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RICK GRIMES :

dom!rick who fucks his frustration out on you .

pervert!rick who rubs himself shamefully against your folds whilst everybody else is asleep in their cell blocks .

olderbf!rick fucking you after date night .

cheater!rick fucking you when Loris away .

fucking yourself on boyfriend!rick ‘s cock after a long day .

secretly riding cheater!rick in the rv .

acting a whore on olderbf!rick’s cock .

DARYL DIXON :

sub!daryl who gets whiny when you finally fuck him .

riding redneck!daryl .

quick fuck w/ boyfriend!daryl on a run .

getting stuffed by bigdick!daryl .

showing redneck!daryl what you’ve got .

SHANE WALSH :

older!bf shane who cant wait until the two of you get home, resulting in fucking in a restaurant toilet .

olderbf!shane who cant help but cream his pants as you ride him, needing more of you .

deputy!shane fucking you in the middle of his shift .

secretly riding possessive!shane in the rv .

getting fucked by bigdick!shane (farm era) .

© 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘥 2026

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RICK GRIMES :

playing games (18+)- p1 - p2 - @kitty-grimes

valentines celebration (18+) - @rickgrimes-cupid

rescue mission (18+) - @rickydoodahgrimez

the lakes (18+) - p1 - p2 - p3 (ongoing) - @kyrasworldd

chastity (18+) - @ivolyn

something for you (18+) - @kitty-grimes

not a toy (18+) - @dollfacefantasy

keep ‘em on (18+) - @tinytownn

where the forbidden fruit resides (18+) - @kyrasworldd

mankind’s divine punishment - @jacksabbotts

pawing (18+) - @dollfacefantasy

be quiet (18+) - @rickgrimes-cupid

how can he resist you? (18+) - @uglylittlelamb

s4, ep16 (18+) - @imyourbratzdoll

a taste of sin/damnation (18+) - p1 - p2 - @morutelolita

just a little (18+) - @kittyminion

couldn’t make it harder - @pencil-n-pen

RICKYL :

friendly conversation (18+) - @twd-bee3

money spot (18+) - p1 - p2 - @thewalkingbred

toke (18+) - @thewalkingbred

plenty pretty (18+) - @nastydogpublishingco

idle hands (18+) - @c0yotebites

DARYL DIXON:

lurk (18+) - @thewalkingbred

trailer park!daryl - @uglylittlelamb

warm hands (18+) - @officergrimesloml

don’t you know you’ll be my ruin? (18+) - @kyrasworldd

daryls glad your boyfriends gone. - @uglylittlelamb

new blood in an old place - @morutelolita

making sure it takes (18+) - @morutelolita

lustful override (18+) - @uglylittlelamb

NEGAN SMITH:

negan’s favourite wife (18+) - @imyourbratzdoll

sick (18+) - @amethystfawn

the fine line (18+) - @morutelolita

fuckin’ favourite (18+) - @writella

cry if i want to (18+) - @dollfacefantasy

SHANE WALSH :

go on baby - get out my hair (18+) - @pink-petal-horns

playin’ dangerous (rick + shane, 18+) - @liliesdiary

lost at sea (18+) - @morutelolita

forest fucking (18+) - @loomiseater

©kyrasworldd 2026

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !, porn w/ very little plot, religious references, age gap (reader is hershel's middle daughter so around 19), biting, virginity being taken, degradation of reader's religion, p in v, spanking + groping, Dom Daryl / sub reader, dirty talk, slight aftercare

pairings: s2!daryl dixon x greene!fem!reader

word count: 804 words

songs I listened to while writing: emotions, white feather hawk tail dear hunter (remix), love is a losing game, fake the aroma, inbred...

a/n: Quick smut for you guys as I work on my Rick fic !! think my religious trauma came a little into play w this, apologies, i'm ovulating x

No amount of repentance was going to save you from this, not now.

The both of you knew this was a mistake, a grave one at that. If your father was to ever to find that a man, years older than the purest of his daughters had been the one to take her innocence in the home that he had welcomed him and his group into, he’d take that shotgun where it lay in the bedroom drawer and put a bullet to his head, consequences be dammed…

Your father loved you dearly, loved all of his daughters in the way that God had assigned for him to do. 'Love one another as I have loved you' was a quote that you were very much familiar with, something your father, the devoted man of God that he was, had driven into you and your sisters heads ever since infancy.

