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[rickv-786]

❝ i love being inside you. ❞

send ❝ i love being inside you. ❞ for my muse's response !

━━━━━━━ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

The dim glow of the lab's holographic displays flickered across the cluttered workbench, casting erratic shadows on the two Ricks locked in a heated standoff. Vice Rick, with his wild blue hair and perpetual sneer, slammed his fist on the console, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you're so superior, Prime? Strutting around like your dimension's the only one that matters. I've built empires while you were playing house ! "

Prime narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. His face twisted in frustration, the argument escalating from a minor portal mishap to a full-blown ego clash. "Empires? You mean scams and back-alley deals? You're a joke, Vice. A pathetic knockoff who couldn't science his way out of a paper bag without stealing my tech."He stepped closer, invading Vice Rick's space, their breaths mingling in the charged air.

Vice shoved him back, but Prime grabbed his wrist, twisting it just enough to pin him against the workbench. "Let go, you sanctimonious prick!" Vice snarled, but there was a spark in his eyes, anger laced with something darker, hungrier. Prime's grip tightened, his other hand fisting Vice's collar, yanking him forward until their faces were inches apart. "You want to push me? Fine. But you're gonna regret it."

The shove turned into a crash as Prime forced Vice Rick down onto the cold metal surface, tools scattering with a clatter. Vice struggled, cursing under his breath, but Prime was relentless, straddling his hips and pinning his arms above his head with one hand. "Fucking hate you." Prime growled, his free hand ripping open Vice's shirt, buttons popping free to expose the pale chest beneath. Vice bucked against him, but the friction only ignited the fire building between them.

Prime's mouth crashed down on Vice's in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. It wasn't tender; it was punishment, raw and unforgiving. Vice bit Prime's lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metallic tang, and Prime retaliated by grinding his hardening cock against Vice's thigh through their pants. "Bastard." Vice gasped when they broke apart, his own erection straining painfully against the fabric.

With a savage yank, Prime tore Vice's belt free and shoved his pants down to his knees, exposing his ass and throbbing cock. Vice's protests dissolved into a choked moan as Prime's fingers dug into his hips, bruising the skin. "You talk big, but look at you, hard as fuck for this." Prime taunted, spitting into his palm before slicking his own cock, freed from his unzipped fly. It was thick, veined, and already leaking pre-cum at the tip.

Vice twisted, trying to glare over his shoulder, but Prime slapped his ass hard, the sharp sting making him yelp. "Stay down." Without warning, Prime thrust forward, burying his cock deep into Vice's tight ass in one brutal push. Vice cried out, the burn of the stretch mixing with the rage still boiling in his veins. "Fuck you!" He spat, but his body betrayed him, clenching around the invading shaft.

Prime didn't hold back, pounding into him with punishing force, each snap of his hips driving Vice's cock against the workbench's edge. The lab echoed with the wet slap of skin on skin, grunts and curses filling the air. "I love being inside of you, so tight and warm." Prime snarled, one hand wrapping around Vice's throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make his vision blur. Vice's hands scrabbled for purchase, nails scraping the metal, but he pushed back into the thrusts, chasing the twisted pleasure amid the pain.

Sweat slicked their bodies as Prime's pace quickened, his balls slapping against Vice's with every deep plunge. Vice's cock wept pre-cum onto the surface below, untouched but aching for release. "Harder! Make it hurt you bastard!" Vice demanded through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse. Prime obliged, angling his hips to hit that spot inside that made Vice's legs tremble, forcing a broken moan from his lips.

The hate fueled every movement, turning the fuck into a war of bodies. Prime's fingers dug into Vice's shoulders, pulling him back onto his cock while he leaned down to bite at his neck, marking the skin with red welts. Vice reached back, clawing at Prime's thigh, drawing thin lines of blood that only spurred him on. "Gonna cum inside you, fill you up so you remember who owns this."Prime hissed, his rhythm faltering as climax built.

