#MIAMI RICK PLEASE

[g0rygutz]

if miami rick wins this i will sit down and genuinely not stop until i get a fic done and posted.

and it will be about miami.

GO VOTE MIAMI HERE PLEASE

[sadiecoocoo]

I love Miami Morty but I hate how sexualized he is… it makes it feel weird to include him in one of my fics :/

[cocksocks69]

"I swear to god, Miami, stop getting into trouble with the damn police here. I see you in my office so much." -Cop

OH MY GOD. Where have you been baby?? I can’t believe you’re on Tumblr💕

Also, no.. I like being in your office, maybe one of these days you’ll punish me~

[giggleshitr]

me when i..., i ,l.,.,. when i,,,. i uhhhh.., uhhmnmmmf.,.... art traed.,,, witg @g0rygutz pls domt destroyu qualsity..,m, sad cat emoji

[freshthoughts2020]

[nekobami]

"Some people just... don't read."

"Hey Rick, we're finnaly in home aren't we? That party was awful, but at least I got a cool jacket."

"Yeah Morty, yeah, just remind me to not get us into such a mess again. But it was worth it anyway."

Oh the results of this drawing just made me so happy, because at first I thought I wouldn't be able to draw they in sideview, and walking cycle references are to confused for this porpuse.

Context:

Supposedly, due to not reading the name of the dimension, Miami Rick and Morty ended up in a Faker. A Faker is a nickname given to an artificially created dimension, whose purpose is to attract, distract and neutralize different world-devouring plagues. Fakers mimic the original dimensions and can confuse even extra dimensional travelers, as they do here. The danger here was in Miami Morty and Miami Rick getting caught in the Faker's daily reset, which can almost completely alter the behavior of a living being that shouldn't be inside the Faker. This here even takes place before the sketch of Agent Morty carrying Miami Morty like a kid, and even yielded an interaction with Miami Rick himself. Also, I really enjoyed the RP I did with the bot to get inspiration for this. Such a fun.

[mortycubed]

Us :)

[hiphopvibe1]

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[greypeachz]

I LOVE how you drew them!!!

hi guys im SOOO sorry for the lack of posts, i miss you dudes!!! will be posting more soon i promise, ive just been hella tired and outta it catching up on stuff. pls request what you wanna see in da ask box!!

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐥' 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

miami rick x reader

✧ request: Could you please do a fic where Miami Rick is kissing Y/N’s cervix and when she tries to push him away he says “move your fucking hand” ? @lavender-bong-water hope you like it, pookie! ✧ tags: vaginal fingering, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, cervix kissing, choking, raw, cream pie, miami loves your thighs, f!reader, ofc again not beta read lol, miami being a cutie at the end, daddy kink ✧ wc: 3.1k

Miami Rick was not only a devilish troublemaker, he was a businessman. He owned multiple bars, clubs and hotels all around the galaxies, universes and realities. Even the citadel allowed him to open a club on its ground. What made it really special however was none other than you.

Back in his original universe he got to know you on miami beach, working at a bar and mixing drinks. Of course Miami was not only captivated by your figure in that snug tight bikini, the way your tits almost bounced out everytime you bent over the counter, you mixed some pretty good drinks as well. It didn’t take long for him to pursue you to work for him instead – he promised you a high pay and fun, something you would never encounter in your recent job. Curiosity bagged the cat and Miami took you to his club at the citadel.

Granted it was hard to get you some kind of working visa but thankfully the other Ricks were just as mesmerized by your body and the sweet alcoholics you ended up serving. Working there was, indeed, fun. You were a hit, Ricks loved seeing a pretty woman serve them and Miami loved making money.

And now, one year later, Miami sat at the bar of the club, toothpick between his teeth, as he stared at his pretty little barkeeper.

In the heart of the citadel's nightlife scene lies the most renowned club, pulsating with energy and allure. Amidst the thumping beats and swirling lights, there's a focal point of magnetism, embodied in the form of the barkeeper, a woman whose allure transcends mere beauty.

You moved behind the bar with an effortless grace, your every motion a symphony of confidence and allure. Your attire, a tantalizing blend of sophistication and allure, hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination to fuel the fantasies of the patrons who flock around you.

Ricks of all sorts of versions gravitate towards you like moths to a flame, their eyes fixated on her every move. Some attempt casual conversation, hoping to capture even a moment of your attention, while others simply gaze from afar, spellbound by your presence. But you navigated the attention with a practiced ease, acknowledging each admirer with a captivating smile that hints at untold secrets.

