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finally updated the masterlist !!! i also made a tag for bed 'n breakfast since its kinda all over the place now,,,hopefully this will make it easier to navigate :P
thinking about roommate!rick grimes...and the little things he does to take care of you
moodboard made by the @kitty-grimes (aka the worlds biggest bnb supporter)
Just calling him your roommate seemed like an understatement at this point. Labels flowed loosely between you two. It was just the both of you in these walls—no need for anything definitive when time was all you had.
He had spent so long observing your routine that it just became a natural part of his day. Leaving little hints of himself around the house when he was at work, he liked to remind you of his presence even in his absence. A cozy t-shirt drenched in his scent, foil wrapped breakfast, and freshly washed dishes were sure signs Rick was out for the day. He never left a mess behind—not without a note, giving you specific instructions to leave the mess for the one who made it.
You had been so well taken care of—so spoiled—that it felt impossible to even think about living on your own again. Rick took out the trash, mowed the lawn, and did laundry most weeks. Even the cooking consisted of you two huddled up by the stove, hip-to-hip, mindlessly chattering about the day. That same routine followed you to the clean up, slightly more quiet and filled with stifled yawns.
Sometimes it felt like too much. Like you were taking advantage of his kindness. Rick was always quick to reassure you though...
(no tags bc this is for the real ones)
pick ya poison
rick fic
shane x rick x reader
the pitt (abbot, robby, or rabbot x reader)
soft joel fic
watched ten episodes of the pitt today and now i feel fully qualified to start writing fics…buckle up everybody my new obsession is here
thinking about rickyl...where rick gets some special attention after a difficult run
(rickyl x f!reader)
He had come through the gates exhausted. Jacket tattered and hands worn with thick callouses and blisters, Rick's lips were pulled tight with exhaustion.
Daryl had to reel you in with all your excitement. Practically bouncing on your toes, wriggling in his grip, the man's arm was wrapped tightly around your shoulders.
His nose brushed through your hair, teeth almost nipping your ear. "Excited, huh?" He chuckled, watching Rick with careful eyes as he talked through the inventory of the run. "Make sure you remember what I told ya."
With a nod, Rick turned from the crowd, making his way towards the two of you. His forced smile faded when his back turned, his shoulders slumping just a little.
He didn't have to fake it anymore. Not around you two.
He could embrace the weight of it all: the grief, the burnout, and the overall toil of being the one in charge all the time.
"How's my sweet girl?" He asked fondly, the beginning of a smile—a real one—twitching the corner of his lips.
Finally, Daryl released you from his grip. It was like a spring let loose, your feet launching you into the older man's arms.
"Good!" You exclaimed, mostly muffled by your face buried in his shirt. "M'missed you."
"Yeah?" He chucked at your excitement, stumbling back a couple feet when you crashed into his chest. "Missed you too, darlin'."
His voice was deep, laced with a stark gruffness that scratched at his throat. With how long he had gone—compared to how long he was supposed to be gone—there was no doubt he had been low on supplies. Water was probably running out, and Rick being the hero he is, most likely gave his share to the others.
Flicking his tired eyes up to Daryl, he pressed his hand to the back of your head, smoothing out your hair while their shared gaze held the moment with a silent conversation.
"Hey, Dare," Rick said finally.
Arms crossed, the other man just nodded.
Daryl had known this supply run would've been a difficult one. At first he insisted he come along, but Rick refused to let you stay in the house alone.
You both protested, came up with perfectly reasonable solutions, but he was having none of it. So that first night Rick left the gates, Daryl made sure he would have a warm welcome back.
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mdni !!
i write a lot of age gap, smut, and just overall not minor friendly content. i am an adult and do not wanna be interacting w/ minors on this page !!
for those who are eighteen plus…
this is a safe space !! nerd out !! spam me !!
as long as you are kind, i love interacting with people on this account (though it takes me a while sometimes lol) and recs are typically open unless otherwise posted.
NOTE: i am only on s4 of twd so please no spoilers !!
i may not get to your request !!
don’t take offense !! it’s nothing personal, i just don’t have a lot of time to write and prioritize personal projects/requests i immediately have inspo for.
as someone who only watches house md as their medical show…do they actually do their job in the pitt???
like am i actually gonna have to watch them be good doctors or is there medical malpractice in this one too??
my algorithm is algorithming and now i cant escape the pitt…
tumblr, instagram, WHY IS IT EVEN ON MY SNAPCHAT??!
lordddd i gotta watch this show 🙈 or stumble into shawn hatosy and make him fall in love with me,,,either option is fine
🐎: The Pitt - Old Western!AU
Welcome to the Wild West!!
