat of a summer night.

But edgey Rick was different. At least, an edgey Rick that was unsure of how edgey he really was, was different.

You hear the flush of the toilet and decide it was high time you put a shirt on over your bare tits - but glancing around the room, and not wanting to move, the prospect seems like more trouble than its worth. Rick walks up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, beginning a light massage. You hum and lift your hand up towards him. He gives the cigarette back and you bring it down for another deep drag before putting it out.

"I hope an empty bladder is gonna make round two more enjoyable."

You imagine him raising an eyebrow at your comment.

"It takes two to tango, sweetheart," he says.

You chuckle darkly.

"Yeah, well, it seems like you've got two left feet." You say as you quickly get up and spin around on him. His defenses are down so it doesn't take much for you to push him towards the couch and then shove him down. Your glad you neglected the shirt.

Rick is still fully exposed. When you straddle him, its all skin on skin, still cooling and still ever so slightly sensitive. He makes a low groan. You lean over him, his eyes looking into yours.

"Now that I have your attention." He looks down at your mouth, as you twirl you tongue behind partially parted lips.

"Sex won't solve your problems - as much as we act like it does. So whatever bullshit is going on up here," you say softly, poking his temple. His brow furrows slightly, and you lean in towards his ear.

"I'm gonna need you to get rid of it. Cause if you're looking for a therapy session, you've come to the wrong office. And if you make me work *now*, I'm gonna have to charge you."

He grins devilishly.

"Is that a threat, or are you switching professions?"

"Get your shit together, Sanchez." You say, not sure if "off" Rick is worth another go. "Or you really can go find yourself a Vantrexian hooker." He growls again, taking you by the hips and throwing your back onto the sofa. You let out a quick yelp that's muffled by Rick's mouth on yours. His tongue tangles itself into yours and you moan in response.

much better

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Tired

(Rick x Reader) 1st P.O.V.

It's been a while since I've seen Rick, almost a month. That's how long it's been since I've actually had a good night's sleep. After we met, I guess I got to accustomed to him being there.

After he left, the bed just seemed to cold at night. I couldn't sleep, and I tried everything. Warm tea, milk, pills. I put those silly sounds up, but they couldn't substitute for his obnoxious snoring.

Not to mention the lack of his alcohol breath. As weird as it be, I became way to attached, and he'd probably laugh if he where to ever come back.

It was another late night, where I was stuck to the couch watching adult cartoons and game shows while eating a bunch of junk food. The only difference was the bottle of Grey Goose wedged between couch cushions.

I've never been drunk before, but I think, by the heavy feeling in my stomach, I was about to start feeling the side effects of trying to down half on my first sip.

I can't believe how much I really let this get to me. How much I let him get to me. I remember him saying something about irrational attachments, or something.

Rick also said something regarding love and chemicals, but my memory is getting sort of fuzzy, and I can't quite remember what I ate for breakfast.

I go to take another swig from my bottle, but it turns up empty. I know in the back of mind this isn't a good thing, but I find myself giggling.

"Y-you know if, um, if R-Rick was here, he'd, um... h-he'd probably... I don't know. He does some, uhhh, crazy shit man." I say to myself. "Why'd you leave me, man? I thought, urp, I thought we had something real..." Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I thought about him.

I tried standing up, but I couldn't see straight, and my legs felt like jello. I fell to my knees, seeking purchase on the coffee table.

It took a minute, but I soon was able to at least stand, and I stumbled into the kitchen for some water. It washed out my mouth, but it did little to help the heavy feeling weighing in my stomach.

I've seen movies, and I've seen Rick get shit faced, but I've never heard of any heavy feeling. It was so confusing, and I felt like I was about to pass out.

I knew stairs were a no go, so I crashed on the couch. The last thing I remember hearing was Brian asking Stewie where the hell the return pad took them.

The sun creeped in past my eyelids, igniting the pain in my head and the sudden sickness itching to leave my stomach. I ran to the bathroom with almost record timing and upchucked everything from last night.

I was almost scared to death when I felt someone pull my hair back into a ponytail.

"W-what the-" I throw myself to the side and away from the stranger, wedging myself between the toilet and tub when I saw who it was. "Rick?" The word comes out as a whisper.

"W-wow. Greatest -urp- re-reaction. Wish I caught that o-one on camera." The man chuckles to himself, pulling out his flask to take a sip.

"Where... Where the hell were you?!" I stand, and my head starts screaming in protest at my yell.

"Woah, woah. H-here, take this. I-It'll -urp- it'll help." He pulls a pill out of his pocket, and I take it with an embarrassing amount of trust.

It helped my head almost immediately, and I shouldn't have expected any less.

