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Off Limits

✶ One shot - is a part 2 to untouchable but can be read as a stand alone

Pairing | Eddie x his best friends little sister

Post summary | You’ve been in love with Eddie since you can remember. When he refused to see you as anything except for his best friends, untouchable, innocent, little sister, you worked out a way to get him to look at you differently, now you deal with the fall out of it.

What to expect | Established friendship, mutual pining, jealous Eddie & reader, lots of tension - no use of y/n

Post Warnings | Drug mention, F oral, Fingering, voyeurism, public sex acts, slight choking - let me know if I missed any

Word count | 6 K

Pt 1 | Pt 3 |

Authors Note | Okay first of all - Tumblr was being a B and wouldn't let me post, so I had to refresh and lost all of the tagging I did (which took me for effing ever) I'm posting this and I'll tag everyone once I've had a goddamn ciggerate. Anyways, I wrote a long ass part 2 and then decided I wanted to halve it and make a part 3 because I have an unhealthy obsession with ending things on a cliff hanger (sorta) but it's written and proof read and will be posted 24 hours after this. I hope this lived up to everyones expectations

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

I jumped at every sound that drifted down the entry hall, flipping through an open novel spread across the kitchen counter that I wasn’t paying attention to, as I re read the same paragraph for the fifth time. My nerves spiked and my fingers gripped the next page, in danger of ripping it from the spine of the book as the front door smacked open and my brothers voice rang out.

I hadn’t seen or heard from Eddie since what happened under his Hellfire table. He’d ushered his club out as soon as the campaign ended, providing me with a quick escape as I fled from the room and didn’t look back. I’d worried about what to say – or not to say – the next time he turned up with Trevor, but I shouldn’t have bothered panicking about it because Eddie had been ominously absent without an excuse.

I couldn’t very well go and ask my brother about it, his response making me choke up before I could even figure out the words, and I didn’t want to give myself away as the reason why Eddie might be avoiding me – and by extension Trevor. But tonight was movie night, and if Eddie missed this without a good enough reason – like a broken leg or death – Trevor would get suspicious.

I definitely had not changed my outfit three times and spent an hour on my makeup just in case Eddie turned up for tonight.

A shiver shot down my spine as I leant further over the counter, burying my head further into the book as I fidget, trying hard to look relaxed and unbothered as footsteps filled the empty hallway.

I couldn’t help my glance up as an unfamiliar footfall slapped against the linoleum.

“Umm… Hi?”

“Hey” The tall blonde smirked at me, helping herself to a drink from the fridge as her short mini skirt rode up her thighs. My stomach sunk as I watched her prance around the island bench, leaning on it as she popped open the soda can and glared at me over the lip of it.

“Who are you?” I hissed, slamming my book shut as I straightened up.

“Laura.” Her eyes flashed in surprise at my animosity and her smile was sickly sweet as she took a loud slurp, leaving makeup stains on the can.

“Right… and you’re here why?” I was afraid of the answer.

“Movie night.” She grinned and tossed her hair back as my face dropped, my lunch threatening to make a reappearance.

“Or a movie date, whatever you want to call it, we met at the Hideout.” At that moment she glanced towards the hallway, and I spun around to face what my anger was internally screaming at.

Eddie was hovering in the darkened entry space, turned towards the living room but facing to where I stood shaking in fury next to the stranger dressed like a whore in my kitchen. His brows knotted as he spared her a glance and his hand moved to rub at his jaw as his gaze reluctantly moved to mine.

I didn’t know what I expected, something along the lines of how he’d looked at me between his legs in front of his throne, or if he wanted to pretend it didn’t happen then maybe how he’d always looked at me, like a kid sister. The dark resolute of disinterest bordering on anger was not what I thought I was going to find when his glowering stare met mine.

Trevor chose that moment to burst through the doorway, shoving past Eddie as he came to stand around the bench. He slowed and rested his fist on the countertop as the thick tension hit him, his eyes flickering between our faces.

“You ready babe?” I spun around as he slid his arm around Laura’s waist, accepting her kiss eagerly as he scowled at me over her shoulder, not knowing what caused the awkward atmosphere but blaming me for it anyway.

“Wait she’s here for you?” My voice came out in an unplanned shocked screech.

“Obviously, who else?” He stared at me like he wouldn’t expect me to consider Eddie as a possibility. I tried to not be noticeable as I dropped my eyes from them and turned back to face him but he’d disappeared from the door frame.

“You joining us?” The microwave door creaked as Trevor slid a bowl of unpopped corn kernels into it.

“Uh yeah.” The whole situation had caught me off guard, and I’d answered without thinking.

I hesitated in the kitchen as my brother and what appeared to be his new girlfriend, giggled and groped at each other as the occasional pop echoed off the cabinets, I groaned and grabbed my water bottle as they started making out without shame, heading for the living room filled with the blue glow from the tv set that was geared up and ready to play Trevor’s horror movie choice of the night.

I waited for him to acknowledge me, but his eyes were glued to the paused screen, leaning his head into his arm perched on the side of the couch. I briefly considered taking up residence in the uncomfortable chair directly next to the tv and facing away from it, but that would look more suspicious to Trevor than sitting next to Eddie on the couch we always shared.

“Hi.” My voice was small as I gripped the bottle tighter to my chest, unsure where we stood after what happened between us. His eyes flashed to my face, softening as they moved behind me to see that I was alone.

“Hey you.” He allowed me half a smug smirk as I took a probing step forward, returning his smile with a careful one as my heart unclenched a little.

“Haven’t seen you for a bit.” I walked past his spread knees as I plopped onto the furthest end of the couch, trying to keep my eyes on his and not how tight his pants were around his hips as he stretched and tugged his jeans down an inch.

“Yeah, had some stuff to sort out.” He titled his head towards me as his stare burned into me, and even in the cold space between us, the night time sky seeping in through the open window casting long shadows over us, I could feel the suffocating zaps of electricity that flared between us.

It was strong enough to steal my breath away, too strong for me to have imagined it, and from the way Eddie’s eyes darkened as his eyes fell to my lips, he had to be feeling it to.

I opened my mouth to say something when the entry hall light flicked off and Trevor strutted into the room, bringing the strong smell of butter with him.

“Bunch up man.” He nodded at Eddie as he gestured for Laura to take a seat, handing her the bowl as he went to go grab the tv remote.

I heard Eddie’s low sigh as he balled up his hands and used them to push into the couch, propelling him towards my end as I shuffled up against the very edge of it. The room blackened completely as the screen went dark, the quiet static creeping through the speakers.

Fuck

In the darkness the tingling tension between us hiked up a hundred times more, almost palpable in the air. My breathing stopped, and from the way Eddie froze beside me as he went rigid from trying to keep the non-existent space between us, so had he.

The couch groaned under Trevor’s weight as he folded himself onto the opposite end of it, slinging an arm over Laura and pulling her into his side from where she was wedged between him and Eddie.

The screen lighted up, the words ‘based on a true story’ spread across it as it faded back into blackness and a scene of a happy couple making out at a lookout, took its place.

“Thought this was supposed to be a horror, not a romance Trevor.” Eddie hissed, digging his hand into his knee as he picked at the loose threads and grimaced at the display of affection in front of us.

“It is, dude.” Trevor glanced over the mound of blonde hair to shoot Eddie a concerned look. I burrowed down into the cushions away from Eddie, crossing my arms across my chest as I tried to melt away.

Any other night if I was sat in front of an R-rated movie, I’d be jumping and letting out little squeals the same as Laura. But I was too focused on snatching my hand back when it reached out to brush against Eddie’s thigh like it had a mind of its own, barely catching myself in time. I was literally having to remind myself to breath as every little shift that brought our bodies together, sent a flash of heat from wherever our skin touched.

He was driving me insane, but most infuriatingly of all was how unbothered Eddie seemed. Even though it felt like he was going to strenuous lengths to avoid touching me as much as possible, he was slouched in a relaxed position with his head leaning against the back of the couch, his hands resting in loose fists along the curve of his lap.

I swallowed hard as his lashes lowered against his cheeks, his breath fluttering from his parted lips as the mixed colours of gore from the tv, reflected off his sharp features prettily.

I’d turned my head too far and he noticed me, I dropped my gaze just as Eddie’s eyes slid to mine, watching my cheeks blaze in indignation at being caught. I felt his stare burning heat into me like an actual physical touch and I couldn’t help myself, I glanced back up shyly to find his almost black eyes focused entirely on me now.

The upturned corner of his lips twitched as a tight coil constricted around my chest, making it impossible to breath as his eyes trapped me. I caught my lip between my teeth as Eddie leant across my lap, his fingers brushed my knees as he swiped up the bundle of blankets at the corner of the couch.

“It’s cold.” He didn’t give the others a choice as he tossed a blanket into Trevor’s face, turning his back on him as he tucked the fleecy material into the contours of my body. I stayed as still as stone as Eddie draped it over my shoulders, his warm breath tickled my neck as he bent close to whisper in my ear.

“If you bite your fucking lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

Fuck

I was lucky it was dark because my face was on fire, my breath blew past my lips in a shudder as Eddie sunk back against the pillows. A satisfied scoff vibrated through his chest as he lightly hung the rest of the blanket over his lap, his arms disappearing beneath it.

Spurts of red danced across the screen as the movie reached the point of the killer going on a spree, his victims screams bounced off the walls and drowned out my gasp as Eddie’s fingers brushed against my thigh.

His light touch traced across the fabric of my skirt, quickly moving down the side of my naked leg as my breath tumbled out in gasps. The thin blanket bunched up in my lap as I twisted it in my hands, gulping as Eddie’s fingers tips crawled over the top of my thighs, making his way to the blazing heat between them.

Eddie kept his eyes on the screen as he bantered back with Trevor over the low budget gore effects, squeezing my inner thigh until I relaxed and spread them apart for him.

I didn’t know what was in the air between us that made even the slightest touch feel like a lightning strike. But my body betrayed me as it became alert to every delicate brush of Eddie’s fingers, every inch that brought him closer to my drenched panties made me tremble against him.

I buried my groan by biting into my fist but he wasn’t so subtle. Eddie’s head fell back against his shoulders and let out a sigh through clenched teeth as his fingers slipped between my folds, flicking up and down through my slick as I anchored myself to the couch, holding on for dear life as his finger tip moved over my swollen bud, rubbing constant circles until my legs were shaking so hard the pillows beneath us started moving.

I whimpered as Eddie’s hand curved, pressing his first long finger inside of me, the intrusion burned slightly as he stretched me out before drifting off into a new sense of pleasure. I’d played with myself before, too many nights to remember where I pretended my smaller fingers were Eddie’s long ones, covered in bulky rings as they slammed into me.

But out of all the times I’d imagined this, I didn’t expect to have to have to swallow my cries because Eddie was secretly touching me in front of other people. Eddie laughed loudly to cover my moan as he slid a second finger deep into me, leaning forward over his lap to block me from view as I grabbed his wrists above the blanket, using him to keep me steady as the feeling of his hand threaten to send me over the edge.

“You’re actually enjoying the movie?” Laura scoffed, glaring at Eddie as I tried to blink through my tears of pleasure.

“Uh yeah, I actually really like what I’m watching.” He smirked, covering his mouth with his free hand as he glanced over at me through his thick lashes.

My head snapped back as I couldn’t stop the shudder and soft whimper that fled me as Eddie pushed up against a sensitive soft spot deep in my pussy. I squeezed my eyes and shook my head as Trevor asked me if the movie was too scary, not trusting myself to speak.

There was a roar of a chainsaw and Laura shrieked.

“Oh my god stop stop stop.” I scrambled as Eddie ripped his hand from between my legs, rubbing his jaw with the fingers still drenched in my essence as he glanced at my brother reaching for the remote. I used the distraction to shimmy my skirt back down my thighs, pinching the fabric of my panties to cover my slit again after Eddie had shoved it out of the way for himself.

