beat up baby

Oh man…yeah i’m sorry. It’s been way longer than i meant for this story to get updated. The good news is that i have already begun working on the next chapter, so wish me well, and that this baby keeps up her pattern of taking frequent naps so i can finish it soon. 

At any rate I hope that you enjoy this update. And if you don’t i’m sorry, but i hope you will stick it out with me on this fic and not toss me overboard! Either way, if you read it let me know what you think!

Happy reading!

A/N: So, I was feeling a little better, and bored, so I decided to write yesterday. Accept this long-ish one shot as a token of my appreciation to this wonderful fandom. I’m a bit out of rhythm with my writing(That’s code for please be gentle with me…lol).

As always, thanks for reading. I really love all of you guys. This is the best fandom that I’ve ever been apart of. You all are some of the most supportive people I’ve ever met and I wholeheartedly appreciate you.

“Look at this spread. You weren’t lying when you said you were going all out,” Michonne commented as she walked in the backyard. A large, white tent sat up in the middle of the huge yard where many guests started to gather. Lanterns strung around the perimeter of the yard gave it a party feel, and a large sparkling pool, with a Jacuzzi off to the side seemed inviting.  

“Now that you’ve been over for the first time, you get to experience our larger than life cookouts. The bigger the better. Shane damn near invited everyone on his Facebook friends list,” Sasha commented as she brought out some meats to her husband.

Shane stood by the grill talking to some man, with greying, short hair. Very short. He wore a plain white tee and blue jeans with running shoes. She could only see the back of him and quickly realized that he had a nice body. Firm back muscles and strong arms. A nice ass, as well, if she was being honest. Michonne shook her premature lustful thoughts away as the man started to walk off the deck, and she lost him to the crowd.

“Hey baby. Got the hamburgers seasoned and brought you some more hot dogs. Imma get more steaks seasoned soon,” Sasha said as she handed him the platter of uncooked meats. Shane gave her a big kiss on the lips, then smacked her butt.

“The seasoning on those hamburgers was good, babe. You did a good job,” Shane commented, making Sasha beam.  

Sasha took the time to introduce her co-worker to her husband. “Shane…this is Michonne. She just joined the firm not too long ago. You’re moving back to Atlanta from Florida, right?” Sasha asked and Michonne nodded her head. Sasha continued. “Michonne, this is my husband Shane. He is a detective at the Atlanta Police Department.” Shane nodded in her direction.

“Nice meetin’ ya. I’d shake your hand, but I just touched the hamburger meat.”

“Not a problem. Nice to meet you, too.” Michonne smiled as she looked around. “You guys are throwing quite the event.”

Shane agreed. “Yeah… my wife loves to throw big shindigs. Ain’t that right, Sash?”

“That’s right, babe, but you do too.” They kissed each other on the lips, then smiled as they leaned away from one another. “I love your crazy ass.”

“I know,” Shane replied confidently. “Love your sexy ass more.” Sasha kissed him once again, then started another conversation, mostly about the current updates to their backyard, and the law firm Michonne just started at. They all drunk from their beer bottles as the conversation wore on.

Michonne joined in, going into detail about her move. “The move was grueling, but I made it happen with very little…”

“Michonne?” She heard someone say from behind her. That voice. She knew it. It was peppered with age and distinction, but she knew it.

She turned around to see the man from earlier with the greying hair and firm muscles. But she knew this man. “Rick?” she said in surprise. “Wow!” Complete shock covered her face. Michonne hadn’t seen him in years. It had been…

“You two know each other?” Sasha chimed in, interrupting her thoughts.

Shane turned and faced Rick. “Yeah partner, y’all know each other?”

“Yeah,” he said without looking at Shane. “Jesus, wow…it’s been what…19 years?” Rick seemed to be in shock too…like he’d seen a ghost from his past. In a way, you could say he did.

Michonne awkwardly smiled. On the outside she tried to remain calm. On the inside, she turned into a puddle. “Yeah…it’s been about that long. How have you been?” she asked in the best, upbeat voice that she could.

“I’ve been good. I’ve been good. Damn, Michonne.” Rick just stood there taking her in. She had on this pink, long sundress with thin straps. The long dress hid her beautiful, satin legs that he remembered distinctly. He could tell Michonne still worked out. The dress hugged every curve of her hips and ass…her breasts. The exposed skin of her shoulders and chest captured the rays of sun, soaking them in and highlighting each delicate, supple area of her body. He may have started drooling if he didn’t catch himself.

