#twd Rick

[lunajay33]

My Man💋

Summary: Ever since the quarry there was tension between you and Daryl, but when you get to the farm you can’t hold yourself back anymore

Warning: 18+

•Masterlist•

Song Rec: Flesh by Simon Curtis

You were working around the farm trying to help out anywhere you could when you saw Daryl across the way looking at maps, the sun gleaming of his tanned skin you couldn’t stop starring

“Sweetie you’re drooling” Maggie said from beside you snap you out of your oogling, you turned looking at her feeling the embarrassment spread up your face

“Oh come on Maggie you know I can’t help it, just……..look at him for gods sake” you said biting your lip as you looked back at him, his muscles so big you’d do anything to be wrapped around them

“Girl you got it bad, you need to do something about it”

“Like what? We’ve had this tension since the quarry how do I even bring it up”

“Come with me darling” she giggled as she dragged you inside

“Maggie what are you doing?” You asked as she rummaged through her drawers

“This, this is how you bring it up” she smiled as she held up the skimpiest black lingerie set

“Oh Maggie I don’t know about that what if he turns me away”

“Sweetie if you show up in this with all this pent up tension you’ve been talking about you’re gonna be a goddess to him, come ooooooon do it”

“Ugh fine” you grabbed the thin material and went back to your tent pulling them on them putting back on your shorts and tank top

Going on with regular chores throughout the day until you saw Daryl emerge from the tree line heading to his camp further out

“This is your time girl, go get him” Maggie said nudging you forward its like she was a hawk around you today

You sucked up all the courage you could holding onto all that tension since the first time you both laid eyes on eachother, the way he was sweeter on you than others, the way you’d both glance at eachother and how he’d give you extra meat from his hunts, the brief touches on your lower back and thigh

Strutting through the field with all the confidence you got, he became clearer and clearer the closer you got until you were at his camp seeing him sat in his chair sharpening his knife

“Hey” you said catching his attention

“Hey, whatcha doin here?”

“Wanted to come by, see how everything went” you said stepping closer

“Went alright, found something out there fer ya though” he grumbled digging into his pocket chucking over something you were quick to catch

Opening your hands to see a silver necklace with a little bow hanging from it

“Daryl! I love it thank you so much, reminds me of you”

“No trouble”

This was the moment

“Well I got a surprise for you too” you said a little lower, more sultry

“Oh really?” He smirked giving you his full attention, you lifted you shirt above your head throwing it aside

“Come on Daryl I can’t handle all these side glances and brief touching, I need you” you whined desperate, he stood up from his chair grabbing my hips roughly as he looked down at me with squinted eyes

“Yer fer real bout this?”

“I’m all yours Dixon” that triggered him giving him all the consent he needed dragging you into his tent and pushing you to the make shift bed on the floor as he quickly stripped all his clothes off only leaving him in his boxers

“Fuck I’ve wanted ya fer so long” he groaned as he caged you down with his arms, starting to suck on your neck slowly trailing down to the hem of the bra, his hand busy with unbuttoning your shorts

“Daryl please, I need you now” you whined feeling like your lower stomach was on fire

“I got ya baby” he ripped your shorts and thong down throwing them to the side, then taking off his boxers

He grabbed your knees and spread them wide looking at your pussy as if it was art to him

“So wet fer me baby, ya shoulda made a move earlier”

“Come on Daryl just fuck me, take out all that tension on me” you said digging your nails into his shoulders hearing a growl from him

He gripped his dick rubbing it up and down your slit nudging harder against your clit sending chills up your spine

“Damn I could get use to ya under me” you reached behind and undid your bra so you could feel him all over

He lined his tip up slowly pushing in until you felt it pop, feeling him stretch you slowly until he was fully sheathed inside

“Daryl you’re so big, fuck so deep” you gasped as he gave a little shove deeper

As you adjusted he bent down licking and sucking on your tits feeling it down in your clit, gripping his hair as you couldn’t contain your moans

“I’m ready Daryl, give it to me”

He leaned back as he lifted your hips up so you were at an angle, gripping your hips so tight it was bound to leave bruises

He pulled out just until it was his tip just to shove hard all the way back in make you see stars, he kept going and going hearing his feral grunts the angel he had you at had him hitting that spot over and over, screaming his name desperate to cum

“DARYL FUCK!”

“Fuck yer so tight, love this pussy”

“I’m gonna cum!” You screamed feeling that knot build up

“Cum baby I’m right there”

Simultaneously you both finished feeling his cum coat all over inside as he slumped back on his heels still deep inside

“Fuck were doing that a lot more baby”

“That was a lot better than what I imagined”

“Dirty girl thinkin bout me like that”

“You didn’t make it easy”

“Well I’m yers now sunshine, ya can ride me whenever ya want” he said making you laugh as he slowly pulled out as he watch his cum drip out

“We ain’t done fer the night baby, get ready” he said diving his head between your legs

This man was going to be the death of you

Lmk how yall liked this

[aarxnwoo]

Random sketch of Rick and negan 👍🏼 (not a ship)

[antlergrave]

[leehoney0]

OK?

Female reader . suggestive . Bimbo in the apocalypse!

Bimbo reader! Having to be dragged away from a store as she stares down a mannequin for a skirt you’ve been eyeing since before the end of the world,rick having to talk you out of it.There was no way you could take down all those walkers that invaded the store.