Meet the characters:
the cowboy & rancher - Jack Abbot
the mayor - Dana Evans
the sheriff - Emery Walsh
the deputy - Frank Langdon
the bounty hunter - Cassie McKay
the saloon owner - Victoria Javadi
the farmhand - Dennis Whitaker
the town doctor - Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch
the town nurse - Emma Nolan
the bartender - Samira Mohan
the general store owner - Melissa ‘Mel’ King
the schoolteacher - Trinity Santos
the drifter - The reader
no one is gonna be able to get me to shut up abt cowboy jack for at least a month. im alr hooked.
glasses fogging up while he eats me out
the CHOKEHOLD this post has had me in…. it’s getting its own fic FOR SURE
aka @kitty-grimes reblogs giving me inspo every day lolol
it's here.
keep 'em on –
rick grimes x f!reader
word count: 4k
summary: where rick grimes wears glasses and then KEEPS THEM ONNNN (inspired by this post by @walkerfirefly)
content: 18+ [SMUT WARNING], rick is THE munch that man WORSHIPS omg, one toe moment (idk i got carried away), can be seen as a continuation of bnb or a standalone, foggyglassesfoggyglasses
a/n: gonna change my username to ricksfoggyglasses after this post bc OHMYGODDD IM OBSESSED !! as always thank you to @kitty-grimes for beta readinggg and always getting the vision frfr <333 also thank you @twd-bee3 and @cece-says-stuff for some fic inspo earlier !!
leave all requests here…
30 page slow-burn rick smut??? yeahhh im a lil too obsessed w this man…
actually cant stop thinking abt this man, ive alr got another smut in the works 😵💫
★ no more games ★
part 2 to playing games
header made by me, all pics are from pinterest
pairing: rick grimes x fem!reader
summary: rick finally takes it upon himself to have you the way he wants. read part 1 here!
content: age gap (rick is in his late 30's reader is in her early-mid 20's), gentleman!rick, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, porn with plot, i can't help myself, the smut is worth it i promise, rick is a munch, alexandria safe zone, no use of y/n
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, oral sex- m receiving, oral sex- f receiving, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, etc.)
word count: 7.6k
author’s note: PART TWO IS HERE <3 smutty smut as promised. everyone can thank @twd-bee3 for the initial request that inspired this two-part fic! and a HUGE thanks to @tinytownn for beta reading this. you are the GOATTT. reblogs always appreciated :3
You pull away for a moment to catch your breath, Rick’s grasp still firm on either side of your face. You touch your lips softly with your fingers, feeling a little shy.
“I-uh,” you stutter, Rick’s panting distracting you from your thoughts.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Rick asks, the nickname disorienting you even more.
You nod.
“You sure?” He pushes.
You reassure him by kissing him again, climbing on top of his lap and straddling him. The already-hard bulge in his jeans making you giggle into his mouth.
“Listen, I’ve been thinkin’ about you – this – for a while. Cut an old man some slack, will ya?” Rick teases.
“No more day dreaming then,” you palm him through the thick denim, getting even more excited when you feel how well endowed he is.
Rick’s breath catches in his throat, huffing out a needy moan against your cheek. His breath is hot on your skin. Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists in one hand, stopping you. He takes a deep breath, almost as though he was re-centering himself before speaking.
“Be patient for me, honey,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead, “wanna do this right.” You lean further into his touch, grinding your hips down onto him– wanting more. This makes him close his eyes and groan.
“What d’you mean?” You ask with a shamelessly cute pout on your face. Rick wonders if you’re making this impossible on purpose.
Knowing her, she definitely is, Rick thinks to himself.
“Don’t want you thinkin’ this is all I want from you,” he squeezes your upper thigh, grazing over the zipper of your jeans as he says this.
You feel a little disappointed at the thought of not getting to jump his bones right this second. You also admire how sweet it is that after all this time, Rick still wanted to try to take things slow with you.
“Okay, yeah” you say, trying to mask the fact that this is ever-so-slightly bruising your ego, but you can’t help but blush at his reasoning. You card your fingers through his curls, holding intense eye contact with him. He leans in close to your ear, continuing to massage your thighs.
“You know I want you,” he says, voice low and gravelly, “I just don’t want to mess this up.” He’s earnest.
“I know,” you say, matching his sincerity.
“Let me do this right. Wanna take you on a date, pick you some flowers, a version of something normal, something nice. Yeah?” He sounds almost nervous as he says this. You sort of find it endearing.
“That sounds really nice, Rick. I’d love that,” you say, leaning forward to give him a sloppy kiss on his scruffy cheek. This results in a toothy grin from him.
“Alright, then.” He says, sighing contently. He envelops you in his arms now, pulling you forward to lay on his chest.
The two of you relish in the moment for a while, the comfortable silence calming your system. Any anger or resentment you felt towards him before this evening was slowly melting away. You don’t want to let him in too quickly, but you don’t want to shut him out either.
Maybe he’s right about taking things slow, you ponder internally.
The sun has nearly set now, you’d almost fallen asleep. However, you don’t want to overstay your welcome. You yawn and sit upright, still on his lap.
“I should uh- be gettin’ home soon,” you say as though you have anyone waiting on you– you have a house to yourself in Alexandria. You peel yourself off of him and head towards his front door, bending down to put your shoes back on.
He stands too, stretching his arms above his head (his exposed, curly happy trail distracting you for a split second).
“Got places to be?” He asked, thinking maybe your night shift on the lookout had slipped his mind. He usually knew when and where your shifts were (he always knew when and where your shifts were).
“Nope,” you say with a pop, “just thought you might enjoy an evening to yourself without the kiddos for once, didn’t wanna intrude.”
A quiet moment passes.
“I’d like it if ya did,” Rick says, a boyish look on his face, “c’mon, just a little while longer?” he asks, grabbing both your hands and rubbing circles on your palms with his thumbs.
You leaned against his door frame, staring up at him with a love sick look in your eyes. You debate with yourself for a moment, trying to figure out how to avoid pouncing on him if you’re here a second longer.
How could I say no to him when he’s looking at me like that? You think to yourself.
“What’re we gonna do?” you ask. In that moment, you realize you and Rick have never really ‘hung out,’ before. There wasn’t time for anything like that until very recently.
