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Family Legacy

Rick Flag Sr. x Female Reader

Everybody mourns differently. You decide to let the father of your dead lover bury his grief between your thighs.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Angst, Grief, Mourning, Voyeurism, Sex Tapes, Fucked Up Family Dynamics, Mentions of Rick Jr., Sexual Comparison, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex, Squirting, Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Praise Kink

Word Count: 1.2k+

(This is my first DC fic!)

You thought it was impossible to ever see those eyes look up at you again, to feel that moan vibrate through your core as he devoured the flesh between your thighs, as if it were the only thing keeping him from starving. But there he was, the older man with the same name and hungry stare as the ghost that left you behind making you writhe beneath his mouth as he worked through his grief in the most depraved way possible.

You knew that it was wrong, that it was beyond fucked up to let his own father taste what he had savored mere days before that wretched mission took his life. But you both desperately needed to feel something other than the sharp pang of regret, anything to distract you from the crushing weight of grief that no amount of alcohol could ever numb. At least this way you kept his eyes in your life.

His hands were rougher, though, his callused palms quickly grasping at your thighs and pulling you toward the edge of the bed with an urgency that rivaled his son’s. Instead of taking his time to admire you like his junior always had, he quickly spit on his hand and stroked himself before rubbing his tip up and down your swollen clit with a satisfied chuckle.

“I see why he liked you.” He whispered, eyes reddened with the tears he refused to cry as he sent jolt after jolt of electric heat up into your core. “Pretty little thing.”

You thought about mentioning his eyes, how the amber in them warmed to the same honeyed hue that had burned themselves into your memory for months, but thought better of it as he gripped his cock and slowly pushed himself into your dripping wet seam.

Fuck, he’s so much thicker than your Rick.

You moaned as he slowly disappeared inside of you, forcing him to smirk as you both watched your pussy swallow up every girthy inch he had to give. But he was barely inside you before he laughed to himself at how crazy this situation was, the blissful sensation of your body melting around him drawing out a feral groan that was half lust, half pained sorrow as he thrust the rest of the way inside.

“Must run in the family,” you muttered as your slickened walls eagerly stretched around him, your fingers gripping onto the sheets as he delved deeper inside you, pressing his palm down onto your belly as he filled you up again and again.

Jesus.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, a challenge, a taunt.

He couldn’t divulge that he knew exactly how you liked it, couldn’t tell you about the videos he’d found on his son’s phone when they handed over his effects, about all the compromising positions he’d watched you in as he stroked himself stupid the past couple of nights. He couldn’t tell you that he had fantasized about those perfect lips of yours wrapped around his balls instead of his son’s, that he’d memorized every curl of his fingers inside your cunt that made you moan, every thrust that made them shift into a chorus of high pitched, needy whines. No, he couldn't tell you that. So instead, he grabbed onto your jaw and squeezed just tight enough to make it hurt as he drove himself in even harder, faster, deeper; feeling the bulge of his cock press up against his palm with each brutal thrust.

“Rick,” you whimpered through pursed lips, finally able to say his name out loud for the first time since you’d lost him. That name was both a prayer and a plea as he gave you what his son always made you wait for, made you crawl on your knees and beg for. Only this Rick wasn’t there to play games or to break you, he was there to bury his grief so deep into the viscera of your cunt that even you wouldn’t be able to find it if you went looking for it. This forbidden tryst wasn’t about either you, and at least the both of you knew that.

“Yeah?” He cooed, gripping your face a little tighter until your teeth began to cut the inside of your mouth; something he knew got you wetter than anything. “You like taking his daddy’s dick, huh?”

Your eyes widened at the thought, his hand on your mouth keeping you from responding as he drove himself deeper into the comfort of your silky heat, hitting that special spot his son always waited a little longer to find. All you could do was stare up at him and groan like the whore that you were as he brought you closer to the edge, his thumb now rubbing delicious circles of bliss into your clit as he increased his pace.

“Huh?” He asked again after he knew you couldn’t answer, a soft slap to your face barely enough to burn into your cheek before the sharp twinge of pain quickly stung the other one. “He fuck you so good, you like keeping it in the family?”

“Yeah,” you finally whispered, amazed at how good the strike of his palm felt as it mixed in with the hypnotic movement of his hips and the haunting enchantment of his eyes. Every nerve in your body felt like a live wire, exposed and vulnerable as the pain and pleasure pulsed through you, failing to ground the electric euphoria pulsing through your tingling skin. “Yes!”

What the fuck was wrong with you? Both of you?

“Good.” He let go of your face and hooked his arms up under your knees, pushing them back toward your chest as his eyes darkened to a shade you’d never seen before. His hips snapped against your thighs, frantic and desperate as the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed in the empty void of your hotel room. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

His words were all it took to seal the deal, your own daddy issues taking the wheel now as that last thrust of cock against your cervix shocked your system to its very core, screwing your eyes shut as the building euphoria finally took over. It forced your back to arch as you involuntarily clenched down around him, milking his throbbing cock as he continued to glide across that spongy bundle of nerves, incinerating every other sensation in its path until you saw stars through the backs of your eyelids.

“That’s it, baby, you’re gonna give me another son to make up for the one I lost.” He pushed your thighs back even farther as he chased his orgasm within you, sweat dripping down his perfect chest and onto the backs of your thighs as he watched you come undone with a twisted fucking smile. His hands slid up to your ankles and squeezed them tightly as he spilled himself inside you, making your toes curl as every inch of your body surged with an unstoppable current of ecstasy.

“Rick!” You screamed as he thrust into you even faster now, relentlessly stimulating every inch of your swollen heat, fucking his cum deeper into you at a punishing pace until every muscle in your body tightened, contracting with the compounded seizure of pleasure. Your walls spasmed around him as your legs shook uncontrollably, your release allowing your body to relax until it squirted all over his pelvis, soaking the bed beneath you.

“Atta girl!” He laughed, rubbing your clit again as he persisted to hold himself inside, watching your hips buck from overstimulation. “That’s daddy’s good girl.”

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