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How to take it apart and put it back together. How to turn it inside out and then right side out again. Pulling your trigger with a calloused finger.
He touches you with care, but not like he’s afraid you’ll break. No, that’s not how you touch a gun.
You touch a gun like it’s something with the power to take. Something with the power to destroy. To kill.
God knows you could kill him, wake up and realize you deserve more than he could offer. You could blow up in his face and leave him bleeding out on the floor.
He worships you with the same precision he uses to clean his gun, careful strokes with delicate touches. Just like a weapon, sometimes you need different things from him. A gentle hold and little aiming. Rough hands and a steady prop against his shoulder. Sometimes his entire body is behind every movement, thighs wide for support even when his back starts to ache with effort
Simon fucks you like a bullet.
He tears himself apart, or at least he would if you asked him too. Slowly losing his sharp edges with every ricochet as he bounces around you.
He fucks into your cunt as if you pulled a trigger, letting himself go in whatever direction you ask. Hard, slow, fast, teasing, nights when you make him do that thing with his hips.
You go at it like animals most nights, pulling that raw want out of the holster and flicking off any safety’s that get in your way.
There’s no bullet proof vest or gun case that can hide him from the most dangerous weapon of all.
kai chases you through the woods and you realize fighting for your life is useless when he could syphon it away. but he didn’t chase you down for just your magic.
mystic falls was eerily quiet, which was all the more unsettling.
the horrors of the town acting as though they’ve taken the night off and while she’s been running for her life from a fucking power thirsty sociopath. the cool autumn air hitting her bare arms as she runs harder, heart thumping in her chest.
the night was hardly over, and kai was on a mission now— finding her.
“here kitty kitty,” kai calls from the depths of the forest.
he’s dragging along a long wooden stick with him to show that he was not afraid of what she is, but that she should be afraid of him.
she helped bonnie perform a cloaking spell on herself to kill kai. well, she tried, but of course kai doesn’t die easily and he had the suspicion that something like this would happen, playing every horrific detail out.
twisted thoughts finding home in his mind and tasting the feeling as though it was something for him to savour.
she’d snapped his neck without realizing he stole the gilbert ring from jeremy. the ring—which allows the user to die an unlimited amount and still survive—was now in her clutches after he threw it at her to showcase how he’d survived.
that cocky, egotistical bastard.
kai had killed her coven in retaliation, being the psychotic power hungry manchild he is. she should probably hate him but he was kind of doing her a favour. her coven was meant to merge with geminis, though kai slaughtered them before they got the chance and then turned on his own family. her family was not good by any means, having children only to maintain power and keep the covens name on the forefront of all witches minds, building fear though power and submission.
now kai was not only alive, but she could presume he was angry she’d stopped their merging. he’d been chasing her through the forest with a dagger, glistening with vervain. she knew, he was going to catch her and he when he did, he was definitely going to kill her.
panting hard and taking enormous steps, she’s off, going through trees, careful not to hit any branches. any sign of magic would tip him off so she kept any chance of her vampirism out of sight.
all i have to do now is actually kill him, her thoughts echo.
still speeding through the forest to get away. but kai was inching closer and closer, and she could smell him. he had a cut, probably from the branches tearing at his skin as he chased her.
a whistle, calm and collected, echoes through the empty space. loud and clear enough to distract.
he was taunting her—purposefully disorientating her.
chuckling to himself he calls out again, “kitty, you can’t run from me,” the sound reverberating across the forest, “mmmh i can feel that magic radiating off you. you know that? it’s fucking intoxicating.”
the shuffling of the branches suddenly felt like it was surrounding her. was there more people there? a crack echoed though mystic forest, followed by a snap that was closer than she’d like.
before she could turn around he was already there, a sickening grin flashing back at her and a faint speck of blood on his cheek. in his hand, a wooden stake remained, gripped tightly by his ring-clad fingers. “boo.”
her arm shot out to shove him but he flicked his wrist, pushing her against the tree trunk hard enough for her to let out a sharp exhale of air. a groan escaped her lips at the impact, not expecting him to follow after her in mere seconds. her eyes widen and grasp at his hands as they grip her throat next, letting the slab of wood fall.
kai tsks, “you should know by now you can’t run from me. not you, not liv. definitely not my dumbass brother.” beginning to giggle to himself.
even with her fingernails digging into his hands, he doesn’t seem to mind the pain and instead groans into a laugh, “very kinky of you.”
struggling under his grip, her legs kick out beneath her while he lifts her up. she shoves at him to no avail like her life force was being pulled just by their contact.
struggling against him and groaning, “mmhf—fuck you kai.”
“i’d like that,” he says bringing his nose to the crook of her neck and rubs his face right in before making a sound that was too close to a moan.
confusion floods throughout her conscious and the hiss that leaves his throat only creates more. she tries to tilt her head away but he only inches closer. normally she could outstrengthen him, though tonight kai had laced her drink with vervain.
“get the fuck off me!” she squirms as he grips her closer.
again, his hand tightens around her throat enough to make her choke. airway restricted by his impossibly strong grip before he gives a tilt of his head and looks her up and down like he’s burning her to memory.
“okay,” he laughs against her skin, “whatever you want.”
suddenly he lets go, letting her fall and collapse onto the forest ground. the thud echoing around them as he only stares. she’s heaving and grabbing at her neck, coughing out at the new found air filling her lungs. the distant stirring beneath her skin only a forethought now. though kai is amused. he watches her with a practiced tilt in his neck and a slight stretch as licks his lips like his interest peaked. like a toy had been found to break.
when she meets his eyes, a scowl forms and her lips part to chant at him.
fully aware, he ruins it. kai’s been waiting for this. itching to show what it means to wield power. what it is to be powerful without compromising with nature and nepotistic principles he didn’t receive.
his hand clamps over her mouth before she can say anything.
“aw, don’t ruin the fun. i never said i was gonna hurt you but you seem like you really want me to.” amusement in his tone as he yanks her by her shoulders and holds her against his chest.
her voice comes out muffled against his palm, chants useless as he restraints her. until she bites his hand hard enough to draw blood.
“ah—ow, ha,” he abruptly lets go of her mouth but still keep his other arm seated around her midriff. holding tightly as he draws her closer, laughing lowly as he brings his face closer, “you could’ve just told me you were into that.”
the words finally slip out from her lips, a desperate chant to get him to get away with so little words.
“incendia,” rasping the word before fire erupts around them, instantaneously circling in front of the tree where he stood. she kicks him in the stomach, letting him fall into the ring of fire and letting both of them to fall to the ground. a dull ache from the loss of his touch, but a newfound clarity that had been stolen.
a sharp sound erupts from her throat as she falls to the ground. hand coming up to rub at her throat and sputter out a cough. wheezing and trying to compose herself when the laughter in front of her seems to grow louder. stealing her attention as dangerous remained. taking a deep gulp, she looks up to find targetted eyes on her already, tilting his head like he’s figured it out.
horrific realization dawning that she didn’t even know what she was planning herself, though kai seemed sure he had the options mapped out. he drags his hands through the dirt, a low hum leaving his perfectly sickening throat as his palms sink right in. leaves, twigs and stones, parting for his fingers to dig into. the scariest part should’ve been the way the flames started dying out but what was worse was how his lips parted and a soft groan left his lips. but as the magic disappeared from the land and the fire with it, it weakened her and stole from her supply.
how he seemed to derive pleasure from this, she was truly fearful of.
“you should’ve figured out by now,” he starts, fire simmering until it completely extinguishes. “i prefer siphoning from pretty things.”
she tries to hide it, but the shakiness is evident with body language as the earth below them drains the very power coursing through her veins and lighting up the forest. pulling all that delicious power she threw at him and absorbing it just to strengthen himself. then, she’s kicking herself up and nearly falling before holding her weight and staggering away. when she’s turned, he also stands and strides after her before she could even react and watches as she stumbles away. weakened by him.
a hole in the ground causes her to slip, body falling forwards before kai catches her. fingers curled around her wrist while the other holds her steady by her waist, lingering. her eyes heavy and fluttering as she breathes deeply and lets him hold her there. through heavy, evaluating eyes, kai watches her and reaches up to his necklace, abruptly tearing it off. the soft clatter of the chin hitting the ground stirs her again.
from this angle, just below his chin, he almost looks human. he almost looks good.
but that thought was dangerous and he proved it.
his hands on her began to siphon almost like it was unintentional. pulling the magic that kept her alive from the depth of her soul and stealing the energy it provided. a breathless gasp escapes her as she tenses, already weakened from his previous siphoning. weakly grabbing at him, the feeling overwhelmed her and felt like death and euphoria all at once. like being high for the very first time. hands spanning up to grab at his shoulders, digging her nails right in. kai hisses and bites his lip through a devilish chuckle.
“you look terrible,” he says, “like you’re really falling apart and i barely did anything to you.”
she trembles as she leans forward to bare her teeth, “chasing me down and killing my coven wasn’t enough?”
“they wanted to merge with me instead of jo. that’s stupidity on their part.” kai’s laugh erupts, teeth white and pearly as his impossibly bright smile bordered on insanity.
slowly, the siphoning seizes and she falls into his chest, breathing heavily as exhaustion threatened to take over. though kai was far from finished.
“so,” she shakily asks, unable to pull herself off his chest as he held her there even when attempting to pull her arm from him, he tightens it again. “why don’t you kill me? fucking get it over with.”
“who said i wanted you dead?” he coos by her ear, teasing in his stupidly attractive tone despite it all, “i just needed you compliant.”
the syphoning only halts enough to make her jolt again, relief and confusion flooding her expression. he lets go of her wrist yet keeps his other arm around her waist, more strengthen in his grip than she’d assume he could wield. staring into her like he could read her mind, she hesitates.
if she uses magic now to stop him, he could just absorb it all over. her very being was magic since vampirism was the product of transcending the afterlife. plus it would have to be a lethal blow for it to work and that simply isn’t possible. it would have to be perfect, but she has no energy to exert now and the upper hand is his.
“compliant for what?” breathing out the words as his wicked smile only grew.
“you’re gonna be like a little power bank hmm? boosting my morale one pathetic stare at a time.” without thinking, she immediately writhed in his grip, pulling at his fingers that closed around her waist tighter. kai sighs dramatically. “jeez, can you relax?”
“no,” she seethes, staring up at him with daggers in her eyes, “you’ll have to kill me cause i’m not helping you, you fucking psychopath.”
he just smiles ear to ear, tilting his head to the side as if evaluating. “i prefer sociopath actually.”
suddenly, he shoves her hard against another tree again, coaxing a sharp oof from her. his hand moved to grip her hip tight, the other snaking up to grab her jaw, not hard but enough to know it was holding her there. something in his eyes almost looked human as he trailed them over her features. his thumb shifts, dragging down her bottom lip as she takes ragged breaths.
“damn, you’re really pretty.” smearing the spit over her chin as he shamelessly stares. finally, he looks backup to her eyes, softened by something she couldn’t place. he takes his hand off her hip and speaks quieter, almost eerily calm, “it’s weird. i have this feeling in my stomach like my heart is beating in it. ugh, i don’t like it.”
she blinks at him, entirely thrown off, “what?”
something sharp is pressed against her hip and she sucks in a sudden breath. kai continues, “it’s probably like that blood lust you vampires feel. ever since i saw you at the salvatore house, meddling with the bennett witch. poking your pretty nose in things that don’t concern you.”
gulping, she leans her head against the bark to create some distance. though, he follows.
kai leans in closer to her face, “i said,” leaving less than a couple inches apart, “it’s your fault. so fix it.”
“i can’t fix crazy,” she retorts, trying hard to push down the warmth simmering inside.
“it’s not that i blame you specifically little witch,” cooing in his cocky and horribly sultry tone, “it was your coven, trying to send me back to the prison world. but then you happened to fall into my hands.”
a slow creep of loss, tingles at the skin on her face. pulling energy just low enough to feel like exhaustion bordering sleeping. the low hum that pooled in her stomach grew as he pressed himself against her. she gasps softly at the feeling, back arching off the side of the tree trunk. though kai only pressed on harder, watching her through low eyes as he drops the knife in his hand on the ground.
breathing more ragged as he closes the distance, his eyes trailing over her bitten lips, “and who said i wanted you to fix me?”
he presses his lips to hers in a hurried frenzy. eyes wide as the plump flesh meets hers. the contrast of the dryness of her mouth, cotton-like from running in fear, to the warm wetness of his was debilitating like none other. he was enjoying all of this so intently. the chase and the catch, it was what he was after. kai pushes his tongue past her lips, coaxing another gasp out of her and utilizing it to shift his jaw. fighting hers just to push it flat down and lap past her lips like he’s trying to remind her that this was his dominance—and failing terribly.
the sick feeling subsides into something of deep, unfiltered desire.
with her arm free, she grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs, pulling his head back. he winces and laughs, pulling at her hair all the same.
“you’re not scared of me?” he asks.
“of you?” she laughs as her grip tightens in his hair, and he hisses, “a disowned, powerless man-child? i’m terrified.”
the colour drains his face at her sarcasm before he suddenly smiles. demeanour shifting again, he scoffs, “you probably should be. you know, they say things about me,” whispering low while he watches her.
despite herself, she leans into him. a dull ache taking form on her supple skin. but kai notices because he was the source. his corners of his mouth turn upwards and the devilish smile returns.
“you feel that?” he rasps.
the creep of heat blooms over her face and something warm demands attention between their closely knit bodies. one of her hands graze his side and his head turns to watch in evaluation. he watches as she slides her hand up his torso and settles on his chest. the buttons of his henley open and exposing his skin now.
her breathing slows and an impossible to ignore warmth pools low in your stomach. “what the fuck is happening?”
kai puts one of his hands over hers now and slides it down their bodies, settling near her lower stomach. hands pressed against one another as her breath hitches when their conjoined fingers put pressure on her aching core.
“syphoning is like an art you know? i can feel things from the sources i interact with. can amplify feelings by draining another,” lips pressed by her ear now.
her breathing gets even swallower. he continues.
“like distain for example. i can take that fiery energy and leave you with the rest,” murmuring lowly as leaves an impossibly soft kiss on her neck, “leave you with lust and desire.”
it felt like the ground was beginning to slip from her feet. she sighs delicately as he holds her between him and the tree and trails his lips up her face. she coos his name when she throws her head back, though he only grins.
she lifts her head to look at him, a heady look on her face as if drunk on him already. a small sound slips past her lips, “i need…”
“yes? you’ll have to speak up. what do you need?” he coos again.
gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter, “i don’t know.”
he’s about to say something, another snarky remark when she muffles it entirely, smushing her lips against his. for a moment kai freezes, having not believed that she’d truly do that. not really thinking that his syphoning could work in such a strong manner, he laughs into the kiss. his hands flex around nothing before he wraps them around her tightly, tugging her up further so her legs wrap around his waist. she gasps into his perfectly imperfect mouth and lets their skin touch voluntarily. one of his long hands snake down the front of her jeans and apply pressure until she’s wide eyed, though she doesn’t move and neither does he. kai moans into her mouth as she grinds against his hand. the soft chimes of wind swoosh past them as he holds her there against the tree and she impatiently continues moving against him.
“needy,” he murmurs, “it’s a good look on you.”
pulling him impossibly close, she snaps back, “shut up and touch me.”
he laughs but she’s having none of it, pulling back just to drag him by his hair again. kai groans and hisses as he siphons again, coaxing the same hiss from her. behind his eyes something glows and he fumbles with the button of her jeans.
“you want this?” almost surprised that she’d even consider anything with him.
without pulling away from him, she continues kissing down his neck, nodding and humming egregiously. nipping down his soft neck as he tilts his head for her and sighs dreamily. the sound reverberating from her lips down to her core in a way that felt heightened. as though she’d become part of the undead all over again, though she lets that thought go.
he chokes on his spit when he palms at him through his jeans.
