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bouncybongfairy · 6 months

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Rickety-Rickety Wrecked

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After recently getting a job, the illusion that high school status quotes and popularity truly mean nothing. You've been re-evaluating things that once made you bubble with excitement like sneaking out and partying. That being said, your younger sister informs you that she's going to Summer Smith's house party. Starting to feel like a senior citizen, you tag along and encounter Rick Sanchez.

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(!This is a smut fanfic, you’ve been warned!)

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As you walked out the doors of the nursing home you worked at. Your hand was lazily searching for the keys that were undoubtedly buried at the bottom of your bag. After opening the car door, you let your body fall into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t just being physically but mentally drained as well. Tossing your purse into the passenger side and start the car. It was Friday and you were excited to finally have an entire weekend off. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any time to yourself. Pulling into the driveway, you weren’t surprised to see that your mom’s car wasn’t home. She works nights but will take every double shift she can get her hands on. You dropped the purse on your bed and immediately went over to shower. Even though you’re a Med-Tech you still will help residents with toileting among other things. While waiting for the water to get hot, you let your dirty scrubs drop onto the floor. The water was scorchingly perfect, you could feel your muscles loosening. Using your nails, you scrub your scalp almost moaning from how nice it felt. The smell of the ‘honey crisp apple’ scented candle was only adding to the relaxation. Unfortunately that all came to a halt when your younger sister barrelled into the bathroom and turned on the harsh fluorescent lights.

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed.

“Well sorry, you’re the one hogging the bathroom,” your sister remarked.

“If you were patient and knocked I would have told you that I’m about to be done,” you said.

“No time, Morty invited me to a party that Summer is throwing,” she said which made you throw the current open.

“You’re going to Summer Smith’s party?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I thought you were going to. Morty mentioned that Summer asked you. And plus I kinda already told my friend that you would give us a ride..” she said.

“Girl what the fuck, why would I go to a party after working every day after school all week. Yeah she invited me but I wasn’t planning on going,” you huffed.

“Well, can you still take me?” she asked.

After you got out of the shower you thought about the fact that even your younger sister was going to be at this party. Even though you were still tired from school and the work week, you felt like staying home would just make you feel… pathetic. As soon as you got out of the shower you started getting ready. You haven’t done your makeup in so long that you almost forgot how to apply your lashes. You straightened your hair and threw on a jean mini skirt and a black long sleeve. It was weird looking in the mirror once you were all done up. You liked it though, it made you miss when you didn’t have to worry about work. When you went downstairs to see if your little sister was ready to go, she was equally as shocked at your appearance. After her friend arrived you guys took off to the Smith house. The entire house was completely lit up with lights, teens that were smoking on the roof, and of course, unknown species of life that were slithering and flying around. Your sister pestered you for 20 bucks then ditched you. You entered the house and immediately got greeted by the smell of weed and tobacco. It didn’t bother you too much though, you walked into the living room and immediately saw your old group of friends. They all screamed and ran over to give you a hug. You could tell they were all a little intoxicated.

“What are you doing here, we had no idea you were coming!” Maya said.

“Yeah I had the weekend off so I thought I’d come out,” you said.

“Ever since you started working, I feel like I haven’t seen you in like forever,” Anna said.

“Yeah I know, but it’s nice being able to save money. Especially because I could take some of that responsibility off my mom,” you said.

“Don’t you miss going out though? You were literally about to get asked out by Brad. I mean like, you practically lost your status when it comes to school,” Maya said in a condescending way.

“If my status was based purely on me going to parties and hanging out with girls who are pretending to be drunk then I don’t think I want it. Too obtainable for someone like me, sounds perfect for you though,” you said, giving her a warm smile as you watched her smirk fade from her face.

Now you remember why you stopped going to house parties like this. As you walked around you couldn’t help but notice all the sophomoric conversations going on. Things like bragging about having a roach from their dad’s ashtray. Or boasting about getting to second base with their girl. Honestly, it made you feel a lot older than you are. Making your way into the kitchen, you saw Summer standing there with Trisha. They both greeted you and complemented how you looked, which really lifted your confidence.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, stranger,” Summer said, giving you a red solo cup filled with an unknown liquid.

“Girl you know I started working,” you said, smelling the cup and trying to identify what type of liquor it is.

“Same, honestly ever since I started working at my mom’s shop, I feel like my childhood is officially over,” Trisha laughed.

“God I’m glad I’m not the only one,” you joked back.

“We were about to go up into my room and smoke, you wanna join?” Summer asked which you immediately agreed to.

