rick sanchez calling you pet names when you’re out of ear shot to other people
“my girl and i…” “the missus wanted to…” etc.
him being somewhat aloof to who you two are to each other when you’re both together with other company, but when he’s on his own with other people- will never refer to you as something demeaning or degrading and gets incredibly defensive when someone pokes lighthearted fun at yall’s relationship.
but in the dark of night when the both of you are undone and winding down from the labors of the day:
he coaxes up to you.
pulling on your shirt to move closer to him while watching interdimensonal cable, or playing with your hair while you talk to him about something you’re passionate about.
he even offers soft exhales and the twitch of a smirk when you purposefully burst out with corny jokes because you know it irks him
but he doesn’t say anything about it.
the man who bends the fabric of space and time to his will just because he can- sits and listens to you ramble and watches shows that you like and purposefully takes notice to your interests and hobbies
when you decline sleeping over in his room, or are busy one night where he cannot come over to your place- he becomes irritable.
he’s reliant on you in ways he refuses to acknowledge within himself.
he deep down knows that he’s already let you in.
in moments of intimacy where you’re pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck to go faster, harder, slower, right there…
moments like this where he’s buried in-between your legs and every hair on his body is on edge for the anticipation of your climax. your pleasure. your wants and needs.
he wants nothing more than to feed your every hope and desire to you.
he wants to feel the bruises form on his back from you gripping him, he wants to feel wanted. needed. he wants to feel like he’s earned you.
that he’s earned this bliss. that he’s earned the ease he feels when being in your presence. the excitement he gets from playing house with you.
the rush of adrenaline and anticipation when you open your mouth to tell him to lock the door behind him.
in these moments where your physical existence and his overlap in the most erotic way- is when he calls you pet names to your face
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There’s no way in hell that his bed is even remotely comfortable or sturdy. I imagine trying to fuck on that bed would lead to it collapsing and springs from the mattress digging into your back
Lowkey what if Rickbot was being all romantic and fucking reader in place of Rick and he just happens to walk in?
like you mean it. ✮ rick sanchez
ft. rick c-137 x fem reader, rickbot x fem reader
warnings: nsfw under the cut so 18+, rick being mean to you and rickbot lol, implied cucking, maybe slightly ooc rick, not proofread
notes: I READ A FIC LIKE THIS ONCE!!!! i cannot find it for the life of me but if anyone knows where it is PLEASE lmk. it was great. this turned out kinda bad but i hope u enjoy!!
“you always look so good like this, so- so pretty, why don’t i tell you that more often?” rick mumbled against your skin, sounding almost like he was cursing himself for his behavior. “always so- always so good to me, should give you my attention like this every- every day, huh?” he said with a smile, kissing the soft skin of your shaky thigh. “so good- taste even better, though.”
you laughed, panting from your all-too-recent second orgasm. rick had almost begged you to let him settle between your thighs after you’d had a particularly long day - a more than welcome gesture, one which would’ve seemed out of place only a couple months ago. it’s not that rick wasn’t a giver when you had sex, not by any means, he just usually wasn’t one to make the effort to help you relax. and you’d gotten used to that.
he’d changed recently, and it was almost too good to be real. the first few days, you were unsettled by his sudden niceness. of course, he tended to be slightly nicer to you than to the others around him, but you knew rick better than most others anyway, and it was unusual for him to be so selfless. he seemed to be more genuine when he spoke. he cut back on his ‘errands’, opting to spend more time at home. he went three full days without sending a single jab at jerry, and that alone made you think he’d lost it. morty thought the same, side-eyeing his grandpa when he said something or another that usually would be followed by a punchline. but slowly, you all started to get more comfortable with the ‘new’ rick, even if you wondered where he came from.
rick’s long fingers trailed up your sides, his cold fingertips snapping you out of your thoughts. “y-you okay, sweetie?” he asked, positioning himself above you. you nodded with a smile, trying to even out your breathing. “mhm, i’m great, actually.” he grinned back, leaning down to kiss you when the hatch in the garage floor slammed open. you all but jumped out of your skin, scrambling to cover yourself under the assumption summer or morty had walked in on you.
