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dolcettamagica · 11 months ago

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮

evil rick x reader

request: evil rick x reader? but... with a softer version of evil rick? tags: soft dom rick, kinda angsty, daddy kink, praise, p in v, dirty talk, fingering, age gap, pet names (baby girl, little one, baby, good girl), fluff notes: inspired by an audio i found on tiktok. it’s linked at the end of the fic. you’re welcome, rickfuckers words: 2.7k minors dni!

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the empty room, Evil Rick sat alone in his couch, the only company being the dim glow of a solitary lamp. His frail fingers clutched a faded photograph, a relic of happier times, now serving as a painful reminder of what once was. The man in the picture wore a wide smile, surrounded by loved ones who had long since vanished from his life. Beth, Summer, Jerry and even his Morty.

Evil Rick was a man consumed by loneliness, a loneliness that seeped into his bones like a bitter chill, never relenting, never fading. He had outlived his friends, his wife, and even his own child, leaving him stranded in a desolate landscape of memories and regrets.

But perhaps the cruelest twist of fate lay in the betrayal of his own flesh and blood. His grandson, once the apple of his eye, had become a shadowy figure, lurking in the periphery of his existence, only to emerge when in need of something. Morty had exploited him, manipulating his emotions for his own gain, leaving behind a trail of broken promises and shattered trust.

Rick's heart ached with the weight of betrayal as he stared at the photograph, tracing the faces of those who had once filled his life with warmth and laughter. Now, all that remained was the hollow echo of his own solitude, a vast emptiness that threatened to engulf him whole.

In the midst of Rick's profound solitude, there existed one flicker of light, one beacon of warmth in the form of his neighbor, you. You were a young woman, your vibrant presence a stark contrast to the dull monotony of Rick's days. Despite the gaping chasm of years between you, you had extended an unexpected hand of kindness to the elderly man next door.

Every Sunday like clockwork, you would knock softly on Rick's door, bearing a homemade cake adorned with delicate frosting and sprinkles of sweetness. The gesture was simple yet profound, a small reminder that amidst the vast expanse of loneliness, there existed pockets of unexpected kindness.

For Rick, those Sunday visits were a lifeline, a brief respite from the suffocating weight of solitude. He would eagerly anticipate the sound of your gentle knock, his heart lifting at the sight of your radiant smile as you presented him with your latest culinary creation.

But then, without warning, the Sunday visits ceased, leaving Rick adrift once more in a sea of loneliness. One week passed, then another, and still, there was no sign of you at his door. The absence weighed heavily upon Rick's heart, casting a shadow over the one bright spot in his otherwise dreary existence.

He found himself consumed by worry, his mind plagued by questions that remained unanswered. Had he done something to offend you? Have you grown tired of your weekly ritual? The uncertainty gnawed at him, filling him with a sense of unease that refused to dissipate.

As the days stretched into weeks, Rick's anxiety reached its peak, his thoughts consumed by visions of your smiling face and the tantalizing aroma of your cakes. The way he would much rather eat you up. He longed to reach out, to inquire about your sudden absence, but fear held him back, fear of intruding upon your life or worse, of discovering a truth he was not prepared to face.

And so, Rick waited, his heart heavy with the weight of unanswered questions, his only solace the memories of those precious Sundays spent in the company of his kind-hearted neighbor. Desperation clawed at his soul, driving him to seek solace in the bottom of a bottle.

With trembling hands and a heavy heart, Rick reached for the whiskey bottle tucked away in the recesses of his cupboard. He poured himself a generous measure, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light of his solitary abode. With each sip, the harsh burn of alcohol seared his throat, momentarily numbing the ache of longing that threatened to consume him whole.

In the hazy fog of intoxication, Rick allowed himself to drift into a realm of bittersweet memories, his thoughts lingering on the warmth of your smile, the few times his hand caressed your thighs and your cheeks blushing instantly. He raised his glass in a silent toast to you, a silent plea for your return echoing in the caverns of his mind.

And then, as if summoned by the depths of his despair, there came a soft knock on the door, so gentle it was almost imperceptible against the backdrop of Rick's inebriation. Startled, he blinked away the haze clouding his vision, his heart pounding in his chest as he staggered towards the source of the sound.

