20 Works by forcefictitious
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The whole thing is stupid. They’ve all become wilder since the fall. Just because he’s lost some modesty, or some social skills, just because he bothers them sometimes, just because he likes his food to himself and a little wind on his face…well, that doesn’t mean a damn thing.
or: as the modern world fades, so to does the line between human and animal
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hot in here (so take off all your clothes) by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)
02 Feb 2026
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Michonne is very, very sure of herself in the moment. Of course she is. Almost anything can be rationalized by the human brain in the face of desire, no matter how extremely and entirely stupid. Including…well, she’ll just grab something off the top of her head here- including, say, stripping naked and masturbating in a common area of the house, on a common piece of furniture, and in full view of the front door.
In the moment, it makes sense.
or: dont masturbate in your living room, a super sexy cowboy might walk in on you and eat your pussy
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hit/kiss by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
26 Jan 2026
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Some wet, sticky, retaliating sound reaches her ears, but she keeps her eyes trained very firmly on the road ahead. Trees, trees, a few walkers, more trees. She squeezes over his ankle. Rick whines and kicks his foot out as she does this, real childish. When she looks over at him, the hand he’s got on his dick has gone still. “‘Chonne."
“What?”
He’s pouting. “Look at me.” He rolls his hips up in emphasis. “Please." Her heart skips a beat. She feels her skin heat at the tone and the sweetness, and the memories that both connect to in her mind…filthy memories, of him tied down, close but unable to do anything for himself. Something about this really gets her. He knows it, of course- that’s why he’s putting it on.
or: what not to do while driving
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presents by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
21 Jan 2026
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“Looks like we found a place to stay for the night,” she says, and Rick is happy for it, don’t get him wrong- but tonight just seems so far away. She’s warm and real in front of him right now. It’s like he can feel all the long, terrible years touching him, all those endless moments where, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t reach out and have her. He thinks she probably sees what he’s thinking as she continues to look over his face. He can’t help himself. His whole body goes loose.
With a small step, he closes the last little foot of space between them. It backs her up slightly against the counter, and then she definitely understands, because she gets that amused look in her eyes, and she tilts her chin down at him very knowingly. Even though it’s already been said, he repeats it out loud. “What if I can’t wait that long?” It comes out maybe a little more coy than he’d intended. Michonne bites down on a pretty smile.
or: sex in the gift shop!
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new and familiar by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
17 Jan 2026
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“I can feel you watching me.”
Rick flicks his eyes up to her face at the words, away from the soft curve of her ass that he’d been staring at just a moment before. Michonne is leaning over the kitchen counter, pouring herself a cup of water out of one of the big jugs they’d found in the damp basement. Her locs are tickling down her bare back, the longest touching just above the sharpness of a bump in her spine. Despite being caught, Rick lets himself continue observing her as she finishes wiping up some spilled water with the back of her hand. The dimples in her back, her ass again, her legs. That mark.
“I like watchin’ya,” he says, smiling.
or: rick, appreciating all michonnes new changes.
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force applied by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
13 Jan 2026
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She buries her face against his, embarrassed and overwhelmed, and hears herself make a small noise. His grip on her becomes tighter. “Oh, honey.” She feels the curve of his muscles against the back of her head, strong and bigger than she remembers. When he tugs at her leg, her whole body moves, like she’s some weightless little thing and not a grown woman. It sends a spark of heat through her gut.
“They have you on some special training program back there?” She manages, smiling into his skin.
Rick pulls away slightly to look at her face. He’s got his own grin hanging, though it’s a bit incredulous. “You sayin’ I haven’t always been jacked?”
or: ricks built up a bit of extra muscle in the crm. michonne likes it.
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i give you kisses in the backseat by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
10 Jan 2026
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She drifts higher. Oh. Rick feels himself heat. It’s…it’s been a long time away from his wife, is all he’ll say in defense of himself. It doesn’t take too much to get him excited anymore. With the tip of her pinky finger, she traces against his zipper, right over the growing bulge in his jeans, and firm enough that the fabric shifts slightly against him. “Y’know what I’m thinking?”
