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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.

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Okay everyone emphasizes how possessive and strict Rick can be and it’s hot, yes! But it’s all because he’s just so obsessed with you. like he loves you being his pretty little girlfriend and always being there for him, taking care of him, so he wants to take care of you. So he has to be sure you’re safe and if he has to play bad cop to Daryl’s lover boy, so be it It doesn’t matter anyways because you always end up back in his lap and begging for another kiss before you fall asleep in his arms

no literallyyy something about rick is he will never feel bad or have a single regret for making you cry or pissing you off if it's for the sake of keeping you safe. he doesn't care if you glare at him tearily from daryl's lap after he had you over his knee for leaving the camp without letting anyone know. he will glare right back!

and later in the night when you crawl grumpily back into his arms, sniffling sadly because your ass still burns but your chest burns worse at the thought of rick still being upset at you, he will still wrap you up in his arms, patting smugly at your sore ass, "don't do that again, you hear me?" and you will both make up even though you both know you're bound to pull another stunt like this within the week :/

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #the walking dead #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #rick x reader

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somewhat obsessed with the idea of wearing rick’s boxers.

it’s like second nature to you. it has to be.

after every time you slid into bed, every time rick and daryl strip you of your own undergarments, every time they fuck you dumb, everytime rick maneuvers you into your position bundled against his chest, you’re wearing a pair of his boxers.

the two had been surprised at first when they found you face down on the bed after a long day in nothing but a tiny tank top and rick’s blue and white striped boxers.

it took everything in them not to pounce on you right then and there. but when you woke up, you were more than happy to fess up to stealing rick’s boxers to wear as shorts.

rick could barely contain himself one afternoon in alexandria. you were taking judith on a wholesome stroll but you were wearing a pair of pale blue boxer shorts with a soft, white long sleeve and one of rick’s white button ups thrown on. later, he had to explain to you that he wasn’t snubbing you when you caught sight of him and tried to wave him over, just trying to keep his zipper from busting.

you had just laughed and quipped that they were the perfect bottoms.

from then on, rick found his boxer shorts going missing; on runs, he’d found you in the men’s underwear section, stripping down to try on a pair of striped ralph lauren boxers. that’s how the two of you ended up sweating and shamelessly blushed out on the cramped car ride home.

the rose painting your countenance couldn’t cease because you knew you smelled like sex. rick too. from the creamy ring you’d left around his cock as he lifted you off of him and onto the mahogany sales table, you knew you two had overdone it. with the wide block of time you had today to secure supplies, rick felt free to fuck your pussy twice, filling you up enough to have you seen stars on the sales floor.

all because you’d styled his underwear as shorts.

daryl teases his friend about it.

“can’t even wake up without seein’ her in ‘em and gettin’ hard.”

daryl’s a hypocrite however.

even the woodsman isn’t immune to your figure in those boyish bottoms.

it’s twenty-five minutes into your small game hunt when daryl’s hands are in your boxers. you had actually wanted to catch a rabbit or some quail, but once your boyfriend’s fingers are between your folds, you can’t find the will to complain.

the two of you start with him holding you against a hemlock, arms wrapping around you while he fingers you nice and slow, boxers down around your ankles. as he massages your plush walls, daryl counts how casual you are about going commando as one of his blessings.

then it turns. then suddenly there’s a pine needle in your mouth. you spit the green thing out and try to brace yourself against the forest floor. it had happened so fast; his tongue tag teaming you with his fingers to crack you open like a safe in record time. then you were face down with nothing but a denim jacket quickly strewn beneath you.

you love when he or rick spring this kinda thing on you - it’s spontaneous, wild, a little risky in all the right ways. yes, most nights you’d prefer to be rolled up into a blanket burrito with your boys and a glass of wine but the adventures like this really do something for you.

pupils expanded, your chest is heavy when daryl’s the first to come out of your post-romp fog and collect your boxers. your legs are still shaking when the fabric touches your skin.

“daryl!”

you’d protested when the man began to pull up your boxer briefs. full of his cum, you want to clean up before you soil your bottoms but daryl disregards the swats to his hands. slightly annoyed, you hurried ahead of him through the tract of woods back towards alexandria. it’s fine. he just enjoyed the view of your ass.

complaints crawl out of your mouth as soon as you’re in the door and you’re haphazardly hanging your rifle on the wall. daryl brings in the rear behind you while you’re stomping up the stairs to rick.

your chocolate curled lover is taking off his watch, ready to drop it into the ceramic dish on the dresser when you appear next him, shimmying down your bottoms in a huff.

“hey, darlin’,” he greets, expecting more than a scowl from you.

“hey,” you reply curtly, face still in a pout.

“-make sure you don’t take off those boxers, baby-,” daryl stops dead in his tracks at the sight of your bared pussy in the bedroom lamplight. rick’s also taking it in, eyes trailing from your waist to the trimmed bush, and the puffy pink pussy peeking out, now leaking with daryl’s sticky cum.

you bend over to pick up the soiled shorts. “you’re not the only one who likes these,” you point out.

blue eyes narrow. but before he can give you any lip, you’re giving him not one, but both of yours. smashed against your mouth, rick’s tongue delves between those pillowy lips while walking you towards the bed where daryl’s waiting to situate you on his lap once more. daryl’s antics weren’t enough to turn off the blazing furnace between your legs. no, your temper can handle a few more rounds. it’s not hard when your mind paces back to the eye rolling, all consuming inferno that had cyclones through your core.

they trap you in a kiss. sandwiched between both of their hard ons, you’re shifting and grinding in each direction.

“thought you were pissed off with me,” daryl breathes into your ear, fingertips skimming your waist.

you snort, leaning back into him to grant full access to your bared neck. without hesitation, he’s licking a wicked pattern up the column of your neck. “dare’,” you sigh. gasp after gasp, you melt into his touch.

daryl’s hands are beneath the fat of your rear already and all of the sudden, one of rick’s fingers has snaked its way down to your clit. the fervid flicking against your ardor flush tissue culls any anger you could have towards the two men. you can’t even think about holding a grudge once rick gets a finger into you. at two fingers, daryl’s kissing you with the ferocity of a wildfire. three fingers inside of you and you’re babbling;

“rick, faster, please.”

“what was that?”

“please - faster, can you please?”

the grin on his face is as wide as the pacific. his lips turn upwards into a sly smile. “you want somethin’ a little faster, darlin’?” you shake your head as if it’s obvious. he hmmphs. “you oughta’ sit on daryl’s cock.”

you can’t imagine a world where that’s an unpopular idea.

back onto daryl you go.

those hands at your hips come in handy; daryl raises you a few inches once rick’s removed his fingers. eyes focused on rick and the way his mouth closes around one pruning finger. sucking it clean while daryl’s tip brushes your slick entrance. any yearning radiating off of you can’t be hidden. that kind of heat and wetness down between your thighs is no lie.

so a hiss is to be expected when the muscled man wiggles his way into you. rick is saving a mental image of you - adjusting to the familiar stretch of daryl. your blush doesn’t ease once daryl works another half inch inside.

one moment you’re trying to process daryl’s cock as it’s suddenly seated in you to the hilt. the next rick catches your gaze again. this time he’s doing more than teasing you, taking advantage of your parted lips to invade with his tongue.

“rick,” you mumble against his lips.

“you gettin’ close, angel?”

“should feel ‘er,” daryl rasps. with each thrust of his you’re clinging to rick. “so fuckin’ tight like you didn’t get this perfect pussy fucked in the woods.”

“that’s where you guys went?”

your mischevious grin is hidden in the crook of rick’s necks. the telltale tightening around daryl’s length is all consuming. your grin turns into an open “o” shape when daryl drags across your cervix. sensations from your convulsing core are consuming him too.

that same lust from the woods washes over daryl like the tide and you’re the moon, pulling him in and leading him to crash into you. usually this is rick’s wheelhouse, but one glance into daryl’s darkened pupils and you’re ripped from rick. on top of daryl’s lap, you’re wrapped in his arms, bouncing up and down on the rock hard cock beneath you. he sets the pace while you can only claw at his chest. he returns the favor and reaches forward to palm your tit, relishing in your sweet moans when he rolls a hardened bud between two fingers.

riding him on the bed is such a break for your knees compared to the forest floor. gyrating your hips activates not only the core that keeps you fit but the molten hot bundle of nerves at your core. daryl ruts against you deliciously to deliver just the perfect level of pressure.

rick can’t help but be bewitched at everything unfolding on the surface of the mattress. daryl’s length disappears inside out of you, reappearing with each erratic movement of your hips. there’s no reason to be jealous but if looks could kill, daryl’d be dead simply for the privilege of burying himself inside those heavenly walls.

meanwhile, heat bursts down below like a mini neutron star collision within you. forehead cast with sweat, the energy is fading from your movements as you messily move your pelvis to brush against daryl.

a “fuck, baby,” escapes from his lips and you’re done for. and so is he.

shooting into the sheets and collapsing by your side. you’re prepared to slide into daryl’s embrace when there’s suddenly a familiar feeling breaching your bared pussy.

nails dig into your hips and daryl’s back at it again - lapping his tongue up and down your slit. you were thinking that you two would at least catch your breaths but daryl’s taking no breaks. rick isn’t either.

in true rick fashion, he’s tapping your lips with his impressive cock. how can you say no to that?

you open your mouth and moan around his cock once you feel those devious fingers in your hair. it’s like that sense of overwhelm’s been replicated again. tongue against your clit and yours on the underside of rick, you never imagined your afternoon going this way. all this thanks to your little fashion trend.

“princess, your mouth feels amazing.”

you bob your head in appreciation. just like daryl’s taking care of you, you’re taking your time swallowing around the man in your mouth, treating him to the tight embrace of your throat.

“you like gettin’ a cock down your throat while daryl licks you stupid?”

“mhmmm!” you nod forward onto rick.

as soon as your moans reach daryl’s ears, his tongue’s kicking into hyperdrive. goaded by your delightful little whimpers, daryl begins swabbing a vicious pattern across your folds. the redneck alternates between racing over your sopping tissue to flattening that tongue and saddle you with a finger.