Michonne stopped caring years ago about Rick, but last she heard he had married. Had a kid named Carl, who should be around sixteen or seventeen. But she stopped caring about Rick so long ago. Moved on with he own life and had her own family. Andre, her son…and his father, Mike, who she just separated from months ago. Andre stayed in Florida with his father for the summer, and Michonne tried to get out to enjoy the long summer nights as often as her work scheduled allowed. She hadn’t had so much time to herself in 9 years since the birth of her son.

But Rick looked good standing there with tanned skin. A completely grey beard covered his cheeks. He used to have these long, luxuriously unkempt curly that she oddly found herself missing, but the short hair worked for him. His lips…lord the memories she had of them. The way those pink lips ran over her body and caressed every spot. She shook her head, so the thoughts escaped her.

“Good to hear things have been going good for you.” Thankfully, Michonne’s phone started to ring and she excused herself to answer it. Rick just stared at her as she walked away.

“Hi, mommy,” the angelic voice on the other end stated. A big smile crossed Michonne’s face.

“Hey, Andre. Mommy’s big man. What are you doing?”

“Oh, me and dad are about to go fishing. I’ve been having so much fun, mommy. We went surfing…and on jet skis…”

“Jet skis?” The mother in Michonne started to get worried. She just knew he could get hurt.

“Yes, mommy. It was so fun. Dad said, ‘hold on tight’, so I held on real tight and didn’t let go…even with the big waves.”

Michonne’s skin started to flush hot. She worried about the things the two would do over the summer. If she had her son, they would be going on nature trails, museums, and to theatre shows. She used to be adventurous, but the thirty nine in her became soft. Just last week, Andre said he saw a real live alligator on a swamp adventure. She nearly fainted on the phone. Her and Mike had got into it over his safety, but Mike insisted that Andre needed to do boy things that kept his mind engaged.

I promise he won’t get hurt. He’s with the greatest man in the world. That’s what Mike told her, so that’s what she had to believe.

“That sounds…fun,” she concluded.

“It sure is…did you want to speak to dad?” The bright youth asked her. Michonne told him no. She wouldn’t fuss. She had no energy to fuss with Mike right now.

“Okay mommy, I’ll talk to you later. I love you to the moon and back.”

Michonne gushed. She just loved her little boy. “To the moon and back,” she replied. It was their sweet little thing they said to one another before he left her for school, or went to bed…and now over the phone, as he was hundreds of miles away.

“Do you have some time to talk?” That familiar voice asked just as Michonne got off the phone. It almost seemed as if Rick waited patiently for her to get off of it before he came over.

Nervously, Michonne smiled. If she said ‘no’, it would seem like she held onto the past that separated them years ago. Reluctant to give off that impression, Michonne nodded her head. “Um…sure.”

Rick couldn’t believe how beautiful Michonne had gotten over time. Her locs had grown even longer and took on a slight blonde hue. She said she lived in Florida, so the beach must have been a favorite pastime of hers. The years had aged her well. They weren’t so kind to him, he felt.

He wanted to touch her hand…to hold it, but that thought was just that…a thought. He had no right to lay one finger on her soft skin. Not after all of these years.

“What have you been up to? How long have you been back in Atlanta?” He shot questions at her quickly. Michonne answered them just as fast.

“Not much. Working…being a mom. I moved back about 6 months ago.”

“Wow…I had no clue.”

“Yeah…” Michonne started to feel less uneasy being around him, but not by much. “You’ve been in Atlanta this whole time? You still on the force?”

“Yeah. Moved back when I was thirty. I’m forty-two now. Shane and I are partners. He invited me to this thing yesterday, and I had other plans, but I’m glad I cancelled them.” The tiniest of smiles crossed those pouty, pink lips she recalled running all over her body…between her legs. Jesus.

He wouldn’t stop staring at her. And the uncomfortable feeling came back from his stare. From those blue eyes of his. God, she used to get lost in them. Just so lost, and they were making her feel lost again.