"Thanks." I flush the toilet and leave, not knowing how to react to his sudden presence. "W-when did you get here?" I ask with more care.

"Last n-night. I-I-I saw you -urp- passed o-out on the couch with a-a vodka bottle. Empty." Rick seems amused at the memory, smiling slightly. "Wish I'd b-been there to see. A-and, uh, you kn-know, help, too."

I roll my eyes at this, and I suddenly feel all the pain from him leaving fall back into my shoulder.

"H-hey, what's we -urp- wrong?" His attention drifts from my drunken state to the tears falling down my cheeks, but I won't let him hug me. Rick almost looks hurt by my denial.

"H-how come you left me, Rick? Y-you didn't even say anything before leaving for a month, a-and then you show up last night and- and-" I'm suddenly overcome with a wretched sob, and I feel honestly pathetic that I let him get me like this. I mean for gosh sakes, it was only a month!

But then again, aren't couples supposed to, you know, communicate? It was different with Rick though. I couldn't expect him to do something so simple. Who knows what could've happened, and all I can think about is how I can't sleep without him.

"I-I'm sorry Rick. I shouldn't-" He interupts me by wrapping his arms completely around me, letting me cry it out on his shoulder. "I just missed you." I mutter.

"I missed you too, baby. I-It's my fault. I-I -urp- I'm sorry." And as much as I hated myself for it, that was all it took to forgive him. I wrapped my arms around his torso as tight as I could, hoping he wouldn't leave again. "I'm not going anywhere."

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DWC: “I can’t believe I’m sitting in space jail with you of all people.”

“I can’t believe I ended up in space jail with you of all people,” Rick rasps in annoyance with a roll of his eyes, spindly arms folded across his chest as he huffs.

You want to tell him to stop being so dramatic. The situation at hand is not nearly as dire as he’s decided to punish you for. Then again, you did just destroy a planet. You. Specifically.

It all started with an election on a random planet in the FG sector of one of the many universes Rick and you have traversed on adventures you’ve always viewed as random but apparently that have some sort of purpose. On this planet the Grussians were gearing up to help elect a president to a coalition of states in the West. You didn’t really see the point of getting involved, but Rick was adamant as there was a payday promised.

He should have told you about the fact that this particular planet detonated their bomb guns with a swift blow of carbon dioxide and mucus. You couldn’t help that you sneezed at the inauguration, and one of the top security personnel just happened to be standing next to you when you turned in his direction.

Chaos had ensued (again), and suddenly you were surrounded by inter-galactic security with guns pointing at you from every direction. They knew Rick given his standing offenses, so they cuffed the two of you (under the guise of “precautionary measures”) and pushed you towards the open doors of the cop spacecraft. It was when you were getting in that you had another sneezing fit, and the uniforms went ballistic piling into the vehicle. They pulled the craft up from the planet and out into space as quickly as they could.

When you were a safe distance away, you saw the explosion. The whole planet burst into a fiery cacophony of chaos and destruction before becoming a fireball that burned from bright orange quickly down to ash.

Rick was staring you down, fuming.You shrugged coquettishly, trying to smile at his disdain.

The present Rick, who was in a jail cell with you now, suddenly began to laugh. “You know, baby, you’re a mess.”

You smile at him. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

He smiles too though it’s thin and ghostlike. Never show too much is his motto. “Yeah, that much is true.”

You’re certain he already has an exit plan for this situation even if he hasn’t told you what it is yet…Rick is always three to ten steps ahead…

@ricksanchezdwc

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Why me?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.

[PART NINE]

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MASTERLIST

Characters pairing - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse. Death

Number of words - 1421

Couple of weeks passed and I had somehow managed to keep Negan away from me

Everyday some different excuse

I’m sick today, we don’t want you to catch a cold now, do we?

I got my periods this week! Haha sorry….

I have my mood swings! GET THE HELL OUT!

Oh damn I have a massive headache, I guess I will call it a night!

