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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."

[grimesthinker]

need crm rick like i need air. that man is FINE

it's actually so embarrassing how fucking bad i want him

#i'm in his walls #rick grimes

[grimesthinker]

Hey, I LOVE your writings 😍

I was wondering if we could get another stepdad, Rick?

the reader's mom married Rick ( I'm picturing it in Alexandria)

Rick and The reader have had little moments like him brushing past her so he could touch her

and one day she gets a boyfriend and Rick does everything to make them break up and it doesn't work so one day he has enough and he just fucks her!

STEPDAD!RICK x FEM!READER ౨ৎ ♡₊˚⊹

you like him, you really do. well, you tell yourself you do. because you should. he's perfect, right? he's safe and he's cute and he's actually your age. problem is, the guy can't fuck for shit. your sweet boyfriend, who can't please a woman to save his life. you tried, a couple times, but he fumbles with your bra strap and struggles to find the right pace to rub your clit. thing is, you don't even care as much as you should. every time you're around him, your mind floods with thoughts and daydreams of your step father, rick, who fell in love with your mother months ago. it's fucking antagonizing, walking past him every day, feeling his calloused hands on your waist for a split second just so he could move past you.

unbeknownst to you, rick can't stand your little boyfriend. he watches him with a deep scowl as he stands on your porch, waiting for you to come outside in your skimpy skirt and tank top. that boy is so entitled, rick thinks. walking around with his head held high because he has the hottest piece of ass in alexandria. it's not right, goddamnit. you belong to him, not that asshole. he purposely touches you any chance he gets, imagining what it'd be like if he moved his hands just a little lower, just enough to play with that sweet cunt.

one hot july day, your mother thinks it'll be a great idea to host a barbecue. you oblige, of course. the community was doing well and you were grateful for it. you invite your boyfriend, only subconsciously wishing it might make your taut stepfather jealous. brat. you coat your lips in sparkly strawberry lip gloss and put on a sweet dress that leaves little to the imagination. people begin to arrive and your mother welcomes them with a smile. you make sure to be the first one to greet your boyfriend, and you also make sure that rick is watching when you kiss him with way more heat than usual.

the barbecue is going good, everyone's happy. everyone's content. except you and rick, of course. you sip your lemonade and he sips his beer, eyeing you from across the backyard. no one else cares to notice the excruciating tension between you two. eventually, you excuse yourself from some insignificant conversation and head into the house, up to the bathroom. you shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it. you're washing your hands when rick barges in, glaring at you with darkened blue eyes. "what the hell was that?"

you turn the water off. "rick-"

"-bet you didn't know he was down there, braggin' to his buddies about how good he fucks you. about how fuckin' tight you are?" he shuts the door behind him, locks it. god, he's close now.

feeling brave, you cross your arms and taunt him some more. "yeah? what's it matter to you? jealous or somethin?" yeah. you're feeling brave, alright. deep down, you're pissed that your dumb 'boyfriend' is lying to his friends about how good he gives it to you. but with the way rick is looking at you right now, like he wants to rip that tiny dress off and bend you over the sink, you didn't even care.

in a swift motion, you're pinned to the marble counter, rick's fingers digging into your waist. he chuckles lowly, making you immediately drop the big and bad act. your heart pounds, cunt aching for something, anything. he pries your legs apart, gripping your thighs.

"he gives it to you good, huh? then why are you acting like a bitch in heat?"

you shudder at his words, making a soft whimpering sound, fighting the urge to roll your hips and beg him for anything he'll give to you. he peels your panties down your thighs, swiping a thumb over your clit. "ah- look at that." he coos.

minutes later, his cock is buried deep in your pussy, making you feel better than you ever could have imagined. he's anything but gentle, as if he's reading your mind. "fuckin' slut." he grunts. "feels so good, huh, baby? yeah, i know. take it, honey."

[grimesthinker]

in the mood to write some angst SO BAD

#this is what listening to casual by chappell roan does to me

[grimesthinker]

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

could you imagine how cockwarming with rick would be?

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

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

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

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

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

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

[grimesthinker]

me if yapping about the backstory and insignificant details instead of getting to the point when i write was a crime

[grimesthinker]

Hey, I LOVE your writings 😍

I was wondering if we could get another stepdad, Rick?

the reader's mom married Rick ( I'm picturing it in Alexandria)

Rick and The reader have had little moments like him brushing past her so he could touch her

and one day she gets a boyfriend and Rick does everything to make them break up and it doesn't work so one day he has enough and he just fucks her!

