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was wondering if you could write a morty smith x reader where you both get high after studying together?
Study Date
Morty Smith x Fem Reader
Summary: Morty musters up the courage and asks you over for a study date. Who knew studying human biology could have such interactive hands on lessons.
Word Count: 1.5k
Ref Account: @kaionyx
TW: Smut, Fingering, Squirting, Nipple Play.
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It was lunch and you were sitting at one of the tables in the quad. Your friends were fixing up their hair and make-up as they picked at their food. Talking shit about girls they either didn’t know and/or don’t like. The conversation was starting to shift, them talking about how Morty came up to you before class. He’d invited you to come over after school and study. A lot of your friends think he’s weird or odd. That was one of the things you liked most about him. Most guys tried acting all big and confident when trying to pursue you. Puffing their shoulders out and bragging about all the illegal activities they partake in. Morty was quite nervous when he spoke with you, like he was savoring every second he could be near you. Him being so flustered and shy made you feel flattered.
“Are you really going to his house after school?” Trisha asked.
“Yeah, why not?” you asked, stabbing at your salad.
“I don’t know he’s just kinda… like strange?” she asked, which made the entire table laugh.
“Not as strange as Brad going back and forth between you and Jessica like he’s test driving a car he might wanna buy. Even once he picks the one he wants, we all know he’ll run it into the ground,” you said, packing your lunch and bag.
They were idiots and you didn’t appreciate the little jab towards Morty. You could tell that it took a lot of him to muster up the courage to talk to you. As someone who also struggled with shyness and social anxiety, it hurt you to see people poke fun at that. You ended up going home early, too worked up to go back to class. Even though you had nerves, that didn’t take away from how excited you were. There were two classes where you sat behind him, at times you wouldn’t pay attention to what was going on. Watching all his nervous little mannerisms, the way he picked at his nails. Or scratched the back of his neck when we were given an assignment he didn’t understand.
Sometimes he’d come to school with a gash above his eyebrow, or a purple tinted bruise under his eye. You liked how he kinda looked sad and tired all the time. It was weird, you weren’t really sure why. It didn’t take long for you to get home. Letting yourself in because your mom and dad were both at work. This worked out great for you, it meant you could take hits of your pen out in the open. Also allowing you to use all the makeup on your moms vanity without her fussing. Time was flying by a lot faster now that you weren’t on campus. This may sound vain but you really want to impress him with your physical beauty.
Ensuring to pay attention to the smallest details, making sure your eyelash glue wasn’t visible. That your concealer wasn’t caking under your eyes. After staring at yourself in the mirror for a while, you drove over. His house was really nice, furnished like a 90’s family movie. Pictures of family and inspirational quotes, very cozy. Morty’s room was nice. He could normally keep it very tidy but, you’d like to think he cleaned it because you were coming over. Different posters scattered about his room, a rug in the middle of the room; made to look like the solar system.
“Have you always been into science?” you asked.
“Uh, no my grandpa is the one who made me into it,” he said, pulling out the chair for you to sit at his desk.
“Oh yeah, Trish was telling me about that. What’s like the craziest thing you guys ever did in space?” you asked, emptying your bag.
“One time Rick was selling this-” he started but you interrupted.
“No, no I meant like you. Not Rick, I wanna know what’s the craziest thing you’ve done,” you clarified.
“I- um well. This one time Rick had to do some business on the citadel, I couldn’t come for w-what ever reason. There’s this, like club/bar thing called the Creepy Morty. It was the first time I snorted kalaxian c-crystals and some crazy shit w-went down,” he said, chuckling a little.
“Oh my god, that sounds like a lot of fun,” you said, opening up your biology book. Pulling out the notes you’d written during class.
“Your writing is so nice,” he said, watching you bend down to get your pink pencil box.
“Thank you, I feel like those were pretty sloppy,” you said, opening the plastic box and revealing a plethora of weed paraphernalia, “Will we get in trouble for smoking here?” you asked, licking the grape flavored wrap.
“B-be my guest,” he said, laughing nervously, “Can you even r-roll with nails?” he asked.
Instead of verbally responding, you just finished rolling. He pointed out how you made the mouthpiece slightly tighter than the rest of it. The fact that he noticed this small detail made you blush. Putting the blunt between your lips, gesturing from him to light it. His hand shook a little as he brought the flame to you. It was surprising to you, watching him take ghost inhales without coughing. The two of you began talking back and forth, just about life and whatever came to mind. Eventually the conversation began to shift, you asking if he had a girlfriend.
“No, w-why would I invite you over if I did,” he laughed.
“Oh so you invited me over for romantic reasons?” you asked, tilting your head up and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling.
“What? No Absolutely- I just…” he began slightly panicking.
“No? Aww that’s too bad,” you said.
“Really?” he asked.
“I mean yeah, I think you’re really cool. I like you alot, I can’t deny that when you asked me to come over I was really excited,” you said, handing him the blunt.
“Holy shit, honestly you don’t understand how good that is to hear,” he said.
“Well now that we both can admit we never really intended on studying, maybe we can watch a movie on my laptop?” you asked.
He of course agreed, now laying on your stomachs. His twin size bed only made for your bodies to be pressed against each other. Watching a horror movie that he suggested. Already 15 minutes in, you were waiting for him to make a move. He was laying on his side, back facing the wall and his elbow was supporting his head . Rubbing your back but keeping a respectful distance from your ass. Eventually he started to wander down, making your back arch involuntarily. You could have sworn he chuckled, to be fair most of your focus was trying to act like it isn't affecting you. Going down past your skirt, his fingertips now against your skin. At first he was just feeling you up, squeezing and groping after a while.
You were happy to be wearing makeup because your face was getting hot. He started to make things more intense, now rubbing the fabric of your panties. You had to bite back a gasp as he traced your slit with his fingers. He curls his leg around yours, spreading your thighs apart. Pulling your panties down and slightly, giving his hand room to spread your wetness around. Pushing his middle and ring finger into you. At first he maintained a slow place, giving you time to stretch around him. Starting to get more desperate, you arch and push yourself down onto his fingers. You were no longer regulating how loud you were being, letting pants and moans out without any shame. Morty noticed this and changed his position. Flipping you from your stomach to your back, pulling your shirt above your chest. He became animalistic once he saw your chest.
Taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Sucking and flicking his tongue as he fucked his finger back into you. Becoming rougher, biting and nipping at your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, not pulling through. Just caressing him, your mind becoming more and more foggy with pleasure. Your legs were trembling and you could feel your orgasm approaching. So could he, prompting him to pull his fingers out and play with your clit. It wasn’t long until you were coming, squirting on his hand. This took him off guard but made him cum in his boxers. Spreading your juices to your chest and slapping your breasts. Splashing the liquid around until you were squirming and reddened. The two of you laid there for a while until you broke the silence.
“Can I do you back?” you asked and he shook his head.
“No I came in my pants,” he said so casually that you couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, started mimicking the way you were moaning. Making both of you giggle yourselves to sleep.
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rick sanchez x gn!reader
you sat on the counter, taking intermittent drags of the purple joint.
"space weed", as rick called it, was your favourite thing he'd ever introduced you to. it was so calming, it made you so relaxed and you couldn't get enough of it.
"hi, babe." rick mumbled as he entered the garage. he spotted the joint and his eyes lit up. "oh, shiiit, gimma a drag-"
he held out his hand, and you went to give it to him, but pulled it away right has he reached for it. you giggled.
"nice try, but this one's mine." you grinned. rick scowled.
"i got you that, you ungrateful-" he growled. you cut him off by blowing smoke in his face.
"c'mere," you smirked, before taking a hit. you gestured for him to get close, and he did, slightly confused. you pressed your lips to his and exhaled slowly.
"shiiit..." he mumbled groggily, inhaling and exhaling the second hand smoke. "gimme another one,,"
"if you wanna kiss me you can just do it, no need for excu-"
rick pressed his lips to yours again, stepping closer to the counter so your knees were pressed to his waist. he pulled away and smirked at your blushing face. he took a hit of the joint, and your eyes widened. he'd taken it from you, mid-kiss.
"asshole."
he grinned. "you know it, hun."
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i am sorry i took so long tumblr user @mycelial-morty... please accept this offering
based off of this post
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can i have you?
Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
Word Count: 1700+
Warnings: Rick Sanchez x F!Reader, age-gap (older man/younger woman), unprotected sex PIV, angst, cunnilingus, fingering, canon typical violence, alcohol
“What’s that?” There’s a look of uneasiness painted on your face, a timid hand pointing at a seemingly dead robot that looks a little too much like Rick, well exactly like Rick, strewn across the garage floor in a puddle of oil.
Rick barely spares a glance over his shoulder before giving a gruff grunt.
“Morty pissed me off. It's a glorified family babysitter while I search for— while I focus on real shit.”
You think you’re gonna throw up. If that. . . thing, has been impersonating Rick for a couple of weeks then—
You can’t help the shriek that passes through your lips. Stomach churning, you don’t acknowledge the sound of glass shattering not 5 feet from where you stand. All you can do is stare at the shiny gold consisting of the robot’s body parts in horror.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Rick had already been in an irritated state like you’ve never seen. 5’o clock shadow, disheveled hair, and his lab coat seemed to be all that was holding him together. The mania had dissipated a couple of days ago, leaving nothing but piss and vinegar behind.
“I fucked that thing.”
You’ve never seen Rick surprised as he slowly turns to face you, brow near his hairline. He’s speechless for the first time since he met you, yet it's gone as quickly as it came. His signature furrowed brow and twitching eye returned.
“What do you mean you fucked it?” It's full of venom. You can see his shoulders tense, white knuckles gripping the edge of the work bench.
All you can do is stare at him, bound and gagged by your own dreadful realization. A beat passes before either one of you moves, Rick springs into action first. A string of explicatives leaves his mouth as he roughly clears the work bench, you cringe at the sound of clattering metal, but do not move. It feels like your feet have grown roots.
It all makes sense now. The soft touches, the kindness, the supportiveness. It couldn’t have been Rick, it wasn’t.
You can’t believe you didn’t realize it was a robot. His hands were cold, which was the only odd thing but Rick is odd. He normally runs like a space heater. You often wake up with all of your blankets on the floor, Rick starfished on the topsheet. He had been more tender though, attentive. You just thought time was changing him, making him softer. It seemed like family was making him more mellow, you thought maybe having you in his life brought out something in him.
The shame and embarrassment washes over you like a flood.
He picks up the robot with ease, throwing it onto the work bench like it weighs less than a feather. You’d be turned on in other, better circumstances. Your thoughts continue to race as Rick searches carelessly through boxes, throwing items over his shoulder at the workbench. He doesn’t seem to care if it hits the robot or not.
Rick attaches what looks like jumper cables to each of the robot's nipples. You snort, instant regret shoots down your spine as Rick throws a glare at you. He presses a button and the robot jerks to life, cringing as he moans through the electrical current flowing through him.
“I thought you let me die, asshole.” He squints at Rick. His eyes widen when he realizes Rick is in no joking mood.
“I programmed you to keep Morty busy not to fuck my gir— not to fuck her!” Rick thumb jabs in your direction, “Now I’m gonna fuck her, and make you watch.”
“Rick.” It's the first word you’ve been able to get out in a minute, the robot quietly sighs to himself during your staring contest with Rick.
