Rick slapping your pussy until you're all puffy down there. Rick can punish me any day.
this concept has taken over all of my thoughts. every single one.
cw- 18+, impact play
His hand comes down on you with a sharp sting. The impact jolting you forward with a squeak. Too surprised to say anything else, you stay there wide eyed on all fours. He does it again. Shoving your face going into the pillow, you try to hide the pained sound escaping your throat.
Ouch.
You try reaching back for him, trying to get him to just cut it out and fuck you already. But despite your efforts, one more crack of pain comes down on your cunt, sending a hot, stinging sensation up your spine.
“Hey,” you let out a whine at that one, “Be gentle.”
You hear him laugh from behind you, hand going to caress your sensitive skin. Kneading up your ass and trailing down to feel between your legs. Running his fingers through your wet folds. Rubbing circles on your clit and making you squirm. Already dripping in anticipation.
“I’ll be gentle when you learn to behave, how’s that sound?” He slaps your pussy once more and you try to bite your tongue. A muffled cry gets stuck halfway up your throat.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
“Yes, sir,” you’re arousal is damn near dripping down your thigh. The pain has morphed into something almost pleasurable, having made your clit all sore and swollen. Now even more sensitive to his touch.
“Are you gonna behave? Gonna be good for me, now?”
“Yes. I’ll be so good, Rick. On my best behaviour, I promise.”
You’re nodding frantically as you twist back to see him. Messy curls falling in front of his eyes, and a devious smirk is splayed across his five o’clock shadow.
“Actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words, baby...” You can feel his cock teasing at your entrance. His hand comes up to tangle in the hair at the base of your skull and he gives you a nice tug. Head snapping back with an involuntary moan.
whose gonna let rick use them as a workout prop? your muse can wrap themselves around him while he does pull ups on the bar. extra motivation if there’s cleavage involved.
I already said this on twitter but some of those Rickcarl fics scare me, like why is Rick so abusive? That man literally tried to off himself fighting a bunch walkers because he thought Carl was dead.
I think he’d rather hurt himself than ever hurt Carl
I’ve got this stuck in my head. Normally I’m all Dixon, but what if Daryl and Merle had a little sister and Rick can’t help himself, after Lori she’s just there like Daryl is, and he tries so hard to keep it platonic, she’s supposed to be like a sister…
And she knows Rick’s problem and fucks with him so bad. Walks around in daisy dukes and a torn up shirt of her brother’s, and mouthy as hell.
and it just gets worse once Merle comes back. Now she’s got two older brothers, and Rick is truly fucked.
“come on, they’re out on a hunt.” She says to Rick with wide blue eyes. Her hand pulls at Ricks’s belt, and Rick can feel the heat. He grows dizzy as she pushes him up against the tower, the view keeping Rick steady as he grips the stone with his hands, not trusting them as the youngest Dixon gets to her knees before Rick, her mouth hot and warm on his pulsing dick. He swallows, trying not to blow a load right there. It just wouldn’t be nice.
lol that’s all I could come up with on the fly. Maybe I’ll write something.
Oh I fricken LOVE this idea. I would read a whole fic in a heartbeat if you were to write it…
Kind of reminds me of your suggestion for a dad’s best friend Shane and ricks daughter. Or even my little daydream about stepbrother! Daryl and Merle … such fun combinations to toy around with🤭
no bc i KNOW beard psycho rick would love overstimulating so much, ESPEXIALLY EATING PUSSY AND LIKE HIS SCRATCHY BEARD AGAINST READERS SOFT THIGHS AHHHHH 😩😩😩💞💞💞💞 all i can think about recently i’ve been having such a beard rick brain rot so expect more asks and thoughts about him heeheeee 🙈🙈
I will never complain about getting season 5 Rick thoughts and headcanons sent to my inbox. I seriously think about him every day and every night.
I think you’re so right though. Overstimulating you every chance he gets. His tongue, his fingers, his cock. Doesn’t matter. He’s not stopping until he thinks you’ve had enough. Until you’re a writhing, babbling mess of cries and moans, pushing at his scalp and telling him it’s too much. Whining about how you can’t take it, knowing that will only make him give you more. Testing the limits of your body until he knows you actually can’t take it any longer.
Rick bending you over the counter, fucking you hard and slapping your ass til it’s raw and bruised. It’s what you get for being such a tease all day…
But you know when he’s done that he’s be drawing you a bubblebath and kissing your sore cheeks all better, whispering praises and telling you how good you are for him. How good you take everything that he gives you. His perfect little plaything. All for him. <3