“you’ve been fucking her? did- did you forget i can see what the fuck you’re doing whenever i want to?”
you sat up slowly on the little couch that’d been recently moved into the garage, covering your body with rick’s discarded lab coat. you looked between the rick next to you and the rick climbing out of the floor, trying to piece together the situation. “you dumb fucking robot, you had one job-“
“hey, my job was to be a better you!” the rick next to you said defensively, starting to put an arm around you. you swatted it away, scooting away from him as you realized what had happened. “are you fucking kidding, rick? how long has- where have you been?” you asked incredulously, shooting a glare at the more disheveled version of your boyfriend. he all but ignored you, coming closer to the- rickbot?- as he continued to berate it.
“are you kidding? you think that- that because you’re up here and i’m not, you can get away with touching her like that?” rick laughed in disbelief, leaning over rickbot. any other time, you’d be proud of the way he was trying to defend you, and honestly more than a little turned on. rickbot stared up at his maker, opening his mouth to argue back when you interjected. “you can’t even be mad, rick, at least he fucks me like he means it!”
rick stopped, scoffing as he turned to you. “well, you’ve never complained before, huh? y-you never have any criticism when i make you cum so hard you cry, do you?” you shut your mouth, uncertain how to respond. his words embarrassed you, even more so knowing they were true- rick never gave you any reason to complain. you just wanted to hurt him back. “you got some more smart shit you wanna throw at me? go right- go right ahead, we’re all fucking waiting.” you couldn’t respond, tears starting to prick at your eyes. it was all too much. rickbot reached over to rub your bare shoulder, a pained look on his face as the sight of your reaction. rick slapped his hand away, glaring at him as he pushed rickbot to the ground next to the couch and settled in his spot. rick pulled you closer to him by your ankles, exposing you to him as your back fell against the couch cushions.
“h-hey!” you cried out, glancing down at rickbot before you looked back up at rick. “you- you can’t treat him that way!” you protested, despite the way your skin burned with desire where rick’s hands gripped you. his grip was almost bruising and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was jealous, and it was bad. you might’ve fucked up. “oh, can’t i, though? c-come on, baby-“ he purred, pushing your legs up further as he leaned between them.
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being one of the multiverse's hottest commodities is not for the faint of heart
RICK SANCHEZ X FEM!READER
SYNOPSIS. ricks across the multiverse use you for companionship. this is the price you pay for existing; a price that your rick has graciously (or not?) spared you from. but the citadel doesn't like rogues very much, and you worry that sparing you from your fate will prove to be more trouble than it's worth. taken in by rick for your own 'protection,' you become dependent on an insanely volatile man, and unknowingly, he becomes dependent on you. you'd do anything to stay in his good graces. he'd do anything to stay in yours.
OR rick c-137 finds himself in a dimension with you, who just so happens to be a version of the single individual ricks use for comfort and companionship across the multiverse. of course he finds a way to keep you for himself, and besides, don't you need a savior?
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today i learned that the finnish word for ‘hazardous waste’ is ongelmajäte, which can also translate as ‘problematic garbage’ and my roommate and i immediately agreed this is a word that belongs on tumblr.
Rick Sanchez has koinophobia, which is the fear of being normal, average, mundane, all the fun stuff.. with how much he overthinks? The crazy shit he does??? IT MAKES SENSE
He does crazy shit just because he can. He makes things far more complicated because the idea of doing somthing the normal way just isn't enough
Summary: betrayed by Rick Prime, you end up shoved into C-137’s life
wc: 1.1k
“Oh my goooooood! Do you ever stop nagging?”
“Nagging? NAGGING?” You were fuming. You don’t think you’ve ever been as angry as you were in this moment. “Y-you fucked some alien bitch in OUR bed! Again!” You slammed your fist on the desk, rattling the stray bottles and pens strewn about.
“Jesus! When did you get so needy?!” He lets out a groan and leans back in his chair, running a had down his face.
“What the fuck Rick?? Do you- do you even-UGH!” You stomped over to his chair and whipped his chair around to face you. His eyes narrowed at you and his hands clenched on the armrests. His eyes flickered to the single angry tear making its way down your cheek before they met your eyes again.
“Tread lightly, sweetie.”
“I thought you-” your voice quieted and your gaze flitted away to the floor.
“What? That I loved you? Don’t be- don’t kid yourself, y/n.” Your eyes met his once again, the fire reignited. “I’m Rick Fucking Sanchez. The only person I need is myself. You were just a nice cunt to pass the time. N-now, you’re just fucking annoying.” You felt the pop as your nails stab through the leather chair he sat in. The silence in the base was deafening. The shit you had done for him. The people you’d killed. It all meant nothing. The silence was broken when he abruptly stood up and reached for a pistol holstered at his side. You went to take a step back but he grabbed your arm in a tight grip. “To tell the truth, I was going to get rid of you soon anyway. Maybe I’ll find a version of you that shuts the fuck up!”
