#rick Grimes x reader

[dungeonpuppykai]

Soft-Dark!Rick Grimes | Naive!You

Warning(s): Lowkey Soft-Dark!Rick, you're hopelessly in love with each other, age gap, hints of corruption kink, breeding kink, fluff and smut. Season 4 because that's where I am at.

Rick loves it.

Rick loves you.

How you are amazed from the littlest of things despite the crazy world you live in. It is not even pretentious. You are genuinely so awestruck and amazed by every little thing he does. Before he let you in the personal walls of his heart you would always follow him around like one does their idol. It makes him feel appreciated, for once.

The way you always make everything seem okay just by a little smile and some reassurance. It works every time. 

The little gasp you let out when he does something so simple as lighting a match from a surface, the way you lean in towards the fire by standing on your tippy toes, tilting your head to get a better look at it and then he has to clasp his bigger hands over yours to keep you safe and close to him. 

The way you always seem to have some kind of a cloth on you to clean him with whenever he ends up covered in blood due to an unsavory circumstance or two. The way your body curls into his side as you gently dab away at the crimson spray covering his features while you watch the distant expression in his eyes as he stares ahead, lost in the chaos of his own mind. 

But then his gaze eventually travels to yours before connecting with it and he seems to come back to you at once. Everything begins to make sense once more and even in the most bleak of situations the electric blue of his irises lights up and a smile blooms across his features. 

He is addicted to how warm your body feels pressed up against his, how the tender flesh of your thighs presses into his older, hard, manly and worn out skin. The way your mouth falls agape and darkness of the utmost depravity takes over your doe-like eyes as you gasp and claw at his muscles to keep up with his intrusion of your tight, previously virgin pussy. How a film of sweat appears on your skin and makes it gleam in the prettiest way even in the dull lights. The manner in which your skin trembles where your heart beats and your nerves pulsate furiously as a reaction to his defiling you. The man can do and he does whatever he pleases with you, and you take it with gratitude, your fingers seeking his to clasp around if he gets too much for your young body sometimes. 

The way you take care of his children in your own friend-like manner since you're much too young for maternal ways just yet. Always helping Carl out and doing your best with Judy since kids aren't really your forte. But you still try. Out of the goodness of your heart and your love for their father. He knows you'll make a fine mother some day for the rest of his children. He cannot wait.

Rick loves it.

Rick loves you. 

[connorsblog]

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

˙✧˖° SHEETS 📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

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

pairing: rick grimes x male reader

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

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

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

looking over, i realized it was rick.

oh, that's why my head hurts.

now my blistering headache made perfect sense.

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

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

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

what the fuck?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[moonxnite]

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

[sleepyangelkami]

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

[natti-ice]

A man with a pretty face and a slutty waist.

[kausstar]

i just know they hit that one spot. every time. each thrust.

[xspeter]

do yall ever think about the jaw dropping fics that are probably sitting collecting dust in someone’s drafts rn.

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Y/N: *knocks on door*

Rick: *opens the door* Hey, N/N, what can I do for-

Y/N: *grinning, wearing a witch hat* Trick or treat!

Rick: *confused* Trick or-? Y/N, you’re trick or treating in the middle of the apocalypse?

Y/N: *more serious now* Trick or treat

Rick: *sighs* You can’t just-

Carl: *appears next to Y/N out of nowhere, wearing a pirate hat and his eyepatch* Trick or treat!

Rick: Not you too-

Daryl: *appears out of nowhere behind them, wearing a blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape, excited* Did he choose trick?!

Rick: *scared now* Wh-what? N-no-

Michonne: *walking in with her sword and pointing it at Rick* Trick or treat?

Rick: *almost crying because he’s so confused* What are you even supposed to be?! You’re not even dressed up!

Y/N: She’s a ninja. Duh. Now, answer her question

[movidita]

Was wondering if you could write for rick where reader is young and has lots of stamina so sometimes he just lets her get off on his thigh or ride his c*ck or somethin?

18+ mdni

“Sweetheart, ‘m tired.” Rick groaned, his head falling back into the fluffy pillows.

You whined in protest. “But I need you.”

He smiled up at you, all sleepy and groggy, “I’ve already made you cum.” The older man referred to two minutes ago when his fingers were knuckles deep inside of you.

Naturally, you had a much higher sex drive than Rick. Much more stamina too. He was at least ten years older than you, it was only inevitable.

“I need you,” You pout, hands tangling in the thin material of his sleep shirt, “Need your cock.”

Rick smirked at that— his eyes heavy but a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Baby. . .” He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say no to you, especially not with that look on your face— your soft pink lips in a pout, big doe eyes looking into his, he couldn’t resist. “Alright, but I’m not gonna help.” He pulled his cock from his sweatpants, pumping himself in his hands.

You eagerly smiled, already naked from your previous activities, now straddling his lap and lining your entrance up with the tip of his dick.

Eyes falling shut as you sink down on his length, a string of breathy moans leaving your parted lips. “Oh, Rick!”

The man let out a groan, hands flying to your hips in order to control your movements.

“There you go. Such a needy girl, huh?” His fingers dug into your hips, rocking you back and forth on him.

“Mhm!” You agreed, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth, vision going fuzzy as your orgasm approached. “Oh, oh. Oh, mmmgh, Rick.”

“Yeah, come, baby.”

In a second you did. Already.

