#head of crm

[ravenraverequests]

crm rick grimes x gn reader smutty headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whateverisbeautiful]

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

(every Richonne kiss ranked)

#12: The Forest Farewell Kiss (1.06)

Now let me start by saying, similar to when I was making the reveling analysis of this 1.06 teaser a while back, these kisses had me damn near too distracted to type any commentary for this post lol. It's solid gold and I didn't realize til the re-watch just how much Rick is putting in work with this kiss right here, honey. 😋 He can't help but be spirited in his love for her, and I love that for Michonne. And she can't help but give her all when loving on Rick as well, so they really are a magnetic match made in heaven 😇...

It's funny because before I reviewed all the TOWL & TWD kisses to rank them, I hadn't thought this 1.06 one would have made it so high up for some reason. But then I rewatched it and y'all there was no way this could go any lower because this kiss is just passion x100. When I say no one does passion like Richonne, this scene really would be all the proof needed of that, even tho every kiss in my Top 12 proves Richonne has an incomparable passion for each other.

One of the things I always like about this kiss is how, while Rick and Michonne have been husband and wife for many years, post-episode 5 they somehow manage to kiss each other like they're even more married after Rick got down on one knee with a ring. Idk how to explain it, but something about all the kisses in 1.06 just felt married on a heightened level and I love it. Similar to the great off-to-war kiss in 8.01, this is Richonne having a passionate intimate farewell before parting ways to do something risky. And knowing that what they're about to do is dangerous, I love that they kiss in a way that is one; so invigorating and comforting and two; makes it clear that no matter what happens next they're in it together. This was an Us-Against-The-World kiss.👌🏽

I know neither of them is entertaining the mindset that this could be the last kiss they share, but I appreciate that they still kiss like it could be because they always want each other to know the depth of their love. Again, parting isn't easy for these two, especially after years apart and finally agreeing to go home together. So you know having to take on some of this CRM takedown separately isn't ideal for them. But this kiss communicates that even as they enter the lion's den they'll be back together and home soon because nothing is taking them from each other ever again.

I love how much it feels like Rick wants Michonne to know that even with him headed back into the CRM, she is still always and forever his choice. And the way Michonne looks at him after the kiss - that's her baby, y'all. I love how much she loves him. Richonne will always make time for each other so I appreciate that they both felt it's important to have not just a short farewell here but one that really takes its time and goes all in with the passion. The kiss is as hot as it's reassuring and it really is a ten out of ten, which just lets you know how blessed our ship is because that means I felt 11 other Richonne kisses are also on or above this excellent level. ♥️

[flutterbyoz]

'Become', the fifth episode of The Ones Who Live season 1 aired a year ago today. An episode I see as the 'Say Yes' of TOWL.

Rick and Michonne are well and truly back together and Rick is doing everything he can to make it up to Michonne after what happened in the previous episodes. This is Rick Grimes pretty much back to being his usual self, obsessed with, doting on and utterly head over heels in love with his wife and we love to see it!

Obviously, his love for Michonne never faded, ever, but the CRM did a number on him and his fear and terror at losing her had taken over but after the previous episode, Michonne was able to help her man through the bs the CRM had implanted in head and brought him back to her.

I love this episode, I could have done with one less Jadis and Gabriel scene but overall it was a great episode. Rick was determined to shower Michonne with as much love and devotion as he could, from the toothpaste, to the bracelet and then what has become one of my favourite Richonne scenes ever, the proposal/vow renewal, Rick was on it and his characteristic lover boy status was clear for all to see. I also love how we got a throwback to their canon episode and confirmation of what I already knew, that Rick was in love with Michonne before that night on the couch.

Speaking of the proposal/vow renewal scene, I do see it more as a vow renewal rather than a proposal. Rick was already referring to Michonne as his wife before this and I think they pretty much saw themselves as married long before the bridge. The proposal/marriage for me came in 'Say Yes', this scene was more a renewal of those vows and what vows they were.

The most beautiful, romantic and heartfelt vows I've ever heard onscreen. When someone tells you they're yours until their last breath, you know you've found the one.

Andy and Danai really know how to treat Richonners, they know what we like and I love the fact that what we like and want is also what they like and want for the characters too. We really lucked out with them as ship captains, I've never won this hard with a ship before.

This episode also saw the end of Jadis, I can't say I was sad to see her go, I was never a fan of her especially as she was the one who took Rick from his family all those years ago, but I thought her death was well done and at least she got to give Rick the ring, so she did one thing right!

Episode 5 is full of Richonne, much like 'Say Yes', this had a honeymoon feel to it. After the previous episodes, full of high emotion, tension and a rift between Rick and Michonne, this one felt a little lighter, as light as an episode in this franchise can be despite Jadis's death, and it was amazing to see Richonne back to their usual selves and it set up the finale perfectly.

Richonners were well and truly fed with TOWL and this episode is home to many of those feasts, a romantic road trip, presents, secluded cabins and a vow renewal in the woods, what more could we want? Well, maybe a reunion with their kids but that may have to wait until the next episode!

[lilgoblinbitch]

r.g. crm head canons

18+. first time writing headcanons, and first edit i ever made below (please do not steal or copy) ☻

MDNI

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imagine sergeant major rick grimes training you, how he places his hands on your waist which would inevitably send shivers down your spine. he lightly grasps your arms as he positions your body in the right stance. every time he did this, your knees wobbled.

"good work, soldier." you'd blush from hearing him praise you after getting his instructions right. eventually the longer you trained the more skilled you became, and rick didn't have a reason to guide you anymore. you ended up missing his hands on you, and the proximity of his body behind you. but you know that physical touch from rick wasn't gone forever, because at least three times a week he'd come over to your apartment and touch you in much more intimate ways than he did during training...

you are always wet for this man. it's like he has some sort of spell casted upon you. and he was invariably aware of his effect on you. sly bastard.

but you also had a strong effect on him; the way you wrapped around him when he pounded into you, the melody of your sweet moans like a siren song pulling him in, how you always invited him into your apartment just from that look in your eye — he truly couldn't get enough of you.

when you're a good girl for the sergeant, he would gift you with his tongue dancing around your sweet hole and his finger flicking your throbbing clit. he would plunge two fingers into your hole and hit that same spot every time. "so good for me, sweetheart," he'd coo after you came on his lips.

if you 'misbehaved,' as in snap at him or misread his orders, your nights of loving turned into nights of rough fucking. "you need to learn how to follow orders;" or, "you can't be behaving like that, in front of everyone. fuckin' slut, bending over like this-" to which he'd fold you over the table with his stiff crotch pressing against your ass. regardless of the incident, rick just had to reiterate how serious he was about his authority over you.

i cannot stress this enough — rick is an ass man. he's always finding a chance to sneak a gander at your ass. whether you're purposely bending over in front of him at training or when he's fucking you from the back, his eyes are glued to the way your ass ripples with each thrust of his hips against it. and he absolutely loves giving it small smacks any chance he gets.

sometimes during missionary he likes to hold both your wrists above your head. he loves watching you squirm beneath him, fiending to anchor onto him while he fervently plunges into you.

nothing but sex fills the room, always; skin on skin and breathless whimpers from you, and rick would repeatedly mutter pure filth to you; "this pussy is mine," or "go 'head, sweetheart, let everyone know how good i make you feel." it always brought you closer and closer to climax.

rick loves grabbing your neck, too. something about the way you melt into him just from the feeling of his hand lightly squeezing your neck — made your head mushy in the best way. it was like his way of making you submit to him immediately.

whenever you are close to climax you mewl: "rick, 'm close," or when you can barely let words out from how overwhelmed your body is feeling from pleasure, your moans switch to more urgent whimpers.

rick will let you cum first if he's rewarding you for hard work that day: "that's it, baby. let it all go, sweetheart." otherwise if it's one of those rough nights he tells you: "hold it f'me, i know you can."

when rick is in a shitty mood, or if he's overly stressed that day, you are at his service. you can tell by how he paces the room or always places his fingers on the bridge of his nose that it may be time for you to bring him back to life by sucking his cock. his groans when you bob your head back and forth and how you confidently tease his tip which elicit strings of "fuck" and "my good whore".