He turned his head to look at me with alight eyes as my chest heaved and I sat up straighter, breathing deeply as I tore the blanket off my lap and let it fall to our feet, wanting to hide the evidence. Eddie grunted and curled over like he’d been punched in the gut as he glared at me, his hand pressed against his crotch.

I narrowed my eyes back confusingly at him before he huffed and his hands quickly dipped beneath his pant line, readjusting his hard on before the others noticed it straining against his jeans.

“I cannot believe you thought a double date watching a gross horror movie was a good idea.” Trevor’s face flared in anger as we all snapped our necks towards Laura and the boys almost yelled over each other.

“This is not a fucking double date –“

“-God no, she’s just Trevor’s sister.” Eddie shook his head with a look of – what I could only describe as disgust – clouding his face.

Just Trevor’s sister

The rush of air that was knocked from my chest was quiet, but he heard it. Eddie’s face was cold and devoid of any emotion, hiding whatever thoughts burned behind those pretty dark eyes as hurt flared in my face. That hurt quickly spiralled in anger as Trevor laughed like Laura had told the funniest joke in existence and she glanced between us in confusion.

I was only ever going to be the little sister. Nothing more, nothing less. Never my own person. The cold gut wrenching feeling of being used washed over me as everyone’s eyes settled on me.

Eddie had been right. He knew what guys wanted, what all guys wanted.

What he wanted.

My pathetically pining heart that had chased him for the last decade, cracked as I struggled with the realisation.

It didn’t matter how much I tried to fight and prove myself against the ‘innocent’ label they’d branded me with, because Eddie wasn’t going to feel anything genuine for me, he was just going to treat me like his little play thing.

I was such a fucking idiot

That knowledge made the corner of my vision turn red as my nails bit into my palms, the words falling from me without fear or hesitation.

“You know what Laura? I completely agree with you, it is a stupid idea. And I’m really glad that the guy that asked me to go out this weekend, doesn’t think I’d enjoy watching a horror movie under a blanket for a first date.” I spat the words at the shocked face of my brother and the stone cold, barely concealed simmering rage of Eddie’s. His eyes followed me as I launched myself from the couch, kicking his feet out of the way as I sped from the room before my building tears could fall.

The cold press wasn’t helping to dim the puffiness around both of my eyes, I slammed the wet cloth against the sink as I sighed and leant over it, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. My scream mutilated in my throat as I clutched my chest and spun around, cowering against the vanity as the pair of reflective eyes that scared me, emerged from the darkness.

Eddie hovered in the doorway with a grim expression, anger tightening the corner of his mouth as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’ve been crying.” His voice didn’t reveal anything as he pointed out the obvious.

“Clearly, genius.” I swallowed as my eyes roamed over his bare chest, flitting away as he shifted and his plaid pyjama pants dipped lower against his v-line.

“What’s wrong?” His jaw clenched as he stumbled over the question, his eyes flaring with the answer he knew was coming.

“Why would you bother asking me that? I’m just Trevor’s little, innocent, stupid sister.” For the first time real anger flowed between us, pure undiluted rage as I stood my ground, copying his stance as I cocked a brow at him, daring him to deny the truth.

“Untouchable. Remember?” My hushed yell was still far too loud in the quiet house, cutting through the darkness as something burned in Eddie’s eyes and tears threatened to make a reappearance in mine.

“I never said you were stupid.” His face blazed with his own anger now as he took a few steps towards me. I backed into the few inches of space I still had behind me, needing to stay away from him to keep my head clear.

Eddie muttered my name as my eyes closed on their own, squeezing shut tighter and his rough, cold hands cradled my face.

“Open your eyes.” He demanded, pressing his hold on me as I shook my head. They flew open in shock and widened as Eddie’s chest pressed against mine, feeling it expand as he sucked in a deep breath and tilted his face towards me.

He was so close it was hard to look up at him, his lips moved closer to me as he whispered his question, the words vibrating through both of our bodies as he pressed me to him.

“What do you want?” It was barely a sigh, sending my mind blank as the minty smell of him washed over me. Eddie’s lashes brushed his cheeks as they focused on my quivering lips, patiently waiting for an answer that I couldn’t comprehend.

I caved

I couldn’t resist him

Even if he only wanted what every guy wanted

“You.” I didn’t say it, I just mouthed the word because Eddie’s dark stare had stolen the power of speech from me.

“Say it again. Louder.” His jaw flexed as our shaky breaths mingled, our lips moving closer together as his loose hair brushed past my collar bones. He paused, just as his bottom lip caressed mine and my knees gave out.

Eddie’s arm slid around my waist to keep me upright and the corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to force his smirk away.

“Say it.”

“You.” Eddie’s lips encased mine.

His heat flooded through me as they moved in a way that I’d only ever read about in my romance novels. They were softer than his hair looked, firm but they moved perfectly in sync with mine. God, the taste of him was more than I could have imagined, somehow a perfect mix of his cologne and weed and cigarettes and our peppermint mouthwash.

He was everywhere, his hands touching each bare patch of skin that I needed him to as I gave in completely, twisting my hands in his hair to pull him closer to me as I revelled in finally having our first kiss, never wanting to feel the cold air between our lips again.

Eddie groaned in response to my own one that tumbled from my lips, gripping the fabric of my shorts at my hip until I was afraid he was going to tear it away, his free hand trapped the side of my face, tilting my head up so he could attack my neck.

Each gentle bite followed by a kiss elected a desperate moan from me, flowing faster from me before I could stop them, almost like Eddie was chasing after them and finding pleasure in each sound he forced from me. My head rested back against the mirror with a sigh as his lips traced across my collar bone, teasing at the base of my neck as his hand brushed past the side of my breast, seeming almost like an accident until I spotted the smirk on Eddie’s face.

His hand tightened behind my ear and the nape of my neck as our eyes met, Eddie rose to his full height as an electric bolt shot through me from where our bare skin touched, straight to between my legs.

A tremor of cold reality washed over as his hand moved to trace the outline of my lips and I remembered where his fingers had been only a couple of hours ago. His face dropped as I gasped and lightly shoved at his shoulders, slipping out of his grip as I pulled up the strap of my shirt that Eddie had sneakily slipped off my shoulder.

“Don’t do this. Please, if you don’t care about me, don’t act like you do. I’m not some whore you can have when you want.” I couldn’t hold his stare as my breath quivered from me, sounding embarrassingly like I was going to cry as Eddie gripped the sides of the vanity beside me and leaned over it, forcing me to bow back against it and look up at him.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes flashed dangerously, Eddie ran his tongue along his bottom lip as his stare flicked between mine, trying to read something in them as his brows creased angrily.

“You have no idea how much I fucking care about you.”

I refused to believe him

“Like a sister.” I mumbled.

Heat flashed up my arm as Eddie wrenched it away from his chest, pressing my fingers against his hard length hidden beneath his pants. I glanced up at him as he let out a hollow sigh, smiling without humour as he shook his head.

“I haven’t stopped being hard since you decided to hide under that fucking table. I haven’t been able to stop thinking you. You have no idea-.” Eddie tilted his forehead until it was pressing against mine, letting his eyes fall shut as he loosened his grip around my wrist.

I kept my hand pressed against him, my cheeks blushing as I waited.

“-what you do to me. Fucks sake you pretty, silly girl. I tried to stay away because I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. Look what happened tonight, I thought I could handle seeing you but I fucking can’tstay away from you. I love Trevor like a brother, and because of that, you’re off limits.” Eddie dropped his grip completely and took a step back, shaking his head to clear it as he stared up at the ceiling, clenching his fists together before he yanked them through his hair roughly.

Eddie glanced back down at me with a sad smile as I froze, soaking up every syllable.

“Like a sister.” He mocked me. “You’ve got no idea how hard it is not to corrupt you. I was able to stay away from you for ten years, but you just had to prove how bad you actually are didn’t you?” Eddie shook his head again, his hand squeezing my cheeks until my lips mushed together.

“Not so innocent, am I?” White, hot pleasure cut through me. I’d won

Eddie groaned and threw his head back, muttering the word Succubus

“The things I want to do to you, what I dream about doing, what I need to do to you. You don’t do that to a sister.” Eddie took a few more steps back, like he needed the space between us as a foreign heat spurred me across the tiles of the bathroom a couple of paces.

“Like what?” I demanded, excitement urging me on as the walls between my legs fluttered at his words.

“That’s not the sort of thing I should tell someone like you.” Eddie wrapped his hands around my wrists to pull them away as I reached up to cup his face, pinning them between us as he smirked at the pout on my lips.

“Someone like me?” I scowled.

“Virgin.” Eddie grinned widely, whispering the word like he was embarrassed.

“How would you know.” I shot back, flinching away from him.

“Because from the first day I met you, I haven’t taken my eyes off you. Trust me, I would know if you weren’t one anymore.” Eddie’s eyes flashed a warning in them as his face coloured, his chest heaving as he ran his gaze over my body.

“Show me.”

“What?” I enjoyed catching him off guard for a split second before I pushed forward, refusing to lose my false sense of confidence.

“Show me… what you want to do to me.” My voice sounded heavy with lust even to my own ears, a blush creeping up my neck as Eddie halted.

Eddie’s hands fell to my hips as he pushed me back against the counter, kicking the bathroom door shut with his heel as he lifted me onto the counter behind us, sliding my legs apart as he moved between them.

“That’s it. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” My breaths were shallow as Eddie dipped against my chest, biting at my breasts beneath the thin fabric of my shirt as he moved across my stomach, his hands tracing the trails of fire that his mouth left behind.

My head pressed back against the cold surface of the mirror as I knotted my hands in Eddie’s hair, holding onto him to keep me on earth as his face pressed against my slit covered by my pyjama shorts.

I wasn’t wearing panties and Eddie knew that. His eyes glinted up at me as I peeked down, shutting my eyes and throwing my head to the side as he pressed his nose against me and rubbed it against my swollen clit, laughing deeply as I trembled and hooked my legs around his back to trap him against me. Eddie pushed my thighs up further until they were resting on his shoulders and I was sitting half off the vanity, my pelvis angled perfectly towards him as he looked at me like I was edible.

“So goddamn corruptible.” Whatever snarky response I might have had, died on my lips as Eddie devoured me like a mad man. His lips latched around my clit as he tugged slightly, grinning into my thigh as a loud moan slid out of my chest. He squeezed my legs and shushed me before he brought his tongue to my puffy lips drenched in my own arousal and his saliva, spreading the mixture around and burying his face in it as I twisted beneath him and tugged his hair up towards me, begging for him to suck on my clit again as I whimpered.

“Please Eddie please.” I arched away from the mirror as I reached up to cup my own breasts, surprising myself as I pinched and twisted my hard nipples until I was crying out from both the pain and the laps of pleasure Eddie’s tongue was erecting from me.

“Uhh I’m fucking powerless if you beg.” He rolled his eyes as he moved higher on his knees, digging his fingers into the tops of my thighs as his teeth dragged along my throbbing bud, each tug from his mouth made my legs ache to snap shut and trap him there forever.

The mirror steamed up as heat billowed around us, a lusty concoction of my moans and Eddie’s grunts and the erotic sounds of his tongue on my pussy was enough to suffocate us both.

Something tightened just below my stomach, forcing my eyes shut as my legs twitched and I froze, almost seizing as Eddie’s tongue circled around my clit as his longest finger slid inside of my drenched hole easily, almost like he recognised some unseen cue to go faster.

His free hand that wasn’t working between my legs shot up to shove his fingers in my mouth so that my gag muted my scream, coating my tongue in the sticky residue that his hand had fucked out of me.

It all happened at once, something invisible broke inside of me and my legs snapped shut against the sides of Eddie’s face, my crossed ankles digging into the middle of his back as I arched up off the mirror, ripping his hair from the roots as my lips locked around a silent scream and choked on his hand.

Waves of immense pleasure, nothing like I had ever been able to elicit out of my body myself, destroyed my composure. This feeling came deep from within my soul, no, Hell.