But since Rick Grimes and his cohorts had came to live on your father's land, the religious saying you had been following your entire life was starting to slip. The group, as grateful as most of them were, were starting to get on your last nerve. Did they really have nowhere else to go? Your father was too kind and the downfall of the barn made that clear. After the events of that day, it seemed that there was somebody else that hated the group as much as yourself and it wasn't Maggie.

Daryl Dixon was exactly the type of man your father wouldn't accept of. Maybe that was what made you so attracted to him, the chance to taste sin. The world had came to an end anyways... it was silly to believe God was still here, watching over you and your family. So with that, you decided it was time you acted out, let your desires roam free, even if the consequences to them were to be dire.

You quickly became infatuated with Daryl. Lust had began to consume you whole, leading to the older man now moving in response to your quietly contained whimpers against his palm.

'yer like that, huh? like that pretty lil' mouth bein' forced shut f'me?'

He whispers down into your ear, his body shifting against the curve of your ass placing his palm flat against your linen covers so that he could hover over your smaller figure, driving himself deeper into your virgin pussy. The way you tighten at his words makes him gruff even deeper, the squeeze of your pussy around his member making him pump himself harder into you.

The force of his movements leads you to mindlessly bite down on the rough skin of his palm, salt and grit now dissolved against the tip of your tongue, leading you to whimper deeper into his hand. You reach out for the embroidered pillow your recently deceased step-mother had made for your 15th birthday as he moves faster than before, nails now dug into the sides of the immaculate Marys face portrayed on the front of the cushion, earning a little laugh from Daryl as he caught eye of it.

'wouldn't be holdin' on ta mary now baby'

He teases, the smirk on his face hidden from view as he continues to drill into you from behind, not slowing his movements for even a second.

'fuck- mmph-- you'

You reply pathetically, hurling closer and closer to finishing, letting your head drop into the face of the virgin woman and letting yourself moan into the pillow instead of Daryl's hand which had now made its way to your ass instead, gripping the piece of flesh aggressively before smacking down on it quietly. Your back arches up further in response, moving your hips back into his gurthy length like a bitch in heat when his movements start to get sloppier.

'mm-- cmon, come on ma dick sweetheart'

He moans this time, making sure to keep his voice down, unlike yourself who is still moaning and whining desperately into the pillow as he feels his cock twitch inside of you, indicating that he was close. But he holds himself back, making sure you ride out your own filthy orgasm before he slips out of you, shooting his load onto the expanse of your back with a low and deep groan.

The image is almost pornographic. Even as he comes down, he can feel his cock twitch at the sight of you fucked out on your stomach before him, head rested atop of a goddamn symbol of virginity. The irony of it.

He leans over you slowly, taking the roll of tissue placed half hazardly on your bed side and cleaning you up gently, not bothering to move you from the position you were clearly comfortable being in and letting himself rest beside you.

You were both going to hell for this.

© 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘥 2026

Disclaimers !

⋆˚࿔ reader is 29 + Robby's younger sister who works as a surgeon and has worked at the Pitt before :p

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© 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 2026

Disclaimers !

⋆˚࿔ reader is 29 + Robby's younger sister who works as a surgeon and has worked at the Pitt before. Lore will be given on reader's past along the way so don't worry! :p

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© 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 2026

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !, smut w/ fluff + angst, porn w/ too much plot, reader is a #loner like myself, age gap (readers is in their early 20s), cheating , suggestive, mentions of shane, lori, etc , somnophilia, slight obsession from reader (theyre just a lil yearner), confused lovers,

pairings: s2!rick grimes x gn!reader - s2, ep4

word count: 2.2k

songs I listened to while writing: the lakes, illicit affairs, visions of Gideon, your best American girl, crush, the river ...

a/n: this is my first time writing smut in a while so pls, dont judge <_>. i personally really like this fic (kinda proud of it) so i hope you guys like it! i left the ending ambiguous but if people want a p2 i might consider doing it. also finally proof read LOL. confirmed series <3

moodboard - p2 - p3

You didn’t belong. You never really had and even as the world came to an end, you still couldn’t fit into the group, even at the stakes of your own survival. To the group you were seen as weaker, you knew how they thought, had been with them so long to know exactly how they were thinking and for some, it made them feel inferior, leaving them to disregard you when it came to group conversations and more.