Bimbo reader! Going on runs with rick to help him out since everyone was so busy,rick knows you only come with him so you can look through peoples abandoned closets and you get some alone time with your favorite dilf!

Bimbo reader! Who is only allowed to wear her bright pink clothes when there at base!,rick would never risk you getting hurt so he makes sure he gives you a yes on your outfit before heading out.

Bimbo reader! Crying as you ruined one of your shirts with walker guts,Rick holding you as you cry into his chest.him having to explain to you that you should of left your good clothes at home.

Bimbo reader! always listening to ricks commands if he feels it’s too dangerous,he send you off to hide until he calls your name to come out from your hiding spot,running into his arms to make sure he’s alright.

Bimbo reader! and Rick having a code word,it being the name of your favorite brand,him and you using it since you came across the wrong guy once and he never wants that to happen again!

Bimbo reader! meeting the new recruits,not noticing how they all seem to be staring at your chest,whispering among themself if you had a boyfriend and who would get a chance with the dumb klutz who’s clothes didn’t wear appropriate clothes for an apocalypse!

Bimbo reader! who makes her cell all pink,choosing one in the corner to have more privacy,lucky you didn’t have to share.ricks rooms was next to yours,although he likes yours better.you always found nice pillows on your runs.

Bimbo reader! giving kisses to everyone she likes,thanking them by a peck on their cheek,Daryl who brings you back something knowing your gonna give him one of your peck.. Rick glaring at the interactions.

Bimbo reader! Glaring at anyone who stares at Rick,not Knowing he wouldn’t give them the light of day as he overheard them gossiping,how it wasn’t right the way you dressed,Rick keeping you close to him that night showing you off proudly!

Bimbo reader! Who Wouldn’t stop crying when they all got separated after the prison getting stuck with Maggie,your cheeks always stained with tears not knowing where Rick was or if he was even alive.

Bimbo reader! Not being able to function without Rick,he was always there to protect you.everyone wondered how you were able to survive this long,reuniting with Rick was the happiest you had ever been.

Bimbo reader! when entering Alexandria had a lot of the guys asking for your time,you had been so busy looking for Rick that you had brushed them off without even knowing what they were asking.staring at your behind of you ran off to find Rick

Bimbo reader! Not really having a job around Alexandria,they tried to find you something to do but you just couldn’t grasp much,so they just made you water the plants and crops since that was the easiest thing around.

Bimbo reader! Not liking any of the clothes they offered when you first arrived begging Rick or Daryl to take you to the nearest abandoned homes or shops go find something more appealing.more PINK

Why can’t I just be a girl without someone telling me it goes back to the patriarchy… IKNOW let me live jeez I know!!!! Anyways enjoy inst the best but havent been writing good these past few times

[liliesdiary]

Fuck Your Boyfriend, You're Mine.

Yandere Rick Grimes x You

Requested by @versatilehater

cw: stalker!rick grimes, pervert!rick grimes, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, mentions of cheating, age gap (legal), dark!rick, psycho beard rick, bondage.

word count: 1k+

note: I'm sorry this took forever to write, it was the holidays so I was busy <3 I hope you enjoy this angel 🎀

He was watching you through your windows once again, watching as you danced in your kitchen with that short blue sunflower dress of yours that you love to wear. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about your smile, your voice, and your doe eyes that scream fuck me.

He would do anything to have you on your knees staring at him and only him. He hated the way your boyfriend treated you, he was an asshole who used you for your body. Rick wanted nothing more than to beat him to a pulp and make him watch as he fucks your tight little hole. He wanted to kill him.

He wanted to treat you way better than your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. He wanted to spoil you and treat you like a doll yet you were taken by someone else.

His hands clench as he sees your boyfriend ignoring you as you tried to show him what you baked for him. The way your eyes saddened and filled with tears when your boyfriend walked away and didn't even glance at the cookies you made for him. You look up at the window and notice the older man staring, once again, it makes you shiver.

He continued to stare into your eyes, staring through your window. You started to have chills up your spine and closed the curtains. Rick was gonna take you away and make you his tonight.

Hours passed by and your boyfriend had left the house to hang out with his friends. Rick stood outside your window with a backpack full of tools, waiting for the sleeping pills he put in your water to work so he can take you away.

You were sitting on your bed reading a book decorated with a pink ribbon. You flipped the pages bored out of your mind as the smell of your candles filled your nose. You looked at the clock and noticed it was still early but you were so sleepy, more sleepy than usual. You turned off your candles and placed your book on your table. You cover yourself with your blanket, trying to get comfortable and hugging your pillow.

After a couple of minutes, you start to drift off to sleep. Your body laid peacefully on your bed, you looked so cute in your blue sunflower dress and white stockings . Rick stared at your sleeping body and started to climb through your window. He moved quietly, trying to not wake you up and scare you away.

He looked over you as you laid there, his hands touched your hair and gently grabbed a fist full. He smelled your soft hair, it smelled so sweet, like strawberries and cherries. He sat on your bed and slowly took off the blanket covering you.

He started to unzip his backpack, pulling out rope. He gently tied the rope around your wrist and body. The way the rope hugged your body made him hard. He tied a blindfold around your eyes and gagged you.