Rick bites his tongue between his teeth. He smiles at her and shakes his head, not entirely trusting himself to respond. Her easy smile breaks back onto her face. It’s a delighted, light expression, matched by the way she scrunches up her nose as she leans in almost conspiratorially. “You ever sent a tasteful nood before?”
“Oh, get outta here.” More warmth blooms over his cheeks. “Knew you were gonna ask that.”
or: (not so) tasteful noods
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drunk in love (we be all night!) by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
07 Jan 2026
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Rick doesn’t seem surprised at the whiskey. They find it almost just a few minutes after the heavy cabin door closes behind them, tucked up in the back of one of the cupboards, against a moldy loaf of bread and a few dented cans- almost as if whoever left it there had been saving it for later. Unfortunately for them, Michonne notices it like a beacon, even under its heavy coat of dust. It’s been a long time since she’s seen anything like this, despite all their incessant scavenging. If she thinks back…probably since a few years ago, actually, when Rosita had brought a secret little pinot noir home with her, and been nice enough to share. Rick perks up at the excited noise she makes and turns to watch as she lifts it very carefully off the shelf.
It takes him a few seconds to realize what it is. Once he connects it to the look on her face, he chuckles at her fondly. “Deanna’s supply finally run dry?”
or: whiskey + a romantic cabin in the woods = nasty sex that we deserve to see!
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all mine by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live (TV), The Walking Dead (TV)
06 Jan 2026
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For a very, very small second, just before Rick is overtaken by his pure, undying terror, he feels something he has never felt before in his life. It’s a liquid sensation that surges up through his body as soon as he understands her face, and, while his mind is still lagging and trying to find if she’s real or only another vision, it envelops him entirely. It’s something from his bones and his insides: a recognition. Mine.
In the back of his mind, he hears that word as it has been translated, out from the movement and magnetisation of all his cells toward hers. Mine, mine, mine. My wife. After these long, long years of being dead and defined by nothing, some missing piece of his heart has come back to him. When his consciousness finally jogs and catches up, Rick finds himself as scared by that urge as he is by the weight of what her being here actually means.
or: returning to your wife is a very primal thing
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forever and ever, whenever i can by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)
31 Dec 2025
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The cruelest part of it all is how he returns to her- every night, in every spare moment, with all of his being. It’s the same way he’s always returned to her, and the way he always promised he would, when he was still lying warm on her pillow with their cheeks touching and their sweat on each other’s skin. Forever and ever, and whenever I can.
or: small ruminations on grief
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“I ain’t a prude, I’m just sayin’-”
Daryl reaches forward before he can even finish the sentence, tossing his arm out a bit to grab at his face, though his hand is quickly smacked away. “Look at him,” he says, leaning a bit too far over her body and almost losing his balance. “He’s all red. Think he wants y’ta give him some hickeys, ‘Chonne.”
or: richonne + hickeys
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The box is large, wooden, and dyed red. It shows up on their doorstep on the twentieth of December, tucked in their weekly wicker basket of supplies- right up next to the canned cranberry sauce, and frosting with early snow.
or: on the first day of christmas, (someone?) gave to me...
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Rick and Michonne are both assertive people with dominant personalities. They’re the same in that way, equal in their strength, their ability to lead, and their fire as well. It’s a trait of survival, the firmness that has to go along with the do-anything desperation if the do-anything desperation is actually going to mean anything. Many times over the span of their blurry and bending relationship, they’ve crossed hard with each other because of this. Now, though, in the heat of their love and comfort, and in the calm years after the Saviors, it’s become a pleasure to see who’ll win.
It’s a bit of a coin toss each time. Neither of them has a hard time swallowing their “losses.”
or: what it says on the tin, they're switches!
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He lets his gaze linger on her as she slips away after it. She moves quickly, calm and controlled, off through the forest. Her head tilts down to study the ground as she continues, looking for tracks. The breeze catches on her shoulder, and he watches her switch her step, tilting until it's blowing her scent down the wind. He’d seen her do that yesterday, as well. Michonne disappears behind a tall bush, and he almost sighs at the loss.