“ooommph,” is the only sound that comes out with rick’s steel hard cock down your throat.

spit slick, rick throbs in your mouth. that painful hardness he’s enduring is granted some sweet relief by your hollowed cheeks. you don’t stop there. driven by the lust addled, cock crazy part of your brain, you’re fully sending rick down your airway. breaths come briefly when he lets you up for air or to howl or cry, “dare’!”

right on time, your core is heating up again. the kiln inside of you scorches. neutralizing you, the ecstasy of another orgasm has you nearly folding into your leader. the blue eyed sheriff even leans back, tugging you up by the hair to keep you from actually choking on his cock. daryl’s diligent puckering around all of your important parts is overwhelming you against, a strategic hand on your clit as well.

as if you were all in sync, rick comes in your mouth first, fingers weaving through your gossamer locks while your thighs quake. you gag at first, before swirling your tongue under the twitching cock and swallowing it all. like a good girl.

once rick’s coming undone, daryl continues swirling his tongue around you. your pussy weeps for him. it contracts around his tongue until even rick’s raising his eyebrows at the vulgar slurping sounds filling the room.

“dare’,” you whine.

“gonna’ be a good girl and come all over dare’s tongue?” rick teases.

“yes, please!” you beg, banging a fist against the sheets.

“you gonna’ let daryl taste all of that perfect pussy?”

tears well in your eyes from the overstimulation but you nod as enthusiastically as possible. “pleeaase!”

you don’t have to ask again because you’re too busy arching into your third orgasm of the day. clenching and unclenching, your insides flutter. “ah!”

“so pretty when you come, baby.”

you’re dissolving into rick’s touch as your climax rings through your cunt. starry eyed and panting the pleasure out through your lungs.

you could fall asleep right there. and you do.

it ends as it always does.

following the flush and the lips leaving the surface of your skin, you feel a familiar fabric traveling up your thighs and double kisses mandating that nap that had been on your mind. the bed and the cozy comfort of sleep swallows you whole. rick too. he can never get close enough, not when you’re wearing his boxers.

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can you do rickyl x reader where she gets jealous and gives them attitude🙏

ninety-eight hours it’s been since rick and daryl left for what was supposed to be a “dry” supply run.

another hour and you think you’re going to simply die from the wanton ache in your cunt and the paranoia creeping with every passing minute.

you hate when they go away. it’s the worst. but it’s what your lovers have to do if your community wants amoxicillin and food that‘s not canned peas or tuna. the only bigger drag than you losing out on a few nights of getting the stress fucked out of you and mornings with tender wake up calls; that cool new girl went with them.

just a few weeks ago, daryl and aaron had discovered a former phd student wandering the outskirts of shenandoah national park. the twenty-eight year old had been walking from her biology program in new jersey in an attempt to reach her family’s house in norfolk, virginia.

back to alexandria, she brought a backpack, some stories, and a green haze to your vision.

within a week, you’re wishing daryl and aaron hadn’t brought her back. the worst part is that you really can’t speak on it with anyone because you’ll sound like a jealous bitch, which you kinda are. it’s not your fault that you don’t know shit about how to age a deer or microorganisms or macroinvertebrates or interesting biology major jargon that gets rick and daryl’s attention.

you didn’t finish your degree. the apocalypse had made sure of that. yeah, this girl’s thesis defense had been cancelled but she already had two degrees and a fucking certificate.

yeah, daryl doesn’t have a degree. but this girl’s family grew up hunting - proud turkey hunters, she’d specified after daryl asked her about her turkey shotgun. they hit it off so well that she’d even gone on a few hunts with him. you refused to eat the pheasant she shot. when she came into your kitchen proudly touting a half butchered boar, you simply narrowed your eyes, turned to rick next to you, and asked if you should take chances eating wild boar meat after the prison.

let’s just say you can’t stand her.

it’s not rational and it’s surely not healthy but you can’t bring yourself to address it in any meaningful way. all you can do is smolder. and that’s exactly what you do when rick and daryl come through the gates, fully engaged in a conversation with her.

“find what you need?”

you’re walking up to the three as soon as they pass you. rosita had been chatting you up and you assumed that your boys would come over and greet you with at least a kiss but no! they’re walking past you with her. the perfect, perpetually prepared girlscout that makes you want to tear your hair out.

two twin pairs of blue eyes find yours and daryl’s eyes are overflowing with longing, but before they can even say hello, she’s in your face, greeting you and handing off some seed packets she’d found

what a bitch.

almost turning your nose at her, you instead decide to accept the packets without a thank you. you make a beeline straight for rick, leaning up on your tippy toes to capture his tongue, wrapping an arm around his neck to lower him into your embrace. every ounce of waiting and wanting is spilled onto rick’s lips. you kiss him a bit too fervently for a welcome back kiss at your community’s gates. it’s an abuse of power on your part.

it’s dramatic. it’s theatrical.

it’s just as bad when you do the same thing to daryl, attaching yourself to his side as the newest addition to alexandria clears her throat and continues on about the supplies they managed to secure on their “dry” run. specifically, some supplies for her to try to solo it again - but this time - finally land in norfolk. you know that rick and daryl were out there - away from you - for more than just some glorified grad student’s get home bag but every second that she drones on has you yearning for her to pack her bags tonight.

“so, once my wrist is fully healed. i’ll be out of here.”

“thank god!”

rick’s eyebrow raises and if daryl could go quieter, he would.

the walk back to your house alone in alexandria is awkward.

the scene you’d caused had rick giving you a look that told you if you didn’t quit digging now, you’d end up in a trench of conflict. not just being at odds with the newcomer, but rick’s lack of patience for this kind of behavior from you. that doesn’t stop you from starting again as soon as they enter the bedroom.

“neither of you came over to say hi to me when you got in the gates.”

it’s the first thing out of your mouth once the door has shut. your arms are folded over your chest and you’re glaring at them like you didn’t just put on a grand display and snub the girl staying down the street. eyes focused on them, you’d be hard pressed to tell that you even could even name the other girl.

“so you’re gonna skim past talkin’ to her like that?” rick’s giving you that same you can’t be serious look he sends your way when you’re brattin’ out like this.

“i said my thoughts out loud. sorry.”

“ain’t you got no filter?”

“no, daryl,” you reply, looking up at them from the soft bed. your hands dig into the mattress. “that overnight “dry” run turned into the entire weekend and the first thing you guys do is stroll in with her and not say hi.”

“why do you care so much? she’s leavin’ soon.” daryl reminds you, fighting a yawn.

you frown. “you guys relate to her more.”

rick guffaws and daryl’s eyes are rolling.

“what? you think she’s flirtin’ knowin’ how to catch herself a fuckin’ meal.”

“but she’s older than me.”

“not by much, honey,” rick dismisses your concern.

the downtrodden look on your face is unmistakable. you’re quiet, considering how to justify your jealousy when you feel a tear coming on. daryl notices when you try to blink it away and is the first to drop the bone the two were picking with you. he’s next to you, a hand on your waist and your thigh, and that’s when you exhale in frustrated, exasperation, “you were gone for four days and you couldn’t even say hi to me.” you’re shaking your head, knowing it’s dumb. “its not nice but it just got me so angry.” you almost omit this last part but the borderline law enforcement stare you’re receiving from rick has you candid. “i just needed you guys to come up and kiss me - or something after not knowing if you were alive or not. the run went too long. got me worked up.”

“and you think you deserve to get fucked first thing after pullin’ that shit?”

you bite your lip. rick can read you too well. really, there’s nothing to discuss.

did you really think they would lose interest in you that easily? or is this just a ploy to work them up too? to cash in on the good, hard fucking you know they’d subject you to if you turned up your brat factor for their return. it’s downright devious but who are they to deny the smoldering opportunity falling in their laps?

“can you be a good girl?”

you nod, not breaking eye contact as he slips his thumb into your mouth while undoing his pants with the other hand. “maybe we can get this to do somethin’ useful, huh?”

daryl stays quiet but the smirk as he watches you lick rick clean tells you that he has an idea. he’s full of ideas, most of which involve stuffing you full in some capacity but just from bud reaction to the scene that unfolded, you know he’s in a teasing mood. too feverous and on the same page as rick about your jealousy to give you the fucking you want straight away.

there’s probably a bit more of explaining that you need to do but when rick says, “hands and knees,” you’re forgetting all about the better educated woman and getting into place on the plush bed. the brief scowl on your face can’t be missed but it doesn’t matter because you automatically open your mouth wider once you’re faced with rick’s too-big-for-your-mouth cock.

you’re so focused on rick that the stripe being licked down your slit from behind has you choking on rick in surprise. the constable groans at your tight throat clenching around him.

“missed this pussy,” daryl’s gruff voice against your cunt brings you back to reality. the reality where he’s flicking his tongue over your already aching, swollen bud.

so that’s what that tear was, you deduce, suddenly aware of your missing panties.

“you’re overthinkin’,” rick says says with a hand in your hair. “you belong to us. we belong to you.”

“yeah, no new girl’s gonna come between us.” daryl assures you, breathing lust into your cunt. “gotta get out of yer’ fuckin’ head.” daryl chimes, not even giving his tongue a break when it wasn’t on your clit. “i finally get someone with a brain to go huntin’ with and your first thought is that i wanna fuck ‘em.”

rick smirks down at you, mouth too stuffed full of cock to deny any of it. he runs a hand through your hair and eases up on your throat, growing impossibly harder at the sight of his thick dick against your glossy, shining lips. a hand finds your chin and his cock falls from your mouth. “you better not forget that you’re made for us. don’t want no one else but you.” his cock jumps at the way your pupils grow from his lust induced speech. “you’re ours. that pussy’s in the shape of our cocks. beautiful brain’s all wrapped up in us, like we’re wrapped up in you.”

you could cream at his words. any minute you’re going to on daryl’s tongue. back as forth, the younger man is sliding his tongue all over your clit. he even dips the appendage inside of you to tongue around and spur rick into thrusting his cock back into your mouth so he can enjoy your needy whimpers around him.

“so fuckin’ good for us, baby. like she never could be.” rick huffs, chocolate curls falling back with his head.

all you can do is moan around him in response. daryl doesn’t let you process rick’s words because you’re too busy processing the overload of pleasure he’s inducing in you. you writhe back against him, canting your hips into his mouth just as rick twitches in yours.

your hips are bucking and you almost fall forward on rick when daryl triggers your toe curling release, savoring in the ooze as he laps your weeping cunt. tears well at your waterlines with rick’s cock bulging in the cheeks of your mouth. those tears spill with the rush of energy in your cunt. spasming and clenching, leaking onto the devoted tongue seeing you through.