You started to move around in your sleep, feeling uncomfortable. He noticed and carried you bridal style. He was gonna take you to a cabin far away with him and turn you into his little doll.

He carried your drugged body into his rusty truck, laying you in the passenger seat as you were tied. He touched his beard as he stared at our sleeping body, you were so beautiful. He drove away to a cabin he found a while back before they arrived at Alexandria. He wanted to hide you where no one could ever find you. He wanted to keep you away so no one could ever hurt you.

An hour passes and he arrives at the cabin, it was dark and the cabin was a little creepy. He carried your body into the dark cabin and placed you down on the bed upstairs. He looked around and checked the place, making sure no one else was here to hurt you. He pulled out his gun and looked at every room with his flashlight. Then when he has cleared the whole house, he lit up some candles by your new bed.

He has managed to bring a couple of your belongings, like the book you were reading, ribbons and bows, your makeup, some candles, some of your favorite cooking supplies and stuffed animals. He was planning on going back and getting more, his backpack was already full of your belongings.

He put the gun down on the table and sat down by your bed. He stared at your body and noticed you were starting to squirm. You had finally woken up and you were terrified. You couldn't move and you started to freak out. He hushed you and tried to calm you down, “Shh don't worry sweetheart, I'm here.

You recognized his gentle and raspy voice, it was Rick. You tried to talk but the gag muffled your voice. Rick grabbed you jaw tightly, “I'll take off your gag if you promise you'll be quiet, doll. Be a good girl and stay calm.”

You nod your head in fear and he released his hand on your jaw and took off the gag. “Thank you.. can I please have some water?”

He smiled and got up to get a water bottle he had in his bag, he lifted your jaw gently and poured the water into your mouth, staring at the way the water flowed down your throat. “You're being such a good girl.”

Your legs twitched at his praise, you can't help but deny the way it made you feel. His voice, the way his rough hands felt on your soft face and that sexy beard of his made you so weak in the knees. You tried to shake the thought off, trying to stay loyal to your boyfriend.

He looked at your body, the way it was reacting to your touch, “You're so cute. I just had to take you away.”

You start to tremble, “Are you going to hurt me?”

“No sweetheart, I would never hurt you. I'll treat you like a delicate doll. But if you try to escape, I can't say I won't be rough.”

His response made you whimper a bit, frightened yet so turned on. The older man always scared you, the way he stared at you when you introduced yourself for the first time was full of lust and hunger. You knew that look yet you continued to visit him, baked him his favorite sweets and cooked Carl breakfast. The way the older man wrapped his hands around your body as you cooked for him made your heart jump, yet you always tried to reject his touches because you were taken. He always hated that.

Now that you were tied up and blindfolded in a place you don't know, you were terrified yet so submissive. You can't help but yearn for his touch, for his beard to touch your face as he kissed your soft lips.

He noticed the way your body reacted to his voice, “Does your body yearn for me sweetheart? You should have just asked.”

You whimper, “No, please don't touch me. I have a boyfriend.”

He scoffs and starts to touch your knee, “You mean the same boyfriend that's cheating on you right now?”

Your eyes filled up with tears, “What? What do you mean? He's at his friend's house.”

The older man shook his head, “I'm sorry sweetheart but that piece of shit is at another girl's house. That's why I took you away, that piece of shit didn't deserve you”

You whimper as he caresses your thighs dressed in your white stockings making you squirm and moan, “This feels wrong…”

“Shh sweet doll, just enjoy this.” he said as he gently took your stockings off your body. You squirmed and whimpered, your whimpers and pathetic attempts at untying the ropes only made him harder.

He grabbed your tear stained face and kissed you, “you're mine. Fuck your boyfriend.”

[twdxtrevor]

Y/N: would you love me if I was a worm

Daryl: why would i love a worm

. . .

Y/N: (hours later) *sighs loudly*

Rick: what's wrong y/n

Y/N: daryl said he doesn't love me

Daryl: AS A FUCKING WORM

[petalsthorns]

I just love them so much

[gerathewise]

my dudes are so silly 🤭 redrawn meme ( not my idea! )

[fantasylandloser]

Talk

Pairing: Rickyl x reader

Warnings: 18+, this is not proofread, dom!daryl, dom!rick, sub!reader, spanking, bruises, mentions of apocalypse, lots of crying, lmk if there's more,

a/n: this was not supposed to turn out like this but in the middle of my horniness, i did the worst thing I could do and got SAD

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It had been seven days since the stupid argument where you accused Daryl of always taking Rick’s side. Seven days of you giving them the silent treatment. Seven days of them trying to give you the chance to make it right. 

You’ve done this before, gotten upset and just decided you were done speaking to them until your feelings weren’t hurt anymore. You’d put yourself in a world of trouble every time. It wasn’t always their fault, you’d always been sensitive and the apocalypse didn’t change that, it just made you deal with it differently.  Unhealthily, in Rick’s opinion. That’s why there were rules. 

So when you’d walked into your bedroom you should have expected to see Rick and Daryl there, but you’d forgotten that your week was up and you just opened the floodgates by not checking in with either of them. 

The sight of them makes you flinch a little and you briefly consider walking back out, but Rick must see it in your eyes. “You walk out that door, you’re only gonna make it worse for yourself.” He warns from his position on the edge of your bed. “And honey, it’s already pretty bad.” 