It had to come from Hell because nothing could so devilishly intoxicating, I would ruin my soul searching for this feeling for the rest of the time.

As quickly as it came, it was over. I slumped against the vanity as I melted, my eyes ringing and blocking out Eddie’s question as he rose to his feet, grinning as he wiped the wetness from his chin and wrapped his hand around my ass, crushing me to him as he dipped his head down to me.

“You still think I’m innocent?” My hypothetical question came out groggy, like I was drunk as I clasped my fingers around the back of his neck. I couldn’t help the stupid grin on my face as I shivered, unable to block out the tingling between my thighs as my internal walls fluttered around nothing, begging for something.

“You just came on my face, what do you think?” His grin was twice as wide as his lips moved to mine.

“Yo Eddie, is that you in there?” Eddie’s face froze inches from mine as Trevor’s voice rung out from the hallway, his heavy footsteps thudding against the carpet runner as he headed towards the bathroom.

“Uh yeah man, just taking a piss.” I jumped as my brother’s fist pounded down against the wooden door, flinching as it rattled on its hinges. Eddie’s face was an exact image of fear the same as mine, as we tensed in each other’s arms.

“Well I’m gonna smoke if you wanna come.” There was a pause as Eddie’s eyes snapped shut and he pinched the bridge of his nose, I could see his thoughts ticking over as my head swam, my thoughts turning foggy from the breath I refused to let go off.

I tightened my hold around his shoulders as Eddie’s hands gripped my sides, lifting me off the bench and placing me with a feather light touch next to where the door would swing back on. His hand wrapped around my mouth as he turned towards the closed doorway.

“I’m going to tell him.” His words were barely more than a whisper as resolve hardened in his eyes, speaking more to himself than me as my face narrowed in shock.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec.” Eddie’s eyes flashed back to mine as his hand dropped to my throat, not tight enough to hurt but he squeezed it until my core throbbed for him again. Eddie mashed his lips to mine, wiping the smile off my face as his free hand cradled the curve of my cheek softly, he pulled away only to whisper in my ear.

“You’re not going on that date this weekend.” Eddie’s smirk disappeared from my shocked glance as he placed a soft kiss at the side of my neck, leaving me alone with my shiver as cold air replaced his hold and he tugged the door open, wide enough to slip through but still hiding me and my reflection, from view.

“You been jerking off in there or something?” I pressed both hands against my mouth as my knees shook, my brothers voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears.

“Yeah, couldn’t help myself.” There was a tinge of nerves and annoyance in his voice that Trevor didn’t pick up on, drowning in his forced laugh and my brothers boisterous one.

“You need a girl man.” It sounded like Trevor slapped Eddie on the shoulder and I glanced up in the mirror.

Eddie’s pained and honest stare met mine in the reflection as he glanced over his shoulder, a war raging in his face as he pulled the door closed behind him.

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

Part Three

Also readers - if anyone’s looking for a slow burn Eddie x enemies to lovers, check out my Opposite Ends series (almost completed)

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! part one !

! part two !

a/n: so sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy it ♡ thanks so much for the love on the other parts, it really means a lot

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warnings: 18+, MDNI. afab!reader, rick sanchez x reader, smut, major dubcon vibes, fingering (f! receiving), oral (m! receiving), a little bit of knife play, unprotected p in v, some light choking, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, dumbification, dom!rick, perv!rick, naive!reader, lots and lots of dirty talk just for you

it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

off limits part three | 5.1 k words

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despite Rick’s tight grip on your jaw and his weight against your lungs, you fall asleep. pass out, more like, Rick’s hold just close enough to a hug that your body relaxes slightly- you let out a soft sigh and your eyes flutter closed. when an annoyed “hellooo” and shake of your head didn’t wake you, Rick shifted up and off the bed, returning to the position he was in when he ruthlessly got what he wanted.

he admits… he did go a little overkill. something about the desperate look in your eyes, blurry and shiny with tears as you squirmed in his arms had sent shocks down his spine. he intended to go easy on you, he really did… but the way your tight, wet walls gripped his mechanical digits as they forced you open drove him fucking insane. couldn’t get the thought of how it would feel on his cock out of his head as you cried his name.

he thought about it again now, staring at your bare thighs and palming the hard outline in his pants. he stares for a while, actually, eyes tracing up and down your body as you dream. he thinks about how easy it would be to just take you now, imagining you waking up to his cock bottoming out excited him to no end- but he hesitated.

not because of the threat of your Rick. he wasn’t worried about him at all- despite his little knowledge of him. it was a feeling low in his gut that he first noticed when he had slinked his hand around your throat and you relaxed, like you were waiting for him. it took him by surprise and it softened him up just enough.. and it pissed him off. he wondered if the other Rick had fallen for it too, deciding you’d be a good one to keep around.

but what was it? what made you so fucking special?

Rick was going to find out.

he let you sleep, for now; you’d be no use to him in your post-orgasm clarity. you were drunk on arousal the minute he stepped into the room- who knows how you’ll be now that everything’s passed? so he resigns to the dull ache in his balls and turns to rummage through all your shit instead.

he starts at what’s nearest to him: your little wooden night stand. he pulls out the drawers, shifting through the random clutter until his hand brushes by something that feels familiar. he pulls out the skinny orange medicine bottle and reads the label, finding your name and the prescription and he immediately recognizes the antidepressants. his eyes keep looking back to your name and he reads it, over and over, searching his own mind for a version of you he might’ve met, but there’s nothing. when he first saw your face, there was an inkling of recognition, but he couldn’t place it.

he pushed the first drawer closed and opened the one underneath it and his eyes instantly landed on your pretty purple 6” rubber dildo. he grins wildly at the sight of it, quickly bringing it up to get a better look. “aww, i see,” he said quietly to himself as he ran his fingers along its cold shaft, “no wonder you always need more.” after putting it back and closing up the small table he turned his attention to the other side of the room, his eyes catching on your closet. with the doors slightly parted, he just had to slide the doors the rest of the way, now standing arms stretched in front of your wardrobe.

since all he’s seen you in so far is an old oversized t shirt, he didn’t know what to expect. you wore a little bit of everything, it looked like- everything was organized by color, he noticed, sliding his hands along the edges of the different fabric, pulling something if it popped out to him. it was almost like he was shopping straight from your closet- and if we’re honest, he wouldn’t put it past him. everything seemed so cute but also you, including the couple sundresses he found in the back towards the darks, a very nice surprise. he notices a collared white shirt among your lights, and he goes to pull it.

it was a fucking Shoney’s uniform. Rick had to contain his laughter, of fucking course. like that was the key, he remembered you now, the way your hips swang as you walked by him, the way you rubbed the sweat off your brow on a busy shift, your eager, chirping voice as you sweetly milked your customers for their tips. he doesn’t remember a specific time you ever interacted, but he supposes your Rick did- you must’ve been his waiter or host, and you just so happened to be the perfect candidate.

he took his time exploring your personal spaces. he went from room to room, opening closets and boxes, searching through everything personal to you. he even had his way in your bathroom- looking through your cabinets and then your shower. he grabs and smells your shampoo, and his frustrated dick twitches as he takes in the smell of you.

some odd minutes later, after he’s found himself in your kitchen, successfully having found your alcohol cabinet, he leans against the counter, cradling the cheap vodka that you had bought yourself just the night before. he gripped the neck of the bottle with one hand as he held the journal he found with the other, fingering the binding as he read.

and oh sweetheart, was it juicy. it was everything he needed to know and more. about how you met Rick, how absolutely smitten you were, thinking he was so smart and pretty; you went into detail about his hair, the way it shined under the bar light, and his big beautiful eyes- even as glazed over they get when he’s drunk, they felt like deep, rippling pools you could swim in for hours. you didn’t go into much detail about the sex itself, but you sure went on about how it made you feel. how deep he went, how he pumped his cum inside you, and how unhinged you became. even had a paragraph dedicated to his dirty talk and how it made you discover more things about yourself and the things you like.

he had started to read from the beginning, the first entry dated as a few years ago, but when he got to this part, he looked at the date. a literal year ago, down to the month, from tonight. and as he read further up to present day, he found his name sprinkled throughout in passages about your failing dating life and how you couldn’t ever feel satisfied.

“hmm,” he mumbled curiously, setting the book down. he reached into his coat to pull out the pallasite he had retreived from you, holding the vial that contained it up to his eyes. he squinted, analizying the color and shapes within the rock. he sets it down and holds his wrist out to it, and a thin green hologramed line stretched forward, scanning over the vial. the contents of the space rock displayed out in front of him and he read over them carefully until his eyes landed on what he’s looking for.

not only was this specific pallasite an excellent component for harvesting energy- it was a fucking aphrodisiac.

the way it imbedded in you caused for it to act like some sort of love potion. no fucking wonder, he thought. you fantasized about him every night because you were being chemically altered to do so. the feelings probably weren’t as strong now, he assumed, it would have been at its strongest during the first few months, but it all started to make sense now.

he took another big swig, efficiently finishing the bottle, before sloppily putting it back on the counter. he felt almost jealous, knowing this Rick was somewhere getting off to the thought of you, craving and needing him, with no way to reach him or any idea of where he is. he must have the intention to come back eventually, especially since his little coin purse was literally obsessed with him.

Rick pocketed the pretty crystal and turned with a smirk, starting to head back towards your bedroom, because why not? you were so good for him before, he might as well give you what you want- what you need- after you’ve waited all this time. all while also getting his dick wet in the process.

but his face dropped as soon as he looked up and saw you.

you looked wild. hair a mess, shirt still drenched in sweat. you had put on some little pink shorts, he noticed, and he wondered how long you’ve really been up. you were staring at him with eyes as big as you could get them, considering the sleep and tears, looking fearful but determined. Rick could see you hiding something, slyly holding it behind your leg to keep out of sight. he smirked.

when you had woken up, confused and dizzy as the events of the night came back to you, you thought that maybe he had left. it was quiet as you slid yourself off the bed, wincing when you began to feel the dull ache he had left inside you. the majority of the pain had already passed but the feeling was there, the feeling of being used. you felt sick as you remembered how desperate you were for him, still so in love with a memory that you’d allow him to handle you like that. a stranger broke into your home, claimed to have needed to finger you till you felt like you’d burst, and then just left, and you let him. you’ve practically begged him for more.

flushed with embarrassment and anger, you throw on the closest shorts you can find and begin your way to the bathroom, determined to wash away the regret, when you hear a noise from the kitchen.

it was quiet but you could hear the faint noises of glass clinking together. you freeze, not knowing to run or hide. why was he still here? your heart races as you flash through different scenarios in your mind of how to avoid him, how to convince him to spare you, or.. how to kill him first before he kills you.

you knew you weren’t much of a match but snuck back to your room anyway, finding the pocket knife an ex boyfriend had given you “for protection”. you’ve never actually handled it until now, awkwardly pulling the blade out and feeling the weight of it in your hand as you test different grips. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you wouldn’t go down without fighting.

that’s how you ended up here, standing in front of him with the weapon behind your back, waiting for him to make the wrong move. but instead, he smirks, looking you up and down, taking you all in. seeing him in the better light of the kitchen made everything worse for you; he was so fucking handsome, just as he was the night you met him.

maybe a bit skinnier, you thought- his jaw line looked much sharper as he bit down, staring back at you. your eyes trailed down his chest, searching his criminally hidden frame under the dirty lab coat. you could see the utility belt slung around his slim, bony waist, but couldn’t make anything out. you swallowed as you blinked and looked back up to his eyes.

Rick waited a second, allowing you time to speak, but you couldn’t. get the fuck out, you wanted to say, don’t fuck with me, this shit is over. but instead you just stood there, flustered and on-edge.

“well, goodmorning. ‘bout fuckin time, heh, i- your taste in bo-ooze is terrible,” he slurred, gesturing towards your cabinet, “had me- was waiting too long, had to drink your shitty vodka.”

you open your mouth to respond, but he continues,

“but guess it all evens out though, right? after being so mean,” he said through a grin, taking a step closer. you remain still, frozen in the wash of adrenaline. “you-.. you’re good, yeah? pretty little cunt tighten back up?”