The only person who had ever had your back apart from the family you had lost so early on was Jim. Back in Atlanta he had been like a brother for you, somebody you could always rely on but, he had gone too, just like they all had. But lately, you had found yourself coming into conversation with Rick a whole lot more than you had used too.

Since your arrival at the farm, Rick had come to acknowledge you more. You still found it hard to understand why but, you weren’t unhappy with the change, far from it in fact. It was nice to have a man like rick looking out for you, an older authorial figure, it was comforting, a feeling you hadn't felt from anybody in a long, long time.

And as ricks life slowly began to unravel around him, there you were, looking to him with them deep set of eyes. You were a temptation he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist for long, not with the stress of what Lori and Shane had been and not with the pressure on how a leader should guide his people instead of continuing to let them down, again, and again.

On the days where the refuge of the farm had gotten too much to bare, you found yourself nearing the swamp, never too close to the walkers but close enough to hear the calming sound of the stream. It wasn't as if anybody would notice your disappearance on camp anyway… to them, you were invisible, an extra mouth to feed and you hated how it had started to make you feel, so much so you were genuinely starting to consider the offer Shane had placed infront of you a few days prior.

You spent most your days on the farm drowning them out, sitting by the stream writing whatever you could in your journal. Recently, the pages of your journal had only been on Rick... little poems on how sweetly he had spoken to you, quick sketches of his face peppered with salt and pepper stubble as the sun set on the farm… you knew it was silly and most of all, you knew it was wrong. But, could anybody really blame you? Rick was a handsome man and there was no harm in fantasising a little, right?

but it wasn't just a fantasy.

Rick had began to notice your drifting away from camp, disappearing in the early mornings or into the late hours of the night. But this evening after Lori had finally decided her secrets were worth telling, he acted on impulse, needing to clear his head and walked down to where he knew you would be hiding.

The snap of a twig in the growing darkness of the greene’s woods made you jump, clutching your well-used pocket knife in your twitching hand as you turn, heart racing faster than it had in months.

‘only me darlin’’

rick says gently, making you aware of his presence as he moved slowly towards your smaller form, not wanting to scare you. A hint of a smile finds its way onto his face, just noticeable in the only light of the moon creeping through the tree branches.

You sigh softly, letting your grip, still held tight, against the ruggedness of your pocket knife drop inside your pocket, closing the journal which lays beside your feet and beginning to stand. He looks even more beautiful in this lighting and you hate yourself even more as you are already making a mental note of this image of him in your head, stored away inside your brain for the nights you want to get off to something you wished didn't have to be somebody already claimed.

‘I know , I shouldn’t be out here… I'm sorry’

You already begin to apologise, a common habit of yours seen already from Rick at camp. You're not able to meet his eyes, to ashamed from what you were just thinking and instead, move o return back to camp. However, he stops you, reaching out and taking your smaller hand in his own. He’s surprisingly warmer against your numbed skin and the feel of another’s skin against your own is foreign but, nice. He lets his thumb move against the skin, just below your own ever so softly before meeting your eyes and gently, taking his other hand to cup your cheek, providing more warmth for your bleak skin.

For a second, Rick dosen't think about Lori. Or Shane. Or the family that he had here. The only thing that can form inside Rick Grime's head is how it finally felt to hold your face in his palm, how it had felt so right. The amount of nights he had imagined himself doing this, letting his thumb graze against your lips and taking you right where the both of you stood. What scared him the most was that he nearly had.

‘should be gettin’ back to camp, t’s dark.’

With that, he drops his hand, retreating the piece of flesh as if it has been burned to the touch and placing it back into his warmer pocket, retreating away from yourself. before the silence between the two of you is broken by the sound of your voice cutting through it.

‘i'm leaving rick.’

You announce, leading the man to turn back, right eyebrow slightly raised in confusion as his eyes skim over your softened features once again, taking them in as the seriousness of your words slowly start to sink in.