[octaviaabadassblakee]

I think there should be a fic where Negan takes control of Manhattan (ignoring whatever else takes place in twddc) and loves it. He's not the asshole he was at Sanctuary but he rules with an iron fist, regardless. Swift to kill, but also willing to listen and hear someone out.

He builds it up, making it perfectly defendable. Safe. The dead are corralled into Central Park Zoo and used for methane. They can't escape.

He sends scouts out after a year or 2 to recruit. Technically they're just putting out feelers, seeing who could be a good fit. But soon it becomes a new kind of sanctuary. Families, children, the elderly. He houses them all. Keeps them safe. Safe...

Until word spreads too fast. Bad people hear about it. New CRM leaders, New Babylon, freshly rebuilt and ready for a fight. And the Commonwealth. Everyone wants what Negan has. Only problem? No one knows it's Negan who runs it.

The Commonwealth moves first, quick to act for fear of missing out. They send their best fighter, best negotiator, best guy for the job.

Rick Grimes.

And when Negan peers down at the dock through binoculars from his penthouse throne. When he spots Rick Grimes, alive and well after all these years? He loses his breath. He blinks, and blinks, and blinks until he figures out the reason his vision is blurry is because he's crying.

Frustration. Anger. Rage.

Relief. Hope. Contentment.

They all swirl around like a tornado, ripping through years of acceptance and moving on.

And Rick, ever the intuitive one, cocks his head and looks up, right into Negan's soul. He can't see him. There's no way. But it's the most seen Negan has felt in a decade.

His heart pounds in his chest as he waits for the elevator to rise. To open and bring him a ghost from his past.

When it does, when Rick registers who is standing before him, Negan sees a wave of emotions hit him at once. Confusion. Anger.

...Hope?

Neither know what to say. How to start talking to a man they thought dead long ago. But that's ok. Because for Negan, Manhattan finally feels like home.

[tllgrrl]

Grimes 68 by @tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones

Summary: After almost 8 years apart, Michonne finds Rick Grimes, the love of her life and father of their children, and he brings her into the Civic Republic Military. For the time being: 1) She has to pretend to be someone else to avoid being seen as a threat; 2) He has to figure out a plan for the two of them to get out; and 3) They have to try and act like they’re strangers to each other instead of reunited lovers.

(The key word is “try”.)

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*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

The steel kill sticks striking against the brick wall rang in the parking lot of what was left of a post office.

A former postal service semi that now had protective grills over the windows led the next herd of the dead, or what the CRM called “deltas”— “delts” for short—into the large space on the one side of the harvest wall.

The shuffling hoard was drawn by the noise and flashing lights mounted on the truck.

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

The consignees readied themselves on the other side, and as the delts shambled to open spaces in the wall, each one was met with a blow that drove a sharp, prong-ended spear (“kill stick”) into its skull, followed by a twist of the wrist that destroyed its brain, effectively and finally killing it.

It was a repetitive, bloody, mind-numbing grind, and some said that it was brutal for the workers because it wasn’t easy to completely forget that the delts were once living human beings too.

Grimes had done his time at The Wall. He’d even become a legend with the number of kills he could rack up in a shift.

It was painted in big letters on the side of a nearby building, for all to see:

GRIMES 68.

He was also well-known for the number of attempts he’d made to do something no one else in the City wanted to do: Escape. Wanting to leave the safety and security of the CR so badly that he actually cut off his own shackled hand at the wrist, only to fail again and be brought back to the Wall.

Time and time again an officer in the Civic Republic Military gave him a chance to join up, and he refused each offer, preferring to be at the culling facility, killing the dead and planning his next escape attempt.

Then one day, he accepted the offer. He traded his Consignee jacket for a CRM uniform. Instead of using a kill stick, he got a fancy, deadly prosthetic hand with a retractable blade. He got all kinds of specialized training, all the perks as he rose through the ranks, and he never had to cull delts again.

But now, after having been gone for years, there he was. Back at the Wall. Watching.

Watching her.

The new consignee.

The dark-skinned Black woman with her hair cut short on one side of her head, exposing a beautiful profile; and locs cascading down just past her shoulder in the back and on the other side of her face .

The woman who, after her on-boarding interview, was designated a Type “B”, seeking safety, willing to work, and keeping to herself, but had the carriage and demeanour of an “A” who was always observing, was more than capable of defending herself, and being a provider of safety. A leader.

Word soon got around among the Consignees that the ex-consignee/now military officer known as “the famous Rick Grimes” had not only survived a chopper crash, but he’d started showing up at the harvest wall. Coming back to a place he’d gotten away from years earlier, only to return when a mysterious new consignee was brought into the CRM.

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

“Hey. Look who just pulled up,” said a consignee who had her red hair tied back with, of all things, a bright pink ribbon that was tied in a bow.

“Holy shit! ‘zat Grimes?” another consignee added, tying a bandana on his head, cholo style, then slipping on his face shield. “He doesn’t have to be here any more. What’s up with that?”

“Bethune’s not-so-secret admirer,” snickered the worker to pink bow’s left, stabbing his kill stick into a delt that sagged and dropped. “She doesn’t see him yet. But she knows he’s there. Watch. In 3..2..1.”

Michonne—known to the other consignees as “Dana Bethune” —stationed at the far end of the wall, continued to methodically dispatch delts.

Then she stopped, looked over her shoulder, and found the tall CRM officer. Standing there, at ease, even with his helmet and face guard on, she knew he was watching her.

It seemed like they stood there, the only people at the wall. 5…10…15 minutes. Watching each other. Breathing the same air. At last…

3 seconds later, she turned her head back to the oncoming delts, and went back to work.

Behind her mask, the other consignees couldn’t see the small smile that graced her lips, or hear her whisper “I found you.”

Behind his mask, no one could see the CRM officer smile as he whispered “You found me.”

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

“You see that?” drawled the consignee to pink bow’s right, continuing to spear oncoming delts. “Somethin’s up with those two.”

“I know, right? For the past two weeks, he’s here. Same time every day she’s on shift, just before third break. Look at him lookin’. Even wearin’ the consignee jacket, the mask, an’ her hair all tucked in, it only takes him a second to find her. And a second for her to know he’s here. Like they’re—”

“Might could be that ass is imprinted on his brain!” laughed a big man nearby with a bushy black beard.

“Maybe it’s because she saved his life out there.”

“Peterson said somethin’ about that. It’s true?”

“‘parently so. His chopper went down. Got blown right outta the sky and crashed.”

“You serious?!”

“Word is it was a scrub with some kinda RPG an’ shit,” a consignee added to the story while wiping a splatter of brains and blood off of his face guard.

“Stop lyin’! How’d they even get that? After the Fall, CRM took over most of the bases out there with a quickness.”

“There was military stuff out in the wild even before everything went to shit. All kinds o’ stuff is still out there,” bushy beard opined. “Shouldn’t be a surprise all these years later somebody has a bazooka or some ordinance hidden away. There’s jeeps, even tanks here and there. I lived in one for a couple o’ months before I got found and brought here. CRM scoops ‘em up quick as they can, but—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. So anyway, the scuttlebut’s that Sargent Major Loverboy there, an’ the other troopers jumped out of the wrecked chopper an’ the scrub starts firein’ on ‘em. The ones he could catch, he slit their throats…with a sword.”

“A what?” bandana scoffed, stabbing into what was left of the next delt’s face. “Get outta here with that BS, man!”

“I’m just tellin’ you what I heard! Grimes was about ta get got, when Bethune comes runnin’ outta the woods, grabs one of the dead trooper’s weapons and shoots the scrub!”

“Wow. Maybe that’s why he’s here all the time,” pink bow chuckled. “Hell, I’d be in love with her too.”

“Get in line,” beard snarked. “You really think those two know each other?”

“Know each other?” the woman laughed, stabbed a delt and shook its eyeball off of her kill stick. “I think they’re fuckin’.”

“No way!” bandana exclaimed. “She just got here!”

<<<Good work, Section 5 and 6 Consignees. Bethune and Clifton, please report to post-shift health check before boarding transport.>>>

“Think about it,” pink bow explained. “Grimes is an officer on the inside now and doesn’t need to be at the Harvest Wall any more. Who’d come back to this shit after their 6 years of consignment is up? Now, all of a sudden, he’s back. Out here almost every day. Why?”

