#rickgrimes

[movidita]

Was wondering if you could write for rick where reader is young and has lots of stamina so sometimes he just lets her get off on his thigh or ride his c*ck or somethin?

18+ mdni

“Sweetheart, ‘m tired.” Rick groaned, his head falling back into the fluffy pillows.

You whined in protest. “But I need you.”

He smiled up at you, all sleepy and groggy, “I’ve already made you cum.” The older man referred to two minutes ago when his fingers were knuckles deep inside of you.

Naturally, you had a much higher sex drive than Rick. Much more stamina too. He was at least ten years older than you, it was only inevitable.

“I need you,” You pout, hands tangling in the thin material of his sleep shirt, “Need your cock.”

Rick smirked at that— his eyes heavy but a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Baby. . .” He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say no to you, especially not with that look on your face— your soft pink lips in a pout, big doe eyes looking into his, he couldn’t resist. “Alright, but I’m not gonna help.” He pulled his cock from his sweatpants, pumping himself in his hands.

You eagerly smiled, already naked from your previous activities, now straddling his lap and lining your entrance up with the tip of his dick.

Eyes falling shut as you sink down on his length, a string of breathy moans leaving your parted lips. “Oh, Rick!”

The man let out a groan, hands flying to your hips in order to control your movements.

“There you go. Such a needy girl, huh?” His fingers dug into your hips, rocking you back and forth on him.

“Mhm!” You agreed, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth, vision going fuzzy as your orgasm approached. “Oh, oh. Oh, mmmgh, Rick.”

“Yeah, come, baby.”

In a second you did. Already.

Your first orgasm already had you sensitive and swollen down there, your second came easily, the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix, clit grazing against his public bone every few seconds. You came fast.

[ars0nists-lullabye]

ride

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: you wake up horny. rick helps get you off fast.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, MDNI, +18, mentions of periods and pms

word count: 1.5k

an: save a horse RIDE A COWBOY

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‘Shh, shh. Gotta be quiet for me, baby’ Rick whispered into your hair.

Your face was hot as it pressed against the skin of his neck, red with a mixture of desperation and embarrassment at your predicament. You were sitting on Rick’s lap in the back room of the house he used as an office. He had risen early to go through some papers and prepare for a supply run, and you woke alone in bed with an ache you couldn’t ignore. It was the week before your period, and Rick had been expecting this. You got bad PMS, every month. It was always the same.

1. Extreme fatigue (he would come home to find you passed out on the couch still in your clothes and shoes).

2. Extreme mood swings (you would go from chatty to quiet in minutes, snapping easily at him and then getting upset and feeling guilty for doing so).

3. And, last but not least (and Rick’s personal favourite) extreme horniness.

It would have been your favourite too if you lived in another world, perhaps. A different world, where Rick wasn’t the leader of a community of survivors. Where you didn’t have to go on constant runs and raids to maintain supply levels. Where the two of you weren’t so goddamn busy all the time. If your lives were less demanding, you and Rick could indulge each month in this high libido. Instead, most months you’re left to make do with stolen moments of quick relief- moments Rick is happy to provide you with.

Like 10 minutes ago, when he looked up from his papers and saw you standing at the door of his office in your pyjamas, still blinking the sleep from your eyes. He watched you with soft eyes as your sock-clad feet padded across the wooden floor and made their way over to him.

‘Morning’ he drawled, and let out a quiet ‘oof’ as you planted yourself on his lap, yawning silently.

‘Morning’ you whispered against his chest and sighed, pressing your body closer to his.

‘You sleep well?’ He asked softly, hand trailing absently up your back as he left the papers aside for a while.

But you didn’t reply. He paused, waiting for your answer and then a smile tugged at his lips when he felt you shift on his lap, your crotch subtly rubbing a little against his groin.

‘YN,’ he said and you hummed in response. ‘I asked if you slept well?’

‘Fine’ you muttered, squirming a little more and then freezing when his hands planted on your hips. He leaned back to meet your eyes and his darkened when he saw the flush on your cheeks. You were looking at him shyly, not able to tell him what you needed. But it was clear. You needed relief.