‘shane wants to go and- and so do I. I don't belong here rick, y’know that better than anybody. i'm causing problems and you, you don’t need that, not from me, not now’

You admit, words slightly hoarse as they come out your throat but still, you hold your ground. It was the right thing to do, you were sure of it and you knew that deep down, he was too. You couldn’t continue to stay in a place where you knew you weren't welcome and stirring problems... it would never work out for you, you didn't expect it too, Not when the man you loved too dearly wasn't yours.

‘don't be tellin’ me what i need y/n, you dont- you dont have to leave, especially with- with Shane. You aint cousin' no problems, not for me.’

Rick begins to explain, words coming out a little more frantic than he had hoped they would as he found himself placing his own hand across yours again, eyes focused to your face once again. If anybody was causing problems it was Shane, he should be leaving by himself, not dragging you down with him. He wouldn't allow it.

‘Let's get you back to the farm and, we'll- we’ll talk about this, properly.’

his thumb moves in its regular motion against the crease of your own as he had done before to soothe you, to try and make you believe in what he was saying. But it just wasn’t cutting.

‘I'm sorry Rick, i'm going’

You let go of his hand with that, holding what little self respect you had for yourself left and walking away from the conversation, back to the camp. In the morning you would be gone, set off down the highway with Shane, away from the group who had never accepted you as their own but also, departed from the one man who’s soul had been torn apart onto your pages at the hands of yourself, now to be carried with you for however long you were to survive without him.

The thought had your body running cold but, you dismissed it, climbing into the little space you had been given in your tent and setting off to bed. Tomorrow, you would be rid of this farm, rid of all the bad luck you had been carrying with you and onto these people but most of all, rid of Rick.

He just couldn’t see you go, not without the goodbye he so desperately needed.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep. A few hours, a few minutes. It didn’t matter now. The feel of somebody’s colder fingers tracing against your now warmer skin had led you to stir, a slight movement made half-asleep, welcoming the fingers that were now moving upwards of your inner thigh. You hadn’t fully woken up yet, hadn’t fully opened your eyes but, the feel of hard lips pressed against your pulse point and the pressure of another body on your own led you to awake this time.

‘Rick?, what- what are you’m doing’

you murmur as the man creeps on top of you, sturdy hands moving to press your thighs apart and you cant help but moan softly when he does so, the feel of his growing erection pressed against your most needed area feeling exquisite and, you couldn't help but feel the need for more. This was crazy, this was wrong… but you weren’t about to back out now, and neither was he.

‘dropped that lil book of yours, had a quick read- couldn’t let ya’ leave all riled up now could i?’

He whispers with a soft grunt, belt buckle clinking against itself as he begins to rid himself of his trousers, needing to feel himself inside of you like he had wished for so long, craved for so long.

You must have completely forgotten about the journal, left it by the swamp after your talk with Rick. Fuck. He must’ve seen everything from the small doodles to the poems written on how the temptations building between the two of you were coming to much to bare, itching to get out of your skin and be acted on. Before you could even ask about what he had read, he pushes inside of you without any warning, body immediately irking up into him and a pathetic whimper falling past your lips before you could stop it.

‘God-‘

Is the only word you can fathom as he settles his thick, pulsating cock inside of you, relishing the feeling of how he felt around your tightening walls before letting himself move against them, pleasuring the both of you with it.

‘couldn't let you go- not without doin’ this...'

He grunts against you, burying his face up against the cuff of your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before settling down onto it lightly. His hands move on impulse up your body, touching whatever he could feel as his movements into you came into a regular rhytmn, a rhythm which had you whimpering softly beneath him.

‘s’good. knew you’d be- always knew’

He admits lowly into your ear as he kisses up your neck, body consumed by the fire and no longer caring for the burns he would receive, only the feel of you beneath him and the noises which had him hurling towards his finish faster than he had been expecting. He speeds himself up in a second, touching you in the places you needed the most so you would come and finish with him, needing to feel you squeeze around himself.

‘rick- rick im gonna,’

‘yeah, yeah- let go f’me’

he grunts again, sweat glimmering off of his skin, reflecting off the candle light inside of your oil lamp, the only light inside of the tight space of your tent. and as your eyes flickered open, resting upon his own blue ones, you saw past the unbridled lust and instead, the love that was beginning to bloom between the two of you. it was wrong but it was there, something that couldn’t be mistaken and as you found it, your body let go, letting out a cacophony of moans under his palm, eyes still held onto his own in a trance like state, not being able to pull yourself away from the bright blue iris’s that you had sketched so many times before.