“You play cards?” He asks.
“Used to, yeah,” you reply.
“I found a deck on a run not too long ago. Carl wasn’t interested in learnin’ how to play anything, but I’m holdin’ on to ‘em hoping someone will indulge me,” he raises his eyebrows at you with a soft smile.
“Can-do, Grimes,” you take off your shoes, again.
~~~
You and Rick enjoy a few beers while you play Gin Rummy. For just a moment here with him at his kitchen table, you forget about the dead outside, you forget about any fight that inevitably awaits– all you can think about is if he’s holding onto the ace of hearts you need to win this game.
“Y’know, there was a time not too long ago… that I didn’t think I’d ever get to do this again,” he says, voice low and a tinge vulnerable.
“Do what?” You ask.
“Just- this. Wasn’t sure I’d ever see a day where I was able to stop long enough to play cards again, have a drink or two,” he fiddles with the bottle cap from his beer, “or enjoy someone’s company.”
Anytime he starts to talk like this, you just listen; if Rick Grimes is opening up, you want to give him the space to do so. You move slowly, like he’s some stray dog and you’re trying to avoid scaring him off.
The admission hits you like a truck. It’s as though he’d read your mind.
“I get that,” you fiddle with the two remaining cards in your hand, “I’m having a really nice time, Rick,” you say, as though trying to assure him you were more than okay with not going any further than this tonight.
His eyes scan the cards in his hand, grunting before begrudgingly discarding exactly what you’ve been waiting for. The ace of hearts. You try to mask the look of excitement on your face.
It’s your turn now. You eagerly pick up his ace from the discard pile, join it with the two other aces already in your hand, and lay them down on the table.
“Gin!” You say, excitedly.
“Shit- I knew you were waitin’ on that card. Shoulda’ held onto it a little longer, dammit,” Rick hated losing, but he loved seeing you happy.
“What do I get for winning?” You say with a devilish smirk on your face.
Mustering every ounce of self-restraint he has, Rick lets out a soft laugh and scoots his chair out from the table a little bit, patting his thigh.
You all but prance over to him and sit nicely on his lap, eagerly waiting for your reward.
“Winners get kisses,” he says before greedily attaching his lips to yours. This time, you instantly part your lips for him, begging for him to explore you with his tongue. He obliges, licking and moaning shamelessly into your mouth. His hands wander all over your figure, mapping you out, memorizing you.
God, if he kisses you much longer he won’t be able to stick to his plan– Rick is nothing if not a man of his word. He pulls back from the kiss, a large hand still tangled in your hair. Your pupils are blown out and your lips are sweetly swollen from his kiss.
He takes a mental picture. If this is how she looks now, imagine how she’ll look stuffed full of my cock.
Rick internally scolds himself for the lewd thought.
“I think I’m gettin’ sleepy, Rick,” you say truthfully. It was getting late, and the beers had caught up to you. He scratches at your scalp now and you nudge into his palm, almost cat-like.
“I know, darlin’. Let me walk you home?” He asks.
“I’d like that,” you say, smiling.
You were about halfway back to your house when Rick laces his fingers with yours, squeezing once interlocked. The action makes your stomach tighten, even in your tired state.
He walks you all the way to your front door step and gives you a chaste, sweet kiss on the lips. A kiss that said, there’s more where that came from, I promise.
~~~
Over the course of the next week, you and Rick are like a couple of giddy high schoolers– sneaking around Alexandria between shifts to steal kisses from one another where no one can see, winking or smiling at each other from up in the watch towers. He’s even been coming to your porch every evening just to tell you goodnight and to, “see your pretty face one last time today.”
~~~
It had been a little over a week since your conversation with Rick now. You were nearing the end of your shift in the garden when you heard a familiar pair of boots knocking against the pavement in your direction. Without turning around to face him, you speak.
“‘Afternoon, officer,” you say, wrist deep in dirt as you turn the compost over.
“How’d you know it was me?” He asks, genuinely curious.
“Those damn boots, they give you away every time,” you crane your neck around to look up at him from your crouched position. His thumbs are looped into his gun belt and that constable uniform is tight in all the right places. You make sure to keep eye contact, not letting your gaze go below his belt for long.
Focus.
“I was wonderin’ if you were free this evening after you finish up here?” he asks– he knows the answer, already having looked at your schedule.
“I sure am, what do you have in mind?” You ask, wondering if tonight could entail this so-called-date he promised.
“I’ll come pick you up at 7, is that enough time for you to get ready?”
“Plenty. I’ll see you then?” You try to hide how excited you are, playing it as cool as you can.
“Yes ma’am.” He affirms, walking away with a little more pep in his step than before.
The rest of your shift at the garden is mindless. Your head is elsewhere– busied by daydreams of what tonight could hold.
~~~
You take your time getting ready for your date with Rick. You took a long shower, scrubbing all the remaining dirt out from under your nails- of course you had a garden shift the same day as your date.
Date, huh? You talk to yourself in your head.
Your closet didn’t have much to choose from, it being mostly filled with practical things- a few pairs of jeans, a warm jacket for the winter, and a small variety of plain-colored shirts.
As you file through your options you find just what you were looking for– a dress one of the Alexandrian women had given you to wear to the first dinner party at Deanna’s. Your group had arrived with only what was on your backs, you’d certainly not made room nor time for dresses before arriving at Alexandria. You still think about how kind she was to give it to you. Even now, it was still the only half-decent thing you owned.