‘You okay there, sweetheart?’ Rick smiled and you nodded but didn’t quite meet his eye. ‘You want something? Because you know, if you do, you just gotta ask.’

You shook your head.

‘You sure?’ he asked, fingers tightening on your hips as you shifted once more, flushing deeper. ‘Kinda seems like you want something.’

You shook your head, looking away.

‘No’ you replied.

‘No?’ Rick repeated, smiling a little at your stubbornness. He leaned a little closer, lips brushing your ear now as he murmured, ‘So if I put my hand down your panties right now, you wouldn’t be wet for me?’

You whined a little, pressing your face to Rick’s shoulder and rubbing over his lap once more, but he stopped you mid-motion, lifting your hips and adjusting you so you were left straddling one of his thighs. The new position offered more relief as you pressed harder against him, and you sighed a little breathlessly.

‘You need to cum, baby?’ Rick hummed, tucking some hair behind your ear. ‘C’mon, take what you need, sweetheart. Gotta be quick before Daryl and Maggie come for the meeting.’

The reminder of the arrival of the others in the group seemed to shock you back to reality, and Rick grinned as you began to move over his thigh.

Your hips rocked slowly and deeply, your panties and pyjama shorts creating delicious friction against his pants. You breathed deeper, your breath hot against Rick’s skin until he tapped your thigh and muttered, ‘Hey, sit up a little. Wanna see you, honey’.

You complied, a little dazed at the pleasure you were finally receiving- the pleasure that you needed since you woke up.

Rick’s eyes watched you darkly as you rutted against his thigh.

‘Poor thing’ he murmured. ‘Just needed a little relief, huh? That feel good?’.

You nodded vigorously and he smiled.

‘Yeah? You feel good, baby?’.

You nodded again. Adding, a little desperately, ‘Yes, yes. Feels good.’

‘Think you can cum just like this, sweetheart?’ Rick asked, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. ‘Or you need a little more help?’.

A half nod from you was all it took for Rick’s fingers to be pulling your shorts and panties to the side, removing the barrier between your pussy and his jeans. You moaned immediately as your clit came in contact with the rough denim and you bit your lip quickly to stifle the sound. Rick’s hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he guided you to rock faster back and forth against him. You looked down at where your bodies connected, flushing as you considered what you were doing. You worried for a moment about how wet you were.

‘Your- your pants’ you offered, a little lamely, as you had no intention of stopping. But Rick didn’t seem to care either, one hand trailing up your stomach and tracing over the hard outline of your nipple peaking through your pyjama shirt. His fingers dipped below the hem of the soft cotton, pinching and rolling the nub between his fingers. You groaned again, your hips faltering and he pulled the hand away again to steady your hips. You whined quietly at the loss of the stimulation, your nipples now aching too.

‘Shh, I know, I know. I’ll give you what you want’ Rick muttered, and then his face was leaning in towards your chest and his lips were wrapping around your stiff peak through the material of your top.

You sighed breathlessly as he sucked, throwing your head back as your hips moved faster and faster against him. You were sure he could feel you throbbing against his leg. He switched to the other nipple, tongue peaking out to circle and lap at the clothed nub and you released a long, low moan. You could feel him smile against your chest as your hands moved from his shoulders to find purchase in his hair, your fingers gripping his curls tightly.

‘You close, honey?’ Rick asked, releasing his grip on your breast.

‘Yeah’ you panted.

‘Yeah?’ He smiled, ‘Gonna cum? C’mon I wanna see it.’

A particularly loud moan had you dropping your head to the crook of Rick’s neck, attempting to muffle the noise against him. Rick snickered quietly.

‘Shh, you gotta be quiet for me, baby’ he whispered into your hair. ‘C’mon now. Let go. Let it all go, sweetheart.’

You bit down on Rick’s shoulder as you came, trying to silence the loud moan that left your mouth as your hips ground down him. You could feel his hands move from your waist as your movements began to slow, one rubbing your back soothingly, one patting your hair as he offered hushed words of encouragement and praise. When you finally came to a stop you pulled back to look at him. You couldn’t help but laugh a little quietly at how you must look to him- face flushed, hair messy from bed, pyjama shorts damp from your release, pyjama top damp from his spit, panting breathlessly. He smiled affectionately at you before sitting up as he heard movement outside the front door.

