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(based on this Twitter post)

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twitter really liked this one

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nanami kento

too tight ࣪ missionary style ࣪ backshot for his greedy wife ࣪ squirting kento ࣪ cockwarming ࣪ taming you ࣪ broken bed ࣪ rough day ࣪ hiding his moans ࣪ somno ࣪ ass slap ࣪ first time sucking ࣪ backshot for his greedy wife ࣪ mighty butt ࣪ fucking you gently ࣪ no diggity ࣪ getting mad at you ࣪ early birds? ࣪ you took all life ࣪

gojo satoru

talkative while fucking you ࣪ biting during sex ࣪ keep your eyes on him ࣪ loud ࣪ soon love ࣪ goodboy ࣪ vidgame with your son ࣪ close as possible ࣪ calling you mommy ࣪ vanilla glazed ࣪ turtles ࣪ toxic ex ࣪

toji fushiguro

never letting you top ࣪ grinding on his abs ࣪ mean toji ࣪ one night stand ࣪ meanest bastard ࣪ fuck buddies, nothing else. ࣪

choso kamo

crybaby ࣪

jjk mixed

dumbfication ࣪

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✴︎ Bouncing on tired older bf toji’s cock after work while he drinks beer </3

Toji’s already grunting when you drop your weight on his lap. soft, bare thighs straddling his hips and bracketing around him like it’s your goddamn seat, and not the couch. He doesn’t even look at you—just sits there, all slouched and grumpy—drenched in dried sweat and work stress while he nurses a half-empty beer while Outdoor Boys plays on the TV behind you.

“You got no patience, do you?” he mutters lazily, eyes flicking over your tits as you shimmy out of your sleep shirt, already bare underneath. “Didn’t even let me shower first, dirty girl”.

You ignore him. His cock is already inside you. You made sure of it, of course.

And now you’re finally bouncing on his dick sloppily, skin slapping hard and loudly as you stuff him all the way up into your guts, whining and gasping every time he brushes deep inside your cunt—deep enough to knock something loose in your pretty empty head. Your hands are gripping his solid, broad shoulders but you’ve got no rhythm. Just frantic little bounces and desperate circles of your hips as your horny pussy slobbers all over his fat cock.

“Fuck—,” he grunts, one big hand casually groping your bouncing ass, spreading your plushy cheeks open like he owns you—like you’re just something for him to play with while he watches TV. His thumb slides down to your stretched out hole, teasing around it with a slow drag and feeling how sticky you are. “You’re frothing all over me, baby. What the fuck did you do today—lay around thinking about this cock?”

“Mhmh—uh-huh!,” you nod like a stupid idiot, glossy lips parted into a gaping O, drooling down your chin as your cunt sucks around him. “I missed it—missed you, missed your cock, missed feeling so full—fuck, daddy, I needed it—!”

“Yeah?” he sneers, calloused thumb moving higher and rubbing nasty, teasing circles on your tight rim while he drinks his beer. “Needed to be filled like a little fleshlight while I’m out busting my ass all day?”

You sob, hips jerking desperately for more as your pussy clenches around him hard. “Y-Yeah… m’sorry!”

He tsks and takes another slow sip, beer trickling down his jaw. He doesn’t bother wiping it. “Don’t even care I’m all fucking filthy. Got home not even ten minutes ago, and you’re already stuffing my cock back inside you like you’d die without it”.

Your head nods again, uselessly. Drool’s running down your chin now—shiny, your boobs bouncing wildly with each sloppy grind of your cunt down his length. He’s not even thrusting. You’re doing all the work. He just sits there—sweaty, big and mean—one hand bruising into the meaty flesh of your ass and the other’s holding his beer, still barely looking at you.

“You’re so mean…” You whimper, thighs shaking as you try to bounce faster. “You’re not even helping—”

He finally sets the beer down with a heavy clink, piercing eyes dragging up to meet yours. “You want help?” he growls, gripping your hips in both hands. “Fine”.

And then he slams up into you.

Once.

Twice.

