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It’s a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take everything he’s got, and everything he is ever going to have.

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STEVE HARRINGTON | “THE UPSIDE DOWN”

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your rick sanchez writes are so fucking good i’m binging them all

ahh thank you so much! i'm glad you like them!!

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rick sanchez

☽ off limits (series) | part I | part II | part III | /smut

☽ encore (jealous!rick x fem!reader request) /smut

☽ mean!rick w a daddy kink blurb (request) /smut

+ more coming soon! you can find my post about requests here

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Are you up to writing a blurb about mean!rick with a daddy kink??? (same anon as the off limits you just answered :>,,,,my name is vee!)

nice to meet you, vee!

warnings: 18+, MDNI. afab!reader, rick x reader, mean!rick and verymean!rick, daddy kink, oral (m! receiving), p in v, fingering (f! receiving), spanking, lots of degradation

this gets me goin so much cos rick w a daddy kink alone is ♡♡♡

and he wouldn't be shy about it either. it gets him off to watch you get flustered and whiny under him when he's in your ear, spewing absolute filth about how daddy's little girl is taking him so well

like on his good days, when it comes out in praise and pet names that makes your eyes glaze over and your wet pussy contract in on itself which he loves, so he'll lay it on thick to get you where he wants you, like

"ffuck, thaaaats it baby, take it all. so pretty while daddy fucks your mouth-"

"so wet princess, hah- you need- need daddy to take care of you?"

and when his face is buried between your legs, pulling pathetic mews from you as he lazily laps at your overly sensitive clit, he'll just coo at you, saying things like "sound so cute, babygirl" and "fuck daddy's mouth" until you're bucking your hips against his tongue, feeling so embarrassed but chasing your peak anyway.

you loved his good days. his presence was dominating and daunting but still warm and serene. you could be sitting next to him in his ship or pinned under him, impaled on his cock but you knew you were still safe in daddy's arms.

on the days when he wasn't feeling very nice? well... that was a different story.

don't get me wrong- Rick would never really hurt you... if you didn't deserve it, anyway. but every so often he’ll come to you, eyes dark and serious with only one thing on his mind: what he wants. sure, whatever pleasure you get along the way is a bonus, but you both knew it wasn’t the point.

you’d find yourself in a different kind of position- like pinned down to the bed with Rick’s weight straddling your chest, dangling his balls in your mouth while tugging on himself. he’d look down and watch your nose bob around his sack and groan, pumping his hand faster

“dirty fucking- what am i gonna do with you, huh? want me to treat you like the dirty slut you are? shit- do you?”

all you’d be able to is moan against the wrinkled skin and it would send him over the edge, gripping your hair tight in one hand as he shifted back to replace his balls with the head of his dick, pressing past your lips just a bit while he jerks himself off into your mouth. you’d feel the first few spurts hit the back of your throat before he’d shudder above you, voice low as he told you to show him.

you would, collecting all the salty spunk to proudly display it out for him on your tongue. he’d pull up on your chin with a long calloused finger to close your mouth, encouraging you to swallow and you would, opening your mouth again to prove it. he’d drag his softening cock along your lips as he groaned, “jesus christ- can’t fucking get enough of me, can you? you want more?”

you’d feel your stomach turn, the burning between your legs as you’d look up at him, big doe eyes beaming with submission. “please,”

his hand would snap around your jaw, fingers digging in your cheeks and you’d panic around puckered lips, realizing your mistake, “daddy- daddy, please, ‘m sorry,”

he’d crane himself forward, fingers still tight on your mouth until his lips are inches away from yours. “yeah, heh- bet you are.”

from then on it’s a dizzying cycle of praise and degradation, rough grabs to gentle touches as he uses you, and all you’re able to do is take it.

you’d find yourself underneath him, usually on your back with your knees tight to your chest, drooling as he forced your neck down to watch as he sunk into you, slow but so deep when he bottomed out, over and over and over. the wet squelch of his dick cruelly stretching you open filled the room, forcing you to hear how obedient you were for him. he’d lean down to your ear, hips snapping against the soft flesh of your ass and would watch as the tears streamed down your face, pooling in the folded skin of your neck as he fucked you open.

“you see that? taking me so fuckin’ well, aah- squeezing me so tight, are you close, huh?” the fingers that have been in your hair pull your head back, forcing you to look at him, “what do you say?”

you wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes, his flushed cheeks and intense stare was enough to send you over. but you wanted to be good for him. “pleaaaaasee, dadd-“

“look at me.”

you’d force your eyes open, looking into his blown out pupils. his mouth would be hanging open, drool openly leaking down to his chin as he rocked into you, hitting you in the perfect spot that had you clutching his arms. “please daddy, let me cum, feelss too good-“

“go ahead, baby,” he’d move his hand down to run his thumb over your clit, the shock just enough to send you flying towards your peak, “cum for me- let daddy feel you.”

and that all happens, of course, when you’re good for him. on the rare days you match Rick’s energy, he takes it upon himself to force the obedience out of you- whatever it took. and that may include getting you on your knees with a cold metal device locking your wrists behind your back.

he’d fuck your mouth with a wildness to his thrusts, painfully pulling at the clump of hair in his fingers as he gagged you on his length. you’d be crying, whimpering over his shaft, desperate for air and also relief. you tried your best to stimulate your aching core in some way, wiggling your thighs together and shifting your weight. when he noticed, he’d pull himself out of your mouth to deliver a hard slap to your face.

“don’t- i know what you’re doing. did i give you permission to pleasure yourself?”

“no,” you’d choke out, looking up with eyes filled with tears. his arm lifted again and you were a little more prepared for the second one, but it stung more than the first.

“hah- are you fucking stupid? can’t even address me fucking correctly. little fucking brain can’t- you want me to fuck you, right?”

“yes daddy,” you’d practically moan, forcing yourself to sit still, “please fuck me, i need it,”

“no, you don’t.” he voice is flat and cold as he watches your expression drop. “you need to be taught a fucking lesson.”

and you would learn that lesson, getting aggressively thrown over his lap to receive slap after slap to your quickly reddening ass. with your wrists still locked together, all you were left to do was writhe on his legs, yelping and whining at the sting.

spanking were normal for him, but there was always a routine, which included counting your spanks or even having you count them. but he wasn't bothering with that now and you're frantic, trying to catch your breath as the pain starts to get intense- it almost hurts too much to feel good, and he knows when your voice starts to crack and hitch that you're reaching a limit. "da-ddy, fuck, it hurts,"

he delivers one last smack that knocks the wind out of you, making you go limp and your eyes to roll back. he makes a tsk before responding, showing you mercy by rubbing soft circles over the welts forming on your skin. "that's the point, darling. spread 'em," he tugs on one of your legs and you obey, splitting your thighs to allow his fingers to slide down the curve of your ass, ghosting over your puckered hole before finally sliding through your wet lips.

you can't hold back the moan that rumbles through your body. he hits your throbbing clit and that small act of kindness sends you arching your back, wrists painfully straining against the hard restraints.

"poor thing, just needs daddy to take care of her. you think you deserve it? you think you deserve to cum?"

"no," your response is quiet and weak. he hums lowly, showing his approval by moving his finger up towards your core, rubbing circles around the leaking hole.

"no, tha-at's right. what do sluts like you deserve?"

"punishment?" your voice goes up a pitch and if Rick wasn't so mad, he'd fucking melt.

"smart girl." he pushes a finger inside you, and then two, slowly moving in and out of you, curling up to hit your g spot. the stretch and burn had you hissing through your teeth- you were still sore from the previous nights before- but he didn't care much as he picked up his rhythm, the other arm resting on your back holding you in place when you try to twitch and jump away from him.

you can feel his hard cock twitch under your stomach as he fucks you with his long fingers, listening to your high pitched moans as he hits your spongey center with vigor. his other hand moves to massage your ass, pulling and squeezing the sensitive skin, before pulling back to spank you. not too hard, but you cry out anyway.

"making you cry but you're still fucking soaked, aren't you? fuck, baby- you like daddy's fingers in that tight little pussy, huh? you gonna be polite?"

you feel your face flush as the request, closing your eyes as you whimper to him. "yes, thank you," he adds a third finger and your vision blurs, "thank you, ffuck yess, thankyouthankyou daddy,"

the stretch was so intense, aiding the heat quickly growing low in your stomach. the pleasure was familiar but it also felt a little different- you gasp as you realize what's coming, digging your nails into his calf.

"wait, wait wait, i feel like- shit, uuh- feel like i'm gonna-"

"do it," he's panting, brow pinched together as he held your waist tight, "be a good girl for me."

you feel a wave of heat over your body as you push out with your release, coating Rick's fingers and also a part of his leg. he groaned out a fuck, sweetie, shit but you didn't hear- your ears rung and your legs shook with the most intense orgasm you've had in your life. you weren't shy about letting him know how good he made you felt, crying out as the waves washed over you.

you feel his hands wrap around your wrists, gentle with his grasp as he unlocks the cuffs, helping your arms as gravity brings them down. you groan at the ache of your muscles adjusting and he hums above you, holding you firm as he brings you up and flips you, pulling you back down to sit on his lap. you wince from the material of his pants rubbing against your puffed up skin and he shushes you.

"breathe baby, fuck, that felt good, didn't it? you okay?"

you nod, not quite sure what question you're answering as he brings a hand up to wipe away a stray tear. the touch is welcoming, you find yourself falling into it before he's pulling away. "good," he sighs.

"because you're gonna do that again."

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Daemon Targaryen really went out there, faked a marriage, a pregnancy, stole a whole ass dragon egg and almost started a political war just so he can be the center of attention. He's a menace to society, but we like him regardless.

(I said what I said)

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YOUR WRITING IS FROM THE GODS,,,, BTW I ALSO LOVE ME SOME MEAN!RICK ITS SO HOT I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE HIM SM (same anon that sent the ask about your work "off limits" :>)

you’re so sweeeeet tysm T.T ily

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NO BECAUSE RICK SMACKING YOU IN THE MOUTH AS A WARNING WAS SO FUCKIGN HOT (OFF LIMITS)

OMGG TY cos can you imagine?? i'd be a fuckin mess-

i love me a mean rick, they're my fav ones ♥

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Hi there

Can I please request a jealous rick × fem!reader ?

Thank you and have a great time 👉👈💚

yessss anon i love this shit, it's right down my alley ffff -

encore - 6.2k

a/n: not sure why i pictured fleshcurtains!rick for this but i did... mmm

also i suddenly have like 24 followers?? hello!?

warnings: 18+, MDNI. fleshcurtains!rick baby! and he's got a dirty mouth, rick sanchez x fem!reader, smut, drug use, drunk!reader, reader is college age, old enough to drink, oral (m! receiving), cum eating (if you squint), unprotected p in v, public sex (kinda), some light choking, praise, degradation, Rick's heavy on the pet names, you're just so fucking cute

after your date blows you off, you think your night might be over. but the godly man on stage that keeps staring at you says otherwise.

when you finally get into the club after waiting for what felt like hours, you feel the damp warm air hit your bare legs and the smells of cigarettes and booze fill your nose. your date leans down close to you, having to shout over all the noise, “go find us a spot by the stage, okay? i’ll go get us drinks,” before you could respond he walks off, leaving you alone in the crowd.

you’ve been to this club before, but it’s never been this crowded. swarms of red, black, and silver gather around the stage, cheering at the backstage crew setting up the set. you look around nervously, suddenly feeling a little exposed in your black mini skirt. you specifically picked this one for the slit in the side, riding up perfectly to show off your thigh. 

your heels click against the sticky floor as you weave your way through the crowd down to the floor, getting poked by random spikes or studs along the way, until you finally find a little opening. not too close to the stage, but you knew you were standing next to the real fans, all decked out in merch shredded with scissors to reveal their best features. the real groupies, you thought to yourself before spotting your date, trying his best not to spill the cups of beer over someone’s head. 

when you see him you realize he fits right in- combat boots with ripped up jeans, black to match, along with the leather jacket around your shoulders that he gave you outside when he noticed you were cold. everything there to accent, of course, his Flesh Curtains t-shirt, clearly worn out and littered with stains from previous gigs. it wasn’t until the drive here that you realized how much of a fan he truly was, going on and on about all the times he’s seen them. you had to sheepishly admit you only heard about two songs when he started asking you about your favorite album, and you could feel the disappointment coming off of him. “i love those two songs, though!” you’d said, worried that you’ve ruined the mood, “i’m still really excited!”

when he gets to you he hands you your drink and you smile at him, “thanks,”

his gaze lingers on you, checking you out for the hundredth time, and you suddenly feel a little squirmy. “did you want your jacket back?” you ask sweetly, moving to clutch at the collar.

“oh, no, it looks good on you.” you blush when he reaches out to run his hand over it, fingers drifting past your shoulder, “you look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

“thank you,” you move your hand over his, intertwining your fingers, “you look very nice yourself.”

he did look nice. you’ve always noticed him and how handsome he was, but he'd just been the friendly guy in english until he approached you after class to ask you out. you never saw him in that way before, but the way he carried himself, flirty but polite as he asked you to be his date for this concert, you thought why not? if anything, you’ll get some free drinks, find a ride home and cuddle up in your warm blankets all by yourself.

the lights dim and the crowd bubbles with excitement. you take a quick couple swigs from your drink, realizing you might be a little too sober for this. the blunt you two had shared on the way here might not have been enough.

the members of the band come trickling in one by one- the drummer, a strange alien cat that didn’t surprise you rather than intrigue you, the bassist,-

the bassist.

he gets the most screams from the audience when he strides across the stage, moving to pick up his instrument. the neck of the bass fit small in his long fingers, and you watched memorized as he pulled the strap over his shoulder. he balanced the body of it on his thigh as he rested his foot up on a speaker, tweaking the strings. he winked at a group who instantly squealed at the attention, and you lean towards your date. “who’s that?” you ask, pointing over to the literally glowing man, the harsh stage light reflecting off his pale chest.

the frontman comes on and the crowd goes crazy, so he has to pull you close to answer. “that’s 

Rick Sanchez. he’s the bassist. total lady killer though, it’s annoying.” you smirk, looking up at him with raised brows. “i’m serious! he’s only in this for the pussy, i bet.”

you chuckle as you turn away from him, looking back to the stage. you watch over the brim of your cup as the band takes their places, the large feathered man nodding towards his bassist before grabbing the microphone. “We Are The Flesh Curtains.”

cheers and screams nearly drown out the beginning chords of the first song. it wasn’t one of the songs you recognized, but you swing your hips to the beat anyway, letting your date wrap an arm around your waist. he shouts along the lyrics with the crowd and you drink in the energy, along with the alcohol now buzzing in your veins.

the second song was about over when Rick first noticed you. he loved keeping his attention on the fans that crowd by the front, thrusting his hips and sticking out his tongue for the prettiest ones. his analytical brain quiets when he plays but another organ always seems to work just fine. it gets him off to see people lusting after him, desperately throwing their hands out to feel him. he usually waits about halfway through the show before picking who gets to be his encore, but why keep looking when you were right there?

he felt you eye fucking him when the show had started, something he’s definitely not a stranger to, but if his eyes confronted yours you’d snap away, looking back at that loser. you’ve never been to a show before, he knew that for sure, he would of remembered you- that face, that body, those tits were unforgettable. and there’s no doubt you’re not permanently in his mind now, with that cherry red top, strings tying your chest together, only forcing him to picture ripping it off. he wasn’t that worried about the guy next to you; he knew your date was far more interested in all this than he was in you. he remembers seeing him before, always bringing some cute girl and leaving alone. and this is why, he thinks to himself, as he watches him slink his arm off you and move up, the beginning of ignoring you completely.

but to Rick, this was a good thing. finally, he thought, now you can give him all your attention. stop trying to get laid with some douche and look at him, the god before you, offering you the time of your life. if you looked up now you’d see that Rick’s made his way to your side of the stage, standing by the edge and leaning back, fingers plucking the strings as his tongue slid from corner to corner of his mouth. everytime he looked up from his hands it would be at you, but you hide yourself in your cup, too focused on getting drunk quickly.

speaking of which, your cup was getting empty fast, and you knew you’d have to find a way through this crowd back up to the bar. it’s not like you weren’t having fun, you thought you were, at least. just needed to relax, you think, but the way the gorgeous man on stage is making eye contact with you every two minutes doesn’t exactly help, either. you felt hot, not knowing if it was from his gaze or the heat of all the bodies around you, and you looked around for an opening to find your way out.

seeing one, you make your move, grabbing onto your unaware date who’s completely lost in the performance. “gonna go get another drink, be right back.” he doesn’t bother to acknowledge you, clapping and wooing as the current song comes to an end. you roll your eyes and make your way to the bar.

as the rest of the band set up for the next song, Rick watched your ass swing as you moved away from the stage. when you finally get to the bar, you wait your turn patiently before leaning your tits over the counter, getting close to tell the bartender your order and smiling at him sweetly when he says it back to you. you feel eyes on you and you look toward the stage, locking on to Rick’s immediately. you freeze, knowing it can’t be a coincidence now when he smirks at you, giving you a wink as he grabs at his crotch. your cheeks flush and you jump when the bartender is right there, pushing the plastic cup of beer towards you.