Her room was really nice, with pink coral walls and a bunch of different posters that covered them. Trisha and you sat down on her bed and Summer walked over and grabbed a bong from under her desk. She grabbed her desk chair so that she could sit in front of you guys. Trisha surprised you and pulled a blunt out from behind her ear. They thought this was your first time smoking but it wasn’t. When you work in a nursing home, sometimes the only thing keeping you sane is your wind-down time at the end of the day. After puffing on those for a bit, Summer pulled out a tray that had a couple of purple almost violet crystals. Without saying a word to each other, the two girls crush up one and then snort it. It took you back at first, the brazenness of how casually they were doing lines was a little jarring, to say the least. When you asked what it was they explained what kalaxian crystals were and what the high was like. Even though it was embarrassing, the factor that sold you was when Summer said they couldn’t be picked up on a drug test. Trisha was holding up the tray and Summer was walking you through what to do.

“So like, when people do lines for the first time, most don’t fully sniff because they are obviously like, intimidated by it. But if you take a small bump then it’ll just burn and you won’t get the full high. So just go full throttle,” she said handing you the straw, the fact that the whites of her eyes were now blue made you nervous.

However, the mix of alcohol and weed in your system was making you ballsy. You close your eyes and take the full line, dropping the straw on the tray and bringing your hands to your nose. As if that would’ve helped the burning sensation. Both girls were giggling as they watched you react, asking every now and then if you were okay. Your entire sinus cavity was not only burning but giving off an unpleasant taste in the back of your throat. The effects were immediate and you felt like you were defying gravity. Like if you really tried you could start floating away. You looked over at the two other girls who were dancing to the stereo Summer had in her room. Without them even noticing, you walked out of her room and made your way downstairs. You felt like everything was moving in slow motion and you were taking in every detail of everything you laid eyes on. The music was so loud that it felt like a heart beating in your ears. Panic and sensory overload were taking over and you could feel your heart began to quicken. After accidentally bumping into a girl, she turns around and tries to snake her arm around your waist. Obviously having a stranger try to grind on you in the midst of a panic attack was the last thing that helped. You broke away and made a B-line to the nearest door. You yanked it open and slammed it shut behind you. You were using your hand to cover your mouth in a sad attempt to stop your hyperventilation.

“Medical emergency detected, blood pressure 148/96 and rising; Medical intervention advised,” a monotone woman’s voice spoke throughout the room.

“Oh my fucking god, I’m fucking hallucinating… I’m overdosing I-I’m about to fucking die,” you have cried have muttered to yourself and you covered your ears.

“You -buhrup- you’re not dying yet, what did you take?” a male’s voice asked. When you looked up, a blue-haired man was standing over you. Wearing brown slacks and black shoes.

“You deaf? What -buhrup- did you take?” he asked again, taking your jaw into his hands and making you look up at him. Your eyes were still blue from the crystals and your jaw was now chattering. You were still crying and breathing heavily.

“I told Summer to stop letting people take bumps of kalaxian. I have something, hold on.

“No- I don’t, I just needed a-a few minutes to catch my breath,” you explained, wiping your eyes and standing up, still leaning against the garage door for support.

“Whatever, you’re lucky I’m trying this whole nice thing,” he said, going back to working on whatever it was sitting on his workbench.

“Sorry,” you said, walking over to his bench and asking if you could sit on the bench. He ignored you but also didn’t protest when you hopped on. Setting your purse down, grab your dab pen and take a puff.

“You sure about smoking that?” he asked.

“Weed is a vasodilator so it probably wouldn’t be the best thing for me right now but it can’t be the worst either,” you said taking another hit.

“Did WebMD teach you that?” he asked.

“No, I learned that from my CNA teacher,” you said.

“HAHA, do you enjoy wiping shit off of saggy balls?” Rick said followed by a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, kinda hot,” you said, taking a drag. He looked at you with his eyebrow cocked which made you burst out into laughter, “you should have seen his face!” You said you are unable to compose yourself. He squinted his eyes, tilted his head down slightly, and scowled at you.

Maybe it was the drugs but the look he gave you made your stomach feel like it was boiling. He again went back to tinkering with his invention. His side profile was strong, his lips were in a frown and he had liquor dripping down his chin. His hands were huge, making a screwdriver look like a pencil. His posture was horrible, practically hunching over the workbench. The blue long-sleeve he wore was slightly tucked into the top of his pants. You were watching his lower stomach rise and lower as he breathed at a very steady rate. He had dark under-eye bags that only added to an angst vibe that radiated off him. You wanted to make a move to indicate that you thought he was attractive but felt insecure. Taking a deep drag from your pen to give you a bit of courage, you kick off your heels.