“hope this holds you over,” rick remarks, pulling his still aching cock out of your mouth while glancing over at Daryl happily cleaning up your release with his tactful tongue. “‘cause you’re gonna’ be sore after tonight, darlin’. whatever you need to get it in that pretty little head of yours that you’re ours, and don’t need to worry about anything or anyone else.”

as your first orgasm of the night fades and the shaking in your legs pauses, there’s a post-climax clarity that hits you like a truck. you’d be face down on the bed trying to pretend you didn’t exist if not for the hands eliciting the most vibrant whinnies from you, twisting your pleasure receptors like play-doh. you’re not far from coming again and that’s the only thing saving you from the shame of how you treated the newcomer. it wasn’t kind. wasn’t rational. treating her so poorly because of how well she worked with your men. greek gods killed insolent hosts who disrespected their guests, what would rick and daryl do to you for snubbing one of the last polite people on this rotting rock?

being well rounded isn’t a crime, you remind yourself.

and your men don’t need to remind you again with words how much you mean to them. that your jealousy is unfounded but they want to kiss you better anyway. it doesn’t matter if it takes all night, they’ll be reminding you exactly where and who they want to be with.

with you being made for them, how could they want anyone else?

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when rick fucks you, he doesn’t stop till you’re shaking. his goal is to have you a moaning, shaking mess underneath him. all wrapped around his finger — and his cock.

“rick, please! gonna cum!” you squeak out, your second or third climax building up quickly.

“i know, baby. thas what i’m goin for.”

and he’s plunging into you like he’s on a mission, his cock searching for all the buttons he can push inside your cunt that will bring you closer and closer to your destination. he always does it so well, effortlessly.

his lips pressing against your own, tongue punching yours while one hand is gripping the back of your thigh that’s pushed upward against your body and another hand pressing on your tummy, his cock deep in your pussy. you could feel the outline of his length deep inside you. holy fuck, this man was an expert at what he did. and you’d always thank him for his service by gushing all over his cock while he’s still inside you.

rick peppers kisses along your jawline while keeping you in that position, fucking you into the night and preparing for the next morning, where you’d end up giving him the best head of his life.

the two of you were a power couple when it came to pleasuring each other.

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#my man my man my man #the walking dead #rick grimes smut #rick grimes drabble #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x reader

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drunk on you (part 5) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader (no apocalypse!AU)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

series taglist: @ryoujoking @zomb-1-egutzz

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Summary: You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.

TWs: mention of death (Rick's Dad), vague allusion to sex, and crying.

[[A/N: This shit is fluffy as hell. And I want to engrave this gif into my eyeballs, he's just so EVERYTHING LIKE- Those eyes are blue-blue HELLOOOO. Y'all this is gonna be the last drunk on you. I KNOWWWW, but here me out, we're gonna get an epilogue. Enjoy :))]]

You woke up early that day, brain running a little slow. It was your day off and the weekend, so you fully expected to stick to Rick's side. A bit like a koala, you attached yourself to him. On occasion, you wrapped your entire body around him. He'd carry you around the house, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his arms fully holding you up.

He'd surprisingly do it without complaint.

Absentmindedly, you reached for his side of the bed -fingers stretching along the sheets, you came up empty. You furrowed your eyebrows, head lifting slightly from your pillow -eyes scattered along the bed. Empty.

You frowned, mumbling with sleep-slurred words, "Rick...?"

With no response, you sat up in the bed -hair sticking out, mussed from sleep. Frowning, you pulled yourself out from under the comforter -wiping at your eyes. Still sitting on the bed, you pulled your ring off the nightstand and slipped it onto your finger. Trying to blink out your sleep-fuzzed eyes, you pushed yourself onto the ground.

"Rick?" You tried again.

Sighing, you adjusted your shirt (one of his) and pulled your pajama pants (also his) tighter on your waist. Feet padding along the ground, you were hit with two things, one: the slight sizzle of breakfast in the pan, and two: a murmured set of voices. Low, as if they didn't want to wake you.

You pursed your lips, asking again, "Rick?"

This time, you heard some shuffling in the kitchen -the dining room more specifically. There was a slight scrape of a chair like someone had gotten up; you mindlessly wondered how he was cooking and also sitting at the dining table.

You turned the corner.

"There ya are!" A loud, loud, voice broke through the air, and before you knew it you were scooped into a hug.

It smelt like flowers and hairspray, you noticed. Your mind slowly began to process. You knew that smell, you knew this hug-

"Bonnie?" You questioned, slowly blinking the fuzz out of your eyes -still dutifully reciprocating the hug, "-What are you-"

She abruptly pulled back -hand smoothing down the side of your face, "Awe, aren't ya cute in the mornin's-"

You blinked, shaking your head -as if it would clear your mind. Her hand smoothed along your shoulder guiding you into the dining room -it was kind of nice, warm. You almost leaned into it. Maybe you had gotten up too early-

"Ricky, look at 'em," she cooed, showing you off -you were a little surprised she hadn't pinched your cheek yet.

Wiping your eyes, finally clearing the sleep fuzz, your eyes settled on Rick -also still in his pajamas, hair still mussed, but he looked a lot more awake than you currently were. His blue eyes, still a little heavy with sleep, slid across you (stopping a little at you in his clothes) and he smiled -the simple sort of happy one that made your heart leap into your throat.

You, on instinct, wandered toward the kitchen -out of Bonnie's grip. Just as you got to the stove, Rick turned, opening his arms instinctively. You wrapped your arms around his chest, head carefully laid on his shoulder -you breathed him in. His woodsy smell filtering through your brain, you nearly sunk into his body -he was just so comfortable.

Laying a kiss gently on the top of your head, he whispered -low in his accent, "Hey, baby."

"Ain't the two of you cute."

"Mama," Rick groaned, but made no move to let you go -neither did you, to be fair.

"Sorry, sorry," she mended, as you peeked over at her -lifting your head from his shoulder, "-I'm just very happy 'at you're happy."

You smiled at that.

"But," she hummed, "-I'll hold it over ya 'head 'at 'ey liked you and I knew it-"

"Mama," he groaned again, and you laughed a bit -before pausing.

"Wait," you questioned, "-you two talked about me? Back then?"

Rick moved to stir the eggs -scrambled, you noticed. There was something a little pink on the tips of his ears.

"'Course, honey," she approached the two of you -you absentmindedly kissed his cheek and stepped away. Rick smiled a little at that.

You pursed your lips.

"Mama always knows, sweetheart," she explained, coming to place her hands on your shoulders, "-I could tell ya were stuck on him like a spoon dipped in honey."

"Mama!"

"What, Ricky," she questioned, "-I'm just tellin' 'em the truth."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "And he never found out?"

"Oh, darlin'," she sighed, moving her hand to pinch your cheek, "-he didn't believe a lick of what I said. No matter 'ow many times I said it."

That time Rick responded, shrugging but looking to you, "I just never... I never thought ya looked at me 'at way."

"And now, look at you," she hummed -a little in pride, "-you're engaged. Mama is always right."

He sighed a little, rolling his eyes, but you could tell it was playful.

"Speaking of," Bonnie suddenly mumbled out, a little in spite, "-I wanna see the ring. Ricky told me 'bout it but wouldn't let me see, said you should be the first one."

You smiled at the sentiment before she pulled you into the dining room for better light. She guided you from behind by your shoulders.

"'S the whole reason, I'm down 'ere, sweetie," she explained, before adding, "-I 'ave wanted to visit for a while though."

"Well," you spoke, a little overwhelmed, "-I'm glad you're here, Bonnie."

She smiled at you then, before turning to Rick, "Always knew 'ey were better for you!"

"I know, Mama," he conceded, "-and I agree wit' ya."

You smiled, something warm in your stomach. There was something so special about Rick talking about you that way. Even though you were engaged, you weren't sure you'd ever get used to it.

"'Nough funny business," Bonnie said, suddenly serious, "-I wanna see, honey."

You laughed a little, before extending your left hand toward her. She gently wrapped her fingers on both sides of it -pulling your hand up closer to her face.

Bonnie seemed to pause a moment before something dusted her eyes, as she casually fidgeted with the ring for a moment. She took a deep breath, and you could really see the tears then.

"Oh, Ricky, it's beautiful."

Despite addressing him, she stayed focused on your finger -eyes settling across the ring silently. She moved her hand to cover her mouth slightly, taking a deep breath in.

"Oh," she cooed -tears falling now, "-Earl loved you, honey. I hope you know 'at."

You smiled bittersweetly, Rick's Dad.

He'd died during your sophomore year, Rick never told you what of but you were there for him. You and Shane.

You'd met him a few times, scattered throughout freshman and the beginning of sophomore year. Mostly, he'd be working on something -down in the dirt, and usually, Rick would be right there beside him. He'd said once that his Dad was only strict when it mattered.

Earl Grimes was a smiley guy, always loved to make people laugh. If you were younger when you met him, you might've gotten a real kick out of him. Even still, he made you laugh.

He'd actually talked to you about Rick, a little like he knew. And nowadays, you gathered he truly did.

"My son's a little thick in the head sometimes," he'd smiled at you -even though you hadn't said a word, "-but he'll wake up someday. Hope I'll be 'ere to see it."

You smiled, tears gathering in your own eyes.

"'Would've loved the two of you together," she sighed out, still holding your hands, "-I think the old man knew before I did 'at it was goin' to happen someday."

Rick came up behind her then, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side. She leaned into his shoulder, dropping your hand, and he'd leaned his head on top of hers.

"My baby gettin' married again," she smiled brighter -before settling her eyes on you, "-and to you! Oh, your Mama couldn't ask for anythin' better, Ricky."

You laughed a little, wiping at your eyes.

Rick was looking at you with that smile again, all happy with crinkled eyes. It made you want to kiss him senseless, and without the present company, you probably would.

"Alright, enough," she spoke -wiping at her eyes carefully, "-I don't wanna ruin my new blouse."

"It's very pretty," you remarked, a little mindlessly.

She smiled at you with that genuine Bonnie smile, "Ain't you the sweetest lil' thing! If Ricky hadn't scooped you up, I'd be liable to."

You laughed at that and saw a peek of a smile on Rick's lips at the noise. You pulled him down slightly so you could kiss his cheek then, and he'd smiled somehow bigger.

The rest of the day was pretty simple, Bonnie stayed well into lunch -peeking around at the apartment. She'd really had a lot to say about Carl's room, even picking up some of the stuff herself -which you told her she didn't have to do.

And just like her son, she stopped at the wall full of your pictures. There were a few replaced now with you and Rick, and sometimes the two of you with Carl. Even asking if you had any extra of you.

"'Ve got a wall of Ricky, need you on there too now."

You smiled, maybe a little too brightly at that, and so did Rick.

It was a few weeks later, and you were sitting on the couch -tugged into Rick's side. It was late enough that Carl was sleeping, he'd had school in the morning so Rick was pretty strict on that. Sometimes you were in awe of how much Rick was just... a Dad.

