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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes, Rick_Grimes/Carl_Grimes, Grimescest_-
      Relationship
  Character:
      Rick_Grimes, Carl_Grimes
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Father/Son_Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Rape/
      Non-con_Elements, Smut, Porn_With_Plot, Sex_Toys, Anal_Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-09 Words: 1900
****** My Beautiful Boy ******
by Sherlockwaygraham
Summary
     Rick knows Carl is his one true love. He just needs to get Carl to
     understand it's okay.
     Please do not read if you do not like the pairing or anything
     mentioned in the tags. Hate will not be tolerated.
Notes
     Okay this is loosely based on the 'one true love' idea from American
     Horror Story: Hotel.
     I tagged it as non-con since Carl says no a few times and such. It's
     not totally rape as Carl is enjoying himself but is conflicted with
     it being his dad.
     Also if people like the pair I might write a few more drabbles for
     this and make it a series.
Carl was asleep in his bed, having a strange dream but what he could tell was
he was enjoying it. Though a pressure caused him to start waking, groggy he
doesn't move right away. Not that he can, there is something heavy on the back
of his thighs, as he was laying on his stomach he couldn't tell what it was.
He felt the pressure again, something hard and wet prodding against the entrace
of his ass. His body jerks and he turns his head to see his dad. Blue hues grow
wide and he grips the sheets, feeling the pressure again. Though this time the
hard thing breaches his body. It wasn't something big, it was about the size of
a finger. But it was very smooth and seems to increase in girth the further he
pressed it in. The feeling was more uncomfortable then painful.
"Dad?" He breaths and the thing pauses, still partly in his ass. Keeping him
stretched open, and he feels his muscles adjust to it against his will. And he
didn't know how it could do that. How could his body respond when he was
confused and still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his dad was
naked sitting on his thighs. Keeping him pinned to the bed on his stomach as he
pressed some foreign wet thing into his ass.
"Shh, beautiful. This is gonna' feel real good." He says back to his son, once
again moving the thing out and back into his sons ass. The thing which was an
average size dildo, shaped like a silver bullet and even the same shiny color.
He had used a generous amount of lube on it and on Carl's ass before he started
to work it in him.
"What's gonna' feel good? What are you doing?" Carl asks still gripping the
sheets, his breath hitches when the toy was pressed in deeper. Panic and fear
and confusion filled him. Not sure if he should try to get away or tell Rick to
stop. He was his dad, this was wrong wasn't it? That's what he had thought at
least.
"I'm gonna' work your ass open with this..." Rick thrusts the toy into his sons
ass when he said 'this', and Carl lets out a small chocking sound, "... then
I'm going to fuck you with my cock." He finished.
Carl's breath hitches again, his face going red. Never before had he heard his
father say such things, a curse here or there, sure. But never something so
obscene, especially not directed towards him.
"But-- but you can't." Carl whimpers,
"No ones going to find out, it's gonna' be our secret Carl. I loved you all
your life, so, so much. I was so careful with you."
Rick was focused on his work, one hand on Carl's ass cheek to keep them spread.
Watching as he fucked into his sons tight hole with the toy. Working him
Carefully open, all the lube he uses makes small sloshing sounds every time he
thrusted the toy into his body. Deeper and deeper, moving so easily as Carl's
body opens up for him.
"I don't get it... father's don't... don't do this to their sons." Carl says
back, his body was vibrating with pleasure but his mind wasn't. He felt
slightly disgusted with himself, and slightly violated.
"You're my one true love Carl. I don't love anyone as much as I love you, not
mom, not Judith. You are mine, and I am yours. It doesn't matter that you're my
son."
Carl felt his stomach flutter before tighten up at his fathers words. Sure they
always had an unhealthy attachment to each other, sure he felt home with Rick.
It was a connection they has since birth, something that seemed to be planned
out from the beginning. But still he went so long thinking things like this was
wrong, it was hard to accept.
A low sound leaves Carl when he feels the toy press in so deep he could
practically feel his fathers fingers brush against his skin when he thrusts the
thing inside him. It didn't hurt and Carl wasn't sure if that was a good or bad
thing right now. Though it doesn't seem to matter when his dad shoves the toy
just a little bit deeper he is moaning. As it hit a spot inside him he didn't
even know was there.
"There we are, feels good doesn't it?" Rick asks, and Carl doesn't have to look
at him to know he was smiling. "No." Carl says back in a small voice, pressing
his face into his pillow.
"There's nothing to be shy about my beautiful boy. It feels good I know it
does. It's gonna' feel even better when I put my cock in you." He says leaning
in so he could say those words directly into his sons ear. Pressing a kiss to
his hair when he was done. It makes Carl shiver and his stomach lurch.
He stays there bent over Carl, breathing heavy in his ear as he fucked him a
few more times with the toy. Hitting his spot and carefully grinding his cock
against the crease of his sons ass. Carl can feel nothing or think of anything
that wasn't Rick. His smell the weight on his thighs, the toy violating his
ass, breathing in his ear. He hates to admit how painfully hard he his, his
cock pulsing where it was trapped between his body and the bed below him.