“Fine.” It comes out through gritted teeth, and he rips the cables off. The robot jerks as the light leaves its eyes. You feel a little guilty, this somewhat sentient creature dying because of your actions. Then again, Rick programmed it to be him, and it does seem to want to die.
“What?” It's accusatory. Rick can’t believe the look on your face, you fucked a robot not him. Who are you to be on a high horse?
Your mouth is set in a grim line, tension oozes between the two of you. Rick’s chest heaves, he won’t break before you do.
“What exactly was your plan with the robot? You thought I wouldn't initiate sex?” You break, chewing on your lip. Rick’s eyes briefly flicker towards it before meeting yours again. His hands are balled into fists.
“S-sorry I expected you to actually use that thing in your head, you know the brain?” Your mouth falls open at his jab, “Mouth o-open again? Gonna stick the dead robot dick in it, sweetheart?”
There's tears in your eyes. All of the cautious trust you’ve built over the last couple washed away in a matter of seconds. Serves you right, you think.
He takes a swig of his flask, angry eyes betraying the calm demeanor he’s trying to portray. You can’t help it as the tears fall, you watch him soften a bit as you sniffle before the coldness returns.
“Tears d-don’t work on me bab— sweetie, or did the robot fuck you dumb?” You know he’s just being mean because he’s hurt.
It doesn’t make it any less upsetting though. You both stand your ground.
You play it up a little, calling his bluff. Sniffles turn to sobs, you watch as his resolve slowly begins to crumble. He shifts his weight several times before he tosses the flask over his shoulder and moves in your direction.
“C’mere,” his thumbs briefly wipe the tears off your cheeks before his lips meet yours. It’s uncharacteristically soft for him, a little too on brand for the robot. You push the thought to the back of your mind, enjoying how warm his body is pressed against yours.
He gets a little rougher. You gasp as your back hits the work bench, so engrossed in the feeling of his teeth biting your neck you didn’t even notice him guiding you over.
Rick’s hands are gripping your waist so tight you’re sure there’ll be handprint shaped bruises on your hips in the morning. The thought of it makes you moan, and he tenses slightly before continuing his way down your torso.
He gets his hands under your thighs. Calloused hands meet plush skin as he leverages you up on the counter, you yelp as you land on the cold counter.
“Gon–gonna make you forget all about him, sweetheart,” He mutters, rucking the material down your legs. He’s gonna show you how much he cares about you in the only way he can. He stops for a minute to grab you by the nape of your neck and kisses you, really kisses you. He bathes in the soft moans he manages to pull from you between kisses, continuing his previous goal as he bites his way down your neck and chest.
Rick drags your ass to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees. He bites back a curse, his joints too old to be doing shit like that but damn if he wasn’t gonna worship you in a way that matters. Matters to him.
He runs a finger up your slit, savoring how wet you are for him after nothing but a couple kisses. It inflates his ego like you wouldn’t believe.
You mewl as he breaches you, two slender fingers twisting inside you. You arch into his touch, wiggling for as much contact you can milk from him.
“Please, Rick, d-don’t tease,” you plead, his eyes search your face. He curls his fingers up, hitting you where you’re soft and spongy, reveling in the way you melt in his hands. Rick uses his other hand to spread your knees wide. He can’t help the noise that escapes his throat at the sight of you.
He picks up his pace and you squirm, your hips chasing as much pleasure as you can. His cock presses uncomfortably against the seam of his pants as he feels you clench around his fingers. Beads of sweat pepper your hairline as you ride his fingers, becoming more desperate the longer he denies you release.
You practically scream the minute you feel his mouth on your clit. Your orgasm rips through you like a live wire. Your thighs shake, momentarily blacking out as the pleasure overwhelms you.
When you come down, Rick is staring at you intently.
“Can I have you?” It's loaded. You know what he means, he’s asking for permission before continuing but there’s more underneath this time. He might even be more upset than you about the robot fucking, and you know Rick’s no saint. Your lip quivers. His stare never leaves your face.
You nod. He’s on you faster than you can process post-orgasm.
He kisses you again. It's softer this time, one hand holds your jaw softly while the other undoes his belt. He desperately shoves his pants down as if having you will solve all his problems. Maybe it will.
Rick fists himself as he smears his cock against your entrance. You moan, overstimulated and fucked out. He holds himself back, it's not in his nature to go slow. Your hips buck involuntarily as he slides to the hilt, his head drops to your shoulder with a groan.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in without warning, “Bet he didn’t fuck you like this, huh?” He quickens his pace and you grip his shoulders, hips dragging with what little strength you have to meet him.
He thrusts as deep as he can to get you to writhe and whimper.
“C’mon,” He pants, “Just one more for me, honey, I know you can do it.” It's creeping up on you, twisting down your spine. He angles his hips to spear his cock into you just like you need, and it's enough.
Rick’s hips stutter as you clench around him, gripping your hips to deliver the brutal thrusts you need as you ride through your orgasm.
He comes shortly after with a grunt as you flutter along his length.
“I’d have fucked a robot sooner if it meant you’d fuck me like that.”
The glare is worth it.
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Sex Pollen
When Rick accidentally smashes a vial full of potent gas, both him and Y/N become uncomfortably aroused, explicit visions and thoughts plaguing their minds.
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2057 words.
NSFW (18+)
Rough sex, age gap, degradation, praise kink, dumbification if you squint, spanking, marking kink (scratches, biting, hickeys), light restraints, choking, face-fucking, blow job, hair-pulling, multiple orgasms, cream-pies, cunnilingus, fingering, spit play, nipple play.
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The sound of a vial smashing echoes around the garage, your gaze flying towards the source of the noise. From your seat on Rick’s workbench, you see him knelt down hurriedly trying to cover the contents of the vial. “Oh shit.” He exclaims upon seeing the yellow gas beginning to seep through the stained cloth. Wafting through the air, the gas first surrounds Rick before incher closer and closer to your seat. “Rick, what is that?” You ask, your eyes flicking over to your partner who is now hunched over another portion of the workbench with his back to you. His white-knuckled grip on the edge of the bench tightens as a muffled groan emits from his throat.
Turning around, Rick walks over to you, moving your legs apart so he can stand in between them. His hands pull your hips forward, your heat pressed up against his pelvis as you let out a startled gasp. One hand reaches up to your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck as his other hand starts to roam your body, finding all the places he knows makes you weak.
Your core burns with arousal, your breathing coming laboured as lust begins to consume your body. “Sex pollen.” Rick’s voice is strained as he finally speaks, turning to face you. The bulge in his pants is impossible to miss as he tries to suppress another groan of desire. The coil in your stomach tightens, unable to pull your eyes away as the tent in his pants continues to grow. You can feel your arousal begin to leak down the side of your thighs as you make eye contact with him. “Rick- I need you.” You breathe, trying to soothe the undying desire burning through your veins.
The moment the words leave your mouth, Rick crosses the room, smashing his lips into you as he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body flush with his. The two of you were often rough in the bedroom but now the urges in both of you were animalistic, carnal. The hunger for each other, overwhelming. A desperate moan escapes you as he tangles his hand in your hair, pulling your head to the side as his lips attach to your neck. His hips grind into your core, causing more arousal to leak down your thighs as your nails dig into the back of his shoulders. “Fuck, I need you.” Rick groans, his free hand reaching under your shirt to grasp your breasts. “So take me.” You whimper in response as he takes your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A low growl emits from his throat upon hearing your words and within seconds, both of your shirts are thrown across the garage.
His hands expertly unclasp your bra, his tongue licking up in between your breasts as it joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Sucking one nipple into his mouth, your back arches to him as his tongue runs over the hardened bud. His hands reach down to unbuckle your jeans as he switches his attention to your other nipple. Hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties, he pulls the remaining clothing from you. A strained groan escapes him as he sees the layer of arousal glistening down your inner thighs. “Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” He murmurs before dipping his head in between your legs. The tip of his tongue runs up your inner thigh, collecting your arousal. Moans and whimpers fall off your lips as your hands entangle in his hair. Slowly licking further towards your sensitive bud, your body jerks as he finally runs his tongue over it. “Oh- holy shit.” You gasp as he sucks your clit into his mouth, two fingers running over your entrance, teasing you.
Your head flies back, a sinful moan escaping you as he suddenly sinks two digits knuckle deep inside you. The moment he curls his fingers to hit the spongy flesh inside you, you could swear you saw stars. His tongue continues its work on your clit, switching between sucking and licking as he begins to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. Your grip on his hair tightens as he works you closer and closer to orgasm. Already so desperately aroused, it doesn’t take long before your legs begin to shake uncontrollably as you reach the edge of arrival. However, the wave of pleasure never comes, instead you’re left with an empty feeling as Rick stands up, his hands hurriedly working to undo his belt. Dropping his pants to the floor, your core tightens as he finally frees himself from his boxers, his tip leaking with pre-cum. His hands pull your ass to the edge of the bench, his member pressing at your entrance.
Your arousal allows him to slip inside you with ease and the moment he rubs against your sweet spot, your nails dig into his shoulders, a filthy moan escaping you. The pleasure flooding through your body is intense, every muscle in your body spasming as he stretches your walls around him. A deep groan escapes Rick as you clench around him, his dick twitching inside you before he pulls out, roughly slamming back into you. His pace is inhuman, his hands move your hips against him, forcing himself deeper into you with each thrust. “So fucking tight.” He groans as you wrap one hand around the back of his neck, the other grasping at the edge of the bench. Your breasts jiggle with each relentless thrust, pleasure flooding your veins as a string of moans falls from your lips. Leaning forward, he captures your mouth with his, sucking your lower lip between his teeth. Both of you freely moan into each other’s mouth as your tongues intertwine, the coil in your stomach tightening with every buck of his hips.
His nails dig into your hips as he gets closer to his arrival, low groans emitting from his throat. You could barely think straight and as the familiar wave of pleasure crashes over you, your head goes light as your body shakes uncontrollably. Rick’s name falls off your lips in a sinful scream as your nails scratch down his back. A guttural groan escapes him as your body clenches around him, his hips stalling in movement as he reaches his own arrival. Hot liquid coating your walls, his thrusts finally slow down as he draws out both of your highs, chests heaving with each breath. His hands move to rest on your inner thighs as he slowly pulls out of you, cum seeping out of your hole. Dipping his head in between your legs, your body jerks as he runs his tongue from your sensitive clit to your entrance. Slowly pushing his tongue inside you, he gathers his secretion on his tongue. Standing back up, his hand grabs the sides of your neck as he forces you to look up at him. “Open your mouth.”
You were quick to follow his order, holding your tongue out as he spits the mixture of your arousals into your mouth. “Swallow.” Not breaking eye contact, you obey, opening your mouth again to show him. “Such a good slut for me, aren’t you?” He smirks, running the pad of his thumb over your lower lip. All you could do in response is nod, your mind unable to form any words, still recovering from your last orgasm. “On your knees.” He says, stepping back to give you space to get down from the bench. Your knees nearly give out on you, buckling as you stand, your hands gripping for the bench as you try to stabilise yourself. Rick’s hand entangles itself in your hair, pulling your head to face him. “Did you not hear me? Too fucked dumb to understand me, huh? On your fucking knees.” He growls, shoving you down onto your knees as he strokes his throbbing member with his free hand. His grip in your hair pulls you forward as your lips part around him. A low groan escapes him as you suck on his tip, your tongue flattening against him.