The sound of them clattering to the floor made Rick look over, he didn’t move but instead shifted his eye to the side to watch you. When he didn’t give you the attention you were craving, you uncrossed your legs and let them hang in front of you. Rick set down what he was working on and turned to face you. Pressing his back into the workbench and just watching you. Biting onto the tip of the pen you take another big drag and blow it between your legs. In turn, he took a swig from his flask, almost like that was his move in this little game you were playing with each other. You set your pen down and pull your skirt up so that the jean material of your skirt was no longer touching the tabletop. Revealing the hip bands on your baby blue thong, he chuckled and walked over to you. He stood about a foot away from you and even though there was still distance between the two, it felt closer. You were intimidated by him and you couldn’t tell if it was turning you on more or not. Extending your leg out, you use your foot and untuck the front of his shirt from his pants. Exposing his happy trail that to your surprise was also blue.

“So the carpet does match the drapes,” you giggle, which quickly turns into a gasp as Rick grabs your ankle and holds it up slightly. He was squeezing it so tightly but this only ignited a need that you didn’t know existed.

“Should have asked if you were so curious,” he said, pulling your leg so that your ass was almost falling off the edge of the table.

He loosened his grip on your ankle and ran his calloused hand up your leg. Once he was close enough, he snaked his hand around your waist. The feeling of his hand touching your lower back made your back arch involuntarily. His crotch was pressed lightly against yours. You were so nervous that your teeth were chattering. His hands were now running up and down your lower back, almost like he was getting off from watching how sensitive you were to his touch. When you looked up, he was already looking down at you. This was something that was new to you and you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands. Trying not to think too hard about it, you dip your fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. You pressed your nose against him, letting your bottom lip rub against his gently. You start pulling on the end of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. He shook his head in disagreement, so you pull away slightly and take your top off. He laughed and then took his shirt off as well. As if he had a look in his eye that said I’ll show mine if you show yours’. The fact that neither of you had to speak to communicate made you want to throw yourself at him. There were scars littered across his body, you traced one that was on his chest. Moving your fingertips to his arms, still admiring his old battle wounds. He was still watching you even though you weren’t making eye contact with him.

When you finally broke away and looked up at him and couldn’t help but admire him. His frown lines, how dark his eyes were, and how his hair was sticking out in all directions. You smashed your mouth against him, unable to bear waiting any longer. He was such a good kisser, not messy and sloppy like the ones you’ve had before. He was aggressive but not overbearing, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Running your hands through his hair and around his neck. He moved his hands to his hips and began grinding against you. Your lips were starting to feel raw from how long he’d been biting and kissing. Moving your hands down to his pelvis you try unbuckling his belt. When he pulled away from you, a trail of saliva connected by the both of your bottom lips followed. He pulled down the front of his pants, exposing his dick. You pulled your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time reaching down to feel how wet you were. He let out a hoarse moan, and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder. At this point you were aching with anticipation. Unwilling to take his teasing anymore, you reach down and line up his tip with your entrance. He takes the hint and moves his hands back to your hips for support. Slowly he started pressing into you, his mouth was slightly hung open. There was a slight stinging from how big he was but because he was starting slow, that feeling soon faded. He took a step forward once he was fully pressed into you.

He kept himself buried inside of you for a while while kissing your neck. Sucking hickies and leaving bite marks all the way down to your shoulder. He slowly started rocking himself back and forth. You attach yourself to his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck and moan as he slides in and out. You were trying to buck your hip up in order to meet him halfway with his thrusts. Watching his facial expressions as he pounded into you was making you feel euphoric. Everytime you tightened around his shaft you could see his face scrunch in pleasure. At this point he was pounding viciously into you, your walls were becoming sensitive. You were sure that he was getting close because he was getting more aggressive. His thrusts were getting more sporadic, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of your hair. Forcing your head back, exposing your neck allowing him to continue marking you up.

You were whimpering every time his length pressed completely inside you. His face was red from how much he was exerting himself. Your arms were wrapped around his neck so he grabbed you from underneath your knees and pressed you against the wall. The change in position was enough to send you over the edge, going limp slightly as your pussy spasmed around his cock while you came. He let his entire body weight press against you as he came inside you. As you were cumming, you could feel his throbbing member spurting inside of you. When he pulled out he took his shaft into his hand and rubbed his tip up and down your folds. Enjoying the feelings of your warmth and swollen core. He set you back down on the top of his work station. You were still cross faded and don’t think you could walk even if you wanted to. Barely being able to keep your eyes open you use your arm as a pillow to ‘rest your eyes’ for a few moments.