She tipped her head toward the driveway and they watched Grimes remove his helmet and turn completely around to watch “why” aka “Dana Bethune” walk past, avoiding his eyes.

*CLANK…CLANK…CLANK…*

“Oh, yeah…” pink bow grinned. “They’re fuckin’.”

* * * * *

This bit of nonsense was inspired by The Walking Dead spin-off, The Ones Who Live - Episode 3: “Bye”.

Click HERE for the AO3 version.

Thank you for reading!

[thehedgerider]

Folks out here either mad at Michonne or mad at Rick. It’s like y’all never watched S7. Admittedly the season was trash and led to me stepping away from the show, but the key points for what’s happening between Richonne now can be found there along with the show’s title.

It took the CRM 6 yrs to do to Rick what Negan did in one night and that’s break him to the point of accepting defeat. Man spent the first half of the season traumatized, frazzled and desperate to get TF to accept the way things were for their own safety.

Michonne saw the same heads get bashed, saw Carl almost lose his arm, etc but instead of it breaking her, it made her more angry and determined for them to take their lives back. And she was more than a little frustrated and angry with Rick because he wasn’t able to see how that was even possible.

Sound familiar??????

Bottom line, Michonne got her work cut out for her in ep 4. Because instead of the having the 2nd half of S7 to piece Rick’s confidence back together she’s probably only going to have one night, but the outcome will be the same. Except this time, instead of getting a cat sculpture, Rick’s prolly gonna give her Jadis’ head.

[mvth3r]

this thing between you and rick isn't a thing as much as it is a balm. a band aid over your cracks.

CW: 18+, MDNI (smut beneath cut), p-in-v sex, friends with benefits, oddly emotional sex, angst

AN: i loveeeee crm rick, and crm rick loves michonne. i can have both!

you and rick had an understanding.

the crm was a brutal place, intent on sucking the soul out of their soldiers and leaving only the obedient husk behind. there was no space for emotion here, no room for loss and longing, but you could see it in rick’s eye’s anyway. they reflected your own.

he had lost his wife, his baby girl, his family. ripped away from them and unable to find his way back. he was a broken man, unable to heal from his losses and letting the longing eat at his insides.

you had a bleeding heart, even now after all these years. you had loved and lost much the same, still aching for the touch of your husband or to talk to your sister again. you had lost them to the dead together and the pain was a never healing wound, always tender and inflamed. you were sympathetic. rick was your friend, you shared his hurt.

your sympathy was never meant to bring you here, though.

rick’s room was a lot like yours, his bed was a lot like yours, but his touch was not like your husband’s.

you could see in his eyes that you weren’t like his wife either.

it didn’t matter though. this was for the distraction, for the pain.

rick hands were warm where they pressed your legs open, making space for him to settle against you. he’d long since rid you of your clothes, and you of his, tossing them around the room unceremoniously while his lips pressed insistently against yours.

you could taste the whiskey on his tongue when he licked into your mouth, the stubble of his beard scratching pleasingly at your chin. rick moaned into your mouth, his cock throbbing against your heat. it made you slick, your hips grinding up to meet his.

rick’s lips slid down your jaw and he nipped at the curve of your throat.

it wouldn’t leave a mark. he never did, he knew how you felt about it. what this was and what it couldn't be.

you pushed at his shoulders, battering down the flare of emotions, “come on, rick.”

his pupils were blown when he pulled back to meet your eyes, drawling out a hesitant, “you sure? i can-“

you shook your head and hooked one of your legs around his waist, “now, rick. want you to fuck me.”

rick’s head bowed to rest on your shoulder and you thought for a moment that he would deny you, but his hand loosened from your thigh, drifting down to wrap around his hard length and line himself up.

rick pushing into you always made you a bit hazy at first. he was bigger, thicker than your husband, and the stretch hurt so good that you were addicted to it, letting him fuck into you without using his fingers to get you ready first.

and rick was the same. he hissed a breath through his teeth as he seated himself inside you, his hands coming up to rest at your waist. he thrust his hips just a little, experimentally, and a small smirk curled the corner of his mouth at your answering whimper.

your body arched up into his chest, your mouth finding his ear.

“go on, rick,” you whispered, “use me.”

rick doesn’t hesitate like he did before. he knows what you want, what you like, what you’re giving him. he’s long past the point of pretenses, no, rick indulges.

his hips snap forward roughly, and a groan rumbles in his chest. his hands clamp down like a vice around your waist, keeping you in place to take his thrusts.

“so fuckin’ tight, baby. like i never been in this pussy,” he grunts, the squelch of your wetness almost loud enough to drown him out. you don't respond other than to clench around him anyway, the words lighting a fire in you.

“god, yes- that’s good,” you moan back, hands scrambling for purchase on his back. his muscles flex under your hands.

it never takes long like this. you’re a simple woman, never one for fanfare, and rick is hitting all the right spots. you feel your orgasm rising in your stomach like a wave. you want to hold out for him on principle, but you don’t even know what the principle is.

rick can tell anyways, he always can, and he leans down to mouth at your neck, muttering, “i can feel you, darlin’, come on, come for me.”

your orgasm washes over you moments later and you let it take you, moaning unabashedly in rick’s ear. your body falls limp beneath him, but you hold him to you before he can pull away.

“take what you need, rick,” you mumble, one hand raising higher to brush a couple of chocolate curls off his forehead, “i want you to.”

rick’s eyes search your face like they do every time, looking for discomfort, for anything, but your face is as open as always, sated and dazed.

he pushes back into you hungrily, his thrusts sloppy as he nears his own orgasm. your walls tighten around him unconsciously from the overstimulation and it tips him right over the edge. he pulls out, spurting white over your abdomen as his chest heaves, mumbled words and swears nearly incomprehensible.

it isn’t awkward after. rick cleans you up and you gather your things, dressing quickly and bidding him goodnight while you head back to your own quarters. you don’t linger, he doesn’t ask you to stay.

later, you’re laying in your own bed, finally beginning to doze off after much too long thinking and staring at the ceiling when your eyes flutter back open. you think about rick when he came, leaning over you, chest heaving, sweat beading at his brow.

he’d said your name.

[siancore]

People really out here angry at Michonne because she wants out from under the CRM. She can't follow orders. She was smirking when Thorne was talking. She's messing up Rick's plan to keep her safe. She's putting everyone they love in jeopardy. Blah blah blah. Rick, god love him, has not explained to Michonne why he can't leave. Has not explained that Jadis took him; that they had a deal. That their family is under such a serious threat.

Remember, Michonne didn't just traipse up there and fuck up everyone's plans. Rick's the one who put the gun to Michonne's head and made her go along with the subterfuge. Michonne just wants her family back together. Now she has to stand around and listen to some woman she doesn't know calling Rick her family. Has to see Jadis there looking fucking smug and then have Rick tell her they're broken and over? After he insinuated that Michonne didn't love him? And people are angry at Michonne? I am not even surprised by any of this. Michonne deserves to fuck shit up. She deserves the whole world.

[wrtzia]

Don’t - CRM!Rick Grimes x CRM!Reader

Summary ; Where Reader try to know why Rick wants to leave so badly

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Your eyes were looking at him, your brain trying to figure him out. He was one of the only ones who tried to leave, to the point of cutting his hand off. You couldn’t really understand why. There was everything here ; food, protection, water, warm clothes. You didn’t find any reason to leave. This man seemed to be the opposite of you, he didn’t seem to find any reason to stay.

And you made it your mission to figure it out. Figure why. 

You stood up from where you were sitting, your feet carrying you to the bench he was himself sitting on. “Mind if I sit ?” the man simply nodded, probably not thinking much about it. He seemed lost in his thoughts as you took a seat.

You scanned his face, taking in the way he seemed exhausted, the way he seemed sad. His not missing hand was full of tiny scars, his finger honored by a ring you supposed to be an alliance. “You’re Rick Grimes, right ? The one who tried to leave this place a loooot of time.”

The look on his face was enough to tell you he wasn’t really into talking, at least not about himself. Nonetheless, you couldn’t stop yourself. You needed to know more, you were amazed by him for some reason. No matter when or how, you would know. You slowly told him your name, your voice soft as you kept talking. “So, what is your reason ? What makes you want to keep leaving even after you keep failing?”

