Rick Grimes x !femreader Smut
Being Rick’s personal fucktoy was too much. You had to leave the prison. But you came back, of course you did.
It’s been years since Rick has seen you. Touched you.
2 years. Alone. Depraved. Thirsty. Hungry.
Only you could ever quench his thirst for his desire to cum. No matter how painful.
Chapter 1
I walked up to the gates, covered in walker guts and bruises. Rick spotted me immediately, his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of me. I’m battered, covered in dirt and blood, but he could still see the familiar curves and the beauty underneath my thin, ripped shirt, with most of the buttons gone- only a thin rope to secure my dignity.
He approached the gate slowly, his eyes locked onto mine. “You.”
Rick watched as I walked past him without stopping or acknowledging his presence. His jaw clenched tightly as anger and desire bred within him; a dangerous combination after two years without release or satisfaction, all because of you leaving him horny every night dreaming about taking you.
“Mmm… Stop.” He balled up a fist and placed his other hand on his face, attempting to cover any emotion. His higher pitched moan of disbelief when he first saw you was enough to know he didn’t want to lose you again.
I turned around. His eyes were blazing with an intense mix of anger and unspoken desire. He strided towards me quickly, his hand reaching out to grab my arm and pull me back. “Where… have you been?” his voice was rough, deeper than before. His signature head tilt proved there was no escaping this conversation.
“Um… just around,” I stammered. “I found a new camp and stayed with them, but they… nevermind.” I looked at my hands, tracing along the shaky outline of my fingertips, too anxious to make any more eye contact.
Rick’s grip on my arm tightened possessively. His thumb accidentally brushed over a bruise, making him see red. He pulled me closer, his face inches from mine. My heart was skipping beats, making me lose my focus. His animalistic grip on my bruise intensified the pain of my journey back.
“You show up, and you’re coming back here now? After two fucking years?” He grunts, refusing to let go of me.
“I had no where else to go,” I stared at the leafy ground. “I… i just couldn’t stay there…”
Rick’s anger melted away at my words, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. He pulled me into a tight embrace, burying his face in my neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent mixed with dirt and blood. “No… no. You’re staying here.” His dead tone made it impossible to deny it, there was no way im leaving this place again.
“You’re not going to ask where the camp is?” I asked, hoping he would never bring it up later. The horrors I was put through could no longer be uttered from my mouth.
Rick pulled back slightly to look at me, his hands cupping my face gently despite the anger and desire still swirling in his eyes. “Baby girl… I will kill every single one of them for laying a hand on you,” he growled. His thumb brushed over a cut on my cheek. “But first…”
“First what?” I said low, not knowing where his mind was going.
Rick’s jaw tightened, his gaze dropping to my swollen lips, the bruises, and the blood coating my skin. His voice came out low and dangerous. “First, I’m getting you cleaned up.” He scooped me up in his arms effortlessly, one hand sliding down to grip my thigh possessively. “Then we’re having this conversation.”
I lay limp in his arms, knowing no one could hurt me. Only Rick.
Rick carried me through the prison, ignoring the curious stares of the others. He kicked open the door to his room, the same room he’d slept alone in for two long years. He kicked the door shut behind him and locked it, setting me down on the bed gently. “Stay.”
“Mhm” I replied, a hint of fear in my voice.
As he laid me down, my tattered shirt unbuttoned effortlessly, leaving me bare. His glare told me there was no coming back from this.
This was the point of no return.
Alone in his room Rick would dream to have another taste of me, despite my pleas and resignation. There was nothing i could do to stop him.
I scramble at my shirt, attempting to cover my breasts, but it was too late. His hard penis was already throbbing at the plain sight of me.
I had to say something. I was in no shape for anything right now. I needed rest.
“No, Rick.” My words came out croaky.
He leaned closer slowly to face me, his eyes dark with a mix of shock and intense desire. He walked back to the bed, climbing onto it and crawling over me like an animal. “Say that again,” he growled.
“Rick,” I whispered, my voice trembling. I had no idea what he was about to do to me, but I was about to find out.
