Rick making reader wear a collar?
(HOLY SHIT yesssss. Yes yes yes thank you for this OMGGGG CW: Slight Daddy kink)
“Rick, what is this?”
You turned the thin, black, leather circlet over in your hands. It had a shiny, metal buckle and a tag dangling from a ring in the center that read ‘Property of Rick Sanchez. Earth Dimension C-137.’
Rather than answer, Rick smirked at you.
“C-c’moooon, baby. You’re not stupid, you know what that is.”
And of course you did, but your incredulity at him asking you to wear it had made you falter.
“So, you actually want me to put this on?”
Rick took the collar from your grasp. He circled around you, his hand trailing along your shoulder until he stood behind you. You felt him slip the band around your neck, the leather cold against your skin, his fingers working to fasten the buckle. Once it was in place you swallowed, testing the elasticity and the tightness. He was still at your back when he leaned down, his fingers coming around to grip your jaw, his lips against your ear.
“Y-you’re mine, and now everyone will know it.”
Biting your lip, you felt the heat between your legs begin to grow. You had waited so long for him to claim you, to mark you as his property, and now that it was happening your head was swimming, your heart beating so fast you thought you might collapse. Rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction, you whined.
You felt him smile against you, one of his hands coming around to grab your crotch, the other still at your jaw.
“D-don’t say I never did anything nice for you, baby.”