“Then do it. Kill me, Rick.” You stood your ground, head held high to meet his gaze in defiance. “And don’t bother finding another one of me. It was rare enough that even one of me could love a heartless bastard like you.” He stared down at you for a moment before pulling the trigger. It had been the portal gun he grabbed and shot behind you. The green illuminated his eyes in a menacing way as he leaned in closer. You thought for a moment he was going to kiss you. That maybe there was a flicker of emotion. Then he shoved you back, hard enough that you fell through the portal and onto your ass. You heard a few voices and a muttering of ‘what the fuck’. When you looked back up again, the portal closed and you were effectively cut off. So, you did the only thing any rational person in this situation would do. Screamed. A frustrated, angry, heartbroken wail tore through you. When you were finished you took a deep breath and took in your surroundings. That motherfucker. He had dropped you right into another Rick’s living room.
“A-are y-you okay?” Morty was on your right offering you a hand up when his Rick yanked him back by the scruff of his shirt.
“Get back, Morty! W-we don’t know what- who she is or w-where she came from!” He leveled his sci-fi pistol at you. You looked down the barrel then up to the man holding it. He looked like your Rick, of course he did, but he was older. There was something in his eyes that set him apart from the other versions of himself you had met.
“Oh jeez, come on Rick.”
“No, you ‘come on’ Morty! L-look at her. Sh-she-she’s armed to the teeth! Y-you think she just got put- got dropped here by accident?”
“N-no, but-”
“Dad…” your eyes didn’t leave his as his daughter, Beth, spoke. “Maybe you should at least hear her out.”
“Yeah, Grandpa Rick. Clearly, whichever Rick threw her through that portal wasn’t exactly friendly.”
“She looks nice.”
“No one cares what you think, Jerr*rrup*ry.”
“Here, sweetie.” Beth had appeared at your side, resting a hand gently on your back.
“W-what- Beth!” You turned your attention to her then back to her father. You were still coming down from the utter fury you had just been feeling and the fear immediately after. When you fell through that portal, you fully thought it was going to be to the blender dimension. You’d seen Rick use that trick before and it was brutal.
“Relax, dad.” She offered you a hand and you took it to slowly stand to your feet next to her. “If she was here to attack us, I’m sure she would’ve done it by now.”
“Y-yeah, Rick, mom has a- has a good point- oof.” Rick dropped Morty on his ass and stalked towards you, gun now pointed right at your ribs. You stood your ground, but you were barely holding it together at this point. He had really tossed you here like trash. Expecting another version of himself to kill you off for him. By the look in this Rick’s eyes, it was still a possibility.
“Who are- what dimension are you from?” If you told him what he was actually asking, which Rick had done this, you’d for sure be executed on the spot. Prime didn’t exactly make a lot of friends when he erased Diane from existence. Luckily for you, he asked what dimension you were from, not what Rick had just dumped you unceremoniously into his living room.
“C-076.” That Rick had been a jerk too and even more verbally abusive to his grandson. He didn’t like that you were tutoring his Morty and taking away from his adventure time with him, so he had portaled you out from under your feet during one of your sessions. Prime had found you in some other dimension on a completely different planet trying to figure out how to get home.
“Hm.” Rick grumbled as he assessed you. You couldn’t really blame him. You were fully armed; twin pistols in harness holsters, a gnarly knife strapped to your belt at your back, and a handful of techy-looking grenades at the side of it. He tucked his gun away in favor of his flask. He took a long swig then belched.
“Dad!”
“Gross, Grandpa Rick.”
“So, what?” He ignored them and spoke straight to you. “What’d you- why did your Rick send you here?” You reach your hand up and he stiffens.
“I’ll need some of this if you want the answer to that.” He regards you for a moment then hands the flask over, a little reluctant, but curious enough to still give it to you. You take it from him and take two big gulps. He makes a dumbfounded face at the fact that you didn’t cough up a lung.
“Whoa…” Summer makes an impressed sound.
“How…about you join us for dinner? We have wine.” You hand Rick back his flask and turn your attention to Beth.
“That would be great, thank you.”