Silence. The only thing he did was looking at you, his expression serious, not letting any words leave his mouth. Your eyebrow frowned, your eyes met him. You wouldn’t stop there, and something told you he knew that. “Me, for example, I wanna stay here because we are safe, we get food, a house, we’re not alone, we even have a job. I take care of the walkers and I'm allowed to go out sometimes to find supplies !”

“I had all of that too.”

The words leaving his mouth surprised you, a smile still crossing your lips. You kept your ears wide open as more words came out of his mouth. “This place isn’t what all of you say it is. The people all of you cherish so much aren’t who you think they are.”

Your smile fell, one of your eyebrows raising, “is that so ?” and your brain started to think about his words. They weren’t who you thought they were, is that right ? You saw the sincerity in his eyes, heard it in his voice. You let yourself think for a few minutes, thinking about the way the Major and the others were acting or talking, nothing suspicious coming in your mind. Eventually, a question popped in your head, one you knew he probably wouldn't like. Even knowing this, you couldn't stop the words from coming out of your mouth

“Do you have a family ?” 

His face fell, his mouth closed and his eyebrows frowned. Suddenly you felt like you hit a nerve, your own face softening, followed by your voice. “Sorry, none of my business.”

He let out a sigh, hand meeting his grey hair. “My family is out there. That’s why I have to leave. They need me and I need them.” The two of you then met eyes, your gaze softening when you sensed the pain in his.

“I get it. I have no one, perhaps that’s why I love it here.” Your head turned to look at the look in front of you, “Maybe I could help you leave ?” 

You felt his head turn towards you, your head doing the same. You were met by his widened eyes, shock filling him. “You would ?’’ and you shrugged, your head turning back to the water.

“I have nothing to lose.”

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[4thenorthstar]

cookies and...beth? 🍪

in the walking dead, if you hear a word more than once, you should look into it, that's a given. that's what i did with the word cookie.

there is this kid in alexandria, forgot his name, he is obsessed with cookies, he literally begs carol for a cookie. i did not think anything of it in the beginning. until this:

mess by emily

i don't have a refined theory or something like that but maybe someone will based on this. i looked into the history, origin of cookie but i couldn't find anything tangible besides the gingerbread man.

that's why first, the story itself:

fox eats the gingerbread man. -> dawn shoots beth.

foxes are usually described as tricksters, so the definiton fits dawn in my opinion. however, we know that (hopefully, let's say) it's not the end for beth. so what then?

let me introduce you, john dough a.k.a the gingerbread man from the wizard of oz. also, do you remember john dorie from ftwd? the man who is full of faith and hope and likes candies? i do not believe in coincidences anymore, though i don't know about you.

john dough is immortal, so he has an enemy. i couldn't find the account but i remember a very long post about beth being related to some kind of cure. *side eye emoji*

in additon, this gingerbread man is baked for a celebration, right? what if crm wanted to use beth as a puppet, a frontier for themselves to show people they meant no harm? that they actually found a cure? beth wouldn't want to be associate with them or help them in any way. that would be a reason for her to run away, or fake her death to get away.

when john dough runs away, or tries to run away from this enemy, he first leaves america.

he lands on a place called the isle of phreex and meets chick the cherub who is a prisoner in phreex. together, they find a way to escape from ali dubh.

i've noticed that even tough this is a totally fantastic world, they always use some kind of flying machine, such as rockets. we've seen the same thing in ftwd, a spin-off about faith and hope. planes and balloons rather than usual vehicles are emphasized heavily if you ask me.

through the end, john dough sacrifices his left hand, which most of it is already eaten by the mifkets, to save a character called princess. alicia from ftwd also loses her left hand, and she symbolizes hope and faith like beth. also, beth is shot in the left side of her head. another coincidence?

later on, john dough becomes the king of hiland and loland.

the end.

[whateverisbeautiful]

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

(every Richonne kiss ranked)

#3: The Tryst Kisses (1.02)

The kisses in my Top 3 are something serious, y'all. ❤️‍🔥 Like the best of the best, not just for Richonne but for media imo. Every kiss in my Top 10 is on another level, it's just something about these Top 3 - I don't think any love story in media could top these kiss scenes for me. It's unparalleled heat and passion and love in such a raw, authentic form and captivates like no other. Also, I always love Hungry Richonne, and baby, they're straight-up voracious in this wonderful 1.02 hangar scene that gives us several 🔥 kiss moments...

I of course adore Richonne's 6.10 kisses which are absolutely Top 3 worthy. But this secret rendezvous scene ended up making the Top 3 because it has a few different kiss moments and I felt all of them are so deserving of this highly ranked spot. There's something so sweet & sexy about knowing these two have to keep their marriage a secret in the CRM, but even then that can't stop them from finding a private moment to just douse each other in love between these vehicles.

I love that the hotness begins even before they walk into this place, as Rick makes a beeline to Michonne in his CRM helmet and takes her arm to lead her into this area. Rick was a man with a plan leading into this scene and the plan was not an escape plan just yet but rather a 'ravenously make out with my wife' plan. And well...mission accomplished. 😌

I love that this is the level of energy and intense passion Rick and Michonne both bring to their kisses after being only the second time in front of each other since reuniting. I get why we never saw a scene of the two having to clarify that they haven't moved on or explored other relationships over the years, because they stayed kissing each other in a way that communicated it's always only been them for each other even while apart.

Rick not even waiting for Michonne to confirm the coast is clear before he grabs her, and Michonne instantly reciprocating as she wraps her arms around him - perfect. 👏🏽 Leaning against the vehicle as they make out and Rick protecting Michonne's head with his arm - perfect. 👏🏽 Introducing us to Richonne's penchant for moanversations - perfect. 👏🏽

And then after Rick quickly tells Michonne that the CRM believed her "Dana" act, I adore the way they immediately resume kissing and pulling each other as close as can be like they're trying to morph into one. These kisses really were giving greedy, y'all. 😋 I love that they executed each kiss in a way that made it genuinely feel like Rick and Michonne have gone years starved of each other's kiss and now that they're back in each other's arms they're insatiable and can't get enough of each other.

I also love how Rick was so into it that he's still kissing her even as Michonne turns to acknowledge his missing hand. Then Richonne proceeds to have a really intriguing, touching, and motivating conversation. But of course, this scene wasn't gonna end with talking. No, this great scene ends with a great kiss as Rick eagerly returns to kissing Michonne upon hearing her talk like the A he knows and loves, assuring him they're in here together now and they're going to get home.

Also, I was thinking about it and since the CRM doesn't let in As that means Rick hasn't really been around anybody who truly matches his energy in years since being with his family of As back home. So while Michonne being an A greatly concerned Rick because of what the CRM might do to her, I think at this moment it probably felt good to be back with someone who's got the same A DNA that he does. And not only that - it's his absolute favorite A. No wonder all he can do is respond to her statement with passionate kisses. 😊

I love the continued hunger of those final kisses and the way Rick can just never get enough of Michonne. Once again Michonne is always good at quickly matching the energy and I love how passionately this closing kiss communicates both of their love and devotion. The way they intimately hold each other after too. 🥹 They'd gone so long without their other half and you can just feel how they feel more whole now that they're back together. That missing part of their heart has returned and it's the most natural thing in the world for them to be back to loving each other like this.

What lies ahead of them after this moment is daunting and the uncertainty and overwhelm are evident, especially from Rick - but as they kiss and stay in this embrace, you can feel the transfer of empowered hopeful energy & strength they're giving each other as being together has already slowly but surely begun bringing these soulmates back to life. ♥️

[stillaswind]

Analysis of Emily Kinney’s song/music video: When the midnight fireworks start.

And my prediction of how Daryl will first see Beth is based on this song and her song Easy.

We all know Daryl and Beth’s romance is a big fat slow burn.

Matches and gasoline leaks refer to an explosion.

People so shiny and pretty could be referencing the people in the CRM or an organization like it. They appear to be perfect but it’s all superficial.

This song is over 4 years old so we had to give her a few more years.

I think she is the fire that we can’t stop and bridges remind me of Rick and his separation of his family, and we know that his arc mirrors Beth’s.



I think the midnight fireworks line is literal and I’ll explain at the end.

