summary. it's hard to ignore your feelings for rick when he's teaching you how to shoot a gun
contents. gn!reader, s2 farm era, age gap, light angst, insecurities, target practice, unrequited feelings — 1.5k words
notes. just a short little fic from my drafts, i wanna write some alexandria stuff soon though <33 dividers by cursed-carmine
“What’d you do before all this?”
Your aim, pointed so steadily on the horizon, dropped to the ground as you lowered your gun.
“Does it matter?” you asked, shaking your head before glancing over your shoulder at Rick Grimes, who wore an expression that was both open and curious.
There was no question about what Rick did before the end of the world. He’d rode into Atlanta with a shiny badge, all the authority in the world, and enough strength to get himself out of the city alive. His job had been one that had taught him things—useful things.
You’d been nothing more than a warm seat in a desk chair, a few years out of college and the dreaded uncertainty that came with the first decade of adulthood.
Exhaling, you took another aim at the horizon, a rushed shot, hoping that maybe, you could distract Rick from his question.
The bullet sped past the targets, landing somewhere in the empty field.
“I’m just curious,” Rick said, barely batting an eye at your failure. “You’ve never told anyone.”
“No one’s ever asked.”
With a heavy sigh, you let the the gun fall to your side. That was just one more missed shot in a long line of missed shots. At the rate you were going, you’d be an easy target for the walkers.
People like you weren’t supposed to be alive.
The apocalypse was for people like Shane, like Rick, who had learned to kill and weren’t afraid of it, who could do whatever it took to keep their loved ones alive.
It seemed a miracle you’d made this far. Perhaps you only had other people to thank for that.
You and Glenn had had enough brains and muscle between the two of you to make it with another group back in Atlanta, but you doubted you’d still be alive if you hadn’t found him. From there on out, you’d stayed with the group, fought as best you could, and let others take the lead.
It certainly wasn’t sustainable.
You turned to face Rick. His arms were crossed over his chest, face searching yours like the sheriff he had been, scrutinizing you like you were the suspect of a crime.
“I’m asking now,” he said simply, thinking more than he let on.
You pushed your hair out of your face, the wind caressing your cheeks softly. Out here, so far from the urban center, the smells were different—fresh, woody, a million different natural things that were captured in a single gust of air.
“It doesn’t matter—that’s the answer to both of our questions,” you said as you dropped your gaze, turning back around.
It was difficult to meet Rick’s eyes, something about them so intense and penetrating, enough to get under your skin and make you feel a warmth you tried to ignore.
You knew how stupid it was to feel something every time he looked at you, to feel a churn in your chest from his gaze. The rules may have been different now, but Rick had a child, he loved his wife, and his small smiles were sincere, not wanting.
Still, they lit you up from the inside out, heat blooming under your skin every time you were in his proximity.
You hid your desire well, embarrassed by the fact that it existed at all. You were no child, but you may as well have been—intelligent adults didn’t develop feelings for people they had no chance with.
“Alright.” Rick didn’t push the issue, didn’t question why you wouldn’t tell him, and for that, you were grateful.
The fact of the matter was that you needed to be useful, needed a reason for the group to keep you around. Rick may be a kind man, but there were others that would leave you behind, others that would give up your life to save five more. You refused to be a liability.
For some reason, you’d come to believe that telling them about your past would diminish your worth, even though you knew it was a silly thought. Glenn delivered pizzas, after all, and Carol and Lori had been housewives; they all had roles to play in the grand scheme of the apocalypse.
Still, you felt that even the weakest in the group had something you lacked. You were certain you were at the bottom of the food chain, whether that was true or not.
“Have you ever shot a gun before?” Rick asked, another mindless question. He was full of them today, but you couldn’t blame him for trying his best to make conversation when you wouldn’t.
“Just once,” you said, raising your arm again. “At summer camp. It was a rifle, though.”
You tried to remember the movements, how to point the barrel at a target and take it out. You’d done just fine back then, had been able to shoot a clay pigeon down, but it’d been nearly a decade since you’d last held a gun.
This time, you were without beginner’s luck and under a lot more pressure to get it right. Every day of being a poor shot meant having one foot deeper in the grave.