Like you had your own separate little Rick, fiancé Rick if you will, but he was more. It was a little strange sometimes but endearing. Very endearing. He'd do anything for Carl, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

You were watching some reality show that you were kind of invested in -just a little.

"Wait, so," you patted your hand along Rick's chest as he traced circles into your arm -gentle motions, "-did he cheat on her or did she cheat on him?"

"Both," he answered, before pausing, "-I think."

"Really?" You hummed, asking jokingly, "-Do you think that cancels out?"

Rick laughed then, rumbling through his chest -and you smiled along.

"'Ey probably will," he commented, fingers now tapping along your skin -he was almost fidgeting. You paused a second, following the pattern of his breaths; they were quick, too quick.

Huh.

"Rick?" You turned your head to tilt up at him, his eyes immediately fell on you, "-Everything okay?"

He looked at you for a moment, tilting his head slightly with a smile, "How do ya do 'at?"

"My head was lying on your chest, I could see you breathing fast-" you answered, bringing a hand up to brush along his skin, "-plus, you were fidgeting with your fingers. You only do that when you're nervous."

Rick smiled at that, "'Forget how well ya kno' me, sometimes."

"Yesterday you could tell I was upset because of how I put on my shoes-"

He laughed, bringing his hand up to lightly brush through your hair, "'S different."

"It's not-" you urged yourself to focus, "but you're just avoiding the question."

He pursed his lips a moment, and you instinctively kissed him once. He grinned in response.

"I know it's not a proposal because you already did that-" you started, "-Is it something else? The wedding?"

The wedding planning had been slow, you were in no rush and neither was Rick. It was probably going to be in about a year, and you'd only really vaguely figured out the venue and designed the invitations. He didn't mind though, or you thought he didn't.

"Do you want it sooner?" You asked, now fully sat up and facing him, "-We can-"

"No, baby," he interrupted you, moving his hand to settle on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth there -soothing, "-'s not the weddin'. I like the pace we're goin' with it."

You relaxed, just a smidgen.

"Though," he teased, "-wouldn't complain if it went faster."

"Yeah, yeah," you swatted at his shoulder, "-but seriously, what's up? You're nervous, and I want to calm you down but I don't exactly know how when I don't know why you're nervous."

"You bein' you calms me down, baby," he drawled, accent stressed. And you did notice he did seem to be calmer, eyes steady on yours, and breaths normal.

"Still," you countered.

He let out a big long breath before his eyes darted to his hand -no longer looking at you. You watched his eyes move with the sway of his thumb, back and forth, back and forth-

You quietly moved his chin just slightly, so he was looking at you again, "Come on, talk to me."

He pursed his lips, before seeming to settle, "'Ere's some... land 'bout halfway between 'ere and town for sale."

You furrowed your brows, "What does that-"

"Thinkin' 'bout buyin' it," he continued, eyes warmly tracing your face, "-buildin' ya 'at house."

"Rick," you laughed a little, "-you know that you don't have to build me a house, don't you?"

"I want to," he mumbled out, sincere, "-I wanna house wit' you, 'ave a yard for Carl, and I want to build it. Make it for ya."

"Rick," you cooed, "-How are you even going to-"

"Got some money saved up," he answered.

"No, you-" you paused, "-You're saving money for Carl's college fund. You don't need to-"

"'S not 'at," he clarified, "-Mama gave me some money from... from Dad's will when I was 20, I've been... I've been keeping it for somethin'. And this... this is 'at somethin'."

You paused, thinking, "Still, that should go towards Carl, you know that."

"Baby, I wanna-"

"Let me pay half," you spoke -suddenly, "-I've been saving too, just for a rainy day. But this... I want to help."

"You sure?" He asked something shining in his eye, fond (in love maybe).

"Am I sure?" You laughed, a little, "-Rick, you want to build us a house. I'm going to help with that."

He looked at you, eyes smoothing over your face. He looked like he was trying to memorize everything about you, take it all in.

"Plus, it's our house," you hummed, "-not just yours, you know."

He grinned, laughing just a little.

"And let's-" you started, slowly thinking it out, "-let's do it when we're married. So it's under both our names."

He paused, still smiling at you -you don't think ever wasn't, "Don't know how long it'll be on the market."

"So," you echoed out, "-let's get married sooner."

"Baby, you really don't 'ave to-"

"No, no," you reiterated, "-I wanna be married, do you wanna be married?"

"I proposed to ya," Rick laughed, trailing his fingers along the side of your face, "-'Course I do."

Your eyes darted between his, something in you excited, "So, why wait?"

"'At's somethin' comin' from you," he hummed -softly.

"Why?"

He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips like he couldn't quite help it, "Ya started all this tellin' me to wait."

You paused, reflecting on that a moment. All those months ago -years ago now, when he'd shown up to your house, beyond wasted, all because he wanted to talk to you. To see you.

"Now, that-" you said, "-was different."

"Was it?"

"Rick," you laughed, "-you hadn't seen me in five years. Your ex-wife and best friend were getting married. And you showed up at my house, drunk out of your mind, wanting to get together."

"Wasn't drunk when I said I wanted to get together," he mumbled out -eyes crinkling with that smile that made your heart stutter in your chest.

"Hungover, sorry," you clarified, "-but you were wasted the night before."

"Ain't debatin' 'at."

"Look," you sighed out, patting his shoulders, "-let's make a deal."

"Not 'is again-"

"No, listen-" you laughed.

He leaned forward, kissing you between laughs. It only made you laugh harder, and his smile got more crinkly -it was all teeth at the end.

"Rick," you laughed in between the press of his lips, "-Rick, listen to me."

He finally pulled back, eyes twinkling in that way you'd seen nearly every day since he'd shown up at your door, wasted. His hair was mussed a little from your own hands, and his eyes were just so in love. You couldn't help yourself.

You leaned forward and kissed him one more time -he laughed through that one.

"Okay, okay," you laughed, slowly gathering yourself, "-but I'm serious. Let me explain-"

"I'm listenin', baby," he hummed -eyes swimming over you in just admiration.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Grimes," you warned.

"'Can't help it," he muttered -heavy in his accent, "-You're just so pretty."

"Rick."

"Okay, okay," he finally relented, "-now go on, tell me the deal. Maybe it's a better one this time."

"Rick."

"Sorry," he apologized, "-'s too easy."

You rolled your eyes, hands finding themselves wrapped around his neck -fingers twirled in his hair, as you straddled his lap, "You're really testing it, Grimes."

He smiled at you, all shiny and fond. You couldn't stay mad.

"Okay, now listen," you began again, "-are you listening?"

"I am," he confirmed, a bit of a laugh perking onto his lips. Yours quirked up at the sight.

"Because we waited then," you echoed, eyes straight onto his, "-let's not wait now."

Rick merely looked at you.

"Think of it like a give and take."

He quirked an eyebrow, listening.

"All those terrible, terrible," you teased, "-months you weren't with me, are now. We waited those months, so we don't wait for these."

"'Was kinda terrible," he remarked -offhandedly.

"I know," you smiled, "-I'm great. Must've sucked."

He chuckled, hands moving to hold your waist -just as natural as the first time. The two of you slotted together nicely, always had.

"It did," he responded -genuinely.

You kissed him, a little longer than before -fingers twisted into his hair. He made the little noise you liked when you did that.

Pulling back, you grinned -flashing your ring, "Well, now, you've got me for life. So, I personally think it's worth it."

He grinned, kissing both of your cheeks like he couldn't hold it back. You smiled at it, at him, really.

"Very worth it," he reassured, eyes still twinkling.

"Alright, let's get down to business," you pushed back slightly, enough to extend your hand, "-we gotta a deal, Grimes?"

Rick looked at you for a moment, smiling, "Where we gonna get married?"

"Anywhere," you laughed, keeping your hand where it was, "-I don't care as long as we're married. We could do it in Bonnie's backyard and I-"

He interrupted you, smiling, "Ain't a bad idea. 'S pretty out there, cheap. So we can buy the land and build the house-"

"Then let's do it," you laughed, "-we'll get married in your Mom's backyard."

"And what 'bout the honeymoon?"

"You can ask Lori to take Carl for a while, and we can stay here-" his eyes flickered over your face, but you kept talking, "-it's not like we'd be going anywhere anyway."

"Ya don't wanna go out?" He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Rick," you leveled a look at him, "-I figured we'd be busy in other ways-"

He barked out a laugh at that -grin only getting wider, "'S a fair point."

You nodded, "See, our wedding? Done. Planned."

"What 'bout the reception?"

You paused a moment, offering, "We can have a dinner at Bonnie's."

"I wanna dance wit' you," he hummed out, something so fond in his voice, "-our first dance. I want 'at."

"Well," you huffed out, smiling, "-we'll plan out the reception. For you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you confirmed, "-it's your wedding too, you know."

"Our wedding," he whispered like he was talking to himself -something so very happy.

"Is that all?" You asked, holding your hand out, "-Do we have a deal?"

Rick looked at your hand a moment, like he was debating it. Before grabbing your face and pulling your lips to his, nothing more than a press of lips. But you didn't need anything more.

"Let's get married," he whispered in the little space between your mouths.

You grinned big and wide, "Let's get married."

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead

[movidita]

the TOWL smut you posted was just 😘🤌 chef’s kiss, honestly. would love to see more angsty/rough rick, in TOWL setting or TWD setting season 5 or 6. doesn’t have to be smut, but wouldn’t mind it ofc 😋

18+ mdni

You could tell something was off about him. He was uptight, easily irritated, and closed off. Angry and vengeful.

The best way for him to control his rage— fucking you.

Not just sex, fucking. Like dogs.

Rick was rough, more than. He left bruises and bite marks all over your body, he had you walking with a limp in the morning, handprints practically indented into your asscheek, his seed dripping down your leg, thighs trembling and tears in your eyes.

He took his anger out on you. All his frustrations, he poured into you; by ramming into you at absurd paces, holding your head between his massive hands and fucking your throat roughly, forcibly holding your hips down and literally eating you like a five star meal.

You loved when he mocked your moans and teasingly cooed at your pathetic whines, you loved when he contorted your body into whatever position his wanted and had at you.

You always left his place a mess. But you always came back. Every night like clockwork.

Eager to please him and allow the older man to have his way with you.

Whether he was pushing your head into the pillow and fucking you from behind, or slamming his hips into yours on whatever furniture he felt like— you liked the counter. When he bent you over it and held your legs apart, hands restrained behind your back as her mercilessly ruined your pussy.

You were always sore and sensitive down there after him. Trembling and struggling to stay upright.

He always took care of you after, helping you to the bed and cleaning you up. But he was always gone in the morning, leaving you to get dressed and sneakily exit his building.