Rick found himself leaving a few minutes after the two of you came down, a little lost in his way after the incredible orgasm he had felt but also the other feeling he had felt, one he had known you had too and one that would stick with him a whole lot longer than the fleeting feel of pleasure.. but what was he to do with that new found information? He had a wife, a son. This had been wrong, something he should have never acted on. But he had and now, in just a few hours, you were going to leave him behind and Shane would do the same for Lori.

Everything would be okay again, his family, so broken now, would be fixed again. But what if he didn't want that? If he was to lay next to his sleeping wife and son and read through the pages of your journal for the rest of his life, would that be fair? would that be right? that, that is what he would now have to decide for himself.

© 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘥 2026

warnings : 18+ MINORS DNI - switch!rick, switch!reader, strangulation, degradation + humiliation, semi-public sex?, religious references, paranoia + insanity through rick, age gap !

pairings : rick grimes x gn!greene!reader -s3

word count : 2.5k

songs i listened to while writing : all wound up, come undone, inbred, gibson girl, unpunishable, Dante, hush, ptolemaea

a/n : definitely didn't come up with this idea drunk... dark religious smut from me once again lolollolol. grimelings were a very big help in making this so love u guys ;))

It was wrong of him to fantasise about you, especially in the way he was.

His cock jittered beneath his tauten grip, stroking the flesh in painfully slow strokes as he disgustingly relished the feeling and thought behind what he was doing. Maybe him doing this was some sort of coping mechanism, something to put his mind off all the death he had endured, something to put his mind off of Lori. Even then, it was far from right, matter of fact, it was so, so wrong.

Still, he continued, hips lifting up in tandem to the flicks of his wrist, letting out quickened and quiet pants as he chased the release that was building, the release that was most unfortunately at the thought of you.

He imagined how it would feel to touch you, to feel your smoothed skin against the coarseness of his own, how it would feel to have his cock inside of you, using you as he pleased, touching you when he knew he couldn't.

Just the thought of touching something that he wasn't supposed to had him nearing his edge, biting down on the insides of his cheeks hard enough to draw blood. The metal of the beds frame was cold against the skin, numbing the nape of his neck as his hand moved at a faster pace than before. He was bumpy now, folding into himself quicker than he had expected and beginning to spasm at his fist, small squirts of cum left to rest on his skin, a reminder of what he’d just done.

The euphoric feeling settled, replacing itself with the guilt he had been prone to feel after the numerous times he had done this. And every time, he would tell himself the exact same thing. He wouldn't do this again.

The next morning, Rick awoke as he usually did, wiping a hand over his face as he forces himself up and out of his cell. Usually, nobody would be awake this early in the morning and for rick, that was great. He enjoyed having a little normalcy of his old life from it, even if it was just the feeling of waking up early like he used too, he was grateful for it.

Walking over to Judith’s crib, he stops in his step, eyes glaring into the back of the person at the foot of the crib, seemingly holding the baby to their chest, doing what he was hoping to. But you’d beat him to it.

Looking at you now, his mind as sickened as it was, had him recollecting what he’d been doing the night before, what he’d been doing a lot of these nights over the past few weeks. His mind forced him to remember how he had been fucking himself to the thought of you and only you. Now, as you held Judith in your arms who showed no signs of irritation, it did nothing to stop these thoughts he was having of you. More so, it made them worse.

Turning on your heel, the sight of Rick has you smiling instantly, a soft expression as you come eye to eye with the father of the child you were so happily looking after.

‘Hey Rick!… you wanna hold her?’

You ask, voice holding the same familiar cheery innocence it always held as you hold Judith to your chest, letting the baby girl nestle into you comfortably. Even with the things you’d seen, you stayed just as you were when he had met you at the farm, pure. And it really got him going.

The sight of you holding his daughter has his mind racing, thoughts he usually had into the night creeping up on him all at once - fuck, he had to control himself.

‘yeah- yeah, sure’

He stammers, eyes dragging awkwardly across the floor as the shame rises, no longer able to meet your own eyes until you pass him Judith, only meeting for a split second before he turns away in shame.