Behind your intoxicating facade lies a woman of depth and intelligence, your sharp wit matching your physical allure. You listened to the stories and desires of those who seek your company, offering a fleeting glimpse into your world with every exchange.

Yet, amidst the chaos of the club, you remained an enigma, your allure unattainable yet irresistible. For those who dare to dream, you embodied the epitome of desire, a siren luring them into a world of hedonistic pleasures.

Amidst the swirling haze of cigarette smoke and pulsating music, Miami lurked in the shadows, his eyes fixated on you with an intensity that borders on obsession. With a toothpick clutched between his teeth, he watched your every move, his mind consumed by a primal desire that refuses to be quelled.

As you moved behind the bar, effortlessly enchanting those around you with your beguiling charm, Miami imagined himself in your presence, his fantasies running wild with the prospect of possessing you at least for a night. In his mind's eye, Miami envisions you succumbing to his every whim, your skin pressed against his, your breath hot against his neck as he pounds into you.

You shared a moment that ignited a fire within you both, once, a few days ago. It was a hot, steamy kiss that seared your souls, leaving Miami breathless and wanting more.

Your lips met in a fervent embrace, a collision of passion and desire that sent shockwaves through your bodies. In that stolen moment, time stood still as you lost yourselves in the heat of your longing, your hands exploring each other with an urgency born of pent-up desire.

For him, that kiss was a revelation, awakening a primal hunger that consumed him from within. From that moment on, his fantasies grew darker and more intense, his thoughts consumed by the need to fuck you.

Miami yearned for rough, dirty sex, craving the taste of your skin, the sound of your moans filling the air like a symphony of desire. He wanted to take you with a raw, primal intensity.

As he continued to stare at you from across the room, his gaze burning with unbridled lust, Miami knew that he would do whatever it took to make his fantasies a reality.

With a self-assured stride, he approached the bar, his movements purposeful and confident. Closing the distance between you, Miami positioned himself right behind you, his chest pressing against your back in a deliberate display of closeness.

Leaning in, Miami offered his assistance with a playful grin, his voice dripping with charm.

"Looks like you could use a hand, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. His words carry a teasing undertone, an invitation for you to engage in a seductive dance.

As he reached past you to help with the tasks at hand, his touch was lingering and deliberate, sending a rush of sensation through you. Each brush of his fingers against yours ignites a spark of electricity, heightening the tension between you two.

He's acutely aware of the risks of giving in to temptation, but in this moment, the allure of you is too potent to resist. And so, Miami continued to flirt and tease, toeing the line between professionalism and desire, his every move a testament to the primal hunger that thrums beneath the surface. But does professionalism really mean anything to Miami? Fuck no.

As the music pulsed in the background, Miami pressed himself further against you, wrapping his arm around your waist with a possessive yet tantalizing grip. Drawing you closer, he felt the heat radiating.

With a low, seductive murmur, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine.

“Come on, baby, let’s–let’s go to the other room.”

“You remember that kiss, right? Wanna k–kiss something else now.”

“Let daddy fuck you.”

His kisses and playful nibbles on your earlobe caused you to melt into his embrace, feeling his hard-on pressing against your ass.

Around you, the patrons of the club took notice of your intimate display. Some watched with interest, captivated by the raw sensuality that radiated from the pair. Others, feeling the urge to dance and seek their own adventures, left the bar to join the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor.

But for you, the world outside of your embrace faded into obscurity as you lost yourselves in each other.

“Promise to fuck me real good?”, what a teasing way you agreed.

Miami felt a rush of adrenaline curse through his veins. He knew you would say yes, he knew you were playing hard to get ever since he met you for the first time at the beach. Only a snicker fell from his lips as he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into a small room at the back of the bar. The other Ricks had to wait.

“Fucking finally”, he growled with a primal hunger in his eyes, he closed the distance between you, his footsteps purposeful and deliberate.

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the door, his body pressed firmly against yours once again, trapping you between him and the hard surface. Startled, you gasped, but Miami silenced you with a look that spoke volumes, a silent command for your obedience.

With a swift and commanding motion, he lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. There was a wildness in his eyes, a raw desire that sent a thrill coursing through you, mingled with a hint of danger that only served to heighten your senses.

“I’ve been thinking–thinking about this ever since we kissed, sweetheart.”

