pberrry

[pberrry]

part 2 !!

rick x sa victim! reader

sorry it took a year😭, this is a long one so prepare yourself

cw- p in v, very gentle sex, protected sex, crying, slight mention of s/a, mostly vague descriptions of genitals/sex

-SPOILER- i started this before the release of season 7 so there’s mentions of rick prime

You licked the last bit of gloppydrop-style ice cream off your lips, looking over at Rick while doing so. The two of you were cooped up in his underground domain. He was working on his latest conquest- finding Rick Prime. You felt obligated to help, but got rejected with a hasty groan every time you attempted to. At this point, you were really just taking up space in the room. Although, you did pass the occasional incredibly technical sci-fi piece of equipment to Rick.

“H-Hey, Y/n, pass me that- that thing right there,” Rick said, pointing in a vague way towards your general direction.

“What thing?” You looked behind you, confused.

“That- that!” Rick said, moving his finger in the slightest, “you fucking dumbass, I’m pointing right at it!”

“Sorry!” You apologized frantically.

Rick groaned.

“Don’t be. Let’s- let’s take a- blueeerrgh- break.” Rick said, getting up from his spot on the chair.

“Yea, okay,” you stayed grounded in your seat, eyes following Rick’s figure steadily as he walked towards you.

“Look, l-listen Y/n. I- blueearghheh- I didn’t mean to make you… make you uncomfortable or anything last- blrrrygh- last night. So don’t fucking use it against me.”

A giggle escaped your mouth.

“What?” Rick looked back at you, insulted, an annoyed glare etched in his eyebrows.

“It’s nothing. Just weird hearing you apologize,”

“Don’t get used to it dumb-errrgh-ass,” he groaned.

The two of you stayed silent for a second.

“I’m sorry if I lead you on or something. I- I really didn’t realize I was,” you apologized.

“You weren’t,” Rick stated bluntly. “It’s fine.”

Goddamn, maybe Summer and Morty were right about this man having a soft spot for you.

“And just to clarify, I wasn’t rejecting you,” You said, looking up.

“Y-you weren’t?” He paused for a moment, you had caught the man off guard. “I mean, of course you fu-euuueghhh-cking weren’t.” He says with that smug grin of his. He’s trying to cheer you up.

“And… I’m sorry I didn’t explain stuff to you.” You say, suddenly looking downwards.

Rick could tell how much you hated talking about it. The way you shifted slightly, the way you started fidgeting with your hands and the way your gaze avoided his. Your mouth peaked open slightly, only to shut again as your thoughts scrambled around, trying to decide the wording of your next sentence. He was staring at you, waiting with that harsh deadpan expression of his.

“Rick, do you think you could… help me?” You ask, fingers dancing nervously in your lap.

“‘Help’ you?” He repeated, a sneaking suspicious as to what you meant crawling up his spine and getting the gears in his head grinding.

“Help me, like… get over my fear. Of having sex.”

That statement hit him like a pile of bricks. Of course, he had half-expected it, but hearing you say it was something else entirely. For a moment he just stared at you. He just couldn’t understand why the fuck you would pick him.

“You want me-bleurrghhh-to what? Sweetie I’m willing- but I’m not sure choosing me is the brightest fucking idea.”

“Why not?” You asked, intrigue lacing your louder-than-usual voice.

“Come on, Y/n.���

“Come on, what?” You ask. “You don’t have to question my reasoning, you’re doing a good deed anyways.” You say, an almost pleading look in your eyes.

“Is it?” He retorts, grunting lightly.

You nod your head. He gives you a troubled, almost hesitant expression with a groan. Yea, of course he’d love to fuck you. Just not in these… circumstances. He would hate himself if he was responsible for hurting you, especially in the way that other person had.

“Fine.” He almost spits out. “When would you like me-bleurrghhh-to have sex with you?” He asks, bluntly.

“…now?” You respond.

He perks up, tilting his head a little and giving you a look that says ‘this is your last chance to back out’, before clicking a button and setting the garage into soundproof mode. Surprisingly, the work bench beside you began to rearrange itself into something a bit more… comfortable? Making you wonder why he had that function wired into his work bench, but of course the man was kind of a whore. You assumed that was where you were supposed to sit, so your plopped yourself down right there as you waited for Rick. The man was scrambling around for something in one of the drawers, when he pulled out a condom and some lube. He sat it beside you.

This was it. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, almost to the point you feared Rick might be able to hear it.

“Do you want a Xanax… or something?” He asked, a poor attempt at calming your nerves, to which, you shook your head.

“Stand up.” He said plainly, and you thought his words might knock the wind out of you.