You put the dress on, admiring yourself in the mirror for a moment as you fix your hair. Seldom did you tend to your appearance these days, you’d forgotten how pretty you can be when you try a little bit.
A knock at the door pulls you out of your thoughts and your stomach drops.
Why am I so nervous?
You take a deep breath before stumbling your way down the stairs to the front door, unlocking it to reveal a sweet, smiling, clean-shaven Rick Grimes.
His hands are clasped tight in front of his belt, holding a mix of wildflowers (and weeds) messily plucked together into a makeshift-bouquet.
“Riiiiiick,” you draw his name out all sing-songy. The image of him walking around searching for these, squatting down and picking each bloom one by one has you just about melting.
“These are for you, sweetheart,” he hands them to you, intentionally brushing his fingers over yours during the exchange. You blush, hard. He looks so handsome, it’s rare that you see him like this– a crisp off-white button up and a clean pair of black slacks, his usual boots, curls neatly laying on his neck.
“Why thank you, sir,” you say, making an attempt at some first-date-formalities with him. Rick’s pants tighten when you call him that, but he decides to save that thought for later.
“Anything for a pretty girl like you,” he says, stealing a kiss to your cheek, “you look beautiful by the way, this dress is quite nice.” His fingers play with the fabric around your shoulders.
The two of you stand awkwardly in your kitchen, breaking the silence, you speak up.
“Sorry, I’ve uh- never done this before,” you admit.
“Done what?” he questions.
“This- a date,” you say sheepishly.
Rick is beside himself. He could understand not going on any dates in the last year or two, given the apocalyptic circumstances. But, before? He finds it hard to believe that no one has ever taken a girl like you out on a date.
You can see the gears turning in his head, you interrupt his thinking.
“–And no, I’m not a virgin. I just– no one from before ever really wanted me for more than just bedroom stuff, I guess,” you trail off, trying to figure out how to explain this to him in a way that didn’t feel totally humiliating.
Suddenly, he feels all the more grateful for choosing to take his time with you the way he wanted to. He now has the opportunity to show you– for the first time– what it’s like to be treated right. Although Rick knows the point of tonight was to give him a chance to do some much-needed-grovelling with you, the added pressure of this being your first date makes him wonder if what he’d planned would be good enough. He pushes that thought aside as he takes your hands in his.
“That’s a damn shame, honey. Those boys don’t know what they’re missin’,” he pulls you into his chest, embracing you for a moment, feigning some necessary confidence, “let a real man show you how it’s done tonight, will you?”
Your stomach twists into knots. You glance up at him with the most endearing expression on your face, and he can’t help but imagine what other looks of pleasure he might pull from you tonight.
“C’mon, let’s head out. We’re not goin’ far,” he says, tugging your hand and leading you out the door.
The two of you walk hand-in-hand toward the large tree that hangs over the lake; you spot a small backpack perched up against the tree trunk.
“What have you got in there?” You giggle, poking him in the side.
He smiles, clearly pleased with himself that he’s fostered some giddy, girl-ish anticipation from you. He begins to unpack the bag, unfolding a tightly rolled blanket to lay flat on the ground. He pats the corner, gesturing for you to take a seat while he finishes setting up.
He pulls out a lantern and a book of matches, a tupperware full of some food, a slightly dusty bottle of wine, and a deck of cards. You pull a puppy-dog-pout, eyes almost bleary as you look his way. The way you leap to hug him nearly knocks him over, but he quickly steadies the both of you.
“Easy, darlin’,” he coos, stroking your hair gently.
“Rick, this is- this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me,” you say wholeheartedly. It was the truth.
“I know it’s not much, but I’m workin’ with what I’ve got,” he admits, “even asked Carol to make us somethin’ homemade to eat. Didn’t wanna have you eatin’ canned beans on your first date,” he says with a hearty laugh.
You beam at him, his every word making you swoon.
The two of you enjoyed friendly banter while you ate, the warm glow of the lantern and the faint hint of moonlight cast over the water made for a rather intimate atmosphere.
Brief touches are exchanged throughout the picnic-ish meal. He’d brush your hair out of your face, or place a hand on your lower back for a moment longer than usual. Though any soft or sweet version of you that existed vanished during your game of Gin Rummy. This was a re-match, and you were determined to go 2-0.
He let you win this time, but he’d never tell you that.
After you’d finished eating food and playing cards, he quietly moved up to sit against the tree, opening his legs for you to nestle there. You scoot closer to him– dress riding up a little bit in the process– and press your back to his chest. Being in this position with him reminds you of that night in the barn with Judith, how he’d kissed your head when he thought you were sleeping.
Only this time you were fully awake; you tilt your neck back to rest your head on his shoulder, leaning to the side to sneak a kiss to his clothed bicep. You don’t see it, but he smiles.
The warmth of the day now long-gone, the two of you opt to pack up and make the short walk back to your house. You walk slowly, wishing the night wouldn’t end just yet.
“I had a really, really nice time tonight, Rick,” you say sweetly, twiddling your fingers.
“Me too, baby,” he replies.
Baby, you think, that’s new.
“Is this the part where you kiss me goodnight?” You say, always wanting more of him, but vowing to respect his timeline with you.
He shakes his head no, lips brushing your ear as he speaks, “this is the part where I get what I’ve been waitin’ for,” his grip on your waist tightens as he yanks your hips to meet his.