It was unfair how beautiful you could look without trying. The purse of your lips as you watched him, how attentively you cared for a child that wasn’t even yours, the delicate cross that sat where your collarbones met… it was all so attractive for him, especially when he knew it shouldn’t have been.

So there he was again, choosing to fist his cock instead of trying to get these thoughts of you he’d been plagued with out of sick head. Knowing you were sleeping in the cell block beside him, nimble body curled up in the sheets, scarless and sweet unlike himself, had him getting hotter already.

He didn’t know what it was with you… was it the fact you hadn’t killed a walker? not even once?, or was it how even as leader, he wanted something he knew he couldn’t? somebody far too young for him and somebody who was untouched by the sins he was infected by. you were the perfect example of a christian, just as your father had intended you to be.

The thought, once again, had him whurring towards his release, rocking his hips up faster as he hissed under his breath, trying his hardest to keep himself down. But he just couldn’t.

Your name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, a soft whimper, but, saying your name aloud made it real. That didn’t mean he was going to stop though.

‘Rick…?’

The sleepy husk of your voice hits him far too late and when it had, he turns his head on tandem, tugging the sheets to cover him in the best way he can, sweat-slicking down strands of hair to his temple.He gulps stiffly, hoping you hadn’t seen what he was doing, or even heard for that matter as he watches you from outside of his cell, eyes reaching your own in the darkness of the cell block outside.

‘y/n… somethin’ wrong darlin’?’

He asks, voice hoarse as he chooses to feign innocence, only thing he could possibly think to do after being caught by the exact person his actions were over. The nickname, used ever so cruelly, has you smiling shyly, just in the way he wanted.

‘can i come in…? I need to talk to you.’

The question, as wonderful as it sounded coming from yourself, has him at a loss for words. His body, still slick and aching under the covers from what you may have seen him doing, froze at the words you spoke. If you had caught him, why were you acting so oblivious to it? Were you feigning this innocence just as he was?… Maybe the fruit that Hershel had nurtured so patiently wasn’t as perfect as he had thought it to be after all.

‘Yeah- um, come on in’

He ends up replying just a few seconds after, little disorientated but still, sitting up enough for the sheets to bunch around his waist, up against the low-value metal of the prison’s beds, adjusting himself in the best way he could when you come through. You make an effort to move the bars of the cell shut quietly in the lateness of the night, being weary to not wake anybody else up.

You move as carefully as you usually do, being sure to not meet Rick’s observant eyes in the blackness of the space, saved by the light of the moon coming through the prison’s musty block windows, reflecting off your own skin. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the aged springs creak beneath your weight as you settle, fingers fidgeting upon your lap as you struggle to find the words that are tangled and torn through ‘nerves’.

‘I think- I’ve done something bad.’

The words that leave your lips have Rick left confused, leading him to lean in further towards you in reaction, eyebrows furrowed in the slightest at his crow’s feet. He makes a wordless response through expression, the anxiousness that was coming off of you in vast waves washing off onto him aswell.

‘You have too… haven't you, Rick?’

Now that gets him.

‘I’m sorry?’

The way you've turned to him now, eyes staring right back at his own, as if you’re trying to challenge him has him raddled, eyebrows still drawn in confusion where they meet but now, much lighter than they had been before, trying to stay calm, even under your hardened gaze.

‘You heard me.’

Your voice, suddenly strong but wavering on its edges has him even more confused. Not once had you defied him, or anybody else for that matter. So, why were you here, in his cell, demeaning him for the actions you had very clearly saw him do. He’d expected you to run back and tell your father if you’d ever caught him, just as a sheep would to their shepherds but instead, you were coming face to face with him on the matter instead. And that scared him a little.

‘y/n, you should go-’

His confusion on the whatever was happening right now is further intensified when you lunge forward, lips colliding with his own in a way that borders on desperation, in a way that makes it seem that you had been wanting this just as bad as he had been fucking himself these nights over it too.

He didn't push back. He matches your intensity, hauling you swiftly to settle atop of him, wasting no time to rid you of your sleeping shirt, adorning your neck with kisses as he does so.