Daryl’s sitting in the chair in your corner, he’s quiet and even though he’s usually easy to calm down. You can see it in his face that he’s just not in the mood. 

You huff considering your options, deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? Deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? Deal with it now, or make it ten times worse? You decide to make it easier on yourself, unbuttoning your jeans and shoving them off your legs you make your way to Rick’s lap, practically throwing yourself over his knee, not quite ready to give up your attitude. 

Usually, if you have a choice, you pick Daryl. He may have rougher hands but he’s gentler and at the first sign of you crying decides you’ve had enough and kisses it better. Rick is an entirely different story. He can be brutal if you’ve driven him in the direction and this is one of his biggest pet peeves from you so you’re sure you have. 

He’s surprised by your action, but so very gently drags a hand down your back and you know it’s to lure you into a false sense of security so that the first hit is a shock. “You don’t wanna talk about it first?” Which is what they usually try to get you to do when you get like this.

‘Nope.” Rick sends Daryl a look. One  that means ‘deal with her’, because as much as you loved to be a brat to Rick, the moment Daryl said something with even a hint of authority in his voice you stepped in line. You could dip your toe in the brat pool, but you aren’t really much of one. You’re sensible and fucking sweet, which is why you get so upset. They know that, you don’t.

“It don’t work like that.” Daryl finally speaks. You scoff a little, which is bold considering your position but you can’t help yourself.

“Here we go again.” You mutter, jabbing at him when you know better. Rick raises his eyebrow and they seem to come to an agreement in silence. 

“Give’er what she wants, then.” Daryl tells Rick, which seems to be all the encouragement he needs because not even a second later his hand comes down on your ass swiftly. It surprises you and it really fucking stings, especially when he keeps going on that same spot and you know it’s to make his hand print as visible as possible. 

You’re biting your lip hard, trying to keep your cries inside of you. You grip your bedspread, trying and failing to brace yourself for the next one. When Rick finally moves to the next spot, you think it'll bring you a little relief but it doesn’t because it 's the top of your thighs and you know he really wants to make it last. 

On a particularly hard one Daryl gets up, so that he can get closer. He’s squatting in front of you when he pulls your lip from behind your teeth. “Let go.” He tells you, and you do on instinct. There's blood on his thumb when he pulls his hand back and you realize you broke the skin on your lips. 

It takes a while for the tears to come but when they do, you manage for the most part to keep them from becoming sobs. Rick stops for a beat, rubbing over the already raised skin. His hand hot from the constant impact. You’re trying to catch your breath, while he stops because you know Rick and you know he can go for longer. 

Daryl grips your tearfilled face, his blue eyes hard, but still filled with that underlying layer of concern. “You done, or does Rick need to keep going?” He offers you the out, but he still sees that look in your eye. The look that tells him something in your brain is still telling you to distance yourself from them. 

“M’done” You mumble, haphazardly wiping your tears with the sleeves of your shirt, which Daryl realizes is Rick’s. Cute. 

“You ready to talk now?” When you nod he lets it slide because you’re still crying and he knows you’re trying to calm your tears before anything. You get embarrassed to cry now that the world is overrun. You feel like your tears should be saved for when you really need them and it’s part of the reason you’re having such a hard time expressing yourself. 

The constant stream of tears doesn’t stop when you pull yourself up to sit beside Rick, tucking your legs under you to ease the pressure on your ass. You know Rick is still pissed slightly because he pulls you into his lap when he sees the action. The denim of his pants causes extra discomfort for your skin. 

“No more ‘week of space bullshit’.” Daryl tells you still squatting on the floor so he can see you better. “Now on’ if you got a problem, you come straight to us.” You nod again, and it’s the last one he’ll let you do. 

“If you want to continue our conversation from last week, now's the time to do so.” Rick says, you can feel his heartbeat slowing down to its regular levels and the angry grip he had on your thigh turning into soothing circles. 

It takes you a second to say something and you have to wipe your tears once again because they still haven’t stopped. “I just feel like-” Your voice catches and you cringe at the whiny sound of your voice, but you can’t clear that lump from your throat. 

You start over, your voice calmer, even though the evidence of you crying is still there. “I feel like my voice goes unheard sometimes…. and it makes me just not want to talk at all.” Another wipe of your tears and a sniffle. You’re  not even making eye contact with Daryl anymore, scared you’re ruining everything by speaking about it. 

“I know it’s a game we play or whatever and,” Your tone goes up a pitch like you’re about to start sobbing and Daryl’s heart stops beating in his chest momentarily. “I like that game a lot, but we can’t play it everyday. It gets-” You cut yourself off when you words start to shake more than what will allow you to be coherent. When you see the way Daryl is looking at you, your heart drops.

“M’sorry, I should have said something.” Then it finally happens, the bucket tips over and you’re sobbing afraid you disappointed them. Rick is in your ear softly telling you it’s okay, rocking you. 

“Ain’t no reason to be sorry.” Daryl tells you, but inside he’s trying to play back encounters, looking to see how this got past him. 

Rick thinks this is good. That you were long overdue to cry like this. He knew what you needed to get you vulnerable enough to do it, to say what you needed and now you’re finally there and they can build on it.