Part II
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Tags: 18+, NSFW (MDNI), creampie, romantic relationship, homesteader rick being soft for you and nobody else, homesteader rick lowk has a breeding kink in this post, fem reader
Neeeeeeed to be Homesteader! Rick's wife lowk
Like, imagine he's out on the farm all day working hard, and he won't let you lift a finger to help him because you're his wife and he very much has this 'it's a man's job to provide for the woman he loves' mentality
You didn't ask to live on an asteroid, you just jumped ship with him when the Citadel went to shit, which is infinitely more than anyone else has ever done for him; now, he feels like he owes you for that kindness
Literally, every single time he catches you trying to tidy away his equipment or feed the pigs, he shoos you away and tells you to "Go take a nice long bath and have a lie down," while he handles all the hard labour
You try to do something in return: you cook his meals, do his laundry, clean the house - modest work, but something to show him you care
His appreciation is quiet but present, you see it in the plates all but licked clean, feel it in the way he slowly dances with you to old records, hear it in the way he sighs when he melts beneath your touch and the weight of the world falls from his shoulders
Other than that, you just sit on the porch all day drinking ice-cold lemonade, watching your man do all he can to provide a quiet life for the two of you
As the sun sets, he comes back to the house after a long day, wanting nothing more than to just shower and crawl into bed with your head on his chest and his arms around you
Not every night is quiet, however
Some evenings, he comes in through the front door and slips behind you, his head resting on your shoulder as he pulls you close, murmuring about how much he missed you despite the fact that he's never far away
He presses his hips into the small of your back, and you can feel just how much he's missed you
He's always gentle, every kiss and every touch an act of reverie
Your pleasure is his only concern, and making sure you know just how much he loves you is his mission
Kisses you until you're both breathless and your throat and collarbones are covered in love bites
Missionary is his absolute favourite position because he gets to look into your eyes as he fills you to the hilt, his dick twitching as he watches your eyes screw shut at the stretch
Calls you his "good girl" and whispers reassurances into your ear, telling you you're "taking me so well, darling" as he leaves soft kisses in his wake
Loves finishing inside you. To him, it's evidence of your love - part of him is still nestled within you even after he's pulled out
Interlocks fingers with you when he's close, pressing your hands into the feather-filled pillow beside your head and swallowing your moans as his mouth covers yours
He never tires of the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth, especially when it falls from between your lips so perfectly, breathy and high as he draws you closer and closer to your end
He only allows himself to cum after you've finished, your body spasming as pleasure washes over you. Your eyes shine with tears that drip down your cheeks
He kisses them away, telling you that you "did so well, my love", his voice low and soft as the breeze that carries the scent of honeysuckle through the evening air
He pulls your head onto his bare chest, and you talk. You talk about your future together, where you'll go when you both tire of your modest farm life (if ever), how you're so lucky to have found each other
He stays awake until you're asleep, and he lets the sound of your breathing lull him into a deep slumber
But whenever sleep eludes him, he lies awake thinking about how he'd like to start a family with you
Admittedly, he never thought it was something he would ever want or have, considering his rocky/non-existent relationship with Beth. But having you here, helping out around town with the Mortys, makes him realise how perfect a mother you would be
That, and how pretty you'd look all knocked up with his child
He knows that your family would be in safe hands with the two of you parenting
He'd never let any harm come to you, and he'll do everything in his power to give you the life you deserve
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Rick brushed through the thick and waxy violet leaves, hexagons of blue and pink gushed under his feet, similar to mud as he slugged through the swamp.
he was trying to find a weird little four headed worm underground, it’s mucus apparently containing some kind of hallucinogenic drug when concentrated, which was his favorite.
he’d been on this odd planet before, yet seemingly didn’t know it as well as he thought he did. using a little scanner to detect the worms movement, he slashed through varieties of plants following its beeping.
he bumped into a very large tree, with huge vines tangling and constricting around everything blocking his path, they pulsed, almost alive.
not thinking much about it, he slashed through them, falling easier than expected. here’s where he realized he’d fucked up.
the grotesque vines appeared to twitch rapidly once fallen, like they were waiting to be cut. he looked down slightly concerned as they sprayed a blue sludge over him, his eyes widened in fear as the residue dissipated into his skin faster than he could comprehend what happened.
quickly he pulled out his scanner, seeing what he got sprayed with. aphrodisiac compounds detected - it read.