“I think i’ve seen you in here before. you a fan?” he asks you, motioning towards the show that's carrying on without you. you shrug your shoulders with a polite smile, leaning in so he could hear you. “not really, just here on a date.”

“a date, huh?” he questions, leaning his arm on the bar . his coworker barks something about needing help with orders but he just waves him off. “where’s he at now? over there?” 

“yeah,” you admit, picking up your drink to bring it to your lips, “he’s…” your voice trails off as you look over and see him, his tall figure being easy to spot. it’s also easy to spot the woman next to him, grabbing his arms to put them around her waist. you feel the rhythmic plucks of the heavy bass line deep in your chest as you watch her dance against him, bringing her arms up to pull his face down to hers. you don’t see the rest, turning back to the man in front of you. he has a knowing smirk as he repeats you, “heeee’s what?”

“he’s having fun.” you sigh into your cup, taking a longer drink than you intended to. the bartender looks back and forth between you and his struggling partner before leaning in close again, a little too close. “are you having fun?” 

when you don’t answer quick enough, he continues. “you stay here and hang out for as long as you want, babe. i’ll even slip you a free shot when no one is looking, okay?” you smile shyly in response before he leans back, dark hazelnut eyes locked on yours as he gets back to work.

you didn’t know it now, but Rick was watching as your night fell apart. when your lame ass date started getting handsy with the girl in the Squanchy shirt, he watched you, squinting his eyes to try to get a clear view of your face. he expected you to get upset but he didn’t want you to leave- he didn’t know when he’d have a chance with you again. 

once you finally looked over and caught your date in the act, Rick held his breath as he waited for you to react. instead of what he expected- you getting up, storming over to confront him or even just leaving- you’re turning back, giving puppy dog eyes to the fucking bartender. 

the show itself was going great, going amazing actually. the crowd was electric, knew all the words and sang them loud, and everyone could tell it reflected back on the band. every song was this huge exchange of energy and it seemed like everyone was all smiles, basking in the epic moment. everyone except Rick, of course.

for the rest of the show, Rick’s eyes were on you, glaring as you take shots and laugh with the guy giving them to you, not holding back on refilling your cup, either. he could tell you were starting to feel it, absentmindedly running your hands up and down your legs. your fingers would trace your numbing lips as you spoke and you’d feel his gaze- you’d turn to look but it was Rick’s turn to look away, going back to watch his hands or look at his frontman, never giving you the satisfaction of knowing he’s basically stalking you, aware of your every move.

including the ones where you’d reach out to grab his arm, laughing at some joke and leaning in close to respond. shit like that enraged Rick, but he’d try his best to focus on the set, dropping to his knees and letting everyone touch him, countless hands running along his legs and grabbing at the ripped fabric. he thought it would make him feel better, seeing his fans foam at the mouth being this close- it usually does. but he could only think about you, and how you should be down there fucking worshipping him with everyone else.

-

you hardly noticed the show was ending until everyone was moving, splitting up into groups that were either leaving or staying behind for another drink. you tip yours back, downing the last of it for the night. you knew you were close to hitting your limit and you didn’t want to get that drunk; you guessed you were on your own with finding a ride. 

you get some slurred compliment along the lines of like your jacket from a group of guys walking past, and you look down at yourself to realize you’re still wearing the damn thing. you go to rip it off and while you're shifting your body you happen to see the man himself, leaning his arm on a speaker as he talks to the woman he was dancing with earlier. your buzz must of been just  strong enough, because you awkwardly slide off the bar stool, mumbling a fuck it before you’re making a beeline towards him.

he sees you when you’re already too close, and he starts fumbling on his words immediately as his eyes shift from you to her. “oh, there you are!” he chuckles awkwardly, running his hands through his hair, feeling danger in your gaze. “i was wondering where you went, i lost you after the-”

“here’s your jacket,” you say sweetly, shoving the jacket into his unprepared hands. he moves back from the force, but you step forward. “so sorry to hear about those crabs, by the way. hope you get that cleared up soon.”

you spin on your heels and you’re off, his frantic denial fading out as you get farther away. a big shit-eating grin spreads out across your face and you can’t wait to call your friends and tell them everything but a gentle hand lands on your shoulder and it stops you in your tracks. “hey, wanna come have a smoke with me?”

it’s the bartender- Daniel, you’re clearly able to see his name tag now that he’s right in front of you. he’s way more attractive up close, and his smile feels so warm, so inviting, that you nod and follow him through the club, down a hallway and out the back door.

the bitter autumn air is no match to your warmed body. you knew it was cold but you felt giddy in the fresh air, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Daniel pulls out a red box and offers you a cigarette, which you take. 

“was that your boyfriend back there?” he asks with a cig between his teeth as he digs in his pockets for a lighter.

“no, not my boyfriend. jus’ some loser who brought me here.” he cups a hand by your mouth to block out the breeze as he lights yours, then takes a step back to light his. he smells like tequila and your head swarms.

“oh wow, it’s like that? i was starting to think i had someone to worry about,” he says through his exhale, brazenly checking you out as he looks you up and down. you blush and shift your weight, crossing your legs. “no,” you chuckle sweetly, “no one to worry about.” he steps towards you and you wait, chest frozen as he gets close. 

you start thinking he might actually kiss you before the back door bursts open, nearly hitting the wall as Rick steps out.

he pulls what looks like a joint out from behind his ear and he’s already putting it in his mouth and starting to light it before he sees you. you both are staring, eyes wide and jaws slack. 

Rick’s eyes are immediately on you. he knew you’d be out here; he had seen your little confrontation with your date from backstage, and he was about to move in for the kill when you were whisked away by your little prince. he waited for a bit before following you, and as according to plan, he just happened to interrupt something. 

you swear you could see the corner of his mouth twitch before he speaks, voice low and irritated. “sorry, thought i’d be- wanted to be alone.” he leans back against the wall, settling underneath the white lamp.

“of course!” Daniel chirps, sarcasm far from being a hint as he flicks his full cigarette, “need to get back to work, right?” he takes one of your hands before turning to go, “i get off at three, wait for me? i wanna finish this.” you force your eyes away from Rick’s and nod, a reassuring smile on your lips. when he goes back for the door, you nervously start to go with him, expecting to maybe hide in the bathroom for an hour. he gets through before you do, and you reach out to grab the door before it shuts.

“Wait.”

you freeze. the heavy door slams shut and then there's silence as you turn to look at him. his eyes are ahead and he takes a long drag before continuing with his exhale, “not you, obviously.”

you blink, not sure if you’re able to move. “why?” 

“why? ha- we’re still playing this game, huh?”

butterflies swarm deep in your tummy when he turns to you, glazed eyes shining as they look into yours. your breath catches when he holds his hand out to you, fingers beckoning you over.

you’re close to tripping on yourself as your buzz quickly catches up to you. he grins as you get closer, shifting himself to fully face you. “pretty thing, aren’t you?”

you’re at a loss for words at his praises, completely mesmerized by the man before you. he looked amazing on stage but it felt like looking at a dream, but now you’re awake and he’s right here, close enough to touch.

he was thin but toned, the ripples in his chest tightening when he laughs at you. his stretched tank top barely covered him and his jeans sat low on his hips, showing off the ‘v’ at his waistline. the jewelry was the icing on top- you look up at his choker, the ring hanging off of it begging to be pulled, to bring him right where you need him, and you feel heat growing between your legs.

he’s just as speechless for a moment, finally being able to see you up close. he takes another hit as he drinks you in- you were fucking stunning, with clothes fitting tight to accent your curves and tits. he wondered if you somehow wore that skirt for him as he pictures sliding his hand through the slit to grab your ass.

your face is red hot and you blink away, not being able to keep eye contact when he’s looking at you like that. “i, uhh- i actually have to go, i.. um, i have plans.”

“with him?” he chuckles and smoke seeps through his teeth, “n-not anymore.”

his long steps close the distance between you quickly and you move to step back but there’s a hand on you, holding you still. “wait, no i really have to go,” you plead unconvincingly, still not able to fully look at him as you struggle to get out the rest, “he’ll come looking f’r me, and-”

“you think i’m scared of that little shit?” his voice gets even deeper when he’s in your ear and it’s like the vibrations went straight to your core. “a little fucking boy just looking to get his dick wet? hah- that’s what you want though, isn’t it? fuckin- little slut just needs attention, doesn’t she?”

the hands you moved to his chest ball up to fists at his words and your neck snaps back to face him, and he looks so smug waiting for you to defend yourself. 

“ssounds like you’re jealous to me,” you slur, mimicking his grin, “poor you, can’t get a girl to look at you, so sad she’d rather flirt with the bartender than watch your shitty fucking band-”

his smirk drops and a hand is around your neck, spinning you around and thrusting you up against the hard brick wall. the force knocks the wind out of you and the world spins for a moment before you come to your senses, reaching up to grab at his arm. he’s not cutting off air but he won’t hesitate, he doesn’t need to tell you for you to know that.

you’re quickly becoming aware of how alone you are in this back alley- you haven’t seen anyone since you’ve been out here and you’re not sure if you would anytime soon. you wiggle under him as he gets close, breath hot on your face.

“watch your tongue, or i’m gonna fucking cut it off.” 

“fuck you.” you seethe, eyes not leaving his. you’d probably get away with looking mean if you weren’t so horny, squeezing your thighs together as your breath gets heavy.

he’s unphased when he feels you squirming. “such a smart mouth. i wonder what you’ll say when my dick’s in your throat,” his free hand slid up your body, over your stomach and to your breasts, groping them lewdly as he tightens the grip on your throat. you whine against his touch as your stomach flips and he mimics your whines, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. you yip at the sharp pain and he laughs, running his tongue along the bruised skin as he runs his fingers up your leg, going up your skirt and he could feel the heat coming off of you. 

“you ready to be a good girl for me, baby?” the pet name takes you over the edge and you feel your pussy clench down on nothing as you jerk your hips slightly, barely able to contain your arousal. thank god you decided to wear panties, you thought, there’d be a puddle underneath you.

“you like that? i fucking knew it- haha, little sluts like you lo-ove that sweet shit, don’t they?” your face burns up and you squeeze your eyes shut, thinking about how easily you could get caught, being out in the open like this. but your mind goes blank as his hand moves higher and he’s at your painties, skipping the pleasantries and sliding two fingers under the elastic. you gasp when he’s already sliding a digit through your folds, taking his time to skip across your swollen button, pulling little uuhs from you everytime.

“ssooo wet, making a fuckin’ mess on my hand. this for me?” he retrieves his hand for only a second to lick your slick off his fingers, low lidded eyes glued to yours. the sight is too much and you audibly moan, tilting your head back until it hits the brick. 

“so sweet, baby. wanna taste?” he offers his middle finger to you and you don’t hesitate to take it in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his knuckle and you can taste yourself mixed with the metallic flavor of the bass strings. he groans and removes it from your mouth, replacing it with his.

you weren’t expecting him to kiss you but you were so glad he did- you moan against his tongue as it pushes past your lips, swirling against yours and pushing further, thoroughly exploring your mouth. he’s biting hard at your bottom lip and everything feels so hot and dirty you close your eyes to keep the world from spinning. he finally breaks away and there’s a trail of spit hanging between you.

“on your knees, for me,” he’s breathing heavy too, holding your arms for balance as you drop down, eyes staying on his. “good girl, hah-” he pulls his zipper down and soon he’s gripping himself, pushing his leaking cock up against your pursed lips, “eyes on me, yeah?”

you want to nod but he snaps forward, wrapping your hair in his fingers as he starts to fuck your mouth. he gave you some time to adjust to him before picking up the pace but it wasn’t enough, you tried your best to keep from gagging but it was a struggle- with every snap of his hips he was at the back of your throat, showing no mercy when you bring your hands up to push against his thighs. 

“fucking brat, can’t talk back with a cock in your mouth, can you? ffuck, feels good baby,” you flatten your tongue as you get used to his rhythm and relax. you start to bob your head to meet his hips and it drives him crazy; he grips your hair tighter and fucks your mouth with abandon.

“take my cock, mmmmf- eyes on me-” 

you quickly obey, blinking away tears as they gather at your eyes. he watches them fall and he groans, barely holding himself together.

“crying for me, jesus christ- ‘s too good, gonna- fuck,” his hips stall before he gets too close, pulling his throbbing cock from your mouth with a wet ‘pop’. you take big breaths as you lean your weight against his thighs. 

“shit- okay, have to tell me now- am i cumming down your throat?” he asks, leaning down to take your chin in his fingers and he lazily strokes himself, “or are you- do i get a go at that pretty pussy, hmm?” 

your eyelids flutter at his words, so naughty but they work, so fucking well you’re drooling, nodding pathetically and babbling to him, “please fuck me, i need it, pleeeasee,”

laughter bubbles up his chest and he grins, “so needy. get up,”

you struggle to balance in your heels as you straighten up, but it’s not much of a problem anymore when he’s picking you up, forcing your legs to straddle his waist. he backs up a bit until you’re resting on the wall and then he’s grabbing at your hips and your thighs as he moves himself to the perfect place.

he pushes your skirt above your waist to get a good look at you, eyes landing on your pretty pussy, all covered by your bright red panites- you’d pick these for your date, as hilarious as that seems now. “so cute, hate to see them go,” his fingers dip under the fabric and he pulls tight, the thin fabric ripping easily under the force. you feel the cold air hit your exposed cunt and you look down at him, admiring your pink folds lazily with his thumb. your tongue threatens to drip out of your mouth when he looks back to you, an evil smile on his lips. “ready?”

you feel his wet cock slide between your lips and you come apart in his arms, forcing him to have to cover your mouth, as much as he’d love to hear you. “quiet, princess,” he groans, leaving your mouth to keep both hands around your thighs, rocking you against him. the slippery feeling against your clit feels so good and you need more; your arms reach behind his head and your fingers twist in his hair. “please,” you whisper, big doe eyes welling with tears as you plead with him.

something about you had him feeling particularly nice tonight, so he decides to give you what you want- he lines himself up with your throbbing cunt before he starts to lower you, sinking you down inch by inch on his cock. 

your mouth is stuck in a loose ‘o’ as you take him, feeling the fullest you’ve ever been, and your legs start to shake as he lifts you back up, leaving just the head in when he pulls out only to slam you back down again. you felt like animals as he used you to fuck himself, bouncing you like a toy as he stretched you out. 

your head falls forward into the crook of his neck and he chuckles, breath heavy and uneven with his thrusts, “hh- so fucking tight- shit-” he can feel how you squeeze him and he goes faster, “knew it would be, lookin’ so sweet, shit- you wanted this too, been wanting this cock all night haven’t you?””

you cry out as he tilts his hips to hit you right there, bumping at your spongey center over and over again until you’re clutching at the thin straps of his shirt.