‘They’re here- better go wash up’ he whispered lowly, kissing your temple as you peeled yourself away from him to stand on shaky legs.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at his very obvious arousal straining against his jeans. Your eyes met his questioningly as he pulled his chair into the desk to conceal his lower half.

‘I won’t be long here’ he smirked. ‘Why don’t you wait for me upstairs. We can shower together- save water’.

He winked at you as you backed out of the room quickly, grinning as you hurried up the stairs before the front door opened. The echoes of Daryl and Maggie’s voices reaching you as they greeted Rick, his voice coming a beat after in a strained reply.

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[nocturnal-nora]

Fictional men in my head waiting to be called to get freaky with me after I’m in the middle of it with another fictional character

@autumnrose40 🤣

[hereticalism]

bf!rick, fem!reader, straight, rick x reader, rick x fem!reader, twd, the walking dead, suggestivity, a/n–thought i'd do something 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 LMAO jk ts is sfw just not pure fluff like usual

. . . ۶ৎ rick grimes. rick grimes who loves when your hair's messy. rick grimes who gently tugs your hair when you're kissing. "look better like this." "like what, rick? disheveled?" you giggle, but you're cut off by his lips. he doesn’t answer. rick grimes who never lets you put your hair up unless you're fighting, always tugging your ponytails loose when he walks by. "hey! where'd my hair tie go?" you pout. "your what?" he smiles, walking away. rick grimes who always leans in real close when you've just gotten out of the shower, breathing in the smells of your shampoo and conditioner. "did you use something new?" "yeah, do you like it?" "mhm." rick grimes who gets curiously intense when you're hairs wet and messy, putting his hands on either side of your head hungrily on the bed. "something on your mind?" you'd let out with a smile between pants, yelping as he rolled you over with his stupidly strong hands. "you're too pretty, you know that?" rick grimes who insists your hair's tussled even when it isn't as an excuse to be flush against you, taking a little too long to "fix" it–rick grimes...

[willzyx1]

Ron Anderson x Reader

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summary: Ron’s never let anyone help. You’ve known about the bruises for a while, but this is the first time he lets you see them up close. The first time he talks about it. The first time he doesn’t pretend he’s fine. warnings: mentions of abuse, injury descriptions, blood, wound kissing, hinting parental abuse, emotional distress, cursing, bad writing, long backstory

words: 1.2k ✦•····························································•✦•····························································•✦ Pete was already temperamental. Leaving bruises was rare, but yelling wasn't. Ron learned to be quiet and channel the anger. Sam cried. Jessie pretended. After the breakout, things became worse. Pete was angrier. Ron was cracking. Sam cried louder. Jessie smiled harder.

Every night, Ron would sneak out. It didn't matter to him where. Anywhere was better than being around his dad. He liked the comforting silence the night brung. Feeling the cold breeze tingle his wounds. He didn't tell anyone. He didn't plan on it. Until, he met her. He had seen you before helping in medical center or helping unload after runs. Something about you left him curious. The way he'd see you and if he'd look away for a second he'd be gone. The way you seem to know exactly what to say or do in stressful situations. It always left him wondering and sometimes even wanting. The first time you guys talked was at a welcoming party. You had stuck behind Carl the whole night, scanning the room as if walkers were going to break in at any moment and you HAD to be the one to jump in the action. When no one was looking, or at least when you thought no one was, you snuck out the front door. Ron followed. He opened the door and saw you sitting on the porch stairs. He hesitated before slowly approaching. He cleared his throat, "Not much of a party person I'm assuming?" you rolled your eyes, not looking up. "No," You said dryly, "so go away." But he didn't. He sat next to you and talked to you for the rest of the party. Turns out you guys got along pretty well. You guys shared trauma, experiences with the outbreak, and a couple sarcastic jokes. You weren't as tough and mean as you looked. As you're friendship grew, the more you'd find out about his home life. Often going up to his house with comics, only to leave because you heard thumps and crashes from inside. Seeing him wear long sleeves or hoodies when it's a million degrees outside. Then one day you wander into his room uninvited and find him shirtless with bruises all along his arms and stomach. He used the usual excuses, he fell down the stairs, got a little too rough when play-fighting Carl or Mikey, and the list goes on. Until, one night he comes through your window scared, hurt, and sad.