“Rick,” you seethe through gritted teeth.

“learned a-a lot about you, y/n, hah,- got a lot of secrets, don’t you?” you shook your head, eyes still locked on his. “n-no,” you respond quickly, tripping on your tongue.

“no? does daddy know about the- your little purple dick you keep by your pillow every night? that his- his beautiful baby girl is letting strangers fill her up with cum?” the distance closes between you quickly, his mouth now hovering above your ear as he bends down to you, “that she’s been dreaming about fucking an old man every night.” you snap your head up to meet him, lips dangerously close now. your face feels red hot as you struggle to keep your composure, “you.. you read-”

“your little diary? haha, yes, i-i read it.” he lazily motions towards it and you see it splayed wide open, to your horror, “‘s not my fault you leave it in such an obvious place-”

“it was in a locked drawer, by my computer-”

“like i said,” he smirked, “obvious.” he slinked his arm around your waist, teasing your skin as his fingers went past, and the soft touch took you by surprise. so much so you panic, feeling claustrophobic in his hold and you swing your small blade up and out from behind you, but before it can get anywhere far, your wrist is jailed in his fingers. you gasp and instinctively use your other hand to push against him before he has that one too, and now you’re helpless.

you struggle against him with all the power you could muster as he swiftly turns you, spinning you around and pushing you over to the nearest counter. your stomach lands on the hard edge of the granite with an oof and before you could react he’s behind you, pushing all his weight against you, effectively pinning you still. you whine against the pressure, feeling your chest get tighter with the lack of air. “Wait,” you plead frantically.

“wow, never thought you were smart, but-” he rips the knife out of your hand and you cry out, “i-huh, didn’t know you were a fucking idiot.”

you felt him trail the knife up your leg, the tip of the blade cold against your skin as it dragged up. you shivered at the contact and tears filled your eyes as you gripped the edge. “Rick, please, i’m sorry,” you whimper, feeling the blade get higher and higher before softly sliding in between the shorts and your skin, sneaking it’s way lower until the blade was wider than the crotch, then cutting the material right off.

you gasp and jump, causing a chuckle to bubble out of his throat. his breath was hot on your neck as he used his free hand to rub you everywhere, viciously grabbing at your legs, hips and chest, slipping under your shirt to grope your tits as you shivered underneath him. as scared as you were, your body couldn’t help but react; your body heat rising as the knife switched hands before he quickly returned to your cunt. with no other garments to cover you- you opted out of a pair of underwear, thinking he was gone anyway- his fingers were quick to slide through your slick folds. he audibly moans at your wetness, you tremble and throw your head back at the touch, and Rick’s mouth is quick to ghost over your neck.

“so fucking wet, huh? you fuc- you fucking like this, don’t you?” he asks, bringing the knife up to your throat. sobs escape you as you pull your head back as far as it could go in a desperate attempt to get away from the blade. “no… Rick, please.” he shoves his foot in between yours to kick them apart, having you spread wide for him. his fingers start picking up the pace, going back and forth between your slippery hole and your clit, taking his time on the little nub, circling and occasionally pulling on it with his middle and thumb.

the touch was overwhelming. you feel yourself giving in to him, the back of your neck locked onto his shoulder as you cry out to the heavens. your legs start to shake and you worry they’re about to give out, so you lean into him further, causing him to move his hand around to rub your wet pussy from the front. his head buried in the nape of your neck for a moment, taking a big, exaggerated snnniiffff before sighing,

“poor girl, so fucking scared and dripping for me. We-heh,- you could’ve been good for me, could’ve played nice. but since you wanted to be brave,” his middle finger pushes in, despite your sharp, pained gasp, “i gotta- need to teach you to be good, right? teach you to be polite.” he finds a rhythm, slow and consistent, until you start moaning and squeezing him. the pain now being replaced by building pleasure, you buck your hips towards him, unashamedly chasing your high. he’s added a second finger, now perfectly hitting your songey center with every thrust, using his thumb to sloppily rub at your clit, and your vision blurs.

“Rick, i-“

“if you cum without permission, i will slit your throat and watch you bleed all over this fucking floor,” he growls, and the coil in you grows tight.

“please, please Rick-“

“please what? use your words, baby,”

you still your movements in an attempt to slow it down, but Rick’s pace has you desperately reaching out and grabbing the counter, screaming as your vision goes white-

“ohfuck, please let me cum, fuck Rick, pleeeeaasssee,”

“good girl, let me hear those pretty noises.”

your legs give out from underneath you as you hit your peak, his name pouring out of your mouth as he continues his pace while holding you up. you twitch and jump away from him as he continues to fuck you open, but he holds you still, leaning forward to pin you against the cold surface. your mouth hangs open, releasing little aahs and ffucks until your head hits the granite. your breath hitches as you come down, exhales turning back into moans when he doesn’t stop.

once you had obeyed, he had discarded the knife- so he takes this time to slide his arm around your chest, taking your neck and bringing it up to bite it, rude with his teeth but gentle with his lips when he goes back to lick and suck at the skin. the air hitting his saliva sent chills down your spine, and you arch your back, reaching up to touch him, touch his hair, something,

“no, don’t- you don’t touch me unless i tell you to. you understand? y-you can remember that, right?” his fingers slow, giving you a chance to respond. instead you whine at the change of pace, bucking your hips desperately to get him to keep going. you had reluctantly brought your hands back down to the counter, turning into fists as you’re denied of pleasure.

he quickly removes his digits to deliver a hard slap to your ass, your skin welting up immediately. you yelp and almost jump up on the tile, desperate to get away as he lands another one, skin now hot to the touch. the hand on your throat moving up to cover your mouth, he brings your ear to his lips, taking his time to lick up the length of it and bring your earlobe in his teeth. you vibrate his hand with moans; he’s not sure if they’re of pleasure or pain but he doesn’t necessarily care. “right?”

he moves his mouth to let you speak and you do, apologetic and frantic as your eyes prickle with tears, “yes! ah-, r-right,”

Rick watches as your hips fall back to his, your ass grinding against him. his digits had found their way back to your poor clit, pressing and rubbing over it, using his free fingers to spread your shiny lips open. he could see your hands jerking nervously, not knowing what to do and resolving to digging nails into each other.

“look at you, fuck-, poor baby, you wanna touch me that bad, hmm? he-hh, need to feel me, don’t you?”

“yes, Rick,” you breathe, words getting harder now that you see your next peak. it felt so good but you need more to get you there, “please please please,”

he laughs as he pulls his hands away completely, hearing your protests as your tears begin to fall; your bottom lip beginning to bruise as you bite down, he spins you to face him, the hands on your shoulders firm but gentle.

“kneel.”

you don’t hesitate. you lower to your knees, eyes locked on his as they follow you down. when your bone hits the cold tile, a little gasp escapes you and you avert your gaze. So fucking precious, it brings a smile to his face. he brings his hand up to hold your chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger, and brings it back up to him.

“s-..so good for me. you’re learning, baby,” his free hand goes to his belt, tugging to pull it open to scramble at his zipper, “i’m going- i’m gonna be nice, gonna give you what you want. you’re going to be grateful,” he moans, finally freeing his cock and holding it at the base. your eyes fly to it, taking in its size and you groan silently. it’s so much bigger than you remember, and you couldn’t imagine it in your mouth let alone in your sore flesh. “you need this dick,” he pressed the dripping tip to your lips, “i’m going to give it to you.”

its too big, way too big, you open your mouth to explain. he had to understand, you wanted this but there’s just no way-

he used this as his literal opening, pushing the head of his cock past your lips, holding your head in place as you struggled against his girth. tears streaming down your face now, he wipes them away with his thumbs before bringing them up to taste your tears. you whine as he pushes farther- you try your best to adjust to him, flattening your tongue and relaxing as your jaw opens wider.

“very good, ffuck,” he growls, forcing his hips to stay still to let you take your time, “mouth feels sso good, sweetheart, hehh- i- look at me, hey,” you blink up to obey, his eyes blown out with lust when he sees the mess he’s made you- face red and swollen as you fought to keep yourself from gagging, wet and shiny with tears. “so pretty,” he cooed through his teeth, “look at me while i fuck your mouth,”

he pulls himself out, spit trailing from your lips, and you have just enough time for a big breath before he’s pushing in again, coming back out then going further, steadily fucking your mouth with ferver. you gag on his size, struggling to breathe as he’s going faster, getting more aggressive, moaning and grunting when he leans over to rest an arm on the counter- pushing you back and pinning you against the harsh wood, cabinet handles digging into your back. your worried cries vibrate through his shaft and he growls, using the makeshift wall to keep you still he puts both hands on the granite now, jerking his hips against your mouth as you take him all in. through your struggle, you’re still looking at him.

“s-so fucking obidient. you’ve been waiting for this, huh? been waiting for my big cock, ahh, that’s it baby-”

with one more final, deep thrust he pulls out, leaving you gasping and falling forward, hands landing between his boots. although your lungs are relieved, you look back up at him, wondering why the abrupt stop. he was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched on your tongue- and you were ready to take it all, was excited for it, even. “Rick? i-”

“get up,” his arms slink under yours to help pull you up, “turn around, bend over.” you wonder why he gives you direction when he just manhandles you, putting you exactly where he wants you. he takes no time to line himself up with your hot opening, already clenching down just begging for him.

he drags his hot shaft along your slit, coating it with your slick. “fuck, please,” you beg.

“you- hah, uhh- you ready? have to tell me you want it, baby, i- need to know you missed me, tell me,”

“fuck me, please Rick, missed it- need you so much, fuck-”

he obliged, sinking his cock in your hot cunt until it completely bottomed out. your tongue fell out of your mouth as you huffed and cried, the stretch too much but so good.

he slowly dragged it out and then in again, working you open, picking up a pace as he breathed heavy in your ear. you hadn’t noticed he reached his arm around until his finger was on your clit, swirling it in circles over and over, being sure to hit the side that made you jerk a little more often- your toes curl and you make filthiest sounds.

“so fucking tight, fucking milking me baby, ‘s like it’s made for me,” he grunts with his thrusts, keeping your waist tight against the hard counter, “such a-fuck, such a dirty slut, can’t think of anything except this cock,”

he picks up speed and you’re writhing beneath him, completely fucked out and drooling- he sees this when your head leans back and your eyes roll, babbling his name around the pooling saliva. the fingers on your throbbing button haven’t skipped a beat, aiding the building pressure in your core. his right hand pulls on your body and you go with him as he takes a step back. he pushes on your back to get you lower and he shifts his hips, and all of a sudden he’s right there, bumping at your spongey core and you lose it.

“Rick, fuck, i’m-ahhhh, so fucking good,”

“mmm, gonna cum- gonna fuckin soak me, baby? gonna be a good girl and ask?”

your mind was going blank. it was all too much, and there was no time to ask, “Rickk, uhh- i’mgonnacum i’mgonnacum-”

and in seconds he was out of you, hands even leaving your waist, leaving you so suddenly empty your knees buckle as you sob, “NO, wait, i’m s-sorry, i- fuck, please let me cum, Rick, i’m sorry,”

“getting cocky, sweetheart, think you got some fuckin- some magic pussy, getting whatever it wants?”

“no,” you reply weakly.

“no, that’s right. you have no idea what i could do to you, princess, fuck-” he lined himself back up but eased himself in painfully slow, still giving you a punishment, “so you do what i say, right? haheh- you’re cunt’s fuckin’ squeezing me,”

you sigh in relief as he fills you once more, feeling yourself squeeze him as he hits your center. he starts his rhythm, no fingers to aide you now as he grips all ten into your soft flesh, pulling on your hips as he fucks you on his dick. you gave into his control, allowing yourself to be thrown around as he chases his own high-

“you belong to me, you get that?” the slapping of his thighs against your ass almost drowning out his low voice, “i’m- ‘m going to fill you with my cum, and you’re gonna take it, you hear me?”