"Think you're open enough to take my cock?" Rick questions not really looking
for an answer. Though Carl still said, "No."
"Shh, it's gonna' be good. I'm gonna' fuck you real good Carl." Rick sits back
to pull the toy from Carl's opened hole. Setting it aside he used both of his
hands to spread his sons ass cheeks to get an unobstructed view. Seeing him
open, the lossened muscles fluttering as Carl tenses a bit, it makes Rick's
cock twitch. He was painfully hard and leaking precum onto the back of Carls
thighs.
He then lets go of his cheeks to grab the lube again. Carl can hear his
squishing some on his hand. The movement that follows Carl was sure it was his
dad putting that lube on his cock. The thought made him shudder and he couldn't
even tell if it was from excitement or disgust. Carl twiches when he feels cool
gel like stuff being squished into his ass. Then fingers pressing into him to
spread it around. He hooks his fingers a bit and finds that spot again, which
makes Carl cry out.
Ruck then pulled his fingers out, "Such a good boy, my good boy." Rick cooes
and shuffles further up the back of Carls thighs. Soon Carl could feel the hot,
heavy, hard muscle poking at his ass cheeks. He grips at the sheets again, his
body going ridgit from the anticipation. His heart was pounding in his ears,
and he wondered if his father could hear it.
Rick then grips his cock, leaning forward over Carl again he moved his cheeks
apart so he could line his cock up with his sons hole. He pushes his hips
forward, easing the head of his cock into Carl's ass. Pausing there he moved
both hands to grip Carl's hip, the other bracing himself up.
"Please..." Carl says softly, feeling the burn of the streach now. His fathers
cock was much thicker then the toy he was using before. Rick grips Carl's hip
tighter, "Yeah, you are taking my cock so good. My beautiful boy." He licks at
his lips he gives one rough thrust and forces his cock half way in. Carl lets
out a cry and feels his eyes swell up with tears.
"Breath." Rick says running his hand up Carl's back up to grip at his shoulder.
Carl obeys taking and letting out a few shaky breaths. Rick after a moment
pulls out a bit only to thrust forward again. Roughly shoving the rest of his
cock into Carl's ass. Carl lets out a smaller sound then the first one. Rick
using the hold on Carl's shoulder to keep Carl from rocking forward. Carl
breaths again, in and out shaky breaths as he adjusted around Rick.
"You're so tight." Rick informs Carl, leaning in to kiss at his back before he
pulls away again.
"Dad." Carl says softly into the pillow, it was near a pant. And it makes Rick
move, pulling out to just push back in. Fucking into Carl's tight channel.
Forcing his ass to open up a bit more for him.
Carl's body rocks along with the bed, gasping as Rick fucked him. The hand on
his shoulder forced his body to press back down on Rick when each time he
thrusted in. Forcing his fathers dick deeper inside him, hitting his spot over
and over. Carl can't help but moan out loudly, clawing at the sheets as his
body moving caused much needed friction on his own cock.
"Fuck." Rick swore, adjusting so he could fuck him harder. Carl starts
writhing, hues screwed shut as he felt pressure building within him. His own
cock pulsing and leaking precum, staining the sheets. And before he could stop
himself his whole body tensed up and he came with a loud cry that echos in the
room. Body shuddering and twitching as Rick still fucked into his now sensitive
hole.
"Such a good boy." Rick huffs out, giving a half dozen more extra deep, hard
thrusts before he releases. Shoving his cock as deep in as he could when he
did, shooting his load into his son. Coating his insides, and he even stays
paused there, keeping his cum inside Carl. Before letting out a breath and
pulling out. Sitting back, breathing hard he looks down to watch as his cum
starts to leak out of Carl's ass. His ring off muscles stretched open and a raw
red color.
Carl was still, breathing hard into the pillow his face was pressed into. Hands
now slack where he had been gripping the sheets. Rick moves off of him so he
could roll Carl onto his back, looking at Carl's blissed out expression. His
eyes still closed. Rick leans in to lick at the tears that stained his sons
cheeks. It makes Carl twich not expecting it, before blue hues flutter open.
His body starts to pulse with a dull ache in his limbs, and ass.
Rick pulls back, smiling back down at Carl as he meets his gaze,
"There he is, my beautiful boy." Carl licks at his lips, "I love you." Carl
says back to that and Rick is then pulling Carl up into his arms.
The boy twiches as moves his legs carefully so he was sitting in his fathers
lap. Thin arms loosely wrapping around his neck. Their lips meet in a tender
kiss and another then another. He really did love his dad, more now then he
ever thought possible. The flood gates had open and the feels he had held
inside just came pouring out of him. He understood now about him being his
fathers one true love, he really did. Because Rick was his.
"I love you." Carl whispers again between their kiss. Breathing them into Rick.
"I love you too."
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