“God, finally,” you say, your voice breathy and needy.
His lips find yours in a desperate kiss, you devour each other– hands everywhere. He grabs the back of your neck, threading his fingers into the base of your hair and tugging lightly. You moan, an embarrassingly loud noise for such a small gesture.
He takes note of your reactions to every little thing, determined to learn what makes you tick the most.
One of his large hands splays wide over the side of your face, the other roaming down to tug at the fabric of your dress.
“As pretty as you look, I’ve been dyin’ to find out what you’re hidin’ underneath this dress,” he teases under the hemline, fingers barely grazing the curve of your ass.
You tug at the collar of his shirt, then trail your hands slowly down his clothed chest, resting your hands on his belt, “I could say the same to you, Mr. Grimes.”
He wonders if you know what you do to him when you talk like that. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to hold back anymore.
“Careful, callin’ me that,” he says, tugging harder at the fabric around your waist. You love how he communicates with you, telling you exactly what he likes.
“Or what? What are you gonna do to me, Mr. Grimes,” You tease.
“Alright, that’s enough,” he says, hiking you up with one arm.
You instinctively wrap your legs tightly around his waist, “smart girl,” he whispers in your ear as he carries you to your bedroom. The words bounce around in your head making you feel dizzy already.
You hold on to him, fingers tugging on his hair as you steal a few kisses (and bites) on his neck while he takes you up the stairs.
He doesn’t throw you like you thought he might, rather he places you down gently onto your made-bed. He slowly gets down in front of you– the soft thud of each knee hitting the floor causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps– and looks up at you with a reverence you hadn’t quite seen in him before. He pushes your dress up, allowing his hands to roam over the bare plush of your thighs.
He starts leaving kisses all over your exposed skin.
“I know it’s not your first time,” kiss, “but it's your first time with me,” kiss, “and that matters to me,” kiss, “I’m gonna show you how this is really done,” kiss, “show you how sorry I am,” kiss, “if you’ll let me,” kiss.
“Yes, Rick, please,” you don’t even know what you’re asking for, you just want him.
His hands trail underneath your dress now, grazing over your stomach.
“May I?” He asks, tugging on the dress.
“Take it off, please take it off” you beg.
“Good manners, baby,” he says as he pulls the flowy fabric over your head, “m’so proud of you.”
You slightly resent the way his words made you instantly wetter than you were to begin with.
While you had been getting ready for your date with Rick, you knew there’d be a chance that tonight was the night that he finally gave in. You thought it might be funny to wear the same cheeky pair of white, frilly panties you’d teased him with during your Spencer-scheme. You’d been waiting for this moment, wondering if he’d notice.
And he did.
“Aren’t you clever,” he says, nudging his nose into your hip bone, breathing you in, “did’ya pick these out just for me this time?”
You nod, feeling shy all of a sudden.
“Words, darlin’,” he pinches your waist earning a small yelp from you– he smirks at your reaction.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
“Picked these out just for you tonight,” you say, desperate for him to give you more, “thought you might like seein’ me wear ‘em.”
“I think I’d like ‘em even better on the floor,” he says, toying with the elastic at your waist.
You whimper at his actions, his words, your fingers playing with a few of his misplaced curls.
“You tell me if I do somethin’ you don’t like,” he breaks for a moment, looking at you for confirmation.
There was a certain little word that got a reaction out of him earlier, you wanted to test it out again.
“Yes sir, I will,” you look down at him wearing a knowing smirk. He looks beautiful like this– on his knees between your legs. You regret not having him here sooner.
He grunts at your words, fingers digging into your skin now. His head tilts to the side ever-so-slightly, inching closer to where you want him most. You feel his breath hot on your core. He spreads you further, pushing your legs apart to give him more access.
“God, you’re perfect,” he says, biting up your inner thighs, nose almost nudging your clit multiple times. Fucking tease.
“Rick,” you whisper, your patience wavering.
“You want it?” He asks.
You nod.
“Not good enough. Say it, I need to hear you say it,” he says, voice low.
“I want it,” you moan, “I want it, Rick, please,” you beg.
He tightens his grip on your knee, “Mmm, no, sorry. Maybe I wasn’t clear,” he says, “tell me you want me.”
He presses wet, sloppy kisses to your inner thigh, “or do I have you all wrong?” He drags out his words.
You tug at his hair, trying to pull him closer to your clothed sex, “Yes, fuck, I want you, Rick,” you run your thumb against his cheek, he shamelessly nuzzles his head into your hand.
You continue, thinking maybe he really does need some reassurance.
“I think about you more than I care to admit,” you say, looking him in the eyes, getting close to his ear, you whisper, “when I’m alone at night,” you lean forward to kiss his neck, “even when I was mad at you,” you bite at his collarbone, “still thought about you, Rick.”
Rick hums at your affection; he wastes no time getting eye level with your pussy, nudging his nose against your clit through the thin material of those fucking panties.
“Jesus,” Rick says tauntingly, taking in a deep breath between your legs, “you smell good,” a little creepy, but you loved it.
“Rick, you’re killing me,” you whine.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry sweetheart,” he says, kissing your bud through the cotton fabric. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to the pet names with him, each one making your cheeks blush and your stomach turn.
You start to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, needing him to take off something. He takes the hint, finishing the job for you– ridding himself of his button up and the plain white t-shirt underneath. You tug at his belt now, silently asking him to do away with his slacks as well.