Swallowing, you let out another soft breath, and pointed the gun back at the target. You took one more shot, and this time, it landed just a few inches right of the can.
Better, but still not good enough.
“It’s a lot different in real life than in video games,” you said, remaining serious.
You weren’t sure if your joke would land—it was hard to imagine Rick behind the television with a controller in his hand, but he did have a son.
To your relief, Rick laughed, his eyes squeezing at the corners in a way that made your heart lurch.
“Just a little.” This time, after yet another missed shot, Rick came closer. Every footstep felt like one more needle in your arm as your hand began to shake, imperceptibly, around the handle of the gun. It was a miracle you’d been able to focus at all, with Rick’s attention completely on you. “Any experience is better than none at all. It’s like riding a bike.”
You doubted that was true, and that your few hours of skeet shooting at camp counted for very little. But if it let him think you were useful, that you could keep others alive, you’d keep your mouth shut.
Rick took up the space behind you, and though there were still inches between you, it felt as if you were leaned up against a heater, the waves of warmth circulating between your bodies.
His palm pressed between your shoulder blades, steadying the muscles there as his other hand came around your own.
Surprised, you took a sharp inhale, not expecting the feeling of his callused, heavy palm to curl around you.
“Tighten your grip,” Rick said, adjusting your fingers. His breath ghosted across your neck, and you were certain he could hear your heartbeat, the way your pulse quickened, the vein in your neck jumping. “Focus on the front sight and pull the trigger straight back.”
You nodded, though it was hard to focus on anything but the feeling of your hand in his, his chin just inches from the back of your head, his arm lengthened along your own. Your cheeks were hot, sweat beginning on your hairline, and you were grateful you could blame that the weather. It was humid, enough to explain your discomfort, even if it wasn’t the real reason.
Taking one more breath, you pulled the trigger, the bullet whistling through the wind. Rick held your arm steady, and the target—an empty can—splintered and fell onto the ground.
It wasn’t until Rick released you that you processed the win, too caught up in his endearing, supportive cloud. You knew he meant nothing by it, wanted only to help you stay alive, but your heart thudded, yearning to grow closer, a desperation you quenched and drowned even deeper.
A low laugh broke free from his throat, and he patted you on the back, where his palm had been on your shoulder-blades, before stepping away. “Good job, kid.” Rick said, and you grew even hotter, your throat clenching up until you couldn’t speak anymore.
Too hoarse to return his praise with a thanks, you nodded, hoping you’d committed his advice to memory. The woodsy, sweaty musk of his skin still lingered around you, and you almost wished he’d leave you alone, just as much as you wished he’d stay.
Rick, thankfully, had grown distracted by the darkening sky, his attention diverted enough for you to get control of yourself. His voice was even deeper when he spoke again, accent thicker. “We should probably head back to camp in a few minutes,” he said, putting more space between you. “It’s getting dark.”
You nodded once more, but the horizon was still orange, and any walkers that came your way would be visible for at least a half hour. Raising the gun higher, you gestured back towards the empty space, hopeful that another few shots would take your mind off of Rick Grimes.
“We’ve got a little more time. Can you set up another target for me?”
Rick eyed you curiously, before he let out another laugh and shrugged half-heartedly. “Sure, why not.”
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synopsis- having a boyfriend in the mafia isn't all diamonds and champagne. in the absence of his attention, he gives you the gift of someone else's.
starring- billy russo, frank castle, and female!reader
rated- x (18+) for explicit sexual content, graphic nudity, and strong language
run time- 3.6k
“Not now, darlin’.”
Billy didn’t even glance up from his computer. You’d spent nearly an hour in the shower, shaved and exfoliated, lathered your body in lotion until you were silky smooth, spritzed on the perfume that always drove him wild, spent extra time on your hair and makeup, showed up to his office to surprise him, and…nothing.