Michonne looked away from his intense gaze and searched past his shoulder for Sasha. She didn’t see her over by the grill where her husband still stood barbecuing. “I heard you got married to someone named Lori not too long after we broke up.” Michonne looked down at his wedding finger and noticed a faint line there.

“Divorced…going on 5 years now.” After he said that, his face had an odd mixture of relief and sadness.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Michonne knew all too well what that felt like. Putting so much energy into a relationship to have it blow up in your face. She noticed Rick look at her finger.

“I’m still married. Things have been rough, but they are getting better by the day.” She lied…kind of. She remained married still, but every time Mike and Michonne spoke, there was nothing but drama and heartache. Michonne felt nothing but resentment towards him.

And although she separated from Mike a while ago, she couldn’t bring herself to take her wedding ring off. Maybe because the move wasn’t final for her. Maybe because in the back of her mind her law firm in Florida still wanted her back, and maybe one day her and Mike could reconcile things. Maybe she gave up temporarily, but by keeping that ring on her finger, things could go back to the way they were before he cheated on her.

But was that what she really wanted?

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Hello Dear Readers and Happy Sunday.  Are you ready for tonight’s episode of TWD without Rick?  A part of of our ship is now gone but Richonne lives forever in fan fic, because all of the talented writers in this fandom will make sure of it. With that said it’s time to present chapter two of our story.  We hope you enjoy it.

Ms.J

The second chapter of this tale comes from the creative mind of @thematsaidwelcome79​.   Be it fluffy moments that make your heart swell or pulse-pounding smutty heat that makes whatever ails you well, however you want your Richonne, faithful readers can attest to the addictive talents of this sensational scribe.    Sit back and settle in as she tills the fertile ground of Richonne’s love with all of its emotional entanglements in the next installment of Still Growing.

Still Growing Chapter 2: Chapter 2 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13112515/2/Still-Growing

“I mean seriously Rick, he’s pushing 45 and still getting caught jacking off. Who does that?”

“I guess he does.” Rick stood at the bathroom door, towel tucked around his waist while he dried off his hair with another one. He watched Michonne lotion her smooth brown legs as she sat on the bed. “Why are you making such a big deal about it?”

“Because his wife kept bringing it up. He was just sitting there with it in his hand…” Michonne imitated the wife’s voice as best she could. “She said she screamed. They live in the same house, why does he even need to do that? She’s right there.”

“Maybe he didn’t feel like waiting on her.”

“Whatever… Maybe he’s just a horndog that likes to whip it out whenever he’s alone. That reminds me, I need more hand sanitizer.”  Michonne walked over to her purse that was sitting on a chair in front of the window. Rick watched her make every step. She was dressed for bed in a white cotton cami and black panties. The cheeks of her ass were barely contained. Rick loved to watch them jiggle. “I didn’t even know men still did that after a certain age.” She bent down to dig for a pen that fell to the bottom of her bag, giving Rick an even better view. “Do you?” She found the pen and wrote hand sanitizer on the small notepad she kept in the front pocket while waiting for his answer, but Rick hadn’t heard her question. “Rick.” She turned around and watched him watching her. Angling her head, she called his name again. “Rick.”

“Huh.”

“I asked you a question.” His eyes finally met hers with a flustered glint in them. He cleared his throat and started drying his hair again.

“What…what did you ask?”

“Do you still get yourself off?” Rick looked around the room for a few moments, then settled his eyes back on Michonne after running out of things to look at in order to stall. “Well…” Her hands were on her hips and she was doing that head tilt again.

“I do occasionally.” He tossed the towel he was drying his hair with in the hamper and walked over to the bed. He sat down with a sigh, hoping her questions were finished. No such luck.

“When’s the last time you did it?”

“Did what?” He tried to stall again with his question. She walked over to him and stood right in front of him, hands still on her hips.

“Rick Grimes, you know damn well what I’m talking about.” Her eyes narrowed and she stared at him, waiting for an actual answer. “When’s the last time you got yourself off?” After a deep breath and an even longer exhale, he finally answered.

“The morning before last.”  

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12995043/4/

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is late, way late, but it’s here!

You can read it at FF.net and/or AO3.

Our co-mod @thematsaidwelcome79 was also moved by the lyrics in this song that she wrote a lil something. Enjoy this sexy passage and thank us later. 