But I knew this won’t work for so long, I knew it and so did Sherry and that’s why she is eating my head right now and I’m doing my best to tune her out, but with that voice of hers I don’t really have an option

“Like I said, Negan is like a dog, give him a bone and he will be busy with it for a while. Give him nothing and he will be more determined to get something out of you” she sighed

“Negan is like a cat to me” I hummed, tapping my finger on my glass “He wants to be treated like a god, get everyone’s attention and yet give no one any attention” I said taking a sip of the bitter tasting liquid “What the hell is this?” I asked

“We can all agree on the common point that Negan is an animal” Sherry laughed “I dont know, some shit Simon found”

“Why is blonde staring at me?” I asked as I glared to the girl who sat across the room looking at me

“Amber, we don’t need more troubles!” Sherry glared at her and I looked between them confused

“What’s going on?” I asked Sherry

“Maybe well if you sat with us here in the common wives room more you would know!” She said drinking her whiskey

“Just answer the question” I said rolling my eyes

“She has gone through a bad day and she is jealous from you”

“Me? Why?” I asked more confused as I glanced at Amber who I just noticed looked upset

“They think Negan gives you a free pass”

“Me? Funny since I don’t see any passes here!” I hissed out

“You don’t wear the uniform, you don’t sit here with the rest, hell he doesn’t come and sleep with you, yet you tease each other whenever you meet.” Sherry laughed “that’s a lot of passes right there”

“Okay first of all! I don’t wear the stupid dress code because I stood up for myself and said No, something you guys should try! Second of all I don’t sit here because you guys look at me like I’m some third class black girl from the 60s which is racist and terrifying!”

“I never thought you got scared!” She laughed

“Oh I do!” I said under my breath

“Maybe but–” Sherry was cut mid sentence as the door flew open and and Dwight walked in and all the females stood up

Negan walked in

With….. Carl?

……Daryl behind them

“Carl?” I gasped as I made a run for him

“Y/N!” Carl’s eyes widened as he took a step towards me but a hand on my shoulder and Carl’s pulled us a part

Negan stood between us, his fingers digging in my shoulders which made me wince

“Hell no!” He laughed “If I dont get any, you don’t get any!” He said running his tongue over his lips

“Why is he here?” I hissed at him

“Don’t use that tone with me!” He said, venom dripping from his mouth

“I need to know he is alright!” I said blinking couple of times

“Y/N, I’m fine!” Carl said

“Let me talk to him!” I pleaded looking at Negan

Everyone in the room was staring at us, it was like high school, everyone wanted drama.

The corner of my eyes I could see Daryl, I wanted to look at him but I couldn’t, I was Negan’s now. And this was the first time I saw Daryl since I got married to Negan.

“Come with me.” Negan said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a corner in the room

“Y/N!” Carl called as he tried to take a step

“If the kid moves, shoot Daryl here!” Negan said to Dwight as he smiled at me, my entire body going stiff

“You promised!” I whispered

“I know, but Carl doesn’t. He won’t move!” Negan smirked, and I could see how twisted of a man he was.

“What do you want? I just want to talk to my brother!”

“In this world you have to take and just take, never give!” He chuckled “But you are my dear wife so I can share with you!” He said

“Good! So let me talk to my brother!” I said as I tried to move but he placed his hand on my waist pulling me into him

“Not so fast! I said I would share but so do you!”

“I have nothing to share!” I whispered as the approximation between us was getting close

“Yes you do, and if you want to talk to your brother you got to give me something I want!” He smirked as he studied my face

“What do you want?” I asked afraid of his answer, whatever he wanted it wasn’t worth it

“A kiss” a What?

“What?”

“I don’t repeat myself sweetheart!” He looked like a devil

“Daryl is here, your wives are here! My brother is here!” I said panicking, his hand around me tightened and he pulled me more into him that I was against his flat hard chest, my heart beat quickening, my heart about to jump out of my chest

“You are my wife.” He hissed dangerously “I don’t fucking care about other people, so will you kiss me or should I take Carl and leave?”

If I didn’t kiss him who knows what he would do to Carl? Right?

But Daryl was here

Negan wants me to kiss him to prove a point to Daryl

To break Daryl’s heart

To show Dee that even I now belonged to him

Daryl is my love

But Carl is my brother

By now everyone is watching us intensely, my face was growing red with heat and I was uncomfortable.

I hate Negan

“Sweetheart we don’t have all day!” He said

“Okay.” I whispered but he still heard it

I knew because his next action after smirking and winking at both my brother and old love didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the room

One hand on my waist holding my right where he wanted me and the other hand cupping my cheek as his finger trailed the outline of my lips, his eyes drifting to them

“I’m gonna fucking enjoy this!” He smirked making my heart race faster

“Get it over with!” I tried to appear confident like it didn’t matter but the truth was I was shaking under his touch

He leaned before taking a second and pausing, his face inches away

In less than a second his lips were on mine, He kissed me softly, I could smell the tabaco on his beard, and taste the whiskey in his mouth. He smelled like sex and death, fear and strangely…. love? My body went completely still for a second before I lost control.

My hands had mind of its own as it reached to him. One hand in his hair as my fingers tug at his roots. His hair totally smooth and soft

The other on his neck pulling him closer into me.