Rick knew you’d be back.

He knew you liked to be his outlet and source of comfort. You liked that you could relieve his stress and take the tension away. You liked knowing you played an important role in his day.

That he could come to you whenever he wanted and do whatever he wanted.

It was his ritual— fucking you.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd x reader #rickgrimes #rick x reader #rick grimes x fem!reader #rick imagine #twd towl #rick grimes towl #twd imagine #twd smut

[movidita]

Omg somehow getting involved in a crime and Rick arresting you, then saying he'll let you go if you do him a favour 😋😋

18+ mdni

How you ended up here?

On your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, and a sheriff's cock down your throat?

Stealing a cheap, seven-dollar bracelet. Seven dollars. Pathetic.

Now you were struggling to breathe and gagging around the girth of an officer's dick. His hands tangled in your long locks and not so gently guiding your head up and down him.

It wasn’t like you put up a fight and protested when Rick suggested you did him a favour and he’ll let you off. Hell, you were more than eager to let your knees dig into the hard concrete and take as much of him as you could.

Desperately, licking and sucking him. Trying to make it as perfect as possible.

And didn’t he know it. Smirking at your eagerness and watching your eyes widen and gloss over when he hit that spot at the back of your throat.

Deputy Grimes loved it. Watching you all needy beneath him.

He knew it was wrong. This was certainly not in his job description and most definitely a crime— one far worse than you stealing a seven-dollar bracelet.

But he couldn’t help but take advantage of this opportunity when he saw your wobbling, pouty lips and doe eyes.

You were just so pretty, tits practically spilling out of your shirt, and your skirt hardly left anything to the imagination.

So when you cried and told him you’d do anything to be let go, he pitied you and pulled over in a secluded alley, swiftly pulling you out the back of his cop car and pushing you down to the floor.

Unbuckling his pants at record speed, his cock springing out.

He laughed at you— when you almost slobbered at the sight of him. Big, long and thick. Almost scared to take him all— scared he might not fit or would literally go down your throat.

But like the brave girl you were, you took all of him. Ignoring the spit and his precum that leaked out of your mouth and onto your tits, ignoring that you almost couldn’t breathe and was practically choking on his cock. You took him all.

And he let you off with a warning.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #rick x reader #twd x reader #rickgrimes #rick grimes x fem!reader #rick imagine

[movidita]

born to stare at rick grimes all day, forced to work

[movidita]

😩😩

like your weapon’s trainings or conditioning, getting to rick’s place for bedtime had become a nightly duty.

and okafor stressed the importance of being on time to you. after all, he needed his best soldier bright eyed and bushy tailed in the mornings.

you had to have your ass in rick’s bed by the time he was ready to hit the hay. it didn’t matter if he was planning on fucking you that night or just enjoying having another warm body around. okafor had clocked that you somehow increased the average hours of sleep rick gained each night and assigned you to a semi-permanent sleepover.

you watch from your elbows as the handsome man in front of you brushes his teeth.

this isn’t the first time okafor’s utilized your “girlish charm” or whatever the fuck he sees in you to get what he wants.

this is the farthest he’s ever asked you to go however. it was always innocent before; distracting important people, taking advantage of certain perversions to finish the mission. you shouldn’t complain. okafor did get you the job of your dreams, all things considered.

where else could you spend hours designing maps, establishing operation routes, and do it all with the help of formerly world renowned military engineers and some of the most advanced technology still left on the planet?

besides, the lieutenant colonel had kept his word; there isn’t a thing you want for at the moment. aside from the occasional homesickness which was gradually dulling into a numb, nearly nonexistent feeling, you didn’t yearn for much - only rick.

so now you spend your days in your new state of the art geospatial mapping studio and on your rare but highly anticipated surveying trips. okafor had reviewed your past surveying maps of the delaware valley with general beale and other senior staff - including rick - and your work proved fruitful enough to allow you a small team to continue surveying operations under the umbrella of logistics.

in all reality, okafor’s rewarding you handsomely.

and so is rick.

his southern drawl breaks you from your staring.

“huh?” utterly oblivious, you fall under his deep blue gaze.

“i asked you if i can turn the lights off." he repeats, fingers hovering over the light switch.

you nod. "yeah, i'm ready for bed."

the bed dips with rick's weight and like routine, you're drawn into his crushing embrace. rick liked to cuddle before bed. you don’t ask but there has to have been some wife or some woman somewhere who used to be in your position.

the soldier is stoic and stands on business, but that sour expression had begun to soften since you’d first seduced him on his sofa. little bits and pieces of a southern, east coast kind of background popped up through the twang of rick’s accent. anyone with a history with law enforcement instantly picked up on his past as a cop. you’d playfully asked if he had to cuff anyone before and just received a dim smile that started to sour until you threw yourself into his lap and cast away whatever storm clouds you’d brought on with kisses.

he’ll never outright tell you why he sleeps better with you or how he slept before he was even a consignee, but you don’t mind. the cozy embrace really gets you conked out every night, without fail. his dick does too.

that’s how you end up backing against him and tempting the hard outline that never seemed to disappear due to his size.

rick chuckles behind you but doesn’t move, just pulls you closer. "good night." he says with a kiss to the back of your head.

"night," you return, like you’re not jutting your ass backwards into him.

you’re shocked that he hasn’t said anything. rick doesn’t always take your touch so lightly. he’d punished you for teasing him in front of some of the air fleet’s officers by fingering you until you were begging to come in the repurposed law library next door just the other day.

the man only speaks up once your tight ass is rounding indisputable, deep circles against his groin. you couldn’t be anymore obvious with the gasp that flies out of you like a kite as soon as rick’s newly throbbing length twitches through his sleep pants.

“honey.”

“please, rick!” you pull out the begging already, having expected you would be fucked silly tonight.

“tonight’s not the night, darlin’.”

needy and craving the man beside you, your knees squirm. it’s only when you’re lightly kicking rick that he pays you any mind; your legs are shut closed by the force of his human hand and the prosthetic digging into your soft flesh.

the look he gives you is lacking patience. “now, what’re you doin’?”

“i need you tonight, rick,” you state plainly.

he scoffs and lets go of your thighs. “c’mon, honey, why don’t you just lay down and get a good night’s rest?” the gears are turning in your head and you’re lifting your legs and shifting between his legs before he can even try to draw you back to your pillow. he croaks your name when you start pawing at the drawstring of his pants. “honey, you need to-,”

“you need this,” you insist.

you’re not giving him enough time to complain with his sensitive head already on your tongue. rick curses his traitorous groans, and himself when he does nothing to fight against the firm hand you're utilizing to usher him onto his back.

"so, you want to relax?" he manages, despite the shudder inducing way in which fully go for it and swallow around him. midway down your throat, a light thrust and a near gag from you is all he needs to know your answer.

rick can only lean back and take what you give him. he's pretty sure that you're going to have him coming in your mouth but before he knows it, you’re face to face again. there’s no reason to be disappointed by the firm hold you still have on him with your hand. a few more sluggish licks and you’re readjusting, straddling him to tease his tip with the slick of your entrance.

"what about you?" rick’s rasping, not yet prepared after you removed him from your sweet mouth.

"what if i told you i came here ready?"

the statement has his cock jumping. you swivel slightly, clit bumping his own sensitive slippery skin. spit strewn, his head falls back at the feeling of his dick dipped into your engulfing heat - even half an inch.

“you sure, honey?”

“mhmm,” you confirm with a kiss and a grind onto him.

“really wanted it, didn’t you, darlin’?”

your confirmation comes out as a whimper. "i just wanna be full before bed. i wanna be full of you rick," and once those words leave your mouth, rick is decided and sending you from your knees to your back. he could never say no to those watery eyes.

a courtesy finger and some intricately placed kisses on your knees, thighs, and clit have you straining upwards. you're not burning for long because rick is ready to indulge you just as you wished tonight. without warning - not that you were wanting it tonight - rick fit himself as far inside your thick muscle as he could on the first thrust.

the stretch is familiar but striking enough for you to nearly double over onto him. you won’t fold in the face of your reward - at least not yet. determined to hold on, you plant two hands on the older man’s chest as you sink onto his thick length. his groans and your steady breaths are enough to lower yourself, and even fuck yourself you and down on him.

"thank you for fucking me tonight, rick." you cry through swollen lips and damp lashes. "i really need you to fall asleep," you confess in a tone no higher than a hushed hiss.

you don't know if you're expecting an answer but the quickened pace is to be expected. without a doubt, the man is sinking deeper inside of you as he forces his hips flush to yours.

"does this satisfy being full enough to fall asleep?"

the jolt he’s sending through your abdomen with each maddening plunge into you, has you fluttering around him.

“rick!”

you wake up with a hand on your ass and a breath behind you in your hair. it doesn’t last though. rick is gone before you know it and you’re left aching, craving him. you get him out of your system with your early morning physical therapy - pt - and a meal with your favorite fellow soldiers.

you’re not expecting to see rick again soon

the office facing the arboretum and the airfield is typically a still place, plagued by the constant thrum of the planes and helicopters, yes, but those who worked in the building had grown accustomed to the white noise. you're so grateful everyone in your division is out at lunch when rick slams the thick wooden door open.

stirred from your half drafted map of the midwest, your head surges up. you don't have time to open your mouth before rick is talking at you in his sergeant's voice.

“there are ten minutes until i need to be down at the helicopter hanger. you need to get me off in eight.”

stunned, the command doesn't urge you to your feet just yet. it's the sudden slamming of the door that jostles you from desk to the plaid loveseat where you settle onto your knees on a cushion facing sideways.

rick shakes his head. "no, i want you on your knees on the floor in front of me. now." you sigh and carry yourself down to the polished wooden floors. "i don't have time to sit."

"why?"

"because what i said was an order. don't question it."

with that preamble, you waste no time finding his belt and expertly undoing the buckle in record time. your hands move as fast as they can given all of the work this bulky uniform requires. somehow you breeze through the layers and ignore the ache growing in your knees. your second pt of the day is going to destroy you.

as you strip down rick's thermal boxers, you wonder if he's keen on fucking you now too. perhaps you'd gotten your allotted pounding last night and this would be it for the week. you really can never know with rick.

the issue of time returns to your mind however, so when you grip his length, you only lick up and down enough to get him taking coordinated breaths through his nose and tautening.

“you’ve been demandin’ lately, doll.”

your thighs squeeze together at the nickname.

“maybe i want to be a little demandin’ of you.”

a gloved hand shoves your head down. the incentive to keep your moans quiet doubles when you hear commotion outside your office. right on time; your colleagues are returning to lunch.