When she is revealed to be alive she will be world famous and her life will never be the same.

Safe zone to danger feels very CRM

The light at the end of the tunnel

Again when she is revealed it will make worldwide news.

Ok so now my prediction of how Beth will be revealed to Daryl. I noticed that in this song and in her song Easy, (I’ve done an analysis on this song as well) she refers to Midnight.

Easy Corus:

The line: when the midnight fireworks start, everybody will know my name. Many of us seem to agree that Beth will be Daryl’s Christmas gift from Santa Claus. The majority of the population of Spain are Catholic and they celebrate Christmas at midnight on Christmas Eve. I looked it up and it seems fireworks are often a part of the celebration. Also Midnight symbolizes a new beginning. So I believe she may be revealed at midnight on Christmas during a fireworks show. I mean what could be more epic than that? I wonder if Gimple would even tell her his full plans, but it fits in my head.

@twdmusicboxmystery

[lilgoblinbitch]

saw your post about rick and daryl, do you think you could write a rick TOWL smut with him angry that you left your post and got yourself injured and he takes out his frustration on you? idk why just had that idea after the recent episode😫

Grimes' Dominion 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

rick grimes x fem!reader

a/n: ahhh omg yes i actually had time to think abt this for a few nights. i added a bit of plot to this because i love me some backstory & descriptions. but anyway i made this pretty lengthy so if u wanna skip to the smut part just look for the '💋'. here is your plotty smut! lmk your thoughts ₊˚⊹♡

warnings: smut 18+, PinV, unprotected sex, oral/face fucking (male receiving), slight bondage, fingering, ass slapping, hair pulling, orgasm denial, degradation (use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’), language, mentions of blood and injury, angsty angsty angst!, reader is a mother, overall Rick is very rough so you have been warned

wc: 6k

MDNI

It was training day at your post. You had recently graduated from consignee and signed up to become a CRM soldier. It took you six whole years to get to this point. While your agility and militia knowledge were already unprecedented, the CRM didn't fuck around when it came to producing the world's most unrivalled soldiers. It was serious business.

Nearly eight years ago, you trekked a long journey down from your small community in southern New Jersey. You lost everything: your husband, your friends, and the people you lived with and grew stronger with through the grisly and dilapidated post-apocalyptic world. Terrible people – which were apparently becoming more and more common – destroyed your community, leaving very few survivors. It was you and your newborn child who managed to escape safely; you weren't able to go back to see if others had made it out. For almost two years you were alone, and your only hope left was keeping your baby boy alive...

Fast forward two years after the traumatic fallout you managed to escape, you discovered, or rather you were found by, a giant military in Pennsylvania, called the CRM. A military that bordered and protected a whole city of people – 200,000 of them. Out of desperation and maternal instinct, you bargained with the militia in hopes to give your two-year-old son a stable future. The CRM agreed to place your son in a 'nurturing fostering service' within the safe confines of the protected city – known as the Civic Republic of Philadelphia – so long as you swore to abide by the military's code and regulations by becoming a consignee.

Of course you agreed, because you were nonetheless terrified of what would happen to your baby boy if you didn't play it safe with this strong force. But for a while you lost it, you couldn't bear not seeing your child – they took him from you. You became defensive of your child, throwing yourself into dilemmas with whoever refused to listen to you. Except no one ever took notice of an angry and hurt mother because the CRM showed little mercy about their policies. And no matter how much force you put into finding hope about getting to your son, you'd always end up falling right back where you left off.

Soon enough you learned from acquiring an acquaintance that not only did the CRM take the only family you had left away from you, they were the ones responsible for destroying your home in the first place.

But now, six years later, you were predisposed to fight whoever and whatever got in your way in order to see your son again. You were a force to be reckoned with.

"No, you're doing it wrong. You gotta follow through, like this—" your sweaty hand maneuvered the heavy spear, sending it soaring through the air at high speed and finally piercing the bullseye of the target. You turned to the soldier beside you, who, to say the least, looked perplexed.

"What?" You huffed, blowing a loose strand of hair out of your face. "Ya give up? Need a break?"

"’Ey! Rogers, I'mma need ya to head back inside. We're gonna start sizing you all up for your new gear."

A brooding and strict man, Sergeant Major Rick Grimes, commanded the young man beside you. "Uh, yes sir," he saluted, then jogged toward the dome-shaped building.

Rick Grimes used to be a consignee like you were, and you even heard stories where he tried escaping at least four times. No one ever fled, or even attempted to, without failing. Escaping the hellhole was like trying to fit your right shoe on your left foot, it was entirely fruitless. But you heard all the stories about Rick, and how he got to become a leader. After the death of Lieutenant Colonel Donald Okafor, Rick was trained to replace his position by virtue of General Beale taking note of his loyalty to the military. Now, Rick was scaling further up the ranks. He was Sergeant Major, and in charge of the post you currently resided in.

You looked up to him, though, not because he was your leader, but because he understood you. He recognized how it felt to have your family ripped from your hands and not be able to do anything about it. You were able to bond with him. Most nights he would invite you to his apartment and the two of you'd spill your guts to one another over a glass or two of bourbon. That is how he got to know you, and see through your clouded demeanor that you kept in check. You were fierce and obstinate, because the place you were trapped in forced you to be that way, and truthfully Rick admired that about you. He was never able to relate with someone as well as he did with you.

Feedback echoed from Rick's receiver and he lifted it to his masked face, stating his position and whatnot. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to give you an order. "Well?"

He turned his attention to you, finally. "We need to talk." His one good hand snagged a hold of your arm and guided you toward a smaller brick-designed building, which you recognized to be the building that housed the high ranking officials like Rick himself.

"What do we need to talk about? And why is Rogers getting his gear but I'm not?" You struggled against his grip, a decision that ended with futility as his clutch tightened when you tried pulling away from him. You furrowed your brows and grunted in annoyance.

"Relax, sweetheart, you're not in trouble. Actually it's quite the opposite." Once again he faced you, stopping in his tracks as you both had reached the air-conditioned building. His grasp on your arm loosened and then reached for his matte black helmet detailed with red outlining. Your eyes darted across the room, taking in the essence of prestige and momentarily locking in on the various framed photos on the walls, which depicted a few recognizable CRM authoritative figures. One particular photo caught your attention, and you carefully examined it, discerning it to be Rick himself with a shiny black name plate decorating the bottom of the frame.

Your gaze finally diverted back to Rick, whose helmet popped off in a swift motion, freeing his slightly disheveled brown and gray curls, and his stern blue eyes – the spellbinding reflections to his enigmatic soul. And this man was undoubtedly a sight for sore eyes. 

The silence was disrupted by the shuffling of Rick’s boots, his curt footsteps leading him across the room. He pulled out a chair from the corner and without any trouble picked it up with one hand and set it down across from a dark wooden desk. “Sit.” He motioned to the chair, and then found a seat in the larger, more cushioned chair adjacent to it. Without a peep you sauntered over to the wooden chair and sat, folding your hands on the desk in front of you. 

“You gonna keep me on edge or are you gonna tell me why I’m here and not at training and getting my gear?”

His serious eyes bored into yours now, hinting that he wasn’t in the mood for your cynicism. “I brought you in here to tell you that you’re going to become Colonel under my order.”

You scoffed comically and dropped your hands to your sides, gripping the chair with force. “That’s ridiculous. Me – Colonel? Why?” 

Rick’s focus never left your unserious face – one that was twisted with amusement. With a slight tilt of his head, he spoke, “Because you’re one of the best fighters and you’re fit to start leading, I know it. And I trust you, so does Major General Beale. We both expect your habitual commitment from now on.”

While you were still preoccupied with processing this information, Rick reached into one of his sleeve pockets and pulled out a silver badge, decorated with ‘Col.’ followed by your full name. He slid it across the desk toward you and you scrutinized it before giving him a look of disapproval and sliding the badge back to him. You shook your head in defiance.

“No thanks.” 

He frowned and once again his frigid stare taunted you, something you’d undoubtedly gotten used to very much over the past few years that you'd known him. He leaned forward and for a second you could feel the steam emitting from his nose as he exhaled, eyes scanning your face for any signs of possible sarcasm. You were dead serious now, though.