“yeesssssss,” your moans all drawn out as the coil tightens. you’ve lost track of the amount of orgasms but this next one was coming fast, the waves crashing in your stomach much more intense after being denied once. “i’m close, fuck, please let me cum, i wanna be good for you,”

it took all he could from busting right then and there, hearing you submit to him like that. he gives you a simple cum for me but it’s enough, quickly sending you over the edge. your legs struggle to keep you up as black spots cloud your vision, your mouth rambling profanities and thank yous as you fight to come down, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you as he continues to fuck you through it.

“so fucking cute, your dirty little mouth- fuck- gonna make me cum,” his hips snap faster, cruelly hitting deep with every thrust, uncaring of your comfort, “this pussy is mine, fucking all mine, fff- tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours,” you moan, knuckles white as you hold on to the tile for dear life.

“f-fuckin’ right, gonna fill it up- take it, ffuck-”

his hips stall as you feel him throb inside, coating your walls with his cum as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling curses as your pussy contracts around him, sucking him dry. you stay like that for a while, both catching your breath, reeling as you come down. you whine when he finally slips out of you, his seed following suit as it drips to the floor. “what a mess,” he says under his breath, tucking his softening prick back into his pants. “‘d hate to be the one that has to clean that up.”

you turned to face him but he was already walking away, past you and out of the kitchen to the open space of the living room. it was like deja-vu, watching him leave after slutting you out. “as much as i’d ha-ate to leave you like this, well-” he turns to look at you, flushed and panting over the counter, “hate is a strong word,”

“wait,” you manage to croak out, shifting your weight to stand up straight, “are you… are you going to come back?”

taking the portal gun out of his coat he creates one, a wet garbled sound filling the quiet as green light washed over the room. you gasp, taking a step back- it was beautiful but terrifying, this floating mass of a void that has opened up in your apartment.

“maybe,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders, completely unphased to your bewilderment, “if he doesn’t get to you first.”

and with that he’s gone, stepping through the portal and you watch as it swallows itself up, leaving you in the dark.

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Off Limits - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

🍺 Summary: A night of drinking with your boyfriend’s best friend, Seonghwa, ends up with things going too far.

🍺 Word count: 5k

🍺 Genre and warnings: one shot. fem pronouns for reader. cheating kink. oral sex, both seonghwa and reader receiving. messy blowjob. cum eating. dirty talk, reader is called “whore” and “slut”.

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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

You should have stopped around two drinks ago but that would be a problem for Future You, the one that had an early morning flight home tomorrow.

In the dim lighting of the bar, you motion for another drink before looking over at Seonghwa, leaning close to him and saying too loudly, “Are you getting another?”

He shrugs and nods at the bartender who goes to work on your drinks. It is Tuesday night, close to eleven, and the two of you are drunk.

This is not your first time being drunk with Seonghwa, not when he is best friends with your boyfriend. This is just the first time you are drunk alone with him. Actually, the past few days has been the most time you’ve spent alone with him in general, seeing as that your boyfriend had a last minute work commitment pop up, leading to him cancelling his trip. But he urged you to keep your plane ticket, saying that at least one of you should have some fun.

But the fun is winding down now. Tomorrow the trip ends, and you should already be in bed. Instead, what went from one last meal together has turned into sitting at the bar with Seonghwa, drinking too much and talking.

Seonghwa, with his bright blonde hair, sleeveless black shirt and jeans, looks effortlessly attractive. He always does though, with any hair colour, in any outfit. You are used to his beauty, his muscles, even his feminine small waist. In the five years of being with your boyfriend, you’ve been around Seonghwa enough to note how otherworldly good looking he is in a detached, almost scientific manner. There is no point in studying his cheekbones, his pink lips, or his jawline because he is strictly Off Limits.

“Okay, okay, finish the story,” You slur slightly, motioning with your hands for Seonghwa to continue the ridiculous tale he has been telling.

“Well, I was on the third floor fucking her and then I hear this lock turn and I realize her husband is coming back,” He continues from where he left off, “And next thing I know I’m on the fire escape trying to tug my boxers back on.”

“You’re lying! This story is total bullshit!”

“It is not! Why would I make this up?”

“I would’ve heard this before,” You counter.

Seonghwa shakes his head, “I don’t tell you these types of stories,” He says solemnly.

Until tonight. There are a lot of things you have been learning about your boyfriend’s best friend in spending the last few days alone with him. He’s a bit of whore (non-derogatory, of course) which shouldn’t really surprise you given how hot he is (and Off Limits). This week alone included fishing out some random woman’s pair of underwear from under the guest bed, another woman’s bra ending up in your laundry, down to the way someone in the lobby of his apartment building made puppy dog eyes at him while walking by. Then, there are the stories you have wheedled out of him – the one night stands, the threesomes, the risqué almost public sex, down to the current story of how he slept with a married woman two years ago.

You don’t press Seonghwa as to why he doesn’t tell you these type of stories – you are also Off Limits. But in spending so much time around him without the barrier of your boyfriend, there is a sort of strange relaxed tension brewing. Which you are ignoring, of course.

The bartender slides the newly made drinks in your direction which you promptly take a swig from. Seonghwa has asked for no such stories from you, most likely because they would all involve your boyfriend and he is not interested in hearing about how his best friend fucks you.

“Did you get caught?”

“No but I don’t think I moved as fast in my life. I was still tugging my shirt on while hurrying down the street. She ended things that night, said it was too risky.” A small shrug. “You win some, you lose some.”

Your head is swimming from drinking too much and there is a curious heat in between your thighs at the idea of Seonghwa ploughing some married woman. You’re way too drunk, you lecture but the words slump downwards onto the floor of your brain without really registering.

“Morally wrong, a little hot though,” You reply without really thinking, taking another gulp of your drink.

Seonghwa, who is in the middle of his own swig, stops for a split second, peering at you over the rim of his glass. You avert your gaze quickly, pretending the board listing all the beers is suddenly fascinating.

“Isn’t it common knowledge stuff that is off limits ends up being hotter?” Seonghwa ponders aloud, bringing his glass down onto the bar top with a heavy thunk.

Something about his words hit the middle of your chest and for a brief second, your breathing catches. The comment could almost have a double meaning…but no, you brush it to the side, knowing the level of booze involved is making sure neither of you are speaking clearly.

“That is true. Or stuff your partner isn’t into that you like,” You blurt out.

Seonghwa freezes again and then his finger runs along the length of the top of the glass in a slow circle, not looking at you. “Speaking from personal experience?”

“Maybe.”

You have never discussed your sex life with your boyfriend to Seonghwa, respecting the friendship and the fact he probably wouldn’t want to hear about such things. But the sheer level of booze you have consumed has loosened your tongue in a manner that you’ve never had around him before, making you too relaxed, slouching closer to him as if going to whisper a secret.

And Seonghwa, just as drunk, meets you halfway. This close, you can smell the cologne clinging to his shirt, can admire the way the light slants against the muscles of his arms, the tiny beads of sweat along his hairline from the warmth of the bar, and cheekbones that people would pay for. You like this hair colour on him, the bright blonde somehow not washing him out at all. Very few could pull it off –

“Why are we leaning together?” Seonghwa finally asks in a quiet voice when you don’t speak.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” You lower your voice to a conspiratorial level akin to two girls sharing a secret at a sleepover, “I’ve always wanted to give like a certain type of blowjob but he isn’t into it.”

Seonghwa’s brows furrow in confusion. “Certain type?”

“You know…like really messy. A big mess.”

“A messy blowjob.”

“Right.”

He still looks confused. “Not that I really want to picture my friend getting his dick sucked but aren’t blowjobs inherently messy?”

Exasperated, you go, “Yes but I don’t mean cliché messy. I mean…just sloppy. Spit and cum and all over my t-shirt and him finishing in my mouth and just…you know, messy.”

Seonghwa has stiffened ever so slightly like a cold breeze came in when a new group of people just pushed the bar door open. You didn’t feel any breeze but whatever, his body probably blocked it.

He clears his throat a little. “He doesn’t want that?”

“No, I’ve tried explaining it before but he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t find it hot. So, you know…the sex is just…it’s very neat and tidy. Organized.” You wave your hands a little drunkenly as if the motion explains something that your words can’t.

Seonghwa shifts slightly, taking a very large swig from his drink, tilting his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs and you stare at it, entranced for a few moments. Your thighs clench. You’ve never actually talked about your graphic sloppy blowjob fantasy with anyone but your boyfriend and after his refusal of it, you didn’t think you would bring it up again – especially to Seonghwa. But the booze has you feeling warm all over and particularly chatty.

He finishes the drink, bringing the glass down with an even heavier thunk than before. Then he goes, “Shame he is missing out on something so fun.”

His reply throws you but before you can wrap your head around it, Seonghwa slides off the barstool, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Finish your drink up so we can get back and go to sleep. We have to get up early. I’ll go pay.”

You watch him saunter off to the end of the bar where the cash register is. When he pulls out his wallet, your eyes travel up along his toned arms, swallowing hard. Shame he is missing out on something so fun. Now what the hell did that mean? Did that mean Seonghwa had done that before? He’s into that? Not that it mattered. No, it didn’t matter. You have a boyfriend. Who didn’t want a messy and sloppy blowjob. Unlike Seonghwa. The heat between your thighs grows and your fingers dig into the denim of your jeans, trying to get a grip on your drunken brain.

After paying, it is just a ten minute walk back to his apartment. Even so, the pace is slow, the cold air feeling good against your skin after the warmth of the bar. Sometimes, your feet wobble and you brush against Seonghwa’s arm which sends electric shocks down your back. At one point, he steadies you from toppling off the curb.

“It’s the heels,” You explain, gesturing to the five inch black pumps that made sense about three hours ago, “Not too good for drinking.”

“Probably not a good idea to wear fuck me pumps while drunk,” Seonghwa remarks in a throaty voice.

“These are not fuck me pumps.”

“They absolutely are.”

“Are not,” You reply stubbornly as his apartment grows closer.

“Yes, they are,” Seognhwa slurs, gesturing to your feet, “Look at the heels on those things, like you should have your legs spread and those heels propped up on the edge of a table or something.”

This creates an obscenely vivid mental image of what he has just described only instead of picturing your boyfriend, you are picturing Seonghwa.

“That’s pornographic,” You retort.

“He fuck you in those?”

You scoff, “Oh, now you want personal details of how your best friend fucks me?”

“Well, if he doesn’t want a messy blowjob from you, then what else isn’t he doing?” He counters quickly.

At the entrance to the apartment complex, Seonghwa inputs the code to unlock the main doors and you trail after him into the foyer and down the hallway towards his apartment on the first floor. Not only are you drunk but it is impossible to deny that you are getting worked up too. The conversation is veering into something dangerous.

“No, he doesn’t fuck me in these,” You answer a little too loudly, given how quiet the hallway is.

Seonghwa stops in front of his apartment door, fumbling with the key a bit before it finally goes into the lock and opens. Stumbling into his apartment, you turn around to watch him close the door.

With his back to you, he goes, “No sex in the fuck me pumps, no sloppy blowjobs. Sounds like you’ve been overdo for some fun.”

Exhaling slowly, you take a step backwards, turning away from him and going to the kitchen. I should get some water and go to bed, you tell yourself but it is difficult to think clearly. You are too horny and too drunk. Seonghwa follows, leaning against the kitchen counter as you pull down a glass and get some water.

“Hm,” is all you say in reply, not wanting to shit talk your boyfriend in bed but unable to deny Seonghwa is telling the truth. Maybe if you were sober, the denial would come easily. You take a sip of water, sneaking a glance at him.

His arms are crossed, his jeans hanging low off his hips, his hair a little messy from the wind outside. You swallow hard, suddenly overwhelmingly horny. When you finish gulping down your water, he turns his attention to you, taking you by surprise as he leans forward.

