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holylulusworld · 8 months

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D.I.L.F. (2) – Foreplay

Summary: Your mother has a new love interest. You are stuck with her boyfriend.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader (for now...)

Characters: Franklin Clay (the losers)

Warnings: implied/intended cheating, heavy daddy kink, fingering

A/N: Y/M/N = Your mother's name (or stepmother if you don't want to imagine your mom being a b*tch)

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<< Part 1

“No, you will listen to me now, Y/M/N,” Tony grunts into the phone. He’s just done pretending he doesn’t know about your mother’s infidelity. “I’m a genius, a billionaire, and a desirable man. If you want to fuck the pool boy, go ahead. Tell him to send one of his colleagues from now on.”

You poke your head around the corner, listening closely as your mother’s boyfriend is about to break up with her. It’s the first time you are happy she messed a relationship up because you cannot deny the feelings you have for Tony.

“I don’t fucking care!” He yells into the phone. “We are done, Y/M/N. Lose my number, and forget where I’m living. And just you know, the credit cards won’t work from now on.”

He hangs up the phone and throws it against the wall. “Shit. Another relationship is down the drain. I should go for prostitutes from now on. At least they don’t pretend to like me to get my money.”

You take a deep breath. This is not the time to make a move on Tony. He seems to be down because of the breakup, so you will try to distract him with another swimming contest.

“Hey, Tons,” you act like you didn’t listen to his conversation with your mother. “How about we are having this swim contest now?” You grin. “I bet I can beat you again, old man.”

“Old man?” Tony splutters. “Wait you little shit.” He points a finger at you, smirking. “I’ll beat you this time.”

“I bet you will go down,” you sass back and put your hands on your hips. “Let me change into my brand-new bikini and I’ll beat you in no time.”

“I let you win last time, brat,” Tony steps toward you to size you up. His pride got hurt in more than one way lately and he won’t lose another contest. Not today. “You will beg me for forgiveness.”

“Cute,” you peck his cheek. “That still believe you can beat me. I’ll be right back, Tony.”

You chuckle at his pissed expression. “We will see!”

“We will!” You run off to change into your bikini. “I’ll beat your sorry ass!!”

“Ready, pipsqueak?” Tony watches you walk toward the indoor pool. He gasps as you pass him by, smirking to yourself. You’re wearing a pink two-piece bikini made of strings that barely covers your modesty.

It shows a huge amount of under-boob, and just about covers your nipples. The bottom is no better. It’s a bondage-style piece that only covers your most private parts. Anything else is visible to Tony who can’t take his eyes off you.

“What’s this?” He points at your bikini bottom. “I thought you bought a bikini. This looks like some strings you put together.”

“It’s my brand-new bikini,” you coo, and run your hands over your body. If you must play dirty and distract Tony to win the swimming contest, you’ll play dirty. “Do you like it?”

“What did you pay for it? A buck?” He cocks his head to glance at your crotch. His tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

“More like two hundred.” Your heart flutters as Tony subtly checks you out. He roams your body with his eyes, humming as you explain how sexy you feel wearing the bikini.

“They fooled you, darling. Half of that thing is missing.” Tony concludes. “I would’ve bought you a nicer one, with a little more fabric.”

“Less fabric, means I’m faster.” You grin. “I’ll beat you. Now, stop trying to avoid the unavoidable.”

Tony looks at you, bewildered. “What?”

“Your ultimate defeat.”

You jump into the pool, giggling as Tony follows suite. “I’ll defeat you, little brat.”

“You can try, Tons.”

“Alright. This is the ultimate contest,” he looks at you. “Ready or not, you are going to lose. You will not beat me!”

“Ready if you are,” you mirror his smirk.

“We will count to three and start. Who reaches the other end first three times in a row wins,” Tony explains the rules you know so well once again.

You give him a thumbs up. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three,” you call out and start to swim. Tony chases after you, almost passing you by when you cry out in pain. He stops swimming toward the end of the pool to swim toward you.

“Tony…” you struggle to stay above water. “My right leg is cramping. My thigh.”

“Shit,” he’s by your side in the blink of an eye. Your wrap your arms around his neck, holding back a smirk when he wraps one arm around your waistline. Tony moves his free hand to your thigh to carefully massage you. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” you purr and lean a little closer to his face. “Your hands work magic, Tons.”

He chuckles. “You scared me there for a moment, darling. How are you? Can you get out of the pool on your own?”

Tony is still massaging your thigh when you start to whine. “It hurts. I need you to help me.”

“I’m trying, darling. Let me just try something else,” he presses his thumb to your aching muscle.

“No. Not there,” you pout. “Let me show you where it hurts.” He drops his hand from your thigh and lets you guide it toward your crotch. “There, Daddy. It hurts so much.”

“Y/N,” Tony fights the urge to slip his hand inside your bikini bottom. He just broke up with your mother and cannot do such a thing. Even though, he fell for you a long time ago. “How much does it hurt?”

“So…so bad… Daddy,” you move his hand up and down your crotch. “Please. I need you to help me.”

Tony looks you in the eyes, searching your face. “You sure?” He cocks his head. “I need you to say it, darling.”

“Yes. Daddy.”

“Such a dirty girl,” he finally moves his hand inside of your bikini bottom to run one finger up and down your slit. He flicks your clit, watching your lips part. “Do you want me to play with your naughty pearl?”

“Yes. Daddy…”

A hungry pair of hazel eyes watch Tony and you in the pool. Clay dips his head, enjoying the show so far.