Rick zipped his pants up and went to leave the garage, knowing you’d probably leave once you woke up. Maybe it was the recent encounter with Unity that made him feel like a douche. As if having careless sex with you was only proving her point that you were a bad guy. He took a deep breath and stood in front of the door for a while before turning around. Grabbing your purse, he took your wallet and looked for the address on your ID. After punching it into his portal gun and creating the green entryway to your house. He picked you up bridal style and carried you through the portal. He used his foot to move the covers over and set you down on your bed. Leaving your purse and shoes on the floor next to you before leaving.

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fadedmunson · 4 months

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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.

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sadiecoocoo · 3 months

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Im glad that everyone loves this scrunkly old man but can we please get more fan content for Morty, like yeah there’s a lot already… but it’s not enough…

I’ve scoured all of ao3, any possible tag that could help me find it has been searched, and I’m still trying to find more whump fics abt Morty… there are some but not a lot :/

It’s also kinda annoying that a lot of ppl don’t use the whump tag cuz it’s not as well known as the others like “angst” or “hurt/comfort.” And like yeah I could go for some angst… but I need them to be tortured and half lucid and bleeding out and going through immense pain as someone is terrified that the whumper is gonna die and is threatening the whumpee… and you don’t always get that with “hurt/comfort” cuz emotional hurt is a thing

SOMEONE GIVE ME MORE MORTY WHUMP WHERE RICK IS YELLING AT WHOEVER IS HURTING HIM AND PLOTTING THE MOST PAINFUL DEATH IMAGINABLE FOR THE JACK ASS THAT DARED TO HURT HIS GRANDSON

#rick and morty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick and morty fanfiction #give me more #i need more of it #I’d also take sick fics #but the injuries are more fun #yes i have issues

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mx-pastelwriting · 1 year

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Can you pls do a c-137 x reader smut I really love rich Sanchez smuts they are just so much more interesting to me! If you can of course:)

Rick Sanchez x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warnings: Smut, Rough Hands, Established Relationship

Minors do not interact!

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Sitting on Rick's garage counter, you watched closely as Rick's hands tinkered with the small device he was building. You couldn't remember why he needed it, as his long tangent was blocked out because your attention was on him and not his words. His hands worked the device roughly, making a wave rush through your body.

Your thoughts couldn't help but venture off into your memories of the endless night he had used his hands to work on something that wasn't anything but you. "Y/n, did you hear me?" Breaking your horny daze, Rick's warm hand was placed on your thigh, making you rub your legs together, hoping he would notice and throw you on your bed.

"No, sorry, what is it?" His face dropped, not with disappointment; you couldn't read him, but his actions spoke for themselves. His hand traveled up your thigh, making your breath shake. "Rick." Your whisper of his name earned a low moan from him. He threw everything he had in his hands and kissed your neck, wanting to tease your heated skin. Though his hand spoke differently, squeezing your thigh roughly before pulling them apart and letting himself between them. His hands don't stop; they make their way under your shirt, only then stopping to play with your nipple.

You had no reason to bite back your moans about the garage door being closed and the family out of the house, but you couldn’t help but bite your lip. His kisses devoured you as he pulled you against his cock, which was fighting against his pants.

As he smirked, feeling his cock shiver against you, your hands traveled down, palming him. His growl vibrated against your skin, making you gasp. His hips grinding, looking for release, "Rick" you whimpered again as the heated friction made you both squirm. You find your way to his button, undoing it before sticking your hand into his pants. His moans don't take long to run against your skin as you take his throbbing cock in your warm hand.

By moving his pants down a bit with your other hand, you free his cock. You slowly but firmly move your hand, causing him to hold onto you with his head in your neck, littering your neck with colors. You move faster than he does, and as he groans and his body squirms, you stop, leaving him at the edge of his climax. He could never last when you were in control. His moan grows more hoarse as you focus on his socked tip. You'd leave him to clean up the mess his pre-cum had made on the floor.

"Y/N" He moaned his hips moving with your hand, "Go ahead, cum for me, Rick." You whisper in his ear. His tight hold onto your hip, the other onto your thigh; the temptation of tricking him into thinking you would let him cumming. The sight would have been of his body going weak as he begs you, but if you continued, he would have made you see stars.

Holding his cock more firmly, you move faster than his hips. His moans fill the garage as his cum covers your hand, and you praise him as he catches his breath in your neck. His whimper of your name fills your ear as his hips slow, letting himself take over his climax.