Once you stood up, you could literally almost feel your knees buckle from how nervous you were. You felt his hands slip around your shoulders and grip them, cautious of his hands going places that may make you uncomfortable.

He leaned in, placing an unexpected kiss on your lips. Before you knew it, you were deepening the kiss, encouraging him to also. And that he did. His tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring what could possibly have been the best thing he ever tasted. After a few minutes, he lowered himself to his knees, an aged groan escaping his mouth. Although it was a bit embarrassing, his hardened dick was already straining uncomfortably against his jeans at just the action of kissing you.

He placed his hands on the hemline of your jeans, looking up at you for permission. You nodded hesitantly as you began to feel the cold air hit your exposed thighs, your jeans crumpling down at your ankles. Rick couldn’t wait.

He slipped your panties down, rough and calloused fingers meeting your plump skin. He slid them between your folds, rubbing you in little circular motions which made your legs jerk and shake lightly. His movements were slow and deliberate, observing your expressions carefully for and signs of discomfort. When he didn’t see any, he leaned in, propping your leg up on his shoulder. He buried his head between your legs, his tongue beginning to work it’s expertise on you. He gently eased his fingers into you, trying to lessen the pain you might be feeling by increasing the speed of his tongue. After all, you had been celibate for many years after what had happened to you, and he knew you probably weren’t used to the feeling.

Your fingers intertwined with his blue locks of hair, little moans and whines escaping you. You could feel your hips grind ever so slightly against his tongue and fingers, pushing you to orgasm. He curled his fingers, making you arch your back and let out a cry of pleasure. It comforted you some; knowing he was below you and not the other way around. His tongue lapped away at you with precision, liked he’d done this thousands of times and perfected the art.

With one final tremble of your legs, you came on his fingers. Rick couldn’t help the grin pulling at the side of his lips at the sight of your pleasured expression, and the cum coating his fingers. With one swift motion, he licked the cum off his fingers, causing your heart to pound inside your chest. His hands slipped around your waist, gripping you tightly and propping you up onto the workbench table with ease. Your hands held onto his wrists tightly, as if wanting control over his movements. He didn’t mind.

“You okay? Want me to continue?” He asked, staring down at you.

You nodded, breath heavy and anxious. The sound of his fly unzipping sent chills down your spine, unknowingly causing tears to well up in your eyes. You didn’t notice until Rick used his thumb to gently soothe your under-eye. He grabbed the lube, gently coating your entrance, before grabbing a condom and slipping it over himself.

“Lay down.” He instructed, his hand on your back to provide comfort against the hard table.

He leaned over you, pressing his head to your entrance. He gently eased into you, muttering a string of praises and soft words of encouragement.

“Good, only a little more…” He said softly, his dick still pushing into you and making a small whine leave your mouth.

He let out a low groan once he was as far as he could go, looking up at you with an oddly flushed face.

“Can I move?” He asked, his voice weirdly gentle.

You nodded, and began to feel his warm mass glide back in forth inside of you. You could feel a wetness gliding down your cheek, realizing you were crying. Rick did a good job of wiping your tears while simultaneously encouraging you. One of his hands moved to your hips, gripping it lightly to keep you in place. His other hand focused on wiping away your tears and ruffling your hair a little to calm your nerves. His hips moved back and forth in a intimate dance of love and lust for you, slowly gaining speed.

“Fuckkkk… don’t cry, sweetheart..” He groaned out, his eyes shut tightly in bliss.

Feeling the pleasure built up intensely inside him, he pulled out and came against your stomach, condom basically filled to the brim. Both of you were panting, flushed messes. It took Rick a few moments to compose himself, taking off his condom and tossing it into a nearby trash can. The sight of you, laying there, all flushed and sweaty, almost made him cum again. He helped you sit up, wiping your tears a little.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice gruff as per usual but his actions told otherwise.

“Yea…” you answered, words heaved out because of your stolen breath.

In a gesture very unlike him, Rick pulled you close, hugging you to his chest and petting your head affectionately.

He definitely had a soft spot for you.

He grabbed a clean towel, gently wiping you off. After he was done, he grabbed the hoodie you had previously discarded and pulled it over you. He picked you up, allowing your legs to straddle his waist and your arms to latch onto his neck. You found yourself oddly worn out in his arms, sleep’s embrace tempting you. He carefully laid you on the spare bed he sometimes slept in while in his random, obsessive bursts of searching for Rick prime. He seemed to think for a moment, debating wether he should go back to working on his conquest or joining you in a nap. He chose the latter.

ty for reading!!! hope you enjoyed

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Venom x reader (smut + fluff)

He’s trying so hard to be gentle for you.

cw: unenjoyable sex but its kinda enjoyable because you love venom, somnophilia(?) idk

You were sitting atop Venom’s lap, his bizarre alien dick just below you, reaching the length of your bellybutton and begging to be inside of your pussy. Venom was snarling like you’ve never heard him before, sounding comparably more primal than the slight humanity you were accustomed to.

