Insufferable (Rick Grimes x Reader)*SMUT*
Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader
Warnings: SEX, age gap, danger, killing zombies, Dom/Sub dynamic, daddy kink, spanking, cursing, kinky sex, cum
Request: COULD U lol make a fanfic with rick and the reader and the reader being younger than him and he treats her like a kid and she gets pissed with it and goes out and does something stoopid to prove a point and the reader and rick argue bad and it gets really hot real fast and rick has to show the reader who’s boss LMAO and it gets really kinky really tough and yh :)))) lol thank u @bvyppp
A/N: Yea there isn’t a whole lot of backstory. It’s pretty much all sex. I guess that’s what happen when I don’t see my boyfriend for over a week ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
God that man aggravated you to no end.
All you had done was ask to go on a supply run. He was going out to try and scavenge the surrounding area, and you figured you would be able to help. Instead you got a lecture about how dangerous it is beyond the wall.
Although you had been living in Alexandria long before Rick and his group came along, you had spent years on the outside of those walls. You knew how to handle yourself around walkers, and everybody knew it. Everybody except for Rick, it seemed. Years of fighting the dead didn’t count for anything in his eyes. He treated you as if you had no knowledge of the outside world, no knowledge of how to defend yourself.
Sure, you may have been younger than him. He was in his early forties and you were just about to hit thirty. That still gave him no right to baby you. You were a fully-grown adult woman who could damn well handle herself. You just had to find a way to prove that to him.
Finally you got your chance. A small hoard of walkers had made its way towards the Alexandria walls. A group of survivors began forming with Rick as their leader, arming themselves to go take on the threat as a group. Before they got the chance, you snuck out the front gate, running towards the group with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
You aimed at the first walker, quickly shooting it through the eye. It collapsed to the ground, causing the rest of the undead to look to you. You readied your bow and arrow again, taking aim at the walker that seemed to be the closest to you. Once again you shot the arrow right through its eye, killing it instantly. You had gotten to be an amazing archer over the years, needing a way to kill targets silently from a distance. Plus, the arrows were retrievable unlike a bullet. You picked the walkers off one by one, dwindling their number from somewhere around ten down to only one in less than a minute. You readied your last shot, taking aim at the final walker.
“Y/N!” You heard a voice call, startling you and breaking your concentration. The arrow went flying, hitting the walker in the arm. You turned back to see Rick and the others running towards you from the gate. You reached into your quiver, only to feel nothing. You panicked. Overconfident, you hadn’t brought any extra arrows. You reached for the knife you always kept on your belt loop, grabbing the hilt as you felt two cold arms grab at your shoulders.
You fell to the ground, losing your grip on the knife. It slid out of the holster and across the pavement, just out of your reach. You used both hands to push on the torso of the monster on top of you, trying to keep its snarling jaws away from you. It reeked of death and decay, and you had to try not to vomit then and there.
Despite your best efforts, the creature seemed to get closer and closer to your face. It’s snapping teeth were mere inches from your nose. Just as you thought it was all over, its head exploded and the walker fell limp onto you. You pushed it off, jumping quickly to your feet as you wiped the putrid blood onto your sleeve.
Rick stormed up to you angrily, his eyes on fire.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” He snarled. “Thanks to you I had to waste a bullet. Thankfully I had a silencer, otherwise all the walkers in the area would be flocking to us thanks to you.”
You looked up at him defiantly, refusing to let him scold you like a little girl.
“I can handle myself, Rick. If it weren’t for you I could have shot every single one of them.”
“You didn’t bring any more arrows,” he retorted.
“I brought enough, I could have killed the last one if you hadn’t distracted me.”
“Well if you are so easily distracted, you shouldn’t have come out here on your own.” He said. You could hear the anger dripping off his tone. By this time you were walking back to the wall, the group opening the gate for you. Rick was hot on your heels the whole time.
“You shouldn’t have gone out there on your own.”
“I am more than capable of defending myself,” you scoffed.
“You could have gotten hurt,” he said as you stomped up the steps into your house.
“Well I didn’t, did I?” You said sarcastically, although with your tone it was clear to anybody listening that you were pissed off. To your displeasure, Rick pushed the door open before you could slam it on him, slamming behind himself instead.
“Only thanks to me, you had a walker inches from your face.”
Only then did you notice your position. You had turned to face him, leaving you with your back mere inches from the wall. He had stormed close to you, getting right up in your face as he yelled at you. You had hated that in the moment but noticing now how close he was it might not have been so bad. His piercing blue eyes burned into your own (E/C) eyes, sending a wave of arousal course through you.
“I could have handled it.” You said, but with less conviction as he walked closer to you, making you press your back to the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as he placed his arms on either side of your head, trapping you in place.