The kiss wasn’t rushed wasn’t punished wasn’t sick. It was soft and caring, he nibbled at my bottom lip giving it a small bite as his tongue danced with mine

His hand on my waist tracing the counter of my body, giving my body a high of its own.

Dwight coughed awkwardly and that’s when I regained control on my body

I pulled away from him, my eyes still closed, because the moment I had to open it, I had to deal with the reality

I never felt like this

Never kissed like this

I opened my eyes after what seemed forever and looked at Negan

His eyes held some emotion I couldn’t pinpoint and it was gone as fast as it came

The smugness was back as he smirked and licked his lips

“If I knew your mouth kissed like that I would have never fucking stopped kissing those sinful lips!” He said loud and clear for the entire room to hear it

I turned away, small blush coating my cheeks as I by mistake locked eyes with Daryl.

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Chapter 4

Rick and Dick wake up sometime in the late afternune wrapped in weachother’s arms and covered in various sex goos.  As Rick woke up he was loathe to move, enjoying the soft warmth of his lover.  Reching under his pillow he pulled out a flask and took a swig.

Dick was awoken by Rick’s movement and seeing him gulping from the flask, reached out her hand waiting for the flask.  Rick passed it over as he leaned back on the pillow.  Dick drank until the flask was empty and then tossed it down on the floor, noting that given the state of the room it probably didn’t matter. 

“So like.. What your deal

“Deal

:Well you kept saying you new more than god while we were fucking, also there are like 20 robots in her

“The arent’ robot-not that you would understand that, Rick notices that he says that with less venom than he usually would.

“Okay whatever, but still like whats up with you

“Woah you are really slow on th uptake, like i said about a million times, I am a genius

“Bruh you literally just fucked me after watching me protest cheese sales at the whole food.  Most ppl that engage with me are not what you would call geniuses

“I am aslo self destructive.

Dick smiles, I can get that

They lapse into a comfortable silence for a time.  Eventually Dick says you know, its never really been about the priocinples of the chees

“Yeah I got that when you could nt even give me a clear explanation of what you were protesting

“Shut the fuck ups asshole Dick says but he laughs through it, playfully hitting his chest.

Morty makes an abrupt appearance “Hey Rick I.. but he cuts off upon seeing his grandfather’s naked glory. “Oh Geeze and hides in a corner

Dick sighs, eh its whatever I better get going anyway

“You got a ride home?

“Eh I am not far from my house, I can walk

“Alright.. This… this was fun though right

“Yeah totally, we should hook up again soon.

Dick goes home after exchanging numbers with Rick and making awkward conversation with Jerry as she was walking out of the house.  No one was particularly surprised by Rick’s general sluttiness, but usually he did it outside of the house, so the general vibe was pretty awkward.

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! part two !

! part three !

a/n: finally, reader, we meet at last. this is my first bit of writing in a while, i started this intending for it to be a one shot but this will def end up having parts, if that's okay with you. ;)

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afab!reader

warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. rickxreader, dom!rick, smut, masturbation (f), degradation, dumbification (kinda), voyuer!rick (kinda), weed is mentioned

it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

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Rick was actually kind of glad that morty didn’t come this time. come on, you really need me for this? this- dumb like, errand? he had said, squinting at his grandfather’s figure in the dark of his room, it’s the middle of the night, rick- i, i have a test tomorrow. Rick, pissed off just enough to mumble a whatever before portaling out, ended up going alone, because he didn’t need morty. didn’t need anyone, he would repeat to himself alone in his garage, over and over and over. 

morty was right, however, about the excursion. it was a dumb errand. just a quick jump to a different universe- a universe with a Rick just careless enough to leave something valuable in the open. well, not the open, it was quite hidden- but after weeks of looking, rick finally obtained the coordinates.

it should have been an easy trip- there hasn’t been.. activity in this universe for about a year or so, which usually means its Rick had abandoned it, setting a fire and not giving enough of a shit to watch it burn.

but a world on fire isn’t what he walked into, it was your apartment.

he only needed a few seconds to adjust, having walked out of one home straight into another. he noticed the couch, the various blankets thrown throughout, the plush carpet underneath him. the beige walls covered in paintings, photos- he saw the bowl, smoked through to ash, on your coffee table. a huge difference to what he was expecting- some heavy guarded room or cave filled with traps, something predictable.

the portal closed and there was a silence, a heavy silence. the lamps around the room giving off a warm light were a nice compliment to the cold breeze from outside- one of your front windows is open. the welcoming atmosphere wouldn’t bother him as much if he didn’t know where he was, where he was supposed to look,

who was here.

but Rick doesn't have time to ponder as he checks his wrist, verifying the quiet beeping indicating that his treasure is close. a slight turn of a switch on his watch lights the room, turning into a grid highlighted by blue light. he turns in circles trying to find it, and then he spotted the small shape of the crystal, glowing green. there you are.

he followed the walls, striding through the small hallways until stopping before your room, his wrist’s impatient chirping growing louder. the door was cracked, he just had to push it open, had to grab this stupid little fucking crystal and go.

a small sound stopped him. a small, soft sound, muffled but audible. rick wasn’t stupid, he knew someone could and most likely would be here, most likely expecting him. he thought of a possible ambush before bringing his hands up against the door.