Opening your throat, you slowly take the rest of him in. “Such a gorgeous little slut for me, aren’t you darling? Taking all of me down your throat.” He growls, his member twitching in your mouth. You hum in response which earns a low groan from him as his hips buck further into your throat. Slowly drawing himself out, he begins to fuck your mouth, drool beginning to leak from the corners of your mouth. His hand flies down to the back of your head when he hits the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes. “Holy fuck.” He breathes, thrusting harder as you try to fight the urge to gag. Pulling your head back by your hair, he lifts you to your feet, quickly turning you around, your pelvis pressing against the countertop. “Bend over.”
You’re quick to obey, placing your feet outside of his as your chest flattens against the cool metal bench. A harsh slap sounds throughout the room as his hand makes contact with your left asscheek then your right as you jump at the unexpected touch. Lining himself up with your entrance, he pushes himself in, emitting a soft moan from you. “You’re so fucking tight for me, fucking squeezing my cock.” He growls as he begins to slowly thrust into you. A sharp, hot sting spreads over your ass as his hand comes down against it again, causing a string of moans to escape you. You couldn’t manage a response more than that, the new position adding more depth than before as he stretches your walls around him.
Running his hands down your sides, he pushes his chest flush against your back, his mouth attaching itself to the crook of your neck. Gently biting down, he runs his tongue over the indents as he begins to slowly increase the pace of his thrusts. His name falls off your lips in a breathy moan as he begins to suck the sensitive skin on your neck into his mouth, a purple hue spreading over your skin. “That’s it, keep moaning my name for me, remind yourself who you belong to.” He groans as his pace increases yet again. Lifting himself off your back, he grabs for your wrists and pulls them behind your back as he bottoms you out.
Stars begin to cloud your vision as he thrusts up into your sweet spot, your legs beginning to shake. “Fuck, Rick.” You gasp as his hand snakes under your throat, lifting your back up to his chest. His other hand drops your wrists, wrapping around your body as he circles your clit with his index finger. Your head falls back on his shoulder as he continues to thrust up into you, rubbing up against the sensitive flesh inside you as he does. Trailing your hand down his body, your nails scratch along his thigh as he emits a low groan. Your breathing labours further as his teeth gently scrape along your earlobe, feeling another wave of pleasure about to come crashing upon you.
Feeling you begin to squeeze further around him, his thrusts become sloppier, another orgasm approaching him. “Scream my name.” His voice deep with desire, you come undone at those three words. His name escapes you in a pleasured scream, light-headedness flooding your veins as your body writhes uncontrollably. You can feel yourself pulse around him, causing a shuddered groan to escape his lips as his warm secretion covers your walls. His thrusts begin to slow down as he pulls you closer to him, the both of you gasping for air as you come down from your highs.
It’s at this point in time that you’re grateful for Rick supporting most of your weight, your legs struggling to bear weight without buckling. A weary smile pulls at your lips as you feel him peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders. His hands trail down to your hips, gently turning you around to face him before he lifts you back up onto the workbench. Grabbing his lab coat off the floor, he drapes it over your shoulders before pulling on his pants. “Interdimensional cable after I clean this up?” He murmurs, pressing his lips against yours as you nod. “Sounds amazing.”
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I see a lot of you bummed you missed season 7 and/or the marathon on Adult Swim last night, and since I've already been helping a few of you watch it, I've decided to put together a little something for everyone in the fandom on my Google Drive account! Merry Rickmas, all! 🫶
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rose blood | r. sanchez
pairings ; rick sanchez x gn!reader (no use of y/n)
summary ; MAJOR SPOILERS ending of 7x05 (unmortricken) when you try to be there for rick's numb state
genre ; insanely sad angst ;( bit of fluff at the end, established relationship (?) no labels on it but you're close
notes ; i've loved this show for quite so i'm quite surprised i haven't written for r&m sooner. use of curse words
wc ; 0.7k sooo pretty short
"morty, you can’t come! evil morty, stay out of my way! gonna kill my nemesis! rick out!"
that's all you manage to hear as you get down to the basement a couple second too late.
you pause right as you opened the door to his lab.
"wait did rick say he was going after prime?" your eyes widen and you began to tense up at the thought of rick no longer thinking with his head.
you pause your thinking when you see two morty's, your morty and one with an eye-patch.
"-oh hey evil morty, didn't think i'd ever see you here." you simpered
his eyes narrowed, "trust me, theres alot i would've done to avoid being here in the first place."
"you’re an asshole." your morty grumbled
"well, yeah. I’m not “good” morty."
he opens a yellow portal to follow rick you assume.
"come or don’t. i don’t care."
you get snapped out of your haze
"actually, fuck this. if he wants to go out there and get himself killed he can be my guest." you quickly turn you head and leave the basement sublevel.
you're not his babysitter, but you're still a little worried for the old man. It's not everyday you finally find the person who killed your daughter and wife.
you quickly head up to his room and try to collect all of your thoughts
you begin pacing around the room as your heart rate picks up
rick found prime, morty and evil morty followed him, is evil morty going to kill prime or rick?, why is evil morty even there?, and is this all a trap?
to distract yourself, you take a nap on his bed cot to just put a pause on everything for now.
sure it's uncomfortable, but it'll do
your quick 30 minute napped turned into three hours and you wake up in a sweaty, thirsty daze.
you walk into the kitchen, greet beth and grab a bottle of water
you walk into the garage in time to see rick and morty just back from their battle
morty smiles and waves at you
"crazy fucking day today haha, jeez."
you gave him a light smile and ruffled his hair
once he was out of the room you got a good look at rick and your smile immediately dissipated.
he look disheveled, covered in a shit-ton of blood (a mixture of his and prime's) a broken nose, black eyes, and scratches littering his body
that didn't phase you, what did was the emotionless look on his face
he turned to you, but it didn't look like he was fully there.
"rick," your voice is tight
you don't even know how to articulate yourself, you've never seen him like this.
"that's a lot of blood." you awkwardly chuckle.
"yeah," his voice is toneless.
you quickly reach out to hold his hand, but the quick flinch withheld you.
"well, what are you gonna do now?"
he just looked up from the floor and shrugged his shoulders.
"i can stay, if you want."
he stays silent
you quickly move to sit on the floor against his counters and you pat the space next to you.
he moves to sit next to you and closes his eyes in the comfortable silence.
you move to rest your head in his chest and kiss the parts of his hand without any blood on them while intertwining them with yours.
"i'll stay right here with you, rick. you don't have to be alone."
you hear his body shake as he tries to quietly but violently cries into your hair.
you turn to hold him in your arms as you let the sobs turn into sniffles and then into stuttering breaths.
he grabs onto you like he'll lose you at any moment, and you kiss his tears away while whispering "we're okay," and "i'm not going anywhere."
"can we stay like this for a little?" he quietly rasped out
your mouth curved into a smile "of course, but after this we should get you cleaned up." you open your eyes to stroke his cheek and lock lips.
#rick and morty x reader#rick sanchez#rick c137#rick sanchez x reader#rick sanchez x you#unmortricken#rick and morty fanfiction#rick sanchez fanfic#rick sanchez x y/n
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No thought, head full of Rick
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Yandere ! Prime Rick x Reader
i forgor who requested this but HERE I AM WEEKS LATER !! INM SORRYY
srry if theres spelling errors. i didn’t have time to edit -n-
Prime Rick who loves to dance around you. Once he knows he wants you, he’ll either do two things kidnap you immediately and play mind games with you, mentally torturing you and tiring you out.
Or he’ll watch you from afar, playing with you sense of deja vu. Rick will have you thinking your seeing things and questioning whether or not someone is following you.
Prime Rick doesn’t see you as a person More so as a trophy and an object. Something to toy around with, or something pretty to look at.
Prime Rick can be pretty cold at times. He completely disregards how you feel. If you scream or shout at him, he’ll just ignore you or leave you alone. Worst case, he’ll get rid of you.
Prime Rick doesn’t feel like he needs any permission to do anything. You could be minding your own business watching inter-dimensional cable, when Prime grabs you and forces you to do whatever he wants.
Affection with Rick is erratic and random, sometimes he’ll be gentle with you and other times rough. Other times he could leave you alone and if you try to hug him or anything he’ll just push you away
Prime Rick is very flirty and sexual with you. Often making suggestive comments out of the most random things with you. If he’s feeling touchy or possessive enough, he might just hold you tightly and force you into his lap.
Prime Rick loves to hug you from behind. It gives him so much control of you and he loves to feel your body up and down. sometimes randomly , he’ll surprise you and bite your neck, making you all read and yelpy. He finds it cute when you are flustered, shocked, and very embarrassed. He LIVES to see reactions out of you.
If Prime Rick feels playful enough, he’ll just randomly poke you or touch you in a sensitive spot, just to see you jump. He’ll look at you like a person who Awww’s at a dog who just rolled over and kiss you.
While you hated being kidnapped by Rick, things aren’t always so boring. If you really behave yourself and do whatever Rick wants you to, he might take you on his adventures. Most likely a small, non dangerous adventure. for the sake of protecting you from harm and just being jealous that anyone can lay eyes on you. Rick will be much more possessive of you during adventures. He won’t allow you to move more than 3 feet away from him. Don’t even bother trying to use this as an escape plan. Rick 100% has trackers on you at all times, and can catch up to you very quickly.
Prime Rick would definitely put you in simulation. Just to fuck with you, making you think you had a chance at escaping or seeing your family again. When he shuts it down, laughing at you hysterically like he didn’t just mentally destroy you, he would just pat you on the back cooing and mocking you. Rick would tease you saying it was a “Woaaahhhahaha! Good try there , sugar!”
You were horrified into thinking rick was going to punish you for even having the IDEA of escape in your mind but all he did was laugh and “give you points” for your character. You felt sick that he saw you as some sort of character to some game, and he was the player. 
Unfortunately escape is just impossible. You can’t beat his genius or his technology. Managed to get away? Rick just has a tracker on you. Trying to get ahold of your friends ? He’ll already be right there waiting for you to see them, just to kill them in front of you. Unless you want to stay alive , it’s best to just accept where you are. Otherwise, if your too much trouble, Prime rick would just realize your not worth the trouble and get rid of you.
#rick sanchez x reader#rick and morty#x reader#yandere x reader#yandere#rick sanchez#prime rick#weird rick#prime rick x reader#c 137#rick c137#rick prime
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Are you open to requests rn?? Bc if you are, may I pls request Rick Sanchez with interdimensional traveling bf?? If your requests are closed feel free to discard this! Thank you
Rick Sanchez with an interdimensional travelling bf!
rick is used to being the only one who can, so when you have it mastered as well? he doesnt take it well. hes terrified that your gonna supass him so in true rick fashion, he immeditly takes his young grandson to try and kill you.
your just taking a moment, taking a nice drink when some old grandad lunges at you, you dont now why or how hes here. but you fight anyway.
ricks fighting to the death so you flee, hes prepared. you're not.
enemies to loversssss
you begin preparing for rick now, your device is effecient and working. your equipment is leathal and your so ready for this grandad.
rick and morty are getting ice cream when you walk out of your own portal and kick rick into a wall.
you kick the shit out of one another until morty drags him home.
you could chase him to his home, threaten the family. but you dont. in some sad way ricks given you purpuse, so you let him go and wait for him to returm the favour.
