Thank you anon for my first request! Thank you so much for all the detail! And even a song? Wow, so awesome. This one was kind of hard for me to write because I also donāt like incorporating/talking about religion in my pieces (Iām probably gonna add that to my guidelines). But I do see Evil Rick as this guy who would talk about that subject matter as a person.
I also did find the song hella fitting for Evil Rick! It is hard rock and also has that undertone of darkness. Listen here for those who havenāt heard it before! Obviously this request contains some hella steamy smut, so please go away if youāre under 18ā¦ thank you.Ā
Summary: Evil Rick doesnāt come home until early morning hours from an adventure with (Evil) Morty. You two argue about the relationship before the idea of religion/god is brought into the conversation. Evil Rick is then challenged to fulfill the idea of what itās like being a god to the reader.Ā
P.O.V.: Readerās perspective (female).Ā
Word Count: About 3,500.Ā
Content: Passionate erotica (bondage, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms).Ā
āDo You Believe in God?āĀ
You sat in front of the television scene unamused as you flipped through channel after channel, not being able to stay at one that you truly loved. It was almost 3 A.M. and though you tried your damnedest to sleep, you simply couldnāt; you had grown tired of tossing back and forth and thought you might as well stay up. Rick hadnāt come home yet but you figured he was probably off doing something with Morty. Still, the thought of him not coming home worried you; it was never this late. Anxiety had been bubbling inside your chest for hours now and there was no sign of relief. You checked your phone again, awaiting something from him; not even a single text or call.
You bit the skin off your fingers in nervousness and it wasnāt until almost 4 A.M. that you finally heard that familiar whooshing of the portal in the garage. You sat up immediately, looking towards the entrance to the garage with beaming curiosity yet fury. Heavy footsteps lingered towards the house before you shrugged back down to where you were, not wanting to give Rick the wrong impression that you were excited to see him (which you were on a more subtle level). He barged in and slammed the door unapologetically while your eyes stayed fixated towards the TV, still scrolling through the programs. Rick slugged in and then stopped when he saw your figure on the couch, slightly illuminated by the glow of the television. Still, though, you didnāt make eye contact.
He says flatly, āHey.ā
āHey,ā you reply back. āItās late.ā
āI know, Iām sorry; I didnāt have reception,ā he tried to explain and you sat there, staying motionless and stoic. Rick crossed his arms quizzically, āYou didnāt have to stay up late for me.ā
You shrugged your shoulders apathetically, āCouldnāt sleep.ā
āDonāt you have to wake up early for work?ā
āOkay,ā Rick sighed heavily, running a hand through his spiky hair. āCan we fucking knock it off with the one, two-word answers?ā
With this change in tone, you finally turned off the TV as the blood slowly boiled hot in your veins. You sat up as you place the remote on the coffee table in front of you before looking Rick in the eyes. He looked noticeably disheveled; his hair was an absolute mess, his voice was extremely raspy, there was blood spattered on his clothing, and the bags under his eyes were darker and larger than usual. A change of heart washed upon you which caused the anxiety to finally stop. You could practically feel your tense stature change and relax with loving empathy.
āI donāt know what you want me to say,ā he scoffs, throwing his arms. āWouldāve called you if I couldāve.ā
Before he could turn to walk away, you leaned up and off the couch and walked towards him slowly, lowering your eyes up and down his frame. Nights like this, when he was tired and wary from his day, were the best; it was when you could get Rick at his sweetest yet rawest. Your fingers travel lightly under the lapels of his lab coat and you grip the fabric softly before looking up at him.
āSounds like you had a rough day,ā your voice is low, practically dripping with delicious lust. āLet me help.ā Rickās eyes lower as you pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, pushing the lab coat off his shoulders and onto the floor in a puddle of cloth. Your fingertips trace back up his arms and land on the black fabric of his chest, where your lips planted gentle kisses on the hot, sensitive skin of his neck.