The two of them spend the rest of the night doting on you, rubbing lotion on your bruised ass. Kissing your temple, telling you that you’re so good, so special, so important. When you finally fall asleep, they both just watch you, both of them wrestling with how they can be better for you. To you. 

[lunajay33]

@deansapplepie @azanoni @writer-ann-artist @ghostboneswrites2 @daryldixmedown

[dirtydixonsgirl]

Want it?

rick grimes x daryl dixon x fem!reader

A/N: dude???? i think i just fell in love with rickyl recently i apologize for the smut ur ab to read but i seriously enjoyed writing this lol. lmk what y’all think???

WARNINGS: cream pie, begging, threesum, rickyl, overestimation, drunk sex etc 18+

“you like how daryl’s making you feel baby?” ricks deep quiet voice whispers in your ear, kissing and biting at your earlobe earning a soft whimper from you. “what’s that, sweet girl? I don’t think we’ve heard you enough tonight.”

it was hard formulating a coherent thought with daryls big arms caging you in, absolutely railing you into oblivion. your senses were weak, maybe from all the alcohol you had consumed earlier, this being your punishment for teasing them all night.

“y-yes.” you koan. “feels s-so good-ah!- dar…i’m gonna cum!”

both the guys chuckle at your state, all worn out, wasted, squirming underneath daryls cock. what a sight it was. rick grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb forcing your half lidded pleasure filled eyes to look at him.

“uh, uh, baby doll.” He denies you. “no cuming, not till we say so, right daryl?”

daryl grunts in agreement. one of his hands was holding onto your hips while the other one was rubbing delicious circles onto your clit making the heat pool to your belly. you whine in response, holding onto ricks forearm tightly.

“maybe if ya didn’t tease us the way ya did tonight, you’d be gettin’ whatever you wanted, princess.” daryl smirks.

they were absolutely enjoying this, a little too much. you were now whining, your orgasm threatening to release as you clench around daryl, making him moan and his grip your hips a little tighter.

“i-i can’t,” you cry. “p-please!”

“please what?” rick leans forward rubbing his nose softly against your cheek. “what do you need?”

your head flies back, tears threatening to escape. this was torture. daryl was hitting that delicate spot over and over with every thrust, stretching you out, filling you. it was overwhelming.

“daryl,” you whimper, head shooting back up, only to have your back arch.

“don’t do it.” daryl growls, through clenched teeth feeling his own orgasm build up. “rick ain’t gonna be as soft as I am on ya.”

and he was absolutely right.

but you couldn’t handle it anymore.

you clenched around him one last time, your hands flying to his shoulders, your nails digging into them. your eyes closed, letting whimpers and moans fall from your mouth as you released on him, following by his own a few seconds later, filling you up.

you catch your breath as your mind begins to spin, drunkly mixed with pleasure. your eyes open to find rick shaking his head at you and daryl giving you a disapproving look. you felt shy under their gaze, your cheeks turning red. but those weren’t the only cheeks that were about to turn red.

“look at the mess you’ve made, princess.” rick says disapproval lacing his voice. “what are we gonna do about you?”

daryl pulls out leaving you feeling empty, squirming with anticipation suddenly regretting your orgasm. he steps off the bed, rick standing up, coming to lean over you, you inhale his manly scent filling your nostrils. you knew this was gonna be rough.

“looks like we’re gonna have to teach this little brat how to listen.”

[antlergrave]

[rickgrimesfever]

My Love

Synopsis: In which you force your grumpy boyfriend to take a nap in your arms. Rick Grimes x fem! reader.

The dark bags underneath Rick's eyes are more prominent than usual and his blue eyes are heavy and exhausted. His curly locks are messy and hanging over his eyes.

He's standing out on the porch, freshly shaven face after just arriving in Alexandria. Although, the tiny pricks of his beard have started to grow back.

You stand up from the couch where you had been admiring him for an hour and walk out onto the porch.

"You know, we're safe here, right? It's been a few days," you point out, standing by his side.

"Yeah," Rick nods his head, not even bothering to tear his gaze away from the dark street. You let out a heavy sigh and nudge his shoulder slightly.

"Rick, we're safe here. There's guards along the walls. You need some sleep," you point out and his tired eyes finally shift down to yours.

"No, I'm good," Rick assures you with a stern voice. You press your lips together and cock your head.

Rick always get a grumpy attitude when he hasn't gotten much sleep and it's very obvious to the entire group, especially you.

"And that is exactly why you need sleep, grumpy," you point out and his eyes slightly widen.

"I am not grumpy, y/n," Rick dares to crack a tiny smile at your teasing.

"Hey...come here," you grab onto his hand, squeezing it. Rick lifts his head up and follows you inside the house. The lighting inside the living room is dim, candles sitting on the coffee table.

The tiny flames quiver as Rick and you walk past them, sinking into the couch. You watch the knot in between his eyebrows disappear and the heavy weight pressing down on his chest, lift and disappear.

"You know I can see right through you, right?" you ask, grabbing onto Rick's shirt and pulling him down as you lay down on the couch.

Rick obeys and lays beside you, an arm thrown over your stomach. His eyes glisten in the candlelight and his nose twitches.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he grumbles out as your hand flatten against his back, gently rubbing up and down. Rick's arms circle around your waist, pulling you closer and letting his head fall on your chest.