It's like peter griffin and that Chicken man
after a few months it feels less like a fight to the death and more like a hangout between friends
youll ask him about how Beths doing as you nearly break his jaw, he asks you about your local bar before hurtling you through a window. its carthatric
one day, your having you usaul "hang outs" but ricks clearly pissed that day, and slices open your abdomen with a lazer.
he freaks
your ears are back up and running long before you can crack open your eyes. your drifting in a sort of haze. the pleasent buzz almost drowns the conversation you still cant see. "your boyfriend has received severe abdomen damage, Doctor Ajsdhswfhasjdkfhvh, its confident that they will recover soon."
"he better. now fuck off." his voice is even more hoarse then usual and he sounds... nearby. ricks here. hes with you. he hasnt left.
your eyes blearily open, and a tired grin breaks open your face. "you didnt deny it, rick."
the scientist practically jumps a foot in the air, before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck."yay. your alive. i wanted your shit- what?"
your grin grows impossibly wider. you've done many things to Rick, reigned hell on his life. but making him nervous? That's a first. even your most elaborate traps he figures out in moments. "he called me your boyfriend, you didnt deny it."
"fuck off, i liked you better asleep."
"i love you too, Rickie."
he pauses eyes wide and he just looks at you. searching your face for any hint of a lie or cruel joke. when he finds nothing he speaks. "who wouldn't? now move up in that bed," you raised a brow and rick scoffed. "Don't get your dick all excited its easier to see interdimensional cable this way. if you gonna be such a fuck-"
your hands to grip his lab coat. touch soft rather than cruel. silently begging for him to stay, you don't like hospitals and he knows that. he knows everything. his bony hands hold your cheek and the movement leaves you breathless, hands that are built for harm. healing. healing you, just you.
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sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted but I got caught up lmao. feel free to request though. its always fun to write for yall and I love hearing your ideas. yall so creative. :)
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Rick C137 x Reader dating Headcanons!
This one is for the Rick simps! I usually don't do stuff like this, buttttt I like making headcanons soooo, also all of these are sfw! I don't think I'll do NSFW unless it's like- by super popular demand- But I doubt it.
I feel like he would be a very jealous person, if he saw you hanging out with some other person, he would start getting possessive and would probably throw a sulking fit, then when you ask him he won't tell you, but it would be obvious why. He's like a giant man-child sometimes, in canon he's a very jealous person
He would be very physically affectionate with you, but he would probably tense up whenever it's returned, he's not uncomfortable with you or anything, he's just autistic as hell and is uncomfortable with physical touch in general.
He would be pretty protective of you, he's just protective about people he cares about in general. But there's also the added paranoia of what happened with Diane. He would kill anyone who touches you, and would badly hurt anyone who DARES to insult you. He's a weeee bit overprotective.
He would really value your time together, and his love language would be a mix of quality time and acts of service, he would just want to spend a lot of time with you, and would do nice things for you, but he would downplay it like it's no big deal, even when he does big gestures.
He would definitely call you names like baby, sugar, etc.
He would definitely be a bad influence, like if you said that you'd prefer not to drink, he would probably be like "C'monnnn baby, don't be lame." and would do stuff like that.
He would be extra affectionate when drunk, since he has less filter when he's drunk.
Whenever you cancel a date, no matter how good of a reason you may have, he would be EXTREMELY salty, he really values quality time and would be super sulky and stuff.
He would probably wanna take you on adventures but would leave you out of more dangerous ones, since he cares about your safety, even though he'd probably be bad at showing it.
He would probably want to cuddle and stuff, but wouldn't want you to cuddle back, because, as mentioned before, he likes giving physical touch, but doesn't like receiving it because he's autistic and we love him for it :)
He has a massive soft spot for you, and you're probably the only person he would act soft around since he's less guarded when it comes to his romantic interests
He would have trouble showing appreciation, but he does love and appreciate you, he's just not ok. He would also have trouble apologizing, even if he screwed up royally, but he would feel guilt at times, but probably wouldn't at others
He would sometimes go on weird, unhinged rants, for example, if he ever proposes to you, it would definitely be in an unhinged, but weirdly sweet rant, and you would probably feel flattered and terrified at once.
He would definitely say "Rick and [Your name] 100 years!" Since he says that in canon when it comes to his favorite people [Morty, Birdperson]
His flirting would get explicit pretty quickly, it'd be fine if you guys were alone, but he definitely would do it in front of your family and friends and stuff, either because he doesn't realize that that wouldn't be the time, or he simply doesn't care, your pick.
He would rarely, if ever compliment you, not because he doesn't love you, but because he's like physically incapable of showing affection through words, because he's traumatized and we love him for it.
He wouldn't say "I love you." a lot, because he has trouble with love due to *cough* Diane *cough* but he would show that he loves you, in his own unique way.
If he ever moves in, he wouldn't put in any work or do any cooking, he'd just be extremely lazy and would probably leave dirty laundry and beer cans everywhere.
He would be uncomfortable with PDA if you initiate it, but he would probably initiate it at times
You'd be the only person (Besides like, Morty) who can calm down when he's upset.
You'd be the only person who can talk him out of doing stupid and dangerous things.
#rick sanchez#rick and morty#rick c137#rick#and#morty#rick x reader#Rick x reader headcanons#kinda ooc post?#But it still has to do with Rick and Morty sooo
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Woodstock 1999
Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader
Summary: After attending a house party, thrown by your friend Summer, you end up meeting Rick. While making small talk, you tell him about the Woodstock 99' documentary that you had just seen and that you wish you could have seen Korn from that festival. Rick is confident that you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself in a crowd like that. When you disagree, Rick tries to call your bluff. By taking you to an alternative reality where Woodstock 99 is taking place.
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You were sweeping the floors, finishing up your shift at the grocery store you worked at. It was Thursday and the store had been relatively quiet for most of the night. Only a couple more customers were wandering the isles, picking up last-minute items.. You were pretty tired, this started as a summer job but you ended up keeping it throughout the school year. It was nice to have extra money for clothes and outings with your friends, it almost made up for how depleting work was. You heard the assistance bell ring from the register, which prompts you to run over. You were pleasantly surprised to see Summer and her mom, you share most of your classes with the redhead. She has actually spent the night at your house a couple of times and vice-versa. You give her a quick mom and start scanning her items. Her mom was going on and on about how all the bottles of wine were for a family event, you looked over at Summer who was rolling her eyes. You held back a chuckle and continued to make polite conversation with Beth. After you bagged their groceries, Beth walked back to the car but Summer stayed back to talk.
“So obviously the family event thing was a lie but I am throwing a party tomorrow while my parents are doing this couple retreat thing. You should totally come,” Summer said.
“Yeah that sounds really fun, did you already invite half the school?” you joked while wiping down the counter.
“A lot of people are coming, yeah, but it’ll still be fun,” she said.
“Yeah for sure, do you want me to bring anything?” you asked.
“Just your hot ass and maybe a bottle would be cool. My mom is calling. I got to go but I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said while walking away.
Normally a house party isn’t really your scene but you were feeling kinda excited. For the past two months, you’ve been in a bit of a funk. Only going to school and work, not feeling up to doing your make-up most days, and dressing pretty bummy. You felt like a good party would break you out of that. Summer and you had a lot of mutual friends so you knew you would have company no matter what. You checked out the last customer and locked the door behind them. You grabbed some stuff for your lunch tomorrow and two bottles of Red Berry Ciroc. The store was owned by an older gentleman who sadly had dementia, his 29-year-old son now runs the store. As long as you gave him an extra ten for each bottle you bought he would look the other way when it came to age. You took an Uber home and immediately got in the shower. Scrubbing all the sweat off your body and lathering your hair in shampoo as Molly Kate Kestne’s Prom Queen blasted through a speaker. You stayed in the hot water until you felt at risk of passing out. You give your mom a kiss on the cheek, wishing her a good night before going to your bedroom. After turning on Jersey Shore as background noise, you fall asleep in your towel; completely worn out by your school and work week.
When you woke up, you were surprised that you slept through the night considering you didn’t get too comfortable before falling asleep. You were feeling extremely well-rested, it wasn’t until you were halfway done with your hair that you remembered about Summer’s party. You were super excited, you had this Saturday off which meant you didn’t have to worry about having a hangover. You throw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and start gathering things into your book bag. Once you got to school, you couldn’t stop counting down the hours until you could leave. It felt like years had gone by once it was finally time for lunch. You were sitting with a group of friends who were all talking about Summer’s party. Maybe it’s because you have a job but your friends seem a lot less mature over these past couple of months. It seemed like if it wasn’t posted or extremely extra then it didn’t happen. I don’t know, it just felt like they did everything for shock value or clout. You thought it was weird how upset they would get if they didn’t look good in a video of them taking a shot or not taking a picture with the blunt before it was smoked. Sometimes you wish you could record how they act during those times and show them later. You pick at your salad, tuning out of their conversation until the bell rings.
Once the last period ended you bolted out of the front doors and made your way home. You flat ironed your hair and started applying a bit of makeup. Rummaging through your closet, you ended up wearing a tube top and a pair of baggy cargo jeans. You grabbed one of the biggest purses you could find grabbed a tee-shirt and wrapped the two vodka bottles in a way that avoids any clanking sound. Your pen, make-up bag, charger, and a couple of other items. You end up walking to Summer’s house seeing that it’s only a 20-minute walk. When you got there, the sun was just barely setting and teenagers were flocking to the house. The house was practically shaking due to how loud the music was. When you walked in you practically had to wave a cloud out of your face. Summer immediately noticed you when you walked in and came over to greet you.
“Hey! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you came!” Summer said.
“Yeah me too, I needed this really bad. Also.. here are those bottles,” you said, taking the vodka out of your purse.
“Wow, I didn’t think you were gonna bring anything. I’m gonna chill these,” she said, grabbing the bottles and leading you into the kitchen. When you walked in Rick was leaning against the countertop. She shoved the bottles deep into the freezer, in hopes of speeding up the process.
“If you can’t drink -burp- the liquor at room temperature you’re probably not mature enough to be drinking at all,” Rick said, taking a swig from his flask.
“What if we just prefer it chilled? Just because you can doesn’t mean you shouldn’t” you point out.
“Yeah, Grandpa and after I smoke I don’t like the way hot ass liquor feels on my throat,” Summer said, closing the fridge door.
“Doesn’t matter whether your liquor is cold or hot, your party is gonna suck since you put a ban on any of my friends coming. Seems a little like bigotry in my opinion,” Rick said.
Summer ignored him and led you to her bedroom where a girl from your school Tricia Lange was packing a bowl. You asked Summer if it was okay to leave the party unattended. She joked ‘That’s what Morty is for’ which made you and Tricia laugh. She offered you greens which flattered you, after cornering the bowl you handed it to Summer. Coming off a two-week tolerance break, the weed was hitting you fast and hard. You tilted your head up and blew the smoke up into the air. Tricia complimented you on how pretty you looked which made you blush because.. hello its Tricia Lange, one of the hottest girls in your grade. You guys were making small talk when Summer pulled out a pink crystal and started crushing it into a fine powder.
“What is that?” you asked.
“It’s a Kalaxian crystal, it’s pretty mild like snorting molly kinda,” Summer said, lining up the power.
“I.. don’t know about that,” you said looking at the powder suspiciously.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about it showing up on a drug test or anything. It’s not detectable with Earth’s drug tests,” Tricia said, setting her hand on your shoulder.