“ah—shit,” failing to muffle his moan as he grinds back against her hand. “what’re you doing to me.” he states rather than asking.
“could ask you the same thing,” she moans in response, letting him free her from her jeans and pull them down her legs until it hung low by her feet. kicking them away as he watches.
he makes quick work of his own and with impossible strength she didn’t know he had, kai holds her there, pressed on the tree. the thought of his source of power should’ve occurred to her, but a defeating need had taken form. pushing his pants low and taking the turn to kiss down her neck, kai takes the opportunity again. the soft humming of the siphoning continues as he pulls from her unconsciously. subconsciously desperate for power that was not his own. but the feeling was desperately delicious and it heightened the feelings of pleasure he was creating. fingers dancing by the waistband of his boxers while he impatiently pulls and pulls until the fabric rips.
she gasps his name. “i liked those.”
“oh.” he pretends to care but fails miserably. “it was in my way.”
his smile evident in his tone as he kisses up her jaw. tilting her head back more unconsciously, he doesn’t miss a beat in his coaxing. meticulous fingers, sliding down between her thighs again. the cool metal of his rings making her breath hitch and simmer for moments that felt entirely longer than it really was. dragging the slick that pooled there, he laughs lowly and his eyes scan over her features once more.
“god, you’re pretty.”
before a response could formulate or the folds on her mind had decided what to think of implication of their exchange, he applies pressure. not hurriedly or demanding, but deliberate.
soft, barely there circles with thumb but the sound of her desperation was cooing him along. dropping his head to the crook of her neck, he hums and breathes her in as he presses his thick length against her thigh.
the heaviness taking her aback enough to open her eyes wide, only to find kai already staring. grin plastered over his face as he smiles wide enough for his dimples to carry a place there.
“could keep you like this forever,” admitting quietly to her as he drags his fingers back over her slit. “i might just do that since you’re going so willingly, hmm?”
without a beat, he pushes his fingers without restraint inside. her lips part in a silent gasp that he immediately closes the distance with. using the opportunity to push further inside until his knuckle brushed against her pelvis. she whines when he turns the kiss gentle and retreats his hand only to thrust back home again. taking her bottom lip between his teeth and biting hard. she opens her mouth wider for him and his amusement grows tenfold.
“so fucking easy,” he coos, “all i had to do was a little siphoning, a little theft of your anger and it all melted into lust didn’t it?”
the realization dawns on her as he pressed himself against her inner thigh harder though his fingers continued their movements. she bites down a moan and grabs at his shirt.
“w—what do you mean? so what you took some of my magic?”
kai smiles wider, plunging his fingers torturously slow but deep enough to make her head fall backwards against the trunk of the tree. all other thoughts seemingly disappearing even as he admits his deception.
he follows and his lips press to the shell of her ear enough to rasp, “no, i took your heightened emotions. you see, the funny thing about vampires, every part of you is magical. i just played with you long enough to figure that out.”
desperate for him to continue, her lip slips from between her teeth and a loud moan fills the air. her hand falls between them to grab at his length and pump it slowly. his eyes seem to glaze over as she guides him to her entrance and a sickening, hungry look brakes form.
“okay,” the word echoes mind. “you think i’ll back out now? do your worst parker.”
something in his eyes shift to horrific hunger that could have been enough for her to cower. but kai shifts his hips up to push the tip inside, prodding and killing resistance. she folds onto him instead of the tree and he loves it. before her mouth opens for another remark, he thrusts his hips forward, driving himself home like he belonged. the words die in her throat as a hearty moan rips through it. he hoists her up higher, pressing her further into the tree.
then the relentlessness took over and calm collection went out the window.
with heavy palms, he squeezes the plush of her ass and uses it as an anchor and a source. their skin flush and her chest pressed to his, kai grunts as he watches her eyes roll back in her skull.
“i always knew you’d be such a needy whore.” he chuckles, “i’m glad to see it in action pretty girl.”
the contrast of his words made her head spin. his praises and his degradation, soothing the other to create this balance in her mind that spurred her on. she would’ve protested, called him names back normally but everything melted into the pleasure he created. she leans towards him, lips aching to touch his again. to feel the warmth from him that could over a sweetest she needed badly.
but that would be too easy wouldn’t it?
that would be unlike kai to give something for nothing in return.
he watches her move closer and peels his head back a little to tsk. then he plunges back inside over and over enough for her head to spin and a whimper to escape past her lips.
“you need something princess?” practically glistening as sweat wicks his face, a thin layer from chasing and catching her. from having his way like he had been dreaming about.
she grips at his shoulders and digs her nails in enough to draw blood. the smell headier than anything she’d smelt before. with less restraint her lets her, and she presses her lips to his, more aggressive than before. more needy and demanding. all tongue and teeth that were sharp and ready to take.
she sinks her teeth into his lip and sucks the nectar she craved while his hips never stopped. she pulls back to trail her kisses down his neck, licking up the dribble of blood she’d drawn until she reaches the soft, fleshy part of his neck. the hunger takes over and she bares her teeth, already wet with his blood. she breaks the skin quickly and moans again this throat while her fingers curled into his hair. pulling and drawing while he desperately moans and opens his neck up for her more. the seconds blend into one another as his movements pick up. kai groans and sputters a broken laugh tag quickly turns into a soft whimper. she’s about to pull away but his hand lifts to grab the back of her nape and keep her close. “holy fuck i— don’t stop.”
her body floating like it was suspended in air and the sensations clouding all over judgement, she doesn’t let up. seemingly, kai doesn’t either, silencing siphoning from her so that he could have the same energy to continue.
his hips showed no slowing, thrusting up into her again and again. watching her breathe hitch as he reaches the depths and how her teeth release when he kisses her cervix. desperately saying his name like a call to prayer from the most damned.
it brings a smile to his face.
clenching around him like a vice, he seethes and hums. fucking into her deeper as his resolve completely crumbles and his ministrations became sloppier. the sound of skin against skin, obscene throughout the forest. his free hand moved against to run tight circles on her sensitive nub and she jolts in resistance. his hold tightens.
“kai,” she rasps out desperately. in understanding of her silent words, he nods and kisses her face uncharacteristically sweet.
“i know baby. let go. give me what i want.”
breath stuttering, he closes the distance of their warm mouths again. tongue slipping to tangle with hers as he plunged deeper and could barely hold himself back. she clenches around him and cries out, though he swallows it down before filling her throat with one of his own sounds of relief.
the feeling crashes over her as she finally lets go and her hands tighten around him enough that she knew it must’ve hurt. neither of them cared. kai chases his own high and prolongs her, lips still sloppily working against hers as she tries not to whimper but fails. he stutters at the feeling of her still clamping around him, and buries himself deep, painting her walls like his lewd canvas. the pulses hitting her depths as both of his hands move to hold her there. to pull her back into him for a few more swallow thrusts before sheathing himself fully inside to keep his spend there.
panting and shaking against him as he hums by her ear before kissing it. slowly sucking her earlobe and gently biting it, kneading it with his teeth. she hums in respond and lets her head fall onto his shoulder. hands moving to push her sweaty hair and watch her face glisten under the moonlight. though exhaustion had a heavy hand and its grip on her was tight now.
god, he thinks to himself. he’s never seen anything quite as magnificent as her in the prison world and he’s sure he’ll never see it after her.
“you’re truly gorgeous, you know that?” he pants out the words as he continues to kiss the side of her face.
she hums in response, “you keep saying that like it means something.”
lifting his head you grasp her chin, he watches a slow droplet of sweat fall from her jaw bone and he caves. letting his tongue slip and suck at her jawline before inhaling her scent. making another sound of blissful approval, her eyes shut and her head tilts for him to continue. the curve of his lips on her skin told her he was still scheming but she didn’t seem to care. she couldn’t seem to care about anything but him right now and though alarm bells had been ringing, she let them go.
“such a shame,” kissing her neck delicately and kneading the plush of her ass with his hands when one of them slip down.
“what’s a shame?” she mindlessly asks as she bites her lip when he bites tenderly at the skin.
kai huffs, “that i don’t quite trust you yet.”
she furrows her brows and pulls his head back by his hair to look at him. “you just fucked me and you don’t trust me?”
though he only blinks like it was enough. “so you’re saying you trust me?”
the moment hangs and she eventually sighs and shakes her head, letting her arms wrap around his his neck loosely. tender like lovers who didn’t just try to kill another.
“thought so,” humming while he still sheathed inside, ignoring their combined essence slowly making its way down her thighs.
pulling out with an obscene sound, the both of them shudder at the sudden change and kai pulls up her panties from her ankle. once he puts them back on her, he taps at her clothes core and she jolts. one of his hands kept her upright against him and the tree while the other ran soothing paths up her spine before dropping down to his torso. keeping her complaint and unsuspecting.
then he opens his mouth again and she feels the prick of something sharp against her neck. “but i’m not ready to let you go just yet babycakes.”
siphoning more than magic, taking more than just what normally could be used. kai’s mind filled with ideas of what to do with her and his ego inflated as he considered what these hybrid affects could have.
how power could be amplified.
the sharp decline of her high made a deflating sound leave her lungs as he pricked her with something. she didn’t have to ask him to know he’d dosed her with vervain, enough to slow her heart and knock her unconscious.
she rasps his name before consciousness slips and weakly grips at his collar only to be met with that same expression. the smug smile and the pearly whites, matching his stupidly attractive whiny voice. she knew it wasn’t over yet even when he shushed her weak protest and struggled to stay upright as her feet dangled over the forest ground. he just kept her there—compliant and silent.
“mhmm, sweet dreams, we’ll discuss what i’ll do with you in the morning yeah?”
though he poised it delicate and coaxing, as her eyes rolled back and her head slipped into his chest unable to hold it up on her own, she knew death was still on the table. only this time neither of them knew who would be the wielded of that fate and kai had so many plans to consider.
i’ve reposted this so many times, if it gets flagged again i’m gonna end my shit…
TWD!MEN would have a serious thing for anal I feel. especially with limited resources and no proper medical care, the last thing they need is another mouth to feed. so, the best solution? the back door.
he’d still be polite about it however, taking the time to play with your perfect pussy, drawing one, maybe two orgasms from you with calloused wingers after you’ve licked the dirt from them.
then, he’d plunge a wet finger into your puckered asshole when you’d least expect it, caught in the haze. carefully working you open with two, three fingers while he subtly grinds against your thigh, relieving some of the pain from their straining hard on against denim. he listens to your low moans become higher-pitched at the sensation, until they begin to get louder.
“shh, darlin’,” he’d whisper, “don’t want anyone to hear us now, huh?”
so you bite your lip, stifling soft gasps with quiet hums, and he’d praise you for it.
“good girl, perfect li’l slut for me, ain’t that right?”
your eyes flutter shut at the words, heat blooming in your core as you squirm beneath him.
he’d continue to loosen you up with his strong hand until he feels you’re ready for him, or until he can’t take it anymore.
he’d plant kisses on your cheek and jaw as he rolls you over onto your stomach, pushing his jeans down while gently pushing your legs apart to make room for him behind you. your back arches, eager to feel him inside of you even if it can’t be in your pussy. he’d let a glob of spit drop down onto your hole for good measure, lubing you up extra as he lines his angry cockhead up and firmly pushes in.
his hands can only do so much, and you still suck in a sharp gasp at the stretch of his dick. he wraps his other hand around your mouth, concealing your lewd sounds as he begins pistoning his hips in and out of you. he has to bite his own lip at the warm and tight feeling of you around him, free hand massaging circles into the muscle of your ass, contrasting with the subtle burn. your eyes roll back.
he grunts, “shit, you’re so fucking tight f’me,”
when he plunges deeper, you have to reach a helpless hand back to him, nudging his abs back in motion to slow down. but he only grabs you by the wrist and pins your small hand against your back, he knows you can take it.
he continues chasing his high, taut skin of his hips pounding against the fat of your ass as you drool against his palm, completely fucked-out.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum soon,” he warns.
in a swift motion, he removes his hand from your mouth and pushes your face into the mattress. he grips your hips firmly as he picks up the pace, railing you rough and deep as he chases his high. you sob into the old blankets beneath you, until finally, he pulls out of you, pumping his cock a few times with his tight fist until he spills out onto your back.
he tries his best to hide his deep growl as he watches his hot seed paint your tender skin, head lulling back from the pleasure until he lets go, softly grinding his balls against your still-wet cunt to ride out the rest of his high, twitching tip resting against your tailbone. only then can you collapse onto your stomach panting, exhausted while your legs shake beneath you.
cw: dubcon, heavy themes of religion/blasphemy, corruption, p in v, creampie, virgin!reader
summary: man’s first sin was giving into temptation, and my god, don’t you just look ripe for the taking.
his maw snapped around your throat before you had even spoken to him. canines, dangerously sharp, goring into your soft, unblemished flesh, tongue suckling the sweet nectar that he bled from your neck. his mouth watered, saliva pooling in his throat, frothing at his lips, at the thought of tasting something so forbidden, sinking his teeth into you, swallowing you whole.
his sense had gone. blinded by faith, he would later muse, despite never having had a truly religious bone in his body. it was a passive belief, one that seemed more fleeting with every day spent on the road evading the dead. it would have been snuffed out entirely if it hadn’t been for you.
you, a local farmer’s daughter, taken under herschel’s wing after your family had been torn apart by walkers. you, whose granddaddy was the town’s old priest, he learned, more devoted to your faith than the greene patriarch himself. you, who would barely look at the men of the group when they came poking around on the farm, too shy and skittish to give them a proper greeting like the rest of your people had.
he recognized the starved look in his men’s eyes. he knew it was only mirrored in his own. that unsatiated look of hunger glowing deep within the dark abyss of their pupils, the internal seething that came from not being able to gorge themselves full. you were tantalean, kept just out of reach, leaving them aching for just another glimpse to sate their appetites.
but you were off-limits – herschel made that clear from the get-go. it was one among the many; herschel had laid down a lot of rules when they first showed up, ultimatums wrapped in the guise of hospitality, dictating their stay on his farm.
now, rick was a respectful man, thought himself honorable through and through – but to ask him of that? to resist such temptation? he might have been a good man, maybe, but even the best succumb to sin eventually.
that’s what he told himself, anyway. that he was only a man. that the lecherous feel of that forked tongue brushing at his ear was only natural, the whispers of depravity as earthly as the winds that carried in the sky. that there was something reverent, something unequivocally holy, about the slide between your thighs, the warm spasm of your walls as he sullied your untouched cunt.
he grit his teeth at the feeling of his tip pushing past the leaking seam of your pussy, notching against the snug catch of your fluttering hole.
“that’s it… biiiig stretch,” he’d said, tongue prodding against his molars at the ‘pop’ he felt feeding his cock into you, little virgin cunt finally giving way. you cried, choked gasps punched out of you like he was splitting you apart. weak hands shot out to claw at his arms, teary-eyed sobs of ‘s’too much, too much’ falling pretty from your lips.
in hindsight, it probably would have been nicer of him to break you in on his fingers first. pry you open gently, get you soft and pliant before giving you the real thing – but it had been hard enough coaxing you into the barn in the first place, his placating, lulling words falling on deaf ears as blasphemous guilt tore you to shreds.
“rick, i— i don’t.. i’ve never done this before—“
but goddamn, did he try.
“that’s alright, sweetheart, i’ll show you how.”
“don’t be scared, baby. it’s natural… you feel that? see it? that just means you want it. and this..? s’means i want it too.”