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You lay in your bed reading some book you found collecting dust in one of the basements. It was boring you to death. Until..

knock...knock....knock..

You wake up from your bored-like trance and sit up. You look around. knock...knock..

You stand up and head to the window. What you can make up was a silhouette of a boy. Brown hair, bushy brows, a slouchy set of shoulders, Ron? You open the window, "Ron? What did you get a nightmare and wet the bed or something?" you tease with a slight smirk. He look's up at you. Your smile drops as you step aside and he slowly drops in. Blood was gushing out his nose and dribbling off his lip, he had a bruise on the side of his face, and you had a gut-feeling that wasn't all.

He limps toward your bed and sits down. You grab your chair and place it in front of him. "What happened...?" you ask softly. He hesitates, responses calculating in his head, but each answer seems odd to say aloud. "I-I'm sorry." he finally whimpers, keeping his head down, shoulders shaking slightly. "I’m sorry," he repeats, voice cracking. "I shouldn’t have come here. I just—" He swallows hard. "I didn’t know where else to go."

Your heart drops. "Ron… what happened?"

He shakes his head, wiping his nose with trembling hands. "He-he just lost it. He had too much to-" he lets out bitter laugh, "You know my mom- it's like she can't even accept or talk about it. She walks around with some stupid smile all the fucking time." His voice got slightly angry, words forced through his gritted teeth. "Then Sam-" he continues, "my mom just locks him in his closet all night, so all he knows is just to do what mom says or run away. Then my dad-" he paused and his head voice drops, sniffling and shaking. He shakes his head, "I hate him. I hate him so, so, much." Tears start to well his eyes.

You watch him silently, thinking of anything to say.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, "I didn't know where else to go." You hugged him. He fell into your shoulder and just cried. It felt like forever and your shirt was soaked with a mix of nose-blood and tears.

He finally calmed down a bit and lifted his head. "Can...can you help me?" he asks. You nod immediately and get a first aid kit from your desk drawer. You quickly clean off face.

"Is that all?" you ask hesitantly. He nods slowly then takes off his sweater, then his shirt. Bruises were traveled among his left arm, hand, and on the sides of his stomach. "Oh Ron..." you whisper sadly as you softly trail, your fingers among the bruises. Although he let out small winces at each touch, he let you continue. "It's nothing. It's just a scratch." he mutters. You grab his hand and run your thumb along his wounded knuckles.

You slowly lift his hand higher, brushing your thumb across his knuckles again. Without thinking too hard about it, you lean down and press a soft kiss against the bruised skin. Ron stiffens, startled, but doesn’t pull away.

Your lips linger for just a second before you whisper, “It's more than just a scratch.”

His breath catches, and he looks at you like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You move carefully, kissing the inside of his wrist, then the bruise on his forearm. Each time, you’re gentle, as if the bruises might break under your touch.

When your eyes meet his, he’s trembling slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. It’s vulnerability, raw and unguarded, the kind of look he rarely lets anyone see. His chest rises and falls, fast and uneven. Then, almost without thinking, as if the words he can’t say are spilling out through his body instead, he leans forward.

Your lips meet his in a brief, hesitant kiss. It's soft, desperate, and trembling with everything he’s been holding in. You pull back slowly and meet his eyes once again. They have a sense of fear, he's asking for any sort of sign of reassurance. You grin softly and he follows. After, you quickly bandage his knuckles, then run some ointment on his bruises and cuts. Theres a silence during this, but not an awkward one. It's relieving. Calm. A break for Ron.

"Thank you." he whispers. You nod before getting up and tossing him a maroon knit crewneck and extra pjs.

"You're staying here tonight."

"B-but..my dad- when I'm not-"

"I'll wake you up before sunrise."

You give him a reassuring grin. He doesn't say anything and nods. You hand him the clothes, and he takes them with shaky hands. For the first time tonight, his shoulders drop, just a little.

“Thanks,” he says again, softer this time, like the word doesn’t even cover it.