“No, well that’s good to know actually but imma need to see you take a bump before I do,” you said.
“You humor me,” Summer said, using a hundred-dollar bill to snort the powder, her eyes turning a baby blue.
Summer passed the tray to Tricia who mimicked her action. Your heart was racing as her manicured hands passed the tray over to you. Not wanting to come off as a prude, you took the rolled-up bill into your hand and brought it up to your nose. You sniffed the powder into your nose and coughed a little because the taste was so foreign. The two girls lead you downstairs where the party is now packed and a bit unhinged. Couples making out against any available wall space they could find, groups of people who were surrounding a person smoking out of a gravity bong. Drugs by Lil Aaron was blaring out of several speakers, drowning out almost every other sound. The three of you were dancing together in the living room with several of your peers. You were feeling so euphoric and magical; like you could float off the ground if you really tried. It was then that Summer reminded you of the Ciroc bottles that were in the freezer. All three of you took a shot and cringed as it went down. Summer and Tricia left to go to the bathroom leaving you in the kitchen. You were pretty intoxicated at this point and started to wander. You end up in the garage, where Rick is sitting at his workstation.
“Out!” he barked which caused you to jump and gasp due to how loud and aggressive he sounded, he didn’t even look up.
“S-sorry I -which way..” you started but Rick got up and walked over to you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up.
“I told Summer to stop giving K-Crystals to her little friends,” he said, seeing the effects from your eyes. You looked over a noticed he had a Woodstock 99’ ticket pinned onto his wall.
“You -hiccup- went to Woodstock 99? You- you’re so lucky you got to see Korn from that crowd,” you slurred without breaking eye contact. He laughed and let go of your chin and walked back to his workstation.
“Did you actually go?” you asked, walking over to him.
“I thought I said to get out earlier,” he said.
“I have selective hearing,” you said, picking up a screwdriver.
“I’m lost, is that supposed to be my problem?” he said.
“Well it -burp- if you really wanted it to be,” you giggled.
“Yeah as much of a catch as you are, I think I’ll pass,” he laughed.
“Oh please I bet I’d be the best pussy you’ve had in months,” you laugh but quickly change expressions as Rick stands up and towers over you.
“Do you really think that you would be an unachievable fantasy to me? Like I’m some sad old stockbroker who has to rely on naivety to get laid? Don’t insult me,” Rick said, taking a sip of his flask without stepping away.
“Your shirt -hiccup- looks so soft, imagine if we could have gone to Woodstock together. You’re so tall that I wouldn’t have to worry about guys reaching up and groping me and I would have the most amazing view of some of the coolest bands of all time,” you said, feeling your high slowly start to come down. He smirked at you before turning around locking the garage door and opening a portal, dragging you through it.
“What- where are we going?” you asked confused, adjusting your eyes to the suddenly sunny skies.
“To call your bluff. There’s no way you could last here, it was kinda a shit show if you didn’t know,” he said.
“I know, I watched the documentary on Netflix,” you said very matter-of-factly.
It took your eye a couple of minutes for them to adjust but once they did, you couldn’t deny you were a little taken back. There really was a lot of nudity and white-boy aggression. You hoped Rick didn’t notice, but every once in a while, you would look behind you to make sure he was nearby. The first thing you wanted to do was get to the airbrush body paint station. You wanted Korn written across your chest in black and pink. At this point, the high of the K-Crystals was completely worn off and all you wanted was a hit of something. It was then you realized you still had your purse, you blindly reached your hand in until you felt your hand hit the cold metal of the battery. Your mouth begins salivating as bring the cart to your lips and take a long drag, blowing it up in the air. You take a couple more drags and notice that the artist has stopped. When you looked down he was just looking up at you. He was probably in his early 30s and had a 90s haircut that was short and spiked with blonde tips. Without breaking contact take another drag and exhale as you speak.
“Sorry, did you want a hit?” you asked playfully, looking over at Rick who was smirking with his arms crossed, evaluating the situation. The guy airbrushing you looked up at Rick who started to speak.
“You know you didn’t come across to me as one of those girls who have nipple piercings,” Rick said.
“Yeah I know, they’re hot right?” you asked to adjust the one that didn’t have any paint on it yet; they were bars with a chain that supported a pink bedazzled saturn charm.
“So uh, Maria is gonna finish up our piece cool?” he said, getting up before either of you could respond which caused both of you to chuckle.
After you were finished up with the body painting tent you made your way to the main stage. Hundreds of teens and young adults were making their way to the exact same location. It was weird because even though you knew what was going to happen, you were still bubbling with anticipation. Rick laughed and mocked you because he knew you had seen exactly what happened and still bubbled with suspense and excitement. When you asked Rick if you could actually sit on his shoulders he didn’t say anything, only nodding in agreement. You were trying to pry about the first time he ever experienced this but he would always give you a bullshit excuse like he was too wasted to remember. As you walked, guys kept approaching you, trying hard to keep conversation. You tried to be polite and at least slow down as you respectfully deny their advance. You even stopped a couple of times but Rick would gently bump into you with his body from behind to keep you walking. Once you got into the crowd, Rick took the arm and pressed his body to your back. He started guiding and shaving his way through the front of the sea of people while having his arms raised, protecting you from the crowd.
Normally if someone was being more polite it would have taken forever to make their way to the front. Rick however wasn’t sparing any feelings as he pushed and shoved. As you people watched, you couldn’t help but take in how different people were in the 90s. One of the biggest things that tripped you out was seeing how different the hair and make-up were of the girls around you. Super thin eyebrows, a thick eyeliner waterline with clumpy mascara. Your lashes were huge and your nails were so long, it felt like everyone was staring at you. Most of the hair extensions were god-awful but you gave them a pass considering this was a festival. The cameras were so retro-looking and looked bulky on the crew’s shoulders. Rick pulled a plastic baggie of pink powder from his lab coat. You assumed these were the same crystals you smoked earlier so didn’t think twice when snorting your fair share. Only later to find out that it was actually Molly, normally you’d be freaking out but I mean… You were in an entirely different dimension. Seemed kinda late for that. Once the intro started, Rick bent down slightly allowing you to sit on his shoulders. You could feel the energy of the crowd growing. It was almost like your heartbeat was getting more intense as the music’s rhythm began picking up.
A camera was coming closer to you, you blew it a kiss and then took a drag of your pen. It could have been because of the drugs but you felt like you were so high in the air, you could see the top of everyone’s head.; like you were a skyscraper. You were truly having the time of your life, it was nice being able to be carefree. Being able to get as wasted or naked as you wanted knowing you had someone to take care of you. You were gently running your fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little bit. You leaned down and whispered into the top of his head,
“Thank you for taking me here, this is amazing,” you said.
He didn’t reply, just ran his hands up and down your leg, starting at your knees and ending at your ankles. You were feeling accomplished that he didn’t get the chance to call your bluff as he put it. When Korn wasn’t playing you could barely hear yourself think over how loud the crowd was. You couldn’t tell if Rick was mad or just concentrating. After a while, you were getting overstimulated by everything going on around you. You asked Rick if you guys could head home, and he opens a portal directly underneath you guys, dropping the both of you back into a garage. You grab the extra tee shirt from your bag and throw it over your body.
“Thanks, we should do it again sometime,” you said before exiting the garage to find summer.
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18+, minors dni!!!! nsfw ahead
loves playing with your hair. loves loves loves when you put your head in his lap and he can run his hands through your hair
rough and sloppy kisser. this man does not know how to kiss gently or sweetly
pet names like baby, bunny, sugar,,,
lovessss having you on his lap, it's such a power rush for him. your ass against his thighs,,, hands on your hips,, mm
if you ever go on missions, that man is protecting you with his LIFE
not a huge pda guy, more of a 'i want everyone to know this is MY baby', so he's v handsy 24/7. always has a hand on your back, shoulder, waist, ass
loves to smoke w u
surprisingly good at first aid. you hit your knee on a table? he simultaneously holds an icepack on your knee while turning the table to ash
loves when u wear his clothes, especially his labcoat
will literally make or get you anything you ask for, but won't give it to your in person. he simply leaves for you to find.
exclusively big spoon. only holds.
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Rick and Morty X F!Reader | S1E6
Episode Name- Rick Potion #9
Word Count- 4,398
Morty and I stand around at our lockers at school, I scroll on my phone as he gets his stuff. Principal… Vagina speaks overhead on the intercom. Man, our school is a joke.
“Principal Vagina here, don't let the name fool you, I'm very much in charge, reminding you that tonight is our annual flu season dance. I don't know how many times I have to say this but if you have the flu, stay home, the flu season dance is about awareness, not celebration. You don't bring dead babies to Passover.”
I find myself snickering at what probably wasn’t meant to be a joke. I look up at the sound of Morty slamming his locker shut to look over at Jessica, whom her friends had just approached. He doesn’t look in my direction, but I know what he’s going to do- god that idiot needs to stop trying to get with her, it’s so sad to watch.
“Ohhh. Okay, here we go.” I hear him psych himself up, I should stop him. Butttt, sad or not it’s entertaining. He walks over to her nervously. “H-Hey, Jessica, uhh-”
“What's up, Morty?” She greeted before sneezing. Morty stutters again but Brad doesn’t give him the chance to respond. He swings Jessica behind him with his arm, I scoff audibly.
“What are you doing?” He butts in, already up in Morty’s face. I push myself off the locker to stand near Morty.
“Ummm…” Morty stammered.
“Wait, wait. Were you about to talk... to her?” Brad points to Jessica.
“Well, I mean, I was thinking about it.”
“Dude-” Brad taps Morty’s chest, “stay in your league! Look at how hot she is! You don't see me going to a bigger school in a wealthier district and hittin' on their prettiest girl!” Jessica sighs and lets Brad lead her away, I hear her sarcastically mutter.
“Gee, thanks, Brad.”
“I throw balls far. You want good words, date a languager.” Brad yaps as he walks off with Jessica. At least she seemed, happier talking to Morty? I guess? I wrap my arm around Morty, grinning at him.
“Oh don’t worry about it too much, Morty. She’ll dump him soon enough after she’s done with his bullshit.”
“W-well that’s easy for you to say. I don’t want her later, I want her now- so I can go to the dance with her!” He sighs. He does make a good point, I shrug at him.
“Be realistic! There is no way you can make her like you right now. Can we go now?”
“Fine, fine.” He swats my arm off as we go to class.
. . .
I follow Rick into the kitchen as he gets something to drink, Dad stands behind the counter making a complex sandwich while Morty sits solemnly in front of him, with a plate of cookies.
“...I remember feeling that way about a young lady named your mom, and that's not an urban dis, your mom was my Jessica. I remember the first time I saw her, I thought…”
“--I should get her pregnant, then she'll have to marry me” Rick interjects as he grabs a glass and opens the fridge, I walk over to Morty and steal a cookie. He’s too sad to care, score!
“I beg your pardon, Rick, inappropriate.” Dad warned as he pointed to Morty and I.
“Sorry, please proceed with your story about banging my daughter in high school,” Rick rolled his eyes, “I'm not sure you want to take romantic advice from this guy, Morty, his marriage is hanging from a thread.”
“My marriage is fine, thank you.” Dad replied defensively, turning around fully to Rick as he walked up.