“look, you won’t even have to do anything, yeah? perfect just like this.. so perfect for me, huh…”
“m’right here, honey. you’re alright… doin’ so good for me…”
working you onto his cock seemed like the only thing to do. righteous, in a way. batting away any hesitant, wavering murmur of ‘chastity’ or ‘marriage,’ of ‘purity’ and ‘propriety’ that lingered like syrup on your tongue with every slow rock of his hips. and it worked. all trepidations melted away from you, trickling from your ears with the slog of your brain, coagulating in the hollow of your throat.
your dress was rucked up under the swell of your breasts, his hand splayed wide over your tummy, pressing you flat to the haybale to hold you still as he rutted into you. he felt bad, looking down at the sorry pinch between your brows, the tears wetting your lashes as you winced at the sting, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop.
it was overwhelming, the feel of you wrapped around him. squeezed so impossibly tight, convulsing as you tried to contend with the brute force battering its way inside you. were you dragging him in? or were you pushing him out? did you even know?
you sobbed when he fully sheathed himself in you, cock twitching in tandem with the wet pulse of your cunt.
“fuuuck, there we go,” he breathed, grinding into you once you’d taken him to the root. it ripped a keen from your throat when he nudged the gummy flesh of your cervix, your nails digging into the wrist at the foreign feeling.
“shh, you’re alright, you’re fine,” he soothed half-heartedly, leaning up to look at where you were connected. god, you were just so full, weren’t you? little pussy stretched wide around him, skin pulled taut around the thick of his base.
he gave a mean thrust. watched the way your slick glistened on his cock as he left the warm clutch of your walls, felt the way you clenched around him at the feel of him sliding out, heard the filthy wet squelch when he snapped his hips back in.
your mewls fell on deaf ears, completely blind to your tears, to the jutting pout on your lips as you tried to make sense of the heat flushing through your body, the jittery, confusing pleasure you felt from something so forbidden.
no, he was focused on the thing curling around his head, constricting around his skull, squeezing until his ears popped. the open hinge of its jaw pressing into the tender flesh, fangs exposed, spitting venom into the deepest recesses of his brain. vile, unforgiving, sinful thoughts, spewing forth like vitriol.
he was ruining you.
he could see your whole world view shattering behind your eyes with every thrust of his cock. watched as you realized that everything you knew, everything you had based your life upon, was suddenly wrong. tipped upside-down. because of him.
his hands circled your waist to fuck you down on him, dragging you across the scratch of the hay to meet the fervent pace of his hips. and you let him. soft, buttery thighs curling into his sides, little fists knotting in the fabric of his sleeves. your head tipped back to let out a small moan.
“yeah, that’s right, honey,” he crooned, grinning as you clamped your eyes shut at the slick sound of his balls slapping against your ass. “feels good, doesn’t it? me fuckin’ this tight little pussy?”
you whined, pulling a hand back to smother your lips. you were overwhelmed, the heat of arousal singeing every neuron, burning every synapse, until your brain ran runny, pooling molten in your skull.
“yeah it does,” he hummed, answering for you when you didn’t reply. “best fuckin’ thing in the world.”
he knew he was fucked. he knew it the moment he stepped foot on the farm, the moment he laid eyes on you, tantalizingly ripe, all but dripping your saccharine nectar from where you stood.
herschel’s words meant nothing to him. the temptation was too great, too transcendental to pass up. he would glut himself on you, slake his thirst with the arousal that drooled from your cunt. it was some base instinct, some primal, human compulsion. he needed to sink his teeth into you. he needed to gorge himself full, to swallow you down, to lodge you in his throat.
his fingers dragged over the smooth slope of your stomach, brushed over your mons. he spread your lips, saliva pooling on his tongue at the mess he found there. you were wet, fucking gushing, around his cock.
he slipped his thumb over your clit and you yelped, thrashing in his hold as your twitching pussy clamped down on him. he could feel you tensing up, feel your knees pressing harder at his sides, your walls spasming every time he bullied his length back into you.
you peeled your eyes open, a confused whine settling in the back of your throat as your orgasm crept up on you. god, weren’t you sweet, looking up at him like that.
“s’alright, i got you.”
your lip trembled, a soft whimper drifted its way into the air, and you nodded. fuck, you trusted him. to lead the way, to guide you through this and keep you safe.
his hips stuttered, sent reeling from the gluttonous sludge of greed that surged through his veins, black tar oozing in place of blood, all pumping down to his cock. he twitched inside you, felt the pull of his own orgasm snaking down his spine.
he almost lost it when you mewled out his name, grabby little hands reaching down to tangle with his own. you didn’t know what you were doing, did you? fucked dumb for the very first time, eyes glassy, mind gone. his teeth buzzed at the sight.
god, he fucking ruined you, didn’t he? spread out underneath him, hay tangled in your hair, hands clasped with his on either side of your head. your thighs squeezed tight around his hips as he split you apart, stuffed you full, plugged you up. you were spoiled the second he plucked you away from them.
this was repugnant. this was disgusting and defiling and depraved. he took you into his dirty hands, unsullied and pristine, and mangled you onto his cock. pure and untouched, twisted about as he bullied into you. this was desecration—
“rick— rick, please?”
he shuddered, bowing his head to rest against yours. you gripped his hands tighter, moans spilling unabashedly from your lips as he fucked you through your peak. you clenched down around him, twitching and writhing at the slide of his cock as he battered into your poor cunt. he watched the tears trickling down the the sides of your face, settling wet in your damp hairline, and he came.
slammed into you, buried himself as deep as he could go. and you welcomed him. choked out a wet sob and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugged him close as he spilled inside of you.
he didn’t have it in him to push you away, to pull out and come on your belly, hope he moved fast enough for it to not take. he stayed, cock pulsing, spitting up more and more spend with every spasm of your sensitive pussy clamping down around him.
no — no, this was veneration. this was worship. pious and devout, drinking in the soft hymns that fell from your lips, laving in the golden ichor that gushed around his cock. only something divine could have created you, shaped you with their godly hands, the very image of perfection.
you were his object of ruination. put in his path to test his resolve, and fuck, if he didn’t fail. his pride, his greed, voracious and destructive in the face of something so sweet, so delectable.
it was his sin to bear, but he dragged you down with him. left you marked with his crimes, all but scrawled your name on the gates of hell, right beside his.
he cooed when you mewled at him shifting inside of you, twitching as he slid himself out of the warm clutch of your pussy. would’ve died right there, on the spot, watching your poor, abused hole clench down around nothing, his cum dribbling out with every pulse, spilling down the cleft of your ass.
purgatory could wait, he figured. he wasn’t going to let you die any time soon, and he wasn’t going anywhere either.
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Rick and Shane (who’s definitely not crazy and survived this time) who have a little young thing they share from time to time.You stumbled upon their group sometime.You were dirty and starving but nevertheless were tough and not trustworthy of the people who took you in.
It took a long while to open up to the rest of the group, some days you were just the same as the first day you came into their lives, just somewhat cleaner.
Shane as fucked as ever thought you were just the sweetest thing that he’s seen in a while only thing he’d say ‘bout you is “damn thing sure do gotta mouth on her.” He didn’t mind it when you snapped on him cause that just have him ammo for his spank bank later. Thinking of all the gross and perverted ways he would’ve punished you (if only you’d let him get in your pants.)
In Rick’s eyes however you could do not wrong, just a girl wronged by the world. Nevermind the constant challenging of his character and leadership on purpose to make him seem incompetent. He just sees a little girl in need of an attitude adjustment.
one day, maybe Shane was having a bad day or Rick, perhaps both. But you say one wrong thing, step just out side the line of doing too much in front of both of them. Shane clocks that eyebrow and Rick gives you a pointed look. Then they look at each other and Shane smiles he’s the first one to speak;
“now I might just be getting old but I think my hearing gone out brother, cause there ain’t no way you talkin’ to us like that. Are ya’ sweetie?” His tone is sweet and condescending with just a hint of sadism. Shane’s eyes go wide and his tongue drags over his teeth. He goes to step forward and you in your oh-so-confident stature stumble back, just a little but enough for them to notice.
Rick presses a hand against Shane’s chest and gives you a soft smile but the ruthlessness in his eyes tells a different story. “Now wait just a second,” your attention snaps from Shane to Rick hoping you’ll be able to slide past just like every other time. “Before you do anything rash I wanna ask my girl something.” Your stomach flips at that phrase. My girl, a small but noticeable sign of possession and acknowledgment.
They circle around you and back you up to sit down. Shane’s behind you, his rough calloused hands on your shoulders squeezing ever so slightly, not harsh just a reminder he’s there. Rick squats down in front of you and your eyes narrow to the floor right down to his feet. They make you feel small like a petulant child.
Rick grabs your chin and makes you look deep into his eyes, he clocks his head to the side. “Wanna tell me why you are being so rude to me and Mr. Walsh?” Ugh, you hated that whenever they wanted to remind you of your place on the totem pole they would correct you when you called them by their names. “It’s Mr. Grimes to you.” “That ain’t my name to you missy and you know it.” And the way they are trying to reprimand you is making it harder to resist the growing attraction towards them.
Shane snorts making your eyebrows fall in and Ricks attention go on him. Shane snakes his hand from your shoulder to your throat and makes you look up at him. “Rude?” He moves his hand to meet your cheeks and squeezes your lips together. “More like she was acting like a little brat.” You roll your eyes and his lips snarls and he gives you a small pop on the cheek. Not hard enough to mean anything but enough to where you feel the sting and the promise along with it.
Rick coos and rubs your cheek,but what he says next rubs you to the core.
“Well if that’s true, bad girls need some help being good.”
content: 18+ [SMUT WARNING!!!], technically cheating (lori's chill w it tho), pet names like doll and darlin', car sexxxx, lotsss of yearning/very slow burn, alcohol consumption (don't drink and drive yall), implied age gap, protective daryl !!
a/n: hopefully this makes up for no joel fic this week lolol,,,this got a little outta hand. thank you for @kitty-grimes for beta reading this and getting me obsessed w/ rick even more than i alr was lmaoooo
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A cool breeze bit through the summer heat, nipping at your arms. The sun was relentless. Sweat dripped down your forehead, your neck, arms—anywhere the sun could reach its rays.
Some of the group had gone out for supplies. Only a few of you were left to guard the camp now, promises of food, water, and medicine kept you hopeful while you drowned in the humidity. Sifting through the heat, you hoped Glenn remembered your request for sunscreen—your shoulders already began to peel and blister—a near hyperthermic sluggishness to your movements.
Even if he didn’t, as long as everyone came back safe, you would’ve been content with whatever they brought home.
Home.
It was funny you thought of it like that.
With the people you stayed around, there never was just one place to call home. Shane, the group’s self-proclaimed leader, kept the team wandering, always on the move. It was the only way of survival now, but it never stopped feeling like you lost a piece of yourself at each stop. The days blurred together, exhaustion wore thin as supplies dwindled and the trek just kept getting longer.
When the end of the world had struck, your mind went blank. Nothing had ever prepared you for this moment, there was no rulebook to follow. If you couldn’t figure this out on your own, there was only one thing you knew you could do: Find a group.
Stuck in piled up traffic along the highway, you became friends with the nearby drivers, striking up conversation when things started to sound more serious than just a car wreck. Carol and Lori were the first two by your side, idly chatting about what could’ve caused this traffic. Then, when things got more serious—drivers started attacking each other, gunshots in the distance—you all agreed to stick together.
Shane came along with Lori, practically inseparable with how protective he was of her and Carl. He was possessive, not only when it came to his family, but the group as well. Although no one outright said it, Shane was what you all needed to get through this. It always felt like he knew more than he gave off though—that he had secrets he’d never let go—but he was Lori’s husband and you didn’t want to overstep.
Or at least you thought he was.
A few weeks into forming a real group—one supported by vehicles, supplies, and a real chance at survival—Lori had mentioned her actual husband.
“He was a real good father– husband too.” She turned her head to look around then, “Always looked out for me and Carl. I’m sure he would know what to do right now…”
The confession had taken you by surprise. It was one of the few times you had truly been alone with Lori—no Carl, Shane, or Carol listening in. It was a brief encounter, one entirely by chance, but it stuck with you for a while.
You had gone out in the middle of the night for a breath of fresh air. It was a full moon that night and you hoped the clouds parted just enough to let you catch a glimpse. When you peeked through the opening of your tent though, you saw a figure, hunched over and quivering over the smothered campfire.
Pulling a knife from the back pocket of your jeans, you planted quiet, careful steps towards the logs. Blade held at your side, nervously anticipating your next move, you quickly realized that this wasn’t a walker, nor was it a raider—it was Lori, crying in the dark.
That night you got closer to Lori than you had ever been with anyone since the outbreak. She wept to you about her late husband, how he was in a coma when the world turned to shit. How Shane—her saviour—went back for him, but was too late.
You couldn’t imagine the pain she was going through—the pain she had to mask for the sake of her son. She had clearly leaned heavily on Shane, even before everything, he was her rock. The two were so close that you thought they had been together for far longer than this. They just seemed so in love.
From then on, you watched the dynamic closely. How Carl slowly attached himself to Shane and how Lori lovingly watched from afar. Even in the mess of everything, they still managed to pick back up the pieces of their shattered family. It was something you admired, how she could look past her grief to make a better life for her son—for herself.
That hot, summer day was no different.
Most of the group idled around, waiting for the results of the supply run as if it were any other day. Carl and Shane were out by the lake, catching fish. Lori and Carol bathed in the shade, hunched over the wash bin. Dale was taking watch up on the RV, looking for the rest of the group who was supposed to be back long before now.
“Merle said he was gon’ be back here before sunset ‘n by the looks of it, the sun is fuckin’ settin’.”
Daryl was growing restless now, driving the rest of the group mad while his brother was out on a run. He was pacing back and forth in front of you, his hand clawing at his scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair.
“You know what can happen on these runs,” you said, leaned back against the RV, your arms crossed. “They probably just had to take another way home. Glenn’s good with directions, I’m sure they’ll be back soon.”
To be honest, you weren’t sure of anything, but if it got the younger Dixon to stop pestering you, then a little white lie couldn't hurt.
“Y’ain’t sure of shit!” He yelled, throwing a punch at the old, rusted metal of the motorhome.
“Don’t dent my RV!” Dale shouted from above. “I better not see a scratch on her when I get down there!”
Rolling his eyes, Daryl took a few steps back to get a good look at the man posted on the roof. Laid back in his lawn chair, Dale had a gun sprawled in his lap, binoculars pointed right down at you two.
“This old thing? S’got more scratches than I can count.”
“How many is that—ten?” you quipped, a sly smile creeping on your face.
Daryl sneered, his footsteps clouding up dust until he was right in your face. “I ain’t messin’ ‘round right now, little princess.” He spat, so close you could smell his breath. “You’re sittin’ around while my brother s’out there takin’ care of the useless group y’all sent out with him.”
“Useless?” Standing up now, you shoved Daryl’s chest, sending him stumbling back a couple feet. “You should be grateful we even took your-”
“Quit arguing, you two!” Dale hissed. “I see a truck coming up the hill.”
Grumbling, Daryl pulled his bow from around his shoulders, getting himself into a good position.
“You better hope this s’my brother.”
Shoving him further behind the RV, you pulled out your gun. “Or what, Daryl?”
The soft gnashing of gravel grew closer, a faint scent of gasoline filling your senses. Through the clearing, you could see a box van coming up the mountain. It looked harmless so far, no raiders peeking out the windows with guns, waiting to rob your camp. Pulling to a stop just shy of the RV, you could see through the windshield—it was Glenn in the driver's seat.
A crowd started to form as the other members of the groups noticed the arrival. Everyone was cautious when the stranger tumbled out of the truck, people were almost worse than walkers nowadays.
Shane was quick to make his way to the front, especially when he noticed the familiar face next to Glenn. He looked astonished, pale almost, at the sight of the officer.
“Rick?”
Whipping your head back, Lori clutched onto her son, quivering in fear like she was seeing a ghost. To her, she really was. You had only heard that name once from Lori’s lips—that night you comforted her outside of the camp—it was the name of her supposedly deceased husband. But here he was, alive and breathing, spinning Carl around in his arms.