“This isn’t an offer you can refuse. It’s an order,” the sergeant commanded, grabbing the badge reiteratively and this time placing it firmly into your hand. “So take it, and don’t lose it.” 

You remained perched in your spot, not stirring any muscle, just studying his face with the badge dancing across your fingertips. Rick was not going to take ‘no’ for an answer. “Now do as I say, and meet me in that meeting room over there, in 10 minutes.”

You snarled and swiftly rose, shoving the badge into your zipper pocket. Without even giving Rick another look you booked it out the door full tilt.

All throughout meeting with Grimes and Command Sergeant Major Thorne and overlooking your shared brigade of soldiers, your mind couldn’t escape the worry you had about your son, and how you were going to escape and find him. Your mind raced as you tried to recollect what the map of your base looked like, so that you could pinpoint which weak spots there were around the perimeter.

You recall a little while back which security took which shifts at each area of the southwest perimeter where your complex was, but it wasn’t all that simple since sometimes they’d switch shifts around. However, security officers periodically switched their attention to different areas at a time out along the walls, so you could use that as leverage to sneak your way around and cut a hole in one of the fences–

Nah. That would be too obvious, and dangerously stupid. You needed to really think this through – come up with a strategic plan. So that’s what you were prepared to do after your first night of training as Colonel. 

Sweaty and disheveled, you entered your sleeping quarters and kicked the door shut, immediately peeling off your bulky armor and tossing your heavy combat boots across the floor. With a satisfactory sigh, you trotted over to the shower and flipped the handle all the way to the left – you needed a steamy shower to filter out all the stress your body had been loaded with that day. Not only that, the steam would help you think, and you needed your head clear if you were going to figure out how to leave successfully that night. 

If you were going to escape – if. You needed to keep that thought in mind, because it sure as hell wasn’t going to be a piece of cake.

Frantically you shoved a handful of essentials into a black backpack – a lighter, duct tape, a pocket knife, flashlight, and a small glock you 'borrowed' from your trip with rick to the armory earlier. After zipping up the bag you threw on your combat boots and your gloves. You checked your watch for the time; 11:48 it read. The moon was scintillating in the sky and beaming with conviction. You took one last glimpse around the room to check if you had forgotten any extra tools or gadgets, and before you confirmed that you were ready to head out, you spotted something on the rusty gunmetal colored nightstand.

Inquisitively you wandered over to the table and examined a small, white folded paper. You unfolded it and inside it read, in urgent script:

“Meet me at my place at 11:30 tonight. Need to talk again.

-R.G.”

Too late now. Not happening. Besides, you were sure it was another booty call because for one, on busy task days like tonight, Rick often had a knack for ‘letting off steam,’ which meant fucking your brains out. Sorry, Rick, but my child is more important to me than easing your sexual frustration. And two, it was already reaching midnight…why else would he want to “talk” to you so late at night? Rick was just too obvious.

Speaking of Rick…

The man who shared his bourbon with you for the first time two years ago. That very night he had spilled to you CRM’s legacy and the nightmares behind it. The two of you bonded over your mutual grievance toward the antagonizing militia. Rick spurred hope in you finally leaving and finding your son; if anyone could help you escape it was him. But he changed – his interest in leaving the CRM no longer seemed to exist. After all, he was already climbing his way up the military rank. He was gaining power and respect, and that seemed to be more crucial to him then getting back to his own children. 

So, screw him. He had his chance to leave with you, and it already passed – because now you were tiptoeing out your apartment and being welcomed into the darkness of the night.

You were cautious of your surroundings, turning a few corners and eluding one or two officers. You noticed the southwest wall, which didn't look impossible to climb. You discovered a hefty pile of broken shipment container parts – bingo. And that's what you used to climb the wall. unfortunately your endeavor led to you stumbling and hitting both your knee and your arm against the metal object, then landing with your hands scraping against the unforgiving concrete. Fuck. What an idiot you were. Surely someone within about twenty feet of you heard you basically eat shit.

Gritting your teeth and whimpering from the twinge that shot through your knees and hands, you managed to put every fiber of your being to use and push yourself off the ground, only to end up on your ass with a humph. You winced as you peeked at your hands, using the flashlight from your bag to examine how badly cut they were. Blood leaked from multiple crevices in your palms, and you didn’t even bother paying much mind to your bruised knee or elbows because there was no time to dawdle.

“Shit. You need to get up now!” You scolded yourself, but as you tried standing up completely, your knees buckled. Well, at least behind this building it was dark enough for no one to see you, unless they heard you already…

Your alert ears picked up the sound of shoes marching upon the solid ground, and you cursed to yourself; someone was coming, but there was nothing you could do because they had already heard you most likely. “Just play dead, or pretend you passed out!” 

You heard your name being called out from somewhere behind you.

The pace of your heartbeat quickened drastically, causing your head to spin toward the voice. Well, shit. It was Rick Grimes himself. This time his helmet wasn’t on and he seemed to have abandoned his uniform. He was instead dressed in jeans and that black tee that always hugged his muscles so perfectly–

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice boomed in your ears as he knelt down to your level, and you shivered.

You wheezed and resumed your pursuit of getting your ass off the wretched ground, to which you failed. Rick noticed the cuts and bruises decorating your injured body and his face softened. He sighed, gathering your belongings, and then in one swift motion he lifted you up off your feet, holding you bridal-style. You bit your lip to stop the tears forming in your eyes; your plan backfired, you got caught, and now everything was out of your control. You felt so stupid and useless.

Rick shifted around with you in his arms, taking one last glance at your injured figure. “Oh, honey. Let’s get ya cleaned up now.”

He had carried you all the way to his room without any hindrances, and the whole time you honestly thought about kicking out of his tight grasp, nailing him where the sun doesn't shine, and booking it out of there. But the way his strong arms cradled you made you melt into him.

Rick lay you onto his large – well, larger than your own – neatly made bed and pulled your shoes and socks off. Before he could reach your pant zipper to pull them down and examine your knee, you slapped his hand away, scowling at him.

“I can do it,” you promised, although of course your trembling hands reaching for the zipper illustrated a paradoxical story.

Not to mention, the stained blood and soreness reminded you that you needed to ease up on any further use of them. It felt like carpal tunnel. Damn, that concrete did some numbers on you. Your exasperated grunts caught Rick’s attention and he ignored your misleading comment, zipping your pants down and peeling them off himself. The look you gave him could have been detected as either annoyed or demoralized. Either way, your body was weary and your mind still raced with unrelenting thoughts. 

Rick brought back a wet cloth and a first aid kit he kept under his sink. Gingerly, he brushed the cloth over your battered hands and then bandaged them up. You let out a few pained huffs while he went to work on your scraped hands and busted knee with his doctor abilities. When finished, his eyes scanned your body, being certain he didn’t miss any other wounds or minor cuts.

You, however, were busy ogling him; his beautifully sculpted figure that was outlined by the black t-shirt he wore, and the scruff that layered his defined jaw, and the way his pink lips pursed as his rough hand prodded your exposed flesh – it sent you into a trance. 

He adjusted his gaze back to your face, and you snapped out of your trance promptly, painting that stern cast back on your expressive face. You recalled why you were irritated with him in the first place – he prevented you from escaping.

“Y’alright now? Gonna tell me why you were scurrying around past midnight with this bag on you?”

Your hard stare didn’t falter. He tsked at you and grabbed the backpack off the ground, unzipping it, and dumping its contents onto the bed. When he recognized the gun to be one from the armory, it was his turn to scowl at you.

“You better start talking before I get angry, sweetheart.” His body flexed as he folded his arms across his chest, eyes cornering you and making you feel small.

“I was–” you cleared your throat and sat up with your hands on your bare thighs, “I was going to escape, Rick. I… I need to see him…”

Rick lowered his head to the floor in disappointment, rubbing the bridge of his nose while his other arm rested on his hip. He paced the room. “You knew this was going to happen. We even planned it together, for fuck’s sake!” You pleaded with him, emotion spilling from your lips. You stared at his back, watching the way his muscles tensed. “I have a child I haven’t seen in years and I–”

“Yeah, so do I!” He interrupted, “But that life is over, there is no more escape plan pipe dream. Don’t you get it?!”

His pacing ceased, and he waited for your focus to meet him. When it did, he inched toward you daringly, almost wanting you to test his patience.