“uuhhh”

that he heard. still so soft but loud and clear to Rick. he moves dangerously close to the door, looking through the small sliver of view he could get. 

you were a beautiful sight. eyes glazed over, fighting from rolling back. one of your hands was gripping the sheets, knuckles white. he shifted slightly, finally being able to see your bottom half, and fuck, it was better than he expected. 

your legs were spread and bent at the knees and they rocked and twitched with your movements, you had started picking up the pace. your fingers now hungrily circling your clit, making sure to hit your favorite spots over and over again. 

you’ve had a hard time getting to sleep lately, the high you get from weed not really cutting it anymore so you’ve now turned to your last result. sometimes you thought about calling someone- anyone, to help get you off in the way you wanted. you’d find yourself scrolling through dating apps for hours, but you just couldn’t, you could never find what you wanted. you wanted him.

you thought about him now, thrusting your hips imagining him there, coaxing you to your orgasm. you remembered the things he said, how he said them

“look how fucking- you’re so fucking wet, i haven’t even touched you. so desperate to cum, huh?”

“you look so pathetic with my cock in your mouth. want- need you to rub that pussy and look at me.”

“if i let you cum i want to hear those pretty noises you got. you hear me? I need to- tell me you fucking heard me,”

you made those pretty noises for him now, head lolled to the side as you moaned, wishing he could hear you, tell you how pathetic you sounded. your eyes are shut tight, not wanting to see anything else but him and you’re getting so close, fingers and hips stuttering as you chase your peak.

Rick watched you as you came undone. your head falling back, mouth in that pretty ‘o’ shape as you moaned. so quiet, Rick wondered if you knew he was there, staying modest and quieting your moans. he thought about going in now, too quick to stop him and diving into your cunt. he imagines how sweet you taste, and feels his cock twitch in his pants. 

you’re coming down now. your fingers are slowing and you’re lowering your legs, catching your breath. wanting to stay in the euphoric feeling, you circle your clit again and you’re so sensitive you breathe through your teeth, “riiickkk..” you picture his smirk and his dark eyes as he’d stare down at you, bottoming out and watching you squirm around him. you want more, you slide your fingers down to your seeping hole and bring your wetness up, resuming your assault on your poor clit when-

“you called?”

you jumped, heart leaping to your throat at the sudden voice. you scrambled off the bed, eyes searching for something to cover your bottom half and your eyes fly up to meet with his.

you never thought you'd see him again, but there he was. just standing there, all normal like you didn’t just moan his name. the door was all the way open now, and you don’t know how long he’s been standing there. maybe you passed out at some point after you came, you thought, this is a dream.

Rick eyes you up and down, completely drinking you in. you squirm under his gaze. your throat dries up, you open your mouth to speak and nothing happens. He grins.

“i..- ha, i didn’t mean to scare ya, sweet thing.” his voice is low with arousal yet he tries to be sweet, genuine, “i’m here because i think you have something of mine.” he begins to stalk towards you, slowly, looking at his prey through low-lidded eyes. you can feel your stomach doing flips when you finally find your voice. 

“Rick? is that you? really?” air escapes as you hit the wall behind you, trying to back further away. it’s been a year, at least, since you’ve seen him. a year since he fucked you out, leaving you a trembling, drooling mess as he left with a simple “that was fun.” 

and the embarrassing thing was, that’s all it was. he had waited for you outside of your job, standing by your car as you came up and it was easy. easy for you to take him up on his offer for drinks, easy for you to bring him home, easy for you to let him fuck you raw. you were obsessed from the beginning, his scent enough to excite you, but when he fucked you it was like the world slowed. it was the best sex of your life and you couldn’t stop fucking thinking about it. 

Rick was close now, your eyes level with his chest and you swallow as you look up to meet his eyes. he licks his bottom lip and sighs, not being able to resist looking down at your bare legs, your thighs. “Yes, but not- not the one you’re thinking about, unfortunately.” 