 “holy sshit,” you sigh between bounces, “fuck, so ffucking good,”

“yeah? this is- shit,- this is what you wanted, right? jus’ needed a big cock to sit on- hah, you’re so fucking lucky it’s mine,” he’s growling at his point as he has his way with you, holding you still on the wall as his hips take over, snapping into yours in a fast rhythm. you whined at the change, feeling the skull emblem on his belt scratch against the soft skin of your ass with each thrust. 

“oh shit, ahh-”  the pressure in your tummy builds faster as he fucked you this way, bending down to attack your neck, sucking and biting the skin along your throat, pulling absolutely feral moans from you. Rick knew he should move to quiet you but chose not to, encouraging you further when he’s licking up your ear. “tell me how lucky you are, babygirl- ffuck, getting to cum on Rick Sanchez’s dick, fucking tell me baby,”

“lucky,” your mind is blank and you’re just babbling to him now, giving him what he wants. “so ffuck-ing lucky,” 

he can’t help but laugh at you, so pathetic, so cute. you have his cock in a vice grip, clenching down whenever he talks dirty in your ear, and it took everything he had not to hold you still and pump you full.

your legs shake after a few more bumps to your core has you seeing stars. to be honest, you’d forgotten Rick’s name after the drinks- but it was the only thing you can say now, along with a few thank yous as you hold your breath, eyes rolling back. you weakly slump in his arms and you finally exhale, crying out as he continues to fuck you open. 

“breeaathee, good girl, squeezing my cock so tight- shit, fucking perfect,” he picks up his faster rhythm as you come down, leaving you desperately grabbing at his back, nails leaving marks as they go. 

“w-wait, ffuck-” you’re fighting to hold on as he ruts into you, “too much, too mmuch-”

he chuckles again but it’s dark, threatening. “complaining, hah- when i’m fucking you this good?” he emphasizes his words by slowing down, every plunge of his dick hitting deep, and you dig your face into the nape of his neck. he could feel your drool on his skin and he sighs, quickly running a hand up through your hair and pulling you back, eyes forced to his. “you sho-ould be thanking me, little slut- mm, gonna have to be grateful if you want my cum,” his thumb is brushing at your lips and you open up, lavishing his digit with your tongue. “you’re gonna give me one more- so fucking hot, baby- and you’re gonna squeeze me like that again, yes?”

tears fall as you whimper around his thumb, nodding helplessly as your eyes plead into his. you didn’t think you had another in you until he was forcing your jaw wider, diving his tongue into your warm mouth. your veins are buzzing from all the endorphins and you’re forced to give into him, hungrily kissing him as you arch your back. you let him slide the arm that's not holding you across your skin, tracing your spine and leaving you panting and moaning into his mouth. 

he leans back to admire the mess he’s made and he moans at the sight. your chin and chest were soaked with spit, mostly from the blowjob before but mixed with Rick’s now, and your mouth hung open to show the extra. he shifts to use both hands to grab your ass, pulling you flush, smearing your slick over his exposed waist. he picks up the pace and watches as he disappears into your hot cunt. 

your coil retightens quicker than you expect, but his rough slams into your hips are unforgiving as you squirm around him, feeling the pressure but not the right pleasure. you try to angle your hips to give yourself the advantage to no avail- he has you pinned, completely under his control. 

he knows what you want, watching you intently as he drips a line of spit from his tongue. you watch it fall and land above your clit and it’s so lewd but you can’t help but look; he drags his thumb over the drool and smears it over the sensitive little bean, and if feels like an electric shock to your system. you jerk and whine against his hand and he just coos at you, coaxing you to your second orgasm. 

“you gonna cum for me again? so fucking sweet, babygirl, sshit- want you to make a fucking mess, you hear me?”

you can do nothing but obey as your body goes warm, eyes rolling back as you lose track of your words, “gonnacum, Rick, fuuuuuck- sso big-” 

his eyes light up at the compliment but you didn’t notice, unable to think of anything else other than your warm heat, throbbing and squeezing around him when he doesn’t let up. you look at him through low lidded eyes, weak and fucked out when your heartrace slows. 

you see his eyes knit together as he nears his own peak, tongue darting out like it would on stage, focused on a different performance now. his eyes dart from yours to your pussy, the wet sounds of his balls slapping your ass getting loud in the quiet alley. 

“takin me so well, huuh- so fucking tight, doing so good,” 

“Riiiiick, please,” you sob, voice feeling scratchy in your throat. he comes close to nuzzle your neck with his nose, peeking up to lick a fresh tear. his breath is ragged and loud in your ear as he snaps his hips with fever.

“po-or little princess, you want your reward? want me to fuckin’ fill you up, pretty girl?”

“yes, please- please cum f’r me Rick, i wan’ it-” 

“dirty mouth, fuck-” 

his hips stutter and then he’s pulling you close, nails digging in your ass as he bottoms out. there’s a second before you feel a twitch and then he’s filling you, groaning into the side of your neck.

you hum in his arms, feeling warm and safe for a moment while he comes down. he shifts his feet slightly before pulling out, lowering you down gently and helping you straighten out. you’re still trying to catch your breath and it suddenly feels awkward as you pull your skirt down. he stumbles back a step when he tucks himself back in his pants, giggling quietly as the aftershocks go through him. “shit, baby. hah- best fuckin’ encore ever.”

you’re leaning against the wall, bending over to adjust your heel straps when you register what he says, and you crane your neck to look up at him. you’re about to give some smart response when the loud swing of the door breaks the silence.

Rick springs into action, spinning around to cover you from any unwelcome eyes. at first you thought it was unnecessary; you’re fully clothed, standing up straight, but the cum leaking down your legs says otherwise. you cross your ankles and duck down behind him, hearing a deep voice calling out from inside, “Rick Sanchez?”

he swivels back to look at you with a reassuring smirk. “yeah BP, i’ll be in in a second.”

“we must leave, the Closing Time is playing.”

“i hear ya, i’ll be there in a second,” he shouts back, irritation leaking through his voice. the door slams shut and he turns back to face you, running a finger and thumb over his brow.

“sorry babe, time to go.” he smirks as your face drops, turning back to head towards the door. he loved teasing you, he couldn’t help it. he gets a few steps away from the door before he’s turning back to look at you, eyebrow raised. “hello? you comin’?”

“i’m..” you blink, not sure how to react as the fuzz in your mind clears. “i’m going with you?”

“oh, you wanted to walk home?” he snorts, tilting his head back as he ruffles the sweat out of his hair, “maybe have your friend give you a ride?”

your face goes red. “no,”

“then come on, let’s get ya cleaned up.”

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i'd like to start by thanking you all so much for the love on my first fic! it really means a lot, i love writing for rick so much

but all that to say my requests are open!! i'd love to post little headcannon blurbs or oneshots for you!

i dabble in the 18+ side of things, mainly with smut/angst/fluff. i'm open with about anything, but if there's something i'm not comfortable writing i will let you know!

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rick and morty:

rick sanchez

stranger things:

eddie munson

steve harrington

the last of us part II:

ellie williams

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warnings: 18+, MDNI. afab!reader, rick sanchez x reader, smut, major dubcon vibes, fingering (f! receiving), oral (m! receiving), a little bit of knife play, unprotected p in v, some light choking, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, dumbification, dom!rick, perv!rick, naive!reader, lots and lots of dirty talk just for you

it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

off limits part three | 5.1 k words

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despite Rick’s tight grip on your jaw and his weight against your lungs, you fall asleep. pass out, more like, Rick’s hold just close enough to a hug that your body relaxes slightly- you let out a soft sigh and your eyes flutter closed. when an annoyed “hellooo” and shake of your head didn’t wake you, Rick shifted up and off the bed, returning to the position he was in when he ruthlessly got what he wanted. 

he admits… he did go a little overkill. something about the desperate look in your eyes, blurry and shiny with tears as you squirmed in his arms had sent shocks down his spine.  he intended to go easy on you, he really did… but the way your tight, wet walls gripped his mechanical digits as they forced you open drove him fucking insane. couldn’t get the thought of how it would feel on his cock out of his head as you cried his name. 

he thought about it again now, staring at your bare thighs and palming the hard outline in his pants. he stares for a while, actually, eyes tracing up and down your body as you dream. he thinks about how easy it would be to just take you now, imagining you waking up to his cock bottoming out excited him to no end- but he hesitated. 

not because of the threat of your Rick. he wasn’t worried about him at all- despite his little knowledge of him. it was a feeling low in his gut that he first noticed when he had slinked his hand around your throat and you relaxed, like you were waiting for him. it took him by surprise and it softened him up just enough.. and it pissed him off. he wondered if the other Rick had fallen for it too, deciding you’d be a good one to keep around.

but what was it? what made you so fucking special? 

Rick was going to find out.

he let you sleep, for now; you’d be no use to him in your post-orgasm clarity. you were drunk on arousal the minute he stepped into the room- who knows how you’ll be now that everything’s passed? so he resigns to the dull ache in his balls and turns to rummage through all your shit instead. 

he starts at what’s nearest to him: your little wooden night stand. he pulls out the drawers, shifting through the random clutter until his hand brushes by something that feels familiar. he pulls out the skinny orange medicine bottle and reads the label, finding your name and the prescription and he immediately recognizes the antidepressants. his eyes keep looking back to your name and he reads it, over and over, searching his own mind for a version of you he might’ve met, but there’s nothing. when he first saw your face, there was an inkling of recognition, but he couldn’t place it.

he pushed the first drawer closed and opened the one underneath it and his eyes instantly landed on your pretty purple 6” rubber dildo. he grins wildly at the sight of it, quickly bringing it up to get a better look. “aww, i see,” he said quietly to himself as he ran his fingers along its cold shaft, “no wonder you always need more.” after putting it back and closing up the small table he turned his attention to the other side of the room, his eyes catching on your closet. with the doors slightly parted, he just had to slide the doors the rest of the way, now standing arms stretched in front of your wardrobe. 

since all he’s seen you in so far is an old oversized t shirt, he didn’t know what to expect. you wore a little bit of everything, it looked like- everything was organized by color, he noticed, sliding his hands along the edges of the different fabric, pulling something if it popped out to him. it was almost like he was shopping straight from your closet- and if we’re honest, he wouldn’t put it past him. everything seemed so cute but also you, including the couple sundresses he found in the back towards the darks, a very nice surprise. he notices a collared white shirt among your lights, and he goes to pull it.

it was a fucking Shoney’s uniform. Rick had to contain his laughter, of fucking course. like that was the key, he remembered you now, the way your hips swang as you walked by him, the way you rubbed the sweat off your brow on a busy shift, your eager, chirping voice as you sweetly milked your customers for their tips. he doesn’t remember a specific time you ever interacted, but he supposes your Rick did- you must’ve been his waiter or host, and you just so happened to be the perfect candidate.

he took his time exploring your personal spaces. he went from room to room, opening closets and boxes, searching through everything personal to you. he even had his way in your bathroom- looking through your cabinets and then your shower. he grabs and smells your shampoo, and his frustrated dick twitches as he takes in the smell of you. 

some odd minutes later, after he’s found himself in your kitchen, successfully having found your alcohol cabinet, he leans against the counter, cradling the cheap vodka that you had bought yourself just the night before. he gripped the neck of the bottle with one hand as he held the journal he found with the other, fingering the binding as he read. 

and oh sweetheart, was it juicy. it was everything he needed to know and more. about how you met Rick, how absolutely smitten you were, thinking he was so smart and pretty; you went into detail about his hair, the way it shined under the bar light, and his big beautiful eyes- even as glazed over they get when he’s drunk, they felt like deep, rippling pools you could swim in for hours. you didn’t go into much detail about the sex itself, but you sure went on about how it made you feel. how deep he went, how he pumped his cum inside you, and how unhinged you became. even had a paragraph dedicated to his dirty talk and how it made you discover more things about yourself and the things you like.

he had started to read from the beginning, the first entry dated as a few years ago, but when he got to this part, he looked at the date. a literal year ago, down to the month, from tonight. and as he read further up to present day, he found his name sprinkled throughout in passages about your failing dating life and how you couldn’t ever feel satisfied.

“hmm,” he mumbled curiously, setting the book down. he reached into his coat to pull out the pallasite he had retreived from you, holding the vial that contained it up to his eyes. he squinted, analizying the color and shapes within the rock. he sets it down and holds his wrist out to it, and a thin green hologramed line stretched forward, scanning over the vial. the contents of the space rock displayed out in front of him and he read over them carefully until his eyes landed on what he’s looking for.

not only was this specific pallasite an excellent component for harvesting energy- it was a fucking aphrodisiac. 

the way it imbedded in you caused for it to act like some sort of love potion. no fucking wonder, he thought. you fantasized about him every night because you were being chemically altered to do so. the feelings probably weren’t as strong now, he assumed, it would have been at its strongest during the first few months, but it all started to make sense now.

he took another big swig, efficiently finishing the bottle, before sloppily putting it back on the counter. he felt almost jealous, knowing this Rick was somewhere getting off to the thought of you, craving and needing him, with no way to reach him or any idea of where he is. he must have the intention to come back eventually, especially since his little coin purse was literally obsessed with him.  

Rick pocketed the pretty crystal and turned with a smirk, starting to head back towards your bedroom, because why not? you were so good for him before, he might as well give you what you want- what you need- after you’ve waited all this time. all while also getting his dick wet in the process.

but his face dropped as soon as he looked up and saw you. 

you looked wild. hair a mess, shirt still drenched in sweat. you had put on some little pink shorts, he noticed, and he wondered how long you’ve really been up. you were staring at him with eyes as big as you could get them, considering the sleep and tears, looking fearful but determined. Rick could see you hiding something, slyly holding it behind your leg to keep out of sight. he smirked.

when you had woken up, confused and dizzy as the events of the night came back to you, you thought that maybe he had left. it was quiet as you slid yourself off the bed, wincing when you began to feel the dull ache he had left inside you. the majority of the pain had already passed but the feeling was there, the feeling of being used. you felt sick as you remembered how desperate you were for him, still so in love with a memory that you’d allow him to handle you like that. a stranger broke into your home, claimed to have needed to finger you till you felt like you’d burst, and then just left, and you let him. you’ve practically begged him for more.

flushed with embarrassment and anger, you throw on the closest shorts you can find and begin your way to the bathroom, determined to wash away the regret, when you hear a noise from the kitchen. 

it was quiet but you could hear the faint noises of glass clinking together. you freeze, not knowing to run or hide. why was he still here? your heart races as you flash through different scenarios in your mind of how to avoid him, how to convince him to spare you, or.. how to kill him first before he kills you.

you knew you weren’t much of a match but snuck back to your room anyway, finding the pocket knife an ex boyfriend had given you “for protection”. you’ve never actually handled it until now, awkwardly pulling the blade out and feeling the weight of it in your hand as you test different grips. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you wouldn’t go down without fighting. 

that’s how you ended up here, standing in front of him with the weapon behind your back, waiting for him to make the wrong move. but instead, he smirks, looking you up and down, taking you all in. seeing him in the better light of the kitchen made everything worse for you; he was so fucking handsome, just as he was the night you met him. 

maybe a bit skinnier, you thought- his jaw line looked much sharper as he bit down, staring back at you. your eyes trailed down his chest, searching his criminally hidden frame under the dirty lab coat. you could see the utility belt slung around his slim, bony waist, but couldn’t make anything out. you swallowed as you blinked and looked back up to his eyes. 