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Rick had become an integral part of the group, almost succeeding Shane in his leadership position. Things were taking a turn for the better, having two strong minds working together instead of Shane’s impulsive drive leading the group to disaster.
Although Carl was grateful to have his father back, things between him and Shane didn’t falter. Things with Lori, however, took a drastic turn. Like night and day, her feelings for Shane seemed to fade.
Following her husband into the tent that first night, she never looked back, but you could tell the pain it caused her—the agony it caused Shane.
Unknowingly, you became trapped in the triangle too.
Never would you have done it on purpose, but the longer Rick weaved his way into the group, the more your feelings grew for him. It started off slight, his looks catching you off guard the moment you saw him. He was attractive, a thought that hadn’t crossed your mind about any man since the world went to shit.
But the moment you realized he wasn’t yours for the taking—and never would be—you rid that thought from your mind.
Then you saw Lori with Shane again.
They seemed to be arguing at first, Lori’s hands up in the air until they curled into his hair, tugging at the roots. Then, Shane pulled her in by the waist, slamming his lips onto hers. For a moment, she went stiff, debating the consequences of her actions until she went limp, falling into his touch.
You stopped looking after that. Anything more and it would have felt like an obligation to tell Rick though you had barely known him. He just looked so happy to find his family again—god knows how long he was searching, the things he had done to get here.
From that moment on, you began to unknowingly attach yourself to the man. Whether it was pity, some sort of guilt, or a hidden attraction—you’d never know—but something had you and the officer tied to the hip. You tagged behind him on supply runs and perimeter checks, helped out with chores—basically became his second shadow.
He obviously took notice, so did the others in the group, but just like with Shane and Lori, they kept their lips sealed. Everyone knew better than to press, had more important things to focus on than a messy love triangle. It’d all blow over eventually.
You found yourself with Rick and Daryl, doing a perimeter check of the farm. The entire group was still very wary of the new location, but with a working agreement between Hershel and Rick, tensions seemed to be lessening.
“Ya keep walkin’ so close t’tha fence ‘n yer gon’ get zapped.” Daryl said teasingly, his boots dragging in the dirt.
“Maybe I’ll take you down with me,” you quipped.
Things between you and Daryl wouldn’t seem to have changed just listening in, but the way you spoke to each other now was softer—more joking rather than harsh jabs. It took a while, and a lot of convincing from Carol, but you finally came around to him.
Rick chuckled, shaking his head as he marked another weak spot onto his map.
“If Carl ever had a sister,” Rick turned his head to look at you, “I imagine this s’exactly what it’d be like, you two argue like children.”
“Yet you still bring us with you.” Scrunching your nose, you took the map from Rick’s hands. “Maybe if you gave us something interesting to do we wouldn’t have time to argue.”
“Alright then,” Rick took a moment before speaking, like he suddenly regretted saying anything in the first place. “Come with me on a run tomorrow. Goin’ to check out the next town over. S’that interestin’ enough for ya?”
You expected Daryl to chime in, complain about how he wasn’t invited or how he ‘didn’t even wanna come anyway.’ That never came though and the three of you just sat in a passing silence. The two men shared some sort of knowing glance, awaiting your response.
“Yeah.” Shrugging, you looked back at Daryl. “Yeah, I don’t see why not. Are you not coming, Daryl?”
He opened his mouth to say something, eyes nervously flicking to Rick before he stuttered out, “N-nah, I’m busy t’morrow.”
“Busy, got it.” You laughed, unconvinced. “Sounds fun.”
The rest of the search fell in a deep silence that you couldn’t seem to wade out of. Drowning in the tension, you waited for it to flood over and find a moment to breathe before you thought too hard about it.
Both men were painfully silent, sharing secret glances like they were having a whole conversation with just their eyes. It made you feel small, suddenly self-conscious around these people you had spent every day around.
When you got back to camp, you were quick to part from them, ready to shed the uncomfortability that grew on your skin. Before you could get back to your tent though, a familiar voice called out your name.
“Tomorrow morning, remember?” Rick called out from across camp.
A few heads turned at the interaction, including an inquisitive Lori whose eyes flicked between the two of you, and the moment felt unnecessarily vulnerable—like this was something you were caught doing.
Nodding your head, you flashed a thumbs up before dipping into your tent for the rest of the night.
You didn’t know why things felt so tense all of the sudden. You and Rick had never been alone like this before. Daryl or Glenn typically tagged along, keeping you company as you babbled along, allowing Rick to complete the task at hand. It was always through the playful banter of your groupmates that you spoke to Rick—just teasing jokes and mindless chatter about the weather.
Everyone in the camp—except you—noticed the way you looked at Rick. How each time he turned a corner, a smile appeared on your face and your back would straighten just to get that much closer to him. It was all subtle, just your body trying to get your brain to catch up on how badly you had fallen for the man. That idea was strictly forbidden though—not even something that crossed your mind in the slightest. He was Lori's husband.
Though, you had noticed them sleeping in separate tents lately. During the day, they played up the role of a happy couple, but at night they were nowhere near each other, and occasionally, you’d hear Lori slip off with Shane deep into the night.
You liked to think that Rick could see through them. That he was smarter than his heart would let him and realize what was going on between his wife and best friend. If he did know, he did a damn good job at pretending not to care.
Unbeknownst to you, Rick did know—and he didn’t care.
Blindly enamoured with his wife, Rick did anything in his power to find his family when he first woke up in that hospital. Stumbling upon this group was unknowingly the worst thing to ever happen to him as the weeks unfolded. A prickling feeling that something was just out of reach followed him everywhere. Some deep sense of dread followed him for days until he finally saw it.
Shane and Lori—his best friend and his wife—holding hands beneath a tree, having some sort of serious conversation. He wanted to wait and watch, find some more incriminating evidence than just hand holding, but he felt sick to his stomach at just the thought. Resentment was quick to grow towards the both of them, a rekindling of feelings inadvertently growing towards someone else.
In his time at the camp, Rick found himself gravitating towards you. Unlike the others, you didn’t seem to get caught up in all the fighting, choosing to keep close to Daryl and Carol. You were always a fresh breeze after a long day of putting up a front with Lori, saving face for Carl’s sake, and secretly wishing he was with you the entire time.
A large part of him felt guilty for his feelings. He tried his best to push them away and ignore them until he just couldn’t anymore. That was when he started assigning you to the same tasks as him, but always with another person to accompany you. It just didn’t feel right to him, the way he wanted to look at you, the things he wanted to say—to confess.
It was all too much for him that he’d bring Daryl along almost as a chaperone. He wasn’t too scared to talk to you—like Rick was—and could coax an easy laugh from your lips. The sound was heavenly to him, bathing in your voice as he walked around doing different chores, the time flew by with you chatting behind him.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of your relationship with Daryl. The two of you had gotten close so quickly after being sworn enemies that he wished he could make conversation just as easy.
Of course he talked to you—always so interested in what he had to say—but that was the problem. You’d look up at him with those eyes, arms across your chest and your head tilted with a soft pout. He just couldn’t keep himself together when you looked at him like that.
And he knew it was wrong. He was married—still had the ring around his finger to prove it. So why did he invite you on a run tomorrow?
When Daryl pulled him aside after he had called out for you at camp, he still couldn’t answer that question.
“The hell y’doin’?” He said roughly, dragging Rick away from the crowd—away from the timorous eyes of Lori. “Thought we weren’t doin’ this?”
“Doin’ what?” Rick said dumbly.
His eyes flicked back over to his wife for a moment and a feeling of guilt panged his chest.
“You know exactly what—you’re married.” Daryl was seething, words barely audible with how he gritted his teeth.
He was never one to press someone's morals, but this was Rick, the one person he knew to be noble and loyal. Without Rick to stand behind, he would have no one—the group would have no one—it’d only be a matter of time for things to crumble if he didn’t keep his head straight on his shoulders.
“We’re goin’ out for a run.” Rick crossed his arms, ready to walk away from the conversation. “S’not like we’re gettin’ eloped.”
“Bet you’d love that.”
“Well the plan’s already been made, so there’s no goin’ back.” Fumbling out a poor excuse, Rick stalked back towards the camp, catching a brief glimpse of Lori’s face before heading into his tent.
It was hard to gauge what she thought, nothing in her gaze besides a silent, defeated observation. Some part of Rick told himself that she deserved it after lying to him for so long, but another part of him—the part he liked to think was the real him—was disgusted he could brush off his wife’s emotions so easily.
Rick tossed and turned through the night. When the sun finally rose, he wasted no time unzipping his tent. Though his lids were still heavy, his body exhausted, a rapid, thrumming heartbeat thrashed in his chest.
He really did need to go on this run, but was it too late to just go by himself? Maybe you’d wake up, grateful he had gone and left you the day to relax.
The longer he stalled, the more he was starting to think Daryl was right.
He was married. So what was he doing going out alone with the only woman who made his heart race and his cheeks flush—a woman who wasn’t his wife.
Biting the skin on his fingers, Rick tore his knuckles raw, the skin puffy and bleeding. He was so caught up in his own mind, that he didn’t notice you had already woken up.
“You ready?” Beaming up at him with a warm mug in your hands, your breath frosted a little in the chill morning air.
It was barely light outside, no sight of the sun peeked above the horizon just yet. The rest of the group were tucked away in their tents, chasing warmth in their sleeping bags. That left just you and Rick alone in the middle of camp.
Suddenly his mouth felt dry, his throat closing in on itself.
Just one offhanded comment about going for a run and you were up bright and early with a smile on your face just for him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it—how happy you seemed to be here with him. There were none of those fake eye rolls or witty jokes you threw at Daryl. This was a side of you he rarely saw, a slightly less bubbly, but softer side. He felt special getting to see you like this, wanted to reserve this view for himself and no one else.
A quiet yawn left your lips and curled into a lazy grin. Tiredly, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, looking to Rick for the next direction.
His lips parted, tongue jutting out to wet them—anything to get another moment of you like this. “Yeah, truck’s all warmed up. You got everythin’?”
“Mhmm,” Motioning to the bag slung over your shoulder, you nodded sleepily. “Gun, knife, water, and some food. I even brought a surprise in case the ride gets too boring.”
Rick couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. “A surprise, huh? Might have to drive extra slow then.”
Starting towards the truck, the engine rumbled gently, the lights flicked off to not wake the rest of the camp. It was nice just being able to talk with Rick for once. Your time together always felt sort of disconnected, or maybe it was just the boundary you had put up for yourself to not get too attached.
Rick's arm reached around you, pulling open the passenger door. His fingertips ever so slightly grazed your back, guiding you in the cab, stalling for a moment too long before shutting the door.
While he rounded the truck, the pieces of the puzzle—the one you had been trying to fit together ever since he invited you out here—started to fall into place.
You couldn’t sit still. Now that he had touched your skin, it felt like you were on fire. Since you met, you had always thought your feelings towards Rick were purely physical. That the presence of a man this attractive was uncommon nowadays and the way your mind wandered was just a product of that.
The guilt seeped in, making you want to hop out of the truck and crawl back in your tent like none of this had ever happened. The way he spoke to you—his words finally meant for just you, his eyes focused on yours—made your body electric, practically buzzing in your seat.
This was no small crush like you had thought. Over these past few months, you were falling in love with Rick Grimes—the husband of one of your closest friends.
You had thought it was just a coincidence that you and Lori had grown apart when Rick arrived. Figured she was preoccupied with the shock and patching things up with Shane. But maybe, just maybe, she saw what you couldn't see.
Maybe Lori saw the way you looked at Rick like he hung the moon. The way you followed him around like a dog, obedient to his every word. What really had Lori’s eyes following you two that day though, was the way Rick looked. She knew that look anywhere because it was the same look he used to give to her.
That sappy, lovesick look that used to be solely reserved for her was now directed towards another woman—and Lori couldn't help but feel relieved? She was at a crossroads, having to take her place beside her husband, knowing her heart truly resided with Shane. It was a choice she didn’t want to admit was difficult to make, but seeing that maybe her husband felt the same gave her some hope.
Rick hadn’t lied when he said the ride would be slow. It started out with him telling you to get some rest and to ‘save up some of that energy for the interesting part.’ Little did you know, he just wanted to get a good look at you, up close, without anyone else watching, and not be too nervous to look you in the eye.
When you had finally dozed off, he brushed the loose hair from your face, watching the way your lips pouted out and the soft snores that left them. He drove extra slow as promised, but not for anything other than to make sure you didn’t wake up. Avoiding any potholes or branches in the road, he opted for the smoothest route possible.
He never would’ve admitted it to his face, but Daryl was right. The longer he was alone with you, the more his mind spiraled. Guilt was eating him alive even though he hadn’t done anything. The simple fact that he felt something was enough to crush him. The weight of his feelings were enough to drag him into a pit for the rest of the drive until you woke up.
Groaning, you squinted your eyes to adjust to the sun now peeking in through the glass. The truck seat was more comfortable than any place you had slept in months and the rhythmic rumbling of the tires was enough to lull you to sleep. A yawn escaped your lips, absentmindedly flipping in your spot until your gaze fell on Rick in the driver’s seat.
“Good mornin’, sunshine,” he rasped, eyes focused on the road.
“Shit,” you cursed, sitting up in your seat. “I didn’t mean to sleep that long. We almost there?”
“Told ya to get some rest, y’know I don’t mind.” Rick said, flashing you a smile. “Town should be right up ahead—right on schedule.”
Abandoned cars littered the roads and Rick tried his best to maneuver around them, but when he got to a certain cluster, there was no way out. You didn’t say anything, wanting to let him concentrate. A frustrated grumble left his lips, head peeking over his shoulder as he started to reverse.
“M’leavin’ the car here, there’s no way ‘round.” Slamming his palm onto the wheel, he set the truck into park. “I can see buildings right through the clearing. It should be close enough to bring stuff back.”
Nodding, you followed Rick’s lead. The sun was up now, just barely peeking through the clouds to pick up the morning dew that tickled your ankles. You both walked a few feet from each other, eyes focused on the couple of buildings ahead.
The walk was quieter than you had expected. You wanted to throw in some joke, one of those witty remarks that always came so easy when Daryl was around. Things felt so fragile now that you were alone, like all the things simmering just below the surface were starting to rise and the both of you could feel it bubbling over.
“I’ve been uh.” You stared at the ground, kicking a stone ahead of you and repeating the process all over again a couple feet ahead. “I’ve been talking to the Greenes a little more since we got here. They’re really nice people, especially Maggie—looks like her and Gleen have been hitting it off too.”
That last part made the both of you chuckle, the entire group letting Glenn awkwardly shuffle his way over to Maggie each day, trying to make a good impression. It was a noble attempt and Maggie seemed just as into him to relay the nervousness right back his way.
Rick laughed, running a hand over his jaw. “I remember bein’ like that—makes me miss bein’ young.” He said, his feelings more recent than he was admitting to.
In all honesty, Rick did miss being that young, nostalgic over the freedom he once had. Maybe if he was a little younger he wouldn’t feel the guilt that tore him apart each time he looked at you. If he was younger then maybe he would feel like he had a sliver of a chance with you.
“You’re not that old,” you giggled.
“Thanks,” he laughed dryly. “Sounded real convincin’.”
Rick looked over to you, not expecting you to be looking right back. He sucked in a sharp breath. Time felt frozen, like he was stuck here, body paralyzed by the force of you.
“I mean it,” you said, a little more serious this time. “I know the world has gone to shit, but we have the whole world to make something of ourselves, to do whatever we want.”
He smiled to himself.
‘We’
The way you spoke like you were a unit, two pieces of the same puzzle. He knew you probably didn’t mean it that way, but his heart couldn’t help but hope that somewhere deep down you maybe felt the same.