“i don’t understand,” you whispered, still reeling from the shock of your intruder and also the waves of heat left over from your orgasm. you feel light headed, you just got up too fast, you think, and you find yourself leaning your palms into the bed, folding over slightly.

he chuckled and you could hear the tint of evil. “yeah, heh-haha, your pretty little brain couldn’t even fucking- wouldn’t understand,” his words sting and you want to stand and face him, but you feel his hand slip through your hair, intertwining his fingers with the nape of your neck. “but that’s okay, you don’t need to.”

he yanks you back, crying out as you follow his hand to ease the resistance against your scalp. he grips your waist with the other hand, pulling you flush and squeezing hard, intending to leave a mark. he puts his mouth to your ear and groans and you struggle against him. “i loved your little show, baby. was that- you did that all for me, huh?”

he knows you weren’t thinking of him, obviously, but he loved this shit- he’s shared partners with other Ricks before, passed them around like a hot commodity, if they’re good. but to find cute, innocent, ignorant ones like you? someone who doesn’t know about the infinites, doesn’t care about a different life other than the one she has. fears of the unknown always remaining fears. it turned him on to no end, and watching you squirm in his arms in response to his words made him groan and dig his face into the side of your neck.

your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you whimper against his hold, the hand in your hair now trailing down to your throat. he wraps his long fingers around it and gives it a squeeze, testing. when you can’t help but moan, he rewards you by tightening his grip, nearly cutting your air off completely. your head feels fuzzy and you squeeze your naked thighs together. you feel him chuckle and mumble, hearing things like poor thing and know what you need

he lets go of your poor hip to check his wrist, his tracker going wild to indicate he’s close, he’s right on top of it. to be honest, he had completely forgotten about his mission after seeing you, all cummed out moaning his name. but it started to click for him, and he harshly swiped your hair away to grab at your ear, quickly folding it over. it was hidden, but he knew where to look. a brand of your dimension number. you were owned. valuable. off limits. he couldn’t hold back his amusement,

this was perfect.

[lazarel-3000]

Hue hue hue...

Zenith of Entropy Above You

A RickxReader(femOC) fic

[bohemiandoll84]

Rick Sanchez Robs A Bank

—One—

The first time you met “your” Rick as you’ve affectionately if not with a measured dose of misguidance come to call him, he was dressed in a suit.

Plain black tie, white shirt, black slacks and a black jacket all hugging his lithe body, cut and tapered in all the right places.

He looked like a gangster straight out of a Tarantino flick. He had a briefcase in his right hand as he stepped forward to your open bank queue, and he placed it suavely on the counter between the two of you.

He disarmed you almost immediately as he pulled his mirrored sunglasses down the bridge of his nose with artistic fingers, engaging you with the brilliant blue orbs of his eyes. They were underscored by deep shadows that could be from age or hard living or both.

He lowered his voice as he leaned forward, a sharp elbow resting on the glass of the counter. “Lis-listen, sweetheart,” he began. “I’m going to need you to give me enough cash to fill up this briefcase here. How much do you think it’ll take? I’d say probably around $500k all in hundred dollar bills.”

You chuckled. Maybe he was some gangster. You turned to your computer screen and said lightly, “All right, let me just get your account pulled up here. Would you swipe your debit card for me?” Your attention went back to him when he didn’t move. He was looking at you with a shadow of a smirk on his face, the left side of his blue unibrow cocked. The feeling you got was that he was secretly asking “What are you, an idiot?”

He sighed as if he is trying to reel in his patience with you, patting a bulge on his suit jacket pocket. “Swee-brrrgg-sweetheart, I don’t have an account. I have a laser gun, and I need to make this quick because I have about ten thugs waiting back in Sector-hiccup-ZZ9 to make good on an arms deal.”

Your mouth was now hanging open. “Uh, what?” Oh shit, is he trying to rob me? You panicked internally. The button...Where the eff was the button to alert security? It was only your second month on the job.

His gun was suddenly out, the barrel of the strange weapon surreptitiously pointed in your direction. What the fuck? You thought. It didn’t look like any gun you’d ever seen before in real life or on tv.

“Don’t touch that button, doll face. We are going to do this calmly,” he rasped. “Nice and slow. Go to the back, fill up this case, and keep in mind this gun can shoot through walls up to the distance of a football field. I don’t want to have to hurt anyone, you know like that mother and her baby over there.” He gestured with a tilt of his head towards the customer and child in question, let the horror of such a thought sink in and then continued, “Believe me, my old fart hand is a lot quicker than these dumb ass rent-a-cops.”

You stood stark still, staring at him, dumbstruck. Was this elderly man seriously pointing some Sci-Fy Channel weapon at you and demanding cash?