Without a word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss that left you breathless and wanting more. Miami’s hands roamed over your body with a primal urgency, igniting a fire within you that blazed hotter with each passing moment. Suddenly he pushed his leg between yours, pressing against your most intimate part.

You could feel the strength in his touch, the controlled power of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. Every caress, every brush of his lips against your skin, sent shivers of pleasure racing through you, driving you to the brink of madness.

And as you finally pulled apart, breathless and spent, Miami stared at your face with a smug grin gracing his lips. You looked so cute, he wanted to eat you. Blushed face, out of breath, eyes half closed, looking up to him oh so seductively. Did you even understand, had the slightest idea, how much you drive him crazy?

“Why are you so fucking cute and sexy at the same time?”

One hand reached down, his thumb tracing your lips before he slowly pushed it between your lips into your mouth. Slowly you wrapped your lips around his finger and let your tongue lick around it. Both of you gazed into each other's eyes, losing yourselves in each other. You could feel yourself getting wet while Miami’s cock was already hard, begging to be pulled out of his pants.

“Such a good, good girl for me, huh? What do you want, baby?”, he asked as he pulled his thumb out with a loud ‘pop’.

“P-please…please touch me.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Instantly Miami reached down, thankful that you decided to wear a skirt to work – not only did he love the look, it made everything easier. This was going to be the best quickie of both of your lives and he was going to make sure of that. Did he bother to take your skirt off? No. It was surprising that he even had the patience to prep you instead of fucking you right there and then. 

“My lil’ barkeeper”, he cooed into your ear as he slid not one, but two fingers into your wet cunt. You whimpered and moaned, feeling his long fingers moving and curling inside you. Miami kissed you again, hot and messy, still towering over you and as soon as his lips left yours, he left kisses all over your neck, collarbone, cleavage. His free hand pulled your top up, exposing your tits which he quickly pulled out of your bra one after another.Miami continued to fuck his fingers inside you, squeezing your sensitive breast as he start to swirl his tongue against your nipple. 

"A-ah... R-Rick, daddy..."

The pet name made him suck harder, his body responding in ways you honestly always imagined about, although you never knew this would actually happen. You bite your lip, feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers. 

“You make me go fucking–fucking feral, baby.”

You whimper, feeling a pressure build up in you as he thrusted his fingers, continuing to suck your nipples and bite them ever so softly, moving his attention from tit to tit. He looked at you, fucking you with his fingers, stretching you out perfectly as you moan, your walls clenching around the intrusive fingers inside you.

"You're so cute like this, sweetheart. Moaning like a lil’ slut."

Without a warning his fingers left your leaking cunt and he took a step back. Your knees were weak, trembling even.

“Got on top of the table, baby, d-daddy’s gonna fuck you real good now.”

His wish (and also yours) was your command. You sat on the table in the middle of the room, anxiously waiting for Miami Rick, who followed you promptly. While you were getting ontop of the table, Miami unbuckled his pants and swiftly pulled his cock out. There was no time for all that taking clothes off. He needed you badly and he needed you now.

With purposeful strides, Miami crossed the room, his posture exuding confidence and authority. As he approached the table where you sat, his presence commanded attention, you couldn’t decide between staring at his face or his enormous cock. He took his place exactly between your legs.

“Good girl”, he grabbed his cock, slapping it against your still covered pussy. Miami couldn’t help snicker as he saw the wet spot on your thong, “Guess you liked it a lot. You’ll like this even more.”

His other hand pushed your thong to the side so that his tip could press against your entrance. Was he teasing you or himself?

“Fuck me already, please!”

“Needy lil’ whore.”

And with that he rammed himself into your soaking pussy, your walls tightening around him as he stretched you out. It hurt yet felt so fucking good. You screamed his name the same time he entered you and you felt yourself falling back against the table. Not a second passed before Miami started to thrust into you like a wild animal, succumbing to the intense hunger he felt the whole time.

“You like that? My cock buried deep inside your–your guts, huh? Fuck, you’re so…so fucking tight, baby.”

You were already a moaning mess even though you knew this was just the beginning.

“You think I didn’t see your short skirt and all the Ricks fucking staring at your de–delicious thighs, I wanted to destroy your pulsing cunt in the middle of that fucking bar right then and there.”

He pounded you even deeper and harder, hitting your g-spot every thrust. You felt your cunt clench on his cock.