"Yeah, sure," you reply dryly, reaching a hand up and combing your fingers through his curly hair. Rick's eyelids become heavier than ever and his heartbeat is slow and steady.

He feels so safe and warm in your arms, legs sprawled out on the tiny couch. His eyelids slowly flutter close and a smile tugs on your face.

Your skin flushes as Rick slowly fades off into a sleep. His pinks lips are slightly parted open, soft breaths inhaling and exhaling. Your hand gently rubs his lower back as your other hand reaches down and your knuckles run across Rick's cheek.

It's certainly not an easy task for Rick to allow himself be vulnerable and let his walls down. But every minute he spends with you, feeling comfortable and safe is worth it...

[stuckinthesun]

The Jacket // R.G. x Fem!Reader

Summary

Rick catches you pleasuring yourself while wearing a familiar article of clothing

Warnings

nsfw, dark themes, kinda murder couple vibes, fem masterbation, voyerism, Dom!Rick, mean Rick, teasing, pet names, fingering, p in v, overstim, pussy slapping

Word Count

2.8k

You don’t even remember what you came into his room for. The moment your eyes landed on the familiar brown jacket, your mind became fuzzy and all other thoughts were forgotten.

That jacket.

The one you’ve seen Rick brutally kill dozens of people in, you could even still see blood permanently stained in the wool collar of it. And when you walked into the man’s room to find it just lying on his bed, heat instantly pooled between your legs.

You’ve been in love with the leader of your group since the moment you met him, and that love only grew the more he protected your group from the dangers of the world.

The two of you weren’t together though. There was tension, to long looks and lingering touches, but never anything more. Life in the apocalypse was so brutal and fast paced that it never left time for anything like that, so you were left to pine.

But now here you stood, in his room, staring at his jacket, the jacket you’ve fantasized about him fucking you in countless of times.

You walked further into Ricks room, like you were in a trance, until you were standing at the foot of his bed, and running your fingers along the rough material of the brown jacket.

It wasn’t just the fact that Rick looked damn good in it, that was just a bonus. No it was the fact that, the moment he got this jacket, something shifted.

You remember being reunited with him after the prison fell, under the dirt and blood he was wearing this coat and you remember thinking, he’s different.

You picked up the jacket, it being heavier than you expected, and buried your nose into the wool collar. It was surprisingly soft against your skin as you inhaled, smelling the old detergent everyone used, soap and something that was distinctly Rick.

It was musky and heady and filling you with warmth, making a small whimper leave your lips. Your fingers gripped the material harder, bunching it in your fists and almost hugging the jacket like a pillow.

You should feel embarrassed, you should stop and walk away before someone undoubtably catches you, but you can’t stop. It feels too good when you squeeze your thighs together, thinking about the way Rick looked killing Gareth, wearing this exact jacket.

“Fuck-“ You moan, finally sparring a glance at the bedroom door. Empty, not a soul in sight.

Am I really gonna do this?

“Besides… I already made you a promise.”

Fuck.

In a split second decision, you rush over and close the door, before going back toward his bed. The jacket feels almost heavenly as you slip it on, the smell of Rick enveloping you and making goosebumps appear on your skin.

You’re on your back instantly, fingers undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. You quickly slip your hand under the waistband of your underwear and pants, fingers sliding between your folds and feeling just how wet you already are.

Moaning you turn your head to the side and bury your nose into the wool collar of Ricks jacket again. His heady scent making your eyes roll back and your hips buck against your hand.

Your heart was beating loudly in your ears, the rush of adrenaline only turning you on more and you had to bite the material to stifle your moans. Your fingers rubbed small, quick circles on your clit, your movement’s limited due to your jeans blocking you.

It wasn’t enough, you needed more, you needed him.

A frustrated whine left your lips.

“Maybe it would feel better if you took your pants off.” A deep, familiar voice said, startling you.

You paled with embarrassment when you sat up to see Rick leaning in the doorway. His arms were crossed, and he wore a smirk as he looked at you with amusement.

“R-rick I–“

“Don’t mind me, keep going sweetheart.” Rick cut you off, stepping away from the doorframe and closing the bedroom door.

He turned around and resumed his position, this time against the wooden surface. His piercing blue eyes burned holes into you, making you squirm, “What?”

“Keep. Going.” Rick said, tone dropping and his face changing from amused to something darker.

The heat in your abdomen returns in full force and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together. You watch the smirk return to Ricks lips as he watches, and with an embarrassed flush you lay back down.

You resume the position you were in before, on your back with your hand shoved down your pants rubbing your clit. This time though, when you turned your head to bury your nose into the jacket, you turned to face Rick.

Soon your embarrassment was forgotten as you let out a moan, your fingers circling your clit just right. You stared directly at the man of your desires, watching for a reaction.

Wanting to see how Rick would react to you touching yourself on his bed, while wearing his jacket.

All you got was Rick pulling his lips back against his teeth, making a ‘tsk’ sound, as he got off the door and began walking over toward you, “You’re so desperate for it you can’t even properly undress yourself?”

His boots rang like thunder against the hardwood floor, and if you were of clear mind you would’ve found it strange you didn’t hear it earlier. Instead the sound just made your hips buck, and you watched as he stopped in front of you.

You whined as Ricks hands touched your knees and slid down your thighs to rest at your hips. He began pulling your jeans and underwear off, and you stopped rubbing your clit, eagerly lifting your hips up to help him.