“fuck..” he winced, glancing at the worm detector, noticing it wasn’t far off he continued through, not about to turn back.
he was grateful it was only an aphrodisiac, sure the next few hours will be torture until he can create an antidote, but at least his skin isn’t melting off.
or he’d stop by an alien strip club, aphrodisiacs make his dick hard for hours, he’d impress all the girls. he thought to himself as he laughed aloud.
then you abruptly popped in his head, his grin dropped. a sweet girl thats always with summer, he can tell you’ve got a big crush on him. ur such a fucking tease to him and you know it. you know what you do to him.
always switching your hips when you walk in front of him, he’s unable to look away with the way your ass moves.
when he gets back from missions, working shirtless in his garage, he sees you peek through the crack in the door, clenching your pudgy thighs together.
he fucking hated you for it. always smiling to yourself after you successfully fluster him, in his house. he’s even noticed one of his shirts went missing while you were over, fucking whore.
even going so far as to conveniently stand in the room across the bathroom while he takes a shower, sneakily savoring the moment when he steps out, with wet long hair clinging to his chest, in only a towel. he knew you were there though, smug as he walked away.
you were much younger than him, 19, so he couldn’t have you, and god.. that made him so mad. he’d lay in bed at night, cock hot and twitching from the cruel relentless teasing you did to him that day, yet feeling too guilty to stroke himself to you. he fucking hated it.
he got back from the mysterious planet, dusting himself off as he got off his ship. he sat at his table, conjuring up a antidote. though he couldn’t ignore the way he felt anymore, dick straining against his pants, almost painfully. hot haze creeping into his mind.
then he heard the door open, you stood in the doorway.
of fucking course you stood there. what a great time to come tease him, he thought. he so badly wished he could just pin you down by your fragile wrists and grind his big dick all over your-
“um.. rick? i-i was just wondering if you had any acetone? me and summer were doing our nails but mine got kinda messy” you nervously chuckled. poking your pushed up tits out as you fiddled with your hands behind your back.
he turned and shot you a deadly disconcerting stare, almost a warning to not fuck with him, to not get any closer.
he stood up, adjusting to hide his erection as he walked over to a junk drawer and pulled out a bottle. “thi-think this is it” he said drunken, placing it on the shelf near you, making a awkward distance as he started walking away.
picking it up, you gave a confused thank you as you started walking away, but halted to ask another question, just trying to talk to him more. “summer told me you just got back from a mission? how’d it go- was it fun?” you asked innocently.
he stood still, rolling his eyes before turning back to you. “yeah i did, and honest’, it- burrrp was so shitty, got infected with some f-fuckin’ plant” he said admittedly
you gave a concerned look, stepping closer to him. “i-infected?! like your sick kinda thing?” you said worriedly, looking up at the tall man.
“i-i.. uhm” he said nonchalantly stepping back, turning his flushed face away. “not that kinda infected, m-more like just temporary” he said, his erection becoming noticeable as he shifted to hide it.
he hated you so bad, his blood boiled as it rushed to his dick. he wanted you to leave, to stop this torture. Rick was so fucking mad at you, yet wanted to give you such good deep dick it made you blissfully peaceful.
you nodded with relief, but noticed sweat staple his hair to his forehead, his hands balled up in fists and his jaw twitched. “a-are you o-okay? you seem a bit.. frantic?”
he tried to snap out of the angry lust, running his shaking hand through his hair. “y-yeah i’m fin-fine. don’t worry about me. g- urrp -go do nails or, w-whatever the fuck” he said, trying to brush you off. but you stepped closer.
he’s backed against the edge of his table, face getting redder. “n-not to be a bother but, are you sure rick? you look like your about to pass out” you said with genuine concern, he looked sweaty and dazed.
“f-fuck (y/n).. you really wanna know so bad hm?” he looked away embarrassed. “got hit with a aphrodisiac, like the s- *hiccup* space version of viagra, not sick just- well.. f-frustrated” he said with shame as he defiantly crossed his arms.
he turned to you with dark eyes before you could respond, “it’s best you fuck off.” he said harshly. but, in reality, he needed you so fucking bad. every sensor in his brain was outputting you. he could practically taste you from here, your perfume clouding up his head.
you nodded, but you didn’t agree, you didn’t wanna leave, you wanted to make rick manhandle you. wanted him so frustrated he’s doing anything for his release, you wanted to toy with him. “but rickkk, can’t you just make an antidote so we can hangout more?”
you say giggling, clearly a tease. he doesn’t take it well, narrowing his eyes. “and what makes you think i want to hang-out w-with you?” he said, noticing the sad look on your face, stupidly feeling bad.