Bringing his hand upwards, Seonghwa’s fingers brush across your bottom lip. The touch sends a buzzing down your spine, your lips parting slightly as he holds his finger up to you to show that it is wet.

“You always drink messily too?” His voice is low, his eyes half lidded with desire.

It is strange to see that look on Seonghwa’s face, of all people. It feels incredibly intimate to know what he looks like when turned on especially directed at you.

“I do lots of things messy,” You mumble.

“You wanna show me?”

You’re supposed to be Off Limits, you think hazily but it is evident that those protests are feeble things coming from a version of yourself that isn’t drunk and horny. Bringing your hand forward slowly, you press your palm against the front of his jeans. His breath catches. You can feel the bulge straining against his boxers and denim and it is all you can do not to drop to your knees immediately.

“I can show you,” the voice that comes out of you is low and throaty, lightheaded with wanting Seonghwa.

You squeeze him through his jeans and his hands grip the back of the counter as if to steady himself as he replies, “I hope it’s messy and you don’t waste my time.”

As if possessed by something raw inside your chest, you are dropping to your knees, fingers working the button of his jeans, almost salivating over the idea of sucking his cock the way you have always wanted to. The sound of his zipper sliding downwards seems to be incredibly loud in your ears as if it is some sort of signal indicting just exactly what you are about to do and how you shouldn’t be doing it.

Seonghwa’s cock springs free from the confines of his boxers, rock hard, larger than your boyfriend’s. It is the sort of cock that you would go wild to suck on and have in your mouth and the fact that it belongs to someone other than your boyfriend would matter more if you weren’t so drunk, if you weren’t so horny, if you didn’t want Seonghwa this much.

As if in a dream, you gingerly curl your hand around his girth, feeling his warmth against your palm. You can’t get over the size, already drooling at the idea of Seonghwa stretching your mouth out. Unable to look up at him, you spit on the head of his cock, stroking his length as you get him covered in your salvia.

“You getting shy on me?” Seonghwa suddenly asks, his voice still tinged with booze, the edges of the words slurring ever so slightly like pages folding in the corners of a well read book.

“No,” You mumble but the truth is that now that your fantasy is right in front of your face, the shyness is seeping in.

He brushes your hand away from his cock, holding it close to your lips, going, “I’ll help. Open your mouth.”

The command leaves you breathless, obeying immediately. Your underwear is sticking to your pussy from how worked up you are. You cannot remember the last time you were this wet.

“Let’s see how much of me you can fit in your pretty mouth,” Seonghwa says.

One hand rests very lightly on the back of your head as he pushes his dick in your mouth. Your lips stretch around him, trying to accommodate how thick he is. Pools of spit form at the base of your mouth as his length slides in. Your eyes flutter before closing, loving the size of him and, as improper as it is to admit, loving the fact that you definitely should not be doing this with Seonghwa.

Spit bubbles at the corners of your lips as you sputter around his cock before finally hitting your limit and gagging. Seonghwa immediately pulls out, long strands of spit and precum connecting the tip of his cock to your lips before breaking and falling across the front of your shirt.

Breathing hard, you finally look up at him, lips parted slightly as he admires a red lipstick smear on his cock before nodding approvingly. “You almost took all of me,” He remarks.

“Do it again,” You tell him urgently.

“All the years I spent around you, I didn’t peg you for such a cock slut,” Seonghwa says and it is the casual and almost affectionate use of slut that makes your pussy tighten and your desire grow ever more powerful.

This time you don’t wait for him and instead wrap your mouth around his cock, taking as much as you can once again. Seonghwa groans as you do so, your cheeks puffed out from guiding his length down your throat, your tongue pressing against his shaft.

Your boyfriend’s best friend has a dream cock to gag and drool over. Unlike before, you don’t remain still but bob your head up and down on him, letting your drool go freely, making a mess on his cock. It dribbles out of your mouth and onto your shirt, the mess growing bigger by the second.

“F-fuck,” He grunts when his cock slips out from in between your lips as he takes in the sight of you on your knees, your shirt covered in spit and precum, lipstick smeared all over his length.

You jerk him off, your hand sliding all over the drool across his cock, listening to the noises he makes. Lowering your head, you drag your tongue against his balls, stopping to suck on them, hearing Seonghwa groan louder.

“You know,” He says in a cracked voice, “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

You hum a reply that is difficult to make out when your mouth is filled with his balls and your tongue is lapping against them. You get the feeling Seonghwa isn’t bringing this up as some moral lecture but moreso because he is secretly enjoying how improper the entire thing is.

“But I’d be lying,” He continues, “If I didn’t say I haven’t thought about it before.”

Dragging your tongue upwards along his shaft, you pause with the tip of his cock pressing against your lips to look up at him. Your heart skips a beat at his words, refusing to believe them.

“No, you didn’t,” You reply, narrowing your eyes.

Seonghwa is breathing heavily, hands still gripping the counter, knuckles white. Some of his blonde hair has fallen in front of his face as he looks at you with your hand wrapped around his cock.

“Yes, I did.”

“Show me what you thought of then.”

“I thought of,” He moves your hand away from his cock, positioning himself at your mouth again, “Exactly this. You with your mouth stuffed,” Seonghwa moves his hips, his cock pushing past your lips again, “Making a mess all over me and your clothes,” Another inch in your mouth, your tongue pressing against it, drool forming at the base of your lips and running down your chin and onto your shirt, “Then you’d look up at me with your pretty eyes,” You reflexively do so with your lips stretched around his girth, “And I would know what a whore you are.”

Seonghwa pulls his cock away from you, and it falls from your mouth, leaving sticky strands of cum falling off your lips and down across your chin and shirt. Your clothes are a sight to behold, covered in drool and cum, running down the front of your shirt with some landing on your jeans.

You don’t know if he is telling the truth in regards to the fantasy or if it is just dirty talk. You have spent every moment since meeting Seonghwa working to not allow one perverted thought pop in your head. Had he really not done the same?

Regardless of the truth, it doesn’t change the fact that you are currently on your knees for him in his kitchen with your boyfriend a distant thought. Leaning forward, you go back to blowing Seonghwa, your head bobbing up and down, cheeks hollow as you suck his cock. Seonghwa groans, his head rolling back as you do so, a strangled gasp tumbling from his lips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” He exclaims, his breathing hard and fast.

This only spurns you on, working him with both your hand and your mouth. Your hand is a sticky mess, his cock slick with spit, easy to jerk off in between sucking him, sticking your tongue out.

Seonghwa’s breathing catches, groaning louder before saying in a hoarse voice, “I’m going to cum down your throat, fill your stomach up with my cum.”

You can’t help yourself – with your other hand you are trying to rub your pussy through your jeans. You are so wet that you didn’t think it was possible to be this turned on, and the idea of Seonghwa cumming is making you go insane.

“G-god, you fucking slut,” He gasps out, seeing how desperate you are, “I’m going –”

Seonghwa grunts as he begins to cum in your mouth, covering your tongue in his load. There is so much of it that he fills your mouth quickly, and it spills out over your lips, dribbling off your chin and along the fabric covering your tits. His breathing is unsteady as he forces his eyes open to look at you, covered in spit, cum and drool. You keep your mouth open, letting him see it full of his cum before you try to swallow it. But there is so much of it that you try to scoop it off your chin, smearing it all over your fingers.

Panting, Seonghwa takes in the sight of you covered in his cum. You can only imagine how you look – your shirt stuck to your skin, soaked through from the blowjob, your lips and chin smeared in his load. He extends his hand downwards, waiting for you to grab it.

“C’mere,” He says gruffly as you stand unsteadily, your legs a little numb from being on your knees with your high heels folded underneath you.

You aren’t sure what his plan is. Your brain is too focused on how horny you are and how good sucking your boyfriend’s best friend’s cock had felt. Seonghwa holds you by the waist and in one swift motion hoists you up onto the dining room table near the kitchen counter. A random assortment of items clatter to the floor but he doesn’t seem to notice. Both of you are too drunk and worked up for one another.

He is fumbling with the button on your jeans, his hair falling in front of his face as he does so. Impatiently, you help him, wiggling out of your jeans as they join the rest of the items on the floor. He swiftly tugs off your underwear – but of course leaves your high heels on.

“Spread your legs,” He growls, sitting in the nearest chair before leaning forward and spitting obscenely onto your pussy, “I want to see your cunt take my fingers.”

Like earlier, seeing Seonghwa in this position is wrong and it makes you wetter. He brings one hand to graze along your leg, stopping to spare a glance at the high heels as his other hand comes up to your mouth, extending two fingers. You wrap your lips around them, your entire body buzzing with desire as you wet them. Seonghwa removes them a few seconds later, bringing his hand downward to gently spread your pussy lips apart.

“What a cute little pink pussy,” He remarks while inserting one finger into your hole which immediately tightens down around him, causing Seonghwa to smirk, “You’re drenched. You liked sucking my cock that much, whore?”

You whimper in response, eyes closing as you lose yourself in his finger buried in your cunt and just how wrong the entire situation is. If you were sober, more time would be spent lecturing yourself than enjoying it and some part of you is secretly gleeful at the ability to hide behind being intoxicated.

Seonghwa slips another finger inside your wetness as you almost lose your balance from propping yourself up with your high heels on the edge of the table, the pleasure overwhelming. His pace is slow and steady but his words are relentless.

“You look like a fucking slut taking my fingers like this while you are covered in my cum and your drool. Look at the front of your shirt – how would you be able to explain such a thing to him?” You know the him he is referring to. “That you made a mess because you were sucking my cock?”

You wiggle down against his fingers as he increases the speed. The noise of your wet cunt taking his fingers is lewd and Seonghwa seems to get off on it, fingerbanging you hard and fast as your walls tighten around him.

Seonghwa brings his face to nestle in between your thighs, dragging his tongue against your clit unexpectedly. You jump, surprised, gasping at the sudden pleasure. Your hand flies to his hair, gripping the bright blonde locks in between your fingers. He grunts, pounding his fingers as far as they can go into your cunt and wiggling them upwards as his tongue works your clit.

Opening your eyes, you look downwards to take in the sight of your boyfriend’s best friend in between your thighs. He is lost in sucking your clit, his fingers buried deep inside you, the pressure mounting with each passing second. As if sensing your stare, he opens his eyes to look at you. The eye contact makes you shiver, your grip on his hair tightening.

“Cum against my face,” His words are muffled by your thighs, “Be a good slut and cum against my face.”

Turning into a panting and moaning mess, all you can do is groan from his words. His fingers don’t stop fucking your cunt and his tongue never leaves your clit for a moment, lapping at it vigorously as your orgasm draws closer and closer.

“Keep doing that,” You gasp, “Don’t stop.”

“Fucking whore,” He spits against your cunt, smearing it against your clit with his thumb. His face is covered in your wetness, one dollop of spit falling off his bottom lip and onto his shirt before he brings his face back downwards to make you finish.

And you do finish, your orgasm starting almost as soon as the tip of his tongue touches your clit. Arching your hips, still holding onto Seonghwa’s hair, you climax with such an intensity that you can feel yourself gush against his fingers which makes him groan and start to lick it up. You don’t think that you have ever orgasmed this hard before and it is all over the face of your boyfriend’s best friend. Bucking your hips against Seonghwa’s face, your high heels almost slipping off the table, you can hear him urging you on, calling you a good whore, as you ride out the orgasm.

As you come down from it, you slump against the table. Your body is warm, thighs sticky with cum, panting from the intensity of the climax. You finally release your grip on Seonghwa’s hair and he straightens up, pushing away from the table to look down at you on the table.

Both of you are messy, covered in cum and spit. Seonghwa’s normally perfect looking hair is sticking up all over the place from where you held onto it. There is a look in his eyes and you know a split second what he is going to do before he does it.

He leans forward, his hand sliding under your back to push you upwards, his lips crushing yours in a kiss that threatens to confirm his earlier words that thinking of you had been true. Your hands grab onto the front of his shirt, tongue in his mouth; Seonghwa tastes like cum and sin and when the kiss breaks, a strand of spit connects your lips to his.