He didn’t even look up when you’d seductively unbuttoned the long black wool coat and let it slip off your shoulders to pool on the floor around your heels, leaving you in a red lacy lingerie set that left very little to the imagination.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
It had been like this for weeks now. A shipment had been stolen from the docks, and it had incited chaos. The Gnucci’s were pointing fingers at the Russians, the Russians were threatening to retaliate for the disrespect, and Billy had been drawn right into the middle of it because his guys were supposed to be the protection. You’d barely seen him at all lately.
“You know you’re not supposed to be out ‘til this dies down-”
“You’ve been saying that for over a month, William. I can’t stay cooped up in that goddamn penthouse, alone, anymore.”
Billy let out a frustrated exhale through his nose, leaning back in his chair to look at you, not even reacting to what you were wearing or how you looked, which had your stubborn confidence deflating.
“Would you quit bein’ a fuckin’ brat? I’m sorry you’re mad I can’t be up your ass right now, but I’m in the middle of some serious shit. Preventin’ an all out gang war is a bit more important than you gettin’ fucked. Christ, you act like you ain’t got toys to tide you over.”
His words incinerated you, and you reached down to rip your coat off the floor angrily.
“At least the only time those toys disappoint me is when the fucking batteries die. And if they can keep me satisfied, then what the hell do I need you for?”
Billy’s eyes darkened at your venomous words, but he could hear the clear hurt in your voice beneath the vexation, and it bothered him. It wasn’t like he enjoyed being away from you lately. He was frustrated that this situation had even happened, but he was more worried that if he didn’t handle it, someone might try to hurt you just to get back at him.
Letting out a sigh, he rubbed his palm down his face as you hastily pulled your coat back on.
“Look, just…hang on a minute, darlin’.”
He knew he was being unfair to you. The two of you had a very healthy sex life, or did, up until a month ago. He knew this attitude was purely sexual frustration, and you weren’t gonna calm down until you got what you wanted.
And Billy could never deny you.
He glanced over at his office door, his eyes lingering on it for a moment seemingly in thought before they flickered back to you.
“I know what you need, baby.”
The sudden saccharine softness of his voice perplexed you, a stark contrast to how he’d spoken to you just moments before, and the wicked smirk that stretched across his mouth clued you in that he was up to something, but you had no idea what. Before you could even ask, his eyes flickered over to the door again and he called out.
“Hey, Frankie.”
A few seconds later, the door opened, and a familiar figure stepped in, causing you to quickly wrap your coat around yourself tightly to protect your modesty as you shot Billy an incredulous look. He seemed to not have a care in the world that you were standing there in lingerie when Frank walked into the room.
“Yeah?”
Billy loosened the tie around his neck as he looked at Frank, gesturing to you with a nod of his head.
“Take care of my girl, would ya? She’s feelin’ a bit neglected.”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you gawked at Billy. Your brain refused to process the words that passed through your ears. Did he just offer you to Frank?
“What the fuck, Billy?”
“What? My hands are tied up right now, baby. Frank’s ain’t.”
All at once your cheeks flushed with heat, though you weren’t sure if it was from anger or embarrassment. Billy was serious. He was actually fucking serious. Frank, who had said maybe seven words to you the entire six months that you’d known him, seemed completely unphased by Billy’s command. You weren’t naive about who Billy was and what he did, and there was no naivety towards Frank either.
You didn’t know much about Frank, other than that Billy had known him for a long time, was the person Billy trusted most in the world, and did virtually whatever Billy asked of him, no matter what it was.
But would he do this?
He stood there with that broody expression you swore was permanent, the look in his dark brown eyes as unreadable as ever. He was like a statue. A big, broad, grumpy statute that communicated through grunts ninety percent of the time. He was the polar opposite of Billy in every way. While Billy was all designer labels, flirty charm, and a perfectly polished appearance, Frank was more rugged, a bit abrasive, and seemed to only own one pair of boots.
You were so completely dumbfounded, it took you a moment to stutter out an apology.
“I…God, Frank, I’m so sorry. I don’t…I have no idea why he-”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. How you want it?”
You weren’t sure what it was that sent the tingle down your spine; his blunt question, or the rough baritone of his voice. Had he always sounded like that? You couldn’t remember. He never said much to you, and maybe you’d never paid him much attention because he was so goddamn intimidating. He was also so quiet that sometimes you forgot he was even in the room, which seemed impossible, because how the hell do you miss a man that looks like he could snap you in half and build a house with his bare hands.