āJesusā¦ā he swore lowly as his hand landed at the back of your neck to encourage you for more. āSomebodyās horny tonight. Is that why you waited up for me, pet?ā
āShhh,ā you hushed gently as your lips dragged across his neck, his jawline, then up to his lips. Your eyes sunk into his when you traced the scar on his bottom lip before you leaned in quickly for a rushed kiss. Eagar lips never made contact, however, after he planted a palm in your hair and pulled you backward. Mangled whimpers escaping your throat when your breath hitched in it. He bored his eyes into yours this time, leaning slowly in just to brush his lips against yours. Ā
His voice whispered in your ear against your cartilage, making shivers run down your spine, āMy patience is very thin tonight, baby.ā
āOh,ā you breathily moaned, snapping your eyes shut.
He chuckled evilly in your ear, āYou told me you donāt believe in God, right?ā
āNo, I donātā¦ā you confirmed hesitantly, unsure of where the conversation is going in such a sexually heated moment. Kind of a boner-killer, you thought to yourself.
āWhat ifā¦ā he laughed lowly again, the sound going straight to the depths of your groin, āWhat if I told you that Iām God?ā
At first, this question threw you off, not knowing what it meant or how Rick would somehow achieve that. Your lust clouded your judgment as you speak almost without hesitation.
āProve it,ā you opened your eyes, posing an interesting challenge for him. He pulled away from your ear and looked at you for a moment with a cocked brow before smirking. Something in his countenance changed, something that made you equally excited yet nervous for what he had in mind. Without a second word, he scooped you up into his arms and carried you softly upstairs. This earned a soft giggle from you and you lean your head up against his chest, feeling how warm he was and hearing his heartbeat rage in his chest.
You both approach his bedroom door and he almost immediately pulled out his key, unlocked the door, and set you down before turning on the overhead light. This was nothing new; you had been in Rickās room a couple of times. Rickās large hands landed on your shoulders and moved you towards the king-sized bed.
āSit and donāt move,ā his voice barely above a whisper, and you did as you were told. You elegantly sat yourself down on his bed and admired how soft his duvet was under your fingertips. He had obviously changed it since last time. Before, it was a deep red with black accent stitching while tonight it was a solid matte black.
Meanwhile, Rick was digging into his dresser drawers, on an obvious hunt for something, and you found your fingers shaking with anticipation. He turned around and had at least three bunches of black rope sitting comfortably in his hands. You took in a shaky, deep breath as your brain jumped to conclusions as to what was about to happen. This was unexplored territory. Although you thought about being tied up before, you really never gave it much contemplation. Inside, you were a bit worried that you would wake up other members of the Smith residence, but you then remembered that Rick had just installed soundproof devices in the walls that block all sound coming from this room. It was most definitely an upgrade.
He immediately smirked as he saw the change in your breathing, a lot more rapid than before. Both of you donāt say a single word as he began to knot these ropes to the dark wooden bedposts. Rick didnāt rush to get this done, however, he took his sweet time. You didnāt even have the courage to speak as your voice ran out of your throat a while ago. By the time that all the rope was tied to all four bedposts, which was at least twenty minutes later, he dug into his dresser again. This time, he pulls out something clear, red, and glassy. He strolled across the room and turns off the light, but you still didnāt speak and neither did he. Eventually, the sound of a light switch could be heard and the entire room became engulfed in red light. Your stomach dropped even more, the red bulb making you even more nervous than you were before. You then folded your hands together, trying to hide the undeniable trembling. He smirked at you before grasping your shoulders in an attempt to get you to stand up. Something in his lowered eyes had changed but he still had the same soft touch, his fingers lightly grazing up and down your goosebump-covered arms.
It was at this point where you began to regret giving Rick the challenge.
You nodded your head but insisted on taking your time with removing your clothing as Rick did with the rope in some attempt of getting back at him for making you wait so long. You slowly and steadily removed each piece of clothing from your body and flung it to the floor without breaking eye contact with Rick. You made yourself swallow your nervousness and tried to play along, giving him a lowered, lust-filled look that you know made him go crazy. Once everything was off, Rick backed you up further and further until the back of your knees hit the bed, making you collapse onto the mattress. He pushed your shoulders back gently and laid you down flat on your back. He traced his fingers up each arm and each leg, tying it to the bedpost and making sure it was secure and tight. You bit inside your cheek as the excitement became almost too much to bear.