When he didn’t answer, you took it upon yourself to fill the gap. “The world clearly favors you, Rick.” Your tone started off more lighthearted, but shifted into something more serious, weighing down the air just slightly. “After everything you still made it back to your family, your best friend, still alive. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, but you’re handling it a hell of a lot better than the rest of us.”
“You’ve got to,” he words were rushed, intense, with a fierce gaze that locked your eyes. “The only way Carl stays strong is if I’m strong for him.”
You noticed how he only mentioned Carl. Trying not to think too deep into it, you glanced over to the town right ahead of you now. There were a few walkers that roamed the streets and with how rummaged through the entire town looked, the risks seemed to outweigh any possible benefits.
“Just don’t wear yourself out.” Turning back to Rick, you gave him one last small smile before pulling a weapon from your bag. “Let people help you every once in a while.”
“I brought you here with me, didn’t I?”
That statement felt more charged than he probably meant it. A heat flushed your cheeks and you refocused back on the threat ahead of you.
“Let’s get in there then.”
The crowd ended up being more than you could handle. What just seemed like a few walkers aimlessly roaming in the streets ended up being a whole horde. Even just the sound of your knives and heavy panting drew a flood of undead from out the alleyways. They seemed to be coming from every direction, crawling out of abandoned cars, old buildings and shops. There was no escape, having to result in your guns, you hoped that some nearby group would hear and come to help. As unlikely as that was, it seemed even more unlikely that you both were making it out of here alive.
Pulling the trigger, the empty chamber rang out in the air. Panic filled your body and you reached into your empty pocket as a last resort.
“Rick!” you yelled out into the crowd.
No answer.
Ducking past a few reaching limbs, you weaved through the crowd trying to find Rick. Heartbeat thrumming in your ears, the monotonous groaning was drowned out and your vision blurred at the edges.
Everything was blurry the longer the adrenaline coursed through your veins. It was a strong, heavy, and unwelcoming feeling that made you disoriented and wobbly. You hadn’t realized you lost Rick, let alone where. Now that you were separated, you had no way into the truck, no way home, and no way out of here alive.
There were no more gunshots ringing out and the mass of walkers drowned out any sounds Rick could make to call out for you. It felt hopeless and for a moment you just wanted to accept that you would die here. Your feet couldn’t carry you for much longer and even if you could outrun the crowd, where were you to go after that?
Then, an arm curled around your waist, pulling you away from the store you were about to hide in and carried you back towards the crowd. You didn’t think, just acted as you tried to claw the fingers from around your hips. Thrashing, you fought the body dragging you closer to the danger, thinking you were surely done for.
“Quit it.” A voice, low and rough, hissed out. “It’s jus’ me. I’m gettin’ us the hell outta here.”
Your brain slowly started to catch up, allowing your feet to drop to the ground and run alongside Rick rather than have him drag you along. He blew through the crowd, using a combination of his knife and the barrel of his gun to strike down the crowd. Trying to help out where you could, you took down a few walkers, fishing through the back pocket of Rick’s denim when you saw the truck in the distance.
“Here!” Running up beside him, you made a quick exchange of the keys and his gun, slipping the weapon into your bag.
It felt like your lungs were on fire and your heart would just pop out of your chest if you didn’t stop, but it was too close to give up. Reaching the vehicle, you tossed open the door, throwing yourself inside before locking the door shut.
The two of you sat in a heavy silence, letting the fastest of the walkers bang on the glass while the rest staggered behind. Your chests heaved, slumped in your respective seats, trying to comprehend how this all went so terribly.
Then, as the crowd started to thicken, Rick put the truck in reverse, ignoring all the thumps beneath the tires. Leaving the road, he merged onto the empty highway, biting the skin on his fingers.
Never had a run turn so quickly on him and of course it happened to be the one time you were with him—the time he was supposed to keep you safe. The crowd has just appeared out of nowhere without any shot being fired, there was almost nothing you two could've done differently.
“M’sorry,” Rick whispered finally. “I should’ve never brought you out here. It was dangerous ‘n I shouldn't be puttin’ your life at risk like that.”
His voice was low and even, almost monotonous. He was clearly scolding himself. After everything with Carl, Rick had been a lot more harsh on himself—questioning whether he could lead this group like everyone thought he could—only to drag you straight into danger.
And for what—a moment alone with you?
Shaking your head, you propped your legs up on the dash. “Are you kidding me? I asked for something interesting and you delivered. I haven’t felt this alive in months.”
“Yeah?” Rick quirked a brow in your direction. “M’glad you had fun. I feel like I’m ‘boutta drop dead from a heart attack.”
You laughed. A real, belly laugh. One that Rick had always heard, but never been on the receiving end of—at least not as often as he’d liked to.
“Well,” a sly smirk curled your lips, arms digging in the bottom of your bag, “if that didn’t take too much out of you…” Pulling out a sealed mason jar from the pack, you held it next to your head. “Here’s that surprise I was talking about.”
Rick flicked his attention from the road for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
“Which would be…?”
“Some moonshine I stole from that bastard Merle after you left his sorry ass up on that roof.”
He cringed at the memory.
As much as Daryl had claimed to have forgotten about it, the thought of leaving that man—as terrible as he was—up on that roof, haunted Rick almost every night. Though you clearly didn’t seem to mind, almost relieved the older Dixon was gone.
“And what’re we doin’ with that?” Laughing, he couldn’t believe the idea you were proposing—nevertheless with him.
“Drinking it, duh.”
He had never seen you anything more than tipsily chatting with Daryl over the fire. Now here you were, proposing he get drunk with you. Not only did the idea seem dangerous, out here just a few miles away from a marauding horde of walkers, but he wasn’t sure he could trust himself around you. He was a grown man, could surely control his body, but his mind was different—the things he might blurt out.
“C’mon,” you whined when he only bit his lip, staring out onto the road. “We have nothing but ourselves and this truck to look after. No one is expecting us until later tonight, might as well use up the day to its full potential.”
This was a bad idea.
The temptation Rick felt told him how much he probably shouldn't have been doing this. If it were anyone else he’d immediately object, probably even confiscate the bottle, but this was you. Looking at him so eagerly, he couldn’t find it within himself to say no. He loved that yearning look in your eyes, the one that told him you really did want to be spending your time with him.
Wordlessly, he pulled the truck onto the side of the road.
“A few sips—but that’s all. I mean it.”
Already unscrewing the lid, you flicked it back at him, letting the metal hit his shoulder. Lifting the glass to your lips, your face soured, the smell immediately filling your senses. It was strong, pungent, and although it had been years since your last hangover, the feeling hit you like a truck.
“God,” you cringed, pulling your head back, “this smells awful. First sip is all yours.”
Shaking his head, Rick ushered the jar back towards you. “Ladies first. This was your idea after all.”
He seemed more relaxed than earlier. His shoulders were more slack, his body leaning into the cushions with the belt unstrapped from his shoulders now. There was a soft mechanic rustling as he pushed the seat further back, stretching his legs, watching you fuss over the drink.
Taking the first sip was brutal. It shocked your senses, bringing you upright in the seat, jolting you awake. It tasted awful, just what you expected from a handcrafted Dixon creation, but you couldn’t deny its effects. It surely did its job, immediately working its magic with the second sip. You could feel that slight tingle deep beneath your skin that was slowly giving you the confidence alcohol always seemed to.
“Here, five sips.” Shoving the glass into his hands, you dramatically scrunched your face, words garbled by the liquid. “Beat that.”
Raising a brow, Rick cautiously lifted the jar to his nose. “M’surprised you didn’t puke on the first sip—this smells like Daryl’s feet.”
Giggling, you curled your legs into the seat, leaning over the center console. “You know what Daryl’s feet smell like?”
Nodding, Rick gulped down a generous sip before handing back the glass. “Can’t miss it. He avoids showerin’ like the damn plague.”
“Maybe it’s a good thing he didn’t come with us.”
Then, taking another sip from the jar, you could feel your mind numbing. The questions you had always wanted to ask, the things you always wanted to say, didn’t seem as daunting anymore.
“Why didn’t you invite him?” you asked suddenly.
The question caught Rick off guard, snatching the glass from your hands to stall his answer.
“Needed someone to watch the camp,” he breathed out, the remnants of the moonshine glistening his lips.
“You don’t trust Shane?”
Questions were coming in quick now, not giving him a moment to breathe. The glass kept getting passed between the two of you, mainly ushered by Rick each time he felt too overwhelmed by one of your questions or intense stares—anything to buy him just a moment.
He drew his lips tight, the skin paling slightly. “Shane’s always been…” Taking another sip he took a moment to control himself, or maybe find the courage to say what he truly felt. “Impulsive. Don’t know if I can trust him in an emergency.” Then his last words were hot on his tongue, spitting out fire with every syllable. “Not with my son there.”
Nodding, you curled into yourself, knowing you tugged a thread too loose, letting his emotions unravel. Rick had always been so levelheaded that this was foreign. Sure, he had a lot on his shoulders—the stress was always evident—you had never seen him this unguarded though. He was letting it all out now. Finally bringing you into the space he always bridged so far with his silence. Letting Daryl typically fill the gap, Rick was able to feel close to you for so long without having to actually let you in. Now that the alcohol was talking, his true feelings began to spill over the edge and there was no turning back now.
You kept your mouth shut. Your feelings about Shane had always been the same, and it was hard to gauge if your hatred stemmed from the same place. You knew the things Shane was doing outside of his role as the group’s leader. There was so much you wanted to tell Rick, but it didn’t feel like the time—it never did—just seemed like something that would unnecessarily crush him.
“I agree with you,” Was all you said, letting the cab simmer in whatever this was.
“You see it too, right?”
Your heart stopped, stuttering a few times to catch back up—Could he know?
His words were vague, but deep down you knew what he meant. Feigning ignorance, you pressed your lips thin, lowering your gaze to the floor.
“See what?”
Scoffing, he shook his head, fists rocking against the wheel. “Y’don’t think I notice the way everyone looks at me? Y’think I don’t know my best friend is fuckin’ my wife?”
The words came out so even, so calm, that it frightened you more than any outburst could've. It was like he had rehearsed this. Like the anger bubbled within him for so long he had replayed this conversation in his mind more times than he could count. Instead of confronting them though, he was with you—vulnerable, voice raw and shaking.
“I-’
You didn’t know what to say.
“I’ve convinced myself not to believe it for long enough.” About half the glass was gone now, still switching between the two of you. “I can’t ignore it like it’s not happenin’ right in front of my face.”
Jaw slack, you didn’t know how to react. You and Daryl had spent countless hours on the topic, weighing the options between you, ultimately deciding it was better for Rick—and the group—to keep this a secret. Knowing he was aware the entire time made you wonder how he could keep it together for so long.
“I’m sorry we never said anything- that I never said anything…” Drawing a blank, your mind clouded—fuzzy from the alcohol but also from how broken Rick looked in front of you.
His head was heavy, eyes focused on his lap so intently that you were waiting to see smoke from the hole he had burned through the seat. Never had he been this vulnerable with you. Things with Rick were always surface level, light hearted conversation that left you in a lovesick daze. Now, this was just as real as your feelings for him, and once again you just wanted to tuck it all away and let this hot feeling of awkward shame leave your shoulders.
“That ain’t your job, darlin’.”
The nickname slipped off his tongue smoothly and although he had never used such a term of endearment towards you, it almost felt natural leaving his lips. Still, you felt the heat of it on your cheeks, starting to spread lower as the alcohol took its hold.
Nodding, you bit the skin on your lips, debating how to diffuse this tension.
You both looked out onto the empty road, letting the silence clear your minds. For the first time tonight, you wished it wasn’t just the two of you here. That Daryl or somebody was here to relieve the tension, chime in and save the day whenever your feelings for Rick had your head too clouded.
“Yeah, but I still mean it, I really am sorry,” you said anyway, deciding speaking what was on your mind was better than nothing at all. “It’s not right. You woke up in the hospital, came all the way back here, just for her to act like she’s the one making the difficult decisions? I don’t get how you’re not furious, how you can just pretend everything is fine-”
The alcohol had you rambling now, a slight slur in your words the faster you spoke, your hands flailing around.
“It’s because I’m not pretendin’, sweetheart.”
He cut you off politely, a deep, gravelly chuckle leaving his lips. There was a subtle blush on his cheeks, the alcohol affecting him too. Surely not as much as you, but it did guide the truth out easier, letting him get closer to you than he ever thought he could.
“What?” you gawked, dumbfounded.
Shaking his head, he smiled softly. It wasn’t a genuine smile, just one of those placeholders that said something like ‘ya caught me’ or a sarcastic ‘surprise!’
“S’not worth stressin’ over.” Raking his hands through his hair, he tried to distract you from just how misty eyed he was getting. “Can’t change what’s happened ‘n I’ve got more important things to focus on.”
“Cheers to that,” you nodded, handing him back the jar, “but you can’t just ignore it forever, Rick. You don’t know what that would do to you.”
Though you desperately wanted to lift the mood, you couldn’t help but express your concerns for the man. You knew first-hand the toll it took looking on from the sidelines. When Rick first got here, you experienced it everyday, watching him go off with Lori while your feelings got stronger and stronger. Even now, with the alcohol coursing through your veins, you don’t think you could ever form the words to tell him. This felt like the perfect opportunity with him so disconnected from his wife—but would that make you just as deceitful at her?
“Y’don’t gotta worry ‘bout that.” He leaned back in his seat now, seemingly more relaxed. Turning his head to you, he had a lazy smirk splayed on his lips, body caving into the exhaustion you both felt. “Been through a lot of heartbreak in this life. This surely ain’t the worst of ‘em.”
“Really?” Turning to him, fully intrigued, you leaned further over the console. “Thought you would’ve been the one breaking hearts,” you joked playfully.
Scoffing, Rick reminisced for a moment. “Then y’got the wrong image of me, darlin’. Wasn’t no athlete or anythin’ back then. Jus’ barely enough sense to get me outta highschool.”
“Sounds like you’ve changed a lot since then.”
“Glad to know ya think of me that way, doll.”
You both just stared at one another, the remnants of the past half hour swirling around both of your minds. It was strange for Rick to be this vulnerable, but with you it didn’t feel so bad. You wished you could’ve said more, found the words through the haziness of your mind and say something to truly heal the broken man in front of you. You just didn’t expect him to be so open with you. How much he didn’t care. It all caught you so off guard that anything you might’ve rehearsed in your head flew out the window.
His words were sharp talking about the situation, but any time he led back to you he always softened his words. Those nicknames kept tumbling off his lips like he couldn’t stop himself, like now that he got the first one out unquestioned, it was something he was addicted to.
“I really do,” you urged, trying not to let your feelings drive your words too much. “I think what you’ve done for the group is amazing. We never would’ve found somewhere like the farm without you.”
His tongue jetted out to wet his lips before he ran a steady hand over his jaw. "You're awfully sweet, darlin’, but you shouldn’t be thankin’ me after today.”
Scrunching your eyebrows, you lightly shoved his shoulder. “God, you’re such a drunk sap, Rick. You’re really still thinking about that? Shit happens, it could’ve been anybody-”
“But it was you.”
The words tumbled out faster than he could stop them, his eyes widened, heart frozen in place. He had just dug himself a hole, and by the look you gave him, there was no getting out.
Your lips were dry, stomach churning with bad moonshine and an unnerved tension. His words weren’t making sense, all this mindless babbling he’d done tonight, it just wasn’t Rick. That didn’t mean you hadn’t liked it though. His words were the closest thing you’d had to quelling that thought in your mind that maybe your feelings were reciprocated.
Breathlessly, you tried to repress your nervousness. “And I’m fine, Rick– barely even have a scratch on me.” You huffed out a sigh. He had been beating himself up over this all day when he should’ve just been grateful to be alive, and unharmed at that. “Just be in the moment for once. Enjoy being alive.”