Rick waited a second, allowing you time to speak, but you couldn’t. get the fuck out, you wanted to say, don’t fuck with me, this shit is over. but instead you just stood there, flustered and on-edge. 

“well, goodmorning. ‘bout fuckin time, heh, i- your taste in bo-ooze is terrible,” he slurred, gesturing towards your cabinet, “had me- was waiting too long, had to drink your shitty vodka.”

you open your mouth to respond, but he continues,

“but guess it all evens out though, right? after being so mean,” he said through a grin, taking a step closer. you remain still, frozen in the wash of adrenaline. “you-.. you’re good, yeah? pretty little cunt tighten back up?”

“Rick,” you seethe through gritted teeth.

“learned a-a lot about you, y/n, hah,- got a lot of secrets, don’t you?” you shook your head, eyes still locked on his. “n-no,” you respond quickly, tripping on your tongue.

“no? does daddy know about the- your little purple dick you keep by your pillow every night? that his- his beautiful baby girl is letting strangers fill her up with cum?” the distance closes between you quickly, his mouth now hovering above your ear as he bends down to you, “that she’s been dreaming about fucking an old man every night.” you snap your head up to meet him, lips dangerously close now. your face feels red hot as you struggle to keep your composure, “you.. you read-”

“your little diary? haha, yes, i-i read it.” he lazily motions towards it and you see it splayed wide open, to your horror, “‘s not my fault you leave it in such an obvious place-”

“it was in a locked drawer, by my computer-”

“like i said,” he smirked, “obvious.” he slinked his arm around your waist, teasing your skin as his fingers went past, and the soft touch took you by surprise. so much so you panic, feeling claustrophobic in his hold and you swing your small blade up and out from behind you, but before it can get anywhere far, your wrist is jailed in his fingers. you gasp and instinctively use your other hand to push against him before he has that one too, and now you’re helpless. 

you struggle against him with all the power you could muster as he swiftly turns you, spinning you around and pushing you over to the nearest counter. your stomach lands on the hard edge of the granite with an oof and before you could react he’s behind you, pushing all his weight against you, effectively pinning you still. you whine against the pressure, feeling your chest get tighter with the lack of air. “Wait,” you plead frantically.

“wow, never thought you were smart, but-” he rips the knife out of your hand and you cry out, “i-huh, didn’t know you were a fucking idiot.”

you felt him trail the knife up your leg, the tip of the blade cold against your skin as it dragged up. you shivered at the contact and tears filled your eyes as you gripped the edge. “Rick, please, i’m sorry,” you whimper, feeling the blade get higher and higher before softly sliding in between the shorts and your skin, sneaking it’s way lower until the blade was wider than the crotch, then cutting the material right off.

you gasp and jump, causing a chuckle to bubble out of his throat. his breath was hot on your neck as he used his free hand to rub you everywhere, viciously grabbing at your legs, hips and chest, slipping under your shirt to grope your tits as you shivered underneath him. as scared as you were, your body couldn’t help but react; your body heat rising as the knife switched hands before he quickly returned to your cunt. with no other garments to cover you- you opted out of a pair of underwear, thinking he was gone anyway- his fingers were quick to slide through your slick folds. he audibly moans at your wetness, you tremble and throw your head back at the touch, and Rick’s mouth is quick to ghost over your neck.

“so fucking wet, huh? you fuc- you fucking like this, don’t you?” he asks, bringing the knife up to your throat. sobs escape you as you pull your head back as far as it could go in a desperate attempt to get away from the blade. “no… Rick, please.” he shoves his foot in between yours to kick them apart, having you spread wide for him. his fingers start picking up the pace, going back and forth between your slippery hole and your clit, taking his time on the little nub, circling and occasionally pulling on it with his middle and thumb.

the touch was overwhelming. you feel yourself giving in to him, the back of your neck locked onto his shoulder as you cry out to the heavens. your legs start to shake and you worry they’re about to give out, so you lean into him further, causing him to move his hand around to rub your wet pussy from the front. his head buried in the nape of your neck for a moment, taking a big, exaggerated snnniiffff before sighing,

 “poor girl, so fucking scared and dripping for me. We-heh,- you could’ve been good for me, could’ve played nice. but since you wanted to be brave,” his middle finger pushes in, despite your sharp, pained gasp, “i gotta- need to teach you to be good, right? teach you to be polite.” he finds a rhythm, slow and consistent, until you start moaning and squeezing him. the pain now being replaced by building pleasure, you buck your hips towards him, unashamedly chasing your high. he’s added a second finger, now perfectly hitting your songey center with every thrust, using his thumb to sloppily rub at your clit, and your vision blurs.

“Rick, i-“

“if you cum without permission, i will slit your throat and watch you bleed all over this fucking floor,” he growls, and the coil in you grows tight. 

“please, please Rick-“

“please what? use your words, baby,” 

you still your movements in an attempt to slow it down, but Rick’s pace has you desperately reaching out and grabbing the counter, screaming as your vision goes white-

“ohfuck, please let me cum, fuck Rick, pleeeeaasssee,” 

“good girl, let me hear those pretty noises.”

your legs give out from underneath you as you hit your peak, his name pouring out of your mouth as he continues his pace while holding you up. you twitch and jump away from him as he continues to fuck you open, but he holds you still, leaning forward to pin you against the cold surface. your mouth hangs open, releasing little aahs and ffucks until your head hits the granite. your breath hitches as you come down, exhales turning back into moans when he doesn’t stop.

once you had obeyed, he had discarded the knife- so he takes this time to slide his arm around your chest, taking your neck and bringing it up to bite it, rude with his teeth but gentle with his lips when he goes back to lick and suck at the skin. the air hitting his saliva sent chills down your spine, and you arch your back, reaching up to touch him, touch his hair, something,

“no, don’t- you don’t touch me unless i tell you to. you understand? y-you can remember that, right?” his fingers slow, giving you a chance to respond. instead you whine at the change of pace, bucking your hips desperately to get him to keep going. you had reluctantly brought your hands back down to the counter, turning into fists as you’re denied of pleasure.  

he quickly removes his digits to deliver a hard slap to your ass, your skin welting up immediately. you yelp and almost jump up on the tile, desperate to get away as he lands another one, skin now hot to the touch. the hand on your throat moving up to cover your mouth, he brings your ear to his lips, taking his time to lick up the length of it and bring your earlobe in his teeth. you vibrate his hand with moans; he’s not sure if they’re of pleasure or pain but he doesn’t necessarily care. “right?”

he moves his mouth to let you speak and you do, apologetic and frantic as your eyes prickle with tears, “yes! ah-,  r-right,”

Rick watches as your hips fall back to his, your ass grinding against him. his digits had found their way back to your poor clit, pressing and rubbing over it, using his free fingers to spread your shiny lips open. he could see your hands jerking nervously, not knowing what to do and resolving to digging nails into each other.

“look at you, fuck-, poor baby, you wanna touch me that bad, hmm? he-hh, need to feel me, don’t you?”

“yes, Rick,” you breathe, words getting harder now that you see your next peak. it felt so good but you need more to get you there, “please please please,”

he laughs as he pulls his hands away completely, hearing your protests as your tears begin to fall; your bottom lip beginning to bruise as you bite down, he spins you to face him, the hands on your shoulders firm but gentle.

“kneel.”

you don’t hesitate. you lower to your knees, eyes locked on his as they follow you down. when your bone hits the cold tile, a little gasp escapes you and you avert your gaze. So fucking precious, it brings a smile to his face. he brings his hand up to hold your chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger, and brings it back up to him.

“s-..so good for me. you’re learning, baby,” his free hand goes to his belt, tugging to pull it open to scramble at his zipper, “i’m going- i’m gonna be nice, gonna give you what you want. you’re going to be grateful,” he moans, finally freeing his cock and holding it at the base. your eyes fly to it, taking in its size and you groan silently. it’s so much bigger than you remember, and you couldn’t imagine it in your mouth let alone in your sore flesh. “you need this dick,” he pressed the dripping tip to your lips, “i’m going to give it to you.”

its too big, way too big, you open your mouth to explain. he had to understand, you wanted this but there’s just no way-

he used this as his literal opening, pushing the head of his cock past your lips, holding your head in place as you struggled against his girth. tears streaming down your face now, he wipes them away with his thumbs before bringing them up to taste your tears. you whine as he pushes farther- you try your best to adjust to him, flattening your tongue and relaxing as your jaw opens wider. 

“very good, ffuck,” he growls, forcing his hips to stay still to let you take your time, “mouth feels sso good, sweetheart, hehh- i- look at me, hey,” you blink up to obey, his eyes blown out with lust when he sees the mess he’s made you- face red and swollen as you fought to keep yourself from gagging, wet and shiny with tears. “so pretty,” he cooed through his teeth, “look at me while i fuck your mouth,”

he pulls himself out, spit trailing from your lips, and you have just enough time for a big breath before he’s pushing in again, coming back out then going further, steadily fucking your mouth with ferver. you gag on his size, struggling to breathe as he’s going faster, getting more aggressive, moaning and grunting when he leans over to rest an arm on the counter- pushing you back and pinning you against the harsh wood, cabinet handles digging into your back. your worried cries vibrate through his shaft and he growls, using the makeshift wall to keep you still he puts both hands on the granite now, jerking his hips against your mouth as you take him all in. through your struggle, you’re still looking at him. 

“s-so fucking obidient. you’ve been waiting for this, huh? been waiting for my big cock, ahh, that’s it baby-”

with one more final, deep thrust he pulls out, leaving you gasping and falling forward, hands landing between his boots. although your lungs are relieved, you look back up at him, wondering why the abrupt stop. he was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched on your tongue- and you were ready to take it all, was excited for it, even. “Rick? i-”

“get up,” his arms slink under yours to help pull you up, “turn around, bend over.” you wonder why he gives you direction when he just manhandles you, putting you exactly where he wants you. he takes no time to line himself up with your hot opening, already clenching down just begging for him.

he drags his hot shaft along your slit, coating it with your slick. “fuck, please,” you beg.

“you- hah, uhh- you ready? have to tell me you want it, baby, i- need to know you missed me, tell me,”

“fuck me, please Rick, missed it- need you so much, fuck-”

he obliged, sinking his cock in your hot cunt until it completely bottomed out. your tongue fell out of your mouth as you huffed and cried, the stretch too much but so good.

he slowly dragged it out and then in again, working you open, picking up a pace as he breathed heavy in your ear. you hadn’t noticed he reached his arm around until his finger was on your clit, swirling it in circles over and over, being sure to hit the side that made you jerk a little more often- your toes curl and you make filthiest sounds.

“so fucking tight, fucking milking me baby, ‘s like it’s made for me,” he grunts with his thrusts, keeping your waist tight against the hard counter, “such a-fuck, such a dirty slut, can’t think of anything except this cock,”

he picks up speed and you’re writhing beneath him, completely fucked out and drooling- he sees this when your head leans back and your eyes roll, babbling his name around the pooling saliva. the fingers on your throbbing button haven’t skipped a beat, aiding the building pressure in your core. his right hand pulls on your body and you go with him as he takes a step back. he pushes on your back to get you lower and he shifts his hips, and all of a sudden he’s right there, bumping at your spongey core and you lose it.

“Rick, fuck, i’m-ahhhh, so fucking good,”

“mmm, gonna cum- gonna fuckin soak me, baby? gonna be a good girl and ask?”

your mind was going blank. it was all too much, and there was no time to ask, “Rickk, uhh- i’mgonnacum i’mgonnacum-”

and in seconds he was out of you, hands even leaving your waist, leaving you so suddenly empty your knees buckle as you sob, “NO, wait, i’m s-sorry, i- fuck, please let me cum, Rick, i’m sorry,” 

“getting cocky, sweetheart, think you got some fuckin- some magic pussy, getting whatever it wants?”

“no,” you reply weakly.

“no, that’s right. you have no idea what i could do to you, princess, fuck-” he lined himself back up but eased himself in painfully slow, still giving you a punishment, “so you do what i say, right? haheh- you’re cunt’s fuckin’ squeezing me,” 

you sigh in relief as he fills you once more, feeling yourself squeeze him as he hits your center. he starts his rhythm, no fingers to aide you now as he grips all ten into your soft flesh, pulling on your hips as he fucks you on his dick. you gave into his control, allowing yourself to be thrown around as he chases his own high- 

“you belong to me, you get that?” the slapping of his thighs against your ass almost drowning out his low voice, “i’m- ‘m going to fill you with my cum, and you’re gonna take it, you hear me?”

“yeesssssss,” your moans all drawn out as the coil tightens. you’ve lost track of the amount of orgasms but this next one was coming fast, the waves crashing in your stomach much more intense after being denied once. “i’m close, fuck, please let me cum, i wanna be good for you,”

it took all he could from busting right then and there, hearing you submit to him like that. he gives you a simple cum for me but it’s enough, quickly sending you over the edge. your legs struggle to keep you up as black spots cloud your vision, your mouth rambling profanities and thank yous as you fight to come down, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you as he continues to fuck you through it.

“so fucking cute, your dirty little mouth- fuck- gonna make me cum,” his hips snap faster, cruelly hitting deep with every thrust, uncaring of your comfort, “this pussy is mine, fucking all mine, fff- tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours,” you moan, knuckles white as you hold on to the tile for dear life.

“f-fuckin’ right, gonna fill it up- take it, ffuck-”

his hips stall as you feel him throb inside, coating your walls with his cum as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling curses as your pussy contracts around him, sucking him dry. you stay like that for a while, both catching your breath, reeling as you come down. you whine when he finally slips out of you, his seed following suit as it drips to the floor. “what a mess,” he says under his breath, tucking his softening prick back into his pants. “‘d hate to be the one that has to clean that up.” 

you turned to face him but he was already walking away, past you and out of the kitchen to the open space of the living room. it was like deja-vu, watching him leave after slutting you out. “as much as i’d ha-ate to leave you like this, well-” he turns to look at you, flushed and panting over the counter, “hate is a strong word,”

“wait,” you manage to croak out, shifting your weight to stand up straight, “are you… are you going to come back?”

taking the portal gun out of his coat he creates one, a wet garbled sound filling the quiet as green light washed over the room. you gasp, taking a step back- it was beautiful but terrifying, this floating mass of a void that has opened up in your apartment. 