“think you can quiet that big mouth enough?”

no words leave your mouth, you just swallow around his length, glancing up into his expanded pupils; almost void of blue. hollowing your cheeks, you remember the time crunch he’s in and put a little more pep into your step. this leads to you rocking a bit on your knees.

rick snorts once he catches sight of the development. “so needy, even just with a cock in your mouth, huh?” his teasing is cut off by the orgasm building up as he throbs against your tongue.

putting in the effort to counter more than a couple of gags, you allow your jaw to slack so rick can enjoy the unobstructed tightness of your throat - perfect for him to come without the mess, leaving it to your mouth.

you weren’t prepared to suck rick off in your office today but you’re determined to leave no trace of this interaction. when he spills down your throat, only a little bit remains on your reddened puffy lips. you wipe your mouth nonchalantly once rick flops out of your mouth, still gazing down at you.

“clean me up.”

an order is an order.

exhaustively, you trace patterns from his base to the spit covered tip that’s still twitching. “fuck,” he utters when you take him into your mouth again. “don’t have time for this,” he’s scolding and palming himself back into his pants, grabbing your hand to stand you up with him for some scattered kisses across your forehead.

he presses a kiss to your temple, traveling lower to embellish purple marks on your collarbone. you’re sure he’s about to do more than just wantonly groping your perky tits but a few more moan inducing punches for your nipple and he’s sealing the interaction with one wolffish kiss. you’re nearly stumbling after him when he pulls away, tugging the last of his belts on.

the door is flung shut and that’s that. rick’s gone.

you’re on rick’s bed before he retires for the night.

“good to see you again today.” you purr, nearly kicking your feet. “i’m feeling spoiled seeing you three times in one day.”

the soldier rolls his eyes. he drops his tactical bag on the ottoman in front of the bed. “you here to sleep? or mess around?”

you shrug. “your choice.”

hints of a sly smile are on the sergeant’s face but he walks away shaking his head before you can call him down to bed just yet.

you could just sleep tonight. rick had been turning you on enough for you to take a night off, preferably drifting off in his arms until you had to wake for your quarterly river survey with the geologists, engineers, and biologists in your neighboring divisions. you had a lot to prepare for come the morning. it wouldn't be terrible to unwind by getting off tonight.

the thought's put on pause once rick's arms wrap around you as he sinks into the soft, bedding. smelling of fresh toothpaste and some kind of beard balm, he’s more than ready to hold onto you like a vice for the night.

“hey.” you coo.

“hey there,” an arm escapes you to turn out the wall light still on over on his side of the bed. only the dim glow of the hallway light touches the darkened room now.

you turn slightly so rick can at least see the outline of your face - your eyes, nose, and lips in the dark. “what was that all about early?”

“hmm?”

"the asshole act earlier?"

“you needed to remember rank.”

an exasperated heave almost sends you to a seated position. “rank?”

“yes.”

the lack of playfulness in your voice has you wondrously thankful that he can’t see your eye rolls in the dark.

“that’s kinda fucked, rick.”

“says the one who just loves getting fucked.”

you shut up.

“getting on her knees, i don’t remember you complainin’ once i got you beneath me earlier today.”

you can’t say that you recall complaining either.

it feels like muscle memory when he gets you onto all fours.

set up on his knees with your cunt under his nose, rick licks a devastating stripe from top to bottom. then he’s coming back up again and squeezing muffled shrieks from you.

“you like that, honey?”

“i do, rick,” you reply breathlessly. you dig a clenched fist into the comforter. “fuck!” tears threaten your waterline already.

“like my tongue?”

“mhmm,” you writhe as he makes it his mission to bury his warm, wriggly appendage as far inside of you as he can. he’ll never be as deep as his cock but the difference in sensation has you nearly folding into the mattress.

the added finger has you squirming in conjunction with the taunting, flickering tongue working back out to your clit. eventually there’s a two pronged attempt to open you up. you’re clenching around his fingers when you hear him ask, “do you think you’re ready?”

“one hundred percent,” you breathe.

“‘kay, i need you to be one hundred percent sure of that, soldier.”

you tease on top of him at the mention, nearly jumping once you feel him at your entrance. lust centered, you nod your head assuredly. “yes, sergeant. i’m ready for your cock. ready to fulfill the mission.”

rick’s smirk and tousled curls are the last thing you see before you’re manhandled like a rag doll into the mattress.

then that rhythm that had you so worked up is paling in comparison to how full you feel with just a few inches of rick. whispering sweet praise and reminding you of the task at hand, you exhale and puff soft cheeks. the biting kisses from rick as he settles inside of you have your eyes already rolling back. his newfound rhythm only fulfills the trance you knew only ne could put you in.

crammed tight full of cock, you’re chanting his name and he’s petting your hair, praising you as you squeeze around him just excellently.

“you gonna come on my cock, soldier?”

“only if you’ll let me, sergeant.”

his balls slap against your clit, wonderfully matching the dull tap he’s testing on your cervix. it doesn’t matter though as he’s repositioning constantly and brushing the forlorn parts, placing his fingers in a painstakingly strategic position on your clit.

“want you so bad, rick.” the words tumble out as rick brings another hand from the fat of your ass to your tit. the touch has you arching, gasping and clawing at the sheets. “rick, rick!”

“love hearin’ you say my name,” he’s grunting into your hair when he lowers himself down to fuck you deeper.

this new angle that rick’s fucking you at has you incoherent. hips pistoning you into the mattress and closer to the mounting heat in your core that was threatening to ruin rick’s sheets. the pressure has tears cascading down your cheeks. if it was lighter you’d see them on the sheets but your bleary eyes only take in pillow, as your cunt takes all of rick.

a palm pushing down on the flat of your back. you sink further into the bed, allowing rick to penetrate you deeper. this newfound depth has you face down with a single trembling clawed hand to the sheets.

“rick,” you’re croaking, crying out for him.

one more thrust of his hips and you swear he’s going to break you.

he mutters a “fuck” and croons deep;

“michonne.”

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

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rick grimes is the type of man to make you stay behind him at all times when you’re out on a run together, his hand holding yours to keep you close while using his body to block you from harms way. ⋆˙⟡

#rick grimes

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ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR RN

“good fucking girl.”

is definitely not something rick should be saying to his best friend’s girlfriend - especially not with his cock halfway down her throat.

the moment shane had stepped out for a run with glenn and michonne, you and rick were all over each other. you couldn’t handle sneaking into rick’s bed down the hall anymore. you were bound to end up in his lap on the sectional, pawing at him like a bitch in heat.

it’s not that shane didn’t fuck you; he took every chance he got. you’re just enamored with rick. ever since your boyfriend had “shared” you with his fellow officer, rick had been on your mind.

the way his brown constable’s jacket fit against his muscles when they flexed. the glint of his chocolate curls. how good he is with judith.

rick gets you goin’ in a way shane hasn’t for quite some time. he was right when he got you down on your knees back at the rest stop. you did look at rick like you wanted to drain him and then have him bend you over and fuck you silly - and that’s what ended up happening.

ever since that day, shane got off on toying with you and having you sit on rick’s cock in addition to his own. he uttered excuses about the stresses of their new duties as constable but you just slid down your denim skort and squealed the occasion away.

you’re quiet now, nice and muffled on rick’s dick as you swallow around him. the motion has him twitching in your mouth. wanting to finish off inside of you for the night, the thick length in your mouth is withdrawing and suddenly you’re in that familiar face down position again.

“so wet, baby,” rick remarks in awe as his length brushes your slippery entrance.

you’re squeezing your thighs together - trapping him between the pillowy soft surfaces. “rick,” you cry. “c’mon, already.”

“what’d we say?”

you swallow, a tear from how needy you are sliding down your cheek. “please, sir.”

you could care less if shane walked in right now. as long as rick keeps driving his hips into hours and breathing your name like a prayer, you’ll be content. content to get fucked silly by the man before he takes you in his arms and spends the night with a hand on your waist and his nose buried in your hair.

that’s after though.

now, you’re being nearly fucked up the bed.

rick’s just enjoying the way your sweet little cunt grips him like it needs him. the little thing sucks him in even better than your mouth.

and you’re a whole other story. sweat sticking to your glistening forehead, you’re babbling incoherent thoughts, strung out on the cock molding you to his shape.

your slick is pooling around rick like he’s in the fucking atlantic. so close to losing it all over him already, you’re making an absolute mess of the couch that you’ll have to resolve before shane gets home. don’t worry him suffering from any fear of missing out.

the man is swept from your mind when rick absolutely crams his cock inside of your clinging cunt. fthe kiss to your cervix is enough for you to start seeing spots around the older man making you take his cock so well.

every time you park your pussy on rick’s thick dick and come, you ground down, grasp his hand, do anything to get as close as possible. feeling him to skin to skin is second only to feeling him fill you up. the filthy praises coming from his lips come close as well.

“fuck, baby, so nice and tight. you want me to come inside you, huh? have shane come home to this pussy all messy?”

you’re shaking your head like you have any idea what you’re asking for. “yes, rick! i want you to make a mess of my pussy.”

“then come all over this cock, honey.”

“mhmm, rick, i-,”

“that’s it.”

“i love how deep you are, rick-,” you’re bumbling like an idiot and muttering a string of “i love you”s as the dam bursts and you come undone on rick’s cock.

the pulsing warmth beneath you is accompanied by a husky, “i love you too,” and a chorus of your name into your shoulder as rick used his horsecock to fuck you two through your climaxes.

the friction on your clit heightens the heat surrounding you and flooding into you from rick. you’re almost overwhelmed by the bruising kisses rick purples onto your neck as he gathers you on top of him.

“you did so good, honey,” he’s praising you and you’re just nodding, humming, “thank you”s and “i know”s until he’s bear hugging you again. the way he nuzzles into your neck from behind and exhales into your hair is enough for you to forget trudging up to bed and drift off into rick’s touch right there.

you’re already asleep in his arms but he takes the time to stroke your hair and kiss up and down your temples. god, he loves getting this time with you to himself - even if you’re asleep.

with you pressed against him and your heartbeat thrumming, the world is still and rick realizes something - he’s never letting you go.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #shane walsh #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #shane walsh smut #twd smut #twd imagine #twd

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IGH I NEED THEM

“are you guys coming to bed?”

you’re sitting up halfway, half lidded eyes fighting the hard fight to stay open.

blue eyes meet yours from the inside of the en-suite. “yes, one moment, sweetheart.”

your chest falls with your huffy breath. poised to pout, you splay yourself back onto the bedspread. what the fuck is taking so long? you’re about ready to bury your face in the pillow.

needy is the only word to describe you in the aftermath of nights like tonight.

fucked several times over, you couldn’t stand to be so far apart from your men. at least one of them should be on the satin blue sheets with their sinewy arms around you. their absence aches. you know someone has to throw away the condoms, fetch you a clean sleep shirt, toss the used towels in the hamper, etcetera. however, you’re too needy for them to just throw you one of rick’s oversized shirts and hang out in the bathroom without you.

you stretch your arms in an attempt to extinguish the last traces of energy in your system but you know you’d feel infinitely better in a pair of toned arms. head rolling to face the bathroom, you’re unlucky enough not to catch either of their gazes. it’s only your loud pouts that snap them out of whatever conversation they’re having.