The familiar sound of the front door opening, traveling to the garage, you smirk before getting him a kiss on the cheek and pulling yourself from the counter. Using a hand towel on the table to whip off your hand. You exit the garage, leaving Rick with his own mess, being pleased with what you had made, not caring for your own end.

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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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sethefrog · 15 days

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#rick and morty #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #rick and morty fanfiction #radioapple #duckiedeer #trans morty #mlm #trans character #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel alastor #morty smith #ao3 fanfic

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morty-prime · 1 year

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I like to think Morty makes friends with aliens on adventures

Wanna meet more friends? -> [part two]

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smartestmammalintheuniverse · 3 months

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Rick and Morty

(very short fic in third person of Rick’s perspective during/right after Unmortricken)

“I gave my life for this. My whole life for you to just...die. But you didn’t. You came back over and over again. And then... even when I thought that I had finally killed you, you still didn’t die. You didn’t die, because even when I killed you, you were still there. Every time I walked by a reflective sureface, there was your face. Every time, I dared look in the mirror, my worst enemy was staring back at me. Any time, I ever dared to try and do anything at all. I coudln’t help, but think that this is what you would do. Because this is what I would do and you are me.... were me... and I am you or I was...

Rick stared down at the corpse in the chair. Prime was dead. He was finally dead and it was over. He had gotten justice for Beth and for Diane. He had gotten revenge for Beth and Diane. He had gotten revenge for every Rick who had them taken away. It should feel triumphant. It should feel like divinity. But it just hurt.

Now, as he walks out of the room, all he can think is that that can’t be it. It can’t hurt to kill him. It can’t, because that is a betrayal. He has betrayed his wife and child all over again so now he’s gone. Gone. Just a shell of a being, because hurting is so much worse than nothing. Because nothing is less of a betrayal. So the shell of a being walks away with tear tracks down his face. He refuses to be called a man or a god. He’s just nothing.

He stops when he sees Morty. Morty, his grandson, who he loves more than anything. The only person he couldn’t trick himself into hating. Morty hugs him. Rick’s heart thaws just a little. He knows that Morty doesn’t care that he doesn’t hug him back. That he can’t. He knows that when they get back home that Morty won’t mention any of this to anyone. That he wouldn’t dare, because that is what Rick has taught him to do. And if anything, Morty learns.

So, they fly home. He cleans off. He watches it all in a dream. He makes jokes at the dinner table. This is the first time that he can have dinner with his family and not think about how if his Beth saw this she would cry. How if his Diane saw this, she would ask why? How stubborn she was. How strong she was. How her spaghetti will always beat anyone else’s. But now, all he can think about is the robots who had stolen her face and her voice. How even he had done the same thing. How sick was he that he had gave his AI her voice? He couldn’t live without her so he wrote her into everything he did.

After the dust settles, he’ll sit and think and wait. Wait, for everything to fall apart. Wait for Prime to come crawling up out of the dust. But after that doesn’t happen, he’ll sit with himself and admit that finally it’s over. Finally, every version of Diane can rest in peace and maybe if they’re lucky enough their Rick’s will rest with them. He can only hope that one day, he will have the privilege.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #beth smith #morty prime #morty smith #diane sanchez #rick c 137 #prime morty #space beth #evil morty #rick prime #rick c137 #beth c 137 #summer smith #rick and morty fanfiction

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sadiewritingco · 3 months

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Rick and Morty fanfiction - Synaptic Dampeners

Relationship - evil Morty/ Morty smith, Rick Sanchez & Morty smith, evil Morty & Rick Sanchez

Characters - evil morty, morty smith, rick Sanchez

Tags & warnings - no warnings apply, fluff, light angst, whump, pov Morty smith, Rick Sanchez being Rick Sanchez, slice of life, sort of, soft evil Morty, Whirley dirley conspiracy, established relationship, no incest, tags are hard

Summary - With both portal guns broken, and Rick refusing to use public transport, Morty and Evan have to use an intergalactic airline by themselves. However they start to understand Rick's opinion on the airline as Evan is forced to use the synaptic dampeners due to having too many implants. Now Morty must take care of a child like Evil Morty.

Chapters - 1/1

Word count - 5,464

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rustychainsnorter · 7 months

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I NEED to see these three together.

Rickbot: Easy there Rick, w-we don't wanna scare them away-

Rick: The f*ck you just say to me?

Memory Rick: A-actually, he has a point. Scaring them would just cause-

Rick: You too?! Holy Jesus Christ, w-why don't you two go f*ck yourselves.