Venom’s grip was tight, his hands trembling. You’d never felt him tremble before. The poor symbiote was so nervous he’d hurt you, even though his usual play tussles with you were nothing short of abusive.

“Can I put it in?” He snarled, sounding like a panting dog as his throbbing dick waited at the gates of your wetness, “I will not go all the way. Only half, human. I am not that cruel.”

To that, you reluctantly nodded, already regretting your decision as you placed your shaky hands on his large, intimidating shoulders, digging your fingernails into his skin as you anticipated the moment his ridiculously large dick was going to impale you.

“It will hurt, human. Do not scream.” He growled, his voice gruffer and more animal-like than usual. He wasn’t one to sweeten things.

He gently lowered you down, feeling the most self-conscious he ever had of his size and strength in his life. All the sudden, he could feel how fragile your feeble arms were within his grip, how easy it would be to accidentally hurt you and make you scurry away like a little bunny.

You felt the large mass in your pussy. It was incredibly painful, just as he had stated. Involuntary, you let out a pained cry as your tight walls enveloped about 1/3rds or his dick, although it already felt like he was hitting the brink of your cervix. Your grip tightened on his shoulders, the pain of your nails digging into his skin nothing in comparison to what you were feeling.

Venom, on the other hand, was experiencing euphoria. His dick felt so stimulated in you, making him groan and growl in pleasure as he took you.

Venom had never really understood the idea of mating with someone for something besides reproducing, but right now, it all came to him. The look on your face made his heart flutter and his hands grow sweaty as if he hadn’t committed some of the most gruesome acts of violence upon humanity you had ever seen. Right now, he was just a panting mess that desperately hoped you didn’t hurt too bad. Because at this point, he wasn’t going to be able to stop.

“So tight, so… tight…” he strained, his voice gravelly and grumbly, “is it okay, Human?”

It felt anything but okay. All of your body was begging for him to exit your tight canals, making you tremble with pain and your vision cloud up. Your tears answered his question.

“I’m sorry. It will be over quickly, human.” He lied. Symbiotes weren’t exactly known for their quick releases, but rather for their ridiculous staminas.

You couldn’t even fathom Venom going deeper inside of you, let alone actually thrusting into you and stimulating himself more. But, he did.

He lowered you onto his dick, stopping at a little less than halfway to glance at your tear-ridden and flushed face. His winding, grotesque tongue travelled out towards your face, gently licking your tears away like a loyal dog. In order to distract you, as well as provide a sense of comfort in your moment of extreme uncomfortableness, he formed a slimy black appendage and reached for one of the pillows laying static on your bed, handing it to you and allowing you to clench onto it with all your strength.

Then he began to move.

Slow, steady thrusts making his tip meet your cervix while he was only halfway inside. Your head throbbed with pain, your vision focusing and unfocusing uncontrollably as your tight walls clenched against his warm mass, trying to push him out. You clenched the pillow so hard, burying your face against it and basically sobbing as Venom grunted in pleasure.

“Poor, weak human. You look so hurt. Do not cry like that.” Venom grumbled, his voice harsh but his words sympathetic as he continued to move your body up and down like a rag-doll.

Your body couldn’t take it anymore. The pain ringing in your head got sent into overdrive as soon as he began to thrust, causing your body to go limp against his chest. You had passed out.

Venom made a grunt of surprise as he felt your light weight against him, making another grunt of surprise as he saw you limp in his arms. As much as he’d dislike to admit it, he wasn’t surprised. In fact he was pretty aware this would happen. If anything it made him feel a little less guilty since he could continue to thrust into you without hearing your anguished cries, and that’s what he did. He continued to use your body as a flesh-light, your warm pussy addictive to him.

After about thirty minutes of constant thrusting and the metaphorical rearrangement of your organs, he let out a loud growl, reluctantly pulling himself out of you and releasing all of his alien cum. The stick substance landed on your face as well as your torso, and Venom laughed his equivalent of a giggle at the sight he seemed to deem cute.

You awoke an hour later, to the comfortable sheets of your bed and the feeling of a clean, refreshed body, as well as a throbbing soreness in your pussy. After Venom had finished, he had taken the responsibility of fully cleaning your unconscious body, and making sure you were as pampered as possible. You could feel his massive presence enter the room, and he immediately noticed that you were awake.