Over and over till your eyes are rolling back and you’re moaning like some crazy pornstar bitch.

Your body jerks with the force of it, your mouth wide open in a broken moan. Toji’s cock bullies your insides, thick and heavy and slicked up with your cream, and he doesn’t slow down. He just uses your body like it’s nothing. His sweaty chest brushes your hard nipples every time he yanks you down. Pounding you till your brain turns to mush.

“Dumb fucking thing,” he groans, watching you fall apart on his dick. “Needed daddy to fuck the thoughts right outta that pretty head, huh?”

“I—fuck!—I’m gonna cum, daddddy—!”

“Yeah you are. Fucking better. You make this mess, you take this cock, you cum on it—nasty slut”.

Your whole body shudders as you fall apart, screaming and creaming around him while your ass bounces like a toy in his lap.

And Toji? He leans back on the couch again, grabs his half-canned beer, and smirks like he’s proud.

“Next time, wait till I’ve had a bite to eat, kiddo”.

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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.

“let him watch while i fuck you like i mean it.”

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sukuna who fucks you so rough and mean :(

making you spread your own wet pussy open so he can keep drilling himself deep in that sloppy little cunt, the creamy noises of his fat, pulsing dick pounding into your guts do nothing but make him wanna fuck you even harder.

it gave him a wicked sense of superiority to watch you, a little human, struggle to take all of him in your tiny hole, feeling that poor virgin pussy clenched and stretching around his dick past her limits. his thick mushroom tip abuses your cervix with each of his hard and deep strokes as he buries himself to the hilt, making you whine from how sore your body is becoming. the shaft of his lower cock brushes against your clit so slow and torturous, just adding onto the pleasure as your gummy walls flutter around his throbbing cock.

“n—nnnghh! tooo deeeep…” you whimper, your grip on your thighs falters the harder sukuna thrusts his hips, making your soft ass jiggle against his abdomen. in reality you were just a mere human after all, your body wasn’t made to take a huge curse dick, but it’s obvious that sukuna likes to violate the laws of nature. his veiny hands have a nasty grip on your waist, sharp black fingernails digging into your skin so roughly. “this is why i like humans, so small and tight like a real cocksleeve.”

your arousal mixed with sukuna’s precum leaked out of you in thick strings, the white ring of your fluids mixing bubbled at the base of his cock and in his thick bush of salmon-colored pubic hair. “why are you doing this to me?” you asked, your eyes glossy with tears as you curled your lips into your mouth. “we have to make a little curse, sweet thing.” sukuna responds, his painful grip on your waist increasing as he pushes himself deeper in your tummy, the outline of his thick cock budges through it as he squirts warm ropes of cum inside of you.

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meanboyfriend!toji fucking his innocent virgin girlfriend :3

your ruffled lace socks are on either side of his head as he rolls his hips against your plush ass, thick cock stretching you past your limits. he looks down at your soft belly, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches the way his cock bulges through it. "am i too big for ya' baby?" he coos, there's so much mock softness in his voice it’s almost sickening, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand like he actually gives a damn. "i can see myself inside of ya'."

a choked whimper is all you can manage to respond with, your fingers dig into his muscular arms as he leans over you to steady himself on top of you, caging you in beneath his heavy body. you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel his fat cock sinking itself deeper from the new position, splitting you open and it burns. the stretch forces a high, broken whine from your throat, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

clinging to his strong arms, your eyes flick nervously to the plushies lined up on your shelf—those innocent little stuffed animals with their glossy plastic eyes all pointed your way. they’re watching.

it makes your face burn hotter.

toji notices. of course he does.

“what is it, princess?” he teases, slowing his thrusts just enough to draw your attention back to the deep ache between your legs. “your little friends seein’ you get fucked for the first time?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, hiding your face in his arm. “d-don’t look at them…” you mumble, humiliated.

he laughs, a low, breathy sound, and leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

then he shifts, hips snapping forward, forcing another whine from your throat as your gummy walls flutter around him, trying and failing to accommodate all of him.

toji clicks his tongue, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your damp forehead. "does it hurt, baby?"