“e-even if i do make one, affects wouldn’t wear off for a few hours, wouldn’t wanna make you weirded out o-or whatever.” he said, becoming exasperated with the amount of desire for you. it’s like his dick was controlling his mind, every word you spoke with that sweet voice granted a throb, a wet patch of pre dampened his boxers. keep teasing him, and he won’t be able to stop himself.
“mmm, saying you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around me, old man rick?” giggling and twirling your hair jokingly, scared for the response.
he snapped; he was so done with your torture. done with this stupid act. it was his turn to back you up, make you feel cornered against the wall. “it seems a lot like you wanna fucking find out.” he said sharp and growly, voice laced with need and equal amounts of anger.
you cowered under him like a puppy, the tall man had a seriously scary mad face. but the tough demeanor shattered when you noticed his bulge and heavy beating heart, realizing he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at what you did to him.
“m-maybe i do?” so nervous but bold, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in harshly, maybe you were the needy one. his hands didn’t move, scared still. but yours did, you ran your hand through his hair pulling him in, pushing his hot body against yours, feeling his straining cock.
your other hand fell on his chest, feeling the low groan as you deepened the kiss. suddenly, you lacked his lips. “s-stop” he pulled away, almost against his own will. “a-a-are you sure you want me? y-you sure your okay with this?” he asks, surprisingly sweetly.
“i’m sure, rick” you say, before giving him time to think you pull him back in harder, this time running your hands up his shirt, digging him in with your nails.
he moaned loudly, coming undone as he held your throat. his other big hand held your hip, pushing his cock deeper into your stomach, making your stomach twirl.
he felt so good, so fucking good. like the plant was pushing him in, like he needed to be one. he felt relief at the hot body pressed against him, yet it only made him more eager to have his way with you.
before realizing what was happening, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulled out his portal gun, shooting it and carrying you through it.
he threw you onto his bed, the smell of his musk filled your nose, rick was as intoxicating as he was intoxicated. he crawled over you, giving no time to speak or question him, you knew what you had gotten into by playing with the Rick Sanchez.
he kissed you roughly, almost violently. wrapping his hand around your throat, this time he gently squeezed it. smirking at your little whines.
he watched you squirm as he pushed his cock painfully hard against your pussy. “think y-you could fuck with me? hm? always knew i’d be making you scream my name someday.” Rick said egotistically as his other hand captured your wrists above your head.
he sat and toyed with you, his haziness making him vulgar. watching the way your breath would hitch when he dry humped you, taking his hand off your throat and gently pushing back the hair stuck to your face.
rick displayed sweetness you’d never seen in him before. rick felt a way about you he’d never felt before. and he knew he needed so much more.
he came to a realization that this wasn’t just the plant making you feel so addictive, it was well, just you. he wanted you every night, now that he can act on it. this sent a jolt of possessiveness through him, your wearing short shorts around him? best believe from now on he’s smacking your ass.
think you can give him sultry bedroom eyes while he’s talking? no, not anymore. because now you know there’s no wall, nothing protecting you from him.
he wanted to see you take his dick, wanted to make you his little bitch. rick sat up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, his thick dick sprung out, blue hair decorated his shaft. you completely underestimated his size, he was fucking huge.
with his free hand he guided his dick to slick your lips, glossing them with his pre. “l-look at you, helpless l-little slut” he said degradingly, as he wiped a bead of pre falling from your lips. he tangled his hand in your hair as he suddenly plunged into your throat, making you choke.
you whined, his girth stretching your lips. his veins were thick, feeling them on the walls of your mouth as he fucked it carelessly, his heavy balls slapping your chin.
saliva started coaxing his dick, running down into your hair. his head fell back, groaning a deep moan as he pulled your hair, rick was ruthless. his thrusts got sloppy as your eyes rolled back, mascara running black streaks down your cheeks as your wrists started to ache from the pressure of his body.
he started slowing down, before suddenly burying his cock down your throat, bottoming out. he smirked as you fought, gagging and trying to free your wrists. you started choking on his dick, body rejecting it, but he only pushed deeper, truly mean. “w-what’s that? can’t take it anymore? *hiccup* now you know how i felt” he said cruelly with a smug face.