Rickbot:

Memory Rick:

Rick: N-n-not like that!!!

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borgorbelly · 1 year

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Happy New Year! (part one)

With Beth, space Beth, and Jerry spending time on space Beth’s satellite apartment, and Summer and Morty partying in the safety of their own home, Rick felt a minor sense of relief this NYE. Though minor, the weight off his chest was massively rewarding. not that it was a reward he deserved.

Finally he could have some much needed time to himself. Time to torture himself for all of the mistakes he’d made in the past year.

A sudden knocking on the garage door startled him out of his trance.

“G- .belch. Go away!” he raised his voice over the music coming from the house

The knocking continued, pounding harder the longer he ignored it.

“Rrrrick? Pleaseeee open uuuup, itsssss (y/n)”

He pondered whether or not to open the door. It’s not that he doesn’t like (y/n) its that he actually does. Or is at least starting to. That was the main issue.

He was not willing to find another weakness to attach to himself. The last thing he needs is yet another thing that any one of his numerous enemies could use against him.

But his curiosity always happened to get the best of him when it came to (y/n). There was something about them that called oh so alluringly to whatever kind of soul Rick had left.

Reluctantly, Rick opened the garage door. In the time it took to fully open Rick had regretted opening it, then recanted as soon as he saw the state of (y/n).

They were disheveled, to say the least. Not that he cared, but it was unsettling. They reminded Rick of himself in his younger years, determined, incredibly intelligent, and generally better than most other people. He didn’t enjoy it when they weren’t well.

“I, I don’t feel well Rrrickkkkk” (y/n) slurred, stumbling towards him

“W-w-woah there how much d- .belch. did you have to drink?”

“I- I.” (y/n) paused, their brows furrowing.

Their eyes pled for Rick to understand, their body failing to work with them to accurately portray the situation.

“I- think roo-“ they gag violently leaving them to fall forward.

Rick leaps forward to catch (y/n) before they smack the ground face first.

“What was that?” He picks (y/n) up cradling them as if they were no more than a half asleep child.

“Roofie” Rick’s blood began to boil.

Drugs that incapacitate you are fun, but only when it's consensual.

“We’re gonna head a couple floors down in the garage. D-d-d-don’t worry too much about the details (y/n) it’ll be cool”

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bouncybongfairy · 8 months

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Halloween Night

Evil Morty x Bimbo Reader (BOTH READER AND EVIL MORTY ARE 18-YEAR-OLD SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL.) I'm surprised there aren't more Morty x Reader Fan Fics out there. Rick and Morty came out when I was 12, so Morty was one of my first crushes lol.

Summary: Morty and you have been together for about 8 months. You picked out a sexy alien costume hoping to impress Morty with how amazing you look. When you show him after weeks of waiting for it to arrive, he explains it may be a bit too scandalous before even complimenting you. This frustrates you because, as a cheerleader, the costume isn't more revealing than your uniform. You try to make him jealous at the prep rally and end up talking things out at the Halloween party you both show up at.

Word Count: 2.0k+

Part 2 is now posted!!!

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When you got home from school, you were thrilled that your Halloween costume had finally come in the mail. Tomorrow was the 31st so you were cutting it close, not to mention you’ve been excited to show Morty. You two have been dating for 8 months and even though it doesn’t seem like a long time, it sure did feel like it. This was your first Halloween as a couple and you were both excited to spend it together. You let your backpack plop down on the carpet and sit on your bed. Using your eyebrow razor you rip open the green costume. It was a leather skirt, a matching tube top, silver gloves, and thigh highs. Once you put it on you fell in love with it, and you felt really confident. You FaceTimed Morty, setting your phone on your vanity and waiting for him to pick up. When he answered he was lying in his bed. You could tell his room was dark because of the lighting. You backed away from the phone so he could see the entire costume. The reason you chose an alien costume was for Morty, you figured he would be excited and flattered that you were thinking of him. Not to mention practically everyone in the school knew that Morty was always around aliens and intergalactic shenanigans.

“Well?” you asked when he didn’t say anything.

“It’s really hot, are you wearing that to Tricia’s party?” he asked, sounding a little less than entertained.

“Um.. yeah? Is there something wrong?” you asked, confused as to why his energy was so negative.

“I don’t know, don’t you think it’s kinda revealing,” he asked and your face dropped.

“I don’t think it’s that much more revealing than my cheer uniform, and I wear that all the time,” you said, sitting on the office chair next to your desk.

“Don’t play dumb though y-you know that costume shows quite a bit off,” he said.