“Jerry, it's your house, whatever you say it is is how it is, but I think a blind man could see that Beth is looking for the door. I barely have a reason to care and even I noticed.”
“Rick that’s harsh,” I add, Morty tacks on.
“Come on, Rick, don't talk about our parents like that.”
“Listen, Morty, I hate to break it to you, but what people call "love" is a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard, Morty, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it, your parents are gonna do it. Break the cycle, Morty. Rise above. Focus on science. At least your sister isn’t pinning over a rando anymore.” Rick monologued before leaving the room with his juice. As much as I like to be the better sibling I am still pinning, but at least not to Morty’s level. Don’t know if I should be disappointed or proud of his tenacity. The silence drags out as Dad walks over to us.
“Alright, well, I'm gonna go get dressed for the dance.” Morty said awkwardly before leaving his seat. Dad looks at me awkwardly.
“Yeah, I'm just going to...check on your mom.” He walks off too, both of them leaving me alone in the kitchen.
“And they both left perfectly good food.” I comment at the discarded cookies and sandwich, I ponder skipping the dance and just sitting here but Morty shouldn’t suffer alone.. I guess. I finish up the cookies while I wait for Morty to finish getting ready.
Once he’s out of our room I take the chance to get ready myself. I sit on my side of the room, taking my time to get dressed. I don’t care about this dance but I might as well look nice. Besides, maybe Olivia will be there. I’m not a big dress person but I put on an old one that Summer had, I could almost hear her when she gave it to me. ‘What and you’re so skinny then? Fine! You have it then, I don’t care!’, and then she ran out of the room crying. It wasn’t my fault, she asked how it looked on her and I said snug- oh. Yeah, I see why, oops. My dilemma ends when I realize I had zoned out thinking about that memory and now I’m ready.
I walk to Rick’s garage, knowing that’s where Morty probably was, and I was right. My face dropped as I saw Morty as he was starting to zip his fly down, Rick was leaned over a machine near him with his back towards me. Morty gives me a dumbfounded face, I scrunch mine up in aversion.
“Am I interrupting, or???” I ask cautiously, Morty pulls it back up.
“Rick needed DNA.” He shrugs and Rick shakes his head before turning back to Morty.
“A hair, Morty, I needed one of your hairs! This isn't Game Of Thrones.” He plucks a hair from Morty. Morty shrieked quietly as Rick plucked a strand off his head. He shoves the hairpiece into the machine which deposits an orangey substance into a flask.
“What is this for exactly?” I question while walking to take a better look.
“Your brother wanted to make a love potion, so I used the oxytocin from voles combined with his DNA to concoct this.” Rick picks up the flask, handing it to Morty. “Alright, Morty, whoever you smear this stuff on will fall in love with you, and only you, forever. Ya happy now, Morty?” He walks away to sit back on his desk.
“Heck yeah! Thank you, Grandpa Rick!” Morty cheered as he took the potion happily. “Hey there's no dangers or anything or side effects, right?”
“Www.. what am I, a hack?! Go nuts, Morty, it's full proof.”
“Are you sure, Rick? Positive that nothing will go wrong? No small tiny details?” I push. Knowing Rick there has got to be something iffy about this. You can’t just mess around with love that delicately. Morty tugs on my arm as Rick turns back over.
“W-what are you going to doubt Rick’s invention? Let’s go! Jessica is waiting for me!” Morty frowned as he pulled me out of the room. Oh boy.
. . .
“This isn’t a good idea Morty!” I insist as we walk around the dance looking for Jessica.
“Shh! You’re just jealous… Oh! There she is!” Morty smiled. He pulled the potion out and smeared it on his hands. I sigh and accept he’s going to do this. I instead glance around the gym. It was decently packed, who knew a dance about flu prevention would have no physical aspects to enforce flu prevention? Eh, our school is a shithole anyway. Oh no, our school is a shithole. I can already feel myself worrying about catching the flu again, sure I have the shot, but these kids probably have an advanced strain that’ll mutilate my immune system. I wonder how many people have already spread it around.
“Hey there, Jessica” Morty reaches Jessica, pretending to trip as he smears the potion on her exposed arm. “Whoops!”
She turns around, I can see the change in her demeanor as she grabs him close to her.
“Omigod, Morty. You look really nice tonight.”
“O-Wow, thanks!”
“I love you, Morty. I love you so much it burns!” I cringe as she starts caressing his face.
“Oh, man. I love you too, Jessica!” Morty smiled like an idiot up at her while Brad shoved in between the two.
“Is this punk bothering you, Jessica?!”
“Leave him alone, jerk!” Jessica hissed as she lost her shit. She gets up in Brad’s face aggressively. “I'm in love with him! He's more man than you will ever be!” She sneezes into his face. Yeah, sure she’s trying to defend Morty, but she could have at least covered when sneezing.
Brad’s face contorts a little before merging into remorse, surprisingly. He sighs.
“Aw man, Morty, ugh, I'm really sorry.”
“Oh, well, no problem Brad.” Morty replied, equally confused as I am. I see him glance over at me and I shrug in return.
“There's somethin' special bout you, somethin' special.” Brad hugs Morty before squeezing his ass. Something’s not right here.
“Whoa, take it easy!” Morty shouted as he pushed Brad off. Jessica grabs Morty’s left arm, narrowing her eyes at Brad.
“Get your hands off of him!” She screeched.
“Back off I'm trying to be with my man!” Brad shouted back before Principal Vagina and Mr. Goldenfold pull him off.
“That's enough Bradley. We don't want you injuring your ball-throwing arm.” Principal Vagina said as they dragged Brad off.
“Never leave me, Morty, never.” Jessica pulls Morty with her and I grab him. I see her glare daggers at me.
“Morty, you need to end this now. I have a bad feeling.” I whisper to him in a hushed voice. I overhear Brad's calling out for Morty as he’s brought out of the gym. “See?” Morty gives me a nervous look before Jessica intervenes.
“You have a problem, bitch?!” She gets in my face, pushing Morty behind him. “You want him too?! You can’t have him! You can never have him– or take him away from me.”
“Jesus Christ Jessica no I do not want to… take Morty away from you, I just want to talk to him.”
“LIAR!” She shouted before grappling me.
“Jessica stop it!” I hear Morty protest, and other students look at us strangely. I throw Jessica to the ground but she immediately stands up, running at me like a madman. Okay why is it always Morty getting us into these situations, I can’t even go a week peacefully. But I’m his sister, so today cannot be the day where I start ditching him. So of course, I square up.
. . .
Jessica ends up shoving me into the crowd, and one of her friends catches me. She fucking growls at me before turning back to Morty. She pushes herself up against him.
“Do it, Morty. Do it. Rip my clothes off and mate with me for life!”
“Jessica, get a hold of yourself!” The friend cried out before dropping me and rushing up to Morty to hold him as well. “You don’t deserve to carry Morty’s genes.” Simultaneously, everyone surrounding the fight gets the same possessive look in their eyes. I’m pushed back as even the DJ starts to sing about Morty.
“I love Morty and I hope Morty loves me I'd like to wrap my arms around him and feel him inside me”
“Oh, crap. Morty!” I shout over the crowd as they all crowd and fight each other for Morty. I get trampled partially as I push against the rushing crowd into the opening. The exit pushes open behind me and I look up to see Rick.
“(Y/N)!” Rick steadies me as he sees Morty sprinting towards us, the crowd scrambling behind him. “Morty, come on! We got to get you out of here. You're not gonna believe this because it usually never happens, but I made a mistake.” He shuts the door as we rush past, and the doors are immediately rammed into by the horny crowd.
Another door bursts open as Principal Vagina runs behind us.
“Morty, are you okay?”
“I'm fine!” He shouts back.
“Oh, good. If anything ever happened to you, I would kill myself. I love you bad, mo-mo!”
“Ha! You got Mr. Vagina in love with you Morty! M-maybe I am jealous!” I grin through my labored breath. Jeez, this dress is not the running kind.
“Morty, the principal, and I have discussed it, a-a-and we're both insecure enough to agree to a three-way!” Another voice speaks out, I turn around and see Mr. Goldenfold. My eyebrows rise at the prospect but we make it outside. We rush into the ship, Morty trips but I turn him over into the seat. As I grip the handle to pull shut, the crowd pushes it in for me. The vehicle shakes as we settle in.
“I didn't realize when I gave you that serum that Jessica had the flu you know, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-that might have been valuable information for me, Morty.” Rick groaned as he started the ship.
“What the hell is going on, Rick?!” Morty and I ask. Rick glared at our combined question.
“What does it look like? T-t-t-the serum is piggybacking on the virus. It's gone airborne.”
“Oh, crap. What are we gonna do, Rick?” Morty wailed.
“It's gonna be fine, Morty, relax. I whipped up an antidote. It's based on praying mantis DNA. You know, praying mantises are the exact opposite of voles, Morty. I mean, they-they mate once, and then they, you know, decapitate the partner. I mean, it's a whole ritual. It's really gruesome and totally opposite. There's no love at all. I-I-I basically mixed this with a more contagious flu virus. It should neutralize the whole thing, Morty. It'll all be over very shortly.” We fly over the crowd below after Rick pours his antidote into the ship as it expels a mist version over the crowd. “Uh, by the way, Morty, I know you didn't ask or anything, but I'm not interested in having sex with you. These serums, they don't work on anybody related to you genetically.”
“Uhm, obviously!” I retort. “I think we’ve picked up on that. Wait, considering Morty and I are twins, why aren’t they attracted to me?”
“Y-you guys aren’t technically identical twins. You two share most of the same DNA initially, but when your chromosomes changed to XX instead of XY that’s a biggg difference.”
“Is it?”
“Ya, because I said so–”
“OH MY GOD!” Morty screeched, startling me as he stared in horror outside the window. I look out it also, everyone hit by the ‘antidote’ turned into an amalgamation of a praying mantis. Rick grimaced himself.
“Okay, well, sometimes, science is more art than science, twins. A lot of people don't get that.”
. . .
We had parked the ship in a desert canyon. We stand and watch different broadcasts across the world looking for Morty so they can have sex with him before chopping his head off. He paces and freaks out.
“Oh, my god, Rick. The whole world is infected!”
“Yeah, it's pretty wild how fast that spread. I've really outdone myself.” Rick gloats, working on something else connected to the ship.
“Outdone yourself?! W-w a-are are you kidding me, Rick? This is not okay! Not only do they all want to have sex with me, but, you know, now they want to eat me afterwards!”
“Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. Mantises are they opposite of voles? I mean, obviously, DNA's a little more complicated than that. You know what, though, Morty?” He pulls out another vial, this one filled with a purple liquid. “This right here's gonna do the trick, baby. It's koala mixed with rattlesnake, chimpanzee, cactus, shark, golden retriever, and just a smidge of dinosaur. Should add up to normal humanity.”
“I don't that doesn't make any sense, Rick. How does that add up to normal humanity?”
“What, Morty, you want me to show you my math? I'm sorry a-are you the scientist or are you the kid that wanted to get laid?”
“It’s not his fault for being cautious, first you left out important information after we specifically asked for it, then you mess up fixing that mistake and start an apocalypse! Clearly, you don’t know what you’re doing!” I fuss, and Rick sighs obnoxiously.