he pulled out when you were on the verge of passing out. wiping off your spit with his shirt, then taking it off along with his pants. then he kissed you, contradictingly sweet. rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
he stroked his cock, breaking the kiss as he took your legs on his shoulders. rick was very big compared to you, so he tried to take it slower with your pussy.
he pushed your panties to the side as his head explored your folds, so wet you stained his bed. he rubbed his tip on your clit, in painfully slow circles. “r-rick.. please” was all you could mutter, jaw still sore. he groaned at your begging.
he pushed in, tip coaxing in your slick. your heads fell back, he was so fucking big. his dick got wider in the middle, so it resisted going deeper into your pussy, he had to slowly bottom out as to not tear you.
when his balls hit your ass, you felt the most full you’ve ever felt in your life, insides reshaping to his girth, his head pushed painfully against your cervix, he wanted to go deeper, you let out a embarrassingly loud moan as he held your head softly.
you saw your stomach bulge as he suddenly pulled out, and slammed back in. you screamed, nails instinctively digging into his back. he winced from the pain, but he loved it, you felt his dick throb in you.
your mind was just him, your brain was like ice cream in his hot car. you were positive you’d never ever feel this good again, rick had definitely ruined sex for you.
he basically owned you, each time he’d pull out your pussy would flutter around his tip, he’d never fucked such a needy pussy, he was so horny he couldn’t tell wither it was the plant or you.
you felt him get sloppy and fast, thrusts no longer in slow rhythm. his voice got louder, cursing under his breath as he groaned deeply. you could tell he was getting close, he leaned down, folding you like paper as your pussy gushed around him, “r-rick!” you cried out, the pain and pleasure unbearable. he kissed you passionately, even somewhat sympathetically, yet continued bullying your cunt.
you could see his muscles twitch, thick cock throbbed in you hard. loud sounds of skin and slick mixed filled the room. rick grabbed the pillow taut by your head, burying his head in your neck. he groaned a string of curses as he bottomed out in your pussy, pushing into you so hard it hurt.
hot ropes of his cum painted your walls, his groans turned into whiny moans as his hips spazzed. he kissed you deeply, he was genuine. cock still throbbing as the affects completely disappeared after he came, filling you up with his seed. your all his now.
when his dick started to get soft he broke the kiss, laying down to the side of you as he pulled you close, kissing your head.
he pulled the blankets up over you, whispering sweet praises.
“s’ my good girl, my good sweet girl. takin’ me so good” he said, playing with your hair.
he was so sweet, you hadn’t expected this at all, you expected a dirty towel to cleanup and a “see you later”
but he cared, he knew how to care for a woman like men should do, you’d never felt that before.
“we gotta do that again, o-okay?” he said, doubt subtly creeping in that this might be the only time.
you looked up, kissing him softly. “oh rick, i don’t think i could ever get enough of you” you said, and that was 100% the truth.
rick smiled, for the first time you saw him peaceful, usually tense brows were relaxed.
he fell asleep alarmingly quickly, and he was such a deep sleeper his heavy body caged you in, no chance were you getting out.
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uptown angel .𖥔 ݁ ˖༘⋆𐦍⊹₊˚ | “feed you diamonds and pearls.” [hcs]
luke glanton x rich!sheltered!fem!reader
—love at first sight
🂺 luke notices you before you even step out of your car. he’s leaning against the railing in the parking lot of the carnival, lazily smoking a cigarette. a beautiful vintage mercedes pulls up, sleek black, headlights washing gold across the fairgrounds. this was someone from uptown, all the cars here were rusted trucks and beat up sedans.
🂺 then you climb out, with the sparkliest lipgloss and prettiest face he’s ever seen. you’re standing there for a second, wearing jewellery that looks expensive enough to replace half of the old rides here. you’re looking up at the lights with this open, dreamy expression like you had wandered into this other world by accident.
🂺 and he can’t stop looking at you. because you don’t look bored or ironic like rich people do when they come downtown, you look enchanted. you nearly jumped out of your skin he speaks to you; “those shoes are gonna get destroyed here.”
🂺 you turn to see him standing there, leaning towards you a little bit. cigarette glowing between his fingers, tattoos exposed that screamed danger at someone like you. instead of getting nervous or scared, you sweetly smile at him. like you don’t realise that a man like him can ruin your life. luke is genuinely stunned for a second, because most girls either immediately and aggressively flirt, or avoid him completely. but you talk to him softly, openly, “i guess i’ll just have to be careful.”