The curls tossed atop his head, the back of his arm coming up to wipe the alcohol that dribbled from his lips.
“Can’t do that no more, sweetheart,” he sighed, taking a moment to lean back, really take a look within himself. Whatever he’d seen must’ve been too much because he reached for the lid, tightening the old rusty cap back on tight. “Got a whole group of people relyin’ on me to keep ‘em safe, can’t be wastin’ time livin’ in the moment. Even this…” he gestured to the jar, your empty bags, “I shouldn’t be doin’ this…”
His palms splayed wide, stretching his long fingers, nervously tapping them along the steering wheel. You watched them curl around the leather, the roughness of his hands audibly scratching against the threads. It sent a wave of heat through you, your legs crossed and the cab closed in tighter.
“It’s just one drink.” That was a little bit of an understatement. “It’ll be our secret– even Daryl won’t know.” That was the truth—no matter how difficult it was going to be keeping your mouth shut around the shaggy haired man.
It wasn’t the drinks Rick cared about, or the failed supply run. He was only worried about saying the wrong thing—ruining all of this. Nothing else mattered to him in this moment except you, but that confession was also the one thing that could ruin it all.
He fumbled with the ring on his left hand, the one he found himself wearing less and less now. He didn’t know why he chose to put it on that morning. Maybe he had expected this all along—the temptation he would feel—knew he would need some reminder of why he shouldn’t be doing this.
“Thanks,” he mumbled quietly, staring into his lap.
He had ruined it.
Rick had finally been able to talk to you alone, make you laugh, and he had gone and squashed the moment while drowning in his own self-reproach.
Then, it was slight, but fingertips crept up his bicep, wrapping around his shoulder. He looked to you to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. You gave him a soft, sympathetic smile. With nothing else to offer him but your presence, you fought through the shakiness of your hands and the haze of your vision.
You were definitely drunk now. It wasn't enough to set off any alarms by the time you got back to camp, but right now, kneading the warm, solid muscle of his arms was enough to tell him your mind was a little cloudy.
Throughout the conversation, you had migrated closer and closer to Rick until you could almost feel his breath on your skin. He was hot to the touch, the tip of his nose and cheeks a bright shade of pink, and his messy mop of curls stuck to his forehead. Closing the gap, you could even feel it radiating off onto your skin.
Rick swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling your breath that crept up the side of his neck. You were swaying, leaning on your elbows across the center console—no longer interested in what you had been talking about, the weight of it seemingly gone from your mind.
“I think…” Fingertips trailed his skin and you watched him shudder under your touch. “You should smile more…”
Your tone caught him off guard, more sultry and suggestive than you had been all night—than you had ever been.
He shifted, not uncomfortably, but stiffly, weighing his options of how to move further. You were obviously drunk and your out-of-character behavior was definitely a product of that. As much as he wanted to convince himself you felt the same, that these were pent up feelings finally coming out within the heat of the moment, he knew it was wrong.
“Sweetheart,” he shuddered, shutting his eyes as if he’d wake up from a dream. “I think we should get back to camp.”
Frowning, you jutted out your bottom lip, wet and slicked from the last of the moonshine. Your pupils were dilated, no longer flickering away from his gaze but holding it, strong and steady, tempting him closer.
“M’serious, Rick,” your words were more slurred, hands trailing lower. “Don’t like seeing you like this…thought I could cheer you up today.” Crackling in your throat, your voice got less and less confident and tears started to well in your eyes. “And I just made everything worse…”
His jaw went slack, your confession taking him by surprise. This whole time, you had been skating through this conversation just the same as him, treading on thin ice, too scared to make one wrong move. Now as the alcohol boldened your moves and softened your mind, it didn’t take long for the ice to break, dragging you beneath the surface.
“Oh darlin’,” he cooed, pulling you further into his chest, letting you grip onto his shoulders. “Such a sweet little thing…y’don’t have anythin’ to worry ‘bout.”
Your limbs were crumpled in the seat behind you, awkwardly twisted so you could bury your face in the crook of his neck. He could feel the hot, sticky tears that clung to his skin, the vulnerability that sunk in with each dig of your nails.
“What’s got ya so worked up, doll?”
He was trying to be gentle and soft to not let you see how much his heart broke at the sight of you trembling in his lap. His hands roamed your back, tracing little shapes onto the skin from over your shirt, pinching the fabric between his fingers.
“I-It’s not fair,” you hiccuped.
Your drunken state had flown through all the stages so quickly: A bashful tipsyness that led into more thoughtful conversation, letting you both speak your truth until that unavoidable sappiness bled through the cracks and had you like putty in his hands.
“You work so hard.” Your voice was muffled in his neck, fingers desperately grabbing at the curls on the back of his neck. “Why do you let everyone run over you like that?”
This caught him even more off guard, the way you cared so earnestly. The way you sobbed into his neck like this had kept you up for nights, taking his problems just as personally as you own, had him reeling.
“Shhh…breathe, darlin’, breathe.” He smoothed a hand over your hair, shushing your sobs while you hiccupped into his skin. “Y’don’t gotta worry ‘bout me. S’long as the group’s safe—as long as you’re safe—I don’t mind takin’ a few hits.”
You lifted your head, shaking it frantically, cupping Rick’s face into your hands. Squishing his cheeks in a little, he looked at you, face scrunched and lips pouted.
“I just wanna see you happy again– like when you first got here.” Your back stiffened, trying to bite back the anger from your voice. “The way she talked about you…I-I don’t know how she could do that.”
Your words held a certain discretion to them, like even after all this you were too nervous to breach this topic. This was meant to be a good time. You had brought the moonshine in hopes of getting closer with Rick, letting the alcohol dull your senses until you were no longer too nervous to talk to him.
Whenever you and Daryl drank, it was never like this. The two of you would have lighthearted conversation, maybe wander down to the lake and playfully splash water at one another. You didn’t realize with so much hanging on this moment, all the time you had spent stressing over making it perfect, that you’d crumble the second the liquid touched your lips. Alcohol clung to your insecurities, peeling back the layers until that was all you could see.
The apples of his cheeks pinched between your palms. He couldn’t help the laugh that rippled from his lips with the sight of you, so fixated on making everything right. Truly, things couldn’t have been more perfect for him within this moment. This was the closest you’d ever been and though you grabbed him with a force that made his face sore, he wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.
Hearts pounding in sync, neither of you understood the weight of this moment, both sharing the hot, cavernous shame that buried itself within—wedging its way between you.
The grief Rick felt over his crumbling marriage was complicated. At first it tore him from the seams, pulling each thread until he was left a scrap of fabric on the floor. Then you came along and Rick started to notice the effect your presence had on him. What started with mindless babbling on supply runs or perimeter checks, slowly, unknowingly, let you weave the pieces of him back together.
“Y’don’t gotta worry ‘bout all that,” he cooed, tucking a sliver of hair behind your ear.
He wanted to say more. Wanted to tell you that he was that happy again—when you were around. He wanted to tell you that he didn’t care about his wife anymore not only because she had cheated, but because he had feelings for someone else—for you.
Instead, he only let himself say what the silver band on his ring finger allowed.
“Don’t go stressin’ over this old man’s problems, yeah?” Copying your movements, he carefully wiped the edges of your eyes, holding your face in his hands just gently enough he could excuse the action.
Leaning into this touch, you let your lashes flutter against his palm. Nodding against his skin, you breathed in his scent—the remnants of the alcohol on his lips and that deep, musky pull from the crook of his neck.
Your small hands still held his arms, fingers creeping along his skin—feeling, tracing, memorizing—you felt him shudder beneath your touch. Readjusting his hips, Rick felt the denim on his legs getting more confined and he reached for his belt. Shifting the buckle, he tried to relieve the tension, but you just kept creeping closer.
He felt disgusting. Here you were, confiding in him, pouring your heart out to show you cared, and all he could think about was the blood rushing between his legs. His grip on you had tightened, palms greedily splayed on your waist, resisting every twitch to pull you onto his lap.
You didn’t say anything else, the moment felt busy enough with all the tension coming to a standstill. Though there were no words, the slow, lazy movements fused between each other were enough to speak for itself. Pure want filtered through every action and Rick found himself holding his breath in anticipation.
He saw you glance once, twice, at his lips. Jutting out his tongue, he slipped them beneath his teeth, maybe to dissipate the tension, or maybe to stop himself from giving in.
“Rick…?”
God, you were irresistible right now.
With spit-slicked lips and tear-puffed cheeks, you looked the closest to fucked out Rick had been able to see you outside of his imagination.
He cleared his throat, grumbling out a soft string of curses. “Yeah, doll?”
Your eyes held a certain seriousness he hadn’t seen from you all night. He gave you his full attention, his heart beating fast with uncertainty.
“M’sorry I got too drunk,” you slurred out sleepily, a gentle yawn leaving your lips.
Rick chuckled, shaking his head. He squeezed your cheeks between his palms and they almost disappeared with how his hands swallowed your face.
You were so different now compared to just a few minutes ago. Like a cat, you curled up in his lap, claiming your territory. It was a cramped spot, huddled up between his chest and the steering wheel, but you didn’t seem to mind.
His breathing shallowed the closer you pressed and he tried to fill his mind with thoughts that would stop the bulge from growing in his jeans. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. If you saw how he truly felt about you, the way his body just couldn't resist, maybe he’d never get to see you again.
He smoothed his hands over the outside of your thighs, putting your legs on either side of him. “Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, darlin’.” You smiled into his neck. “Been havin’ a real nice time with ya…s’been a while since I spoke my mind. Nice to know someone cares.”
That last part was quietly whispered into your ear. Wriggling your toes excitedly, he felt the vibration of you humming contentedly against his neck.
Pulling back your head from the crook, he saw your cheeks dusted a rosy pink. They matched his and the heat of the cab that painted droplets on his forehead. Both of you were breathing heavier now, stickily clung to one another with desire hot on your tongue.
“I’ve always cared, Rick,” you pouted, almost offended. “You just never let anyone in.”
He hummed in response, lips pressed thin.
Rick knew you were right. Even Daryl, his right-hand-man, was oblivious to most of the things that raced through the man’s mind. There was so much he had lost—so much he felt he could never obtain—that the grief of it all was too much to speak out loud.
“Want you to talk to me,” you whined, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “S’not fair how they treat you.”
Your head dipped low, stealing a gasp from Rick’s lips when you started to gently nibble at his collarbone. He sat there, frozen, his fingertips pressing further into your skin the more you licked. Your nose nuzzled the fabric of his shirt, breathing him in deep. A trail of kisses were planted from his pulse point to that soft, sensitive notch behind his ear. Your breath ghosted the shell of cartilage, feeling him twitch with every graze of your lips on his skin.
“T-thank you, darlin’.” He was fighting for his life now—one look away from bursting a blood vessel. “Awfully sweet of ya.”
Watching the Adam’s apple bob in his throat enticingly had your tongue flicking out, licking a stripe down the middle of his throat, feeling the groan he fought back.
With the way he was holding on, you’d definitely have bruises where his hands sat on your hips. He was gripping onto you like a lifeline, the only thing keeping him from drifting away. You weren’t sitting on his lap anymore, but he had it so you were just slightly hovering above him, trying to lessen the temptation he felt. His hips would still twitch upwards with each sloppy kiss you left on his neck though, chasing friction like it was his only will to live.
You didn’t respond to him anymore, just happily sucked along the skin of his neck, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin. His large hand closed down on the back of your head, sliding up your scalp until he had a firm hold of your hair.
“You’re killin’ me, doll.” His voice was low, guttural, with a breathiness at the end that sounded like he was pleading with you.
Still, you didn’t look up, didn't even respond, just kept exploring the underside of his jaw, tugging helplessly at his curls. Getting a more hardened grip, he dragged your head to face him.
“Look at me.” He demanded.
His words weren’t harsh, just firm.
Eyes blown wide and jaw slack, Rick couldn’t help but stare at your kiss swollen lips. He could feel every splotch on his skin where your touch still lingered—how much he had to pretend he didn’t want more.
“We can’t be doin’ this.” Repeating Daryl’s words from earlier, Rick tried to scold himself out of wanting.
“Do what?” you asked, playing dumb.
It was clear you knew what you were doing. It was what you had always wanted to do, but never had the shield of apathy to hide behind. Your embarrassment fizzled away with your sobriety, leaving you an empty husk of pure want—and Rick the target of your desires.
Lacing your fingers with his, you didn’t give Rick a moment to stop you. Didn’t give him the chance to tell you this was a bad idea.
His left hand covered your entire vision, his palm spread wide in front of your face. Cracks and scars littered the skin, hair curling between his knuckles and brushing roughly against the softness of your skin. Hand barely wrapped around his thick wrist, you toyed with the wedding ring on his finger, a cloud of guilt and anger clouding your senses.
You wanted to rip the damn thing off. It felt like some sick joke he was married—if you could even call that facade a marriage. It didn’t feel like she deserved him, but at the same time you wanted to understand the grief she was going through, and somehow process how she could do this to him. She was your friend, and you wanted to believe there was something redeemable under all the mistrust she created.
Rick stared at the band with you, both your eyes lingering on the metal, an unspoken conversation shared within the silence.
Cautiously, your eyes flickered to his, trying to read the mix of emotion in those icy blues. Then, slowly, you pressed a gentle kiss to the tips of his fingers, starting from thumb to pinky. He drew in a sharp breath, eyes not leaving yours as you worked your way across his digits. Lips pressed to his pinky, you trailed back, painfully slow, dragging the tip of your tongue over his ring finger, swirling around the tip.
He stifled a moan as you popped the digit between your lips. The band cooled your lips the further you took him, letting your eyes meet his in a deadly hold.
“Fuck,” Rick sighed, tipping his head back against the seat. “Y’don’t know what you’re doin’ t’me.”
He set you down on his lap, your plush thighs flush against his denim clad legs. You could feel him through his jeans and the way he tried to shy away from you.
“I told you I had a surprise,” you giggled into his ear, bashfully hiding your face in your hair.
You wanted him bad and Rick could only resist for so long. The more he tried to pull away, the more of yourself you gave to him—it felt like an endless back and forth.
“You’ve been plannin’ this then, huh?” He rasped.
His guilt began to simmer and the realization that you wanted him just as badly—plus the grinding of your hips—dimmed any doubt he had before. A slight cockiness smoothed over his tone with you so desperately pawing at him, crying in his ear for more.
Nodding, you looked up at him through fluttering lashes. “Wanted you for so long.”
You whined, pulling yourself closer to him. His hands smoothed down your back, twisting the hem of your shirt around his fingers until he skated a light, feathery touch along your skin.
“Yeah?” He laughed a little at your eagerness, the way you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. “Coulda told me sooner, darlin’. Woulda taken care of ya.”
Pressing your hips down even harder, Rick took hold of your waist, stilling your movements. The pads of his fingers tapped gently against your side, beckoning your attention. Eyes blown wide, you looked up at him, lips parted like you were drooling over the sight of him.
“You want that, hmm?” Even with you crawling on top of him, nudging the buckle of his belt, there was a part of him that still needed to hear that yes. A deep, gaping part of him that still didn’t believe you could want him in this capacity, that in his position as a leader he had somehow swayed your thinking. “Wan’ me t’take care of ya?”
Impatiently, you clawed at the collar of his shirt, stretching out the fabric, trying to pull it over his head.
“Mhmm,” you nodded exaggeratively, your tongue poking out to wet your lips. “Please, Rick, that’s all I want.”
Well if you were gonna ask so nicely…
He smiled, washing away that last shred of doubt with that persistent look in your eye.
“Okay, sweet girl.” He glanced over his shoulder, wishing there was somewhere else other than the front seat of this truck he could be having this moment with you. The seat was cramped, your legs tangled in his lap, pressing against the steering wheel with a certain discomfort. “C’mere.” He lifted you onto the center console, guiding his seat back, and widened his stance for you to sit comfortably between his legs.