He obliges, (as he always does when it comes to you) unbuckling his belt, then undoing his pants and letting them fall to his feet.
The metal clatter of his belt against the hardwood floor made your core flutter in anticipation. You’re not sure how much longer you can wait, but you do your best to be patient for him– to let him have his way with you.
Part of you knows that’s what you really want from him. After months of Rick being so wishy-washy with you, you don’t care to lead the way with him– at least not right now. You want him to show you exactly how he wants you. So, you’ll let him do just that (and that’s not to say you won’t give him some encouragement along the way).
You lean back on your elbows, taking him in in all his glory, and finally, you aren’t feeling so shy with him anymore.
“This is weird,” you say plainly.
“Like I said babydoll, we can stop anyti-” he starts; you cut him off.
“No, this,” you gesture to his nearly naked frame on top of you. “You know, I never get to just stare at you,” you say, your hair fanned out on the pillow beneath your head.
“What d’ya mean, honey?”
“I always have to steal a glance, or act like I wasn’t looking… I never get to just look at you,” you admit. You trace your fingers up and down his toned abdomen, he tenses, muscles flexing under your touch. You gently graze each and every scar that decorates his skin, you even lean forward and leave a sweet kiss to the rather large one on his left shoulder (from where Morgan stabbed him.)
“I always notice,” he says, looking down at you with a smirk.
“Well, you look good, Rick, what’s a girl to do?” you say, coaxing him with the compliment. He seems to feel the same way as you, his eyes raking up and down your body, caressing every inch of your soft skin with the palms of his hands.
“You do too,” he says your name, “you’re beautiful, fuck,” he mutters.
You inhale deeply, letting out a shaky breath, “please just fuck me, Rick– want you to have me,” you look him straight in the eyes as you say this. As though he’d been waiting for a go-ahead from you, he doesn’t waste another second, immediately latching his lips to your neck and squeezing the flesh on your hips with both hands.
He kisses his way down your abdomen, leaving small love bites every now and then. Your skin erupts in goosebumps after a particularly hard bite, you inhale sharply.
“Oh, you liked that,” Rick says, biting you again– this time on your hip.
You let out pretty, needy little sounds at his actions.
Before you can speak again, he finally nudges his nose into your folds, grazing over your clit.
“Fuck, Rick–” you yank his hair (a little harder than you meant to), “shit- sorry,” you dotingly smooth over the spot where you’d tugged.
“Y’can pull harder than that, honey” and as though to reward you for your action, he darts his tongue out of his mouth, finally getting a taste of you.
I’m so fucked- Rick thinks to himself, feeling immediately addicted to you (as if he wasn’t already).
He moans into your pussy, the vibrations adding to the pleasure he’s giving you. He leans his whole body into it as he relentlessly eats you out
“What a treat,” he says, lapping the wetness from your core, drinking you in, “you’re soaked,” alternating between your entrance and your clit in a way that keeps you right on the edge.
“Rick, this feels so good, p-please don’t stop,” you tug on his hair again, knowing now how much he enjoys it.
He adds two fingers into the mix now, stretching you out in a way that gets you close instantly. His fingers were much larger than yours, and it had been quite a while since you’d had anything but your own hands to pleasure yourself.
If you were having to adjust to his fingers, you start to feel a little nervous about being able to handle all of him– you’ll cross that bridge when you get there.
Rick feels you begin to squirm under his touch, so he uses his spare arm to hold your hips down.
“I-I’m gonna-” your words get caught in your throat as your eyes squeeze shut.
“I know baby, I know,” he maintains perfect pace with his fingers, giving soft-tongued attention to your clit at the same time, “let me have it.”
And with that, you reach your high (a little quicker than you would have liked), but he’s had you so worked up all day– it's not your fault.
He slows his movements as you ride out your orgasm, you rut your hips into his face, gasping moans of his name.
You catch your breath before speaking, voice quiet and sweet.
“You’re good at that, Rick,” you run your fingers through his hair, nails scratching at the base of his neck. You pull him up toward your face, bringing him in for a kiss. Although he shaved that morning, he already has a 5 o’clock shadow– the new stubble scratching your face (you love it). You taste yourself on his lips and can’t help but swoon a little bit at the way he just ate you like you were his last meal.
“I’d have you everyday if it were up to me. You’re a pretty little thing, you know that?” He kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.
Something you find yourself really enjoying about Rick is how much the two of you have been talking during sex. Having an open dialogue like this makes things feel so intimate. Hearing exactly how much he enjoys you, your lips, your hands, it’s giving you a sense of confidence you didn’t know you could have in the bedroom.
He loved it all the same, each moan, whimper, or whine from you felt like a special reward just for him. More than that, he loved to hear from you– how you were feeling, how much you enjoyed his touch, how long you’ve wanted this. Each admission bolstered his self-assuredness with you, making him determined to please you even more with his next move.
Your limbs feel like jelly, but you were nowhere near done with him yet. You muster up some much-needed strength before sitting up and tying your hair back. Rick’s eyebrows raise.
“You, here.” You say, patting a spot between the pillows at the top of the mattress. He listens, eager to find out what you’ve got in mind. He sits comfortably with his back up against the headboard, hands lazily laced behind his head as he lets out a content sigh.
“It’s my turn to show you,” you plant a quick kiss on his lips, “just how bad,” a bite to his neck, “I’ve been wanting this, Rick,” you lick a stripe along his collarbone. His breath stutters.