You nod, sliding back into bed while he changes. When he finally crawls under the blanket beside you, there’s a beat of silence, only the sound of his breathing evening out. You let your eyes drift shut, but not before you feel him shift closer, just enough that your shoulders brush.

For once, he doesn’t seem afraid to fall asleep.

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author's note: this was my first fic be nice pwease 🥹 i'm just a babeh. ok. sorry. but its probably not that accurate to real situations or anything and Ron might be out of character. apologies for anything triggering or misspells. also i lowk planned to do this like 2 months ago along with another fic with daniel matthews.

[bejtacze]

He's so pretty when he cries <3

[richonnelover05]

Okay!! Chapter 5 of my fic Redevelopment Dreams and Lake Lanier Nightmares is up! Enjoy!

Redevelopment Dreams and Lake Lanier Nightmares Chapter 5-Sasha Didn't Get Inside The, a walking dead fanfic | FanFiction

[virtualreader]

cleansing the soul

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: hot showers and hot moments are two of the few pleasures left in an apocalyptic world, so instead of being embarrassed by your little unexpected encounter, you and Rick decide to take advantage of the comfortable situation that has recently came your way.

word count: 2,6k.

warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), little praising and dirty talking, etc. (not proofread)

requested: yes (by anonymous).

a/n: it may not be exactly what you asked for, but I felt like adding more than 'a little bit of smut' to this one (i was so needy), hope you like it all the same.

+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!

Showers—hot and drawn-out showers—, one of the many privileges that you and your group now enjoyed, thanks to the Alexandrians' hospitality.

The water running over your skin, carrying away the filth along with it as it reached the shower’s floor, disappearing through the drain with a little swirl. The vapor emanating from your wet body taking up the whole room, misting the bathroom’s mirror. And that purity feeling, both physical and mental, when you step out, enveloping yourself in a towel, just as if the water could wash away the stresses and turmoil of the day.

It was moments like these that made all the struggles and hardships worth it—the battles, the injuries, and even the sacrifices—just to relish in these simple pleasures once again.

It was a rare occasion to experience calm and quietness in the house, given that you lived with three adults, a teenager, and a baby. Therefore, when the house was left empty, you seized the opportunity to take a well-deserved shower.

It was a moment of solitude that you had been longing for, and you could finally let your mind wander without any interruptions.

While the house was usually bustling with activity, with Michonne on a run, Rick busy helping out around the settlement, Carl spending time with Enid, and Judith being looked after by Carol, you knew that this time the house would be empty long enough for you to fully relax and enjoy your shower.

You relished in the feeling of the warm water cascading over your body, washing away any stress or tension that had built up over the day.

As you reached for the shampoo bottle, you heard the unmistakable sound of the doorknob rattling. You paused, wondering who could be on the other side and if they intended to disturb you.

The bathroom door creaked open slowly, revealing Rick's exhausted face. His eyes darted around the shelving over the bathroom sink as he searched for whatever he came in for.

He then turned his gaze to your naked figure, barely visible through the steamy, condensated screen, a shocking expression taking over his face.

"Shit, sorry," Rick quickly apologized as soon as he saw you. "I didn't mean to—I um should've knocked. Um, I—I'II just go," he stuttered, backing away from the door.

You smiled at his flustered state, finding it endearing.

"No, it's okay," you reassured him. "You can stay if you want."

Rick hesitated for a moment before nodding and stepping inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You couldn't help but notice his gaze lingering on your body as he leaned against the sink, watching you out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile playing on his lips.

As Rick leaned against the sink, he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"I'm grateful that we found a safe place to stay," he said, his voice filled with exhaustion and gratitude. "I don't fully trust these people, but it's been a stressful time for us and with all the uncertainty and fear 'bout where we'd end up... I don't know, 'm just glad yours and the kids' life are no longer in danger.”

He paused, his eyes scanning the bathroom before landing on your figure, still enveloped in steam from the shower.

"We're here now, Rick," you said. "I feel like we can finally start to relax and focus on rebuilding our lives." you paused again, your voice growing softer as you added, "even be a family. And I'd love you to feel the same way about all this."

The weight of your words hung in the air, each syllable carrying with it a sense of hope and determination.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you as you watched him, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the bathroom lights.