"n-no... keep going." you huff softly, biting your lip.

you're a mess beneath him, cheeks flushed, sweat sheening your skin, hair sticking to your forehead in damp strands. your lips are kiss-swollen, puffy from the way he's been biting at them. your tits bounce with every sharp thrust, every punishing grind of his hips, pulling ragged cries from your throat.

he knew it was your first time, and he'd actually debated wether he'd be sweet to you, do that cheesy romantic shit he hated, whisper pretty words and take it slow—play the role of the perfect boyfriend only for tonight. or if he should fuck you hard, that would he fuck you so good, so deep, until then only word you could babble was his name. now that he's inside of you, it's starting to feel like a mix of both.

grunting, he hooks his arm under your back and lifts you off of your bed, hugging you against his chest tightly as if you weigh nothing. your arms wrap around his neck, legs locking tight around his waist as he keeps bulling his cock into you, hitting your cervix so hard you swear he's gonna break you.

his breath his hot against your face as he inhales your sweet perfume sharply, furrowing his brows as he keeps fucking you until you start going limp in his arms.

“i’ll love you forever, you hear me?” his voice is rough, almost strained.

a weak, breathless “yeah.” is all you can say.

but toji smirks, knowing you'll remember this for the rest of your life.

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୨୧ — Nanami’s uneven footsteps shuffle against the wooden floors, his tie already slung over his shoulder, dress shirt wrinkled. He toes off his shoes with a clumsy thud, muffling a hiccup as he shrugs off his crumpled suit jacket. The bed dips as he kneels behind you, his warmth seeping through the thin sheet fabric before he stills- breath held, as if afraid to wake you.

"Mm... there you are," he slurs softly, calloused fingers brushing aside your hair so that he can press feather light kisses to the curve of your shoulder, "Missed... hic… missed your warmth." breath reeking of bourbon.

"Couldn't... hic... stop thinking 'bout you," a trail of saliva glistening as he licks up your spine, teeth scraping the nape of your neck. His hips grind sloppily into your ass, slacks straining against the swell of his cock, "Just... needed t'feel you. That okay?… 'S been... too long."

You stir slightly with a sleepy murmur, but he shushes you with a nose nuzzled into your hair, "Shh, I-let me... let me just..." A shaky exhale fans across your ear as he continues to grind gently against you, "Mmph, always feels... so good, m’ my perfect little wife."

With trembling fingers, Nanami undoes his belt with clumsy haste, the metal buckle clattering to the floor, a hiss escaping his clenched teeth as he pushes down his slacks. His bare cock nestles between the swell of your ass, hot and twitching and slick with beads of pre cum drooling from his tip.

"Please," he groans, a desperate note in his voice, "I- hic- need to-"

He gasps as his bare cock nudges against your already damp underwear, the fabric catching on the swollen head. "Hah-fuck," he curses, hands sliding down your sides to squeeze at your hips, pulling them back until they're flush with his own, "So wet- so wet for me, dear."

His hands tremble as they slide down your thighs, hooking his thumb under the elastic waistband and pulling them aside, "Can't wait, 'm sorry, I need-" He cuts himself off with a soft whine, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

Snapping his hips forward, your drunk loving husband buries himself inside of you with a choked moan, his hands squeezing tightly, "Shit- you're so hot and-hic-t-tight." His head hangs over your shoulder as his cock throbs inside of you, twitching and spasming at the sudden heat, his breaths stuttering.

It's slow. Aching. Each shallow thrust accompanied by broken whispers against your skin-"So good... like this. Wanna... wanna hold you." His hips stutter, alcohol making him clumsy, but his hands stay gentle, adoring as they map the expanse of your body, his lips trailing across every inch of skin he can reach. "Love you- love you s'much. Never-mmm, never letting go, I- I swear it," his voice cracks, his pace quickening, desperation bleeding into his movements.

His rhythm fractures- a stuttering, vulnerable push as he bottoms out. You could feel it in your sleep- in your dreams where your mind showed your hardworking husband fucking a child into you- the first tremor through his thighs, the choked "Nngh—!" vibrating against your shoulder blade. Then the pulse before a flood of warmth spills into your fertile womb.