“You’re so handsome,” you kiss down his toned abdomen, raking your nails over his chest, “I don’t know why the women here didn’t pounce on you when they had the chance, I would have if I were them.”
“You think this doesn’t count as pouncin’ on me?” He teases with a smile on his face, clearly relishing in your words. You suppose he’s right; this earns him a barely-noticeable eye roll from you.
“I really do think about you when I’m alone, you know?” You say, as though it’s obvious as you palm his erection through his boxers.
“What do you think about, hmm?”
“It’s kinda embarrassing, Rick, I don’t know-”
“What is it baby? Wanna let me in that pretty head of yours?” he strokes your cheek with his thumb, his voice is quiet and reassuring, “I’ve been so proud of you tonight, you’ve been so sweet for me, so open with me, even after everything I put you through,” he says, trying to coax you back to confidence. He loved seeing you be so shameless with him, and he’s greedy– he wants to see that side of you again.
“I think about this,” you tug at the waist band of his boxers, silently asking him to lift his hips for you. He keenly accommodates you, tossing the plaid fabric onto your nightstand.
And if feeling him through his jeans the other day had told you anything, it’s that you were right. He was thick. Your eyes go cartoon-wide at the sight resulting in a cocky laugh from Rick– you supposed he’d earned it, just look at him.
In the moment you felt you needed it the most, your confidence found you again. The feeling quickly turned into smugness at the thought of getting to have Rick like this whenever you want.
You take him in your hand, your fingers barely wrapping all the way around his length. You thumb over his slit, already leaking with a sticky bead of white liquid. He says your name softly in a mix of moans and heavy breaths.
You decide that he’s waited long enough, you kiss his tip– your touch light and sweet. You lick up and down the length a couple of times to wet his shaft before fully taking him into your mouth. He’s so thick you hardly have the room to hollow your cheeks out, he’s stuffing your mouth full and you certainly aren’t complaining.
You stick your ass up in the air, arching your back at a delicious angle as you continue your efforts on him.
“You look so pretty,” he says, cradling your face in his hand, guiding your mouth up and down his length, “‘m kickin’ myself for not havin’ you like this sooner,” he breathes out the words slowly, holding eye contact so intense you almost want to shrink under his gaze.
With the world how it is now, you know he means it (as lewd as the context of his admission may have been). Time isn’t promised, you think that maybe both of you regret playing all those games with each other. What’s the point in beating around the bush with someone when tomorrow isn’t guaranteed?
All of a sudden, Rick pulls you off– a thin strand of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock. It’s a miracle he doesn't finish at the sight of you like this.
“What’s wrong? W-was I not doing a good job?” You ask, slumping your shoulders in defeat and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you talk.
Rick feels like he’s receiving his first ounce of good karma since this all started. With everything going on, here, out there, everywhere, all you’re worried about at this moment is pleasing him. The fact that you seem to be as lost in the moment with him as he was with you made his heart swell. The thought then makes him sick, feeling as though he doesn’t deserve you after everything he put you through these last few months, ignoring you like that. He shakes the thought away, telling himself this was his chance to make it up to you.
“Oh– my sweet girl, no. You were perfect,” he hoists you up to straddle him now, that sorry look still on your face, “so perfect, I got close there for a second,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “can’t leave my girl hangin’, can I? Gotta give you what you really want.”
My girl.
You crack a small smile now, adjusting yourself in his lap so that your wet folds slide over his length. Rick's hands find purchase on your waist, gripping you tight before swiftly picking you up to swap places with him. The strength and speed with which it happens makes you dizzy (in a good way).
The head of his cock teases at your entrance and you whine, even though he’s hardly given you an inch.
“You ready, sweetheart? This what you need?” He asks, doting as ever.
“Yes,” you say softly, barely-there.
With that, he starts to push into you, slowly, little by little. Your face scrunches up at the stretch, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into his back.
Finally, when you feel as though you’ve adjusted, you let out a small exhale, opening your eyes to find he’s already looking at you with blown out pupils, jaw slack, eyelids hanging low with pleasure.
“I was worried for a second there that I wouldn’t be able to take all of you,” you whisper, a needy grin on your face.
He starts to pet your hair now, almost sympathetically, “oh baby doll,” he presses a kiss to your temple, “I’m only about halfway in,” he smirks, cocky again. He acts sorry, but he most certainly isn’t.
You close your eyes again, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles.
“O-okay, I’ve got this,” you say, trying to convince yourself more than anything, “keep going, Rick, I can take you,” you assure him.
“I know you can,” he says as he pushes the rest of his length in with one leisurely thrust. You yelp, the sting quickly turning into bliss as he continues to say dirty things in your ear, “you’re a smart girl right? I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Your eyes roll back in your head as he begins to move at an even pace now, each slow drag of his cock against your tight walls works you up closer and closer to where you want to be again. Your bodies begin to mold together as though you’d done this a hundred times. This feels wildly unlike anyone else you’d been with before; with each thrust, you start to feel more and more like you were made for him. Unbeknownst to you, the same thought crosses his mind.
“Turn around,” he says, more demanding than he’d been thus far. You loved it. In an attempt to encourage him to lean into that a little more, you instantly obey, swiftly turning your body over– your stomach now flat on the mattress.
He splays both hands over your ass cheeks, giving each one a gentle slap and a quick squeeze, grunting low in his throat as he does so, as though he was trying to hold himself back from man-handling you a little harder. His hands clench your hips now, pulling your bottom half toward his pelvis. Your back naturally arches as you bury your face into a pillow, patiently waiting for him to re-enter you. He leaves a trail of kisses up your spine as he lines himself up with your entrance again.