Your hesitation seemed to push him to some sort of breaking point as he slammed his fist onto the counter and he scowled, “Listen, we don’t have time for this -brrghhh. Just do it, and no one gets hurt.”

Your whole body started to shake as it was wont to do in times of high anxiety, your eyes darting around the bank to the other tellers and customers. No one seemed to notice what was going on. It felt surreal like a waking dream. You looked back at the robber one last time and grabbed the handle of the briefcase to carry it off to the safe in back.

“Good girl,” he said with an approving nod and smirk as you shot him one more deer-in-the-headlights look over your shoulder.

You were shaking like a leaf as you pulled stacks of cash from the safe and crammed them haphazardly into the case. You didn’t count. When you were done, his boon was probably more than the specified $500k. You closed the case and hurriedly came back to the front. He was eyeing you like a hungry wolf salivates over a raw piece of meat as you hoisted his treasure onto the counter and scooted it towards him.

Something took over you then as your eyes met his. You felt a sudden surge of anger and defiance. Who the fuck did this smug prick think he was? You’d probably lose your job now, and have to explain to your parents how you needed to borrow money for rent next month. Your blood began to boil. Who the fuck indeed? Before you knew what you were doing, you’d already reached over and pressed the panic button.

Alarms began to go off. Chaos ensued.

“Oh godamnit!” Rick the robber exclaimed. He quickly raised the barrel of his gun for all to see and pointed it at your head. “Everybody be cool! This is a robbery!”

Your hands were up, but you had to chuckle at his Pulp Fiction reference, which enraged him apparently. “Get the fuck-get from behind the counter now!” He demanded.

Tears were pricking at your eyes now even though you felt yourself grinning like a fool because of your nerves and because of the outrageousness of the situation. You obeyed him shakily, your hands clenching and unclenching as you walked from behind the counter and over to the old man. He quickly grabbed you and the briefcase, his slender arm coming to your neck as he swung you around and pointed the gun to your temple. “If anyone moves, the girl and anyone else who gets in my way will be shot.”

You were aware of his svelte body pressing against you, his thin chest heaving slowly against your shoulders and back. How was he so calm?You could smell the whiskey tinging his breath and the masculine generic deodorant he wore. You could feel something else, and you let out a gasp as he yelled again, “I will fucking do it!”

Your sharp intake of breath was a reaction to the hard line of his erection suddenly pressed against your backside. You bit your lip, excited in spite of yourself, questioning if it was this whole situation that turned him on or being in such a snug proximity to your body.

He shoved the case into your hands and demanded with gravel in his voice, “Hold this!” He reached within his suit jacket with his free hand and pulled out another suspicious looking object that resembled a price checker that vendors use at grocery stores. He pointed it in front of you and pulled the trigger., and a hazy, green whirlpool appeared.

“Come on-burp-sweetheart. We’re going on an adventure!” he said, tugging you forward roughly as you struggled not to trip over your heels. Seconds after that declaration, he pulled you along with him into the whirlpool’s void.

(TBC...More NSFW in future chapters)

[ghouleyeddemon]

I just posted "Chapter 5 /Evil Morty/" for my story "Rick and Morty (Evil Morty and x reader)". #teenfiction

[arcanesupern0va]

Could someone be an angel and offer me some kind of prompt for a RickxReader oneshot? I feel like I’m floundering with my current chapter and I just need to work on something else to kinda give me a little bit of a boost.

You’d be the absolute best. kthnxbai

[arwaaxxi]

Why me ?

Summary- Having Daryl confess his feelings for you, was the only thing you ever wanted in this ruined world. But what happens when Negan shows up and everything changes.

[PART TEN]

MASTERLIST

Characters pairing - Father!RickxReader. DarylxReader. NeganxReader.

Note- it’s going to be a series.

Warnings- Smut in future parts, maybe? Violence. Abuse. Death

Number of words - 1196

Negan might have thought me what hatred felt like

But I definitely thought Daryl what betrayal felt like

When my eyes locked with his, I could see the damage that kiss made

He wasn't disgusted by me as much as he was disappointed and hurt I could see it all in his face 'Is this who you are now?' I could read his mind without him opening his mouth

He was ashamed of me and I couldn't blame him He probably thinks me and Negan has many other kisses maybe we went beyond kissing. He wouldn't know

"Have you ever seen titties before kid?" I looked away from Daryl and that's when I saw Negan standing next to Carl

His arm around my brother's shoulder as he pointed at one of his wife

The anger in me refueled as I charged towards them

I yanked his arm away from Carl before giving him a poisons glare

"Don't objectify him!" I hissed "He is just a little kid!"

