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ajaynetic · 3 days
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Rick gif set #1
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fear-no-mort · 5 months
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rick not moving until he’s sure morty is okay….
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pwncez · 2 months
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˖⁺ ♥︎ ⋆ 𝒦𝐿𝒰𝒯𝒵
꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 2.4kay word count , fem reader , daddy kink , gilf dick ! ! ! ! ! , big dick rick :3 , ball worship , kind of mean rick , ditzy reader , kind of soff’ . . w feelings ? mayb . .
𝜗ϱ 𝓁𝓊𝓋 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝓂 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓀 . . . i wrote dis for mi . goin thru a lil bit of a rick sanchez brainrot sniffle :c thought dis cld ease mi out frm it .
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“do you think you deserve this? do you s-serio — huuarrpp — usly think you d-deserve my dick within mere inches of you?”
your response is expected — a blubbery fuss and dewy eyed stare, one full of raw, unrefined pleadings for absolution — it’s entirely, one hundred percent expected. rick knows you like the back of his hand. he knows almost all, nearly all, basically all, and you, sweet, little you, sit atop of that list — primped and pretty, spine straightened, one plush thigh crossed upon the other.
you’re aware that he does.
the position the two of you find yourselves in is one, more than not, complicated. you suppose there’s a better word for position, because physically, rick ‘know it all’ sanchez, has you laid atop of the hood of his car, on a barren planet, its soil, a dull colored magenta. in quick, sparing glances, you noticed how it’s molded with craters all over and hanging high within a sky shaded with topaz, two suns shine — bright and sweltering. rick’s car is more of a circular shaped air craft and if it weren’t for the both of his hands pressed into your hip, holding you steady, gravity would have had you slipping.
you started off on your back after he’d basically snatched you out of it and pressed you against the hood, hissing about how he hadn’t known that you could be so stupid — that if he knew that you were just as dumb and going to be a handful as morty, he would’ve left you back at the house. it was when the predicted tears began to trickle down your blush dusted cheeks that he thrusted one of your legs atop of the other, slanting himself out of the opened gap of them momentarily as he did so that they now lay stacked, positioned near his left hip.
the idyllic position for him to carelessly flick the bottom hem of your tiny, sad excuse of a dress up onto your torso and slip the pulsing, thick rod of his dick in between the smooth, fat cushioning of your thighs, right up against your cunt, devoid of cotton, lace, or even a simple string.
this is what got you both into this situation here.
“d-didn’t know,” your voice is quiet, embarrassed. good. you should be. “rick, ‘m sorry—“
“—almost g-got the both of us fucking killed. you, you . . you don’t think, j-jesus, you never do. no panties, on an alien planet inhabited by gazulons who can scent out pheromones light years away,” rick’s frown is deep. it etches into the pale, slatey skin around his mouth, pushes firm lines into his stubble dotted cheeks. and it’s incapable of growing any deeper, so when the fresh memory of you being cowered within the corner of an alleyway, surrounded by nearly a dozen, seven feet tall, tentacle for hands, stalk of eyes aliens, to express more of his anger, he compresses the pads of his fingers more firmly into your skin until he sees you wince.
honestly, he’s surprised. you’re soft. you’re so fucking soft. he wouldn’t be surprised if the blade of a knife came ricocheting back if it were to ever press into you. you’re like crème caramel — firm but sickeningly sweet. you bounce back when rick pokes, tremble when he pushes.
rick had only turned his back on you for a second to trade out a few crystals for a widget needed for the most recent device he’s been building over the past few days or so — ironically, a tracking device, for you.
that’s how this always goes, though. more often than not, rick closes his eyes to blink, turns his back, splits away for two seconds to take a fucking shit, and it’s never long until you’re getting yourself into some type of trouble. he hadn’t known a person could be such a magnetite for peril until he met you.
you don’t respond well to chastises, reprimands, and long explanations completed with whiteboards and diagrams drawn upon them after rick has to ultimately save your ass. no, he finds that this works much better. his dick, that is. when he shoves it down your throat and calmly explains why you can’t accompany him to a planet known for exterminating sweet, ditzy little things like you to regulate their population, you’re giving him a nod of understanding with strings of cum strewn over your cheeks and lips. when he has it buried deep inside the spasming walls of your pussy, fat cockhead nudging incessantly against the bumpy ridge of your cervix as if he were trying to make room for it inside, his words are damn near liquid gold. you grasp every single one and clutch them close against your bosom within your heart.