“I got you that ranking because I trusted you and expected you to be cooperative with me in this mission. I was planning on trying to convince Beale to let you visit your boy but that won’t be for a while. I need your trust in this,” Rick’s footsteps approached the bed, his towering figure intimidating you. “Do you understand? Look at me—” his rough hand pinched the sides of your chin to tilt your head up at him. 

Your lips cracked open to speak but truthfully nothing could be said in that moment. The tension in the air was heavy and laced with despondency. You choked trying to enunciate words as you felt your shoulders drop, and your heart chugging on. Soon you gathered yourself from breaking down in front of him, masking the persistent commotion going on inside the walls of your skull, and the unabated sense of dread pouring over your body. You nodded your head in compliance and Rick released your chin.

This was a confirmation that Rick was never going to let you get away. And if he did end up finding a way for you to see your boy, living under an unlawful and controlling military organization was not something you stood for. With or without Rick, you needed to escape with your son, using any proper chance that swung your way. But if it was going to be without Rick, you needed to be secretive. 

You batted your eyes at him, aiming to give him a reason to believe that you were officially yielding to him. The way you looked under him, all battered and desperate, made a spark ignite in his brain. You belonged in this position – underneath him, following his lead, and obeying his orders. He was going to need to show you how insistent he really was.

Your attention remained undivided. Rick stepped backwards a foot and took in the sight of you – your whole body and the way your thighs begged to be kissed and touched.

“I’m assuming you saw the note I left you, right?” His tone dripping with vehemence and his southern drawl rasping, relaying a yearning to your eager core, which you attempted to ease by clenching your thighs. He certainly did not miss that.

“So you were planning on not only ignoring my note, but being reckless and trying to leave this post and then, what? Risk getting caught and dying and never getting to see your son ever? You need to get your head on right, and I’m telling you this from experience, because it’s never going to work out the way you want it to, no matter how perfectly you think your plan will go.”

You gulped and studied your hands, which were thankfully stinging much less. You fiddled with the bandage, until Rick demanded your attention with his authoritative tone.

“This is the last time I’m gonna ask you to cooperate with me. Keep that in mind,” he warned.

Your front teeth bit into your pouty bottom lip as you struggled to make yourself look uncritical of his “plan.” Rick’s eyes targeted your every move as you, this time successfully, propped yourself up and off the bed, bending down to grab your pants which were sprawled out next to your feet. 

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“What were you gonna talk to me about, y’know….if I ended up showing up earlier?” You flipped the pant legs so that they were no longer inside out.

“I was gonna do this—” Your heart quickened as he neared you rapidly, his arms finding themselves exploring your body and causing goosebumps to multiply across your vulnerable skin. He dexterously greeted his lips to yours, catching you by surprise. The man was quick with it. 

You melted into the kiss while his hands continued to trace your curves, eliciting longing whimpers from your throat. You craved his touch.

Breaking away from the kiss, the Sergeant gave you no time to protest, spinning you around so that your back was facing him. Taking your jaw prisoner in the tight clutch of his hand, his hot breath fanned against your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck come alive. “Originally I was going to fuck you gently, make you relax from your big day—” His hand slid to the middle of your back and he forcefully bent you over on the bed, scoring a small grunt from you. He took your pulled back hair into his hand and with a tantalizing tug of it, he pushed his clothed hips against your bare ass. “But now I’m not gonna be so easy on you, because you decided to go and put yourself in danger. Well, I’m gonna have to punish you instead of reporting you, hm? For your own sake…” 

Your heat practically leaked through your panties and down the inner part of your thighs. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved when he was rough with you. It stirred you up with the perfect concoction of salaciousness and angst.

Still, your alacrity temporarily repressed your aroused state and you barked back at him, “All I want is to see my son…you have no goddamn right to take that from me, Rick,” you cried, with your trembling hands supporting your upper body as he gripped your hips.

Rick delivered a firm slap to your ass cheek, then promptly straightened you up and turned you around to meet his sifting stare. You gulped, feeling submissive under his touch. You watched the way he contorted his face in vexation and you abruptly felt overpowered by him.

“In case you’ve forgotten you are under my command, and if you disobey me I have every right to correct you where I see fit,” he eyed your pout, huffing, “and I fucking told you already – you have to be patient, it’s gonna take a while.”

The hope you had was dwindling slowly, even though you really wanted to trust him. It almost felt like putting your full trust in him was equivalent to playing with fire. You couldn’t tell the difference between the two anymore. But ultimately Rick was right, you were under his command and the very least you could do at this moment was take his word.

His leer intensified. “Get on your knees.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt the command jolt through your body with a cogent nudge. You conformed to his request and scrunched your face in slight discomfort from your bruised knee making contact with the floor, but it was still tolerable. With urgency he unbuckled his belt and wasted no time in freeing his thick, throbbing length. The sight of his cock was not something foreign, as you’d slept with him many times; but the way he was so much more ambitious in getting his cock inside your mouth and feeling you gag around him, made you squirm.

The restless man bucked his hips forward, enjoying the way your soft pouty lips hugged his shaft so magnificently. You moaned softly, the vibration inciting a groan from Rick as he grabbed at your hair. “Gotta do more than tha’. I know you know how to be a good slut f’me.”

You took his whole length in your throat, feeling spit drip down your chin as you choked. You started to bob your head back and forth, becoming accustomed to the size of his dick and how it collided with the back of your throat incessantly. He took it upon himself to grasp your head and guide you up and down as his hips pushed against your needy mouth. Your tongue traced the veins that protruded across his length, as your head quickened its pace. His grunts echoed in your ears and you prepared for his sweet release when you apperceived the twitch of his cock against your tongue. 

“Fuck, yes…good slut,” Rick sung out as he thrusted thrice more, shooting his thick warm seed down your throat and riding out the remainder of his orgasm. He pulled out and stared intently at your lips licking up the remnants of his juices while panting. His hand patted your head in approval.

“You think you deserve to cum tonight?” He taunted, his hold on your hair taut.

You didn’t respond, but instead observed the way his muscles flexed when he lifted his shirt off his back, and how he flattened his hair back with the palm of his hand. You were getting wetter by the second, shifting your thighs in anticipation.

You stood up, tracing your hand over his bicep and fluttering your lashes at him enticingly. He smirked, recognizing that look to be your calling for him to fuck your brains out. Your hands reached down to lift your own shirt off, but he swatted them away in protest, throwing the shirt across the room hastily. All you desired was for him to make love to you, to comfort you and promise you that everything was going to work out, and frankly your sore muscles from training could use as much appreciation as they could obtain. But love-making wasn’t on the agenda for tonight.

Rick flopped you onto the bed, and effortlessly your panties were torn off and thrown next to your shirt. He kneaded your tits with his hand then bent over top of you to hungrily kiss your lips. Your fidgety hands stretched up to tussle through his hair but he broke from the kiss to pin both your hands above your head, rousing a dissatisfied whimper from you. The carnal man bent down diligently to grab his belt and release your hands for a moment, before grabbing your wrists and securing the belt around them.

Bondage wasn’t necessarily unfamiliar to you but you had never expected Rick to ever want to partake in it with you. Nonetheless, your core ached further for his touch. His hand went back to pinching your sensitive nipples, while keeping his ferocious eyes locked onto yours, and lowering his head down to your throbbing heat. The lewd mewls escaping your parted lips sent Rick into a frenzy. You bucked your hips up in an attempt to get him to do something, to give your desperate parts the treatment you longed for, except he just remained concentrated on the way you jerked and crumbled beneath him – he wasn’t even touching you anymore, and yet he had you folding already. How pathetic you looked.

“Rick, please do something!” Your pleas left him unphased. The only thought in his mind at that moment was how rough he was eventually going to fuck you. 

Finally, his finger swiped up your soaking folds and came into contact with your swollen clit, giving it a soft pinch, stimulating a ribald whimper from you and inducing your back to arch off the bed. “What d’you want, sweetheart?” His husky tone intimidated you.

“Need you, please. ‘M lonely,” You sniffed, overworked from all the teasing. He cooed in a mocking manner, and with two fingers he plunged into you, sending you into the clouds. 