Your first orgasm already had you sensitive and swollen down there, your second came easily, the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, clit grazing against his public bone every few seconds. You came fast.

[interloved]

dilf!rick grimes with age gap

description box: rick knows it’s wrong, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

warnings: slight nsfw warning, mostly a drabble , prison!era

RICK THINKS IT’S SO CUTE actually, this little crush you have on him. it’s so obvious by the way you’re always looking for him when you enter a room, or the way you always giggle at his jokes—they’re rarely actually funny but you seem to think they are—and the way you always puff your chest a little when he’s there, as if you’re trying to get his attention.

and he lets you. lets you indulge your little fantasies. lets you follow him around. lets you cling to his arm.

he knows he probably should put an end to it—for god’s sake, you’re half his age! he could be your father! but you’re such a pretty, young thing; such an emotional and sensitive soul and so dependent on him, you’re as cute as a button and he just can’t bring himself to.

you’re a crybaby. so sweet. can’t get anything done without him, but rick secretly likes it, he likes the way you need him to do simple things for you like opening a bottle. he’ll flex his arms while he’s doing it and watch you almost drool over his arm muscles. it’s so adorable, really, he thinks.

or when you need help reaching something high in the shelf. he’ll grind up against you, hand on your waist, as he reaches up. he loves the way your breath hitches nervously and the way your frame almost disappears in comparison to his height.

sometimes you’ll even fake problems. you’re not even trying to open that box, you just straight up make your way to rick, demanding he opens this box for you. you think you’re so clever; that he doesn’t notice, but he does.

you make him feel like he’s young again. like he’s twenty years old and still desirable. rick knows you think otherwise, by god you’ve made that obvious. he could’ve taken you right there at the shelf and he knows you would’ve let him, would’ve let him do unspeakable things to your body, would’ve let him have you. but he didn’t. because he has a ring on his finger. because he has a son. because he has a daughter. and although he doesn’t have a wife anymore, he restricts himself from any kind of contact this way.

but right now, he somehow doesn’t seem to care, not when he has you like this—legs propped up over his shoulders, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, tears and runny mascara on your cheeks and marks all over your neck and chest.

he loves it when you’re like this. so unravelled. so messy. so pretty.

and he can’t help himself—he just has to have you.

[arrowenchantress]

Y/n: Do you ever feel bugs on you when there aren’t any?

Rick: Those are the ghosts of all the bugs you’ve killed.

Y/n: …….

Daryl: Look what you did, you scared them. Stupid idiot.

[rickswh0r3]

holy trinity of dilfs

[twdxtrevor]

Im gonna need a second to recover from this . .

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[grimesthinker]

Stepdad!rick having a bunch of friends over for a poker night or something and you come downstairs to get some water and popcorn, wearing the tiniest, tightest pyjamas he’s ever seen. And ur unaware of the several wandering eyes cause you’re way too busy with your nose in a book, standing by the microwave. And Rick has to excuse himself for a moment to tell you to get back upstairs before he loses it and fucks you in front of his friends…

the stepdad!rick spam is EVERYTHING. i audibly squealed. i am in love with you.

you come down the stairs into the kitchen, a cherry lollipop stuck in your mouth and a book in hand. you take the candy from your mouth and smile sweetly to the group of men sitting around the kitchen table, stacks of cards and half empty beer bottles littering the scene.

"hi, daddy!" you greet rick with a kiss to his cheek. you think nothing of it. you're just being polite, after all. you skip to the cabinet and stand on your toes to reach the box of popcorn tucked inside. rick works his jaw as both your thin tank top and tiny pajama shorts ride up, exposing much of your skin. he tenses, gripping the beer bottle in his hand a bit too hard.

he loudly clears his throat when his friends' eyes linger on you for too long. your pretty bare skin, the way you suck on the lollipop as you put the bag of popcorn in the microwave. the men quickly go back to their card game, not wanting to displease rick anymore. you don't notice it. you bend over the counter and put your nose back into the book, reading while you wait for the popcorn to finish popping.

as rick watches you bend over the counter like that, lips sucking on the lollipop and eyes moving along the pages, he can't take it anymore. he gruffly excuses himself from the card game and treads to you, back to his friends so he can block their view as he admonishes you.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asks, voice in a scolding whisper. you place the book on the counter and look up at him, head cocking to the side in confusion.

your voice is sweet. innocent. what a little actress, he thinks. "i don't know what you-"

"upstairs, now."

your eyebrows furrow in confusion and your bottom lip becomes wobbly. "but i-"

"now."

you know he means it. you do as he says, pouting and stomping up the stairs to your room. he excuses himself again and follows you, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

minutes later, your pajama shorts and panties are thrown to the ground, thighs pushed to your chest. you weep as his cock thrusts into your slick cunt, deeper and deeper. "m'sorry! was jus' being nice!" you cry, eyes teary and swollen lips pouty.

what a sight it was. you, the picture perfect embodiment of innocence, taking your step father's cock on your pretty pink bed while his friends wait downstairs. you whine and cling to him, moaning when his cock brushes against your g spot.

"open." he ignores your apologies and holds your jaw with his big hand, spitting on your tongue when you stick it out like the good girl you are.

he gives a slight nod so you can swallow, eyelashes fluttering up at him. your eyes are glossy, hands grabbing for him. he knows what you want. he always knows. he dips his head down to connect your lips. you mewl as he messily kisses you, nipping at your bottom lip. "fuckin' brat."