“Okay, fine, whatever. Since you’re the smartass, you can make a serum to end this.” I stay quiet because I in fact know nothing about what he’s doing. “Exactly, get in the car.” We pile back in before flying back into civilization. The town is already wrecked, fire and destruction everywhere. It’s scary how fast this happened. I’m starting to get nervous now, what if Rick really can’t fix this? He nudges my shoulder. “Take a good look down there, (Y/N), and soak it in, because, you know, once I pull this lever, it's all back to normal.”
“I hope so. Just do it already.”
“Well, technically, (Y/N), there's no rush. I mean, you know, o-once it's fixed, it's done. It's fixed. You know, we could we could just enjoy it for a little bit. I mean, l-l-l-look at how crazy it is. I mean, (Y/N), w-w-when's the next time you're gonna see something like this? I mean, soak it in, you know? It's it's pretty neat. It's pretty interesting.”
“Please shut up–”
“That's it, Rick! I'm pulling the lever.” Morty yells as he pulls the lever, releasing the new antidote. Everyone melts back to normal.
“W-what do we have here, twins? Looks like I was right and you were wrong, huh? I-I-I-I-I-I-I bet you feel pretty stupid right about now, huh? I-I-I bet you both feel like the world's smallest kids that you were doubting me about this whole thing.”
“Oh, Rick,”
“Something's not right.” I exhale as everyone outside starts to crumble down to the ground. Their bodies convulse unnaturally.
“Yeah, you. You're not right ever.”
“No, no! Look, you idiot!” I force Rick to look outside. Everyone screamed as they turned into these fleshy bug-looking creatures. Many with extra appendages, eyes, and some even wings.
Morty and I watch in horror as Rick once again screws up everything. Albeit this idea was Morty’s, Rick could have stopped this if he had just warned us in the beginning.
“Bet you're loving this. This must be the best day of your life. You get to be the mayor of I told you town. You're welcome.” Rick babbled drunkenly as he drank more from his flask.
Holy shit. This is irreversible, isn’t it? The world is in ruins because of Morty’s stupid hormones. Everything is different now, it’s unfixable. What’s happening with our family right now? What if they got ripped apart by those… things? The sun rises on the broken world as we settle down on a rooftop. We walk out to sit on the ledge.
“Boy, I really cronenberged the world up, didn't I? We got a whole planet of cronenbergs walking around down there. Hey, Morty. A-at least they're not in love with you anymore, though. That's a huge step in the right direction.
“Oh, my god! It's a living nightmare! How could you be so irresponsible, Rick?” Morty cried.
“Me irresponsible?! You- all I wanted you to do was hand me a screwdriver, Morty! You're the one who wanted to be wanted me to buckle down and make you up a... roofie-juice serum so you could roofie that poor girl at your school. I mean, g w-w-w-w-w w are you kidding me, Morty? You're gonna try to take the high road on this one? Y-y-y-y-you're a little creep, Morty. Y-you're a you're you're you're just a little creepy... creep person.” Rick lectured as he stood up. Fine, Morty was a creep, is a creep. But Rick is still the ass here.
“All right, fine. I should have just listened to you when you refused to make the serum. I'm willing to accept my part of the blame for this, Rick. But I'll tell you something you know what? You got to accept your part of the blame! I'm not the one who fooled up the serum! I'm not the one who-who-who-who haphazardly, you know, mixed a bunch of nonsense together and created a bunch of cronenbergs! You got to fix this, Rick!” Morty yells defensively as he stands up as well.
“Yeah, Rick! Fix this! There are millions– no billions of lives that are now destroyed because of your crappy serum! Okay? This one is on, you!” I stand up as well, crossing my arms. I now realize how messed up my dress is but in a less torn fashion than Morty’s. I cannot believe I’m saying this but, I miss Summer. Rick steps closer to us, trying to reconcile.
“All right, all right, Morty. You know, w-w-w-we are in a pretty deep hole, here, but I do have one emergency solution that I can use that'll kind of put everything back to normal, relatively speaking. Here, Morty, put this on while I do a little bit of scouting.” Rick tosses Morty this metal backpack with a green panel, before putting on goggles. This better be a good plan.
. . .
IT WAS NOT A GOOD PLAN!!! Morty and I freak as we walk through a portal into a different dimension. Three identical bodies to our own lay mangled on the ground, blood everywhere.
“Oh, my god, Rick!” I cover my mouth in shock and fear as the metallic smell rushes into my face.
“Is that us?! W-w-w-we're dead! What is going on, Rick? I'm freaking out!” Morty cried hysterically.
“Calm down, you two!” Rick shouted but we tuned him out.
“Oh my god, oh my god. I can’t do this– I cannot, do this.” I pace around while Morty makes more noises of disgust combined with fear.
“I can't deal with this, Rick!” Morty shook his head as Rick grasped him.
“Calm down, Morty!” Rick shook him as I grabbed a trash can and promptly vomited into it. My eyes are pricked with tears at the brutality and the sickly feeling in my stomach.
“This can't be real!”
“You got to calm down, Morty.” Rick reiterates as I retch more, standing up I move over to the two.
“Rick! W-w-w-we-we’re ripped apart!” I stammer, he reaches over and grabs my head before knocking it into Morty’s. The shock shuts us up as he makes us focus on him.
“Shut up and listen to me! It's fine. Everything is fine. There's an infinite number of realities, and in a few dozen of those, I got lucky and turned everything back to normal. I just had to find one of those realities in which we also happen to all die around this time. Now we can just slip into the place of our dead selves in this reality and everything will be fine. We're not skipping a beat, twins. Now, help me with these bodies.”
“This is insane.” Morty muttered as he crouched down near ourselves. Rick hauls up his own body.
“Look, guys, I'll grab myself, you grab yourselves, okay? I mean, t-t-t-that seems fair to me I mean, that seems like a fair way to divvy it up.”
“Rick, what about the reality we left behind?” I sniffed as I walked over to my body. Her eyes were still open and bulged out like they were looking straight at me. Rick’s voice droned in my head as he spoke.
“What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, (Y/N)? The answer is don't think about it. It's not like we can do this every week, anyways. We get three or four more of these, tops. Now, pick up your dead self and come on. Haste makes waste. I-I-I don't suppose you've considered this detail, but obviously, if I hadn't screwed up as much as I did, we'd be these guys right now, so, again, you're welcome.”
I suppressed my feelings as Morty and I followed Rick’s orders. We picked up our bodies, dragging them to the backyard. With every step, I felt not like myself, as if I was pushing my consciousness away. It was like I was a bystander, watching myself as I pulled another version of myself. As I dig the grave and push my body into it. I’m thinking of the God complex we must have as people. What of everyone in this universe? They’re the exact same, but they aren’t. Mom, Dad, Summer. They’re the same people, but not our people. We left our family in the universe we ruined. No goodbyes, or even anything to show that we’re okay– to see that they’re okay. The fact that we can do something like this… it’s abhorred. We’re going to live with this family that lost us, what gives us the right to replace them? Walking into the untouched home, I can tell Morty shares the same daze that I’m in. Our parents argue and shout at each other, but the only thing I hear is the ringing in my ears. The only thing I can truly see is my body staring up at me. Rick sits on the couch, unbothered next to a different Summer. Sitting next to her is strange. Everything’s okay now, we left that universe behind, and now, we can carry on with ourselves. Rick must be right, this is the best outcome we could get in our situation, right?
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Electricity
Y/N Smith could've gone her whole life without seeing her brother again. However, her plans to do this change upon receiving an invitation to the Smith family Christmas BBQ. Upon meeting a certain Rick Sanchez, Y/N's intentions for staying become a lot less pure.
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3280 words
NSFW (18+)
Rough sex, face fucking, blow job, heavy degradation, age gap, choking, light bondage, alcohol and drug use, orgasm denial, clit stimulation, nipple play, creampie.
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An exasperated groan escapes your lips as you look out the window of your car. You were in no means excited to be amidst the chatter of a Christmas barbeque but as your niece and nephew were eager to see you, you were in no position to not show up. The sides of your car vibrate with bass as Tech N9ne’s ‘Loud’ continues to blast full volume through the speakers. You had no doubt that everyone across the street could hear your music but frankly, you didn’t care. Sighing, you grab your trusty Fireball/Smirnoff mix from the cupholder and turn off your car, deciding to just rip the bandaid off. Walking across the street, you can hear your car’s defence activate as you take a sip of your alcohol.
“Y/N! I’m glad you could make it! Jerry was so excited when he found out you were coming.” Beth exclaims, a glass of champagne in her hand as she walks over to greet you. Your hand slips into the front pocket of your jeans as you raise your drink to your lips, gulping down a bigger amount then you’d like to admit before turning your attention to Beth. “I hope you didn’t tell him I was here for him. The only reason I’m even showing up is because of Morty and Summer. Jerry should know he lost his right to call me his sister many years ago now.” You reply nonchalantly before walking away, scanning your eyes over the crowd for your niece and nephew. Spotting them in the open garage with Jerry and what you presumed to be Beth’s dad, you call out to them. “Summer, Morty!”
The group of fours head’s snap towards you as you walk over. “Aunty!” Summer exclaims, pulling you into an aggressive hug as Morty hugs the other side of you. “Y/N!” Jerry's excitement to see you is evident in his voice. “Aunty? You didn’t tell me you had a sister Jerry.” The fourth person in the garage chimes up, his eyes full of an unrecognisable glint as they take in every inch of your body. A brief, unamused chuckle leaves your lips as you fold your arms over your chest. “He hasn’t had one for nearly a decade now. I’m only here for these two.” You say as Jerry’s expression falls. A smirk pulls at the older man’s lips as he extends a hand out to you. “Rick Sanchez.”
Taking his hand, a tingling wave of electricity floods through your body and you hesitate, looking up at Rick. It was clear he had felt it too, his eyes unable to leave yours as his eyebrows furrow with both intrigue and confusion. “I-uh, Y/N Smith.” You stammer, quickly retracting your hand from his. While Jerry doesn’t appear to notice, too hurt from your words as he walks back out onto the lawn, it was clear Summer and Morty had. “Aunty, come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Summer says, hurriedly reaching for your arm as she pulls you through the door leading from the garage into the house as you struggle to recentre your thoughts.
Closing the door after you, Morty turns to Rick. “What in the fuck was that Rick?” Rick’s eyes narrow as he turns around to his bench, leaning over it with his hands gripping the edge. “I-I-I don’t know Morty. We just sh-shook hands, I didn’t do anything to her, I swear.”
“Yeah you better not have! Aunty Y/N’s nice, I like her! If you ever fucking hurt her Rick-.” Morty yells, his hand shaking as he points it threateningly at his grandfather. Groaning, Rick turns around to face him, unbothered by the finger now jabbing in his chest. “Listen Morty, I wouldn’t hurt her. First of all, sh-sh-she’s a Jerry hater and we need more people like that in this world. Second, I need to figure out what the fuck happened back there an-an-and I need her to not not like me for me to find answers.” Rick turns around to grab his drink off his workbench, taking a skull before letting out a burp. “Now move.” He says, walking past Morty, who is struggling to come up with a response, into the house.
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Rick watching you throughout the afternoon, standing in the back of the room with one hand in his lab coat and the other always holding a new can of alcohol. However, it’d also be a lie if you said you didn’t like his attention. After the incident in the garage mere hours before, you have been unable to rid your thoughts of him, some pure, many… not so much. “Aunty?” Summer’s voice brings you back to reality. Snapping your eyes down to your cards, your expression remains unreadable as you push all your chips into the middle of the table. “All in.” Rick’s eyes flicker with interest as he hears your words. You’d finally given in to the many offers of poker from your niece, nephew and other guests and Rick was curious to see how well you knew the game, so far you were exceeding his expectations.
