•FARMER RICK’S COLT PYTHON•

It was all getting too much for him so he quickly calmed himself down and swung over to your place, beyond desperate for a distraction before his brain exploded.

You jumped when you heard the knock at your fire escape but you quickly walked over, opening it when you saw his familiar face.

You couldn’t even open your mouth to speak when Peter quickly went in, mask in hand, and smashed his lips onto yours.

You gasped as his hands pulled you towards him, keeping you as close as possible to his body. You didn’t have time to think so you kissed back making him moan and reach down to lift you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he made his way straight to your bedroom, as if he knew your place like the back of his hand.

His tongue slipped into your mouth expertly and fast, your hands reached up to his hair to tug on his curls. He groaned into your mouth and within seconds your back was met with your mattress.

You had never seen him this eager before, with his hands tearing through every item of clothing, and his teeth nipping at your skin.

There was no time to ask why the hurry as he got in between your legs and started eating your pussy like there was no tomorrow.

You moaned, letting your hands go down to run through his curls. Instead of taking his time and teasing you like he loved doing, he was the complete opposite.

His head was moving up and down as his mouth worked overtime, sucking and licking every crevice of your pussy.

Somehow with just those few seconds of excitement it was enough for you body to get wet for him.

Wouldn’t be the first nor last time that happened.

“Fuck Peter-“ you moan, instantly making him moan against you.

It sent a shiver down your spine and before you could blink, he was off and climbing on top of you. You sat up a bit as he moved towards you and you instinctively opened your mouth.

He didn’t hesitate and instantly thrusted his hard cock all the way then held your head to keep you there. His hairs tickled your nose and you felt your eyes well up with tears already before he let you go and his cock slipped out.

You took a deep breath only for him to thrust himself down your throat again. Right when you were about to move your head, he pulled out once again then got off the bed.

His strong arms then pulled you to the edge of the bed before lifting your legs up high. They were spread as he slapped his cock on your dripping cunt, the noises being more obscene than usual.

He looked down where your bodies were about to meet, damn near salivating before he locked up and locked eyes with you.

You could have sworn his eyes looked completely black but right when you were going to take a closer look, he slammed inside you.

You whimpered as he bottomed out, putting your legs on his shoulders before he started to move. His thrusts were instantly hard and fast, which caught you by surprise.

But you weren’t opposed to it.

Not when every inch of him was bullying its way inside you like never before.

He was grunting and groaning with every thrust as if you weren’t even there.

As if you were just a hole he needed to fuck and fill.

You always told him this was something you’d be up for but now that he was actually doing it, you felt so needy.

His eyes were rolled back as he held your legs up, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. You moaned along with him as he continued his brutal pace, using your poor pussy like a toy.

You felt so dirty.

But couldn’t help getting wetter.

If this was how he was going to be then it was definitely something you could get used to.

And his dirty words were only making you worse with every passing second.

“Fits me so perfectly.”

“Take it like that, baby.”

“I love this fucking pussy.”

You whimpered out and he moaned your name, squeezing your skin — you decided to hold your legs for him so he pushed them down and he moved down as well.

You cried out when he thrusted his hips into yours, giving you no mercy whatsoever as he pounded his cock into you.

With the slight change his cock now reached deeper inside you and his thrusts didn’t slow down, no they were even worse.

It felt so good and you didn’t have words to say, his cock leaving you dumb and whiny.

You really did try to think of something smart to say but nothing came up besides broken sobs and pleas for more.

He listened and leaned down a little more, his head above yours as you locked eyes while he pounded into you. His curls were falling and some were already stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.

You let go of your legs and grab onto his arms which were by your side. You squeezed his arms as he kept his relentless pace, making you both moan at the same time.

Your eyes were fluttering but his were right on you, watching your every reaction and moaning louder.

Suddenly he slowed down, almost pulling all the way out before slamming right back in.

You whimpered and gave him a pout while he repeated the action again.

He had a devious grin on his face as he did it again, grunting your name under his breath.

Your nails dug into his skin making him groan and it was like activating a switch because he stopped. He pulled back and brought your legs down before just spreading them wide and hovering over you.

Your hands went up to the back of his neck, playing with his hair when he went back to his rough thrusts.

“God- you’re so tight.” He groans, making you whimper, “J-Just for y-you Peter.”

“Good girl.” He moans, bringing a hand to cup your jaw.

You bite your lip and his eyes go down to it, before leaning down and kissing you. You kissed back and he slipped his tongue inside, clearly impatient.

Your tongue glided against his messily and he gave the same beefy back. He moaned in your mouth which earned himself a needy whimper from you.

You were so focused on the kiss you almost forgot how he was fucking your brains out.

His hips were pressed flush against yours, with every deep push he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release.

And he could feel that you were the same.

You were clenching against him more, your walls entrapping his cock and almost throbbing in need.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, “tell me what you want.”