when the slender lines of his hips starts to move with purpose, you’re to only watch how his red, angry tip sheathes and reveals itself within the wrap of his foreskin as it plunges between your thighs, back and forth. on the more particularly rough forces, it prods against the swollen nub of your clit, each one sending a tiny current of electricity zapping up your spine.
you adore rick. you absolutely do. it’s never in your agenda to be a handful, nonetheless, you’re aware that you are. the adventures he takes you on are nothing less than adrenaline racing, and if you’re honest, the only times where rick pays attention to you. you don’t think you purposely push yourself into life or death situations, becoming too much of a hassle and getting banned from joining him on another has come to be one of your greatest fears, but, you’re beginning to think that maybe, subconsciously, you do so to get this treatment from him right here.
his eyes are only on you, not on anyone else’s or a tinkering machine, but yours. the cold pads of his fingers are pressed against your skin, his cock is throbbing, pulsing, standing upright just for you.
it’s the ultimate honor, you think.
“daddy, ‘m sorry,” you mewl and wrap your hands around his wrists.
“oh, that’s nice,” he bites out, thick brows dipping low into his eyes to mimic a familiar face of distaste. “g-guess ‘m daddy now. d-dunno — uuurrp — why it took me this long to realize t-that you may just be like every o-other fucking twenty one year old girl on earth. a caffeine addict with daddy issues.”
disregarding his words, you note how the little hole upon his tip tenses before it releases a fat dollop of precum that falls onto your thigh and begins to trickle over it. he likes it.
“c’mon,” you’re whining and trying to open your legs, bucking your hips to get the mushroom head to breach the clenching hole of your cunt. “daddy, please?”
a firm line within his jaw clicks. god, you’re frustrating. at the end of these long, winding days, after hopping endless universes and making clones of himself at the drop of a dime, rick is only a man.
you watch the thin, though plush, skin of his lips purse before he’s letting a dribble of spit fall from them and onto the meat of your pussy. he watches you shudder when he first eases in . . watches your eyes roll back into your head, the tautness of your muscles ease . . god.
it’s as though you hadn’t just got fucked within an inch of your life just twelve hours ago.
“y-you know maybe i should f-figure out another punishment for you,” he grumbles, letting his cock sink deeper and deeper into the all consuming chamber of warm, gushy, softness that is you your pussy. “make you wait in the car from here on out, tie you up, maybe . . spank you?” provisionally, rick lifts his hand before letting it fall onto the fat chub of your left ass cheek. your response is a flinch and whine. he’d be an absolute dumbass to not notice how you lick your lips, curl your toes, and nibble down on the bottom to imprison a frail whimper of sweet desire. of course, you like that, too.
“the fuck am i going to do with you, huh . . .”
he hangs his head when he starts to move — when he starts to thrust and pound and fuck. your pussy is something magical. rick won’t lie, he’s been around. he’s fucked more than he’s honestly should and in no way is he someone who likes to rank his partners, he has a way of knowing just how good a person can take dick just by looking at them so they’ve all sort of, kind of been on the same caliber, however, he thinks you are number one.
you take him beautifully — just lay and mewl and sniffle and moan.
his balls hang low. heavy, full, wrinkled, and dusted with hairs the color of cobalt blue. they plop plop plop against the tight, star shaped hole of your ass when he adjusts your legs to bend them up at the knees which he holds within the creases of his elbows. the position leaves you flat on your back and his face only a few inches above your own. his car rattles with his vigor and speed, a few loose screws scream at you both to take it down a notch.
your pussy squelches and pulses, creaming around his shaft that only pounds her harder — forcing her to push out more thick, sweet milk. “ungh, d-daddy, f-forgive me?” your hands, soft and small, fingernails layered with almond shaped acrylic, the same hands rick shoved a couple hundreds into’s palms to get done, cradle his face. “m, hng, m s-sorry.”
you feel so good. you’re so good. your tits bounce within the bustier of your dress, one threatens to spill over it. he views a peek of spotted, chocolate brown. “f-fuck, you know . . what you’re doing,” he hisses, shoving one of your legs higher until it dangles over the hill of his shoulder. “ ‘m l-leaving you on the next mission.”