Happily, you perched yourself in front of him again, roaming your hands over the expanse of his chest. You tugged yourself closer, allowing yourself to get lost in the scent of him, letting your face absentmindedly brush against his skin.
“Wish this coulda been somewhere more special,” he started. Teeth grazed the shell of your ear, biting the lobe and tugging the skin harshly, making you whimper. “Been thinkin’ of this for a while, doll…” His hands slipped up the legs of your shorts, cupping your ass beneath the fabric, toying with the hem of your underwear. “How soft your skin feels in my hands…how good you’d taste. Feels like a dream jus’ gettin’ to touch you.”
You tossed your arms over his shoulders, bucking into his touch. Forehead pressed against his, you whined, wanting more of him. You placed your lips on his, tugging him closer and pushed deeper into the kiss. His lips were warm just like the rest of him, skin cracked and rough on the edges, reminding you that he was really here. Hands firm, he held you like it was something he owned, something he couldn’t live without.
Brushing your tongue over his bottom lip, he gave you a false sense of control, letting you explore him eagerly, shamelessly circling your hips. You were chasing your own pleasure through the confines of your shorts, moaning into his mouth each time you felt him brush up against you.
If he weren’t so close, Rick could’ve lived in this moment forever, letting your bodies meld into one another. He couldn’t fool himself though—he wasn’t getting any younger. It had been a while since he’d felt like this, been this close to somebody. Though his mind was cherishing this moment, taking it all in one breath at a time, his body was chasing a fast release, his balls tightening with each roll of your hips.
“Slow down, doll” he chuckled, hands resting on your hips, stilling your movements. “M’not goin’ anywhere.”
That made your head dip low and cheeks flush in embarrassment. It had been so long since you’d been intimate—spent so much time daydreaming over this man—that the moment you got the opportunity you were rutting up against him like a hormonal teenager.
You softly mumbled out an apology, hips twitching with need as you tried to give him some space.
“Jus’ a little eager, ain’t that right, darlin’?” His fingers held tight on your jaw, cheeks slightly pinched together. Your eyes were glassy, lips pouted with a pent-up frustration that made his cock twitch beneath the denim. “Ain’t nothin’ t’be ashamed of.”
Nodding, you smiled, pawing at the loops of his belt, tugging his hips towards you.
He curled his fingers more sharply around you, cupping your heat, feeling the damp, sticky wetness through the fabric. Your body was a stripped wire, feeling every touch times ten, flashing sparks with each graze of his fingers.
Rick was so gentle with you in his words. You could feel through his touch that he wanted nothing more than to strip you down and claim you as his. His mind was a complicated thing though, always had been, seeking confirmation with every interaction. He didn’t move his lips or wander his fingertips until he had found the spot that made you shudder, moving on to claim the next piece of you, lapping up your sounds like praise.
He turned you in his lap, pressing you back flush to his chest. You could see out onto the street now, fingers curling around the leather of the sterling wheel while you tried to ground yourself. Lifting your hips, he popped the button of your shorts, sliding the fabric down your legs until they pooled at your ankles.
Sucking in a breath, he groaned out a low string of curses, taking in the view of your soaked undergarments. Looping the waistband over his thick digit, he snapped the elastic back onto your skin, watching you flinch forward.
“Stop teasing.” You pleaded, arching your back, chasing his touch. “Please.”
The sound of your desperation, those salty tears rasping your voice, had his fingers moving even slower. He wanted to hear you beg. Wanted you sobbing in his lap until your tears soaked the denim, just pleading for a taste of his cock. But you were so sweet with your tear stained cheeks and puffy lips, asking for him so nicely. This time he’d let you off easy, figuring he’d savoured the moment long enough.
“Okay, darlin’.” His thick middle finger breached the hem of your underwear, pressing up the seam between your thigh. “Easy now.”
You were thrashing against him, bucking against the empty air. He kept you still though, one arm wrapped over the front of you, pressing down on your hips. His head dipped next to yours that was lulled back onto his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut with an impatient scrunch of the nose. His stubble scratched your skin and you could hear his stuttered breaths while he looked down at your core fluttering around the tip of his finger just barely grazing your entrance.
Collecting your wetness onto his fingers, they glistened in the light, matching your slick coated thighs. Pulling the rest of the fabric from your thighs, he brushed his thumb against your clit in a long, slow stripe. Again, you arched your back up off of him, tipping your head back with an unrestrained moan.
That was the sound he was looking for.
Latching his fingers onto the bud, he pinched, watching you squirm beneath him. Once again, you flooded his ears with that melodic sound, the unspoken praise perking up his ears.
“Rick…” you sighed, reaching down to his wrist, urging him for more.
Pressing down firmly, he traced slow, lazy circles onto your clit, watching the way your face scrunched in pleasure. He took in every subtle nuance, matching his fingers to the pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. With full control, he used his leg to guide you along his slick coated fingers, slinking his hand to brush against your entrance.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” he said in awe. His movements were quick, dipping the tip of his fingers between your walls before retreating with a squelching ‘pop’. “Y’hear that? She’s jus’ beggin’ f’me.”
You babbled incoherently, all thought going to the chase of your hips after his fingers. Rick forced his fingers past your lips, garbling the words on your tongue as he pressed the pads further down your throat. You gagged around him, spit bubbling up through your lips. He experimentally dipped his fingers even further back, testing your limits for just a moment before retreating, letting a string of spit connect him to your gasping lips.
He could do this all day if you’d let him. Looking at the way you twitched in his lap, mind numb, body pliant, you honestly might’ve let him. Watching you writhe in pleasure, chasing after his touch, having you call out for him—it was all too much.
Rick was studying—learning the ins and outs of your body in case you ever gave him the honour of touching you like this again. He could ignore the discomfort in his pants if it meant he got to hear those pretty moans on your lips just a little longer.
Eyelids fluttering open., you cried out his name again. “Need you,” you mewled.
“Y’got me, doll,” he whispered huskily. “All of me– jus’ gotta tell me what you need.”
“Your cock,” you said shamelessly.
You were always bold, cracking crude jokes that made the group stifle a laugh, maybe even roll their eyes. This was beyond any of his expectations though. This was pure, blatant desire—all directed at him—tumbling off your lips one confession after another.
“S’all yours,” he rasped coarsely.
Your little fingers tugged on his belt, haphazardly unlatching the clasp the moment he gave you the go ahead. You were beaming, practically buzzing, to get your hands on him. Palming him through the fabric, you pulled down his jeans. Leaving him in just his boxers, the plaid fabric stared back at you intimidatingly, doing little to conceal the rest of him.
Shy fingers poked through the opening, carefully pulling out his length. He held his breath, watching you in awe, a crazed look in his eye while you lazily stroked his cock. Letting out a shaky groan, he couldn’t stop his hips from twitching up into your palm or they way needy moans filtered through his lips.
Rick was a giver—would’ve let himself go untouched if that’s what you wanted. You seemed to be enjoying his pleasure just the same though, taking in those beautifully parted lips and messily scattered curls.
As much as he wanted to collect himself—focus on your pleasure—he was content with letting you take, take, take, his cock further and further into your palm, wrapping another hand to compensate for the girth.
He was big. Enough to make you a little nervous through your brazenness. The length of him was average, a perfect six or so inches that curved deliciously to his flushed tip. Wrapping your hand around him though, the base of him was wide, the tips of your fingers barely meeting back together.
Rick was a mess beneath you, heaving out breathy moans and squirming his hips. He was close, more than he’d like to admit, and although your hands felt like heaven on his dick, he tore away your wrists.
Your eyes flicked up at him with a sharp insecurity, the hastiness of his movements taking you by surprise. He still had your wrists taken in his palm, chest heaving while he tried his best to collect himself. Every movement had him sensitive, on the verge of release, but he couldn’t let himself finish before he got inside you—before he made you finish.
You yelped as Rick lifted your hips, tossing your arms over his shoulders for balance. He was steady in the confined space, lip tucked beneath his teeth as he watched you with precision. Leaning back, he angled his hips towards the wheel, guiding you back so he could watch himself slide into you.
Sliding his tip through your slick, you gasped, tipping your head against the glass. He notched his tip to the brink of your entrance, watching your chest heave. As much as he wanted to watch the way you swallowed him in, he kept his focus on your face, stilling his movements each time he saw you wince.
He only had the tip in and you were already scrunching your nose, squirming away from the sensation. The intrusion burned, his cock bullying its way through your walls, pushing its way in with a brutal stretch.
You hissed, latching onto his arm, your other hand against his chest, trying to push him away. “S’too much, Rick,” you yelped, watching his swelling tip push past your folds. “C-can’t do it.”
Guilt burned his chest hearing you squeal like that, clawing into his chest to relive the ache. Seeing you so fucked out though—eyes rolled back, lips parted with a shiny trail of spit slicking your skin—he couldn’t pull out now.
He cupped your face, callouses scratching against your skin to refocus you, to bring you back to him. Curling his fingers around the back of your neck, he pulled you to his chest, easing in another couple of inches while he smoothed out your hair.
“I know, darlin’, I know,” he shushed your cries into the fabric of his shirt. Tracing shapes into your skin, he waited for your sniffles to subside before taking your hips back into his hold, guiding you down the rest of his length. “You’ve got it…” He picked your limp head off his shoulder, watching it soften as you got used to his size. “See? Ain’t too bad.”
He felt a tight squeeze around his cock and wriggle of your hips telling him he was allowed to move. Still, he needed further reassurance through your frantic nods into the crook of his neck.
“This okay?” Slowly, Rick pulled all the way out until it was just the tip, letting you sink back onto him with a loud squelch. You murmured some sort of praise into his skin, a conglomerate of ‘yesss, please, more’ muffled into his shirt. “Gotta hear ya, doll.”
“Yesss,” you moaned, lifting your head the best you could to look at him through teary eyes. “So good…please.”
Rick let out a satisfied hum, content with himself in how quickly he was able to make your mind go stupid on his cock.
Picking up the pace, you could feel the truck rocking beneath you. His breath was ragged, keeping himself flush against the back of the seat and holding a solid grip on your hips. As he pounded up into you, the edges of your vision blurred out, getting fuzzier the closer your bodies got. Your bodies clung together, sweat dripping off his curls and into your lap, only adding to the soft sloshing between you.
He had fully stopped talking now, too close to the edge to hear your sweet voice try and respond to him. Just your gasps, stuttering out with thrust, was almost enough to send him over the edge, his eyes squeezing shut with the last of his restraint.
Trailing his hand around your front, he dipped his fingers between your folds, collecting the slick you were so generously pouring out for him. Deft fingers crept to your clit, starting with light, fluttering taps that had you biting your fist, trying to conceal your noises. He built up the pressure, finding a steady rhythm around the bud until he felt you shaking, your walls squeezing him in tight.
“C’mon, doll.” He leaned forward, swallowing back a groan, choosing to sink his teeth deep into your shoulder. “Let it all out.”
You cried out at the sensation, all of too much as you came tumbling over the edge. Little crescents indented the skin on his shoulders the deeper you dug, trying to ground yourself through your release. You were trashing in his arms, feeling the drag of his cock past your walls even through the aftershocks.
He didn’t let up, kept pounding into you with the same force while you rode out your orgasm, chasing his own release. Just moments behind, you heard a broken moan stutter out from his lips, a rosy pink dusting his cheeks. Lifting your hips, he guided you further back against the wheel. Pulling you off his length, he frantically brought up a shaky hand, imagining it was yours as he tugged along the length of his dick.
His eyes were focused on the tears bubbling in your eyes, that blissed-out look behind them, and the way your pussy fluttered around nothing, trying to coax his length back in. His hips stuttered once, twice, and he was painting the inside of your thighs with his release, blindly smearing the rest along his tip, leaning his head back with a sigh.
“God.” He looked at you in disbelief, almost reaching down to pinch himself. “Can’t believe you’re real.”
Giggling, you felt a hot embarrassment creep up your neck. Sobriety had settled its way through the cracks, your orgasm washing a needed wave of clarity over you. Now, despite being the one to initiate all of this, you felt embarrassed to have been so needy in front of the man you had been crushing on for months.
Rick took notice of your silence, the way you avoided his gaze like the plague. Scrunching his brows, he took hold of your chin, forcing you to look his way.
“Doll?” He blinked, trying to read your expression. “Y’alright?”
Bleakly, you nodded, somewhere far off from yourself.
“Talk t’me,” Rick urged, growing more concerned. “Did I do somethin’ wrong?”
Frantically, you shook your head, palms splayed out in front of you. “No, no, it’s just…” you trailed off, trying to find the right words. “Was…was that okay? I was pretty drunk and all over you…Are you sure that’s what you wanted?”
A laugh leaked from his lips before he could stop it from happening.
You thought you’d forced yourself on him?
He could’ve never thought of something further than the truth—the same exact thought clouding his mind except about himself.
“That’s what got ya so down?” Chuckling, he brought a hand to your face, pinching your cheek with his thumb. “Thas the last thing you need t’be worryin’ ‘bout. Could never stop me from wantin’ ya…was worried that you didn't want me, darlin’.”
“Really?” you giggled, popping your head off his chest.
“Yes, really,” Rick smiled. “An old man like me would be crazy passin’ up a pretty girl like you. ‘Specially if she wanted me s’bad as you do,” he teased, giving your hip a playful squeeze. “Needy lil thing.”
Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide the blush that crept on your face. “Yeah, yeah, Grimes.” Crossing your arms, you gave him a feigned look of annoyance. “Thought you said we needed to get back to camp?”
Squeezing your thighs, he took one last look over your figure before clearing his throat. “Anythin’ you say, darlin’.” His eyes were unfocused, darting up and down your frame—god, he was pussy whipped. “Let’s get ya cleaned up first, yeah?”
Smirking, you dipped your pointer finger down to the puddles splashed on your thighs. Swiping at the liquid, Rick watched you intently as your lips wrapped around the digit, sucking off the salty fluid.
“Fuck,” he hissed, taking your thighs in a bruising grip. “Gonna be the death of me, doll.”
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alexandria’s streets have never been quieter than in this moment, and thank god. you’re not sure how you’d turn up to any community events going forward if anyone saw you here like this, slutting yourself out for officer grimes the second he’s instated.
“r-riiick, fuck! someone’s gonna see—”
a particularly punchy thrust from him knocks the wind out of your lungs, cutting you off with your own gasp. you start to claw at the siding of the home he has you pushed up against, trying to find any solace from the way his dick splits you open. rick groans nice and long, taking a second to readjust you and to speak.
“such a sweet girl, y’know? mmh- who would’ve known… a uniform would get you this wet.”
he hikes up your hip, thoughtfully smoothing his rough hands over your exposed skin before fucking into you again. he drinks in your whines, head dipped down to watch the way you take him so eagerly, easily.
your hands grab at nothing before shakily finding rick’s arms, flexed under his jacket. his head shoots up, another taunt already playing on his tongue feeling you run your fingers over the badge embroidered on his sleeve. it brings a faraway, fucked out look in your eyes he’s obsessed with. the strength in his grip frees you to go limp, squeezing the life out of his arms, your cunt just drooling around his length.
“you like that.” rick purrs, not even bothering to ask. “is it the badge, honey? haah.. s’that what gets you this dumb?”
you try to nod, form a sexy, coherent reply, anything other than just moan and let him take you, but he makes it so hard. the curve of his cock sliding inside you so evenly is unreal, white is already beginning to blear your vision, and he’s absolutely right. this new authority of rick’s is making you very dizzy.
“don’t ignore me, sweetheart…” grabbing your attention, rick moves you all the way down his cock in one swift motion, bottoming out and holding you there.
you yelp followed by a string of curses, squirming while he exhales a dry chuckle. staying in tune with you, he moves in and catches your lips in a quick but steady kiss, his fresh stubble tickling slightly as he eventually moves his way down your neck.