“Wakey wakey, Human.” He huffed, his voice gravelly and intimidating as always, though he had the kindest expression on his face. You noticed he was carrying something, it smelled good. Like your favourite meal, cooked perfectly. And that’s exactly what it was. He handed it to you, watching as you sat up with fatigue.

“I apologize.” He grumbled out. “I also bathed you.” He explained to you as you began to eat the meal he had so kindly prepared for you.

He was definitely feeling like pampering his favourite human right now.

“Your body was exceptional. I enjoyed ‘fucking’ you.” He said, his use of terminology sounding strange but humorous. “I want to partake in other human practices. Come cuddle, I want to hold you.” Venom growled, not giving you a choice as he wrapped you in his dark appendages and brought you close to his chest. A deep, happy rumble arose from within his chest. Once again, you fell asleep soundly in his loving and protective embrace.

i kinda got lazy near the end u guys sorru and i literally want chicken alfredo so freaking bad

[pberrry]

this is so cutr omg omg omg

Bed

Summary: König’s new neighbor finds out how comfortable his bed is. König falls quickly.

Pairing: König/F!Reader (civilian)

Rated: T+

A/N: Just some fluff. 

Word count: 2947

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[pberrry]

sweet rick x s/o headcanons

-it’s hard to gain rick’s love, but his love is completely unconditional. even if he hates it, he can’t stop loving you

-drunkenly complains about how perfect you are and how much it peeves him

-wants you to force him to cuddle with you so bad because he’s too embarrassed to admit he’s a cuddly man

-he’ll make you whatever unreasonably impossible item or invention you ask him to

-best aftercare in the galaxy

-distances himself from you if he thinks he is somehow harming your well-being or stopping you from being your happiest possible self

-won’t initiate/partake in pda with you exclusively because he cherishes your body and doesn’t want anyone else to see it

-stupid little pet names including (but not limited to): doll, dolly, sweetie, sweetiepie, sweetcakes, darling, love, buttercup, angel face, any condensed version of your name

-absolutely adores it when you show him silly little internet videos that you think are funny

-won’t ever try to make you jealous by flirting with another person

-secretly keeps tabs on all your niche interests

-cherishes any and every gift you give him even if it sucks

-always free to hang out with you, even if he is in the middle of something very important he jumps at the chance to be in your presence and clears everything off his schedule

-will listen to you drone on for hours, your voice is therapeutic to him

-wont formally state an existing relationship between you and him unless you want him to

-absolutely just melts whenever you hug him

i’ll add to this if i think of more, feel free to leave your headcanons in the comments

also little update on the last post im still working on part two don’t lose all hope

[pberrry]

drunk! rick sanchez x (afab) saed! reader

TW: SA

basis of the fic is reader was saed as a child, significantly affecting reader’s ability to have an intimate relationship with anyone

sorry if this is formatted weird i have no idea how to post on tumblr

disclaimer this is in no way meant to romanticize sa! all i hope to do is bring comfort to those who have been victim to it. my condolences to anyone who is unfortunate enough to have experienced this, and please don’t hesitate to reach out to someone if you are currently suffering from abuse!

“Y-blueeergh—Y/n!” Rick spouted, droplets of an alcohol and spit mixture escaping from his mouth.

“What, Rick?” you hesitantly looked over at the drunk Rick.

“I’m- I’m so fffucking drunk right now, Y/n. I- I might shit my pants, I might do it” He belched.

“That’s- that’s interesting, Rick. Thank you for that information,”

“Y-yyea, Y/n,”

Silence spread throughout the room, though the intoxicating smell of alcohol remained.

“What- whatchya’ working on, Y/n?” Rick questioned as he stumbled his way to your desk.

“Just, uh, nothing. Nothing that’d you be interested in, I guess,” you responded.

“Are- are you fffucking kidding me? Let me s-see,”

You shuffled out of the way, giving Rick a clear view of your desktop screen. He gave a slow nod of approval, though he could barely register the words on the headache-inducing screen.

“Y/n. Say- say something funny. You’re funny, Y/n. Haaahahh,” he drunkenly rambled.

“Rick, I think- I think it’s time for you to go to bed,”

You began to push Rick out the door, using the sheer force of your weight to guide Rick’s drunken body.

“What the- what the fuck are you d-OOuhing?”

Instead of responding to his question, you carefully placed his arms around your neck. His place on the ground, balanced, now became completely dependent on you. Slowly, you began to walk towards his bed. His head lay atop yours. You tipped him over, allowing him to fall onto the bed.

“C-come on, Y/n. Lay- buUUrrrrgh- lay with me,” Rick requested.