“Wow it’s been five fucking minutes you fucking whore, already gone dumb on–on my cock now, such a slutty sight”, he growled as he continued to pound into you at an almost inhumane pace. His gold chain dangled in your face as bend over you to hit you even deeper and fuck, he really managed it. His cock was kissing your cervix, over and over again. It was too much, too good.

Whimpering you reached out, trying to push him away. If he didn’t stop you would cum too so–

“Move your fucking hand.”

His voice was just as rough as his thrusts. Your action riled him up even more. He wanted to ruin you, ruin that pretty cunt of yours, make you crazy over his cock. His hand wrapped around your throat, choking you out as his other hand pushed two fingers into your mouth.

“Fuck! You’re fucking squeezing me. You want me to treat you like this, don’t you? I can feel–feel your pussy vibrate around me.”

He was right. You loved it. You loved him fucking you as if you were his personal cocksleeve. Him choking you, calling you a slut, his balls slapping against you as he kisses your cervix – that’s why you denied him sex for so long, to make him lose his senses when he finally gets to. Now you were the one losing it though.

“Yes! Ah, yes! I-I love it, daddy!”

Every thrust of his hips drove his cock deep into your pussy, the spot inside of you that makes you shake and tremble deliciously grinded into. 

Your orgasm hit you, it’s sudden and so fucking good that you’re reduced to nothing but a whiny litany of Daddy Daddy Daddy and please please please.

Miami feels himself getting close, too. He gets sloppier but not less rough or deep as he continued to ram inside you. 

Rick’s hand that had previously been gripping her throat moved to on top of the table to steady himself while the other snaked around your front to rub harsh and fast circles over your already sensitive clit. His fingers were in perfect time with his strokes, your head falling to the side and your eyes rolling back at the stimulation.

“My slutty lil’ barkeeper”, Miami groaned while snapping his hips upwards, the tip of his cock never stopped kissing your sensitive cervix.

“You like being fucked like a whore, princess?” he asked, you were only able to give him an enthusiastic nod since words seemed to be completely out of the question at this point.

“Yeah, I know you do. You’re practically sucking–sucking me in…Fuck”

“D-daddy! I’m gonna cum—” your words were cut off by the moan tearing from your throat and Miami’s fingers moving faster on your clit. “Please, can I? Please, need it so bad!”

“Do it,” he ordered, dipping his head down to bite the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Fucking soak me, princess. Do it.”

The slight pain of his bite and the blinding pleasure of him fucking into you made you lose what little control you still had, and before you knew it, you were cumming violently around Miami. Your cunt squeezed and clenched around him. You felt a rush of fluid gush between your legs as Miami kept going, so close to his release that you could feel him shaking. One, two, three, four thrusts was all it took before he was following you into orgasmic ecstasy. 

He threw his head back, eyes clenched shut as the muscles of his torso tensed and slackened rapidly. You could feel his warm release fill you up and run down your leg as he thrusted a few more times on the comedown. You were still in a daze as he pulled out but a tiny whimper still left you at the sudden empty feeling. As if every nerve ending in your body was on fire, your mind focused on the sticky feeling of your mixed fluids between your thighs while Rick let you calm down on the table. Rick tugged his pants up and tucked his now soft cock away.

“That was amazing, baby”, he was still slightly out of breath yet he walked to where your head was lying and bent down, planting a soft kiss on your temple, “Take all the time you need to–to recover from that. Not too long though. Customers are waiting.”

“…are you going to leave me here alone?”

“I may be a Rick but I’m not that much of an asshole, baby.”

Your eyes followed him as grabbed a nearby chair and sat down. He knew his way around women and he knew how important aftercare was. Another kiss was left on your skin, this time your cheek.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, can you clean me up then please?”

“Nuh uh, baby, I want you working behind that bar with my cum running down your sexy thighs.”

[birdperselias]

WELL

i hold true to my word. thank u all for voting memory rick 🥳🥳🥳

MIAMI RICK WEEK STARTS ON WEDNESDAY!!! PLEASE SEND IN ANY REQUEST OF HIM AND ANY PAIRINGS U WOULD LIKE WITH HIM :DDD also taking requests for r&m stuff in general afterwards! self inserts and ocs welcome :)

(just as a note no n-sfw or pr/sh1p pls thank uuu)

GOOD GAME AND MUCH LOVE TO EVENT RUNNER @vhvrs FOR ALL THEIR HARD WORK!!!!