"K-Kento~," you sigh, a dreamy smile spreading across your lips.

He groans out your name, half sobbing, hips grinding in tiny circles as if to coax every last drop before collapsing against you, "My... my love... right here." His wedding band glints in the moonlight, sticky with proof. "Always... always here… always ‘gonna come… home to you..."

By morning you’re curled in his embrace, his tie knotted loosely around your joined hands.

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۫ ꣑ৎ . satoru being so damn talkative while hes pounding into you.

overstimulation. dirty talk. cocky gojo. power play. rough.

“nghh- oh fuck- looook at youu-” he groans as he thrusts harder, his hips snapping against your ass with a wet slap that echoes in the room.

his huge dick is stretching your tight cunt to its limits, the head brushing your cervix with every brutal push.

“takin’ this big cock so- mmph- so fuckin’ well, baby” he pants one hand gripping your hip, the other tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you moan.

his pace is soo intense fucking you like hes making up for every second hes spent away on missions, and his mouth? its running faster than his hips.

“satoru-” you gasp voice breaking as he hits that sweet spot, your pussy clenching around him, slick dripping down your thighs.

“too- ngh- too much-” you manage, but its drowned out by his laugh all bright and unhinged, like hes having the time of his life.

“too much? ohh- fuck yeah- you love it, dont ya?” he teases, voice slurring with pleasure as he leans down, his chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear.

“this greedy little pussy’s- nghh- suckin’ me in so tight, like it cant get enough of my dick.” each word is punctuated by a thrust that makes your vision blur, your moans loud and desperate.

hes not just fucking you—hes performing, every word a spark to your already burning nerves. “sa- toru- slow down-” you try, but hes too far gone, his thrusts picking up speed, the bed creaking like it’s about to snap.

“nmph- no way, baby- oh shit- look at that ass bounce-” he groans his hand smacking your cheek lightly enough to make you yelp.

his voice is pure chaos jumping from praise to taunts to straight-up babbling.

“fuck, you’re so- nghh- so goddamn pretty like this, all fucked out on my cock, arent ya? bet you- fuck- bet you’d let me do this all night.”

“cant- cant take it-” you whimper but your hips push back, betraying you, and he laughs again, all cocky and triumphant, like he’s just won the world’s dirtiest lottery.

“cant take it? bullshit oh fuck- you’re made for this, baby,” he growls his voice dropping low, as he pulls your hair, tilting your head back so he can see your face.

his eyes glint wild and unfiltered, and hes still talking, words tumbling out like a flood.

“nghh- look at those eyes- so fuckin’ needy, wantin’ more of my big dick, huh? say it- mmph- say you love it.”

“love it- fuck, satoru-” you choke out and his grin is blinding, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chases his release, his cock throbbing inside you.

“thats it- oh shit- scream it, baby, let the neighbors know-” he moans and you’re done for, your orgasm hitting like a freight train, a sharp, shuddering wave that has you crying his name, your pussy clamping down so hard he curses, loud and broken.

“fuck- fuck- gonna- nghh- gonna fill this tight cunt up-” he groans and he comes hard, spilling hot and deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he thrusts through it, his voice still going, softer now, all gasps and murmurs.

“So good- mmph- so fuckin’ good for me, baby.” he collapses onto you, sweaty and heavy, but he’s still talking, nuzzling your neck.

“tou talk too much,” you mutter and he smirks, all lazy and satisfied, his hands roaming your body like hes already planning round two.

“only ‘cause you love it,” he murmurs winking, and you roll your eyes, pulling him closer, knowing he will never shut up—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

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god in bed ! (cream pie, marathon sex, overstimulation, mirror sex)

the strongest sorcerer alive has always been oblivious to his own strength— when he’s playing with the zen’in kids, when he wrestled his friends, and when he’s pounding you into the mattress.