He rammed into you hard, making you cry out then whine, unable to think.

He was pleased with himself and whispered, “c’mon you can do it.”

You stubbornly shook your head making him groan, “fine.”

Right when you thought he was going to pull out his movements were somehow even faster than before.

“I’ll just take what I needed from you-“ he grunts instantly making you whimper.

He chuckles then murmurs, “Mm dirty girl.. fuck I needed you so bad baby.”

“Peter!”

“Tell me you want me to make this needy pussy come.” He whispers, his dark eyes on yours.

Your vision was so hazy but they were so clearly different but you couldn’t focus on that when you felt your orgasm being right there.

“Please make us cum. Please, please!” You plead, followed by a loud cry.

He groaned and with a final deep thrust he spilled his load and you felt yourself explode on his cock. Your body shook as you came with him and your lips collided with his as he tried to drown out both your cries and moans.

You lazily kissed him back as your legs shook and your poor pussy was clenching against him. But he wasn’t pulling out.

And he was still cumming.

You suddenly felt very full and tried to push him off but he didn’t budge and slid his tongue inside your mouth to distract you.

You whimpered, shivering as he just kept pumping more and more cum inside you. Never in your life have you ever felt so full and he just wasn’t stopping.

But it was like he couldn’t, not that he didn’t want to.

He pulled away from you, eyes tired as he pulled out and came on your clit. Two seconds later it finally stopped and his load was spilling out all at once, dripping down to your asshole and straight onto your bed cover.

You looked down and watched in shock as he did the same but he had a look in his eye that had you guessing what he wanted to do.

In a blink of an eye he dropped to his knees and he was slurping up his cum. He was eating it out of you, with no care if you were sensitive or not, just swallowing drop after drop.

When it finally felt like it all came out he slipped two fingers in and started fingering you slow.

Then the rest of the cum came out slowly but surely and he licked it all off you.

When he finished, he climbed up, and you joined him, quickly getting comfortable in his arms as he calmed his breathing and wiped his mouth.

She knew she’d never have to feel that way again. Because there wouldn’t be another night when they weren’t sleeping next to each other. If it weren’t for the kids, they would probably never leave their bed. 

Lips caressed her chest, then her neck, then her cheek. Michonne smiled at her husband’s morning wake-up routine. It always started with kisses.

She scratched his scalp. “I thought you were sleeping?”

“I was, but my dream ended. Guess it was time for me to wake up."

“I hope good dreams.”

“I'm dreaming about you again. About us in different worlds.” He kissed her shoulder.

“How did we fall in love this time?”

Rick lifted onto his elbow and stared down at his wife. “We were both walking our dogs at a dog park. They became best friends, then we became best friends and fell in love.”

Michonne laughed. “I like that.”

Rick smiled at her laughter, but his face soon turned serious. “All those years we were apart, I dreamed of ways we could have fallen in love if the world didn’t end. But having too much time to think, I wondered if something like my dreams could happen. Would it have been possible for us to meet in Georgia and fall in love?”

“What was your conclusion?”

“That we wouldn’t because you were too glamorous, too cultured. You wouldn’t want a country boy like me.”

Michonne lips downturned into a slight frown. “No, that’s not it. I like to think that what’s meant to be will always be. Somehow, some way, the universe would have conspired for us to be together. With all of our children alive and well. Nothing about what we have can be denied."

Rick shook his head and stared down at Michonne in awe. “How are you so perfect?”

She ran her hand down his beard. “Not perfect. Just perfect for you.”

Lord knows he wore you out earlier.

He stripped his jacket off, followed by his shoes to pad quietly across the floor. He rolled his shoulders to ease the ache. Tried to ignore the pounding in his head and block out how loud everything was in his mind. It wasn’t easy to shake some days. 

Corruption and pressure threatened to make his walls crumble. His strict moral code and stabilizers were stripped away to almost nothing. Fisk exploited him. 

But the moment he saw you in his bed, he exhaled some of the tension and smiled.

His North Star.

It was hard to believe some days that he had someone like you. He considered himself lucky to have someone so good. So perfect. 

Light spilled into the room as he opened the door completely. He didn’t approach right away, content just to hear your soft and steady breathing. You were curled up slightly, tucked under the comforter right where he left you. Where you belonged. 

He let out a breath, his fingers flexing. You were there. You were real.

The mattress dipped under his weight after he lifted the comforter, still careful so he didn’t disturb you yet. He should’ve showered and changed, but he had to hold you. Listening and watching you could only satisfy him so much.

He slid in easily beside you, something loosening in his chest when he wrapped an arm around your waist. His nose brushed your neck, his lips following. You were so soft. So warm.

Everything that he dealt with outside of his place, the visions of blood and a dark abyss, it all faded away thanks to you.

He nearly groaned when you sighed, his eyes briefly shutting. It was the same sound you let out every time he slowly entered you. Every sound you made was music to his ears, but that one in particular got beneath his skin and swam in his veins. 

