Hiii I’m not sure if you’re currently taking requests but if so could you pleaseeee write a fic where Rick and the reader are cuddling but he decides to slide his hands up their shirt and squeeze else where, ifykyk😏
Thank you so much😭💕💕💕
dark but just a game
OMFG ANON- i am obsessed with this idea now like i genuinely love the idea of rick wanting to cuddle just to make it…something more. i tried to make this a bit longer for you since your idea was so good.
rick likes attention. actually scratch that. he thrives off attention. when all the focus is on him he does his best work. one might call him a bit of an attention whore.
right now though? he was not happy. far from it actually. mildly annoyed covered it.
he had called you down to spend time with you,see what’s going on in your little world. he enjoyed this part of the day the most. just the two of you relaxing and doing normal couple things. but you were much too focused on the television to lay him any attention. you brushed his questions off with simple “it was fine” and “yep”.
it was as if someone had ignited a flame inside him and throwing kindling into it with each passing minute. he found it baffling how wrapped up you could be by some corny bullshit. especially not while he laying right beside you. he’s the most interesting man on the planet for gods sake.
he tried to wait patiently but he couldn’t. not for a moment longer.
“youre b-being such a bitch right now y/n”. he said, tracing his fingers up your arm absentmindedly.
you were accustomed to his mood swings. “hmm? how so”?
rick was silently seething. he couldn’t believe you’d be so stupid as to deny him what he craved.
if you weren’t going to give him what he wanted the east way he’d be happy to force you into it. his other hand crept up your shirt gently massaging your abdomen. the feeling of his callused hands against your warm tummy caused you to shudder but only for a moment.
“isn’t it obvious”?
you hummed in response, his words going in one ear and out the other.
his hand continued up your shirt as he spoke “you’re just sooo immersed in that movie you can’t give me the time of day”. it wasn’t long before he found his way inside your bra. “that’s a bitch move if anything”.
oh he had your attention now. he could tell by the way your body tensed up and your breathing became heavy.
“ohhh you can pay attention to me now”? with one hand up your shirt he used the free one to massage your inner thigh. “is that all it takes with you ? just a little fondling? i’m disappointed to know how easy you are”.
he knew all the spots to hit and yet he refused to go there. this was just a game in ricks mind.
you let out a little whine as he punched your nipple. “mmm rick~ please don’t stop”
within seconds he was up, completely off the coach. “oh no, i’d hate to distract you during something so important”.
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It may be because it's 4am here and I haven't slept in over 24 hours
But I've never been more confused in my life than watching the Loki season finale
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"All this anger was once love" How about all this love was once anger?
I hated the world and the people in it because no matter where I looked, I seemed to find myself - see myself - within every person I met. and I hated it. I Hated how I was essentially being forced by the world to see myself. I was in a House Of Mirrors, and I couldn't get out. I kept stubbing my toe, hitting my head against a wall I didn't see, thinking I was So Close to the exit, only to run face first into another mirror, and drop to the floor like a bouncy ball ricochet off a solid surface.
The world is full of people like you. Sometimes that's amazing. Sometimes it's Scary. Sometimes it gives you hope. Sometimes you hate it, don't want to face it. But when you stop stubbing your toe, stop hitting your head against a wall out of a desperate attempt, stop charging head first into a mirror because you saw a Glimpse of outside light. You take a second, breathing heavily while laying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling - which has your reflection staring right back at you. And then you realize that all you can give yourself, is love. You can point up to the ceiling - your reflection following suit - and go "I see you. I hear you. I understand you. You deserve to be better., for yourself and others."
The world is already so full of hate and rejection and fear. There are people who slam their fist into the mirrors, going on a rampage and ending with bloody fists from their self-hatred. There are people who admire their reflections in the House Of Mirrors, but they don't stare because they truly love themselves; they're insecure of the way the world views them. There are people who rip their clothes to blindfold themselves, who refuse to see the reflections entirely. There are some people who can only curl up on the floor, and cry, their reflections crying with them, out of fear and hopelessness. But one thing throughout it all remains true:
You can't truly love someone properly without loving yourself first. Im a firm believer in that. You cannot truly, wholly, unconditionally, purely love someone until you give yourself the same love. Give yourself patience. Give yourself sympathy. Give yourself relief from the anger, sadness, resentment, pain you're holding in. Give yourself a kiss on the forehead and some cookies and a nice warm blanket. Give yourself the chance to talk with your reflections, not destroy them or obsess over them or blind yourself or hide from them.
All you can give yourself is love. All you can give someone who you see yourself in, is love.
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Idk what it is, but I cannot get into Malevolent. Harlan Guthrie is super fucking talented - I listened to and really liked Deviser. But for some reason, Malevolent just doesn't do anything for me. Maybe I got into it too late? Maybe it's the format? The plot is interesting but for some reason it feels like a chore to listen to. :/
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Lol I haven't post anything about my GL2 ocs :p
Welp,let me introduce some of them ^^
Gacha Life 2 Oc's part 1
Mika Grandoll
Name-Mika Grandoll gender- non-binary
Age-20 yrs old power(s)-shapeshifter,unusual plants
Birthday-unknown species- goat+human
Pronouns-they/them
Backstory- they used to live in a small village name as Meredith Village. They had 3 older sister,their father work as a potion keeper and their mother as a housewife. They also had a friend,his name was Serena Nounide. They both were best friends,but something happen that made both of them separate and Mika hate him. (More later ^^)
Becky Laoris
Name-Becky Laoris gender- demi-girl
Age-22 yrs old species- experimented human
Birthday-unknown
Pronouns-they/she
Power(s)- night version,communicate with monsters/creatures,shapeshifter
Backstory- she live with a horrible parents. They treated her badly,abused and neglected her. She hate of what they had done to her,but she's somehow still love them cause they're her parents. One day,the king of the kingdom want a kid around 11 yrs old,any gender to be his experiment rat. And its price were expensive. Becky mother "sold" her own daughter to the king so she could get that expensive price. (More later ^^)
Allen Alau
Name- Allen Alau gender- male
Age- 2007 yrs old species- demon
Birthday- unknown lol
Pronouns- he/him
Power(s)- mind control,danger detector
Backstory- he just casually a demon that really want to be an angel when he's a teenager(1687 yrs old) caused he thought it was very cool to be one. But he's already born a demon,and it's hard for him to be an angel. He had one rule,he need to be a guardian over the mortals on the earth, so that way can make him an angel. But now(2007 yrs old), he seem to regret wishing to be an angel,because a demon like him were impossible to be an angel,but he's stuck on earth. (More later ^^)
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Observation: Tumblr is a bit confusing to navigate, especially reblogs
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