Turning your head to Morty, you wait for his response. “Fold.” He sighs, discarding his cards on the table. All other players opted to fold apart from Summer. Flipping her cards over, she shows four 9s and a 6. “Four of a kind. Y/N?” Beth says as everyone’s eyes turn to you. Taking a sip from your drink, you grin as you turn over your cards, showing everyone an Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and 10 of spades. “Royal flush.” You say, drinking the remainder of your bottle before standing up and walking through to the kitchen. Putting the bottle down on the counter, you pull two flasks from your jacket, each containing fireball and vodka respectively.
Taking the cap off both flasks, you empty them into your bottle. “Impressive game.” Rick’s voice sounds from behind you and you jump, spinning around to try to hide the excessively strong alcohol mix behind you. “I- thank you. Sorry, I didn't expect you to be behind me.” A smirk pulls at his lips as he leans against the counter opposite you. “Clearly.” His eyebrow raises as he looks around your shoulder. “What are you mixing up over there?” An amused smile appears on your face as you pass him your bottle. “Guess.” He takes it from you, staring at the light brown liquid inside before shrugging and taking a sip. His eyes widen as he swallows, staring at the bottle in shock. “J-jesus fuck. Fireball and vodka?” He coughs, looking up at you as you nod.
“You take drugs too or is the alcohol enough?” He asks, his eyes catching yours as you take your drink back. Unable to break your gaze away from his, you can feel your heart racing as you nod in response. “Yeah, I take drugs.” You could slap yourself. Never before had you become so putty in a man’s gaze but Rick had a certain hold over you that you couldn’t explain. A single chuckle of approval falls from his lips before he grabs for your wrist, leading you through the dining room and entryway to the only door on the right. Opening the door, he lets you walk through before shutting it behind you. Taking a seat on Rick’s bed, you take care not to touch the blueprints and machine designs covering the walls of his room as he rummages through a box near the door. “Molly?” He asks, pulling out a bag of the white powder. “Fuck yes.” You say, a grin pulling at your face as an approved hum leaves Rick’s lips. Pulling the case off of your phone, you grab a straw and an old card from your wallet as he empties half of the bag on the back of your phone.
Quickly halving the powder on your phone, you make two neat lines. Offering out the straw, Rick takes it as he blocks his right nostril and inhales a line as you hold the phone up for him. “Oh yeah. That always makes my day.” He says, holding your phone up for you as you expertly inhale the remaining line. “Fuck yes.” You reply, enjoying the familiar sting of the powder in your nose. Taking your phone back from him, you dart your tongue out, collecting the rest of the drug on the tip. Rick’s eyes darken with desire as he watches you. Swallowing, you realise your actions and your eyes widen. “Sorry.”
“I wasn’t complaining.” He says nonchalantly. You can feel your cheeks flushing at his words, averting your gaze to the blueprints on his walls. Taking a sip from his can, Rick takes a seat next to you. “Computer, play playlist 80085.” You can’t help but chuckle upon hearing the playlist name. “Boobs?” He looks over at you, shocked you even know what it spells as A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie’s ‘My Shit’ plays. “What? Boobs are great.” He shrugs and you can’t help but laugh as you begin to fish in your pocket. “Definitely.” Your fingers brush over the small bag in your pocket and an amused smirk pulls across Rick’s face as he sees the contents. “Y-y-you know Y/N, the resemblance between you and Jerry becomes less the longer I’m near you… I-i- like it.”
“Good, I hate that he’s my brother. Now, you got a bong?” You quickly divert topics as you open the previously chopped bag of weed. Reaching under his bed, Rick pulls out a glass skull-shaped bong and passes it to you as you pull your lighter out from your jeans pocket. You sink the cone almost as fast as you managed to pack it, exhaling as you pass the weed and bong over to him. Falling back on the bed, your head nods along to the beat of the music as you feel the drugs beginning to take effect. “C-congratulations. You’ve officially been in my room longer than any of the family ever has.” Rick says, a cloud of smoke exiting his mouth as he does. You laugh, turning your head to face him as you sit up to take the bong from him. “Words that I’m sure many women have heard before.” You laugh as he looks at you.
“Nope.” Is all he responds with as you laugh. “Didn’t realise you swung the other way, many men then.” He rolls his eyes as you pack your cone. “Again, nope. I-i-it’s the first time I’ve said it. I don’t bring people to my room.” You almost choke on your cone upon hearing this, the smoke catching in your throat before you have to pause, quickly exerting it from your lungs. “So why me?” You ask before finishing your cone. Rick hesitates before telling himself ‘fuck it’ and responding. “You’re different. I don’t… entirely hate you.” He pauses and you look up at him, both of your breaths catching in your throats. His eyes dart from yours to your lips as you feel your heart rate increase. Leaning over, you press your lips against his as he closes the gap, his hand coming up to cup your face. The tingling wave from the garage returns the moment your lips meet, flooding your veins with ecstasy as he takes the bong from your hand, placing it on the ground. Pushing you backwards, you fall back onto the bed as he shifts his weight above you.
Sucking your lower lip between his teeth, he gently bites down, extracting a soft moan from you. Rick lets off a small groan as he hears you, his bulge twitching against your thigh. Reaching up, you hurriedly pull his lab coat off his shoulders, along with his shirt as he grasps the hem of your top, pulling it over your head to reveal your perfectly-fitted bra. “Jesus fuck. Computer, engage soundproof mode.” He murmurs before attaching his lips to the crook of your neck as his hand entangles in your hair, pulling your head to the side. Your breathing intensifies as he lightly trails his hand over the sensitive skin on your stomach up to your breasts, taking your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. You can feel your core drip with desire as he sucks the skin on your neck into his mouth, your back arching as he squeezes your nipples, his hips grinding down against your thigh. You can feel the size of him through the fabric and you can feel your arousal pool in your underwear.
Dipping his hand under your back, he expertly unclips your bra before lowering his mouth to your breasts. His free hand dips down under the waistband of your panties, running his finger through your folds, a desperate moan falling off your lips. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He groans, sucking your arousal off of his fingers before standing up, his hands undoing his belt. He didn’t even have to tell you to get on your knees, you were already there. “Fuck you’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you?” He chuckles as you nod, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor. Just the mere sight of his size had your core tightening with lust. Sucking the tip into your mouth, your tongue runs up and down over his slit as he curses, tightening his grip in your hair. “Good whore, you know your place is on your knees in front of me, don’t you?” You hum in agreement as you draw more of his length into your mouth, causing his tip to hit the back of your throat, his hips bucking in pleasure as you stifle a gag, your eyes filling with tears. His grip in your hair tightens as you pull back before taking more of him in.
“Holy shit, you dirty little whore, you wanna take all of me in your filthy mouth, don’t you?” He groans as you nod, sucking your cheeks around his cock as he pushes the rest of his length down your throat. You instantly gag but his hold on your head keeps you still as he pulls out slightly before pushing himself back in again. “Fuck, such a pretty sight you are with my cock in your mouth.” He groans, speeding up the pace, fucking your face as precum dribbles down your throat. Panting heavily, he withdraws himself from your throat as you gasp for air. “Stand up.” He says, his voice deep with desire. You obey, quickly getting to your feet as he pushes you back onto the bed again. His hands undo your jeans, unburdening you of the rest of your clothes.
Digging his fingers into your hips, he drags you to the edge of his bed, your legs falling on either side of him. Your core tightens as he runs the tip of his cock from your throbbing clit to your folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Rick’s name falls off your lips in a desperate moan as he fills you up. “Shit, your fucking milking my cock. You’re so fucking tight for me.” He groans as he presses himself further inside of you, stretching your walls around him. “Holy shit.” You gasp once his full length is inside of you, your hands grasping for the bedsheets. Grabbing your legs, he pulls them over his shoulder and you could swear you see stars from the extra depth. Clenching yourself around him, a pleasured groan falls off both of your lips as Rick digs his nails into your hips. Curses escape the both of you as he slowly begins thrusting into you. The sound of your arousal is sinful, mixing with pleasured moans and your skin slapping against his. Neither of you could hear the music over the noise both of you are creating. You can’t contain your pleasure as Rick increases his pace, your eyes rolling back in your head as he fills every inch of you.
Letting go of your legs, Rick quickly pulls himself out from inside you. “Move back up on the bed.” He orders and you quickly obey, needing him to fill you up again. Repositioning himself in between your legs, he quickly slides back inside you, a pleasured moan escaping you. “Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock, are you that desperate for me whore?” He groans and you frantically nod. “Fuck yes, you feel so fucking good.” You’re aware of how needy you’re being but the feeling of him inside you is heavenly, the way he stretches you out makes your core tighten in pleasure. “What a good girl.” He grins as he roughly slams into you, extracting a string of moans from your lips.
A knock on the door startles you, your head turning towards the sound as Beth’s voice comes from the other side of the wall. “Rick? Have you seen Y/N? She disappeared a while ago and we haven’t seen her.” Rick, however, doesn’t falter. His hand covers your mouth as he continues to buck his hips into you. “Be a good whore and stay quiet. Computer, deactivate soundproof mode.” He growls before responding to Beth. “Nope, I haven't seen her.” His pace only increases as he speaks, your eyes rolling back as he continues to bottom you out. “Alright, well let me know if you do. The kids are asking for her.” She calls back. Trailing his free hand down your body, Rick begins lazily rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb, a muffled moan escaping you as your body shakes with pleasure. His eyes dart to yours as he smirks, focusing more attention on your clit as he continues to pound into you. “Yep, will do.” He responds to Beth before turning the soundproof system back on. “What did I fucking say?” He growls, moving his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing the veins on the side of your neck. “Be quiet.” You say in response, your legs shaking in pleasure.
“And what did you do?” He roughly thrusts into you as he asks this, forcing you into the brink of orgasm. “Fuck, I-I didn’t listen.” You moan as your body continues to shake, your toes curling in overwhelming pleasure. “Don’t you dare fucking cum. You got it, whore? You disobey me and you get punished. Fucking hold it.” He growls, slamming harder into you as your vision blurs. “Rick, please. I need to cum. I can’t hold it, please I need to.” Begging to cum is not something you’re used to but you know you can’t hold it, your body uncontrollably twitching as you try to obey him. “No. Hold it.” He reiterates, slamming himself further inside you, emphasising each word. His thrusts increase his pace, each one getting sloppier as he gets closer to his own orgasm. Rick’s hips stall as he reaches his high, his hands moving to support himself above you as a guttural moan escapes him. “Cum for me.” He gasps, thrusting into you as his hand moves back down your clit. Those three words were all you were waiting for. Rick’s name falls off your lips amongst a string of moans as a wave of ecstasy crashes over you, your body arching in pleasure as your breathing intensifies.
Withdrawing his softening member from inside of you, Rick leans forward to grasp your wrists, pulling you up to the headboard. Two metal cuffs surround your wrist, securing you in place as you look up at him, startled. He smirks at the sight. “Oh Y/N, we’re not done.”
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A/N: This was honestly so fun to write. I've been on a bit of a Rick and Morty obsession lately. Part 2?
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