“W-What?”
“You gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
All you could do was blink in bewilderment. Sweetheart. Oh, that shouldn’t have sounded as good as it did coming from his soft looking lips. Was he actually agreeing to this? Were you actually considering it? Was this a test? You looked over at Billy in utter astonishment, trying to gauge what he was thinking, but his attention had already drifted. He was typing something on his phone when he chimed in to fill your silence.
“She likes bein’ told what to do, Frankie. You’re gonna have to take the reins.”
“That right?”
Frank wasn’t looking at Billy. He was looking at you. And that stormy look in his eyes seemed to have eclipsed into something that made heat bloom in your lower belly. His eyes were roving over the long black wool coat like he could see right through it, lingering on the exposed skin of your legs before meeting your wide eyed gaze. He kept his eyes locked on you as he calmly sat down in one of the plush chairs, spreading his thick thighs wide.
“Show me what you got on under there, yeah?”
Part of you was still struggling to understand what was happening. That little voice in the back of your head was trying to tell you this was a bad idea, coming up with a million reasons to just walk out that door and question Billy in private later to figure out what the fuck he was thinking. But another part of you, a stronger part, wanted to be selfish and give into the aching hunger that was begging to be sated.
A toy could only do so much. A toy couldn’t bend you over and leave hand prints on your ass. A toy couldn’t pull your hair and whisper breathy praises. A toy couldn’t play with your nipples while it ate you out. You needed more.
“Don’t be shy now, baby. Be a good girl and do what you’re told.”
Billy’s further taunts aggravated you. He was the one who had been neglecting you, and now he had the audacity to tease you. He didn’t seem to care if you fucked Frank, so why should you? The way Frank was looking at you, even all covered up by your coat, he may have been following Billy’s orders, but he wanted it. He wanted you.
So fuck it.
This time when you let the coat slip off your shoulders, you got the reaction you wanted. A sharp intake of breath, a dilation of pupils, evidence of desire beginning to strain against a zipper. Frank shamelessly let his eyes travel up and down your body, his ravenous gaze meeting yours once again as he patted his thigh in a silent command you were all too eager to obey. He didn’t reach out and grab you once you were standing between his spread legs, he just stared up at you and patted his thigh again.
“Sit.”
Your fingertips lightly trembled as you reached your hands out to grab onto his broad shoulders, lowering yourself down to straddle his lap. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest, and the firm muscle beneath his shirt. You’d never been this close to him before. He smelled like mint and black coffee, and something…earthy. Something masculine. It made you dizzy.
“Are you gonna touch me?”
The edge of Frank’s mouth quirked up in a smirk as he tilted his head to the side a little, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“You want me to touch you?”
You gave a nod of your head, but that didn’t satisfy Frank.
“Use your words, pretty girl.”
Tightening your grip on his shoulders, you leaned in to brush your nose against his. You wondered if he could feel your heart pounding against his chest, and a needy noise you’d never heard yourself make escaped.
“Please just touch me, Frank. I don’t have the patience to beg-”
“Relax sweetheart, I ain’t gonna make you beg. Just makin’ sure you’re okay with this, that’s all.”
Frank lifted his hand to cradle your jaw. His hand was rough with calluses, and there was a lingering scent of gunpowder on his skin. He traced your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, and when your lips instinctively parted, he slipped two of his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your warm wet tongue. Letting out a soft noise, you licked at his fingers and started to suck, while his other hand found your hip and pulled you closer on his lap.
“That’s it, good girl.”
When he pulled you closer, it made you grind against the large bulge in his jeans, and the friction of rough denim against your thin damp lacy thong made your eyes flutter. The sound of his gravely voice granting you praise had you nearly on the brink of coming already. God, you probably could come like this, sucking on Frank’s fingers and dry humping him. Something told you that he probably wouldn’t mind.