“wasn’t… i wasn’t ignoring you, sir,” you start, regaining your wit. rick immediately reacts to the title, almost growling into your skin. he nips you before separating, those calculating blue eyes shifting all over your face with a dangerous smirk ghosting his lips.
“i-i don’t want any trouble.”
rick hums in faux consideration, massaging nicely at your sides before moving a hand to your lower stomach, right above where your bodies connect. holding you firm once again, he picks up his forgotten pace, fucking you like some kind of doll. all the heat of the moment bubbles frantically in your core, right where he’s pressing down on. you pathetically throw your worry of getting caught to the sun, whining your new constable’s name like a mantra as he breaks you in.
“yeaahh. cum like a good girl and there won’t be any trouble.”
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the air in the bedroom was humid and filled with the wet sounds and- “o-oh god,” you moan, muffling your cries into the bed as he pounds into you, hips snapping into you.
“slow down-- mmph fuck…” gripping the sheets with a iron grip as droplets of sweat glide down your forehead and back
your husband leans down and tightens a arm around your neck “ f-fuck shut up and take it” pulling you back against his chest, using his other hand to run down your body and rub your tiny bud-
“take it, take it, fucking take it.” he pants into your ear,kissing down your neck
“wan-- fuck, ‘baby… w-want you to fill me up,” you babble through whines and pornographic moans .
grabbing your hair and tilting your head back “ y-yeah - you like that? ” He whispers in your ear
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his hand comes down hard between your legs. your poor pussy is already soaked and puffy, leaking with the load he just put in you minutes ago.
"rick!" you whine as your thighs clamp shut. you roll over quick as you can, trying to crawl away to the other side of the bed before he can get at you.
he's faster though. his fingers dig into the dough of your hips as he tugs you back. you whimper, clawing at the sheets to try and get away.
"where d'you think you're runnin' to, baby?" he teases.
you don't bother with words. you know they won't save you. your feet kick at him gently, but he's quick to put a stop to it. he flips you over and pries your legs apart.
his hand comes down once more. you shriek at the hot sting that flares at your center.
"you've been botherin' me all day," he mocks, voice lowering. "now you're already done with me?"
"it's too much. too sensitive," you say. but his palm smacks your cunt again.
you whine. your bottom lip wobbles a little. it didn't even hurt that bad. but you'd committed to being dramatic. it was too late to just give in without a little struggle.
"oh, hush," he says with a smirk. "such a baby."
he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips before leaning back and giving you one more lick between your thighs.
a bolt of pleasure shoots through you this time. your jaw tightens, and your legs close once more. but just like the last time, he spreads them with ease.
now it's not his hand that taps you. it's the tip of his cock. he's hard and ready to go again. he bops the flushed head against your clit once, twice, and then slides it down to tease your folds.
he doesn't give you time to complain. before you can get out another shrill sound of displeasure, his length slides into you, and you let out a deeper moan and tilt your head back.
his body lands on top of yours, closing in to thrust against you. his lips find your neck. his voice hits your ear from right beside it, raspy and clouded by his shaky breaths.
"suddenly not so sensitive anymore, huh? i don't hear you complaining at all," he croons as he sinks all the way in.
18+ Big scary men who let you slap them during sex.
He’s massive beneath you — broad chest, thick arms, powerful thighs that could easily pin you down if he wanted. But right now he’s on his back, letting you ride him however you want. His hands rest on your hips, not guiding, just holding you steady as you sink down on him.
You lean forward, bracing one hand on his chest, and bring the other down hard across his cheek. The sound is sharp. His head snaps to the side with the force of it. A low, guttural groan rumbles out of his chest as he twitches hard inside you. “Fuck… do it again,” he rasps, voice wrecked.
You slap him again, harder this time, watching the way his eyes flutter and his jaw clenches. His hips buck up sharply, driving deeper into you. The sting on his cheek blooms red against his flushed skin, but he doesn’t stop you. If anything, he looks drunk on it. “Harder, baby,” he begs, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”
You ride him faster, grinding down on him while you slap him again and again. Each hit makes him groan louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he lets you use him. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark and hazy with lust.
When you finally come, clenching hard around him, you slap him one last time, right as your orgasm hits. That’s what breaks him. He groans deep and filthy, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every slap you land.
Afterward, he’s breathing hard, cheek bright red, but he pulls you down against his chest and kisses you soft and attentively. His hand strokes your back gently, almost apologetically, like he’s the one who should be sorry.
“Again next time?” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough.
You smile and kiss the reddened mark on his cheek.
his dick is heavy in his hand, flushed and leaking, the head slick as he runs it slowly through the slippery mess between your thighs. your folds are swollen, twitching with every brush of his tip.
his voice is rough when he whispers, “gonna ease it in, baby… s’gonna feel big. you tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
but you’re already nodding, legs spread wide, cunt stretched open and aching for him. the first inch pushes past your entrance and your body clenches around him immediately, sucking him in with a wet, squelching noise that makes his whole body jolt.
“oh—oh, sweetheart…”
his dick is so fat it forces your walls to stretch around him, snug and slippery and tight, and he’s biting his lip hard to keep himself from rutting deeper too fast. the air’s full of heat and moans, your gasps high and breathy while his are low, cracked, almost desperate.
he’s panting into your neck, trembling from restraint as he feeds you more. your pussy gives a sticky noise each time his hips nudge forward, and you can feel the drag of every vein along your inner walls, your muscles fluttering like you’re trying to spit him out but pull him deeper at the same time.
by the time he’s halfway in, your nails are digging into his back and your thighs are starting to shake. there’s a thick pressure deep in your belly, like your body’s being filled too full, and when you glance down, you can see the faint outline of him under your skin, stretching you out from the inside.
“just a lil’ more,” he groans, voice cracked. “you’re taking it—so good, baby, so soft down there, you’re squeezing me real tight…”
you whimper as he finally bottoms out, dick buried to the base, the thick root of it pressed firm against your overstretched entrance. he doesn’t move, breathing hard against your cheek, both of you dizzy from how deep he is.
your cunt pulses around him, dripping mess down onto the hairy base of his cock.
his hand finds your lower belly, palm spreading over that swollen spot where his dick bulges inside you.
“look at that,” he murmurs, in awe. “my sweet girl’s stuffed so full.”
he doesn’t even need to move. just the feeling of being buried inside you for the first time, the sight of your pussy stretched wide around him, your gasping mouth, your fluttering lashes, your slick dripping onto his thighs—it’s all too much.
he grinds in once—just to feel the way you tremble—and you both moan at the same time, breath tangled, filthy and flushed and soaking the bed.
and when he finally pulls back to push in again slow and deep, your whole body arches.
“there you go,” he groans, voice ruined. “that’s it, baby. open up f’me.”
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in the dead of night, cold seeped into your bones as you darted through the moonlit courtyard, heart pounding against your ribcage. the weight of your decision bore down on you, but you didn't look back. the iron gate loomed ahead, its bars slick with condensation.
your hands trembled as you unhooked the latch, but the gate creaked open, revealing ser duncan the tall.
you threw yourself at him, as he hoisted you up onto his horse. then as he got on you clutched his waist, feeling the muscles of his back through your thin nightdress.
“hurry," you gasped as shouts echoed from the palace.
duncan kicked his horse into motion, not bothering to look back. the city blurred past in a rush of black and grey. fear surged through you, but so did exhilaration.
you'd made your choice.
the horse cantered through the night, dunk's silence was comforting, it left space for your thoughts to race, to settle. by the time the first light of dawn crested the horizon, you'd begun to believe this wasn't a fever dream.
as the sun climbed, dunk steered the horse off the main road and into a dense forest. dappled sunlight danced on the ground as they picked their way through the underbrush. a large clearing opened before them, a riot of green and gold bathed in light. duncan reined in the horse and dismounted.
"this will do," he said, offering you his hand. "we'll rest here till nightfall. they'll search the kingsroad first. no one knows this trail but me."
you slid off the horse, your muscles protesting at the sudden motion. dunk led you to a fallen log, its bark rough under your fingers. he unpacked a bedroll and spread it out, an unexpectedly domesticated gesture.
"we should be safe here," he said, crouching down to unlatch his saddlebags. "i've been using this path for years."
you watched him as he poured water from his flask onto a cloth and began to clean his horses face a bit.his hands were steady, deft. a blush crept up your cheeks as you recalled those hands tracing your body two nights ago. they'd been gentle then too.
"duncan..." you began tentatively.
he looked up. "yes, your highness?"
you swallowed hard. "please, you mustn't call me that."
a slow smile spread across his face. "what should i call you?"
you hesitated. "by my name. or anything but formalities really…"
he nodded. "as you wish..."
you lay down next to him, his arm wrapped around you, warm and solid. you fit against him like a puzzle piece, your back pressed to his chest. his breath ruffled your hair.
"this wasn't what i expected when i agreed to 'escort' you," he murmured.
you smiled into the crook of his elbow. "neither did i." after a long stretch of comfortable silence you whisper out his name, “duncan?"
"hmm?"
"thank you."
he tightened his arm around you, his hand spreading wide across your stomach, a warm, heavy weight that anchored you to him. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath a soft, warm puff against your skin. for a long moment, he just held you, and you could feel the steady, reassuring beat of his heart against your back.
"there's nothing to thank me for," he finally murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your entire body. "i'd walk through the seven hells for you if need be."
you shifted, turning in his embrace until you were face to face. the morning light filtered through the leaves, painting his rugged features in soft shades of green and gold. you reached up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
"it wasn't easy for me," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "i was so scared. but i knew…i knew if i was with you, i'd be safe."
"i'll always keep you safe," he vowed, his voice thick with emotion. "i swear it m’lady."
you leaned in, closing the small distance between you, and pressed your lips to his. it was a slow, sweet kiss, a gentle exploration that held none of the frantic desperation of your first time. it was a kiss of comfort, of reassurance, of a love that had already weathered its first storm and emerged stronger for it.
he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, a silent question that you answered with a soft sigh. his hands began to wander, tracing the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist, mapping your body as if he were committing it to memory. he was still so gentle, so reverent, as if he couldn't quite believe you were his.
you pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his. "dunk," you breathed, your voice thick with a new kind of need. "please touch me again."
"you're sure?" he asked, his voice a ragged whisper.
you reached up, your fingers tangling in his hair. "i’m sure," you promised. "i truly do want it."
and with those words of confirmation, he rolled you onto your back, his body hovering over yours, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure. he looked down at you, his expression a mixture of raw desire and a lingering awe that made your heart ache.
his hands were everywhere, stroking, caressing, learning every curve and hollow of your body. he was still gentle, but there was a new confidence to his touch, a surety that came from knowing you, from knowing what you liked, what you needed.
he parted your thighs with his knee, settling between them. he was already hard, a thick, heavy ridge pressing against your clothed cunt. he rocked against you, a slow, deliberate friction that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you.
"dunk-," you gasped, your hips rising to meet his. "please."
“i know- i know m’sweet girl-”
he needed no further encouragement.
with a groan, he pushed himself up, his weight shifting off you for a blessed moment. his hands, those same steady, deft hands that had tended his horse, went to the edge of his breeches. he fumbled, his usually sure fingers clumsy with haste, and the sight of this mighty knight so undone by need sent a fresh wave of desire through you.
when he finally freed himself, your breath caught. his cock was thick and heavy, curving upwards from a thatch of dark sandy curls. a blush crept up his neck, but his eyes never left yours, dark and intense with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.
his large hands found the hem of your thin night shift, and he paused, his gaze questioning. you answered by lifting your hips, a silent, eager permission. he peeled the fabric up and over your head, his knuckles brushing against your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. the cool morning air kissed your bare body, but you felt no chill, only the heat of his gaze as it roamed over you, worshipful and hungry.
next came your small clothes. he hooked his fingers into the delicate ties, his touch surprisingly gentle. he tugged them down your legs slowly, his eyes following the path of the fabric as it revealed you to him. he tossed them aside without a glance, his focus entirely on the now-bared heart of you.
he settled back between your thighs, the heat of his bare skin against yours as he took himself in hand, guiding the thick, blunt head of his cock to your slick entrance.
he began to push inside. it was a slow, inexorable pressure, a deep, stretching fullness that stole the air from your lungs. there was a brief, sharp sting, a fleeting burn that made you gasp into his mouth. he froze immediately, his entire body going rigid.
"i'm hurting you," he breathed, his voice thick with self-loathing. "i knew i would."
"no," you choked out, your hands gripping his biceps, your nails digging into his skin. "it's… it's alright. don't stop."
he looked down at you, his eyes searching yours, and he must have seen the truth there because he pushed forward again, sinking deeper until he was fully sheathed inside you.
he stilled, buried to the hilt, his forehead resting against yours, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"gods," he whimpered, the sound so unguarded, so unlike the stoic knight you knew. "you feel… you feel perfect."
you could only whimper in response, your inner walls clenching around him, a silent plea for more.
he began to move, his strokes shallow at first, testing your limits.
but as your hips rose to meet his, a silent encouragement, his control finally snapped. his movements became deeper, more confident, a primal rhythm that spoke of a need as old as time. he was whining, a continuous stream of soft, desperate sounds.
"are you… are you alright?" he asked, his voice a ragged whisper.
you nodded, a single, tear tracing a path down your cheek. "more than," you choked out. "d-don't stop, dunk please!"
the pleasure built, a slow, sweet ache that coiled in your belly, growing tighter with each thrust. you were moving with him now, your bodies slick with sweat, moving in perfect harmony. the world outside this clearing ceased to exist.
there was only the sound of your ragged breaths mingling, the feel of his skin against yours, and the brilliant, uncaring sun watching over you.
your broken plea seemed to shatter what little control he had left. he let out a ragged groan, his head falling to the crook of your shoulder as his hips drove into you, harder and deeper than before. the pleasure was blinding, a white-hot pulse that stole your thoughts and left you a gasping, writhing thing beneath him.
"that's it," he panted against your skin, his voice a strained, reverent whisper. "s’okay pretty girl." the words made you clench around him. he hissed, his rhythm faltering for a beat. "gods, you feel like you were made for me. like the gods saved you just for me..."
he shifted, angling his hips, and the next thrust sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through you. you cried out, your back arching off the ground as your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging into the sweat-slicked muscle of his back. he was relentless now, a steady, powerful rhythm that pushed you higher and higher, each stroke hitting that perfect, devastating spot inside you.
"look at you," he growled, lifting his head to watch you, his dark blue eyes burning with an intensity that was almost frightening. "so beautiful. my pretty princess spread out and taking me so well." he punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust that made you see stars. "do you hear me? most beautiful woman i’ve ever known, ever seen-"
you could only whimper in response, your mind gone, your body a vessel for the pleasure he was giving you. the world outside this clearing ceased to exist. there was only the sound of your ragged breaths mingling, the feel of his skin against yours, and the brilliant, uncaring sun watching over you. the coil in your belly was winding tighter and tighter, a delicious, unbearable tension that was begging to snap.
"please, dunk!" you sobbed, not even sure what you were begging for. more? faster? for it to never end?
he seemed to understand. he reached between your bodies, his calloused thumb finding your clit and circling it once, twice. that was all it took. the pleasure that had been building crashed over you in a blinding, deafening wave. you screamed his name as your orgasm tore through you, your body convulsing, your inner walls clamping down around him like a vise.
he followed you over the edge with a hoarse shout, his body shuddering violently as he spilled himself inside you. he collapsed on top of you, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure, his face buried in your hair. you were both panting, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts beating a frantic, synchronized rhythm against your ribs. after a long moment, he rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms and tucking you against his chest.
"i love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "i've loved you from the moment i first saw you."
tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy.
"i love you, too," you whispered back, your hand resting over his heart. "always."