Suddenly Rick stopped though, and when you looked at his face confused, you saw he was glaring at you, “Did I say you could stop?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. This only made his glare deepen and he tilted his head as he said, “Use your words.”

“N-no, you didn’t.” You choked out, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

“Then keep. Going.” Rick hissed, and you nodded frantically as you began rubbing yourself again.

Seeming satisfied, Rick started removing your pants and underwear again, exposing your aching core and your fingers playing with your clit.

Rick stared at you like he was in a trance, and it made your embarrassment come back while adding to your arousal. You flushed at his stare and moaned as his hands ran up and down the inside of your bare thighs, pushing your legs further apart.

You could feel your release getting closer and you rolled your hips as you whined, “Rick please.”

“Please what?” He asked, his voice sounding hoarse and his eyes never leaving your movements.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” He answered plainly, hands squeezing your thighs as if to prove his point.

His grip only pushed you closer to the edge and you let out a frustrated groan, “But I’m gonna c-cum if I keep-“

“Then cum.” Rick said, finally looking into your eyes, “Isn’t that what you wanted? To make yourself cum while wearing my coat, laying on my bed?”

You moaned, arching your back and clenching around nothing, and his eyes flicked back to your center, “Now I just get to watch.”

That was it, that was all it took. You came with a loud shout, hips bucking against your hand and head turning into the wool collar.

Ricks hands were still rubbing along your thighs as he talked you through it, “That’s it, good girl. Let me see just how good you feel.”

You had barely finished riding out the high of your orgasm before you felt two fingers push inside of you, making you gasp, “You’re drenched from just rubbing your clit?”

“Rick wait!” You cried out, trying to move away from him. His fingers inside of you were too much, the pleasure turning painful. His free hand moved to your abdomen, holding you in place as his fingers curled inside of you.

“A minute ago you were begging me to touch you and now you want me to wait?” Rick teased you, that mean smirk back on his face.

A sob escaped your lips and you closed your eyes as tears filled them, “T-too much!”

“You can take it, sweetheart.” Rick leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Tell you what, doll. I’ll stop teasing you and just fuck you, if you tell me what it is you like about that jacket so much, Mhmm? Sound good?”

As if to seal the deal, Rick began thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace. You cried out, arching into him unintentionally. Your hands came up to weakly push at him, trying to get him to stop, but it was useless.

“Come on baby, it has to be something.” Rick cooed, pulling away from your ear to watch your face closely, “I mean, you came in here and put it on to touch yourself. Obviously you like it a lot.”

“I-it’s y-yours!” You managed to get out, hands no longer pushing him away but holding on for dear life.

You opened your eyes saw Ricks pupils dilate but he just shook his head, “No. That might be part of it, but that’s not the whole thing. Come on, why do you like it so much? I mean, it still has blood stains.”

The loud moan that escaped your lips startled both of you. Ricks fingers stopped and your eyes widened in panic.

Shit! He’s going to think I’m insane and kick me out and-

The smirk Rick had before was replaced with something almost manic, “So that’s it.”

His fingers were moving inside of you again, curling instantly to find your sweet spot and making you see stars. The hand on your pelvis began sliding up, pushing your shirt along with it, revealing more of your skin as he stared at you in wonder.

“That’s what it is, you like that I’ve killed so many people and walkers while wearing it, huh darling?” Rick asked, and leaned closer to you. His words, his fingers and his closeness were all pulling you back to the edge. The pain from overstimulation completely gone, and now you were rocking against his hand between your legs.

“So what is it exactly that gets you this wet, huh baby? Is it that I’ve killed people? That I’m capable of killing people? Or that I’m willing to protect the people I care about at any cost?”

You looked at him with teary eyes and choked out, “T-that you’d be willing to k-kill for m-me!”

Ricks face softens just the slightest bit, “Oh sweetheart, I’ve already killed for you.”

Your orgasm ripped through you suddenly, making your hips come off the bed and your juices spray everywhere. You didn’t even realize you were squirting, your senses were zeroed in on how Rick felt finger fucking you as you came down from your high.

Soon it became too much again and you started pushing at him, and this time Rick actually took pity on you. He slipped his fingers from your sopping cunt and put them in his mouth. You heard him moan around the digits as he licked them clean and you blushed when you finally realized what a mess you made.

The front of Ricks shirt was soaked, along with the bed and the jacket underneath you. You blushed deeper at the thought and covered your face with your hands as you huffed out tiredly, “I’m sorry for- Ah!”

You were cut off by a rough slap to your pussy, sending a shockwave through your body and making you flinch violently. You uncovered your face and looked at him, completely taken aback.

Rick just glared at you as he began unbuttoning his shirt, “Finish that sentence and I won’t fuck you.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly clamp your mouth shut. He smirks, shrugging his shirt off, “Good girl, now undress for me.”

Sitting up, you only hesitated a little before letting the jacket slip from your shoulders and pool around your waist. As you pull your shirt over your head, you hear the buckle of Ricks holster. Throwing your shirt to the floor you watch as he sets the gun on the bed next to you.

The idea of fucking with it on the bed makes you squirm in excitement.

The sound of a belt buckle draws you back to the man standing above you, and you look up to see him smirking at you, “You’re one kinky little slut aren’t you?”