For the past few weeks, life had been a whirlwind of chaos and uncertainty. You and your group had been on the run, constantly on the move in search of a safe place to stay. But despite the constant danger and fear, you had managed to stick together, relying on each other for support and strength.

And now, as you stood together in the bathroom, the sound of the shower filling the room with a soothing hum, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. It was as if, for the first time in a long time, everything was going to be okay.

"I know it's not going to be easy," you reassured Rick, breaking the silence. "But we'll make it work. We always do."

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

It was true—you and your group had faced countless challenges and obstacles, but you had always managed to overcome them, together, despite the heartbreaking losses you've had to experience.

As you watched Rick, his eyes scanning the bathroom once again before meeting yours, you knew that this was just the beginning.

There would be more challenges to come, more battles to fight. But as long as you had each other, you were ready to face whatever the future held.

With a maneuver of his hand, Rick turned the faucet on, a strong flow of water hitting the sink's white structure almost immediately.

You observed his actions mindfully, not missing a single detail of how he prepared to shave what little beard he had had time to grow in the two weeks you had been in Alexandria, since he had shaved it off the very first day you arrived at the town.

You couldn't help but notice the intense concentration on his face as he meticulously shaved off each hair, one by one. It was clear that Rick had developed a routine when it came to shaving, perhaps as a way to keep a sense of normalcy and control in a world that was constantly changing and unpredictable.

As he reached for his face, sliding the razor over his foam-covered skin, you couldn't help but notice the intricate pattern of the veins on the back of his hand, standing out in relief as if sculpted from stone.

It was fascinating to watch the muscles in his arm flex as he expertly maneuvered the razor, his biceps bulging with each movement.

The thick, white foam spread across his face, obscuring his chiselled features, but his sharp jawline remained visible, accentuating the rugged handsomeness of his face.

The sound of the razor gliding over his skin was like a soft whisper, and the scent of shaving cream filled the air with a fresh, clean fragrance, as if he was emerging from a cocoon of foam, ready to face the day with confidence.

Rick kept glancing over at you, each time holding his gaze a little longer. The way his eyes lingered on you created a feeling of longing, as if he were silently begging you to come closer.

You couldn't help but feel your heart race a little faster each time he looked your way, wondering if he felt the same way you did.

"Rumor has it I make you nervous," you teased, breaking the comfortable silence between you and Rick.

He chuckled, his eyes still fixed on you. "Who said that?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Your eyes," you replied, gesturing to his gaze that was still fixed on your body.

He shrugged, a smirk forming on his lips. "Can you blame me? You look amazing."

Your cheeks flushed at his compliment, but you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you. "Do you not like when I look at you like that?" Rick asked, noticing your reaction.

You shook your head, biting your lip. "No, I like it," you admitted, feeling bold. "In fact, why don't you come over here and show me just how much you like it?"

He hurriedly unfastened his belt, dropping his pants onto the tiled floor. The clinking of the belt on the cold surface echoed in the room, indicating he had already freed himself from the garment. With a mischievous grin, Rick stepped closer to you, entering the shower, his clothes drenched from the shower water.

"Gladly," he murmured before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

As he looked at you, the water cascading down your body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The way the water droplets clung to your skin, glistening in the light, was a sight to behold. And as he watched you, he couldn't help but feel his desire for you grow stronger.

"Don't you look pretty?" He said, his voice low and husky. "All wet and clean for me." He reached out his hands and pulled your soaked hair out of your face, allowing him to admire your face from his height as he towered over you.

The steam from the shower surrounded you, creating an intimate atmosphere. You felt his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your body. You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, but the way he looked at you made you feel desired and wanted.

"I wonder if you're half as wet down there," he said, his voice filled with a hint of teasing.

You blushed at his words, feeling a rush of heat between your legs. The way he looked at you, with hunger and desire in his eyes, made you feel like the only woman in the world. You could feel your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

"Guess you'll have to find out yourself," you said raggedly.

His cotton t-shirt was dropping, the water turning the fabric a shade darker than it originally was. The wet garment hugged his figure flawlessly, exalting his broad and muscular physique.