“I’ll be waiting for my turn then, my friend…”

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@mcltiples sent: 👀 { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick // ofc he wants the dirty fantasy 🤭} send 👀 for a dirty GRUESOME thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours || no longer accepting

It's one of the rare nights when Rick isn't tucked away in his lab, working on this or that project. However, despite how much he relishes in the cold quietness of the room that has become his domain, he can't forget that he isn't on his own anymore. He has a owner now, a partner, and he deserves his attention and presence more than any of his experiments.

Usually his alternate can entertain himself, even when he spends his evening in their bunker. And, if he decides that he doesn't want to, he comes to fetch him and do with him as he pleases.

That's another difference between their routine and today. His partner hasn't come looking for his company. Rick has decided to offer it of his own free will. It's not the first time, but it's definitely not a common occurrence either.

Without a word, Rick carries two glasses over the couch, filled with a generous amount of the ale they have stolen during their last interdimensional trip. The liquor is stronger than any variety that can be find on Earth and its flavour is a well-balanced combination of sweet and sour. It also leaves on the tongue a light, sizzling metallic after taste, which is perhaps the part he likes best.

Taking a seat, he presses one of the glasses in his alternate's hand, before downing half of his own in one go. Gray blue eyes slide close for an instant, to allow him to savour that final sting, and then they open again, locking on his partner's face.

"R-Rick," he starts, shifting closer until he can comfortably press his chest against the other's side. "There's something I want to share with you."

One of his arms slides over the edge of the couch, elbow bending so that his fingers can reach those blue locks, studiously playing with them. The hand that is holding his glass casually rests on his alternate's thighs, slowly rubbing one through the thick fabric of the other's trousers.

His expression is mostly blank as per usual, but there's a dark hint in his eyes. Cold and cutting, but also relentless and avid, almost ravenous. Like the gravity of a black hole.

"I-I was thinking about you, earlier." His voice is just slightly louder than a whisper, but it's enough for his words to be perfectly audible as they are evenly breathed in his partner's ear. "S-Strapped on one of mine operating tables, naked, in place of the being I was vivisecting."

His tone grows darker at that matching the eerie look in his eyes.

"I-I'd use this little serum I've been developing...i-it should slow down your regeneration enough to let me take my time with you."

One of his personal side projects, the ones he doesn't tell his alternate about unless he has a good reason to.

"I-I'd start with a classic, a Y incision on your torso. Detach your skin and pectoral to expose your ribs. Open up your abdomen like a box full of presents."

He can see it so, so vividly. The blood spilling over from the cuts, bright red over paling skin. The way the muscles would contract, the pulsing of the intestines, the lungs expanding and emptying with every breath.

His lips brush the shell of his partner's ear. He tilts his head just a little, enough to graze the lobe with his teeth.

"I'd dig my hands in your guts, wrap your small intestine around my wrist. L-Like a shackle, keeping me where I belong. Deep inside you, deeper than anyone else will ever go. An-And I'get as many tastes as I want."

The smell of blood filling the air like incense. Its slickness warm and tick on his tongue as he would bend to lap it off his partner's ribs. The throbbing of the organs under his fingertips.

"M-Maybe I'll take a few minutes to play with you, touch all your sensitive spots from the inside. See if you like is as much."

It wouldn't be sexual for him, just curiosity. He's always eager to study his alternate, body and mind. See how he works, what makes him tick, psychically and emotionally.

"T-Then I'd move back up, cut your sternum in half, pull your ribs open. Take away your last line of defense, and then you'd be completely open to me. At my mercy, vulnerable."

That's something his partner never is. With his genius, his regenerative abilities and his technology, he is untouchable. As only true gods can be. And yet he has chosen to allow him, his property, his willing possession, to see and taste and touch and smell and hear him in such an exposed state.

The fingers he's been using to toy with the other's hair moves lower, nails pushing in the flesh, hard enough to leave red marks in their passing. What he is being offered is a gift, a unique one, and he means to treasure it by showing all his dark devotion.

"I-I'll worship you, down to your bones. As every godly being should be. I'll touch everything my hands can reach, cut through what stands in my way to reach what they can't. I'll tear into your lungs, breath the air that fills them. I'll rip your aorta open, let your blood soak my face."

By now his mouth his fully pressed against his alternat's ear, hot breath caressing the skin, sliding down towards the neck.

"I'll keep your heart for last. I want your mind, Rick, you know that." The fingers that had been digging into that neck are suddenly wrapped around the throat, squeezing hard enough to make breathing a bit harder. "B-But I'll take what I'm given, while I wait for it. I'll hold it in my hand, to feel it pulsing, tightening my grip to feel it struggling."

The his grasp moves, from his partner's neck to his jaw, forcing him to turn his head so their eyes can meet.

"An-And then I'll push my face inside your chest, let you swallow all my sense and I'll sink my teeth right into it. Make your feel that you'll be mine just as much as I'm yours."

#[ ic :: Evil Rick ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Are you sick like me? ; canon div :: Evil Rick ]#[ You're my obsession. I'm your possession :: Evil Rick & Weird Rick ]#mcltiples #gore tw #violence tw #blood tw #[[ don't mind the mandatory edit of the meme description xD ]]#[[ can't be any other way with Evil Rick x3 ]]#[[ and to think that this is their version of foreplay omg ]]#[[ another proof that they are perfect for each other x3 ]]#[[ also the way he sits and leans on Weird Rick would have been flirty if it had been someone else ]]#[[ but of course Evil Rick makes it look creepy af -sigh- ]]

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