“is someone in there whinin’?”

rick’s sultry smooth voice reignites something in you that has you responding with nothing but a hazed out moan. emphasizing the manner in which you flip yourself over to your stomach, sticking your ass up when you bury your face into the clean sheets in protest.

“don’t tell me she’s poutin’ again.”

“sounds like exactly that.”

you do your best to hide your snide smile when the bed lowers slightly right beside you.

“what do you need? a kiss?” the ex-sheriff plants an arm into the soft bed beside you to lean over and rotate you onto your back, caressing your hair and tonguing your mouth open - not that you gave up a fight.

“mhm,” you yowl into his mouth.

a matching groan rumbles from his throat as rick reaches down to inspect your panties. he chuckles. “just as i expected, two cocks and you’re still craving another release, silly girl.”

whenever he gets his fingers in your hair, you’re putty in rick’s hands. the simple sensation is satisfying enough to have you wincing when he withdraws his fingers, nearly kicking in desperation.

you can’t complain though because before you know it the man is moving his fingers from your hair to attack your entrance.

“shit,” you gasp into his mouth when two fingers pry you open.

“pretty girl need some lovin’ before she falls asleep?” daryl whispers into your ear and appearing on your opposite side.

“just a little more.” rick concludes, lazily pumping a finger into you while you squirm beneath him. “i think we tuckered her out. maybe we give her one last release for being such a good girl and put her to bed.”

you nod eagerly and like that daryl is descending between your legs to lift up your rick’s oversized sleep shirt. still underwear free from when you’d first climbed in bed with them, daryl’s tongue lands on your sensitive center.

the redneck’s auburn locks are in your hands instantly as you pant, “daryl, fuck.”

“this how you like to wind down?” rick mocks with a mouth on your rosy right bud.

you muster enough energy to nod your head. “mhmm.”

“do the sounds of daryl lapping up your slutty pussy help you fall asleep before bed?”

your mouth falls open at the question. all you can do is babble, blubbering when rick bites down on your chest. “rick!”

“honey,” rick’s tone turns serious. blue eyes honing in on your cloudy stare. “awfully rude to be just callin’ my name when dear daryl’s the one fucking you with his tongue.” you can’t argue with that. “why don’t you give him some credit?”

crying out, a sob starts your apology. “sorry, daryl. your tongue feels so good,” you stutter through teary eyes, legs and lips quivering. “thank you for taking care of me before bed.”

daryl doesn’t respond; too focused on the task at hand.

rick’s face is still smug. “why don’t you ask daryl for permission to come, sweetheart?” rick muses with a hardened nipple between his fingers, painfully turning it over the pad of his forefinger and watching your face twist with wanton need.

“daryl!” you’re howling.

the man doesn’t stop.

rick snickers. “try again, honey,” he’s traveling up the bed to bestow a peck on your lips before they’re parting to plead at the man who’s taking you apart with his tongue.

“daryl, please,” you’re borderline wailing now, tempting rick with your fucked out tears and irregular breath. chest rising and falling with every respiration, you’re red with the need for release and the need for the redhead beneath you to spare you some grace. “please, i need to come, daryl. please, i want to come so bad, can i come? daryl!”

for the first moment in minutes, the archer briefly pops his vacuum of a mouth off of your weeping slit to give you the most serious look before granting you permission to, “make a mess, girl.”

leaning into daryl’s blessing, you ground your hips against his face and squeeze the hand that’s intertwined with rick’s as the pressure that had been heightening explodes.

the circles daryl’d paired with his unforgiving tongue do nothing but pulsate the pressure deeper throughout your sensitive bundle of nerves. the same nerves that were flaring and rocking you in galvanizing pangs of pleasure as if they’d also gotten that memo that daryl had given you permission to cum, encouraged by the warm tongue flat against you.

it’s only when your legs are about to collapse on top of his tawny head that daryl retreats, giving your spent cunt a light slap for good measure.

his face is glistening just as your cunt had been when he dove headfirst between your legs.

you’re bending forward towards him in an anxious effort to have him on your lips again. he’d been so close to you - you need him to be that close again. that’s why you’re about to sob when he

the thoughtful man brings the straw to your lips, allowing you to take a long drink and signal for him to place the bottle on the nightstand. it’s not ten seconds before he’s grasping your face and giving you the long, drawn out good night kiss you’re always craving from him.

daryl’s flush against your left when your lips disconnect. if rick hadn’t caught you in his arms, daryl would’ve been closer but he’ll be rising early to hunt anyways, and he wouldn’t want to wake you.

rick’s arm lays atop your pillow and his head tucked on top of yours as you start to drift off, “night, sweet girl” being the last words you hear before you fall into the coziest slumber.

#the walking dead #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes smut #daryl dixon smut #rick grimes #daryl dixon #rick grimes x reader x daryl dixon #rick grimes imagine #daryl dixon imagine

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rick grimes

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hey amelia!!! I have to say I’m really into your blog and the way you write Rickyl x reader!!! Your jealous Rick is crazy good too!

Speaking of jealous Rick, I salivate at the idea of Rick being super competitive about making the reader come and it works so well with jealous Rick. Imagining him competing with Daryl’s mouth…the possibilities

(thank you smm!!)

18+ mdni

Rick was possessive. And overprotective. A giver.

He liked to know he could please you in all the right ways.

He liked to know he did it best.

That it was him who gave you the perfect amount of orgasms, him who made your legs shake, him who made your pussy sore the next day.

Him. Not Daryl.

It was always an unspoken competition between the two men.

Rick would always fight to fuck you first, stretch out your holes, try new positions with him. It had to be him first.

He didn’t like sharing.

His mouth was always first on your swollen bud, his cock was always first to impale you, his cock was first down your throat, and his cock was first to stretch out the ringed muscle of your ass.

He was all of your firsts.

Of course, he still let Daryl have a go, but always after him. He had to fuck you first. That’s just how it was.

Like now, the man was between your spread legs, lapping up your folds and pumping three fingers inside of you.

Daryl lying at your side, gently brushing the baby hairs out of your face and pressing delicate kisses to the side of your face.

You were loving it— the attention from both men.

Turning your head to embrace the archer in a deep kiss, tongues fighting against each other.

And that made Rick mad, that you were basking in Daryl’s attention rather than he.

I mean, he was the one causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll back, he deserved the attention. Not his best friend.

You moan into the man’s mouth, and in a second, Rick’s hands wrap around your thighs and tug you closer to him, scooting you down the mattress.

His mouth leaves your sweet cunt and comes up to pepper kisses across your chest and then finally to your pink lips, a kiss filled with intensity, the man deepening it when he catches Daryl gawking at the pair of you.

The bow-man looks to him as if to say ‘really’, a scoff leaving his lips but it ultimately turns into a smirk.

Your hands wrap around the sheriff's neck, subsequently wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer and grinding your wet heat against his covered erection.

Rick knew he had won, he had all your attention, had you clawing desperately at his body, not a single thought in your mushy mind being for Daryl— just him.

And he loved it.

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[movidita]

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.

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oh my god

“not happening.”

“what if i told you that you’d be helping to save the world?”

“by fucking him?”

you scoff, turning your attention back to the braid you’d begun down your back. “i’m not helping you with your passion project, okafor. i have actual shit to do.”

okafor grins at you. “bullshit.”

“no, i still have weekly duties and assignments. i can’t just drop all of that trying to seduce your ticking time bomb.”

“i see the way he looks at you,” he states with a breath of your name. “if he’s gonna be open to anyone, it’s you.”

“he doesn’t need to be open to anyone.” you counter.

“i don’t think you know what he needs yet.”

“and you do?”

“he needs you.”

“no.” you reply flatly, fists clenched. “you need him to enact your little plan that i have nothing to do with.”

the lieutenant colonel gives you a haughty smile. “well then, at the very least he needs stress relief and you owe me a favor.”

you glare at him. “that was a one time thing.”

“you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

“being perpetually indebted to you with favors isn’t what i signed up for,” you complain as you plait your hair.

“you get to sit around and make your little maps and fuck around all day.” your superior reminds you.

you do your best not to scowl too much, unlike the man who your former benefactor wanted you to de-stress fuck. he constantly had a sour look on his face. he was the consignee who cut off his fucking hand trying to escape. how would you convince someone like that to just lay back and let you fuck them until they didn’t miss whatever life they had before again?

“this is kind of a far ask, okafor.” you note and tie off the end of your braid. you finally turn around from the mirror in front of you to face the dark green fatigue clad man behind you. “it’s never gone as far as touching someone like that and actually fucking them. i don’t think i’m up for that.”

okafor crosses his arms. “are you sure about that? last time i checked, you eye fuck him almost as much as he eye fucks you.”

“you’re an asshole.” you spit, venom dripping from your words. “i’m not letting you coerce me into this.” your eyes meet his brown irises. “let this be the last straw for you, lock me up, dishonorably discharge me, whatever, but i’m not just gonna hop on your lackey’s dick because you say so.”

he takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together, smirking for whatever reason. “i think you’ll want to.” he suddenly stands and you’re paranoid for a split second that he’s about to summon backup or attempt to disarm you right here and now. “because i’m not serving up any threats, just desserts. you’ve been good to me and i’ve been good to you. i want you to continue to reward you. maybe with what you’ve wanted all along.”

your eyebrow lifts. “and what would that be?”

okafor doesn’t say anything when you begin breaking the dress code with your workout gear. you make sure to plan time around your community mapping projects to run past the officers' meeting hall in the tighest pair of shorts you owned.

you never forgot to smile and wave to okafor and rick as you pass by. it takes a few days but rick returns your wave.

content adorns your face when you catch him surveying your form from afar, getting closer and closer to that sweet reward okafor had promised you.

soon enough rick is running into you everywhere. you're crossing paths in helicopter hangers, on benches outside of the barracks, during your runs around the reservoir, at the gym, in the administrative office in your most yielding sweater, in the hallway, and at his front door on okafor’s orders.