When he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, there was a string of your saliva connected between his digits and your lips, stretching until it silently snapped. Slipping his hand down between your thighs, he hooked his finger into your thong and pulled it to the side, and the moment his slick fingers made contact with your wet pussy, it was like a jolt to your system and a sharp moan of relief escaped.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Frank leaned in to leave open mouthed wet kisses along your neck, not wasting any time in finding your aching clit and giving it the attention it craved. One of your hands found the back of his neck while your other gripped his shoulder, your nails sinking into his flesh beneath the fabric of his shirt. You could hear how wet you were, could hear the obscene sound of Frank’s fingers playing with your pussy, and it made you shudder.
“This what you wanted?”
The sound of your blood rushing in your ears and your own pleasure drowned out Billy’s voice in the background, talking to someone on the phone. You’d almost forgotten he was there. All you could focus on was Frank. The expert motion of his fingers, the sound of his alluring voice, the dedication to your pleasure. Unlike Billy, Frank didn’t hesitate to give you exactly what you wanted. No teasing, no games. It was impossible to not give into your selfish greed.
“Frank…more…”
“Yeah? Tell me what you want, pretty girl. Whatever you want, you can have it.”
Your hands slipped between your bodies, blindly fumbling for his belt buckle. Frank let out a quiet grunt and pulled back to look at you, a lazy smirk stretched over his lips.
“You wanna ride me, sweetheart?”
Clawing at the leather of his belt, you nodded breathlessly as you popped the button on his jeans, tugging at the zipper. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he lifted his hips to shove his jeans and briefs down just enough for his hard cock to spring free, giving your ass a firm smack.
“Well go on, then.”
As soon as you started to sink down onto him, your jaw went slack and your eyes nearly rolled. Frank was big, much bigger than Billy. His thick girth stretching out your tight cunt elicited a delicious symphony of pleasure and pain, and once he bottomed out, a strangled moan tore from your throat.
“Oh God-”
Behind you, Billy stopped pacing in front of the large floor to ceiling windows.
“Sorry, one sec. Frankie, keep her quiet, would ya?”
Billy’s voice sounded miles away in your head despite his presence behind you. When Frank clamped his palm over your mouth, a moan was muffled by his rough skin. You couldn’t explain why that turned you on even more, or why the thought of Billy watching you get fucked by his best friend while still doing business had you buzzing with exhilaration.
It should have made you feel guilty and ashamed, or at least that’s what you had expected to feel. Fucking Frank was one thing, but fucking him in front of Billy…it shouldn’t have been as exciting as it was. Maybe a twisted part of you got satisfaction from it. Even though Billy was the one that had suggested it, in your mind it was his punishment for neglecting you. Then again…maybe Billy didn’t see it that way. Maybe he wanted to watch. You couldn’t see him straddling Frank’s lap like this, but you could feel his eyes on you. You knew he was watching.
Like a lightning strike, a sudden spark of realization shocked your system, illuminating something you hadn’t been able to put together at first. Billy’s casual offer. Frank’s uninhibited acceptance. The weight of your boyfriend’s heated stare.
They’d done this before.
You weren’t sure if Billy just liked watching his best friend fuck his girlfriends, if they participated in regular threesomes, or what the deal was, but the nonchalant attitude they both had towards this situation made it very clear this was not some out of the blue occurrence. And that…well…that generated several different emotions and questions. You weren’t sure why, but that epiphany had you feeling more impetuous, more bold and eager to fully surrender to your intrinsic desires.
If Billy wanted a show, you’d give him a fucking show.
Tugging Frank’s hand away from your mouth, you leaned in for a messy top lip kiss, and his tongue instinctively sought yours out, inviting himself past your parted lips. The passion you normally resolved for your boyfriend was fully unleashed on Frank, and he willingly drowned in it. He gripped your hips with both hands now, guiding your rhythm as you rocked your hips against his, riding him harder and faster as you gained confidence. The feeling of his rough hands exploring your soft skin, kneading and squeezing, grabbing your ass and giving it encouraging spanks, it all had you moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck…Frank…”
“Yeah, baby? What is it?”
He murmured against your neck, trailing warm messy open mouthed kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin and flicking his tongue over your bitten flesh to soothe the sting.