"Oh sweetheart, Carl here is a young man! He should do what boys his age do and site a little porn, don't you think?" He smiled as he ran his tongue over his lips

"Don't say all that in front of my brother!" I hissed angrily "you said you would let me talk to him, so let me!"

"Very well, I keep my word! But first I have to take care of a little business!" He smirked "ex-cu-se me Y/N!" He sang as he strode towards Sherry who wasn't very far from where I stood

I stroke Carl's arm assuringly as I gave him a soft smile, but he looked at me with anger as he pulled out of my grasp turning his face away

My brother hated me and I couldn't blame him He might as well have came here to rescue me and here he finds me kissing the person who killed his family

I would hate me

"So it's you and him now huh?" Daryl said quietly next to me

"Dee--"

"Don't!" He hissed angrily "Dont say you did this for me, don't say you did this for anyone but yourself!"

"What are you--"

"We all saw how you kiss him, what is it now? You have feelings for him? Is that what it is? He gives you new clothes and a shower and you owe him now? Or does he fuck you so good you can't get enough?" By now Daryl was yelling and the room was back staring at us

I could see Negan in the corner looking at the situation with amusement

"Answer me!" Daryl said grabbing my arm forcing me to look at him

I knew I had fear in my eyes, not just fear but shame and shock

Never did I expect Daryl to tell me these words

"Don't talk to her like that!" Carl snapped as he pushed Daryl away from me, coming between the two of us "Stop it!"

"I'm disappointed in you Y/N" Daryl said "I thought you were better than this!"

"Ohhhh--kaaaay!! Simon give Daryl a time out!! I think he needs some space!" Negan said and Simon pulled Daryl away from us, disappearing behind the big doors

I looked at Negan who smirked at me before turning to Sherry

"Did Amber sleep with Mark?" Be asked and my eyes went wide

This is why she was acting weird This is why she was jealous of me She thought I had it better Oh Amber, what have you done

"What we speak about when you are not here is non of your business!" I heard Sherry say and I was impressed, this was no longer the scared women I met in the woods with Daryl ages ago

I didn't hear what Negan whispered to her, but I saw how tensed she got, I saw her eyes flicker to me and the to Amber

This isn't good

"Go easy on her." Sherry said quietly and I almost missed it

"Calm down!" Negan snapped "have I ever hit one of you?" Oh god, was he gonna hit her? Oh god, my heart was racing to fast

"No, but i know you, there is always worse!" Sherry whispered and he smirked as he walked towards me smirking

"Dwight!" He called out and Dwight was next to me in a blink "Take the little future killer to my room, and make sure he doesn't escape!"

"I will go with him!" I said as I grabbed Carl's hand

"No, you will go with him when I go to him! For now you stay here!" He said as he motioned for Dwight to move, Dwight grabbed Carl's arm and walked out

Negan walked away from me making his way towards Amber and Sherry stood next to me

"What will happen?" I asked her

"She got to options" she answered me

"They are?"

"Go to back to Mark and work for points...."

"What's the second option?" I asked

"Do you know what does that mean?" Negan hissed and Amber nodded  "Do you?" He yelled

"What does it mean?" I asked but Sherry stayed quite, as if living her own nightmare

"Yes Negan, I love you." Amber whimpered

What have you done to them Negan, how could you break them like this? What twisted game have you kept them through?

"I love you to darling, I don't even know why are you crying!" He gave her his sick smile as he wiped away her tears

He got up and walked towards me snickering "After you, sweetheart!" He said as he extended his hand in front of him

I walked in front of him as he soon started walking next to me, swinging Lucile around

"How is Daryl?" I asked him, I knew he wouldn't answer yet I wanted to ask him

"I don't think my wife should ask me about another men!" He said a smile playing on his lips

"I don't think my husband showed keep blackmailing me using the people I care about yet here we are!" I shot back

"Wow sweetheart! You got a filthy mouth on you!" He laughed as we kept walking

"Will you kill Carl?" I asked fearing the answer

"You are asking about men again!" He said in a warning voice

"He is my brother!" I snapped

"Who killed two of my men!" He snapped right back

"Don't kill my brother" I said softly, I didn't want Carl to die, not now not ever

"I like the kid, I won't kill him but I can't let this pass, he has to learn a lesson" he said

"Go easy on him... please"

"Whenever you say these words, it's never to save your skin but to save others, why do you care so much?" He asked me and I could see sincerity in his eyes, something I have never seen

"I guess its my default." I smiled and he nodded

"I will stand here for couple of minutes, give you two privacy, don't take to long!" He said as he opened the door to his room, calling Simon out as I entered to find Carl standing in front of the couch looking at me angrily.

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