STEPDAD!RICK x FEM!READER ౨ৎ ♡₊˚⊹

you like him, you really do. well, you tell yourself you do. because you should. he's perfect, right? he's safe and he's cute and he's actually your age. problem is, the guy can't fuck for shit. your sweet boyfriend, who can't please a woman to save his life. you tried, a couple times, but he fumbles with your bra strap and struggles to find the right pace to rub your clit. thing is, you don't even care as much as you should. every time you're around him, your mind floods with thoughts and daydreams of your step father, rick, who fell in love with your mother months ago. it's fucking antagonizing, walking past him every day, feeling his calloused hands on your waist for a split second just so he could move past you.

unbeknownst to you, rick can't stand your little boyfriend. he watches him with a deep scowl as he stands on your porch, waiting for you to come outside in your skimpy skirt and tank top. that boy is so entitled, rick thinks. walking around with his head held high because he has the hottest piece of ass in alexandria. it's not right, goddamnit. you belong to him, not that asshole. he purposely touches you any chance he gets, imagining what it'd be like if he moved his hands just a little lower, just enough to play with that sweet cunt.

one hot july day, your mother thinks it'll be a great idea to host a barbecue. you oblige, of course. the community was doing well and you were grateful for it. you invite your boyfriend, only subconsciously wishing it might make your taut stepfather jealous. brat. you coat your lips in sparkly strawberry lip gloss and put on a sweet dress that leaves little to the imagination. people begin to arrive and your mother welcomes them with a smile. you make sure to be the first one to greet your boyfriend, and you also make sure that rick is watching when you kiss him with way more heat than usual.

the barbecue is going good, everyone's happy. everyone's content. except you and rick, of course. you sip your lemonade and he sips his beer, eyeing you from across the backyard. no one else cares to notice the excruciating tension between you two. eventually, you excuse yourself from some insignificant conversation and head into the house, up to the bathroom. you shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it. you're washing your hands when rick barges in, glaring at you with darkened blue eyes. "what the hell was that?"

you turn the water off. "rick-"

"-bet you didn't know he was down there, braggin' to his buddies about how good he fucks you. about how fuckin' tight you are?" he shuts the door behind him, locks it. god, he's close now.

feeling brave, you cross your arms and taunt him some more. "yeah? what's it matter to you? jealous or somethin?" yeah. you're feeling brave, alright. deep down, you're pissed that your dumb 'boyfriend' is lying to his friends about how good he gives it to you. but with the way rick is looking at you right now, like he wants to rip that tiny dress off and bend you over the sink, you didn't even care.

in a swift motion, you're pinned to the marble counter, rick's fingers digging into your waist. he chuckles lowly, making you immediately drop the big and bad act. your heart pounds, cunt aching for something, anything. he pries your legs apart, gripping your thighs.

"he gives it to you good, huh? then why are you acting like a bitch in heat?"

you shudder at his words, making a soft whimpering sound, fighting the urge to roll your hips and beg him for anything he'll give to you. he peels your panties down your thighs, swiping a thumb over your clit. "ah- look at that." he coos.

minutes later, his cock is buried deep in your pussy, making you feel better than you ever could have imagined. he's anything but gentle, as if he's reading your mind. "fuckin' slut." he grunts. "feels so good, huh, baby? yeah, i know. take it, honey."

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes ⛥*:･ #andrew lincoln #rick grimes imagine

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JUST WANNA SAY, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING. LIKE, OMGGFFOMFNFNDNDJSJ.

ONE OF MY FAVS! CAN'T WAIT FOR U TO START WRITING AGAINNN, MISS YOU.

I LOVE YOU!!!!! i luv reading things like this they make me so ^_^ thank u guys 4 being patient while i constantly dip LOL

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miss u sexy butt hope ur doin okie

love u guys foreva and eva :3

[grimesthinker]

Dads best friend! Rick…? I’m thinking like ur someones (legal age) daughter in Alexandria and Rick notices you so he just HAS to have you. So he befriends ur parents in order to get close to you too… and… well… let’s just say you absolutely LOVE when Mr. Grimes comes over for dinner…

absolutely WILL be adding to this thought because dad'sbestfriend!rick makes me soooo;') arghhhh

you eagerly skip into the garage, catching your father and his friend peering under the hood of an old car. "i thought you guys could use some lemonade! made it myself." you beam and watch as they turn around. your father takes a glass from the tray you hold out, and you smile sweetly as the other man wipes his hands on a rag already covered in oil. you bite your lip.

"for you, mr. grimes!" you hold out his glass, eyelashes fluttering innocently and brushing against the apple of your cheeks.

your father seems to be oblivious to the way his friend runs his eyes up your bare thighs. your father averts his attention back to the car and you accidentally drop the plastic tray. rick works his jaw and bites back a remark when you bend over to grab the tray, your tiny denim shorts almost too tiny.

minutes later, you're propped up against the bathroom counter, rick's rough hands holding your waist so hard you're sure there'll be marks later. he made it so you could watch as his cock rams it's way into your weeping cunt. your eyes are teary, grabby hands trying to hold onto him.