Panting, he untangles himself from you, giving a small shake of his head as if to wipe away the booze and lust that has led the two of you into what you just did.

It is then you see the time on the kitchen clock. Before you can stop yourself, you groan aloud although this time it is dismay than lust.

“I’m gonna be exhausted for this flight,” You lament.

“Better get you off to bed then,” Seonghwa remarks and you can feel it – the moment shifting away from the pornographic back to the earlier dynamic.

He helps you slide off the table, your legs wobbly from the orgasm, teetering in your high heels. You snatch up your underwear to slide them on, not caring about your jeans, as Seonghwa pulls his boxers back on. Distantly, you wonder when the guilt will hit at what the two of you just did. At least we didn’t fuck, you think half heartly.

Following him down the hallway towards the guest room, Seonghwa clearing his throat softly makes you look over your shoulder. He is in the doorway to his own room, a silhouette against the bedroom light, his hair unnaturally bright yet face in shadow.

“You know,” He begins and his voice is remarkably clear as if having sobered up in the aftermath of what happened, “If you ever want to visit again, you can. Alone. I mean.” The words hang in the air with dangerous intent, the idea of anything being off limits clearly out the window.

Your heart skips a beat, fingers tightening around the door handle for a brief moment.

“Sounds good,” You reply quietly before turning around and sliding into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind you.

It doesn’t take long to fall asleep, your body languid from booze and sex and the future like a sharp yet beautiful knife glinting in the darkness where perhaps nothing is truly off limits.

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Willem Dafoe on the set of "Off Limits", 1988.

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‘Miscellaneous’

Pinup comics: original issues from 1954

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It was all for nothing. It's her. It's always been her. It will always be her.

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Sgt. First Class Buck McGriff, Off Limits (1988)

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Vintage 1940s sweetheart "Off Limits" lingerie set

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So I watched Off Limits again and Buck stole my heart AGAAAIN.

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o̶f̶f̶ ̶l̶i̶m̶i̶t̶s̶ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗʷᵒ

! part one !

! part three !

a/n: went a little off the rails with this one, i apologize beforehand

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warnings: 18+, MDNI. afab!reader, rick sanchez x reader, smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (f! receiving), degradation, dumbification (kinda), dom!rick, perv!rick (tbh), naive!reader (tbh), reader is in extreme physical pain at one point so also sadist!rick

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

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this wasn’t the first time he heard of a Rick using someone like this. it’s more common than you think- most Ricks opting to just cut you open instead, move your insides around to fit whatever they need hiding, then stitch you back up to send you on your way, carrying along, nothing the wiser. it was a god-complex thing, Rick thinks, although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t see the appeal. but this way, leaving something so deep within your warm, plush walls, in a place where only a Rick’s dick could reach? it was cocky, it was childish. it was genius.

the crystal itself- more of a shard, really, was very small, so it made sense why it was so easy to pull off. he just had to push it in deep and hold it there, the crystal most likely covered with something made to stick to you, coating itself with your slick for camouflage. it must have felt good, too- it would explain why you’re so ready for him this fast. it should be relatively easy to retrieve it, Rick thinks. you’ve already done half the work for him, absolutely soaked and trembling in his arms. you’re practically begging for it. he wonders if you’ll be able to handle it.

you feel his chest shake with laughter. you felt confused, a little scared, and so small. you also couldn’t ignore the heat growing in your tummy, and you were worried he might notice that you’re starting to drip down your thighs.

you shouldn’t feel this way. you don’t even really know this man, what he wants- you don’t even know how he got in. anxiety unfurls in your chest when you remember the open window- how could you be so careless?

“i have some baa-ad news, sweetheart,” he slowly pushed you down against the bed, grip still firm on your throat- you weren’t going anywhere. “seems like Rick wasn’t very nice.” he used his other hand to spread your thighs and pull your hips down- he wasn’t worried about your hands, he knew you wouldn’t attempt to stop him. sliding you close, your legs automatically locked around his. he liked that.

you’re fully straddling him now and he starts to rock into you, bare pussy against the soft material of his pants. if you couldn’t feel his erection before, you can now- impossible to ignore as it grinds against your heat. moans escape your lips, as much as you try to hold them back, but it doesn’t matter. he has you right where he wants you.

he loosens his grip on your neck, softly stroking it but keeping your head locked, going easy on you. you barely noticed the shift, far too busy on the feeling of his huge dick against you. you remembered how much it stretched you. you’d never been so full, so fucked out, so far gone.

“needy little thing. need to listen to me. listen to my words, you- get that?”

you breathe out a full “yes,” sounding scared but all too eager.

he moved his arm out from underneath you, letting you fully sink into the soft mattress. you can only relax for a moment before he’s pushing your face into the sheets, giving you the courtesy to breathe when you panic and force your head sideways. he stills his hips and his voice gets low, serious as he straightens up.

“it just so happens that this crystal i’m looking for is inside you,” Rick states, flatly you thought. matter of fact. the stall of his hips created an opening of clarity, and he could tell, putting more weight on your skull. you squirm, a little panicked now. “apparently he thought you’d make a good hiding spot.”

you felt your voice hitch as you spoke. “crystal?” you sounded so confused, so vulnerable. Rick wishes you would cry. he craves to see your cute little face, flushed and wet with tears. and he sees no reason why you wouldn’t give that to him- you’ve been so good for him already, after all.

his other hand was on your waist now, drawing circles against your soft skin. it was a nice feeling compared to the rest of your position, and you try to focus on his mercy.

“yes, actually a pallasite from- heh, yes it’s a.. pretty little crystal,” he hissed, not even attempting to hide his arousal. you were so cute. he finally eased up on your head, trailing his fingers down the back of your neck, down your spine. you took a big breath. “thought he’d use you- that pretty little pussy to hide his treasure. so mean of him, huh? did he hurt you, poor thing?”

“H-how?.. i- don’t,” he begins his rocking again and you pause, words caught in your throat. he had shifted angles, the large bulge in his pants now brushing against your clit with every thrust. and he’s so polite, he lets you take your time to find your words. “wh..uhh,- Rick, i.. i don’t understand,” you were drooling at this point, a mixture of fear and arousal completely fogging your mind. it was true, you really didn’t understand. could barely tell what was real at this point with this, let’s admit it, stranger so close against you, watching you unravel. it was all getting to be too much as you feel the coil tighten deep in your stomach.

as much as Rick wants to completely tear you apart, he really is in no hurry. in fact, he could stand here and watch you like this for hours. he knows you’re close, but he’s not going to let you get there, not yet. he wants to take his time with you, let you know how lucky you are, he’s going so easy on you.

“Shhhhh, sweetheart, i know. it’s okay. I’m- hah, going to help you, you need me. poor ba-aby, i’m gonna have to- have to go in and get it.”

“Rick,-”

he guided your hips until they were flush with the bed then roughly grabbed at your legs to turn you over. you whine at the loss of contact, your poor desperate pussy squeezing around nothing, and he just laughs at you. you could really see him now, in the dim light of your room, pupils blown out with lust staring into your own. with all the squirming on the bed, your shirt had slid up, and he had full view of you now- a total cockdrunk mess, sweating and panting, tears streaking down your face. you softly voiced your discomfort, bringing your arms up to cover whatever modesty you had left. that was a mistake.

he quickly had your wrists in his bony fingers, wrapped so tightly you worry they’ll bruise, pinned uncomfortably to your sides. a gasp leaves your lips, the movement so fast it makes you dizzy. how dare you disrespect him, covering yourself like that, denying him, when he let you make such a mess on his new pants and basically used him to get off. he’d teach you to be thankful, he decided.

“this is how it’s going to work,” he seethed, leaning over you now, his face contorted in anger inches away, breath hot against your face. you can smell the aftershave, the alcohol on his breath. “i’m going to get what i came here for, heh,a- and you get to live. you understand? that means you listen to me,” you breathe heavily, nodding helplessly as you look up at him, hanging on to every word, his voice vibrating through your body. the look in his eyes starting to scare you now. you see his eyebrow twitch before a sharp slap to the mouth rocks your head completely. you cry out, more from shock than pain. you could tell it was a warning.

“okay, yes, rule number one,” his voice is low and commanding, not how you remembered. you remembered his voice getting low when you fucked, after the laughs and normal conversations at the bar, but it never sounded like this. “you speak when you are spoken to. you-, you can remember that, right? show me some fucking respect, tell me you understand.”

“y-yes,” you sigh between broken sobs, “i understand.”

he responded with a soothing gooood as he slipped a hand down between you, sliding his fingers through your folds with ease. your hips jerk against his touch and it’s too cute, he might just forgive you. you moan at his touch as he curses, feeling how wet you are, as if he didn’t have the proof all over him.

“very good, baby. i know what you need, little - ha-hh- so fucking wet - jus’ have to be good and listen, right? gotta- you’re gonna have to trust me, yes?” he’s just teasingly tracing his fingers over the length of you, paying a little more attention to your clit with every pass. he knows its too sensitive- your moans turn into cries and you squirm to get away, but as soon as he dips down to your sweet entrance once more you needily push against his hand.

“yes.”

“smart girl,” he pushes a finger in, then two- barely giving you time to adjust before he’s finding a rhythm, slowly but steadily fucking you into the mattress. he finds your spongey center immediately, curling his fingers perfectly, relentlessly. your head falls back and you think you see stars, you didn’t think you were that close but your orgasm hits fast, your mouth hangs open and your legs shake. all you do is whimper at first, which kind of disappoints Rick- he knew you could be louder, but after a quick deep breath you made such a pretty noise that he dropped to his knees.

in a moment of kindness, he gave you a kiss- an open, sloppy one against your throbbing clit, leaving a trail of spit as he pulls way to bring his body back up to lean over you. he grabs your face with his pointer and thumb, pulling your gaze from your poster covered walls back to his eyes. you were reeling, gasping for air as you tried to focus. you wanted to do whatever it took to please him because you wanted more of that. whatever it took to get more of that.

“‘s nice, huh? feel good, baby? that’s all you needed, wasn’t it, huh- love hearing you cum,” he kept his grip on your face as you came down, babbling against his touch, he heard a Rick and sso good before your heartbeat finally slows. your legs threaten to close but you have the mind to keep them open, for him.

“good, good, listen, okay? i’m going- leg’s open, y- good girl, - i think i can reach it with my fingers, but i have to go deep, right? have to be able to reach it, you’re gonna- feel me stretching you, baby. you can handle it, though- you’re gonna take what i give you, yes?”

“yes,” a fast response, sounding so needy it's embarrassing. he smiles at that, if you could call that teeth baring grin a smile. so obedient for him- as much as he loves corrupting pretty little things like you, he knows your Rick did the most work, literally planting the thought of him inside you.

he wonders if he’s still alive. did he get caught by the council and be forced to pay for his crimes? or perhaps even finding a role in the citadel, joining the masses of Ricks who’ve also given up. did he forget about you? no, there’s no way- this gorgeous, naive little slut was hard to forget. he wonders if he’ll know once the crystal gets removed from you- wonders how upset he’ll be when he finds out his property’s been touched. and he can’t fucking wait to find out.

he slid his hands under your ass and pulled you up, giving himself better leverage to your opening. it’s clenching down on nothing and still wet, ready for him, begging. you prop yourself up on your elbows slightly, trying to stay somewhat comfortable, but the movement causes too much struggle- Rick smacks your ass for the trouble and you fall back. the spank wasn’t too hard, yet tears sprung to your eyes anyway. and of course Rick noticed, but he was already going too easy on you.

“stay still for me, can’t have you moving- so you’re not gonna fucking move. you don’t want to make this hard for me, princess.”

you watch him spit on your pussy- a long line of drool falling from his mouth, the sight so fucking hot you felt as if you could cum right then. he rubs it over you with his thumb sloppily, getting you ready, as if you needed it. the swipes across your swollen clit felt like torture.