“maybe,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders, completely unphased to your bewilderment, “if he doesn’t get to you first.”

and with that he’s gone, stepping through the portal and you watch as it swallows itself up, leaving you in the dark. 

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ellie x f!reader where reader rides ellie's abs?? im so horny wtf ahahaha bonk me pls and btw ur writing is *chefs kiss*

earn it | ellie x f!reader

⌕ summary. riding ellie’s abs!┆masterlist

⌕ content warnings. mdni! smut, ab riding, mentions of thigh riding and oral, use of pet names (just baby i think), also not proofread!

a/n — hello everyonee:) i am back from my huge ass block and will slowly be trying to catch up to the requests in my inbox rn,, very very sorry for the long wait.

also would like to note that i will be adding a new character that i will write for; my beloved jill valentine from resident evil, so please if you are interested, submit some requests and i will do my best to respond!

ellie williams + ab riding! if there was one thing ellie would lose her mind over, it was sight of you writhing and grinding, chasing a high that you’re so desperate to reach all by yourself. she loved watching you. loved teasing you. loved telling you how well you were doing, trying to come all on your own. on most days, it would usually happen on her thigh, but she had another dream that she wanted to come alive. the first time ellie gives you the idea to do it, a sense of nervousness washed over your body. you didn’t know why it made you nervous. you couldn’t really pinpoint the difference between riding her abs than riding her thigh. it sounded the same, just a little bit higher on her body. but then again, it was her stomach. the same toned, hardened stomach that drove you crazy every time her shirt would ride up after stretching or pulling her hoodie off, only to reveal a small snippet of her underwear just beneath her pants.

she knows how much you love her abs. she could tell by how you looked at her and stared when she would just lay casually in the room with no shirt in sight. or when she would work out only in some shorts and a sports bra. and ellie just wanted you to prove to her how much you practically worshipped them.

“you wanna cum, babe?” she whispers softly in your ear, her breath tickling you, making you shiver down your spine.

after pulling all of your clothes off of you, you’re immediately seated right on her lap as the fabric of her boy shorts rubs against your bare thighs and her hands gripping you softly at your hips, caressing your skin with her thumbs. her breath on your neck is suddenly replaced with her patted lips grazing against your skin as your hands on her shoulders grip her tighter.

“you’re gonna have to work for it, hm?”

a moan escapes your lips just as one of her hands moves away from your waist and travels slowly down to your slick pussy. ellie pulls her hand away from you center. you watch her lips curve into a smirk as you lean your head against her shoulder after failing to suppress the whine that falls from your mouth.

“remember what i told you, baby? you think you can do it?” and of course, you never ever want to disappoint.

ellie leans back until her head is against the mattress of her bed, chuckling underneath you as you crawl up slowly to seat yourself against her bare stomach. her abs. so tight and defined. harder than the muscle on her thighs when you would ride them. it doesn’t take much for ellie to melt underneath you the moment your cunt makes contact with her skin.

and ellie looked fucking magnificent underneath you with one her hands at the back of her head as if she was relaxing and the other on your hip, firmly holding you in place. she’s smiling, excited for the next set of events all ready to play for her and that cocky smirk on her lips only made you wetter, your slick dripping onto the creases of her stomach.

“go ahead, (y/n)… make sure to make a big mess right on there, okay, baby?”

ellie’s smirk only grows wider the moment you nod your head and begin to slowly grind your clit against the firm muscle underneath you. you can’t help the small gasps and whines that bubbles up in your throat as you lean your head back, eyes closing shut as your pussy slicks up ellie’s skin quite nicely. the hand on your hip slides down to the fat of your thighs, squeezing slightly when ellie watches your neck strain as you lean back slightly.

“f-fuck, ellie…” it felt filthy almost; the way your clit constantly drags over her hard ridges, the cold air meeting the space inbetween your legs occasionally, and the way ellie looked at you. so amused. watching you like you were her prey.

“how bout we go a little faster, (y/n)?”

ellie brings both of her hands over to squeeze your hips once more, only this time, guiding you and establishing a rhythm far faster than your could have ever managed on your own. you shiver and moan as ellie drags you hard against her abs at a way faster pace than how you were just doing it before. the stimulation on your clit has your legs shaking in a matter of minutes. a groan leaves ellie’s mouth as she takes a glance down at the shiny mess you were making all over her stomach. such a pretty fucking pussy, she thinks, rubbing all over her.

and you’re close. she can feel it. the way your eyebrows scrunched up, the way you bit your lip, trying to suppress you rapid breaths and the way your thighs would squeeze her torso. she her hands away from her hips, chuckling in delight as you kept the same pace. the rhythm you tried to keep was erratic. god, it felt so fucking good. the palm of your hands pushed against ellie’s chest as you tried to chase your high, fingernails digging only slightly into her skin, surely leaving marks the next morning, knowing it’ll drive her crazy. and ellie pushes you even harder against her stomach, pressing down just at the right moment and at the right spot against your clit up until the band that held you together fucking snapped, gushing even more against her tummy as ellie tries to soothe your quivering legs.

“that’s it, baby…” ellie smiles again, her hands still helping you speed up against her tummy. “atta girl… how about on my face this time, (y/n)?”

a/n - a little short but i hoped u enjoyed :) also pls request some jill fics ;-; pls

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summary You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you. [8.8k]

warnings 18+ only smut, fem!reader, eddie teaches you how to masturbate, p in v sex, light praise kink, mutual pining/lusting, lots of kissing, dirty talk, weed ment, aftercare, they are not so secretly infatuated with one another, eddie is a soft dork but also dirty <3 r implied as dressing very femininely

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Eddie kneels outside his trailer. 

You stop at the lip of the grass and wonder what he's doing. His back is to you, covered by a band shirt familiar even from this angle and riddled with rips and moth holes. You're about to call out to him when he speaks. 

"You're hot, huh, sweetheart?" Softer than you've ever heard him. "Why don't you go inside? Escape the heat, yeah?"

You approach slowly, footfall smothered by the lush green underfoot. He's scratching behind the ears of a tabby cat. 

"It's so hot out! The sun's gonna cook you," he says, whisper-shouting.

Like the tabby can understand what he's saying it stands, stretches tall and then slinks off into the trailer. "Good girl," Eddie says, standing up. 

"Are you collecting strays?" you ask lightly. 

He turns to you, surprised but not scared. "Don't worry, you're still my favourite." 

Good girl. His words ring loud between both ears. "I'm not a stray." 

"Uh-huh. What's my shy girl want today?" You spin on your heel and Eddie starts laughing. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Come on, you'll like what I have!" 

"You know I can't talk to you when you get like this," you tell him, pouting from over your shoulder. 

He pushes a mess of black curls behind his ear and beckons you forward. "Come on," he says, sing-song. "Let daddy set you up."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, following Eddie into his house unhappily. 

You hate when he gets in this mood, not because he's ever really made you uncomfortable, but because you like to be teased, and he knows it. Or he likes watching you squirm. Either way, it's dangerous territory. 

"How much did you want?" he asks. 

The cool inside of his trailer is a blessing. You hold your naked arms away from your skin and try to take a deep breath of cool air. "I have thirty dollars. So… however much that is." 

"Babe, what the fuck do you want so much for?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you incredulously. 

You follow him into his room. "Do you not have it?" you ask, tracing posters you've seen upwards of ten times by now. Eddie's a good dealer – reliable, sweet, and prone to freebies without any pervy requests in place. 

He once swapped you an eighth for a cheap charm bracelet. He wears it now, the silver delicate and entirely too sweet for his metalhead appearance. It looks good on him, anyhow. 

He pulls open the usual lunchbox you hadn't noticed sitting on one of his amps and pulls out more pot than you've ever seen at one time. "Don't I?" 

"Woah."

"Uh-huh. Ern't she preddy?" he asks in a drawing southern accent. 

You hold out your hands and he lets you take it. When you open the zip lock bag, the smell isn't awful. The buds are thick with green fuzz, and your eyes water. 

You pass it back to him. "How much can I have for thirty?" 

"For you? Half." 

"Don't do that, Eddie. Gimme what you'd give anyone else." 

"But you're not anyone else, babe. You're my favourite customer." 

"I'm gonna put you out of business," you say, lightly chiding. "Can I sit down?" 

He hums and nods and you sit cross legged at the top of his bed. His bed sheets are pushed away and the space is cold. His pillow under your hand is colder. 

Eddie doesn't bother weighing it. You roll your eyes at him but also feel amazingly happy, because it's a lot of pot for not a lot of money, because his favouritism speaks for what you hope might be a small crush. Still, when he passes you the new bag you feel guilty. 

"Eddie, I can't take that. I know that's more than thirty." 

His eyebrows jump. "I don't care. What's the point in doing this if I can't give pretty girls a little something extra?" 

"I don't know. To make money?" 

He holds out the bag. You don't take it. "Fine," he says, sighing.

"Thank you." You watch him fish three or four bigger buds out of the bag. He presents you with a much more reasonable amount, his hands stained with the smell. "Thank you," you say again.

"Yeah. Wanna stay and watch a movie?" 

You've known Eddie since middle school. Classmates, not really friends, not not friends, though ever since you've started buying a small kinship has blossomed between you. 

"What movie?" 

"Whatever you want." 

You nibble the inside of your lip. "You'll roll up for me?" 

"Sure will." 

So you end up on Eddie's couch with the tabby cat that isn't his purring heavily on your lap as he rolls a couple of joints for you. You won't smoke anything until tonight so Eddie drops them into your newly acquired ziplock bag with papers and the leftover bud. 

He sniffs. "So, you're not sleeping?" he asks knowingly, straightening out with a groan and disappearing out of view into the kitchenette. You're a total overthinker. Pot helps you calm down.

"I'm sleeping." 

"After toking up." 

"There's…" You scratch the vibrating cat behind its ears, frowning to yourself. "Worse things to do." 

"Better ones, though. Hey, do you want a drink?" 

You say no and he brings you a glass of water anyways. His hands smell strongly of hand soap and faintly of weed as he passes it to you. You take it carefully, wary of disturbing your cuddle partner. 

"Like what?" you ask.

"Cranking one out, for starters." 

You wince, afraid to bring the lip of the glass to your mouth in case you choke on it. "Anything else?"

"Running?" Eddie suggests, sitting with you but leaving a more than comfortable gap between your legs.

"Not my thing," you murmur. 

It's weird, but anything above murmuring feels like shouting in the calm of his home. The movie plays on the TV and the cat purs, Eddie spreads his legs out and slouches into the cushions, his face surrounded by dark hair. He smiles at you like he always does, amicable if slightly flirty. 

"Maybe pot is your only option," he says mournfully. He pulls a lock of hair in front of his face and his eyebrows pinch together. "Make sure you brush your teeth after though. Or you'll get bad teeth."

"Bad teeth?" 

"Smoking ruins your pearls." 

You put down your glass of water and weave your fingers into the cat's rough fur. Eddie is really nice. Really really nice. And he probably likes you, so… what's the worst that could happen, by asking? 

I'm only asking, you decide. 

"Eddie," you say softly, disrupting a big tobacco rant that he'd started. "What- when you say cranking one out, that's-" 

"You know." He holds his hand above his crotch and squeezes the air. You feel a terrible heat start to collect in your abdomen. "Five to one? Uh- Nulling the void?" He grasps for words at your lost expression. "Making soup?" 

His voice goes high. You think he's as embarrassed as you are, and you're not gonna ask again. You giggle. "Oh, right." 

He drops his hand heavy against the seat of his pants and leans back. "Crank one out and sleep like a log." 

"That works for you?" you ask tentatively. 

"Every night." 

You sink down into the couch and hide your face in cat fur. Eddie starts asking about how your job is, a genuine, earnest interest that further cements your next decision. You clear your throat. 

"Eddie, can I ask you something?" He grins and waves his hand. "When you," you wince, "'make soup', do you just- how do you…" You slink down so far you're almost falling off of the couch. "How do you make yourself-" You gesture to your pelvis and then screw your hand into a fist, self-conscious.

He blinks. "Finish?" 

You look at the chain around his neck rather than his face. "Yeah." 

"Are you asking me because you want to know how I do it, or because you don't know how to do it to yourself?" 

You rub your cheek with your shoulder. "The second option." 

"Shit," he mutters. 

"Sorry, you don't have to- I just thought-" 

Eddie sits up. He looks more serious than he had before but not any less patient, elbows braced on his knees and head propped up in his hand. He parts his fingers over his lips. 

"You don't know how?" he asks. 

"I must've missed that lesson in sex ed," you try to joke. It comes out awkward. Eddie laughs anyways, a huff of breath. 

"Lucky you, I've sat through sex ed three times." He grins brilliantly, but his joking tone softens when he sees your hesitant expression. "If you wanna know, I'm happy to tell you." 

"Are you sure?"

"We're friends, right? What are friends for?" You don't miss the sarcastic twist to his words or his ironic smile. 

Friends like you and Eddie likely aren't meant to be giving one another lessons on masturbation. But really, he's the only person you know who you could ask and wouldn't feel totally looked down on. Eddie's nice to his core, but better – he doesn't judge. 

You struggle to know what to ask. 

The cat chooses this moment to wake and jump off of you, strutting out of the trailer's open door and back into the sunlight without so much as a grateful look back. 

And now you're alone with him. 

"How's your anatomy?" he asks. You shake your head slowly. "You know, grade wise? Are we passing? B? B-? C?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Munson." 

"Do you know what's what?" he asks concisely.

You sit up and press your knees together, suddenly very aware of your 'anatomy'. "I think so." 

He purses his lips for a few seconds before shrugging. "Alright. We can work with that." Eddie pushes his cheek into the couch and looks at your face unflinching as he says, "You know what your clit is?" 

You cringe. Full body. 

Eddie shrugs. "What? That's what it's called. You don't have to be embarrassed about it." 

"I know what it is." 

"And you can't make yourself-" 

"No." 

He doesn't miss your frustration. "Hey, hey, it's fine. Some people think that it's, like, a magic on-button, but it's not. There's a whole process." 

"How do you know?" you ask genuinely. 

His answering smile is wolfish. "I'm in a band, babe. Fucking a guitarist is like, a bucket list thing or some shit. Girls will tell you exactly what they want if you're willing to listen." 

Something about his knowing look has your heart skipping a beat. Maybe two. He pushes his hand across the couch and you're not sure if it's on purpose or accident, only that he's leaning in, a small smile on his face. 

"And I'm a damn good listener." 

You meet his eyes and know what he's offering. He waits, ring heavy fingers splayed wide in the space between you. It's the sight of them – thick, long and adorned in string-wrought calluses – that tips you over the edge. 

He's already pulling back with a reassuring smile on his face, lips parted to likely say something too nice when you interrupt him. 

"Will you teach me?" you ask quietly. 

A split-second of surprise is quickly overtaken by enthusiasm. "You're not high, are you?" 

"No." 

He gets up to close the door and starts for his room. You linger on the couch uselessly and he doubles back, hand on the wall. "Are you coming?" 

The noise from the TV fades as you walk down the hall and into his room. Your socked foot nudges into a tower of books close to the door and you reach out to steady them. Eddie pulls the sheets back into place and flicks on the lamp. He pauses by the stereo before turning that on, too. 

A song you don't recognise starts to play. Eddie climbs up onto his bed and stands there for a second, suddenly very tall. "You wanna take off your jacket?"

"It's a cardigan." You peel the thin white cotton off of your shoulders and shift from foot to foot, unsure of yourself. 