Rick swung open the door, his breath catching in his throat as he beheld the figure standing on his doorstep. It was you, your eyes filled with concern and compassion.

"y/n," Rick breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I–I thought…why are you here?"

A flicker of sadness passed across your features as you gazed upon Rick, your heart aching at the sight of the man you had come to care for. Without a word, you stepped into his home, the sadness disappearing from your eyes as you showed him a big smile.

“I visited my family for two weeks. Missed me?”

“You wish”, Rick snickered. He did miss you and he missed teasing you.

With a confident stride, Rick stepped aside, allowing you to enter. His eyes lingered on your figure, tracing the curves of your body with an unabashed hunger that set you ablaze with desire.

"I made this for you," you said, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness as you presented him with the cake.

Rick's lips curled into a sly grin as he accepted the offering, his fingers brushing against yours in a tantalizing caress that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins.

"Thank you, baby," he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction.

You felt yourself growing weak at the knees under Rick's intense gaze, your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"Rick, are you alright?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper, “You seem drunker than usual.”

"I'm more than alright," he replied, his voice low and husky. "Especially now that you're here."

You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as Rick's words washed over you, the air thick with tension as you danced on the edge of something electric.

Rick was always drunk when you came over. He was always teasing you yet you could feel that something was never quite alright with him. Carefully you put the cake down before walking over to his couch and taking a seat. Rick’s eyes never stopped staring at you. Slowly he followed suit, sitting down right next to you. His knee pressing into your thigh while his arm laid on the couch, right behind your back. Evil Rick’s thought were spiraling, getting dirtier and dirtier by each second when suddenly–

“You have a family?” You found the picture Evil Rick had been staring at before.

For a moment, a flicker of pain passed across Rick’s face, his expression clouded with memories long buried beneath layers of loneliness.

"I did once," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But they're all gone now."

Your heart ached at the sorrow in Rick's voice, your own emotions swirling as you reached out to gently squeeze his hand in a gesture of comfort.

As you lounged on the couch, the air between you and Rick crackled with a potent mix of tension and desire. Rick sat with his arm draped casually over the back of the couch behind you, his legs spread wide in a display of relaxed confidence. You, feeling the heat of his presence, couldn't help but lean into his proximity, your body humming with anticipation.

In a moment of vulnerability, Rick's head began to droop, his exhaustion evident despite his attempts to hide it. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his head against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he spoke.

"Do you ever wonder if some people are just meant to be alone?" he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Your heart clenched at the raw honesty in Rick's words, the ache of loneliness reflected in his soulful gaze. But beneath the sadness lay a simmering undercurrent of desire, a magnetic pull that drew you together like moths to a flame.

As Rick's head rested against your shoulder, you felt a surge of heat course through your veins, your body responding instinctively to his proximity. Despite the weight of his sadness, you couldn't ignore the overwhelming attraction that pulsed between you two, a primal urge that begged to be satiated.

With a hesitant touch, you reached out to gently caress Rick's cheek, your fingers tracing the lines of his weathered face with a tenderness born of longing.

"Some people may feel alone, Rick," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "But that doesn't mean they're destined to stay that way."

Evil Rick's gaze met yours, his eyes dark with desire as he drank in the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips. In that moment, the barriers between you dissolved, leaving only the raw intensity of your shared desire burning bright.

Unable to resist any longer, Rick closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion between you. And as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of your desires, you found solace in each other's arms, two lonely souls finding refuge in the heat of your mutual longing.

As Ricks's lips met yours in a hot, sloppy kiss, a primal hunger ignited between you, consuming all reason in its fiery embrace. Your mouths moved in a desperate dance of passion, tongues intertwining with a fervor that left you both breathless and wanting more.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the heady scent of Rick's cologne, the rough texture of his stubble against your skin sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you surrendered to the intoxicating whirlwind of desire.

Rick, emboldened by your response, felt a surge of primal possessiveness wash over him. With a low growl, he pressed you against the back of the couch, his body pinning you in a gesture of dominance.

The air crackled with tension as Rick loomed over you, his gaze smoldering with unbridled passion. Your chests heaved in unison, the heat of your bodies mingling in the confined space between you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed up at Rick, your eyes dark with desire. You felt an electric current coursing through your veins, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery intensity that left you trembling with anticipation.

“Do you want to–want to help daddy feel less lonely?”