🂺 he’s noticing little things immediately, the way you’re smoothing your skirt nervously while talking, the little gold necklace resting against your collarbones, the way you’re wide eyed as you glance at the rides, your rich smelling fruity perfume underneath the gasoline and the summer heat.
🂺 the connection immediate, but it’s quiet like it’s the static in the air. luke offers to show you around, mostly because he physically can not stay away from you. and you accept instantly, too trusting, falling into step beside him while the carnival lights flicker across your faces.
🂺 you’re asking him endless questions, but he doesn’t mind you talking his ear off. “how long have you worked here?” “is the bike stuff scary?” “have you always lived here?” “how do you even ride that?”
🂺 luke realises quickly that you’re a little naive in the most dangerous way possible. not stupid. just sheltered. you look at him without suspicion. without caution. like you genuinely believe in the goodness of all people. which makes him feel unexpectedly guilty every time you smile at him. he keeps testing you a little too. “you shouldn’t walk around places like this alone.” “why? is someone going to kidnap me?” and he stares at you for a second, “maybe.” and instead of getting scared, you just laugh at his words because you think he’s joking. that wrecked him a little bit.
🂺 you follow him closely as he guides you through the crowd, a hand on your back. he glared at every drunkard that looked at you for too long, standing closer every time someone brushed past you. he takes you through the quieter parts of the carnival most people don’t see. behind the games. near the trailers. empty rides humming under dying lights. you look fascinated by all of it while luke mostly watches you. because you react to everything so earnestly.
🂺 you win a stuffed animal at one of the rigged games and get genuinely excited about it. luke ends up carrying it around for you the rest of the night because you kept almost dropping it.
🂺 at one point you ask if he always looks so serious. “pretty much.” he says, “that’s sad.” luke actually laughs a little at that. small and rough and surprised out of him. and you face lights up like you just accomplished something enormous. that’s the exact moment he’s done for.
🂺 he starts waiting for you after that without admitting it. leaning against the railing every evening pretending he’s just smoking while secretly watching for those headlights pulling into the lot. and every time you arrive, you spot him instantly.
🂺 you start lingering by his motorcycle act, pretending not to be waiting for him. and he drags his cigarette breaks out longer, just to see those pretty eyes look for him in the crowds.
🂺 he tries to convince himself that you’ll get bored, that this is just a phase for you, probably rebelling against your rich dad or something. but you kept coming more frequently, night after night, sometimes just to see him, not even playing any games or getting on any rides.
🂺 you’re falling for him fast. becoming addicted to him in this terrifying all-consuming way too. the noise, the tattoos, the recklessness of him. he makes you feel alive instead of merely observed and managed like you are uptown. you can sit on the hood of his truck at 2am eating terrible carnival fries while he stares at you like you personally invented tenderness.
🂺 he gets possessive fast, though he tries to hide it. luke starts noticing when a chauffeur arrives with you. glaring when they touch your arm too casually. you catch him watching you from across the fairgrounds constantly with this dark hungry expression like he still can’t believe you keep coming back for more of him.
🂺 you start dressing for him too, though you’d die before admitting it. new lipsticks, tiny shorts, silk tops. luke notices all of it, tracing the patterns of the fabric of your new dresses, tying the shoelaces on your absurdly clean sneakers, massaging your neck every time he smells a new perfume on you.
🂺 one humid night, he takes you on a ride on his bike after closing. you’re nervous at first, hands hovering awkwardly before finally wrapping around his waist. the second you press against his back luke nearly loses all ability to think coherently. he had never had anyone touching him this gently before, that really got to him. you touch him like he’s precious. like you see something beautiful in all the rough broken parts of him instead of something dangerous to survive.
🂺 the first time you trace the tattoos on his hands absentmindedly while he smokes, luke goes unusually quiet for almost ten minutes afterwards.
🂺 luke is falling in love before he fully understands it’s happening. one night you’re sitting on the bleachers watching him work on his bike under cheap colourful lights, and he suddenly realises the entire night feels lighter just because you’re there. that realisation scares the hell out of him. because luke knows exactly what happens to things he loves. but you keep coming back anyway. every single night.
🂺 eventually the carnival workers stop calling you “the rich girl” and start calling you “luke’s girl” without either of you ever officially saying anything.