“What the fuck, I’m not playing dumb. Obviously, I know it’s a hot outfit. I'm just saying that it’s not worse than my cheerleading uniform and I wear that to school and football games. So why would this bother you?” you asked.

“Fine, whatever if you want to go out with your tits and ass out that’s fine, I’ll just have to bring a gun.” he sighed.

“Oh no don’t even worry about that, you can just stay home and play with the gun in your pants. I think imma just be with my girls tomorrow night. It’s so fucking crazy that it not only took me a week to pick this out for you but also waited weeks to show you how it looked. Do you realize you didn’t give me a single compliment since I’ve shown you? I respect your opinions but why do you have to be such a douche about it like honestly,” you said hanging up the call. You were feeling pretty beside yourself, you were so excited to spend Halloween together and it was like that was flushed down the toilet. You change out of your costume and lay out everything you need for tomorrow’s Halloween prep rally. After you finish up some homework, you head to bed even though you are feeling quite restless.

The next morning you woke up feeling more optimistic about today. Morty sent you a good morning text which made you angry. You were expecting an apology not him trying to sweep shit under the rug. You woke up early in order to have time to shower and shave, not to mention you’d have to blow dry your hair after. The hot water was making you more sleepy than you felt while you were in bed. You scrubbed your scalp with shampoo, enjoying the hot water as you rinsed the suds out. You shaved your legs and exfoliated your body, you hopped out of the shower once the hot steam was making you feel faint. You sat at your vanity and began blow drying your hair. When you looked up, you saw all the polaroids of you and Morty taped to the sides of your vanity. It wasn’t like you guys were broken up or anything, clearly he wasn’t mad at you. It just seemed kind of hypocritical for him to judge you on showing too much skin because always said he liked that about you. You bump the ends of your long blonde hair and then start your make-up. You always wore a lot of make-up; big lashes, bright pink blush, lip gloss, ect. It didn’t matter if it looked cakey at times to you, obviously, it’s not going to look as good during 8th period as it did when you first got to school.

After your hair and make-up was done, you put on your cheer uniform. You were going to Tricia’s house right after school to help her get things ready for her party. As you packed your costume you couldn’t ignore how upset you were about Morty today. You spotted Tricia and a couple of your friends sitting in the quad. After greeting and showering each other with compliments, you explained to them what happened with Morty last night. You showed them a picture of you in the green costume and they all reassured you that it wasn’t too sluty.

“Did you guys break up for real this time?” Tricia asked, rubbing your shoulder.

“No, he texted me good morning but that was it. I don’t know, I kinda feel like I overreacted. I was really looking forward to spending tonight together but I just feel like he was being disrespectful, all of a sudden he doesn’t want me to dress how I always have just because we’re together,” you said.

“At the rally, you should really go full-out, you know like to make him jealous,” Tricia suggested.

“Do you think he’s still coming to the party?” you asked the group.

“Unless you specifically told him that you weren’t going, I'm sure he’ll be there,” one girl said.

For the rest of the day, you thought about what she said. It seemed silly to be trying to make him jealous when that was what caused the argument in the first place. You mostly feel like his comments were out of line and you didn’t want to really piss him off, just toy him around a little. The day went by quickly, all the teachers figured that most students wouldn’t be paying attention today. You could see the anticipation building among your peers. Halloween only lands on a Friday every 7 years and everyone was buzzing about that. The student body was slowly filling the gym, getting ready for the prep rally. All the cheerleaders were in a separate room waiting to go on. Morty had texted you asking where you were going to be. You told him your usual spot and showed Tricia.

“This is even more of a reason to go full out,” she said.

“I would go full out regardless of if I had a boyfriend or not,” you said.

After waiting for 15 more minutes it was time for the team to perform. It was easy to pick Morty out of the crowd, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t happy to see him. He was smiling at you and it made you feel bad for leaving him. Your coach made a routine using Nicki Minaj’s Monster Verse. It was nice having a couch that was younger and understood the new generation of cheer better. You were feeling amazing, They made the lighting in the gym red which gave it a really cool vibe. Normally prep rallies really sucked and nobody ever really engages. Today being Halloween and Friday everyone was more willing to be involved. Chanting and volunteering for the little games and events. Morty was at the bottom of the bleachers, which made you eye level to each other. You could see that he was taking pictures of you which made you roll your eyes. The crowd and music were so loud as you were performing, that all you could focus on was him. He looked so cute and the fact that he was smiling the entire time was warming your heart. After you were done performing, the school was dismissed. Technically there was still half of the last period left but nobody went back to class. As you walked out of the gym, Morty greeted you.