-Ms. J

Several Deaths

The fifth time he asked to kill her, she said please, and it was an exquisite massacre that left her lifeless and looking down at him from the afterlife.  The fourth time, he was rough, telling her how much he loved to watch her; to see the tragic ecstasy behind her eyes. The beating of her heart against his chest as it wrestled with the possibility of stopping; pumping out its last signs of life. At his hands, death was what she begged for, asking him to end her. To make it hard and fast. Soft and slow. Torment her body with his, weaken her existence. He begged with kisses the third time, covering his lips and tongue with her essence, smearing it across her thighs with his mouth and fingers. He asked nicely to kill her again, so the second time was easy. He didn’t leave any marks, just the puddle of his torturous acts remained, staining the sheets, scenting the air. She watched her assignation in the mirror the first time. Her fateful ending coming at the hands of his thick steel rod. She couldn’t see as it penetrated her over and over, pushing her closer to the edge of extinction. The gratification on her face, as she watched her own demise, reflecting back at her, was self indulgent. Her death was beautiful. Making her ruin a welcome occasion, a need for life no longer wanted.

Written by: @thematsaidwelcome79

WTOWW received an anonymous prompt request asking for a story using the song “ All The Things” by Joe.  As our loyal readers know, we always aim to please. The  beautiful and oh so talented @nyese3529 was more than up for the task and has produced a hot little mini ficlet that we know you will enjoy. Without further delay we present ……

All The Things

(Part I)

Michonne’s hand slid across the steam covered mirror while she stared at her dripping reflection.

Why was she putting herself through this? The question bogged her down the entire time she stood in the shower, the water cascaded over her, and she felt nothing. Deep inside she felt nothing. She’d cried loud enough to be heard, but no one would hear.

He texted…not called. He texted her and said he’d be running late. Her husband Jason did that a lot…text and relay he was running behind, or that he’d got caught in traffic. Never cared much or enough to even bother to call. How many times had she heard work was bogging him down? How many times from him did she read some flaky text?

And even still she’d sit in a lovely, decadent restaurant with the best food this side of Los Angeles. She’d sit there and wait thirty minutes to an hour before Jason even made an appearance. It’s how she spent most of the important moments between them…alone or waiting.

Over the past ten years Michonne lived with the short end of the stick…with the hand she was dealt. She married a man who’d never really loved her. Michonne married him because she truly wanted to be his and prayed that she’d mean more to him.

But the woman staring back at her through the mirror knew the truth. That woman knew that this was her life…a woman surrounded by the finest thing possessions money could buy, and no one to share them with.

Michonne walked away from her saddened reflection and towards her room, glancing over to the bed. There lay her outfit, a red bodycon dress already placed out for her along with the frilly black lace underwear. Jason became very particular about what she wore. The dress had to be tight, sexy lingerie was a must. She had to show off the curves of her hips…her long smooth legs and flat stomach. She had to wear the Louboutin pumps, the shade of red expertly matching the dress.

And she’d have to wear the diamonds just purchased for her, sparkling against her collarbone, the teardrop earrings wearing her lobes down. She’d uncoil her locs so that the curls cascaded down and put makeup on…all of it he’d barely notice. Michonne would be the woman he wanted; the one he changed her in to becoming.

She shook her head and blew out a painful breath. After years and years of schooling and becoming a respected surgeon, she’d been reduced to some millionaire’s arm candy. A trophy wife only to be seen at movie premieres. But she was more than that.

Much more.

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With the looming loss of our beloved Rick Grimes, one half of our beloved ship, we have promised to keep Richonne alive forever. We plan to keep our word and continue to produce content for as long as possible.  Our fabulous team of writers have come up with a story we are sure you will enjoy.  So please get comfy and enjoy the first chapter of our story brought to you by @richonnelvr218 aka MsWriterTee on FF.

Update:  This story is based on a prompt by @morenachans.  She always has the best prompts. Thank you Chica!!

Synopsis

Rick’s over protectiveness is putting a strain on his marriage. Although there is nothing Michonne loves more than her husband, she needs him to deal with a few issues before they can continue with their happy ever after. She hopes leaving can help Rick put things in perspective, but will the distance between them cause a permanent strain that can’t be fixed?

Still Growing https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13112515/1/

Dirty Question: Do you prefer your women shaved or natural?