He bent over to the floor and picked up your panties, twirling them around between his digits before looking side and observing the wetness that drenched them. He hummed in satisfaction as he dipped a finger or two into it and then into his mouth, having a little taste of you. You threw your head back slightly with arousal and frustration before he strolled over towards the bed, dipping his long fingers in the fabric again.
Your mouth opened to comply before his index finger entered your mouth. Although you wanted to suck the life out of his finger in an attempt to show him how excited you were, you did the exact opposite. You took your time, slowly closing your lips around him and lazily sliding your way down to his base knuckle. He hummed in satisfaction again and a combination between a smile and a smirk spread across his face.
He smacked his lips, āDivine.ā
Rick pulled his finger out before using both hands to ball up the fabric and shoving it in your mouth. He took a moment to look at you, absorbing such a powerful image. He had always wanted to use a ball gag with you but didnāt know exactly how to introduce it to a conversation. This was ten times better, ten times hotter than any ball gag on the market. His clothed stayed on as he slowly climbed on top of your naked body, totally surrendered to his usage. His lips leaned down to your wrist and slowly traveled in pecks to your forearm, elbow, shoulder, to the junction of your neck. His mouth closed and began to suck hard, a violet bruise slowly rising to the surface. Your arms and legs pulled and strained against the ropes as your hips began to buck softly and involuntarily, your moans stifled by the panties in your mouth. His mouth was still relentless, despite your body language being hard to control.
He let go after a few more moments of harsh sucking and did the same to the other side of your neck. Your moans began to get louder, the combination between the pain and the pleasure taking the form of a substantial amount of liquid in between your legs. Rickās mouth leaves your neck as he plants kisses from your neck to the right side of your arm, then diving down back to your collarbone. It was getting borderline hard to breathe because of your panting and moaning as he leaves an additional two hickeys on both of your collarbones. He leaned backward and admired his work, his eyes traveling from each side of your neck to your chest. A smirk crawled onto his face before he fishes out the panties from your mouth. You were finally able to respirate properly and you closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side.
āDonāt fall asleep on me, now, Iām just getting started.ā
You try your hardest not to pant but it comes out anyway, āIāmā¦ not.ā
āWell well well, she speaks. Iāll be damned.ā
You swallowed your saliva harshly as you found this to be borderline torture. The aching in between your legs was beyond unbearable and he hadnāt even really touched you. You could feel the wetness stick to each thigh, creating an interweb of stickiness. You arched your back upward in a nonverbal cue for Rick to finally get down to some business.
āSo eagerā¦ā he trailed off as he dove down to the area of your sternum, slowly and gently kissing the soft skin. His lips are wet as he lazily makes his way to one of your nipples, pecking it gently at first. Your whimpers encouraged him to do more than just that, and he eventually complies. He takes the entire nipple into his mouth and gently tugs on it with his teeth, earning a high-pitched yelp from you. He chuckled with amusement as he continued his rigorous and unrelenting torture, his tongue etching love notes into your skin. Your wrists and ankles continue to pull against the unforgiving rope
He lifts his head up, āPlease what?ā
You donāt answer, your senses almost overwhelmed.
He bites down, harder but not too hard, again, āTime to pray, baby girl.ā
Almost without hesitation, he crouches in between your legs and his tongue finally lands in a place where you need it the most. Your first instinct was to run your hands through his hair but you nearly broke your wrists in doing so, forgetting about the restraints once again. Your moans became unbelievably loud, louder than they had ever been before. He occasionally broke the tension between you and your rising climax by kissing your thighs lovingly and gently. He also took the time to spread you farther apart, putting your legs up onto his shoulders. On a lower, more subtle level, you were worried that you might actually fracture or break his skull with your thighs clenching together so hard. Your chest began to shake and heave uncontrollably at once Rick began to suck your clit, unable to stop saying the word God.
