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[the9thhell]

sweet, slow. gentle.

that's how rick is, late at night. hands roaming down your frame, soft scratches, light squeezes. hands lingering, fingers tracing lazily circles on your hips, your abdomen, your thighs. until you're panting, writhing. tears pricking your eyes. that's when it all shifts.

that's when he shifts. his touch quickly becomes rough, callouses on his palms and fingertips now scratching against your soft skin. his knuckles nearly whiten with how tightly he grabs at your flesh, tugging you and pushing you this way and that until you've begged your throat raw. that's when he inevitably caves in, giving you — and himself, really, — exactly what you want.

[the9thhell]

rick's the type.

"no, we can't keep the cat." when you find it on the side of the road, in an abandoned building, etc. he'd swear up and down it would only be another mouth to feed and something else for you to get attached to and lose. it'll just run off. it'll just act like bait, he'd say.

until it's pawing at you and he sees the sweet, innocent joy that floods your eyes. he doesn't miss the way they light up, the way you smile.

he gives in, in the end. picking it up, examining it to make sure it hasn't been bitten or scratched. once he's satisfied with it he hands the creature to you, unable to hide his own smile as you light up once again, looking up at him in disbelief. he's actually going to let you keep it.

[the9thhell]