Letting your head dip back to offer more of yourself to him, your eyes fluttered while continuing to roll your hips, alternating between bouncing on his cock and riding him at a more languid pace, fully indulging in having him inside you.
“It’s so fucking big…”
Frank nuzzled his large nose against the underside of your jaw, one of his hands gripping your waist while his other splayed over your lower back, gliding up and down your skin in a soothing caress.
“Takin’ it so well, yeah? You’re bein’ such a good girl, ain’t you?”
The wrecked whimper you let out in response had him letting out a quiet grunt, his tongue gliding over your lips which eagerly parted to seek out his kiss.
“Say it for me, sweetheart. Tell me you’re a good girl.”
Purely just to be a brat and get back at Billy for how he’d treated you for the past month, you wrapped both of your arms around Frank’s neck and fully pressed yourself against him, kissing him eagerly before moaning in pleasure.
“I’m your good girl.”
Billy was a jealous and possessive man by nature, which was a total juxtaposition to the fact that he shared his women with Frank. You weren’t sure what it was about Frank specifically that caused Billy to want to share, and maybe your little stunt wouldn’t make him jealous at all, but you knew Billy and you knew that praising Frank’s big dick and saying you were his girl had to appeal to Billy’s ego. Maybe he’d get pissed and make you pay for it later in bed. Maybe he’d feel challenged and join you and Frank.
Either way, you were getting what you wanted.
“Atta girl. Such a pretty…perfect…good girl. Ridin’ me so good, baby…you got the best pussy, you know that? Keep ridin’ me like that, you’re gonna make me come.”
The praise he whispered into your ear in his gravely voice, the filthy things that sounded so sweet from his soft lips, it was all driving you wild, and he grunted when he felt your cunt clenching around his cock.
He slipped his hand between your thighs, his thumb finding your swollen clit again, and before the wrecked moan could escape your lips, he clamped his other hand over your mouth again. Letting your head fall back, you gripped onto Frank’s shirt, clawing at it while he bucked his hips upwards, making you bounce on his cock as he fervently rubbed at your clit.
“C’mon sweetheart…I know you’re right there, yeah? Come for me, pretty girl.”
It suddenly felt like you’d been staring directly into the sun, your eyes fluttering as monochromatic confetti exploded behind your eyelids. The tension that had been tightly coiled within you was expelled instantly as you writhed on Frank’s lap, making a mess on his lap with a flood of euphoria. It felt like you were floating, your body buzzing with bliss, and Frank let out a breathy chuckle when you slumped against him.
“You still with us, darlin’?”
You hadn’t even heard Billy approach, but when he started to stroke your hair, the scent of his expensive cologne pulled you back to the present. It also made you suddenly aware of just how selfish you’d been. Pulling back to sit up, with Frank’s assistance, you looked at him in almost an apologetic daze.
“You didn’t-”
“Shh shh shh.”
Billy wrapped his hand around your throat as he pressed against you from behind, and you could feel his hard on nudging against your lower back. His thumb gently caressed your jaw as he bent down to kiss your temple. You kept your eyes on Frank, watching his broad shoulders rise and fall from how hard he was breathing, hearing the exertion in his heavy pants that escaped his parted lips, feeling his hands still holding your waist tightly, keeping you anchored to his lap.
“I think you should tell Frank thank you for bein’ so generous, don’t you, darlin’?”
Billy was already lifting you off of Frank’s lap, earning a quiet grunt from Frank when he slipped out of you, and a broken whine from you at the sudden emptiness you felt. Before you could protest, Billy lowered you down onto your shaky knees in front of Frank, your hands darting out to grip his thick thighs through his jeans to steady yourself. Frank’s cock was glistening with your juices, and he gathered your cream that had dripped down with the same two fingers he’d put in your mouth, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. The noise you let out made Billy chuckle, and you heard the familiar jingle of a belt buckle and a zipper being undone.
“I think she likes sharin’, Frankie.”
Placing his hand between your shoulder blades, Billy made you bend over until Frank’s cock was right in your face, and you could feel the blunt head of his own cock notching at your drenched gaping entrance. Frank reached down and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes still locked on you, a grin stretching across his mouth.
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