Rick continued to kiss you deeply, his lips soft and warm against yours.

You could feel the heat emanating from his body and his hand, resting on your lower back, pulling you closer. As his skin touched yours, you couldn't help but feel a rush of electricity pulsing through your veins.

The sensation of his big hand on your lower back sent shivers through your body, making your toes curl with pleasure. You could feel your heart racing and your breathing quickening, as you leaned into him, savoring every moment of this intense intimacy.

As you pressed your body against his, you could feel your clit throbbing with desire, as the intense pleasure coursed through your veins. The heat and passion between you was palpable, as you lost yourself in the moment, completely consumed by the intensity of your desire for him.

Your closed eyes may have prevented you from seeing the desire in Rick's movements, but the bite he took on your lower lip, followed by a loud moan that escaped your mouth, gave it away.

Placing a path of gentle kisses, he reached your neck, where he started sucking on your skin hard enough to leave a mark - his way of letting other men know that you were his property.

As you struggled to pull Rick's t-shirt over his head, you couldn't help but notice the way his wet skin glistened in the light. Despite the fabric fiercely sticking to him, you managed to get it off with a little effort.

Rick then bent down and grabbed you by your bare hips, pulling you towards him. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his face dug into your pussy, his fingers sinking into your skin.

It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure. As you looked down at him, you noticed the way his eyes sparkled with desire.

The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that you found yourself scratching Rick's back in a desperate attempt to let out all the pent-up frustration and need that had been building up inside you.

As you dug your nails into his skin, you could feel the muscles in his back tense and ripple beneath your touch. It was as if the intensity of your desire was being transferred through your fingertips, flowing into him and back again, creating an endless loop of need and pleasure.

Despite the warmth of the water cascading over your bodies, you could feel the sweat starting to bead on your skin, your heart racing as the pleasure intensified. You could hear the sound of your own breathing, ragged and uneven, mixing with the sound of the water hitting the shower floor.

“Turn around.” he demanded, his voice strict, yet mellow.

He grabbed your shoulders, positioning you just how he desired, and when he finally had you facing the wall, slightly bent over, his hand clasped your buttock. Using only two fingers, he traced the rim of your entrance.

“Well, you definitely are wet.” Rick whispered hoarsely as he stepped closer to you. “Is that my doing, sweetheart?”

Unable to word a coherent answer, you sighly moan. His fingers lose contact with your sensitive intimate skin, earning a craving complaint from you.

“You either use your words or I won’t go on, baby girl.”

"Ye-yes," you manage to strangle out, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "It's all because of you, Rick.”

“Good,” he said, placing his fingers where they previously were, luckily for you. “I like having that effect on you.”

"Get over here," Rick growled, his voice low and full of desire as he distanced himself from you ever so little.

You obeyed, turning to face him, your naked body pressed against his. The heat between you was intense, and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach.

Without a word, Rick lifted you up in a sudden burst, pressing your back against the shower wall. The water cascaded over your bodies, creating a sensual atmosphere that added to the intensity of the moment.

As Rick entered you, you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The feeling of him inside you was overwhelming, and you could feel your orgasm building with each thrust. Rick's movements were fast and hard, his body slamming into yours as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with one final thrust, you felt yourself explode, your body shaking with pleasure as you cried out Rick's name. It was as if all the tension, all the helplessness, all the fear and uncertainty of the past few weeks had been released in that one moment of pure ecstasy.

Rick followed soon after, his body shuddering as his hot cum spilled inside you. He leaned his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily as the water continued to rain down on you.

You clung to him, your breathing ragged as you both came down from the high of your orgasm.

"That was..." you trailed off, your words lost in the moment.

"Amazing," Rick finished for you, a satisfied grin on his lips.

As you stood there, both of you catching your breath and trying to come back down to earth, you couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness and intimacy that went beyond physical pleasure. It was as if the act of being together, of sharing this moment of pure bliss, had brought you even closer together than before.

"Let's get cleaned up," Rick said, breaking the comfortable silence between you. You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

As you stepped out of the shower, enveloping yourself in a towel, you felt a sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the safety that Alexandria had provided, for the hot shower that you were sharing with Rick, and most of all, for the love that you shared with him.