Eddie settles on his knees, pulls off his rings. "It's pretty. Come here," he says, holding out his arms. 

You slide onto the bed cautiously, naked calves rubbing against the sheets. You feel as though every sense has been dialled to eleven; you're thinking about every brush of fabric, every small sound that they make. 

Eddie takes one of your hands and you sit with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the edge of the bed, surprised at his soft touch. He soothes your hand and brings it to his lap, eyes on your now-bared shoulders. 

"You dress real pretty." He says it with his usual dramatics, though there's enough sincerity there to make you smile. 

You look down at your delicate clothes thoughtfully. "You think so?" 

"Mh-hm. It suits you," he says as he drums his thumbs against the back of your hand. 

He pushes one palm up the length of your arm and pulls it towards him at the same time. You've never been touched like this before and you want it bad, shuffling towards him with a shameful speed. He takes it in stride, hand bumping up the hill of your shoulder. His index finger slides under the skinny strap of your top and tugs at it playfully. 

"You look sweet. Really sweet," he says, his voice more hushed than before. His eyes drop to your thighs. "You'll have to take those off, though."

"My shirt too?" you ask weakly, eyebrows pinched up at the starts. 

"Not if you don't want to." You hesitate. He takes your thigh into a big hand and gives you a small shake. "It's okay. Take your time. Or, if you changed your mind, that's totally cool." 

"No, I haven't," you deny, voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. You kick your legs out in front of you one at a time and ease your shorts over the slopes of your thighs and calves, pushing them off of his bed with your feet. 

“If you change your mind at any point-“

“I’ll tell you,” you say, nodding as you pull your knees together. 

Eddie manoeuvres so he’s close, twisted toward you with his hand braced by your thigh. The cold metal of the charm bracelet you'd swapped him bites into your skin. If you leaned back and he leaned forward, he could kiss you. You think maybe he has the same idea as his eyes dart to your lips. 

They linger. 

He blinks and it’s gone. 

“I’m gonna rub your leg,” he says quietly, “and when I get to the inside, I’m gonna touch you. Okay?”

As he says it, his hand moves onto your thigh. Down to your knee.

Slowly, so slowly, back up. His fingers caress the inside of your thigh. He pauses. 

“‘Kay,” you whisper. 

His fingers flex over your flesh as he draws in. Then, like a shock, his fingertips press to your underwear. 

“I’m not surprised,” he says steadily, fingers brushing over your cunt, ghosting but never truly touching where you want him to. 

“By what?” 

“That you wear such cute panties.” He strokes the hem with the tip of his finger and you hold your breath as he slides it under the elastic, running the fabric over his digit gently. “S’exactly the kind of thing I pictured you wearing.”

“You’ve pictured them?” 

He looks up from his teasing and your panties snap into place. You gasp on instinct and his eyes narrow, his lashes kissing in the corners. “Does that bother you?” he murmurs. 

You shake your head. His lips quirk up, a smugness that makes your heart race ever faster. 

"Do you do anything like this with yourself?" he asks. 

"I'm never this nice." 

"That's a crime," he says, and he laughs loud, momentarily shattering the distilled atmosphere that had settled over you both. "Thighs like these and you don't touch them?"

"Is that what you do?" you ask, insecure.

"No, but it's different. I don't need to get warmed up like you do." 

"Warmed up?" you whisper. Having to ask these questions feels so embarrassing. 

Eddie being so soft about it makes it easier. "Relaxed," he whispers in turn, laughing towards the end.

His thumb rubs the elastic of your underwear and drifts slowly inward until he's pushing over your folds. You gasp and it's slightly startled, sounding too close to panic for Eddie, who's hand flinches away. 

"Didn't like that?" he asks. 

You rush, "It's okay. Surprised." 

One big hand holds your thigh, the other strokes your cunt. He's a little firmer now, pushing the breadth of his thumb over your panties until he touches something very sensitive. "Here?" He pushes up a little higher and your breath catches. He makes an almost inaudible cooing sound and flattens his hand, rubbing the length of your cunt without finesse. It feels good anyway. It surprises you how much you like it. 

He pinches your panties.

"Ready to take them off?" he asks. 

"Yeah." 

You lift your hips and peel your underwear down, folding your legs to pull them off of your ankles. You clutch them in your hand, unsure. 

Eddie sits back and pulls you towards him. You let him manhandle you with a small gasp, his hands pressing into the soft of your tummy. You can't see his face anymore. 

"Alright," he murmurs, pulling your thigh over his lap and spreading you wide. His voice is loud in your ear because of his proximity, and you resist the temptation to turn your face to his.

"Let's just-" he works your underwear out of your hand and tosses them aside. 

His hand lands on your knee and moves down fast. 

You lean back heavily into his chest with your hands pulled to your sternum. 

"Eddie," you say, "what do I do?" 

He hums. "Touch yourself." 

You seize up and he's quick to soothe, fingers closing around the crook of your elbow.

"Hey, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna show you," he repeats. He pulls at the lip of your cunt and spreads you open, groaning softly. You wouldn't hear it if his lips weren't so close to your face. "How'd you have a cunt this sweet and never touch it? I mean, fuck." 

His fingertips whisper past your pubic hair like he's going to say something more, but he only asks, "Hand?" 

You put your hand into his, the back to his palm. 

He sets it to your thigh. "Do what I did before, okay? Slowly…" He drags your hand up and down the length of your thigh. 

Your heart is racing. Every time you crawl close to your cunt the burning longing to be touched, to touch yourself, and to have him touch you intensifies. 

Eventually he pulls your hand to your clit. "You're so sensitive. Is it always this bad?" he asks sympathetically when you jump, tickled at the feelin. 

"I haven't tried in a while." 

"Oh, I see." Eddie encourages you to push your fingertip into the squishy bead, drawing slow circles. "Poor baby. Just desperate to have someone take care of you." His voice is so low, so ridiculously soft, you find yourself sinking into his hold. He squeezes the crook of your elbow with one hand, the other still guiding your ministrations. You bite your lip at the sensation that's begun, the tiny spark of pleasure.

"Here, let me-" He lifts your hand away from your clit and you whine involuntarily. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm only gonna give you something to work with." 

You turn your head to him and watch as his mouth opens. He sucks the very tip of your finger between his lips, the heat of his tongue a momentary flash. When he pulls it back, your finger shines with his spit. 

Your eyes are half-lidded, watching through the crush of your lashes as he presses it back to your clit. "How's that? S'that better?" he asks, crooning. His tone sports an underlying mockery, a light-hearted teasing that's slowly turning intense. 

It is better. It's different. Your fingertip searches for purchase against the slick skin and struggles to find it, the wetness allowing for freer, faster movement. 

You push a second finger against the first. 

Eddie stops helping. You pause, confused. 

"No, you got it, sweetheart. You keep going," he reassures, grabbing a hold of your thigh again. He teases the dough there, never cruel but maybe close, fat moulding under his fingers as he squeezes. 

Your breathing builds with pleasure. Still, it's hot enough; there's no sign of an oncoming climax, no tightening coil in your tummy. You huff with exertion and frustration. "Eddie, it's not working." 

"I'm not done." He sounds almost stern. Your stomach flips. "You have to think about what you want." 

"What I want?" 

"What turns you on." 

You think of his hands and their rings. His happy trail. 

His voice. Good girl. 

You slam your eyes shut.

Eddie gives you another mean squeeze. "What do you think about, when you-" 

You don't let him finish. "What do you think about?" you ask, too loud. 

He stills. His nose pushes into your shoulder, his hair tickling your skin as he asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

Your breath catches. Your fingers stutter where they work into your clit and Eddie starts you right back up again. His lips brush your shoulder. 

"Yes," you say, gasping as pleasure like little shocks of heat shoot to your core. 

The hand at your elbow starts to rove, tickling your arm as he strokes downwards. "You first," he murmurs, teasing your wrist. You swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder. 

You breathe in through your nose. "Uh, I think of- of somebody…" You try, but you just can't say it. 

Eddie's fingers push down your crease. Stop right before your entrance. "Is this okay?" 

"Yeah." 

"Mmm…" He circles your entrance. "Now what does a pretty girl like you think of when she's touching herself?" You don't think he wants an answer. His middle finger brushes across the slick well and pushes in. You squirm and he holds you in place. 

There's something very hard digging into your spine. 

"Something sweet as you… Let me guess. Boy next door comes around to mow the lawn, you invite him in for a drink, one thing comes to another-" He pushes his finger in deeper. "And he's fucking you.

"That sound about right?" 

You shake your head. His own perks up where it rests on your shoulder. "No? Huh." 

Your circles have grown slow and staggered, distracted by his touch as he eases his ring finger in beside his middle. "Something more romantic? Wedding night, love of your life. Guy that's gonna treat you like a diamond. Way a girl like you deserves." He pushes in, stretches them out. You moan as he curls them, as his arm works back and forth. "Gives it to you gentle." His movements slow to match.

And sure, that sounds nice. But it's not what you think about. 

"No," you manage to get out through shallow breaths. 

"No? You don't want it gentle?" 

"Not- not all the time." 

"How about right now?"

"Please." 

Slowly, slowly, the shape of Eddie's hard cock against your back starts to move in time with the thrusts of his hand. He pushes in deep, fingers searching emphatically for the sweet spot, the thing that's gonna make you- 

"Fuck," you whimper. 

His cock jumps. You feel it. 

"You keep rubbing that pretty little clit of yours, sweetheart." 

You do as he asks. You're desperate enough now that you imagine you'd do most anything he says, your climax a tangible, physical possibility. Your tummy feels heavy and aching with want, worse when he probes deeply and marks your sweet spot again. His lips press to your shoulder, soft enough that you worry you're imagining it. 

"You see what I'm doing here? See what fingers I'm using?" he asks. You open your eyes reluctantly. His wrist turns. You watch his fingers sink into the gummy heat of your cunt. "Tight little hole's just pulling me in, fucking clinging to me, baby, she's greedy." 

You gasp, a hiccup of scandalised sound. 

"Want you to try, okay? You gonna do that for me?" 

"Yeah, Eddie." 

"Good girl." You moan, you don't mean to, but he's fucking into your quick and your finger pushes into your clit roughly. Eddie revels in it. "You like that? You like being called a good girl? I fucking knew it." 

You frown and start to turn to him. He presses his cheek to your head so you can't, stuck looking down the length of the bed at your trembling legs. 

"You looked so flustered, standing all sweet and quiet by the van out front with your thighs squeezed together. You think I didn't see that shit?" 

You're limp against him, thighs spread wide as you work into your clit, chasing this new feeling. You can hardly breathe, every exhale a keening moan that has you shame-faced and weepy. You roll your hips to meet his fingers, his hand slapping against your cunt with a slick slap. 

"You looked so sweet. Y'always do." He turns his lips to your ear and curls into you until your squealing. "Guess looks can be deceiving." 

You're so close, so close. Tendrils of heat curl heavily at your core. "Eddie, I'm- I'm-"

"You wanna cum?"

"Yes," you pant. 

He pulls his fingers from your cunt and you're so confused that you stop, your climax slipping away in seconds. 

"Sorry, but you have to do it yourself. This is all pointless if you can't get there on your own," he says. 

Your chest heaves. "That's mean. You're mean." 

"I never claimed otherwise. Here, middle and marriage, babe." He guides your hand to your entrance. You push your fingers inside, your tongue between your lips in concentration. Your fingers aren't as thick as his, they don't feel quite the same, but Eddie pushes your thumb into your clit. "Move your wrist. Feel that? Feel how soft you are? How fucking warm you are?" 

You're not nearly as good as he was but every clumsy touch feels electric. You push your thumb into sweeping circles and pant your frustration aloud, feeling close to tears. 

"You wanna know what I think about, when I jerk off?" he asks unexpectedly.

You nod, your head moving back into his collar. He rubs the lengths of your arms leisurely, his lazy demeanour in total juxtaposition to your desperation.

"There's this girl that comes to see me," he starts, coloured by a smug amusement. "Sweet thing, soft-spoken, always wearing these pretty clothes looking like something straight out of the movies.

"I think about a lot of things. Her thighs-" One of his hands falls to your thigh in time, massaging, "fuck, just wanna bury my face in them and never come out. Pull down those cotton shorts she's so partial to with the dainty stitching and-" He laughs and his lips part over your shoulder. His teeth scratch up, up, up. "Make her fucking cry my name. Feel those thighs tense up around me." 

You're so close your entire body shudders. You slow without meaning to, holding your breath in wait for Eddie to finish his story  

He gives you one final push. "Always wondered if she sounds as pretty as she looks when she cums." He kisses the small graze he'd given you mere seconds ago and everything is blue-white with heat. "Gonna clue me in, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me?" 

Your eyes close hard and you breathe out, an exhale ragged and weak and mewling. You don't moan so much as sob without tears, tensing up in Eddie's arms as bliss blooms. You pull your hand from your sopping cunt and feel your walls contract around nothing as you cum.

He pulls you close, throbbing cock pressing hard into your back. "Fuck," he hisses, hands placating where they lay. 

You go lax, head tipping back as you suck in air that had felt elusive moments ago. 

Eddie rubs your arms without saying anything. You cover his hands and try to summon up words. 

"Just as pretty as you look," he murmurs. 

He's so fuckng nice. So fucking nice, and what? He thinks about you when he jacks off? Since when? 

You sit up and drop your chin to your chest, panting still. 

"You okay?"

After a few seconds you smile and turn to him, intent on saying, Yes, thank you, and maybe something with more gratitude, something silly, just something. But you can't speak.

His face is close. 

Eddie brings a hand to the slope of your rising shoulder, follows a line to the curve of your neck. You look to his eyes and find him staring at your lips unabashedly. 

He pulls you into him. You close your eyes. 

Eddie Munson tastes like lots of things as he kisses you.

Cigarettes, unavoidable. Under that, sugar. Something sweet but heavy as bourbon vanilla. Your lips part and close in tandem with his, slow and hungry. Your heart races and your fingers are still wet as you twist in his arms and take his face into your hands. 

You climb up onto your knees and Eddie doesn't know what to do with you. 

He smiles so hard he has to pull away. Not smirking, smiling, a cheek-aching, too-happy smile that softens everything in your chest. 

You rub a shaking thumb over his cheek. You don't know if it's because of the post-orgasm rush of hormones or because he just kissed you and now he's smiling like he might do it again. 

He does. He kisses you and grabs your waist. His fingers mess with the hem of your shirt and he breaks the kiss short to say, "Take it off?" 

You sit back on your knees, feel the mess of wet between your legs spread as you grab at the edge of your shirt and pull it up. Eddie helps though he doesn't need to, and just like that you're shirtless. 

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," he says, voice weak in what you suspect is one of his dramatics. 

He slides his hands up your sides and stops just below your breasts. His thumbs grace the undersides and his brow puckers. "Fuck," he mouths appreciatively. 

You flush head to toe. "Yours, too?" you ask gently. 

Eddie reaches back to pull off his shirt. His hair's in total disarray and he runs his hands through it, biceps flexing with the movement, torso taut. The black ink of his tattoos move with him and your eyes eat up every single one. 

He catches your eyes where they linger on the volley of bats. "You like that one?" 

"I've always liked that one." 

He grins and it's honey thick, hands at the small of your back and tugging. You spread your knees wide on impulse and find yourself flush to his chest, his arms locking you into place as he dives in for another kiss. Again you're surprised at how deeply he kisses you, how it ebbs and flows from slow to fast like he's both savouring and gorging himself on your closeness. 