“toru—!” mumbled whines escape your throat as your face is pushed harder into the soft cushion below, sounds of slapping skin resonating through out the decorated room as gojo all but slams himself into your g-spot over and over again, eager to reach your womb.

“what do you need, doll?” he teases in a slightly mocking tone, nose tickling your nape as he lays his body on top of your back, weighing you down. “baby, baby, don’t run away from me!” he laughs with his chest as his continues pushing your already arched back into the sheets so you’re in his favourite position— the prone bone.

his cock prods at your cervix repeatedly until overstimulation teeters on the edge of your orgasm. before you could stop him, he snakes his fingers down to your clit where he rubs tiny, agonisingly slow circles on your bud until you become a twitching mess.

“i can’t take it anymore…” whimpers softly emanate from your kiss-bruised lips while shivers wrack through your body as the umpteenth orgasm shakes you to your core.

“you can. and you will.” satoru promises, his other free hand going up to fist your hair. pulling— until you two are pressed together in an upright position. gosh. you look so hot in that mirror. “look at yourself, all sweaty and wet for me… awww do you see me in you? your belly is protruding because of me!”

he continues to thrust his hips deep inside you, even when his tip turns red and twitching, overstimulated in your warm, tight cavern. “don’t you dare look away baby, i’ll make sure you regret it.” he whispers while his fingers come to grope at your tits, squeezing your nipples in warning.

he sporadically and erratically pumps himself into you, “you ready? you ready to take what i have for you?” he asks, right before he empties himself in you once more. white slick drips down your thighs, but without pulling out, satoru gathers his seed with his fingers before pushing it back in.

clicking his tongue, he chastises, “no wasting a single drop, princess.” your body is laden with exhaustion, but that doesn’t deter him.

another thing about the strongest sorcerer alive is that he has crazy good stamina.

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I love his facial expressions

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I need to grind on a hot older man so bad rn

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rick sanchez x fem!sub!reader cw; no explicit smut but still rlly suggestive, alien bondage, dumbification, slight sex pollen, sexist undertones, belittling/mocking, praise, unspecified age gap, they are not related but he does call himself grandpa once, unspecified relationship between rick and reader reader is dumb and subby and chubby coded <3

“St-stay still.” His words were a mere grumble as he walked to your left, rummaging through a nearby bush. You didn’t have the capacity to move regardless of his command. Your back had hit the ground rather roughly, and in your current state of mind, decision making wasn’t something you could be responsible for. 

Rick was always good at dumbing you down. You didn’t know if he kept you around because he enjoyed the process of reducing you; or if you kept showing up because of how much you liked it. He’d been the first to introduce you to the true depth of your own obedience. He seemed tuned into you - easily coaxing you into a headspace of pure syrup, bypassing your defenses and emptying your head. He’d chastise you for thinking when you tried, reminding you that wasn’t your job - it was his. You were there to look pretty for him. 

He returned to your side with a large oval egg in his hand, cracked and bruised like it was about to burst in his hands. He didn’t seem worried about whatever was hatching in his grasp, simply laying it down close to your thigh and brushing his thumb over the larger breaks in the shell as they expanded. Looking at the action made the blood in your veins thrum, beating heavily at the walls they were running within and making your head pound for just a moment. The excitement clashed hard with the steady nerves that were growing in your stomach as the egg exhibited more and more life. You hadn’t the slightest what this was, and it was dangerously close to you, close to the most vulnerable part of you. His eyes were practically shimmering, completely focused on watching this entity spring to life. The purple skies of whatever planet he’d brought you to fought the pigment of his irises, making his eyes look practically black. Having Rick’s full attention was rare, something to be terrified of. His full attention usually meant inevitable death or pain. He was a sentimentalist at heart, but he was a sadist at the surface, and he could be mean when he wanted to be. It’s what made this situation so horrifying - he engineered himself to be unpredictable. He hated being bested, refused to be one upped. You couldn’t read him if you tried, so you never did. Maybe he’d grown sick of you and this thing would kill you, maybe he wanted to witness a live action hentai and this thing was going to violate you. You couldn’t fight back, not against whatever was breaching the thin membrane of it’s home and certainly not against him. Even without his inventions and implants, his old frame held immense strength beneath the wrinkled skin. 