“Rick, please- it’s.. t-too muchh,”

he laughs, a good laugh, only for a second before getting serious, breath warm against your wet thighs. “too much? you- hah- you fuck yourself on my zipper but this-” he rubs circles around the sensitive bud, all his attention on it now, “is too much? cry me a fucking river, i know what’s too much for you.”

two fingers slide into you immediately, and your hips buck forward to meet his knuckles. he let that slide, seeing you so needy for him really turned him on. He ruts his hard cock against the edge of the bed, searching for relief, and you want to give it to him so bad, but your arms stay helplessly at your sides as he bends you in half.

you felt so full already, not having had sex in months and it was amazing- he warms you up, picking up a faster pace and then letting you sit in it a bit, letting you adjust to him. he’s not quite curling his fingers but the pressure was enough to have you breathless, face wrinkled in pleasure. not thinking, you start to rock your hips against his hand, trying to angle his fingers to right where they needed to be, and it works for a second- they awkwardly bump at your center but it feels so fucking good, you let out a pretty “oooh,” and your head tilts back-

his fingers leave you quickly, and you whine at the emptiness, looking to him to beg for them back.

this slap hurt this time around. your cheek stung and you think you can taste blood, your lip having scraped against your teeth. you sob openly as he continues his assault on your cunt, adding a third finger, stretching you further. his thumb presses down on your clit and you cry out.

“what did i say? wow- can’t fucking remember something so simple, can you? little fucking airhead, so sweet, so fucking dumb for my fingers, huh? i told you not to move. let me take care of this, got it?” you nod for him over and over, your ‘yes’s now turned into moans, all drawn out and breathy. you feel your whole body shake as his hand slams into you over and over, and you plead with your eyes, begging for some relief, the pressure inside getting to be too painful on its own.

as if he read your mind, he leans down and licks a stripe from his busy fingers to your clit. your back arches painfully as you express your admiration, your moans music to Rick’s ears as he hums against you, lapping greedily now, circling your clit with his tongue. he comes down to suck it between his teeth before releasing it again, and it drove you wild. you tried your best to keep still, but you silently thanked him for allowing your twitching as the pleasure became overwhelming.

“you gonna cum again, already?” he groaned against you, not trying to be subtle about practically grinding against the bed, “good, i need you- gotta be nice and wet for me, mmm, can’t wait to see you cum on my dick,” that was enough for you, and your third orgasm of the night came crashing through- so intense and fast, your vision went white. you think you let out a scream, but you couldn’t be sure, your ears are ringing and everything seems muffled for a moment. your head lolls to look back at Rick, face still deep against you, drinking up everything you had to give him. you say his name, and he looks up, eyes meeting yours.

“okay, here we go, gonna need you to take a deep breath for me,”

you see his mouth move but you couldn’t hear him, but you really wish you had. you feel a stretch from the inside, his fingers extending slowly, not wanting to put your body into shock- he knew this could be painful for you, and he wanted to make this easy. he didn’t want to ruin you, not tonight. you could hear the ‘clicks’ of his fingers extending, extra ligaments popping out to fill the space.

it was painful. the stretch was unbearable, you feel like you’re ripping in half. his fingers push farther, painfully bumping against your cervix as they search you thoroughly. you’ve never felt anything like this before, and you writhe in agony, desperate to get away from his grasp but he’s got you tight, holding you close, cooing at you, “doing so good for me. i almost got it, i know it hurts,” but you could barely understand him. you’re screaming loud now, gripping the sheets beneath you and begging him to stop, his calm words meaning nothing to you when he’s painfully twisting and moving inside you, hitting everything, searching for this small crystal hidden inside you. you weren’t even sure if that part was true as he bites back a smile watching you cry.

he lifts you a bit higher, pushing deeper, and you start thinking you might pass out when he whispers a “got it,” before slowly retracting his fingers, pulling his hand away. your vision was fading in and out at this point, but you see him pull something out of his lab coat and then slip it back in. you hear him humming, satisfied with his results, and when he looks back down at your body it’s like he forgot you were even there.

once his hands were off you, you had retreated into yourself. curled up against your soft sheets, now soaked with cum and sweat, you whined as the pain inside you took its time to fade. your head still swirled with questions- but you were far too exhausted to ask. he stared down at your sniffling and shaking form full of pride.

“Stupid motherfucker, thinking i wouldn’t find it, hah- this pocket pussy gimmick is so overdone. didn’t even need to use my cock for that- fucking idiot, thinking that was a smart idea. fucking- all i needed to- wait are you sleeping?” you feel him on top of you again, grabbing your face to look at his stupid, shit eating grin. “aww, heh- you think we’re done, baby?”

#off limits #rick sanchez x reader #x reader #rick and morty #rick sanchez #smut #rick x reader #dom!rick #perv!rick #afab!reader #sadist!rick

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Off Limits Ch 3

Warnings: language, smut.

Nearly two months had passed since you and Casey had first hooked up, and you’d continued on with the habit. Both your work schedules were insanely crowded, which meant for a lot of late night meet ups, little quickies fit into whatever time you could find. The lust filled nights left you tracing each others bodies, sucking and nipping the sensitive skin, exploring kinks, bringing new toys in, and most certainly leaving you breathless and completely fucked out. It left little time for small talk, you enjoyed spending time with each other, you always had, but the conversation…never came up. It wasn’t like you could casually swing by her office with lunch, Alex was literally down the hall.

Alex continued to pester Casey about this mystery girl she was sleeping with, considering the amount of coffee she was drinking Alex could always figure out when she’d been up all night. She was particularly intrigued when she noticed red marks on Casey’s wrists, teasing her about it until Casey admitted they’d used handcuffs the night before. Alex backed off a bit after she’d managed to get a couple of juicy details (much to Casey’s dismay), Alex thought she was embarrassed about it when the real reason she was blushing furiously was because she was in fact, fucking Alex’s little sister on the regular. (and things were not exactly in the vanilla ballpark anymore…)

Tonight, you’d stopped by Casey’s apartment with a bottle of wine that you’d gotten through half a glass each before they lay forgotten on the kitchen island, bodies entangled in each other. Casey had you caged up against the counter, one hand buried in your hair, pulling your lips impossibly close to hers, tongue delving in, exploring your mouth. Her other hand was snaked down your pants, stroking you through the thin fabric of your panties. You were moaning against her lips, hands pushing up the hem of her shirt smirking as you discovered she was braless. Thumbs swiping across the curve of her breasts as you cupped them, pinching her nipples, pulling a groan from her mouth. Casey detached from your lips, alternating between kissing and biting her way down your neck, you mewled against her feeling her fingers slinking under your panties, gathering your wetness and circling your clit.

“Casey…” You whined, she chuckled into your skin, biting down at your pulse point while she slid her fingers into you.

“Fuck baby girl…you’re always so fucking wet.” Her voice sounded like pure sin, turning you on even more, you whimpered as she thrust into you. You were electrified, each touch from her aroused you more, and you needed more.

“Casey…please…”

“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna let you cum.” She kissed your neck, intensifying her ministrations.

“No..” You moaned out, “Need to taste you…please…” Your voice was airy, full of lust, a carnal need to get what you wanted. She removed her lips from your neck, a wicked grin on her face.

“If that’s what you want baby…” You nodded furiously, she pulled her fingers out of your pants and you swore you came watching her suck your juices clean off them.

“Fuuuck.” You practically dragged her down the hallway, lips clashing against each other while you tried to coordinate tugging each others clothes off until you were both finally naked, collapsing against the bed.

You wasted absolutely no time, diving straight into her pussy, a broad tongued stroke up it, flicking her clit with your tongue. Casey let out a breathy groan of your name as you fucked her with your mouth, tongue collecting as much of her wetness as it could, moaning against her at the absolute fucking sweetened taste of her. You swore you could eat her out for hours on end and be completely satisfied with just that. Her nails scratched into your hair, hips rutting up against your mouth. You licked up to her clit again, enclosing your lips around it, swirling your tongue around it, flicking it as you pumped two fingers into her with ease.

Casey could feel the heat building in her, a sheen of sweat breaking through her skin, breath coming out in whimpers. Your fingers twisted with each thrust, grazing against her most sensitive spot as you sucked against her clit, nipping at it ever so gently. You hummed in lust at the taste of her, the obscene sounds coming from her drenched cunt, her walls fluttering against your fingers, you could feel your own slick leaking down your thighs. Casey felt absolutely enflamed, you were just entirely too good at fucking her with your mouth, she let out a sob, the pressure finally bursting as she came, fucking hard, squirting onto your hand. You smirked at that, softly fucking her through her orgasm, lapping up as much of her juices that you could while she slowly came back to earth.

“Jesus fucking Christ Y/N..” You laughed, crawling over her, kissing her deeply.

“That’s a first…” You murmured,

“Literally.” She replied, you pulled back, surprise etched on your face.

“Seriously?” When she nodded a smug grin stretched across your lips, it was always an ego boost knowing that you were the first person to make someone squirt. You leaned down, kissing her again, she pulled your lower lip into her mouth, nipping at it before she rolled you over, her arm extending over to the bedside table drawer. You were curious which toy she was pulling out, noticing that it was something new.

“That a strap on?” You cocked a brow, she grinned down at you,

“I wanna fuck you with it…” She smirked, Jesus you nearly came at the thought of that. You nipped the wrist that was by your head,

“Then fuck me baby.” Casey pulled you into a searing kiss, the heat in the room intensifying even beyond where it sat before. She spanked the side of your hip,

“Roll over.” You obeyed, propping yourself up on your hands and knees as she shifted around on the bed behind you. A minute later had you gasping as you felt her tongue slurping against your drenched cunt. She hummed in satisfaction against you as you pressed your hips back to her, Casey slipped a few fingers in, stretching out your walls, then sat up. You groaned as you felt the toy move against your folds, Casey slowly thrust it into you until her hips met yours. Fuck…it fucking vibrated too? You were practically done for when that started. “You okay?” She murmured, laying a gentle kiss on your back, you sobbed out a yes, wiggling your hips against her. She chuckled at that, pulling nearly all the way out before starting a heavy and fast pace, one hand roaming your body while the other gripped your hip.

You collapsed down onto your elbows at the sensation, moaning out her name along with a mumbling of profanities, the vibration was overloading your senses. (Not to mention how fucking hot it was that Casey was the one fucking the shit out of you).The drag of the toy on your walls, the vibration hitting all the right spots had you squirming, hands clenched into the sheets in front of you. You felt her hand wrap into your hair, tugging your torso up flush with hers, whimpering as her hand trailed up your body, hand closing tightly around your neck. Casey bit into your shoulder, her other hand finding its way to your clit, she pinched at it, circling hard and fast. Your body was shuddering against hers, you let out a series of breathy sobs, practically screaming out her name as total fucking bliss washed over you, trembling as Casey gently laid you back on the bed, pulling the toy off, tossing it to the side.She left a series of soft kisses up your spine, smoothing the hair out of your face,

“You okay?” You smirked back up at her,

“Jesus Fucking Christ…” She laughed gently at your use of her earlier words, tugging you to her, kissing your forehead, letting you rest on her chest while she absentmindedly played with your hair. The two of you laid and cuddled in comfortable silence, fingers tracing patterns on each others skin, occasionally making a remark to the other. Then a loud blaring broke through the room, causing you to detach from Casey, digging through the pocket of your abandoned jeans, shutting off the noise.

“Is that your alarm?” She questioned, recognizing the tone from previous mornings,

“Yeah…” You groaned, running a hand through your hair, “I’m on night shift all month. I meant to tell you earlier, but…” You gestured.

“Got pretty distracted.” She smirked, you leaned over to her, giving her a brief kiss.

“I’ve gotta get going. I’ll see you next week?”

“Of course.” She was quick to give you another kiss, and even quicker to swat a spank on your bare ass before you had a chance to tug your clothes on.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #law and order svu #off limits #law and order #law and order special victims unit #svu

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