“This sweet pussy needs attention, dun’it?” He curled his fingers upward, activating that sweet spot inside your squelching sex. With his thumb he circled around your sensitive bud, accelerating the speed of his thick fingers inside your tight, wet hole. Bliss clouded over you, and your head lulled to the side.

Rick hissed, dissenting your lack of eye contact. He yanked his fingers out all the way, giving a slight tap to your voracious cunt.

“Nuh-uh, eyes on me.” The glazed-over look you gave him was enough for him to give in and slide his digits back into your heat, this time being merciless by the way he finger fucked you with racking momentum. 

Your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, legs syncing with the rhythm of your swirling hips. Rick sensed your orgasm approaching – he ascertained that you didn't get to reach its peak by ceasing his thumb's labor and plucking his drenched digits out of your weeping center.

Your sensual clamors didn't go unnoticed; instead he hushed you, and bringing his mouth near your ear he rasped, "I decided that you don't get to cum yet. Not till I feel like it."

Rick really loved tossing you around, especially tonight. He arose, untying the belt around your wrists – almost as if he was showing mercy, but that thought was surpassed as he effortlessly flipped you around so your bandaged hands were gripping desperately onto the sheets, as if that'd prevent you from losing your grip on reality from what was about to go down.

Your begging hole cried for his further attention, causing you to become more agitated by the second. That is, until you felt his hard cock slap against your ass cheek, and his hips striking the back of your shaking thighs. The grumpy commander pressed his leather-sling gloved fist slightly against your upper neck, just enough pressure to ensure you stayed where he wanted you. You didn't plan on leaving, though – not until he fucked you to your heart's content.

He could take a picture right now, the way your ass pushed against his solid member so hysterically, as if your pussy lived to be stuffed by his cock. In that moment, it did. Rick grabbed his cock and lined it up with your welcoming entrance, collecting the condensation on his tip.

"God, just fuck me–"

One rigid thrust was all it took for you to fully engulf him. Your eyes rolled to the ceiling, stars eclipsing your vision while his thrust followed another one, this time much deeper.

Your whines bounced off the pale room's walls, alerting Rick, who hushed you with a growl, "Shutch'er mouth, the whole building's gonna hear ya."

A third thrust ensued, with the sound of his pelvic bone smacking against your backside and the echoing of your sodden cunt being governed by his greedy shaft. The wet squishy insides of your walls hugged Rick so magnetically, he almost gave in right there.

His pace picked up with each ram of his hips, and his assault to your clit. Your grip on the sheets tightened, bandages likely slipping off but that wasn't a concern. Shy whimpers were trapped inside your mouth as you gave it your all at keeping your lewd blubbers and cusses at bay. Your soft, muffled cries continued as he pounded into you strenuously and tirelessly.

"You're not gonna try to leave again, not ever." The thumping of his hips on your ass and him fucking you into the mattress was all too much for your brain. "I won't fucking let you."

You felt fuzzy. The dauntless rebel attitude you once had vanished, and now your were a blubbering hot mess under a relentless leader. His bulging biceps flexed as his leather arm continued pushing on your neck, the other hand groping your hip and then going back to flicking your clit as his cock rutted into your core. He fit you like a puzzle piece.

Your walls were pulsating and you sensed your climax approaching quickly. "Oh, fuck, Rick!"

"Don't you even think about it. So help me god, if you do..."

Rick's demands only filled you closer to the brim with pleasure, and you weren't assured how much longer you could hold it. His thrusts became sloppier and sloppier, indicating that he was probably close too.

"Mmmph–" You focused on grasping desperately at the sheets again, trying to fixate on the way the soft fabric felt against your hands and your face which was pushed into the bed.

Rick groaned out, whispering filthy affirmations as his pounding became more jagged and his grunts more urgent. "Wanna fill ya up, but you don'need another baby, not yet."

One last press against your clit and the band finally snapped, your juices releasing all over his cock, and his orgasm causing him to grasp your hips roughly as he used your dripping hole to help him ride out his own orgasm. He pulled out, releasing onto your back with a few strokes of his slippery member.

The bottom half of your body gave in finally, collapsing and being suffocated by the plush mattress. Your eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open. He truly fucked the energy out of you.

"You gonna try that shit again with me?"

With half-lidded eyes you simpered and muttered, "Not without you."

[oshlet]

Three CRM light mechs (two snow-dopes, one snow-dope heavy) on patrol in the flats of Sond's north pole, acting as a show of force in response to increasing ice-pirate activity in the region. The North Pole watchpoint maintains a garrison of 15 light mechs at all times, alongside a host of transport and utility vehicles and experimental units undergoing testing in the isolated region.

The Snow Dope is a fairly standard light mech, featuring a head mounted point defence laser, back mounted choke-grenade launcher and normally equipped with an autocannon rifle and shoulder-mounted single-shot laser array. The Dope heavy is almost identical save for additional support servos on the legs, a waist mount for a heavy weapon and its ammunition, a second shoulder mount and a bulked up cooling system.

Most models of heavy dope have no additional armour compared to the standard and are thus marked as priority targets by enemy combatants. Their extra weight and size also makes them less manoeuvrable, making them unpopular to pilot. That said, the additional firepower is always respected and the rest of the squad will usually make efforts to defend their heavy.

[that-guy-is-not-real]

Chef's Recipe Mix: THE RETURN OF THE PUMPKIN RABBIT!

Chef's Recipe Mix 'THE RETURN OF THE PUMPKIN RABBIT!' First I wanted to show off Rachel Waterman. Y'know, the Witch Sheep. In CRM, she's the type of person to dress up as a Christmas character for Halloween. So, Scrooge was the answer to that. She's fairly eccentric without the killing. She refers to herself as 'Old Lady' for sympathy points and/or manipulation to victims. She's at most, like, late 20s or early 30s. She is also pretty talkative, and an over-sharer. For example, when Dino tries to snatch her photo album she notices. However, she actually goes through the album with the kid to show him all the pictures while talking about each person in them. She also isn't afraid of getting her hands dirty in the killing either. Like, normal Pumpkin Rabbit is usually the one with the most kills, but in CRM her and Lorenzo are pretty equal in that department.

Instead of Lorenzo Waterman being a Pumpkin Rabbit, he's The Plumber Racoon. Kinda based off of the Old Super Mario Brothers Super Show, this guy is still married to Rachel. But the ways he catches his victims is different. Specifically, Rachel acts like she lives alone, maybe saying she's a widow or something. In 'THE MYSTERIOUS HOUSE' she says she has friends over when referring to Billy and RV8 (Or whatever his name is) and just saying she's getting her plumbing fixed when the kids ask who the Plumber Racoon is. He then catches them off-guard at like midnight, yadda yadda yadda. He's far less of a, how you say, enthusiastic killer than normal Lorenzo? He doesn't use his bare hands, he uses tools to get the job done, and he doesn't try to prolong much of the hunt. He just gets to the victim, kills them as quickly as possible, then celebrates.

Extra details are things like the Pumpkin Patch scene with Ralph. Lorenzo doesn't even notice Ralph at first, he's working on his back porch. But he turns around to get a tool and sees the kid staring at him in the Pumpkins. So he looks around real quick to see if anyone else is there, grabs the ball, and tries to get Ralph to come get it. This doesn't work, much like the normal one, and he just chases the kid down and smashes his head in with a hammer. It, uh, didn't look very good. Speaking of kids, here's their designs.

Jay has a Jigsaw costume, Paco's dressed as exorcist, Ralph as Elvis Presley, and Dino as some kind of Penguin with overalls. Some extra details, uh, not much story-wise changes. The House is still there, Ralph still stays outside, ETC. Some minor details include (SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE THING YET) Jay and Dino run into the Attic instead of basement. Lorenzo doesn't try to lure Jay out of the cabinets with a Ralph impression. He was dragging the body inside after she knocked over the bowl, and as he lays him on the counter, Rachel tells him from the Living room that someone is in the Cabinet. In the Book-Burning scene where the Mannequins kill the Watermans, Lorenzo and Rachel actually start going ham on them considering they have weaponry. Rachel's spooked, though Lorenzo is more annoyed at it than anything. Jay just tosses the flaming book at them to distract them long enough to be taken out of commision.

Oh, also Paco is trapped in the Attic before this all goes down and gets taken out by Rachel.