You looked at the thing once more, seeing small, narrow tips of what had to be dozens of tendrils taking their first look at the world. They were pink and wriggling, growing wider in circumference as they creeped out of the shattered remnants of the egg. They seemed to move quicker when they met the ground, still slow but gaining consistency in their movements as they started the dizzying entanglement of the thigh that was closest to them. They were coarse, like vines, with blunt bumps protruding from the otherwise smooth surface of them. You’d expected it to be dry, to burn as it circled you, but it wasn’t. There was a trail of slime wherever they reached, oozing from the underbelly like a snail trail. You made the smallest noise, fear and inexplicable want forcing it’s way out of your throat as you reached down to pry it off. It was the only action that managed to break the haze of your clouded mind. A futile one, at that, because Rick’s hands grabbed at your wrists before they could make contact with them. You were squirming on the ground as they climbed higher, coiling around your legs, up your hips, circling your waist. The soft edges of your body were emphasized, slightly bulging through the vacant spaces as the constriction tightened. You did something familiar, you questioned him. Normally, you questioned him out of curiosity, wanting to know how his brain worked. Now, it was out of desperation, wanting to know what was about to happen to you. Your hands were held manually, and the rest of you was pulled taught in living alien bondage. 

“Calco vines.” He’d said it like everyone knew what he meant. He often spoke like that. “They excrete a resin that- when they use it on creatures here, it kills them.” Your eyes flicked to his. “But on humans i-it’s like Viagra on steroids.” He smeared some of the sticky fluid over the exposed part of your leg. Your dress was riding up to the point of near exposure, the things wrapped around you keeping it plastered to your body, immovable. “Gets to the bloodstream through the skin. Makes people stupid, sweetie. Real nice and malleable.” 

Your eyes were watering, your ability to think going from the normally pleasant blur to a completely indecipherable puddle. Your mind couldn’t remember how to move your limbs, for a second you worried that you’d forget how to keep your heart beating. Your chest was heaving slightly as Rick touched you. He was all gentle caresses and caring shushes as your watery eyes birthed pearly tears that ran down your cheeks. The innate comfort of his hands calmed the storming fear inside you. It was a nauseating dichotomy, confusing your already soft brain and making your instincts go haywire. You were soaking in between your legs, pudgy thighs wanting to close, but not having the will nor the strength. You couldn’t do anything but lay tied up, wrists bound to the ground now instead of locked within Rick’s death grip. His hands were everywhere they could reach. Even over your dress, it set you alight. Choked whimpers flooded out of you, unrestrained. You’d never felt so defenseless in your life. 

“Fuck - y’look perfect like this.” He drank you in, doe eyed and squirmy on the floor, that little glint of fear on your face that he loved so much. “M-my pretty little girl, hm?” Your eyes slipped shut at the ownership, a hum of agreement coming from your throat even as you tried to swallow it down.  He shoved your chin lightly, just to watch your head tip to the side and back, enjoying the boneless sensation you were displaying. You felt your underwear being separated from the sodden place between your legs, the cotton gusset soaked completely, a large wet patch being evident. He chuckled, a knowing and mocking huff at the results. It was always the same with you. 

“You scared?” The air on this planet was ice cold against you, a shiver running up your immobile spine. “S-scared I’ll leave you all helpless?” He was keeling between your legs, you looked at him and nodded as best you could. You were scared of that, scared of being eaten alive by some creature on a planet you’re sure hadn’t even been detected by the feeble scientists back on Earth. More tears streamed down your face. Cooing at the pretty quiver of your lips, he smeared the salty droplets across the trembling extremities, making your face shine with the gloss of your own desperation. 

“Don’t - don’t worry. G-grandpa would never dream of it, baby.” He bent your leg at the knee, holding the folded limb steady so your legs were more spread. “Just relax.”

sorry I wrote this in one night i'm kind of rusty but I love rick sm <3