They’d barely made it through the front door before Rick had Michonne pressed up against the console in her foyer, boldly gripping her hips as he angled her onto the table. Frantic, lust-driven hands knocked over a brushed-nickel decorative bowl, scattering its contents onto the floor with a harsh clatter.

He paused for a moment, rising back up to smile down at her. She was breathtaking. With fingers dancing across the satiny fabric of her honey-yellow maxi dress, Rick lifted her onto the now cleared table, seizing her lips once more.

Her knees instinctively parted to accommodate him. Deliberately, his tongue drove a trail from her lips to the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder met. He inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of her floral perfume layered over their commingled arousal.

Michonne, suddenly feeling less brave about taking this leap, covered her mouth, attempting to conceal the nervous giggle threatening to escape her lips. Tenderly, Rick halted his movements and pulled her hand away.

“Don’t have’ta do that,” he rasped, leaning into Michonne as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re safe with me.”

She nodded as he snaked his arm around her waist, drawing her towards him, stopping only when her bottom reached the edge of the table. He leaned in for another kiss, pushing her torso against the wall until the back of her head tapped the mirror above the console. She moaned, grasping the shearling collar of his coat as his hands moved around and palmed her ass.

His tongue sought hers, stoking the fires as he covetously drew the air from her lungs. Ravenously, he pulled up her spaghetti-strapped dress, letting it pool around her waist and exposing her supple, glossy thighs. Dragging his rock hard erection across her core, she gasped, rocking against him as the delicious friction nearly pushed her over the edge.

“Bedroom,” she purred, her fingers trailing across the freshly shorn locks at the nape of his neck.

eh, It’s still Halloween somewhere in the world right?

Anyone watch THAT show the other day and heard the Famous Rick Grimes utter the words “family FUNDAY” and think: Rick Grimes is on Tumblr AND he’s THE ultimate Richonner???

Just me?

Fine.

Well anyway since as far I’m concerned my version VENGEANCE is how things went down and Family Funday was the series finale of THAT show (gosh that was great how it ended on a high with all the hope and RESPECT due to Queen, Wife and MOTHER Michonne and of course the Famous Rick Grimes wasn’t it) I thought I’d give @sophiasown her wish for an awesome

FF Funday: Family Funday Edition

As always feel free to add on, have fun but most of all have a laugh. Especially if unlike me you’re continuing watching THAT other show…

“We’re The Ones who live… to picnic” Michonne Grimes said that-Fight Me

Tagging @yellehughes @thematsaidwelcome79 @isisnicole @can08writer @blackgirlfairy @fikfreak @nwfan @nattah-gudgrrl @tigerwalk3 @lola-fairweather @chellepo

I bring you:

FF Funday: Family Funday in the ZA

Judith: Mommy’s carrying me like I didn’t run a war from my high chair. This funday is the least they could do for me winning this damn war.

Rick: ok so if we walk for another 10 minutes. Sit on a blanket for about 25… then walk back that’s a good half hour of fun day for Judybear and then the rest of the day is for Papa Bear and Mama Bear fun.

Michonne: he stay walking behind me like I don’t know he’s counting the minutes til we can start our own fun day and watching my ass. I love that man.

Carol: Did you really think they was gonna invite you to funday??? You’re lucky I’m here with you eating this dry ass possum tail.

Durl: yeah mumble grumble… but … I brought extra squirrel

Rick: ha… and then he said… I brought extra squirrels

Ezekiel: Hey Baby you ready to go meet Rick and Michonne for Family Funda… oooh. Hey Dirt Squirrel … erm this is awkward… me & Shiva’ll be outside waiting for you Carol.

Daryl: Wait… The Kang was invited???

Jesus: Can’t stop to talk D. I’m late for Family Fun D… erm… feeding Baby Herschel.

Carl: I hope mom and Dad packed extra deer burgers for today.

Michonne: I’m not even acting like I’m not walking around with Baby Grimes all up in my Queen uterus right now.

Durl excitedly taste-testing his second batch "Oh, yeah! That squirrel is gooder than sugar!"

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13092078/1/Doorstep-To-Destiny

Michonne walked away from her friends and family once, but a little surprise in her well planned out life soon lands her back in King County. Once back home she realizes that although she tries to run away from love, she can’t outrun her destiny.

Chapters 1 and 2 are up! Hope you guys enjoy this one!