[joycew-art]

I decided to make some character profiles for these guys to explain some characteristics and backstory. I've also decided to tag all of this as #rickcest poly au The text version of their profiles are under the Keep Reading

Miami Rick

Miami Rick became Morty's primary caretaker after a car accident killed the rest of the family. Morty was 2 years old when it happened.

Before he took care of Morty he was in contact with Beth, but he didn't live with the Smiths. Morty moved in with him in Miami after the accident.

Is extremely rich. Probably because of mafia-like activities. He also owns a lot of nightclubs, because he likes to party.

Officially Miami Rick is part of the Citadel, but he doesn't actually abide to their rules and doesn't live there either. He puts a lot funds in the city and he can pull that away for leverage, so the Council basically gives him free reign.

Comes and goes as he pleases in the Citadel cause Miami is a well-known Rick-fucker. He flirts with every Rick he meets and sleeps with them if he has their consent. They are always one night stands.

That is until he meets Cop Rick and he catches feelings.

Has a drug addiction instead of an alcohol addiction. He can smoke stuff that would kill a regular person.

Because of his knowledge of all kinds of drugs, he often uses them in battle.

Tuft Rick

Has Trauma™ (the anxiety has to come from somewhere)

He didn't marry his Diane, so he doesn't have an original Morty.

Got kidnapped in his twenties by a powerful alien after accidentally making contact while he was figuring out portal travel.

He was stuck in an abusive relationship with that alien, until he was rescued many decades later by Ricks from the Citadel.

Has been on the Citadel for about a decade as a guard and gets along well with his squad mates and Captain.

His squad mates are very protective of him, and vice versa. He's done a lot of physical training to protect himself and his friends. His favorite weapon is a pole arm, but he's skilled with many kinds of weaponry.

Got more trauma and fear as one of his squad mates and Captain got killed by Doofus Jerry. (Comic issues 22 & 23)

After that incident Tuft and his leftover squad mates planned to leave the Citadel. However they were found out and Tuft stayed behind to let his friends escape.

As punishment he isn't part of a squad anymore and is forced to take on jobs that other Ricks don't like or find too dangerous.

Cop Rick

Cop lost his original Morty in a past adventure. He doesn't like to talk about it.

The guilt made him flee to the Citadel. He never contacted his family about what happened.

Over there he wanted to become a cop so he could deliver justice to the Citadel, especially for Mortys.

Cop started to focus a lot on cold cases after killing his Morty partner. (s3 e7) A lot of Ricks are not interested in solving Morty murders or are blackmailed to ignore them.

After solving many of those cold cases Cop got put on a new investigation involving Morty murders. He met Miami during this case, cause one of the victims were found in one of his nightclubs. They ended up solving the investigation together.

During that case Cop started to get some feelings for Miami, but the guilt makes it hard to accept them, especially since Miami gets along with his Morty very well.

Can't get up in the morning without a cup of coffee.

He's made fun of by his colleagues for being kind and naive. But they are also jealous of his dedication and ability in solving the cold cases.

[cocksocks69]

you’re not bad yourself sweetie, if you wanted a party all you needed to do was ask.. my place, 12am. Don’t be late💕

♡ @cocksocks69

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

•••••| ATTRACTION

•••••| AFFECTION

•••••| INTEREST

••| LOYALTY

••| TRUST

You owe me a night of partying man. Like other Ricks of course I find you attractive, I'm interested, and you have my affection, why ? Because you were made in my image. Some call it a God complex but I know I'm right. I just hope you don't betray my loyal and trust. Party with me but don't fuck me over.

[cocksocks69]

how to stop being attracted to other ricks

[letterstotheflre]

"you can kiss me, you know" + daryl dixon... pretty please <3 I can imagine this being so soft

i don't think this is fluffy enough my apologies </3 || set in s4 when the claimers find rick + a little bit of sunshine!reader n grumpy!daryl

the fire crackles in front of you, tinting your skin in an orange glow that sends waves of heat down your body. what had started as a night full of screams and tears and pained grunts ended in erie quiet, only the wet squelches of a body being stabbed over and over again echoing across the small clearing.

now everything is quiet, even more so with daryl next to you who barely ever talks. especially when it’s his turn to keep watch. michonne and carl are trying their best to sleep in the backseat of the car, her fingers tenderly petting the young boy’s hair as he rests on her lap, hoping to make him forget about the man’s grabby hands– at least for a little while. rick, covered in blood and guts, is their strong guard, back pressed firmly to the door on the driver’s side. he’s staring straight ahead, barely even blinking. 

daryl’s gruff voice startles you. there’s a shadow cast over half of his face as he turns to you. “how’s your nose?”

you bring your hand to your face, gently pressing on your nose. it’s swollen, that much is impossible to deny, but it doesn’t feel broken. at least you hope it’s not. 