he watches your face crumble — well, as much as it can while being glazed over with precious relief as his cockhead strokes up against that nice, little clump of nerves angled near the roof of your cunt. “baby, no,” you whine with a dejected crack of your voice between the words. “don’t be, h-hah, mean.”
what’s mean is you using your pussy, your smile, your eyes, your hands, your smell to drag him in like this. you’re the worst kind of drug. “i am.” he takes the initiative to kiss you, and it’s a messy thing, full of tongue and heavy breaths. you taste whisky and mint and a heat in your core starts to brew and fester akin to a bubbling concoction within a beaker. “nothing, y’nothi— nothing but a f-fucking, sweet fuckin’ christ, distraction. can’t do shit by yourself, n-need daddy with you everywhere you go.”
you feel the rough paw of a hand, large and firm, upon the back of your head. rick forces it down and makes you watch his cock drop inside and rise up again out of your needy cunt. it glistens beneath the beaming rays of the suns. you see how the veins decorating column of it twitch and flutter with rushing blood. “ ‘m g-gonna,” you tremble, fisting a hand within the strands of his hair. “. . mmm, rick — oh god, rick . .”
a man of his age can only keep a hard, quick speed for so long, however, when he slows down, rick rocks himself in deeper. pushes himself in until your clit rubs up against the ragged hairs that cushions the skin above his dick. “so fuckin’ dirty,” he mumbles, letting your head go to instead grab hold of your face. he kisses you again, this time, a bit more softer. “g-gonna cum all over m’dick, huh? gonna say thank you when you’re done, huh? that’s what, y’know, that’s what good girls do.”
his touch is what pushes you over the edge.
he shoves his face into your neck to suckle a faint bruise of love while his hand snatches down the top of your dress to have your tits fall into his palm. firmly, he grips it. squeezes and kneads and rolls it within the heel of his hand. he touches you as though you were a doll made of rubber and silicone — he manhandles and fondles. he touches you as if you’re his and his alone.
when you cum, your pussy damn near crushes his cock. it tightens up, nice and hard, so that the physical release of your orgasm is able to properly kindle and rush out as thick streams of slick and cream. you’re whimpering your thank you’s, clawing your nails into his hips to ride it out for as long as you can.
“ngh, fuck, get on, knees, get on your knees.”
rick’s pulling out with a hand wrapped tightly around his base when your orgasm, inevitably, starts to fade. you notice that his eyes are closed, face is tensed. when you comply, his hand is at the back of your head again and he’s leading you towards his sac which begins to bounce and jerk in time as he fists his cock, nice and quick. “awe, yeah . . awe, fuck — uh huh, g-good girl, lick my balls.”
you hum as you lathe your tongue across the furrowed skin, stroking it over the seam and the two, round globes on either side of it. your lips pucker and cheeks sink in while you suckle one inside of your mouth and let fall out with a loud pop. “mmm.”
he rubs his thumb beneath the tip, stroking it left and right, each time his fist rises to the tall pillar of it. “unh . . y-yeah, nasty fuckin’ — . . . s-s-shit.”
his entire body shudders as he cums. you continue to hum and stroke your tongue along the salt tinged skin of his balls as you hear the faint splatters of a few ribbons of cum hitting the metal of his car behind you. he’s always been more of a shooter, only dribbles when he’s pent up and tired.
“hmm.” he can only stare, half a smirk lifting the corner of his lips when your tongue starts a slow drag up the shaft of his cock so that you can carefully lead his tip between your lips and suckle the rest down. “yeah, drink it up,” he pats your head a few times, as a person would an overeager pup. “. . think i lied, guess i’ll keep you around for another adventure or two.”
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colormehazelnut · 3 months
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Oh how lucky (and twisted) it is for Rick...