“You’re insufferable,” he said before bending down to capture your lips with his own. You hungrily kissed him back with a passion that you hadn’t even known was inside of you. He pressed his body against yours as you reached up to tug on his hair. He let out a growl, bucking his hips towards you. He moved his lips to your neck, no doubt leaving bright red hickies behind that you would have to try and cover up for the next week. It would be nice trying to explain to everyone why you were wearing so many scarves all of a sudden. You let out a moan as he found your sweet spot, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. The noise only encouraged him.
“Bedroom,” he muttered huskily as he pulled away. You wanted to whimper at the loss of contact but you restrained, instead turning to rush down the hallway to your room. You felt him slap you on the but as he followed you, making you squeal.
“Get on the bed.” He ordered. You complied. “Take off those pants.”
You looked into Rick’s eyes, ready to respond with something witty, but instead you found yourself speechless. He was staring at you hungrily, desiring you more than anything. Your eyes traveled down to his own pants, seeing the growing bulge forming just under his belt.
“Did you hear me?” He asked. “Take. Them. Off.”
You shuffled out of your pants faster than you had ever done so before, turning to look up at Rick innocently. He stayed standing on place.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” You purred. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. You were enjoying the effect you had over him.
“Not quite yet,” he replied, making you cock your head in confusion. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Get on your hands and knees.” You did so, making Rick chuckle as you turned your ass towards him. “You’re so eager,” he said, pulling your panties down so that your lower half was entirely exposed to him. “You’re so fucking wet Kitten.”
You moaned at the nickname, but it turned into a yelp as you felt his hand come into contact with your ass.
“You shouldn’t have gone out there today.” He said, kneading your ass to soothe the pain. That only lasted so long before he slapped your ass again. “Why did you go out there?”
“I wanted to prove myself to you,” you said. There was no use lying, the man had you in the palm of his hand.
“Why, Kitten?” He asked with another smack to your ass. “Were you trying to make me proud?”
“No,” you said, earning another slap. This one was much harder, but it still made you bite back a moan.
“No, Sir.” Rick groaned at your words.
“Good job, Kitten. Now answer me.”
“You treated me like a child. I wanted you to see I can handle myself.”
“But could you?” He asked.
“What?” Another slap. You knew your ass must be bright red.
“Could you handle yourself?”
“No Sir,” you moaned. “I needed you.”
“Fuck yea you did.” He said. You heard him unzip his pants and take them off. “Take that shirt off.” He said, You did as he said quickly. “Bra too.”
By the time it was unclasped, Rick’s pants were off his legs and he was pulling his shirt over his head. Years of surviving in this world had made his body quite toned, but he was also covered in scars. You had to admit that they might have turned you no even more.
You had turned to face him, and he used this to his advantage as he shoved you onto the bed. He pressed his lips to yours roughly, but you noticed a certain sweetness to it as well. You didn’t dwell on that thought for long as he reached one hand up to your wet pussy. He ran a finger between your lips before making his way to your clit, rubbing lazy circles around it.
“Rick,” you moaned, eliciting a groan from him.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re so wet for me.” You began to grind your hips against his hand, eager for more pressure. “What do you think you’re doing Kitten?”
“I need you Daddy,” you moaned. Rick pulled away only long enough to remove his underwear before returning his lips to yours. You didn’t have to ask him twice.
He slammed into you without warning, making you see stars. It had been a long time since you had had sex, and it hurt as his cock filled you up.
“You’re so tight around my dick Baby,” he said. He began thrusting slowly, picking up momentum as you began to move your hips. You moaned as he began thrusting faster, pounding you harder and harder with each thrust. He moved his finger down to you clitoris, pressing hard and making you moan as he rolled it between his fingers.
“Do you like it when I fuck you?” He asked. His voice sent shivers down your spine.
“Yes what?” He said, stopping his hips. You whined, rolling your hips to feel friction again.
“Yes Daddy. It feels so good when you fuck me.”
“You’re such a good girl Kitten,” he said, “so compliant.” He was right, and you moaned.
He returned his hand to your clitoris, circling it and bringing you closer to the edge as he kissed your collarbone. You felt the feeling build in your stomach before you felt your walls clench around him, bringing himself to his own high. He came inside of you, pulling out after his orgasm was finished. He continued rubbing your clitoris until you came down from your own, then rolled off of you and onto his back beside you. You curled up to him, throwing a leg across his and laying your head on his chest.
“This doesn’t mean that I’ll be compliant outside of the bedroom,” you muttered, making him chuckle,
“Oh I know,” he replied. “I like that you’re feisty. It makes it even better when you get so submissive.”
You blushed, burying your face in Rick’s chest.
“Round two?” You asked, propping yourself up to look into his eyes.
“I can’t argue with that.”