āIāmā¦ Iāmā¦ā you try to say but the words simply befuddle you, unable to speak as you were painfully close to your orgasm. Rick continues his rhythm and sucking, this time adding two fingers inside, and you feel your walls begin to contract. Your eyes snapped shut and your hips bucked as you finally reached your climax, your voice nearly screaming with pleasure. āJesus fucking Christ! Holyā¦ shitā¦ oh, God!ā Your legs shook uncontrollably, as did the rest of your body. Rick eased his rhythm for a moment to let you catch your breath with a smirk plastered all over his face.
Then he continued, āAgain.ā
Finally, five. He gave you another breather when he took the moment to strip off all of his clothing. The entire room seemed like a giant, red blurry mess from all of your earth-shattering orgasms. You were no doubt dizzy from all of the screaming and intense panting as the room span uncontrollably. You could still see the mess Rick had already made in his grey boxer briefs and he hadnāt even come yet. Although this image was arousing, you closed your eyes in an attempted to steady your eyesight and breathing. Rick came over to you after he had stripped and gently brushed your face with his thumb. You opened your eyes and found him smiling at you.
āSo proud of you. So proud of my pet.ā
You nodded before he reached up above you and untied the knots in the ropes and did the same with your ankles. Your arms collapsed to the bed like they were made of jelly. He carefully and softly rubbed your wrists which were beet red and imprinted with rope texture, his fingers being careful of the sensitive and raw skin. After this, he positioned himself below you and took the head of his cock and slid it up and down the wetness of your folds, which was so excessive that it was dripping down onto the duvet. He moaned gently before sliding inside with a slight popping sound with the initial entry. Immediately, you moaned with pleasure as he proceeded all the way inside you, going all the way to the base of his cock before sliding out and sliding in again. His eyes snapped shut and his brow furrowed in his forehead with the new sensation. He continued a steady rhythm with his hips that made his thighs slap against yours.
āJesus, fuckingā¦ you feel absolutely exquisiteā¦ā
You moaned in response, āOh, fuckā¦ā
You finally had the energy to wrap your arms around him as he buried his head in your shoulder, breathing heavily against your skin and moaning loudly. He passionately kissed you anywhere he could, your shoulder, your neck, your arm. You could quickly feel your sixth orgasm approaching as he thrusted even deeper than before after a moment of adjusting his position. Your eyes shut as you reveled in the beautiful and warm feeling.
āI canā¦ I can feel thatā¦ fuckā¦ youāre close.ā
He propped himself up onto his elbows and became less than inches away from your face, āOpen your eyes baby, I wanna see your beautiful eyes when you come.ā
You did as he said and as if almost on cue, you reach your sixth orgasm of the night. You pulled his lips down to yours as you tried to stifle your screams. Rick slowed down his hips as you came but still kept a nice rhythm that your cunt could still barely handle. You collapse back down onto the bed as Rick picked up his thrust again but it wasnāt long before Rick came, too. He positioned himself to pull out but you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist. He looked at you with confusion and worry as you did this, immediately stopping his thrusts to temporarily avoid his climax.
āInside meā¦ā you breathed, on the verge of passing out. Rick still looked unsure as you said this before you gave him a confirming and steady nod. He didnāt say anything but continues his rhythm and in a few seconds, buries his head back in your shoulder as he slightly stiffens. His raspy, breathy moans are strangled yet loud as he rides out his orgasm inside of you. After a moment, he stopped completely and stayed there for a couple of seconds before pulling out. You prop a leg up and he looks down in between your legs at the mess you two made. Come slowly pulses out of your cunt, still sore and coming down from your six orgasms. That same damn smirk spreads across his face as he slowly sticks a finger inside you, causing you to jerk slightly with pain and pleasure. He pulled it out, his finger covered with shiny, semi-white liquid before he slid it into your mouth ever so gently. You suck off all of the liquid with pride and pleasure before leaning forward and planting a passionate, soft kiss on Rickās mouth, sharing the peculiar yet delicious taste with him and stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb.
āThankā¦ youā¦ā you mutter before collapsing back onto the bed. You lazily pulled down the sheets from underneath you and shimmy under them before passing out almost immediately.
He chuckled gently, stroking your cheek, āSomething tells me you believe in a god now.ā
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