He’s quickly distracted, though. Another one of them makes a noise behind his back. He listens to its steps without turning his head, dull and uneven, tripping over the forest floor. Rick moves forward, hearing it continue after him, changing direction. His smell is blowing right down at it, and it locks on quick. He keeps moving. All his mind melts away, back into survival. It’s scary and gross, but it’s familiar. He knows what to do with it. There’s something larger than him out here, something that he can’t predict or lead. Something that takes his control away- just for a few seconds.
or: adjusting to alexandria isn't easy. rick and michonne help each other.
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Only after a few more seconds of listening does she hear something else- a second sound, echoing out through the room. At first, she thinks it might be an animal- but then she hears it again. It’s not that. Her head whips around. She’s almost about to get up and go look when it sounds out another time, louder and closer. For some reason, though, it doesn’t make her jumpy. She’s heard it before, she’s sure, she just can’t place it. Again. Again, and then-
Rick shifts, rolling in the sheets until his elbow is pressing against her thigh. “Michonne,” he mumbles, mouth pressed into her skin. “...’chonne.” The last little half of her name is strangled high out of his throat. Like an animal, almost... and Michonne’s suspicions are confirmed when he calls out for her once more, reedy and desperate. Oh.
or: domestic richonne + a wet dream
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i feel wonderful (because i see the love light in your eyes) by cloudninetynine (forcefictitious)
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)
09 Nov 2025
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Michonne shakes her head, still firm in her conviction to destroy him completely, which, somewhere, he is desperately glad for. Slowly, her thumb digs a bit harder into his bottom lip. She pulls it down to open his mouth for her, to examine the row of his bottom teeth and his tongue, and the dot of red blood blooming over it. A terrible, humiliating shudder wracks through him as he sees her eyes flash with lust. Her thumb slips past his lips, into his mouth, and he lets her inside him easily.
Her grip on his dick tightens. “You can do it,” she whispers, teasing again. Always teasing him, even like this. “Just ask."
or: rick grimes loves eating pussy
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Art looks down at him over his nose, frowning. “I’m not a prude," he defends, an offended lilt in his words. "I’m just normal, and not, like an exhibitionist, like you apparently are.” Patrick raises a brow like he doesn’t believe a word he’s saying. Just to make him mad. It works. “I’m serious, Patrick,” he repeats, sitting up a bit straighter. “I could have sex in front of you, or if you were listening like you apparently love to do now. It would be the exact same as normal. I probably wouldn’t even remember that you were there”
Patrick studies him, leaned back against the couch lazily. “Yeah?"
"Yeah." The word is spat out.
“Okay.” He tilts his head, challenging. “Okay. Prove it.”
or: the longest, stupidest game of gay chicken to ever be played
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The world goes black. A sharp ache blooms across his cheek, spreads upwards over his skin, and into his scalp. Disgusting pleasure erupts all over his body, and he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Fuck.
“You wanna fuck around like this?”
Another impact. Someone moans. Probably him.
“No one gets to do this to you.” Patrick says. He grabs the back of his neck and pulls his head forward, pulls him up onto his elbows. He hits him again. And again. Art never, ever wants him to stop.
or: sadomasochism is a difficult thing to get right.
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tashi presses a bit harder as she watches, tosses her hair over her shoulders. “y’know,” she says, her grip firm. “i’ve kissed you. and i’ve kissed him.” art doesn’t need to hear her finish the sentence to know where this is going. “i think the two of you are a bit behind here.”
“you think-” he gasps, delirious. “you think the two of us should kiss?”
a sardonic laugh, and patrick's fingers are back, carding through his hair. “yeah, she’s not exactly subtle about that one.”
or: 5 times patrick visits art and tashi at stanford + 1 time art visits tashi and patrick.
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“y’know you’re a bit touchy when you’re drunk.” patrick comments, grinning a little too wide as he nods at Art’s hands, now thumbing at the hems of his shorts.
he puffs out a breath of smoke. “yea, and you’re a bit touchy when you’re sober.”
or: what really happened at the mark reballato tennis academy