He pushes in easily this time, you really have adjusted to him quickly.
“There you go, that’s my girl,” he coos, his hard, quickening pace contrasting his sugar-sweet words. You can’t even muster up a response, you just moan pathetic sounds of pleasure into the pillow.
Keeping one hand on your hip to steady you as he continues to fuck you (hard, now), he threads the other into your hair, angling your head to the side so he can get a little look at you.
Your eyebrows are upturned, your eyes half-closed, mouth dropped into a small ‘o’ shape as you pant out breathy moans and an attempt at a few words like, “yes, fuck, feels good, Rick, fuck, God, more, please.”
This is exactly how he’d imagined you’d be– fucked out, needy, perfect for him.
He feels you tighten ever-so-slightly around his length, your legs beginning to wobble, hardly able to hold yourself up. He intervenes, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, his chest flush with your back now as he maintains a steady pace.
He’s deep in this position, the tip of his dick repeatedly rubbing up against your sweet spot. Your sweet sounds get a little louder now.
You reach your hand back toward him, clenching around his flexed thigh.
“R-Rick, I’m c-close again,” you say, words coming out in the same rhythm as his thrusts. He weirdly enjoyed that.
“I know baby, I can feel you,” he says, his voice gentle yet commanding the room all the same, “let go honey, I’ve got you.”
The thought of him being this attuned to your body already makes you feel warm. More than anything, his words send you over the edge. You come harder than the first time now, clenching around his cock and gushing all over his length; you’ve made a mess of him.
The mental fortitude Rick mustered to stave off his own orgasm in order to coax you through yours was an impressive and close-to-impossible feat. He was focused, determined to put your pleasure before his own (tonight, and always).
When he was sure you’d finished, all the way, he pulled out, jerking himself with one hand and effortlessly flipping you over with the other.
“Look at me,” he orders, “eyes open,” he starts to spurt his white hot load on your soft stomach, “wanna see your face, my pretty girl.”
You reach forward to massage his balls as he finishes himself off, his eyes squeeze shut when he feels your soft fingers caress him down there. His mouth falls open to release a series of curses and moans, a few lewd utterances of your name spilling out as well.
Catching your breath, the sounds of your combined panting echo in your now quiet bedroom. You stare into his eyes with that same lovesick look on your face from earlier. He peppers your face with kisses, his hands never fully resting as they trail gently along the smooth skin of your arms, your legs, your hips.
“Let me get you cleaned up, hmm?” he says, just above a whisper.
“Mhmm,” you agree, eyes closed contently.
Rick reaches over the side of your bed, searching for his discarded undershirt to use as a rag, (he would make sure to be the one doing that load of laundry). He leans over you now, gently wiping you off, leaving a few sloppy pecks over your skin along the way.
You open your mouth to speak and promptly close it when you realize what you were about to say.
Was I actually about to tell him I love him?
You suppose that can happen when you get fucked for the first time in a while, especially when you get fucked like that– all intimate and domestic. You know it’s not time to say that to him yet, but God did it feel natural. Mind slightly clearer now, you draw circles with your fingers on his bicep as you speak.
“That was… that was really nice, Rick, like- really good,” you continue, “I needed that… with you,” you sort-of regret the vulnerable confession.
All cards on the table, I guess. You bargain with yourself internally.
“I love to hear that baby,” he kisses into your hair, “I needed that too,” he’s whispering now, “thank you.”
“For what?” You whisper back.
“For trustin’ me, givin’ me a chance to make this right with you,” he pulls your body impossibly closer to his, “I’ll keep on tryin’ for as long as you’ll have me.”
His words register with you as a version of commitment, that this wouldn’t be a one time thing, that he wants more with you, more of you.
“I’d have you forever if it were up to me, Grimes.” You don’t regret your vulnerability this time.
A toothy grin spreads across his face. You secretly love when you can pull this from him– that innocent, boyish smile that makes it look like maybe, for just a moment, he’d forgotten that the world is falling apart outside.
“Sounds like a good deal to me,” he breathes the words out as his arms settle comfortably around you now, both of you quickly fading.
Without so much as a discussion, he stayed with you, holding you close to his chest all night. He couldn’t wait to get a look at you when you wake up tomorrow– a glimpse of how he might start his mornings everyday now.
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reblogging this masterpiece on my fifth read hehehe
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I saw that you were writing Rick Grimes fix (and good ones at it), and the twd fandom here on tumbler is basically dead (😭), I was hoping you could write a fic about like S1 Rick where he just got brought to the camp for the first time with Glenn, and he sees you and just absolutely like falls inlove. Like Lori noiticed, cause he's stumbling over his words sometimes and can't really hold eye contact with you, and she knows it cause that's literally how he used to behave around her. Shane noitices too and tries to use the opportunity to get Lori and Rick to break up so he can have Lori. But like then they like realise Rick heard everything, but rather than being upset, he is like just going to reader and finally kissing you like without a single shit. Basically his way of saying it's over with Lori. Basically just yearning of young Rick and him and his little sherif hat (love him)
okok this has been in the drafts for a WHILE now i am so sorry. it's not exactly like the request but i followed it the best i could !! added a lil smut in there but theres hellaaaaa yearning cause who is rick grimes if not THE yearner??
