pink

horny and suicidal

[dustbunniess]

RICK AND DARYL COME HOME TO FIND YOU DANCING AROUND BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF YOUR BOYFRIENDS RETURN

[cottagebabyy]

He looked so hot being pissed off at Shane in season two <33333

[kittennextdoor]

(18+) Your man is Mr. #hungwalk ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

Men who have a hung walk are the worst because they never seem to know they're doing it. They just stroll through life with that lazy, unhurried confidence, shoulders loose, chin raised, taking up entirely too much space in your imagination. Every step looks deliberate, like gravity pulls on them a little differently than everybody else.

He walks like his thick, heavy dick is always half-hard and demanding attention. You’ve seen it a hundred times — the way his jeans hang just right, the slight bulge shifting as he moves, the way he unconsciously adjusts himself when he thinks no one’s looking. But you’re always looking; it's hard not to.

Maybe it's the slight spread of his stance, maybe it's pure delusion on your part, but once you notice it, it's over. Suddenly you're watching him cross the room like a detective gathering evidence, trying not to stare while your brain supplies information. The worst part is when he catches you staring, asking you what you're smiling at while you're busy fighting for your life because he just walked across the room like he's being weighed down.

It is even more obvious when he sits down. He drops into a chair, pushes his hips forward slightly to get comfortable, and spreads his legs wide in that effortless man-spread. The thick bulge in his pants shifts heavily with the movement, settling prominently between his thighs like it needs all the room it can get. He leans back, one arm draped over the back of the couch or chair, completely oblivious to how obscene and distracting the whole thing looks.

You can’t help but stare every single time.

[cottagebabyy]

[uglylittlelamb]

haii! from your cafe could i get a 24oz mocha w/ the number 15 chocolate chip and number 6 crepe !

i wasn’t sure what syrup to put for this as i was wondering if you could do it during the farm era? its totally okay if not! i love your writing btw <3

24oz mocha w/crepes & cookies .ᐟ

in which you’re just too sweet, and rick is already grieving the death of his marriage. how can he resist you?

themes: farm era, f!reader, marital issues, cheating, needy!rick, brief impregnation mention, exhibitionism?? (fucking in the kitchen).

a/n: trying hard not to make drabble too long… i hope this is satisfactory. i liked it a lot, wanna make more rick content. toxic!rick???

rick and lori weren’t doing great. tension, drama, trauma. they had carl to focus on, forgetting all the things that had gone wrong in their marriage. rick was struggling, losing his head. everyone could see it. their leader was fraying at the edges.

there was you, though. something about you made rick weak in the knees. always had something positive to say, always smiling. not to mention you were drop dead gorgeous. he couldn’t help gawking when he thought you weren’t looking.

naturally, he took things too far.

lori and rick had been bickering over something, and rick had stormed off steaming mad. the house was mostly empty when he came in through the back, sitting at the dining table to cool off.

you didn’t need to be asked, just appeared with a glass of ice water, and a comforting gaze. “you okay?” you asked, your voice gentle as always.

rick looked at the glass in his hand, the condensation wetting the pad of his fingers, and nearly popped a blood vessel. normally, he found you endearing and sweet. right now, with your nipples poking against the fabric of your shirt, your presence sickeningly innocent in the midst of his feral rage, it made him angry. it was too tempting. unfair.

“i’m… fine,” he waved you off, hoping you’d leave.

instead, you sat. you beamed, waiting for him to talk. or not. you didn’t mind either way. “you don’t have to tell me, but i’m here if you’d like me to be,” you said simply.

such a kind gesture, and rick wanted to ruin it. to soil it with these primal desires you made bubble up in his gut. he gripped the cup tighter. swigged half of it down.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” rick muttered.

you slid your chair closer. he was so fucked.

“dear,” rick sighed, daring to glance your way.

an easy mistake. your wide eyes, curious and soft, made rick’s stomach flip. his cock twitched, and he immediately felt a pang of guilt pulling him back. hell, you didn’t even know. it killed him.

“i know it’s been difficult here, but you’re incredibly smart. we really need a man like you here to help us. herschel, he ain’t gonna be around long, yunno,” you explained, voice barely above a whisper. “jus’ wanna make sure you ain’t… leavin’… yet.”

your cheeks were painted a pretty pink, showing your shy nature, and driving rick up a wall. with all the stress, the lack of sleep, the thick chemistry whirling around you, he snapped.

rick leaned in, and kissed you. his hand cupped the back of your head, unable to control himself as he practically ate your face. you squirmed, stunned, before pulling away with a gasp.

“rick!” you hissed, eyes dilated, face flushed. “what… you… you can’t—”

you stopped, unsure of what to say to that. your hand came up, hovering over your lips. you could still taste him. you were dizzy.

“i know,” rick whispered, pulling you closer still. “i know, please, just… just fer a minute.”

he came back, kissing you slower, messier. your eyes fluttered shut, melting into the kiss, moaning softly. reality shook you, and you backed away again. “s-seriously, rick, we can’t,” you insisted. “you… you’re married.”

he knew it. it was gonna eat him alive later. but right now, with you right here, lips slick with his spit, he couldn’t give a damn. his hand slid up your leg, head tilting to lap at your neck.