You've never been kissed like this. You're weightless. You feel every contiguity between you, the hot and wet of his mouth, the crook of his elbow against the nape of your neck, your nipples peaked against his chest and the length of his dick pushing up into your aching cunt. 

"Fucking pretty," he says, pulling back just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, your chin. He kisses your jaw over and over and over, lips pulling into crescents and then the same word. Pretty. 

His mouth opens wide at your throat, teeth scratching lightly as it closes. He sucks your skin between his lips and rolls it, hand spreading wide and palm flat at your shoulder blade. Steadying. . 

"That's cute," he says when he pulls away, lips shining. 

"What?" you ask, hand drifting up. You poke at the quick-forming contusion.

He nudges it aside with his face as he moves in to further mark up your neck. "You're so fucking pretty," he says, each word separated by a nipping kiss. 

His hands are everywhere.

Everything is warm and you can't breathe. You plant your hands at his shoulders and push away from him, and he stops you from falling flat on your back, levelling you with a worried glance. 

"Is it too much?" he asks. 

"No, I'm just hot. Really hot." You take a big breath and wipe your face with the back of both hands. 

"That's true," he says, leaning back against the wall. His hands fall to your thighs. "Are you okay?" 

You drop your hands abruptly and can't believe the fondness you're feeling. "You're pretty, too," you tell him. Honest if very shy; meek, entirely sincere. "I'm okay. I want…" 

"You want?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"I have this fantasy," you begin. 

Eddie widens your legs to move from under them. It doesn't surprise you when he comes to lie on your chest, holding his weight off of you with an arm at the side of your ribs. His hair falls and hides the room from view. All you can see is his face, and it's beautiful. 

"Tell me about it." 

"It's- okay. It's…" You drift off as he dips down to kiss your collar, only chaste pecks but enough to distract you. "It's kind of like this." 

"Yeah?" His breath warms your chest. More ditzy kisses.

"I get here and you're coming out of the shower-" 

"Tasteful." 

"With a towel low on your hips," you add pointedly. It's useless, his sarcasm has pinned you spot on. "And you- you touch me." 

Eddie kitten licks the skin he's just nibbled and looks up. "Like this?" 

"Like this." 

"And after that," his hand moves between you to the zipper of his jeans, the sound of metal clicking metal ringing through the room, "what do I do?" 

"You push me down into the bed, and-" You feel the fabric of his jeans rub your thighs as he pulls them down. "You…" 

"What do I do, sweetheart?" 

"You push my legs up and you fuck me," you confess.

He scrambles back towards his nightstand, a hand on your ankle that says, I'm not going far. "How do I fuck you? Am I rough?" 

"Not at first." 

There, in his hands, the red plastic of a condom wrapper, bright as a maraschino cherry. He holds it up and you nod. 

"Not at first," he murmurs, ripping open the condom, hissing as he pulls it over his weeping cock. It's big – not too thick, but big, surrounded by a thatch of dark curls trimmed neat. "But eventually?" 

He rolls it on tight and then there's nothing but this admission of your guiltiest fantasy. You spread your legs without thinking and he pulls you towards him, thumb collecting slick where it's pooled and pushing it up towards your entrance. What's left on his fingers he smears over the length of his shaft. You watch him rub at the head and sigh. 

"Eventually," you agree. 

His cock rubs up against you as he leans down and pinches your chin between his fingers, lips parted from a sharp gasp and opening further. "Can I fuck you? Is that what you want?" 

You nod voraciously. 

He gives you a very firm kiss at the highest point of your cheek. "In words." 

"Yes, you can fuck me. That's what I want," you say without hesitation. 

"You tell me if I do something you don't like," he says, lining up. 

"I will," you say earnestly. 

Eddie pushes your leg up towards your tummy and holds it there. "Good girl," he praises, and pushes in.

You're already worked open by his hand, your own hand and your climax, and still it's a snug fit. You cross your arm over your chest with your lips bitten hard to stop from making what you anticipate to be a very great and mortifying sound. He takes it slow, real slow, towering over you with his brows furrowed just slightly and his back arching. Every move he makes is accompanied by a careful thrust of his hips. He's rhythm in motion. 

"Fuck," he mutters, more than once. He's halfway when you feel that stretch, your pulpy walls accommodating him with little complaint and a lot of pleasure. 

You drop your head back against the bed sheets and hug yourself. 

Eddie reaches for your hand where its cracking your breast absentmindedly and squeezes your fingers. "How's that?" he asks. "How's that feel?" 

You close your eyes. "S'good, Eddie." You lay out your own roll of expletives as he pushes in ever deeper. "You're really- oh," you gasp, "really deep." 

"You should see it, babe, pretty pussy gripping my every fucking inch." He leans down and his cock fills another inch of you. Your fingers ache with how hard he's squeezing them, and you look up to find his eyes on yours. "I'm gonna fill you up, okay? You gonna be a good girl for me and take it?" 

You blink and your lashes feel heavy with tears. "Yeah. I can take it. I can take it." 

"I know," he says, hovering over you, close enough to hug if you wanted to. 

He grabs your side and his thumb pushes into the soft swell of your breast, his grip tightening as he fits those last inches of his cock inside you. You rub your cheek against his bedsheets, your head fuzzy from being so full. He takes your bared neck as an opportunity and ducks into the juncture of it and his face fits there like it was made to, his nose bobbing against the column of your throat as he starts to fuck into you. His hips roll, a mess of his sticky pubes kissing your clit. 

This close you can smell him, the heavy scents of pot and smoke, the sweet nutty smell of oil clinging to his hair. Sweat, as you imagine you smell of too, and sex. The room is filled with it, the smells and the sounds of his thighs thudding into yours. 

"Eddie- Eddie," you whimper, muffled by the sheets beneath you. 

He pushes in deep and rubs his nose into your skin emphatically. "What's wrong, hm? What's got you all wound up?" 

You wrap your arms around his back. You're not sure if you're allowed to but you're hardly thinking ahead – you can't. Every thrust, every movement he makes is at the forefront of your mind, commanding all of your attention. The tickling of his hair against the side of your face. The skipping of the chains of his necklace where it teases your neck. 

"Babe?" he asks, pulling back to turn your head. He stills inside you. 

You protest, loud and completely unlike yourself. "Eddie, don't stop. Please don't." Your hands push into his shoulder blades. He ruts in at your request, thumb rubbing your cheek. "Feels so good," you say. You trip over your praise, voice breaking. 

He starts up again, whispering, "Do you want me to hold your leg up, pretty girl?" and, "Taking me so well- taking it so fucking well," and, worse, "Fuck, sweetheart, just like that," when you tigthen around him. 

You weave your fingers into the messy crush of black curls surrounding his face, careful not to tug as you covet the back of his head and nape of his neck, scratching his scalp lightly with one hand as the other strokes his side. 

Your moans become a half-sobbing sort of mess, quiet and desperate, drawn out of you with every tap of his cock into your soft spot. When he finds it he can't not search for it, rutting into it over and over until you can't produce anything but an unintelligible stream of babble and happy sighs. 

He laps lazily at your neck, the stretch of skin dampened and stinging from love bites. He thrusts in hard and hits something sweet that has you clinging to him. 

"You smell good," he says into your skin.

Your hips ache with pleasure. "I must taste pretty good," you say. What, with how he's willing to nibble on you like this. 

He squeezes your neck and narrows his eyes at you playfully. "I intend to find out." He moves down until your lips are a hair's width from touching. "Bet you taste as sweet as everything else."

You lift your chin and kiss him, dedicating your affections to his top lip. He groans into your mouth, hips moving slow and thrusts shallow when suddenly they're not. His cock drags out slowly and slams in deep, his pelvis hitting into yours. 

You keen into the kiss, gentle and at odds with his fucking. His fingers find your ear and his thumb follows down the shell until he's pinching your earlobe, a split-second touch that melts you into putty. He pulls away from the kiss and inhales loudly, his fingers under your ear and pushing your face to the side so that he can wade in from a new angle.

You curl your fingers around his wrist and let yourself be kissed and fucked and touched. Anything he wants to do, he can do. 

Eddie breaks the kiss.

"What did I taste like?" you ask breathlessly. 

He traces an invisible teardrop down your cheek with the back of his pinky finger. "Oh, sweetheart," he says quietly, lowering his lips to the shell of your ear. "That's not where I meant." 

Another hard thrust. You gasp at the dull aching spreading through your tummy and Eddie softens slightly, not so deep but just as fast, faster, his cheek to your cheek as he works you open. His rugged panting in your ear is everything you need. You force your hand between your body and Eddie's and search for the wet mess of your clit, chasing quick circles into the swollen bump. 

Eddie realises what's happening and his fucking turns desperate. "You gonna cum again? Shit- keep touching, I'll get you there, fucking promise you." He's hardly pulling out an inch before he's rutting back in, kicking up the speed until all you can feel is pleasure again. 

Eddie slows down as you cum, moaning as you tighten around him. He pushes away from you to kneel between your legs again, eyes locking onto your cunt obstinately, his panting loud as he drags his cock in and out. 

"Insane," he mumbles, hands coasting down your legs until he's grasping the fat of your thighs and pulling you back onto his cock. "You're insane." 

As if proving it, his hands rove the hills and troughs of your torso, your skin clammy underhand, his hips moving mindlessly. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and blink back into focus. 

"Are you close?" you ask him, whispering. 

You're lucky he can hear you with the music he's playing and the sounds of your slick hole being stretched. Eddie tucks a lock of sweat-dark hair behind his ear and his eyes pause in their reverential searching to meet yours. 

He peels your hand off of your mouth and holds it. 

"Fucking teetering, babe. Been close ever since I felt you wrapped around my fingers." He pulls your hand and you take it as a cue to try and sit up. Eddie helps you into his lap, your thighs straddling his thighs, slipping down his length until you're stuffed to bursting. 

You hide your face in his shoulder and he rubs your back. "You're okay," he says sympathetically, "I got you. You just sit pretty, there's a good girl." 

You wrap your arms around his neck and try your best to bounce on his cock as he thrust up into you, a steady pace that turns sloppy. You rake your hands through his curls and kiss at the curve of his neck down to the slope of his shoulder, dizzied and cock-drunk, totally fucked out. You hum into your kisses with every prodding of his mushroom tip against your deepest spot, rambling nonsense at him in a way you hope is making a difference. 

"Fucking me so good," you mumble, equal parts tearful and euphoric, lips wet and spreading a shine like frost in the sun over his lean shoulder. "So good, Eddie. Thought about this too much." 

"Yeah?" he asks, sounding like a different person. Voice rough as hewn stone and hands bruising where they grip you, his heavy sack slapping into you with every sluggish rock of his hips. "Good as you pictured? M'I fucking you like you wanted?" 

"Better," you say sincerely. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he says, and he's close, you know he is.

You roll your pelvis in circles and try your hardest, aflame as you plead, "Cum for me, please? Please, Eddie, wanna feel it." 

Despite your shy intonation Eddie goes rigid. He fucks in with one final thrust that sends shocks deep to your core and spreading out, cutting your happy little gasp short as he pulls your head tight to his neck. His hips twitch underneath you and he's making sounds that are going to haunt you, whiney, begging moans over your head. 

Eddie's tight hold on you slowly loosens. You're breathing fast, finally out of motion. Your thighs burn where they're spread over his lap and you squirm unintentionally. 

He pulls your neck back from his shoulder and looks over your face, concern lining the soft set of his eyes. He cups your cheek in question. 

"I'm okay," you say softly. "I'm more than okay. That was amazing." 

"It was amazing," he agrees, caught off guard.

"Yeah." 

You shift backwards and the two of you wince at the sensitivity. You ease your legs open and Eddie pulls out, pumping the sticky shaft once. His eyes flutter closed. 

You move off of his lap and turn to the side so you can stretch out your aching legs. Eddie follows suit, collapsing off of his knees and onto his back, the pillow behind him keeping him propped up. 

You watch him ease the condom off of his cock curiously, White cum has smeared and drips down the length of him, his pubes tangled by a mixture of your slick and his. 

He spots you watching and smiles. "What, sweetness? What are you thinking about?"

"I made you cum." 

His eyebrows jump but quickly smooth. "I think I went blind, for a second." 

You giggle at his hyperbole and he pulls you down against his chest, your side pressing into his navel. Your cheek to the space shy of his heart. 

His hand comes to rest on your forehead. 

"Do you really think about me?" you ask, knowing the answer. 

"Every night." 

You close your eyes and hide your smile in his skin. He chuckles and wraps you up in one arm, his hand a firm pressure as he massage the dipped plane of your back. 

Nestling your cheek into his chest, you say, "I think about it, too. All the time." 

"Uh-huh. Maybe we can make some more of those racy thoughts a reality. What was that one about me coming out of the shower?" 

You like this casual conversation and decide to try and make him laugh, stretching your words out low. "Well, you're coming out of the shower, and your towel slips open-" There, his bumping laughter at your over the top salaciousness. 

"That's awful. Most cliche, overdone, cheap porno concept ever," he chastens. 

"I never said I was creative." 

"What happens after that?" 

"The towel gets swept away by a sudden gust of wind, so I have to cover you. With my body." 

He bursts. There's no other word to describe it, his back arches with the force of his laughter and he holds his fist to his mouth, shaking and giggling like an idiot. 

"Where's the wind coming from?" he questions incredulously. 

"I don't know! The window?" 

"Oh my god," he says. He hooks his hand under your arm and pulls you up his chest, dotting a fond kiss to your forehead as you near. "And after that?" 

"Well, I told you that part." 

"Right, we hook up, but after that." 

You clench your fists, insecure. "After?" 

He brings the hand that isn't loving the length of your back to your face, stroking the skin under your chin with the backs of his index and middle finger, the flat of his fingernails sliding gently in a soothing back and forth. 

"I guess it's kind of like this," you answer eventually. 

"Does fantasy Eddie get another kiss, too? Or does he- do they stop, afterwards?" 

"It's a fantasy. The kisses never stop," you tell him. Adrenaline must linger in your veins; you can barely speak.

His expression becomes impassive, and a lull in the conversation blossoms. He searches your face for something and you don't know what, but he must find it, because he dips down and kisses you chaste on the lips. 

Your hands are back to tentative as they explore his neck. Your fingertips grace the curves of his throat and then sink behind, into the dampened mess of his hair. 

He stays chaste, dainty kisses, pulling back to dot them against your lips over and over. 

"Eddie," you say softly, "what are you doing?" 

"It feels like kissing," he says, tone a mirror of your own. 

You huff a laugh against his lips and kiss back. 

Later, after more kisses than you could ever count and an hour dozing on his chest whilst his hand rubbed circles into your tired back, you get dressed into your clothes that he likes so much and slip your goodie bag into the belly of your strappy purse. 

"Don't go over the top with it, alright?" he says, watching the green bud dissappear.

Jeans back in place and still bare-chested, Eddie sits on the end of his bed and scratches the back of his neck. You give him a grateful smile. "No, I won't. I actually think I might sleep really well tonight without it." 

He smirks. "I bet you will." 

Eddie walks with you to the front porch. You'd linger if you didn't have to go, and you're pretty sure he'd let you. There's a fraction of awkward silence.

"See you later," you say, walking sideways down one step, another. 

Eddie catches your hand. It takes you a second to realise what he's done: forced your crumpled thirty dollars back into your hand. Your heart misses a beat and you feel your stomach plumet – you hadn't fucked him for the free pot. 