“Did you think I was showing off too much at the rally?” you asked sarcastically to make a point.

“I thought you looked hot, look I didn’t mean to offend you for real. You’re my girlfriend of course. I don't like sharing your body with other people’s eyes. I should have told you how good you looked beforehand,” he admitted, grabbing your hand and walking by your side.

“I appreciate you for looking at things from my point of view. Sorry for not texting you back this morning,” you said, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s okay I figured you were pissed,” he said laughing.

“I have to go, a couple of girls and I are going to Tricia’s house to get ready for her party,” you said.

“Come to my house and get ready, you have all your stuff in your duffle right?” he asked.

“Yeah but I don’t know I promised her,” you sighed.

“I’ll stop for food on the way,” he said trying to convince you; it worked.

Morty had been driving his dad’s car around for a while. The two of them got into a huge blowout over his dad not keeping a job. Morty was doing a paid internship for a chemistry teacher at the local college. Long story short Morty had to take over the payments of the car. Morty was about to take you home after hanging out after school and his dad said no because he hadn’t taken out the trash for the past two days. Morty blew up at him, he looked his dad dead in the eye and told him he was the new man of the house. Ridiculed him for not having income and then having the audacity to take away something Morty paid for. You had never seen Morty so mad, his face was bright red and his eyes were wild. You would never admit this but something is different about Morty for the past couple of months. Ever since his internship, he’s been on a short fuse and a God complex. You summed it up to him becoming more confident in himself and how could you be mad at that? When he took you home he drove so fast yet controlled that it scared you a bit.

Once you went through the Burger King drive-thru you made it back to his house. You were pretty sure Beth didn’t like you because every time you came into the house she never acknowledged you. He pulled you upstairs and into his room, he always had his LED lights set to red and it always smells like stale pot/tobacco smoke. His closet door was a mirror so you laid out a towel and started recurring your hair and re-doing your make-up. After throwing his backpack into the corner of the room, he walked over to his stereo and played Pumpkins Scream In the Dead of Night at full volume. He then plopped down on his bed and started packing a bowl into his slightly dirty bong. You were picking your french fries in between teasing certain parts of your hair. Morty walked over and stood directly above you and blew a huge bong rip down on you.

“Ugh! Boo-Boo don’t do that you know I don’t like that,” you said trying to waft some of the smoke out of your face. In response, he playfully humped the back of your head causing you to fall back a little. This made him laugh so hard that you couldn’t help but join him.

“Are you dressing up?” you asked him.

“No, I’m just going to sell while I’m there,” he said, referring to Tricia’s party.

“Only weed right?” you asked.

“I promised you nothing else right?” he asked rhetorically.

“I’m just making sure,” you said, spraying your hair with a final layer of hair spray.

When you were finally finished, you took your clothes off and changed into your costume. When you turned around, Morty was rolling a blunt that wasn’t what surprised you. It was the huge sack of weed on his bed, seriously as big as your ass. You questioned whether it was safe to be taking all that but he assured you it would be secure in the car and of course, the fact that he carried it. The two of you took some selfies in the mirror before leaving. He of course made sure to compliment how good you looked which made you roll your eyes. Once you got to the party Tricia was a little sad that you didn’t come to get ready with all the girls but was happy to see you and Morty had worked things out. Normally you don’t smoke at all but after two shots, the idea of a blunt was rather intriguing. Morty was sitting in the arm of the chair and you were leaning back, pressed against him. The entire house was encased in smoke, it was like no matter where you went you couldn’t get a breath of oxygen. Morty walk talking with one of his buddies who were laughing and fucking around. You were holding a solo cup that was filled with cherry vodka sour, it was staining your lips a bright red. The only thing you had eaten all day was the Burger King after school so the weed and alcohol were hitting you heavily. You could tell Morty noticed because he was holding on to your waist as if you were going to lose balance. You turned around so that you were facing him, his eyes were red, the same as yours. He pulled you close and asked if you were doing okay.

“I wish we could go trick -hiccup- or treating like we used to,” you said giggling.

“Yeah, I miss when things were simple,” he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“I know I’m fucked up but have you been like… okay lately? You seem darker,” you drunkenly try to explain.

“I’m just becoming more aware of the bullshit around me. I’m fine, you’re fine; we’re fine,” he reassured you.

“I’m sorry I blew up at you last night, I’m having a really good time with you,” you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you,” he blurted out

“I love you too,” you said almost as fast as he said it. This was the first time you’d ever said I love you to each other. Even though you were both a little cross-faded, it still felt so personal and special. After about another hour you head back to his house and well… ya know if ya know.

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