Red tainted your cheeks as you heard Rick call himself daddy. If only he knew that this was exactly what you would imagine while playing with your soaking pussy almost every night.

“…Yes”

Swiftly Rick positioned himself between your legs, his hard on pressing against your crotch. As usual you were wearing a skirt, which both you and Rick were more than thankful for. It made everything easier–faster. His calloused hand pulled your skirt up. A growl fell from Rick’s lips as he pushed your thong to the site to take in your pussy.

“Fuck…b-been dreaming about this pussy, baby”, his hand reached down, his finger moving up and down between your folds, “Already so wet. I didn’t even do anything…yet.”

Grinning he pressed his thumb against your clit, circling, taking in the way you arch your back and move your hips to meet his finger on your most sensitive part.

His other hand ventured upwards. He ran it lightly over the curve of your breast before briefly circling your nipple. You unconsciously arched your back and a sigh was the only sound that escaped you. He felt you stiffen briefly. Reassuringly, he squeezed your waist lightly, simultaneously trying to show you that it was okay, but also to urge you to do more.

"It's okay, baby girl" he murmured in your ear and as his hand moved a little further down and now circled your belly button, Rick felt you relax again. His lips made their way down your neck. He pressed delicate kisses onto your heated skin and when you willingly tilted your head to the side to give him more room, he let his tongue glide along your artery.

Rick flooded you with stimulation. His thumb was still playing with your clit while he sucked on your neck and his other hand kneaded your tits. Without warning, Rick eased his middle finger inside you while his thumb continued to take care of your pearl.

“S–such a good girl, for daddy”, he cooed, his finger being clenched by your needy cunt, “So fucking wet for daddy. See? Took another finger in.”

Rick continued to fuck you with his two fingers while planting soft kisses all over your body “You’re doing good, baby”, he reassured and praised you over and over and over again. His raspy voice filled your head. Rick took his time prepping you because he knew that not everyone could simply take his cock. He wanted both of you to feel as good as possible.

Need flooded every fiber of your body as you reached down and tried to unzip his pants. You wanted him badly, now. As soon as Rick understood what you tried to do, he took it upon himself to free his cock from his ever growing pants. When you saw it your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Rick Sanchez, your lonely old neighbor from next door, had a big cock, veiny and hard as a rock, pre cum leaking from its tip. Upon the sight your pussy clenched and pulsated around his fingers harder, something that Rick didn’t miss out.

“Hm, guess you like what you see”, Rick pulled his fingers out to wrap his hand with your sickly sweet juice around the head of his cock. “Daddy is going to–to reward you for taking his loneliness away.”

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, his thick cock now pressing exactly against your wet entrance. Oh, how he would love to just ram inside, his tip kissing your cervix as he pounds into you like a wild animal in heat, filling you up with his cum, breeding you like the good lil’ girl you are. Not now though, at least not tonight. Evil Rick felt something deeper, more than just sexual attraction and bent up rage, he felt an emotional connection.

Rick could feel your legs trembling against his chest as he eased into you with a slow space. Your cunt stretched around his cock, taking him – almost sucking him in. “Ahh…R-Rick–daddy.”

“‘s okay, baby”, he lowered himself, kissing your temple and pushing the rest of his length into your squelching pussy, “Ugh…fuck, y–you’re tight, baby, daddy’s g–good little girl.”

“yours…I’m yours, daddy.”

That was all Rick needed to hear. He began to thrust into you faster, harder feeling your walls tighten around him. He loved the sounds you two made together – his balls slapping against your ass, the wet sloppy sounds your pussy made everytime he pushed in and out, his own growls and moans filling the apartment.

He loved the way you squirmed and trembled under him, how you begged for him to fuck you even depper (though he was already hitting your cervix). He was filling you up completely, Rick was the biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Your hands reached out, grabbing his biceps, scratching him and leaving marks.

He loved how you made him forget his loneliness, the betrayal and rage rooted deep within him.

“fuck…ugh, oh…oh my god…ugh– daddy loves you…ah, that’s daddy’s good girl.”

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t0rturedangel · 8 months ago

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𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐂-𝟏𝟑𝟕 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳; 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐎-𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 / 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐌��𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘹𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 / 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬…

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦-𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦)

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮', 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳- 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝘢 17 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

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