Vice's own orgasm hit first, ripping through him without warning,his cock pulsing, spurting thick ropes of cum onto the workbench as his ass clenched rhythmically around Prime's shaft. The sensation pushed Prime over the edge; with a guttural roar, he slammed in one last time, flooding Vice's hole with hot spurts of seed. They collapsed together, panting, Prime still buried deep as aftershocks trembled through them.

For a moment, silence hung heavy, broken only by their ragged breaths. Then Vice chuckled weakly, venom returning to his tone. "That all you got, Prime?" Prime pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from Vice's abused ass, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Round two later. We're not done arguing."

[moonlight--howling]

“I think I just brushed shoulders with the guy who calls himself your dad. Real wildcard, too, took a swan dive straight from the third story into a bowl of fruit punch, then bolted. No pants, so, you know, maybe don’t chase him. Or maybe do. Guess that’s what passes for entertainment down here in hell, no idea what you freaks are up to.” Rick slid a hand into his jacket, pulled out a crumpled pack and held it over. “Need a smoke?”

☪ ❝ FUCKING EW — like HELL it does. Just because we're damned here doesn't mean we've all completely lost it. There's lots of other ways to entertain ourselves than that... gross shit.

yeah, after that mental imagine, I might need it. Thanks. ❞

scrunching her maw she took one cig from the pack — pulling out a lighter right after the Hellhound then struggled to make the sparkwheel work.

[rickv-786]

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Now go home, @c137sucks Regain your lost time! Home... Where you are supposed to be... The way you are supposed to be...

"Please, forgive me if I am intruding, though I am certain you will be able to understand, given the circumstances."

Holding out the side of her dress, Zelda gave a proper bow. To formally introduce oneself, that was standard practice. It didn't matter where you were, nor what your circumstance, so long as the situation wasn't dire. Introductions were first, then two people could get to the heart of whatever matter necessitated a discussion. In this case, she did find it rather important.

Not dire, she didn't feel any danger to the time stream. But important.

"I am Zelda. Princess of Hyrule. You, sir, you are a time traveler, are you not?"

She knew the answer. While he could only feel the presence of other timelines, Zelda could innately feel a disturbance in that of which she lived in. Which she was born, and grew up in. This man was from another time, and that wasn't a question posed due to his manner of dress. It was the light disturbance she felt in the time stream, all senses lead to him.

So long as he didn't try to interfere with the woven fabric of time's thread, Zelda was much more interested in what stories he may have to tell. As one with the power to traverse time herself, the woman had an understanding of how things changed. How delicate those fabrics were, and how careful someone had to be when dealing with them.

As Sage of Time, it was her responsibility to see to it that time wove itself as it was meant to be threaded. It was a title that far surpassed being the princess.

"May I ask, from what time period have you chosen to leave for a visit? If there is anything I may do to make your stay here more comfortable, please, do let me know."

Soft as her blue eyes were, Zelda's gaze could pierce more swiftly, more deeply than any arrow, no matter her expression.

"I do presume you are from farther along in the timeline from this of which we are in now."

[ofamess]

Pinned + Kanroji maybe? c:

Her  face  was  flushed,  and  she  was  pinned  to  the  wall.  The  smell  in  the  air  was  off,  and  yet,  her  eyes  stared  up  at  the  other  for  a  moment  or  so.  Confused  on  why  ---  and  what  he  was  doing,  she  moved  her  hands  to  hover  over  the  others'  chest  just  in  case  she  had  to  push  him  away.  She'll  give  him  a  second  or  so  to  explain  what  he  was  doing.  Inhaling  just  a  little,  she  spoke  softly.

"  Um,  can  I  help  you?  I  really  don't  think  there  is  a  reason  for  you  to  be  close  to  me  like  this,  did  I  do  something  wrong?"  she  tries  to  play  it  off  nicely,  with  a  small  laugh  from  her  lips.  But  she  felt  like  melting  into  the  wall.  Slightly  uncomfortable,  but  if  she  had  to  use  force  ---  she  would.  Mitsuri  had  no  reason  to  freak  out  yet;  he's  been  innocent  so  far  --  or  that's  what  she  thinks.