“What?” you questioned, dumbfounded by Rick’s new, undiscovered affection.

“It- it’s alright, baby,”

The pet name was completely unfamiliar to you, and it send uncomfortable shivers down your spine.

“Rick, you’re drunk,”

“YeAAh, I fffucking know,” he replied hastily.

He grabbed hold of your wrist, sending your body into a state of shock and repressed memories. You feebly attempted to pull your hand back.

“G-God, Y/n, why so- blueergh- tense?”

Though he was ludicrously drunk, his sense of empathy was still intact.

“What’s- what’s wrong, what’s up with you?” He inquired.

“Nothing? What’s- what’s up with you?” You stammered nervously.

“No, no- something’s definitely- blueergh- up with you right now,” he insisted.

You uncomfortably avoided his gaze.

“Y/n, s-sweetie, what’s the problem?”

He propped himself up using your shoulder. He towered over you.

“Rick, seriously just- just go to bed,” you prompted.

“But- Euuurrhhhg- but- Y/n, I want you first,”

You stayed silent for a second, unknowing of how to respond to his rather seductive-sounding statement.

“Huh? What do you mean?” you said as you stepped backwards hesitantly.

“I- I mean I want you, Y/n. I want- I want you, you- blueerrgh- you fucking dumbass, Y/n,”

“Rick, you’re drunk. Just lay down, I’ll get you a cup of water or something,” you insisted, still strategically avoiding his gaze.

He groaned in response.

“You- you can never catch a fucking hint, Y/n. God,” he complained.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” you replied.

“I’ve done- blueerrgh- everything, Y/n. I’ve hit on you so many t-times you- you fucking moron. I even told you directly,” he said.

“Rick, I- I don’t know if I can,”

“Why- why the fuck not?”

“I don’t know,” you explained, half-assedly.

“What the- blueeegrh- fuck type of explanation is that?”

“Fuck, Rick, use your context clues or something,” you sighed, having already given up on having a sensible conversation.

“Alright, Y/n, we- we can do this later. Just- just lay with me, we don’t have to- bleeurgh- do anything,” Rick requested in a soft tone.

“Okay, okay,” you hesitantly accepted.

You climbed into the bed, feeling Rick’s tall presence beside you. He carefully slid his arms by your side, pulling you closer. Your tired body quickly became known to you again.

“God-bueeerrghhahh-damn angel cakes, you smell like fucking heaaaven,” Rick whispered, almost to himself.

You gave a tired giggle before instantaneously finding sleep in the tempting comfortability of Rick’s mattress.

timeskip the next morning

The faint sound of rustling beside you disturbed your peace of mind, allowing reality to seep into your head. You rubbed your fatigued eyes, slowly opening them. Rick stood there, staring strangely at you. It was more a look of agitation than curiosity.

“Mind telling me why the fuck you’re in my bed?”

“Wh- what? I don’t know,” you replied groggily.

Your memories came flooding back to you. The memory of Rick admitting he wanted you was one of the first memories to find it’s way back.

“Eurrgh- I remember now,” you said.

“What? Remember what?” Rick interrogated.

“God, nothing. Don’t worry about it,” you said, your morning fatigue still affecting your mood.

You had to admit, it was a bit strange to be around Rick after that. It also gave you a strangely familiar feeling of uneasiness. You hopped out of the bed, starting out of the bedroom. You abruptly stopped and turned to face Rick.

“Rick, do you remember last night? At all?”

“No. Fuck, have I ever remembered a blackout, Y/n?” He retorted with an agitated tone.

“That’s good,” you said in reply.

“…What? What the- blueerrgh- fuck do you mean ‘that’s good’?” Rick questioned.

You shrugged and continued on your way out the door.

another timeskip yea

Rick hastily made his way to the couch, where you lay napping. He transmitted himself into your brain, where he could view all your past memories. He started, of course, with the previous night. He found himself cringing at his own half-assed ‘confession’. Succumbing to his curiosity, he found himself going deeper into your memories. He had unknowingly found the “repressed memories” section of your brain.

Rick left your brain in dismay. A sudden understanding washed over him, and a feeling of guilt with it. He shook you awake gently.

“H- blueeerrgh- hey Y/n, I was about to get some ice cream from the Gloppydrop System, you- you should come with. If you want, I- I don’t care,” he said, grabbing his portal gun nonchalantly.

“Yea, I guess I’ll tag along… if you want,” you agreed, rubbing your eyes.

“O- eurrrrgh- okay. Hurry your ass up,”

PART TWO! https://www.tumblr.com/pberrry/738532284773384192/part-2

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