“i know,” rick muttered again, sucking the skin softly. “i can be quick. no one’s gotta know.”

“oh, god,” you whined, back arching into his touch. “this is… so wrong…”

somehow, you ended up sitting on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around rick’s waist, letting him fuck you in the middle of the damn day. it was risky and foolish and insane, but you were too far gone to care. your teeth dug into his shoulder, groaning and gasping with each sharp thrust of his hips.

“god, wish you were mine,” rick snarled, holding your neck possessively. “wish i could parade you ‘round, full’a my kids—fuck.”

“rick, rick, rick, please,” you babbled. “gon’ get caught, please, we gotta s-stop!”

this was the beginning of a very messy affair.

[cottagebabyy]

Omg now that I'm watching towl im realizing I've literally never read a Rick fic of this era??? Like LOOK AT SERGEANT GRIMES HES SO HOT PLS WRITE ABOUT HIM YALL 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[dingus-dweeb]

[cottagebabyy]

Guyss I just started watching twd the ones who live :)) it's going funnn, lowkey it's a bit hard to understand but I'm glad to see my husband 😝

[madlysage]

and ya know what say it again

[cottagebabyy]

Ik everyone in the group was like wtf is wrong with him but I would've been like yes daddy <33

[loveridden1999]

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

[huunni]

a man who's intimate.

a man who adjusts to your every need. who kisses you every morning. who never lets you go to sleep angry with him. a man who knows every inch of you, every scar, mole, bump.

a man who never raises his voice at you. who lets his body language talk when he's angry. whose skin bubbles with heat as he crosses his arms and tilts his head, listening to your rant before nodding. "you're right, sugar. im sorry."

a man who practically begs you to let him make it better, kissing from your toetips all the way up to where your night shorts stop, barely covering any of your brown skin. who takes them down with his teeth because even though he's sorry, he's still got his pride.

a man who doesn't let up on your pleasure. who stays nursing on your clit like he's a baby. who makes you cum three times before even thinking about fucking you, your thighs sticky with sweat as he settles between them.

a man who fucks you in heavy, slooooww strokes that drag every vein through your walls. whose groans are low and sensual, driving fire to your clit and ovaries as he sweats, his body hot against yours. he notices how your stomach twitches softly as he lays his hand over it, how your walls suddenly close tight enough for him to halt his movements.

"like it when i lay my hand here, honey? when i feel my cock inside you? you like that?" his voice is taunting. he knows you like it. he knows because your moans suddenly pick up in volume, and your feet next to either of his ears nearly fall from his shoulders. he doesn't let you run from him, though. he wraps one of his arms around your knees, keeping your feet hopelessly in the air as he thrusts into you with debaucherous vigor.

a man who overstimulates every nerve in your body at once, sending you floating off as you come. who holds you through it, watching as your eyes roll like you're possessed. he can't get enough of it, not until you're practically choking, stumbling over how good it feels, how you can't take it anymore. the screams of his name into the heavy air of your bedroom just egging him on to make you cum again. to push your limit. to watch your soul wander from your body for a moment.

a man whose job and life purpose is to please you, a man who's intimate.

[dix0nvix3n]

no caption needed

[yummymeee]

alexandria would have to deal with their problems on their own bc he would not be leaving my bedroom

[huunni]

how do they.. you know? (daryl dixon and rick grimes x black!fem!reader)

🍯: hunni drops — head fulla straight up pot idk what im about to write

🐻: bear in the hive — uh dubcon mention? idk maybe not. im hgih u guys

daryl fucks like he's meeting a quota. it isn't personal, just a fact of nature. he fucks like he has a point to prove. like you have to know something. he's impatient in his strokes, often losing his own rhythm because he's too eager to make you cum. he'll bend you over anything. any time, any place. just say the word. (and be careful if you do, cuz there's no taking it back after that.)

even the way he talks is domineering, like he's trying to keep pace or stay on a specific track. loooots of keeping your focus. whether its light taps on your cheek or pulling your hair to make your eyes roll. "come on, baby. focus on me. you cummin'?"

rick fucks like a good stretch, slow and intense. he makes you reel in your pleasure before he completely submerges you in it. he's a heavy fucker, he likes to be up close and laying as close to you as possible so he can whisper in your ear.

he looooves talking to you, loves it even more when you talk back to him. everything you say gets repeated in that "oh, yeah? mhm?" mocking tone. he loves feeling you squeeze him after he says shit like that. if you're mumbling and babbling, he's definitely asking you to speak up, but he's being mean about it. "sorry, baby? you gonna repeat that, or am i supposed to understand that droolin'?"

[luckieangel]

if you get horny out of the blue it’s because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

too perverted for the normies not perverted enough for the real perverts how am i supposed to make it in this crazy world

[cottagebabyy]

Why have I literally read all the fics in the Rick Grimes smut tag 😭 in genuine need of more (ovulating)🙏🏻

[cottagebabyy]