"didn't mean anything by it! jus' wanted to be polite, promise!" you ramble as he swipes his thumb over your tear stricken cheek. you whine while his other hand moves down, thumb brushing against your swollen clit. his hips slow down, yet his thrusts stay rough. your breath hitches. he coos and presses his lips against your wobbly ones.

"quiet, honey. you don't want your parents to know what a whore their little girl is, hm? we wouldn't want that." he mumbles against your lips. he's so mean, he thinks. taunting you like this when he's giving it to you so good you can barely form a sentence.

of course you knew you'd end up like this the second you skipped your way into the garage and innocently taunted him with your tiny shorts and fluttering eyes. in your favor, though, your parents were oblivious. they'd never suspect a thing. they adored rick. and you did too.

[grimesthinker]

send me a few prompts or thoughts or whatever you guys have on rick :3 i wanna write something. sfw or not idcccc

[grimesthinker]

my love I need jealous stepdad rick to rail me till I’m into subspace 🪽

18+, p in v, jealous stepdad!rick, sub!fem!reader

clutching onto your sheets as he rails you from behind, slamming himself so deep it's making you cry out at every thrust. salty tears stream down your face, thighs shaking from the impact. you desperately try to hold onto something, anything, but your mind is so fuzzy you can hardly think of anything but the way his cock abuses your poor cunt. but it's your fault, you both know that. 20-ish minutes ago, you were in the backyard playing the part of rick's sweetheart stepdaughter at the monthly barbecue your boozy mother seems to love to host. yet you love it too, because you get to wear tiny skirts and taunt rick in front of his friends. bending over when you accidentally drop a fork under the table, or biting your gloss covered lip when you ask them if they could use another beer. making sure rick is watching the entire time. he's got a bit of a "jealousy thing", you call it, while he says you have an "attitude problem."

"all it takes is a cock in 'ya to remember how to behave, hm? sweet, dumb girl." he taunts and watches your small hands try to hold onto the soft pink sheets.

"daddy, daddy-..." you whine, and he knows how far you're gone now, how drunk on his cock you are. he turns you over so you're on your back, and he lifts your leg over his shoulder.

"i know, honey, i know." he coos, and slips a couple of his fingers into your mouth. your eyes flutter closed at that, and you gladly suck on them "just take it, baby. take it." he rasps and you mindlessly suck on his fingers as he takes all of his aggression and jealousy out on your cunt to remind you who you belong to.

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✧‧₊˚ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ thinking about being a soldier with rick in the crm, about how much you actually despise him and likewise. you hated that harsh southern accent, those rough hands, that stubbornness... you both had a bad attitude and it didn't help when you were paired up together in training. one session, you managed to flip him over and straddle his stomach, holding him against the ground. you were both panting, teeth grit and tension so thick you could almost grab it. the sex that night was much needed, leaving you with almost-bloodied bite marks and your poor cunt so abused that the other soldiers silently wondered why you were walking funny the next day.

#the ones who live #rick grimes #the walking dead #rick grimes x reader #towl

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⚔️ being in the crm with rick

[grimesthinker]

(TOWL rick)

18+ mdni

You were his outlet.

Every night like clockwork he stormed into your room, angry, he practically tore the protective vest from his body and tossed it across the floor. No care for what you were doing at that given moment, his anger needed to be let out and you were the perfect source.

He was so rough with you, eagerly climbing on top of you, gripping your jaw so tight sometimes you think it might bruise.

Rick’s kisses are eager, tongue slipping in past your lips as his hands get to work on tearing off your clothes.

He’s never gentle— no not any more— the man is always harsh. He’s torn far too many items of clothing, still yet to apologise or make up for it with new ones.

The soldier grips your hips, fingernails digging into your soft skin as he pounds into you. Not caring for your pleasure but rather his, using your little body to get all of his frustrations out.

Too caught up in fucking your tight little hole to notice his animalistic behaviour.

Rick's hand covers your mouth to shut up the high-pitched moans that leave your throat.

It’s like he doesn’t realise how rough he actually is with you— it’s not like he sees you in daylight, the solider only ever comes around when the sun has set.

Rick always leaves you panting. Tucking his cock back into his boxers and pulling his pants up, offering a peck on the lips before he’s out the door. No words were offered.

He leaves you the same every time— barely able to catch your breath, his seed leaking out of your little hole, and reddish-purple bruises coating your body.

You love it.

Because you know he’ll be back again tomorrow, the same time, to leave you in the same state.

(thank you for 500!)

[grimesthinker]

the way i would let this man [REDACTED]

#arms arms arms!!! #rick grimes #the ones who live #he looks so good are you KIDDING ME????

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