“s’okay,” you answer. “hurts a little to breathe, but i don’t think it’s broken.” 

he nods and looks back to the fire, chewing the inner side of his cheek, seemingly deep in thought. you guess he’s made up his mind about something because he grabs the handkerchief that hangs from his back pocket and the bottle of water next to your pack. not wanting to waste too much water, he wets the cloth just enough so that it’s good enough to clean a little, and turns to you. 

he gestures for you to get closer. “c’mere.”

you scoot over, turning your body until you’re facing him and automatically tilt your head slightly backwards with your eyes closed. he holds you in place by the jaw, a light hold as he sweeps the cloth across your upper lip, washing away the blood that dripped down your nose after one of the claimers bashed your head on the hood of the car when you tried to reach daryl. 

his eyes are focused as he runs his fingers down the bridge of your nose, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. “sorry,” he whispers when you hiss after he accidentally squeezes the middle of your nose. “s’not broken,” he confirms. 

“good,” you smile. he can’t help but wonder how you can be so happy after the night you’ve had. “i doubt i could get a nose job in these conditions. we’re a little too far from dr. miami.” 

daryl scoffs but doesn’t let go of the side of your jaw. he’s still looking at you, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, slightly swollen from the fight. you hold his wrist. “you can kiss me, y’know? my nose ain’t gonna break from it.”

it takes him a few seconds to press his lips to yours, his brain screaming at him words like “traitor” and “you don’t deserve her” and “you thought she was dead!”. but when he finally does, when you open your mouth to him and swirl your tongue around his, his mind quiets down. it’s like he’s being wrapped up in a blanket. like he’s being tended to from the inside out, warmth spreading all over him and healing the bruises that marr his skin. 

“i missed you,” you whisper when you finally pull away, forehead against his. 

“i missed ya,” he echoes. and then, because he still feels incredibly guilty, “i’m sorry. s’my fault. i’m sorry.” 

“shhh,” you murmur, pressing your finger to his mouth. “not your fault. you didn’t know– couldn’t have known.”

he screws up his face and looks down at the space of dirt between your bodies. “i knew they were bad.”

“you were alone. and you tried to stop ‘em. that’s all that matters,” you say firmly. when he doesn’t say anything, you grab the sides of his face and force him to look at you. “it’s not your fault.” 

even though he doesn’t agree, he nods anyway. he doesn’t want you to keep fighting him on this. doesn’t think he deserves your comforting words, either. he just wants to hold you in his arms to make sure that you’re real and not a figment of his imagination. so he spreads his legs apart so you can settle between them and holds you against his chest, kissing the top of your head several times.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hello!

Could I please have “You've been on my mind baby, let me remind you while I lay you down” with Rick Wright?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mini-bee-bee @burningpeachpuppy @@beddiaf

Companion piece to:

Beautiful Morning

Rick’s asleep when you let yourself into the apartment the two of you share. He’s supposed to be picking you up from the airport in a couple of hours but you’d snagged an earlier flight because you couldn’t wait to get home to him.

You’ve been at a surfing competition in Miami. Usually he’d take a few days off and go with you because he loves to see his baby in action but he’s been stuck here on the island due to renovations at the bar.

You leave your suitcase and surfboard alongside the front door before you amble into the bedroom to find Rick bare chested and splayed out across the bed. You can tell he’s been dreaming about you because he’s half-mast underneath those lime green boxer shorts of his, a damp spot forming on his underwear. You can’t help but smile because Rick, he can’t go more than a couple of days without you before he’s climbing the walls.

You begin by placing light, tender kiss upon his muscular thighs, your lips brushing over the scar indented in his flesh before he begins to stir against your touch. He mumbles in his sleep as you move higher, your mouth ghosting over his cock. His hips arch at the sensation, his hand plunging into your hair.

“Am I dreaming?” He whispers as you focus your attention on the tip, biting down lightly through the fabric.

“I caught an early flight.” You murmurs as you begin to draw his boxers down his hips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Oh yea?” He says propping himself up on his elbows, his mused up hair falling across his handsome features. “What have you been thinking about?”

“Why don’t you lay back down?” You murmur, tossing his underwear over your shoulder. “And let me show you.”

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