The stir of his cock under the thinned sheets has you rasping out a moan from your throat, the noise muffled by your lips that are pressed against his own again. In response to the stirring of his cock from his earlier activities, you move your hand down, entering the confined area underneath the covers, heat of his member warming your hand before it's even touched.

‘knew I saw you doing this’

You cant’t help but tease as your hand comes into contact with his throbbing cock, a kittenish smile making its way onto your face as you watch him bite back a whimper, eyes fallen low as he looks back at you, feral and submissive, making you move further down onto the print.

Your hips move slowly at first, mirroring the strokes you give to his shaft under the covers, dainty necklace falling back and forth against where your collarbones meet as you rub against him, the movement of the silver cross piece catching his eye and turning him on all the more. And you catch him, just before he leans his head back against the colder wall, paint flaking down as his head falls against the brick.

‘You want this as well?’

You press, taking the jewellery around the neck and lacing it around your fingers, smirking down at the man who's now a whimpering mess for the little you’re giving him.

‘y/n- jus’ shut up’

He grunts out, eyes flickering back open from where he rests against the wall, watching as you tease him, the humility of it making him want to turn you over and fuck you senseless for the way you were speaking to him, the way you were making him feel inferior for being caught acting in the way that he had for you. You were nowhere near as innocent as he had believed you to be, as you acted for everybody else… really, you were worse than he was.

‘what? cmon Rick use your words’

You tease further, leaning forward so that your breath can mingle with his own, the hotness of it leaving the two of you dizzy, even with the passion of the moment, hips still moving slowly against his clothed cock and stroking painfully slow, the slickness of his tip proving just how bad you were teasing him. And he’d had enough.

Before you can respond with another quip, he’s got you, body now strewn atop of your own, holding you down by your wrists, settled on the sides of your head in an almost painful grip. The aggression he shows makes you still for just a moment, breaths quickened as you stare back at him, seeing the primal lust within his irises.

‘I told you to shut up.’

He voices, tone harsher than it had ever been used on you. You can’t help but flutter at this new aggression he shows, hips lifting up instinctively as your held in place, his now naked dick pressed against your thigh teasingly.

‘looks who's desperate now…’

He quips, reiterating your earlier teases and watching you squirm because of it. The sight has his cock pulsating, hardening more than he had thought possible. He needed to fuck you, and fast.

So, he works on instinct, moving at an unbridled pace to get your clothes off, so far as ripping at the underwear you wore, just to get to where he needed most.

The moment he moves in, he knows you’ll squeal. His hand moves immediately to your mouth, allowing you to bite down on the roughened skin of his palm as he holds it across, pressing your further into the mattress with it. The violent and desperate feel of his hand pressing into your jaw bone at both sides has you biting deeper into his skin, moaning around the muscle and leading him to buck further inside of you.

At the sight of the silver piece around your virginial neck, acting as a constant reminder of who you were, he groans, taking the piece between his own fingers this time and leaning down, fucking you faster as he does so.

The tangle of the chain in-between his fingers leads it to strain around your neck, silver digging into the unblemished skin, choking your moans and blabbers from the effects of his cock. But Rick dosent stop. Instead, he holds the jewellery tighter, watching you choke quietly from the restraint, getting off on the sight faster than he ever had to only the thought of you with his fist.

‘You like that, don’t ya’?… ain’t so innocent after all.’

He quirks, letting go off the restraint the chain holds around your neck, just enough for you to respond. But all you can do is nod submissively, biting down on your perfectly pursed lips enough to draw blood as he moves with a set pace in and out of you, rough in his movements.

The feeling he gives you is beyond explicable, something you knew that the two of you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime sooner. The way he's talking to you, all wound up and domineering has you nearing your edge faster than you had hoped, clinging onto whatever skin you could grasp of his, pulling him impossibly closer.

‘Faster- faster’

The words roll right off your tongue desperately, almost in a babble as he follows your request, moving rapidly into you now, bordering on painful. And with that, his hips stutter, spilling into your heat with a muffled groan against the slick skin of your neck, leading you to follow at the sensation of his seed settling inside of you.

The cross he had once gripped so tightly falls back against your neck, the chain having left its mark against the skin, cut and bruising at the bone. But, the forbidden fruit had already been bruised to begin with, had it not?

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