Pinned! || accepting @c137sucks

[impenetrableshiiield]

"Sup, original grandson. Don't give me that long face, I'm working with the guy that kidnapped you so we can hope to survive against that eyepatched horror that looks like you. Turns out he's been seizing control over Ricks all across the multiverse and plans on striking before we do. You in, or should I scratch your name off the cool people list?"

He was told to book it if this happened. He was fucking booking it.

[vagooba]

[Lost]

[Lost] Vaggie is lost, either physically or emotionally, and is struggling to find their way back.

Lust was the pink and purple contrast to Pride's glowing red. And though Vaggie wasn't barred from the other rings like sinners, it didn't mean she was at all used to seeing the other areas of Hell. She had wandered here in search of something and probably gotten in over her head quicker than she was about to admit to anyone.

Spinning around as several succubi and incubi bumped into her and gave her a generous look-over, eyes tracing her figure. She mean-eyed them and flipped one of them off. "Keep moving," she growled. But their eyes gave her suspiciously human appearance a longer glance than most of the hellions.

Still no sign of the small, helpless creature she had chased into the Ring. Worry colored her expression. Her pink eyes scanned the unfamiliar city she had yet to explore. And she had never seen so many sex toy shops and erotic advertisements in one place in her entire life. And she had lived longer than most of the long-lived creatures here. She had thought Pride was lewd.

She preferred the road for a while, at least as the risk of being hit by a car seemed preferable to being catcalled. Eventually traffic proved unavoidable so she switched to the actual sidewalk and was immediately greeted by salesmen, streetwalkers and incubi. With the oddest of timing though it would happen to be a sinner she bumped right into. Not even a hellborn, but a sinner. The very hellion type she was primed to attack when she was an exorcist.

Her kneejerk reaction was to push him away, for his own safety, so that she would not draw her spear, "Hey, hands off!"

Of course, she had bumped into him on a crowded sidewalk. Not really his fault. The instant she backed up and apologized, rolling her one eye. "Sorry." She shook her head, her crystal blue pupil taking in the figure before her.

But then she blinked. What the HELL was a Sinner doing in the Lust Ring. Better yet, why was he still Alive?

Now, now she was more than just physically lost...

This was a living being. In HELL.

[thesilvermoonraysarchive2]

@c137sucks Said: 🎉  to catch my muse alone outside during a party

Vulnerable Meme

"Oi! The fuck are ya starin' at?"

He doesn't even look like what he is right now, and it feels like he's being stared at by very single human walking by. His ears were throbbing hard enough, being confined the way they were now. The loud music hadn't helped, and why he'd let his best friend convince him of how fun it would be to go somewhere with all this noise, he should have known better. Too much noise, even outside. Mechanical carriages blowing smoke that made him gag.

Which was all the more reason he felt he was being stared at, even when he wasn't.

The only time his clawed hands were visible, was when he had to stifle that gagging, every God damned time one of those loud carriages passed. It's no wonder the Yōkai died out by this time period, and became nothing but legends. Who the hell would want to live in an era like this? He had no problems with hanging out around the Sunset Shrine grounds. Kagome's family was kind, even to him. Sitting in her room with her, relaxing on the bed silently while she did schoolwork.

The late night talks were his favorite. He'd trusted her by agreeing to this, and she didn't even notice he'd slipped out, did she? She was having fun with her friends. Maybe he was selfish, he understood her feelings, but didn't he matter too? Or was he destined to be forgotten whenever they were around? What was a glare transitioned more so into narrowed golden eyes. If someone wants a staring contest, a staring contest they'll receive.

"Gotta problem? You have two legs, yeah? Walk."

He had to keep himself in check. Show people the extent of your irritation, they'll use it against you. The only time it's truly acceptable is when someone does something overly stupid, off the battlefield. In combat, it was fair game. Everything about this moment was bringing out intensity, depth in his eyes. The curl of his frown, ad the arch of his eyebrows.