"Eddie-" 

"My girl can't pay for her own supply. That's not happening." 

You take one step up. "Your girl?" 

He has the good graces to look nervous. "If you wanna be." 

You don't know how to answer. He looks pretty like this in the last dregs of sunshine, big brown eyes waiting patiently for you to say something, hand clutching his elbow. It doesn't feel entirely real. 

You step on tip toes and work your hands behind his neck to kiss his cheek before rubbing your forehead against his chin. "I'll come by tomorrow?" you ask hopefully. He relaxes under your weight.

"Any time you want. I'll take you some place nice, if you're up for it." 

You set back on your heels and pull away. "You don't need to go all fancy on me, Munson." You're happy to get stoned and eat burgers on the couch.

He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the flanks of your thighs before he takes in your face. His smile is almost dorky when he says, "No I- I think I do. I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl." 

You nod with an aching smile and are a little ways away when he smugly calls, "Sleep well!" 

After the lesson he just gave you, you're sure you will. 

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! part one !

! part three !

a/n: went a little off the rails with this one, i apologize beforehand

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warnings: 18+, MDNI. afab!reader, rick sanchez x reader, smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f! receiving), degradation, dumbification (kinda), dom!rick, perv!rick (tbh), naive!reader (tbh), reader is in extreme physical pain at one point so also sadist!rick

it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

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this wasn’t the first time he heard of a Rick using someone like this. it’s more common than you think- most Ricks opting to just cut you open instead, move your insides around to fit whatever they need hiding, then stitch you back up to send you on your way, carrying along, nothing the wiser. it was a god-complex thing, Rick thinks, although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t see the appeal. but this way, leaving something so deep within your warm, plush walls, in a place where only a Rick’s dick could reach? it was cocky, it was childish. it was genius.

the crystal itself- more of a shard, really, was very small, so it made sense why it was so easy to pull off. he just had to push it in deep and hold it there, the crystal most likely covered with something made to stick to you, coating itself with your slick for camouflage. it must have felt good, too- it would explain why you’re so ready for him this fast. it should be relatively easy to retrieve it, Rick thinks. you’ve already done half the work for him, absolutely soaked and trembling in his arms. you’re practically begging for it. he wonders if you’ll be able to handle it. 

you feel his chest shake with laughter. you felt confused, a little scared, and so small. you also couldn’t ignore the heat growing in your tummy, and you were worried he might notice that you’re starting to drip down your thighs.

you shouldn’t feel this way. you don’t even really know this man, what he wants- you don’t even know how he got in. anxiety unfurls in your chest when you remember the open window- how could you be so careless? 

“i have some baa-ad news, sweetheart,” he slowly pushed you down against the bed, grip still firm on your throat- you weren’t going anywhere. “seems like Rick wasn’t very nice.” he used his other hand to spread your thighs and pull your hips down- he wasn’t worried about your hands, he knew you wouldn’t attempt to stop him. sliding you close, your legs automatically locked around his. he liked that. 

you’re fully straddling him now and he starts to rock into you, bare pussy against the soft material of his pants. if you couldn’t feel his erection before, you can now- impossible to ignore as it grinds against your heat. moans escape your lips, as much as you try to hold them back, but it doesn’t matter. he has you right where he wants you.

he loosens his grip on your neck, softly stroking it but keeping your head locked, going easy on you. you barely noticed the shift, far too busy on the feeling of his huge dick against you. you remembered how much it stretched you. you’d never been so full, so fucked out, so far gone.

“needy little thing. need to listen to me. listen to my words, you- get that?”

you breathe out a full “yes,” sounding scared but all too eager.

he moved his arm out from underneath you, letting you fully sink into the soft mattress. you can only relax for a moment before he’s pushing your face into the sheets, giving you the courtesy to breathe when you panic and force your head sideways. he stills his hips and his voice gets low, serious as he straightens up.

“it just so happens that this crystal i’m looking for is inside you,” Rick states, flatly you thought. matter of fact. the stall of his hips created an opening of clarity, and he could tell, putting more weight on your skull. you squirm, a little panicked now. “apparently he thought you’d make a good hiding spot.”

you felt your voice hitch as you spoke. “crystal?” you sounded so confused, so vulnerable. Rick wishes you would cry. he craves to see your cute little face, flushed and wet with tears. and he sees no reason why you wouldn’t give that to him- you’ve been so good for him already, after all. 

his other hand was on your waist now, drawing circles against your soft skin. it was a nice feeling compared to the rest of your position, and you try to focus on his mercy.

“yes, actually a pallasite from- heh, yes it’s a.. pretty little crystal,” he hissed, not even attempting to hide his arousal. you were so cute. he finally eased up on your head, trailing his fingers down the back of your neck, down your spine. you took a big breath. “thought he’d use you- that pretty little pussy to hide his treasure. so mean of him, huh? did he hurt you, poor thing?”

“H-how?.. i- don’t,” he begins his rocking again and you pause, words caught in your throat. he had shifted angles, the large bulge in his pants now brushing against your clit with every thrust. and he’s so polite, he lets you take your time to find your words. “wh..uhh,- Rick, i.. i don’t understand,” you were drooling at this point, a mixture of fear and arousal completely fogging your mind. it was true, you really didn’t understand. could barely tell what was real at this point with this, let’s admit it, stranger so close against you, watching you unravel. it was all getting to be too much as you feel the coil tighten deep in your stomach.

as much as Rick wants to completely tear you apart, he really is in no hurry. in fact, he could stand here and watch you like this for hours. he knows you’re close, but he’s not going to let you get there, not yet. he wants to take his time with you, let you know how lucky you are, he’s going so easy on you.

“Shhhhh, sweetheart, i know. it’s okay. I’m- hah, going to help you, you need me. poor ba-aby, i’m gonna have to- have to go in and get it.”

“Rick,-”

he guided your hips until they were flush with the bed then roughly grabbed at your legs to turn you over. you whine at the loss of contact, your poor desperate pussy squeezing around nothing, and he just laughs at you. you could really see him now, in the dim light of your room, pupils blown out with lust staring into your own. with all the squirming on the bed, your shirt had slid up, and he had full view of you now- a total cockdrunk mess, sweating and panting, tears streaking down your face. you softly voiced your discomfort, bringing your arms up to cover whatever modesty you had left. that was a mistake.

he quickly had your wrists in his bony fingers, wrapped so tightly you worry they’ll bruise, pinned uncomfortably to your sides. a gasp leaves your lips, the movement so fast it makes you dizzy. how dare you disrespect him, covering yourself like that, denying him, when he let you make such a mess on his new pants and basically used him to get off. he’d teach you to be thankful, he decided.

“this is how it’s going to work,” he seethed, leaning over you now, his face contorted in anger inches away, breath hot against your face. you can smell the aftershave, the alcohol on his breath. “i’m going to get what i came here for, heh,a- and you get to live. you understand? that means you listen to me,” you breathe heavily, nodding helplessly as you look up at him, hanging on to every word, his voice vibrating through your body. the look in his eyes starting to scare you now. you see his eyebrow twitch before a sharp slap to the mouth rocks your head completely. you cry out, more from shock than pain. you could tell it was a warning.

“okay, yes, rule number one,” his voice is low and commanding, not how you remembered. you remembered his voice getting low when you fucked, after the laughs and normal conversations at the bar, but it never sounded like this. “you speak when you are spoken to. you-, you can remember that, right? show me some fucking respect, tell me you understand.”

“y-yes,” you sigh between broken sobs, “i understand.”

he responded with a soothing gooood as he slipped a hand down between you, sliding his fingers through your folds with ease. your hips jerk against his touch and it’s too cute, he might just forgive you. you moan at his touch as he curses, feeling how wet you are, as if he didn’t have the proof all over him.

“very good, baby. i know what you need, little - ha-hh- so fucking wet - jus’ have to be good and listen, right? gotta- you’re gonna have to trust me, yes?” he’s just teasingly tracing his fingers over the length of you, paying a little more attention to your clit with every pass. he knows its too sensitive- your moans turn into cries and you squirm to get away, but as soon as he dips down to your sweet entrance once more you needily push against his hand. 

“yes.”

“smart girl,” he pushes a finger in, then two- barely giving you time to adjust before he’s finding a rhythm, slowly but steadily fucking you into the mattress. he finds your spongey center immediately, curling his fingers perfectly, relentlessly. your head falls back and you think you see stars, you didn’t think you were that close but your orgasm hits fast, your mouth hangs open and your legs shake. all you do is whimper at first, which kind of disappoints Rick- he knew you could be louder, but after a quick deep breath you made such a pretty noise that he dropped to his knees. 

in a moment of kindness, he gave you a kiss- an open, sloppy one against your throbbing clit, leaving a trail of spit as he pulls way to bring his body back up to lean over you. he grabs your face with his pointer and thumb, pulling your gaze from your poster covered walls back to his eyes. you were reeling, gasping for air as you tried to focus. you wanted to do whatever it took to please him because you wanted more of that. whatever it took to get more of that. 

“‘s nice, huh? feel good, baby? that’s all you needed, wasn’t it, huh- love hearing you cum,” he kept his grip on your face as you came down, babbling against his touch, he heard a Rick and sso good before your heartbeat finally slows. your legs threaten to close but you have the mind to keep them open, for him.

“good, good, listen, okay? i’m going- leg’s open, y- good girl, - i think i can reach it with my fingers, but i have to go deep, right? have to be able to reach it, you’re gonna- feel me stretching you, baby. you can handle it, though- you’re gonna take what i give you, yes?”

“yes,” a fast response, sounding so needy it's embarrassing. he smiles at that, if you could call that teeth baring grin a smile. so obedient for him- as much as he loves corrupting pretty little things like you, he knows your Rick did the most work, literally planting the thought of him inside you. 

he wonders if he’s still alive. did he get caught by the council and be forced to pay for his crimes? or perhaps even finding a role in the citadel, joining the masses of Ricks who’ve also given up. did he forget about you? no, there’s no way- this gorgeous, naive little slut was hard to forget. he wonders if he’ll know once the crystal gets removed from you- wonders how upset he’ll be when he finds out his property’s been touched. and he can’t fucking wait to find out.

he slid his hands under your ass and pulled you up, giving himself better leverage to your opening. it’s clenching down on nothing and still wet, ready for him, begging. you prop yourself up on your elbows slightly, trying to stay somewhat comfortable, but the movement causes too much struggle- Rick smacks your ass for the trouble and you fall back. the spank wasn’t too hard, yet tears sprung to your eyes anyway. and of course Rick noticed, but he was already going too easy on you. 

“stay still for me, can’t have you moving- so you’re not gonna fucking move. you don’t want to make this hard for me, princess.”

you watch him spit on your pussy- a long line of drool falling from his mouth, the sight so fucking hot you felt as if you could cum right then. he rubs it over you with his thumb sloppily, getting you ready, as if you needed it. the swipes across your swollen clit felt like torture.

“Rick, please- it’s.. t-too muchh,”

he laughs, a good laugh, only for a second before getting serious, breath warm against your wet thighs. “too much? you- hah- you fuck yourself on my zipper but this-” he rubs circles around the sensitive bud, all his attention on it now, “is too much? cry me a fucking river, i know what’s too much for you.”

two fingers slide into you immediately, and your hips buck forward to meet his knuckles. he let that slide, seeing you so needy for him really turned him on. He ruts his hard cock against the edge of the bed, searching for relief, and you want to give it to him so bad, but your arms stay helplessly at your sides as he bends you in half.

you felt so full already, not having had sex in months and it was amazing- he warms you up, picking up a faster pace and then letting you sit in it a bit, letting you adjust to him. he’s not quite curling his fingers but the pressure was enough to have you breathless, face wrinkled in pleasure. not thinking, you start to rock your hips against his hand, trying to angle his fingers to right where they needed to be, and it works for a second- they awkwardly bump at your center but it feels so fucking good, you let out a pretty “oooh,” and your head tilts back-

his fingers leave you quickly, and you whine at the emptiness, looking to him to beg for them back.

this slap hurt this time around. your cheek stung and you think you can taste blood, your lip having scraped against your teeth. you sob openly as he continues his assault on your cunt, adding a third finger, stretching you further. his thumb presses down on your clit and you cry out.

“what did i say? wow- can’t fucking remember something so simple, can you? little fucking airhead, so sweet, so fucking dumb for my fingers, huh? i told you not to move. let me take care of this, got it?” you nod for him over and over, your ‘yes’s now turned into moans, all drawn out and breathy. you feel your whole body shake as his hand slams into you over and over, and you plead with your eyes, begging for some relief, the pressure inside getting to be too painful on its own. 

as if he read your mind, he leans down and licks a stripe from his busy fingers to your clit. your back arches painfully as you express your admiration, your moans music to Rick’s ears as he hums against you, lapping greedily now, circling your clit with his tongue. he comes down to suck it between his teeth before releasing it again, and it drove you wild. you tried your best to keep still, but you silently thanked him for allowing your twitching as the pleasure became overwhelming.

“you gonna cum again, already?” he groaned against you, not trying to be subtle about practically grinding against the bed, “good, i need you- gotta be nice and wet for me, mmm, can’t wait to see you cum on my dick,” that was enough for you, and your third orgasm of the night came crashing through- so intense and fast, your vision went white. you think you let out a scream, but you couldn’t be sure, your ears are ringing and everything seems muffled for a moment. your head lolls to look back at Rick, face still deep against you, drinking up everything you had to give him. you say his name, and he looks up, eyes meeting yours.

“okay, here we go, gonna need you to take a deep breath for me,”

you see his mouth move but you couldn’t hear him, but you really wish you had. you feel a stretch from the inside, his fingers extending slowly, not wanting to put your body into shock- he knew this could be painful for you, and he wanted to make this easy. he didn’t want to ruin you, not tonight. you could hear the ‘clicks’ of his fingers extending, extra ligaments popping out to fill the space.

it was painful. the stretch was unbearable, you feel like you’re ripping in half. his fingers push farther, painfully bumping against your cervix as they search you thoroughly. you’ve never felt anything like this before, and you writhe in agony, desperate to get away from his grasp but he’s got you tight, holding you close, cooing at you, “doing so good for me. i almost got it, i know it hurts,” but you could barely understand him. you’re screaming loud now, gripping the sheets beneath you and begging him to stop, his calm words meaning nothing to you when he’s painfully twisting and moving inside you, hitting everything, searching for this small crystal hidden inside you. you weren’t even sure if that part was true as he bites back a smile watching you cry.

he lifts you a bit higher, pushing deeper, and you start thinking you might pass out when he whispers a “got it,” before slowly retracting his fingers, pulling his hand away. your vision was fading in and out at this point, but you see him pull something out of his lab coat and then slip it back in. you hear him humming, satisfied with his results, and when he looks back down at your body it’s like he forgot you were even there.

once his hands were off you, you had retreated into yourself. curled up against your soft sheets, now soaked with cum and sweat, you whined as the pain inside you took its time to fade. your head still swirled with questions- but you were far too exhausted to ask. he stared down at your sniffling and shaking form full of pride.

“Stupid motherfucker, thinking i wouldn’t find it, hah- this pocket pussy gimmick is so overdone. didn’t even need to use my cock for that- fucking idiot, thinking that was a smart idea. fucking- all i needed to- wait are you sleeping?” you feel him on top of you again, grabbing your face to look at his stupid, shit eating grin. “aww, heh- you think we’re done, baby?”