You blush a look away from him, instead focusing on unhooking your bra. When you finally got the damn thing unclasped and you let it fall from your chest, you heard Rick make a noise.

Looking up you saw that he was staring at you again. This time at your now exposed chest, and he reached one hand out to squeeze one of your breasts, while the other pulled his belt from the loops of his pants.

You sighed at the feeling of his palm pressing against your nipple, “Please hurry Rick, need you.”

“So impatient for someone who’s cum twice,” Rick teased, letting go of you to pull himself out of his now unzipped jeans.

Then he did something that both shocked and delighted you.

Rick reached down and slid his jacket from around your waist, before bringing it up and slipping his arms into the sleeves.

You shivered at the sight of him, in that jacket, and you can’t help the little whimper that escapes you. Then you realize the positions you’re in, him fully clothed except for his cock and balls, and you completely naked and already soaked in your own juices.

“Fuck,” You moan, and you just can’t help yourself anymore. Reaching up, you grab the collar of the jacket you love so much, and pull him in for a kiss.

Rick instantly kisses you back, one of his hands coming up to hold the back of your head as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You hum into him, and allow him to push you on your back.

You feel the drag of his cock between your folds, gathering your slick up, and you moan breaking the kiss. Ricks teeth sink into your bottom lip as you feel the head of his cock push against your entrance.

Letting your lip go he groans, “You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, right?”

“Yes! Yes please let me take your cock please!” You cry out, desperately trying not to roll your hips to try and push him inside of you.

“Good,” Is all the warning you get before Rick pushes fully inside of you in one thrust. You cry out and instantly wrap your arms and legs around him to ground yourself.

You didn’t really register how big he was a moment ago, but now that he’s inside of you, you can feel every inch of him splitting you open.

“R-Rick!” You sob, shaking in his arms, and you feel his beard tickle your skin as he kisses along your neck.

“Take it sweetheart, I know you can.” He growls against your skin, biting down in the crevice between your neck and jaw.

You barely got a moment to adjust before Rick started moving. His thrusts were quick and hard, making your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curls. One of his hands gripped your thigh so tight you were sure you would have finger shaped bruises, while the other stayed planted next to your head.

“Fuck,” It was Rick who moaned, and the sound made your eyes roll to the back of your head, “Feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“O-oh god,” You whine, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging.

“Shit baby,” Rick groans, hips stuttering slightly. “This what you wanted, Huh? Me fucking you while wearing this jacket you like so much?”

“Yes! Yes fuck!” You yell, rocking your hips to meet his, “I’m so close Rick please!”

“Come on baby,” Rick grunts, squeezing a hand between the two of you to rub at your sensitive clit, “Cum for me, cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you do exactly that. You cum so hard it almost hurts, nails digging into Ricks skin so hard you’re probably drawing blood.

The feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice pulls Rick right over the edge with you. He spills inside of you with a grunt, filling you with his hot seed.

You lay there limp when you come down from your high, limbs slipping from around Rick as he carelessly pulls out of you and fall to lay down at your side.

You’re both breathing heavily, you’re throat feels raw from how much you screamed and the cum cooling between your legs feels gross.

You’ve never felt better.

With a happy sigh you turn your head to the side to see Rick already looking at you. There’s a smile on his face and his eyes hold that same amusement from earlier.

“So… my jacket, huh?”

You playfully push his face away.

…idek

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🍒 Rick Grimes Pops Your Cherry 🍒

warning: age gap, corruption kink, doll kink, breeding kink, obsessive!rick, dark!rick, degradation, choking kink

words: 375

notes: fem!reader, it's short but I hope you enjoy <3 inspired by @sinsandsweetness ˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚

Daydreaming about Rick covering your mouth as he steals your virginity and corrupts your pure body inside the barn, trying to keep you quiet as your dad peacefully sleeps in the house. He whispers and groans, "keep quiet sweetheart, you don't want your daddy to know his little girl is being fucked stupid in his barn, hm?"

you cry and whimper but you try to suppress your moans, obeying the older man like a good girl. "you're such an obedient little doll." he says as he tightens his grip around your waist and forces his cock in your tight virgin hole. Your red heels are unable to balance as he pounds into you, making you stumble and shake. The sight of you in your cute little shorts drives him insane, the one with strawberries and cherries on them. The sounds of your red stockings being ripped apart by the older man as he stretches your tight hole drives you insane.

"How many times do I have to tell you stupid doll? I said the next time I see you in those shorts I was going to drag you inside the barn and pop that cherry of yours."

"I'm sorry! I won't wear them again, I swear!", you cry out but it was already too late. He was already deep inside of you, stretching your body and rearranging your insides.

He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you closer, "we both know that's a lie sweetheart."

As Rick's body thrust into you, he couldn't help but think about all the dark and obsessive thoughts that had taken over his mind. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion, to claim you completely and make sure you belonged to him and him alone. The thought of impregnating you crossed his mind, he wanted nothing more than to put a child into your belly.

With a final thrust, he cums deep inside of you, ensuring that every drop would find its way to your egg-filled womb. He groaned in satisfaction, grabbing you by your throat and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and whimpered as the cum was dripping out of your pretty hole. “You’re mine, you got that? You’re mine and you're going to carry my child.”

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Im gonna need a second to recover from this . .