Maybe it was because it was gentle and he didn’t have many gentle things in his life. 

“Missed you, sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Thought of you all night. It kept me going.”

He suddenly pictured the first time you smiled at him. It was on a rainy day, and your smile made the day brighter. It was one of the most genuine things he had ever seen. In a city full of liars, you were something that remained true. 

It was something he had to keep for himself. 

Your breathing changed when his mouth moved back to your neck and his fingers dug into your waist, making him smile gently. You weren’t quite awake yet. But you were getting there. 

“You’re so good, you know that?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “So good to stay right here. Waiting for me.”

Coming home to you made him feel normal because it was something that normal people craved. Stability. Love. He deserved that. He deserved good things. 

He deserved you. 

He lifted his head in time to see your eyes flutter open. The innocence in your gaze was a stark contrast to the predatory gleam in his. Even as he smiled, he looked like a wolf about to sink his teeth in.

And you were such a delicious meal. 

“...Dex?” you asked groggily.

He craved the way you said his name. 

“Yeah,” he said, his fingers brushing your cheek as you blinked the sleepiness away. “I’m home.”

He saw the confusion flicker across your face when you shifted your body. Well, you tried to at least. The bindings wrapped securely around your wrists and headboard didn’t exactly give you much room to move around. That was the whole point.  

“Dex… What…” 

He frowned when the confusion bled into panic, his hand pressing firmly but not harshly on your chest to keep you as still as possible. Your heart raced faster beneath his palm and your eyes widened, your fear evident as he tilted his head. He understood why you were scared and yet he didn’t get it at all. He wasn’t going to hurt you. 

He’d never hurt you. 

But he should’ve anticipated this. 

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re okay,” he said with practiced ease, kissing your forehead and letting his mouth rest there to ease your frightened expression. “I’ve got you.”

“You… Did you…” Your breath hitched. “You tied me up?!”

He did after he ruined you, cleaned you up, and made sure you were fast asleep. His hand had drifted to your hip, your body pliant and willing, before he stopped himself. He’d save that for another night. The two of you had a lifetime to make every fantasy come true. 

Every dream, too. 

“Yeah I did, but you’re safe,” he assured you. 

A frightened sound escaped you, your body trembling lightly. 

His jaw clenched. It wasn’t one of your sweet or happy sounds, and it worked its way into his bones before he could stop it. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him. He couldn’t have you afraid of him. At the end of the day, he was a good guy. 

You needed to trust him to take care of you. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said quietly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I should’ve done it while you were still awake so I could explain.”

“E-Explain?” you repeated, your voice small. 

You hadn’t screamed once since you woke up, so that had to be a good sign. 

“I just needed to know you’d be here when I got back. That’s all. Needed to know you weren’t going to…” He trailed off and took a breath. “It doesn’t matter. I’m here. You’re here. That’s what matters, so you don’t need to be scared, okay? Not of me.”

You didn’t know about the cameras he set up, but he checked them throughout the night to make sure you were safe. Seeing you vulnerable, it was a reminder that he had to come home to you. And it was a reminder that you couldn’t leave. 

Not that you would leave him. His North Star wouldn’t abandon him. Binding you was just an extra precaution. 

Plus, you looked good bound to his bed. 

He could even watch the footage of the two of you from earlier. 

“I’m not-”

“Leaving,” he finished for you. “I know.”

You weren’t going to leave him. 

“Think of this like a kink,” he said, a subtle smirk forming. 

Kinks were normal. 

This was normal.

“Your wrists don’t hurt, do they?” he asked, concern laced in his tone, moving a hand to take yours and lace your fingers together. 

You shook your head slowly. Of course, they didn’t hurt. He was careful. 

He took care of you. 

“Good,” he said, his breath ghosting your lips. “Then I’ll keep you tied up just a little bit longer, okay?”

He swallowed down whatever you had to say when lips covered yours, his hand sliding to your neck and resting there while his tongue explored your mouth. You tasted so sweet. He wanted you. Wanted to be inside you. 

His hips shifted against yours before he caught himself and broke the kiss. He pressed his forehead to yours and exhaled slowly, his grip loosening. You needed just a little more rest before he wore you out again. 

“Shh. Go back to sleep,” he urged, smiling softly before he settled over you like a blanket, his lips caressing your skin. “I’ll be here when you wake up, and we can talk more about it.”

Your pulse still pounded under his touch and his own heartbeat picked up. But he kept his breathing steady, silently urging you to match his. He relaxed, too, like he was someone warm and comforting and not someone smothering you. 

It took a minute, but your eyes shut. Maybe you thought it was a dream. He’d remind you that it was very real, and that he wasn’t going anywhere when you woke up again. 

He would always be there. 

Just like you would always be there. 

Even if he had to tie you to his bed every single night to keep you. 

Things could be worst, right? He's trying so hard to be normal. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️