“okafor wanted me to make sure this got to you.”

“thank you,” rick grunts gruffly, accepting the folder with his latest field assignment from your grasp.

“anytime, rick,” you crow.

before he can bid you good night, you ask if he’d been briefed by okafor yet. he shakes his head.

you smile sweetly. “well, he really wanted you to sit down and talk about the park with someone who’s been there before, knows the layout.”

the cowboy type raises an eyebrow. “you’ve been to olympia national park before.”

“mhmm,” you confirm. “a long time ago but i know more about it than okafor.” you let out a breath, eyes boring into his icy blue gaze. “got a minute?”

the dark wainscoting of officer’s quarters enters your field of vision as rick leads you through the skinny hallway, pointing out a bathroom before bringing you into what you assume is the downstairs living room.

“you can help yourself to the kitchen,” he offers graciously, gesturing towards the kitchen of the open floor plan living space.

“thanks!” you chirp and weave towards the kitchen, finding two short glasses and flinging a cabinet open.

“oh, you have whiskey!”

“it was a gift from okafor.”

you can barely keep a guffaw from tumbling out of your mouth. “that’s very on brand for him,” you comment, turning the handcrafted decanter over in your hands. “well, lucky for you, okafor has fantastic taste.”

rick observes from the leather sofa as you pour two short glasses of whiskey - not even asking if you could. the orange light of the kitchen does nothing to hide how great you look for nine o’clock at night. your gauzy long hair glints, looking sleek beneath the lights as it falls inches above the curve of your ass.

the same bottom that had seemingly been following rick around base. it was like everywhere he turned: you were there. whatever inspired this house call felt suspiciously related.

kneeling on the floor next to the coffee table, you place the tray with your drinks down and empty the folder of its documents in order to splay them across the table. you reach up to rick to pass him one of the twin glasses.

reluctantly, he accepts. however, he doesn’t take a sip from his glass until after you do.

he doesn’t miss the way your throat tenses at the burn of the liquor when it makes its way down. you throw another swig back like a young woman who’s grown accustomed to drinking with her fellow soldiers, but in the quarters of one of her superiors?

“so, here’s where you’ll be landing.” your glass is already on the coffee table and you’re pointing out green meandering lines. “whitehorse mountain is right here. just be careful of atmospheric rivers in the area. did okafor tell you about what happened to the Apache team?”

the dark haired man shook his head, worry lines becoming more pronounced.

you shake your head. “forget i said anything.” you take another quick drink from your glass and rick looks alarmed - you’re not like your oxen brothers in arm who could drink themselves silly. he doesn’t have time to dwell on it though because you’re skipping right to the next print out to detail his planned trek along the Sauk river.

“it’s a pretty ridge. you should stop and take a picture.” you suggest, thumbing through laminated landmark shots of valleys and vistas, making a verbal note of one which is a convenient stop on his trip.

he bites his pink lip. “i don’t think getting a photo of the view is gonna be on my mind, sweetheart.”

“why not?” you question with a glimmer in your eye. “someone like you should take time to relax when you can.”

he chides your name. “what’re you doin’?”

“your job is important, and we all have jobs to do, right?”

there’s a far awayness in his eyes that you can’t place when you lean in closer. feet tucked under your knees, you’re trailing your hand up rick’s thigh towards the tent in his pants.

“you wanna fuck my mouth?”

“why’re you doin’ this?”

when he iterates your name, you consider backing down but then you remember okafor’s promise and how truly repressed this man seemed.

“it’s been a while hasn’t it.”

rick squirms. he doesn’t mean to but it’s a question not many people have the balls to ask him and he didn’t expect it from you of all people. he tries to block whatever memories are bubbling in response and busies himself with taking in the view of your parted lips.

“you don’t have to say anything, just relax,” you coo, shoving him back slightly.

looking down at you, rick doesn’t know what he has to gain from saying no at this point. rick huffs as you approach his erection but he doesn’t object.

his waistband falls with your fingers and you’re faced with the massive length you’d been worrying about. ever since you first saw rick’s bulge, you were brainstorming how you’d even fit him inside your taut walls, much less inside of your mouth.

starting slow, you begin at the base and kitten lick up to the top. rick’s groans give him away immediately. how can he hide how repressed he is with a cock as hard as rocks?

at the top of him, you’re laving his cockhead in your mouth. “i’ve never been with anyone this big,” you admit for the potential ego boost - even though it’s one hundred percent true. rick has a fucking horse cock if you’ve ever seen one.

your hand is working overtime with everything you can’t fit into your mouth at first. rick exhales hoarsely at the wet heat of your mouth devouring him. he hasn’t had a mouth on him in so long. your tight, warm lips wrap around his dick and you swallow around him.

his self control is rusty so he curses when he bucks into your face, stalling his hips only for you to pick up your pace. he wants to pull you off when he feels like he’s about to cum down your tight airway which is crammed full of his cock.

at the first feeling of that telltale twitch against your tongue, you prepare to do your part to keep rick’s nice leather couch clean and swallow everything he’s been holding back.

popping off of him, you look back up at him and grant a toothy smile. his eyes are lurid and closed with what you only assume is lust. you’re not prepared for his rough grip to drag you onto the surface and into his lap.

the green cargo mini skirt you were wearing falls down your legs and lands somewhere on the wood paneled floor. the moment after you wipe your mouth with a tight fitting sleeve, rick captures your mouth. slightly taken aback, you moan into the man, squirming borderline uncontrollably on top of him as he pulls your top over your head.

his sturdy fingertips ghost across up your waist to your breast. with one robust squeeze as a warning, he assaults your heaving chest with his flesh hand and bruises your collarbone with something between a kiss and a mini-puncture wound. the proesthetic invades your panties and teases your labia, eliciting a needy hum from you.

his horse cock makes itself known again against the front of your pale pink panties.

fuck, how will he fit?

“god, you’re already soakin’ me.”

you get past the feel of his embrace for a moment to glance down only to be greeted with the sight of your swampy lap. how did i do that? you ponder.

“i wanna feel you on my cock, sweetheart. is that something you can do to help me relax?”

you grin. “i’m glad you asked.” you feel a renewed tingle downstairs. “why don’t you see how i take your fingers first?”

a smirk forms on his face. “probably should.” and then he’s reaching between the two of you to prod a finger at your dripping mound.

a deft finger drives into you. you’re expecting another one but as you lazily rest your head on his clothed shoulder, you just whine. the finger inside of you curls and unfurls, stretching you out without the addition of another digit. just the way his fingers drags along your walls has you twisting on top of him.

“you’re really wet for a girl who came over to talk about maps.”

you don’t comment, just cant your hips and beg for another finger. he obliges.

the calculated sensation has you forgetting what he’s talking about, forgetting about your plan. that rhythm he’s adopted speeds up once you make eye contact with rick.

“one more?” he questions.

you nod furiously. “another!”

rick doesn’t delay and the floor drops out from under once you feel a tongue on your quiveting lower lips.

“rick!” you gasp as his fingers and tongue work in unison to squeeze every naughty little noise out of you.

the soldier doesn’t speak; he just laps up your pussy like it was an order.

you come all over his face.

“sorr-,” you’re shut up by a wet finger in your mouth.

“that’s it.”

the no longer meek man trains his eyes on you as you suck his finger clean. through half lidded eyes, you watch his pupils dilate into fully lust blown orbs. devoid of the bright blue you’d seen before, rick’s stare only shifts when he’s shifting you on top of him.

“is it going to fit?” you don’t even realize that your thoughts are materializing out loud.

the officer snorts. “never had a problem before.”

the initial stretch is challenging. your breath is caught in your throat and you’re almost asking the man beneath you to slow down but he’s already inching in at an excruciatingly stable rate.

fuck, you’re reconsidering this. you curse your lieutenant colonel for acting like this whole song and dance was easy. figures. okafor isn’t the one getting stretched out on an eight inch cock.

at the sound of your whines, rick places a kiss on the top of your forehead. “doin’ so good for me,” rick praises. “so tight.”

i know, i feel you tearing me open you want to rasp but you just try to settle into the feeling. you adjust your position, tilting enough for rick to take a renewed interest in your ass. a firm hand plants itself on your flesh in an attempt to leverage you closer.

“almost there,” he grunts and continues pushing through your clinging canal, through the thick rings of muscle that grip his cock so tightly.

momentarily, you slump against the soldier. yeah, you’d been running around the base in hopes of attracting rick’s attention but your exercise routine was no match for the man with a brick between his legs.

once he’s sheathed inside of you, rick reaches down to toy with your clit. you mutter a soft curse. the sensation picks up and you’re faced with not just feeling full but fully stimulated as well. each drag against your sensitive bundle of nerves has you whimpering into rick.

drives into you become harsher. the impact feels less like a truck and more like a commanding officer. an arm is wrapped around you to keep your position steady on top of okafor’s new favorite soldier. the same one who seems to be hitting the right spot every time he moves you up and down his length.

your hands reach for his graying chestnut hair. they find purchase while rick rocks into you. the urge to complain that his shirt is on exits once a familiar pressure mounts inside of you.

“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me.”

“mhmm,” you expire into his neck, nuzzling into him when he presses fingernails into your sides and lifts and lowers you like his own personal stress relief toy.

you can’t be bothered to care. you’re getting what you want out of this: a reward and a release.

pleasure is just radiating throughout your core again. whatever pain had you speechless earlier has evolved into an ecstasy that has you babbling. rick just keeps a hand on the small of your back and carries on pouring himself into you - into your tight little canal, back and forth, in and out.

“rick,” you’re mewling.

the man can’t be bothered to plant a hand pleasurably on your pussy or respond to your cries, so you complain a little louder.

“want you to cum in me.” you stutter into the pillowcase.

“don’t think you want that,” rick demurely admits.

“no,” you argue between pants. “i’m on the shot they have here. i want you to fill me up.”

rick utters a curse into your neck, pouring himself into you so swiftly you’re surprised. just like you asked, he pumps his hips leisurely into your soaked cunt. you wince at the sound of a squelch. hopefully rick doesn’t care too much about having to clean his sofa.

neither of you are expecting the noise you make when rick untangles himself from you. you’re too tired to have shame and simply sink back into the ductile pillows. your head swivels over slowly to find rick watching your chest fall up and down unevenly.

laying beside the man, you can’t help but feel accomplished. for once, the soldier is sporting a blissed out look on his face instead of a scowl or thousand yard stare. but as he slings an arm around you and tugs you closer to his sweltering, sweaty body, you can’t help but feel guilty - manipulative even.

mission accomplished, but at what cost?

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