To have a grandson who deeply craves for his affections and approval (and resents it and is repeatedly punished for it)
To have a grandson who is his best friend, his partner (his mutt, his dog, his slave, his lackey)
To have a grandson who is moulded by your own hands to be forgiving, selfless (eroded of his own self worth and confidence it's basically non-existent, to be settled with being reductive)
To have a grandson who is highly competent in weapons, curious as you in the name of science, shares your interests and hobbies, is emotionally intelligent and intuitive to yours (who fears for your life, your well being, to nurture your self destructive nature and not his own; who is so jaded and seen too much of the cruel universe; who deeply aches for his grandfather to be there for his milestones in life, his graduation, his first job, his first house)
To have a grandson who is braver than he is, who he would stand naked in the crowd for, who he dives in head first into the hole for, who without a doubt would choose over and over again and again (and it's the very same grandson who lived his entire life fearing his grandpa find him replaceable, to have his fears confirmed, and is ok with that)
Oh how terribly lucky you truly are Rick Sanchez to have this Morty Smith as your grandson
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invisiblegarabgetruck · 4 months
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oh to be a clone running free in the world (and be a pope)
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thesoftboiledegg · 4 months
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I love how this scene dodged the "blood relatives are your REAL family no matter what" trope. When Morty learns about Prime, he doesn't chase after him or angst about which Rick is his "real" grandfather. He just disowns him on the spot.
Same with "Unmortricken." Morty doesn't give two shits about Prime Rick, and it stays that way. No "Oh boy, should I follow this guy and learn who my REAL grandfather is?" or anger toward C-137 for killing his last blood relative. Prime is no grandfather of his.
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w-248 · 5 months
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Rick Prime and C-137 going on a date going into adventures as best friends
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((Struggled with Blender but here with go.)) ((Made in Blender3D with grease pencil and Geometry nodes.))
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joycew-blog · 6 months
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omfg pleeease let this be an episode! I already love it so much!
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fandomwe1rd0 · 24 days
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Just finished rewatching fear no Mort. Crying. Vomiting. Sobbing. Morty's greatest fear is that Rick doesn't care about him, when Rick cares so so so so so much. I would even go as far as to say he cares about Morty more than anyone else. He could've just walked away if he didn't care about Morty. But he stayed and immediately sounded happy when Morty was shown to be fine. He even tried to hug Morty back...but Morty was terrified that if Rick hugged him back he would still be in the hole...
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The fact that Rick didn't jump into the hole when Morty told him not to, even if he could've seen Diane again. The way he has a picture of Morty in his wallet, the fact that it's well worn out, the fact that it's in the front pocket, the fact he walked away looking so proud of his grandson...he immediately disproved what Morty was scared of and Morty didn't even see it. I...I cry
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audhd-author · 11 months
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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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galaxywarp · 22 days
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so, I love analyzing the body language in this show. and bless the animators for always giving me a lot to read into
I’m far from the first person to point this out, but Rick often freezes up or moves away when someone touches him or comes too close. He does this pretty visibly when first meeting Birdperson
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But something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about….
Later, when he asks Birdperson to come with him. When he finally is actually reaching out for him, both physically and emotionally ….
Birdperson takes a step away.
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ajaynetic · 3 days
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Rick gif set #4
#1 #2 #3
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ralka-egoid · 2 months
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s4nchez · 8 months
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Gentle
warnings: smut, fluff, some plot??, p in v sex, reader has a vagina, sex pollen, rick being weirdly soft, established relationship, oral (m!recieving), kinda switch rick?? not proofread im tired its 3am.
a/n: hi guys, i know i havent updated in likeee..... a little over a year.... but im back and ermmm i kinda forgot how to write. this is a little rushed bc im tired and too lazy to check anything but enjoy while i write more for rick😊😊
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Your boyfriend, Rick, had been in a lot of pain since his last adventure with Morty. You couldn't recall what his jumbled words were saying but you heard him in the garage rummaging around doing something.
Walking into the garage, you wrapped your hands around his waist, watching as he let out a triumphant noise. He had created a pill.
He quickly brought water and took the pill.
Nothing seemed to change at first, surprisingly. He was still in slight ache, his back, his neck, his black eye, his arm, his...
Oh my God.
"S-Shit." He cursed under his breath, rummaging through his work bench carelessly and for once, without a thought. "I.. eeurp- I fucked- I messed up, b-babe."
"Since when'd you mess up?" You laughed, not really believing him, looking down at the floor before catching a glimpse of his crotch. He had a raging boner.
"See. I messed up."
"I still don't get it, Rick." This was honestly the hardest you've ever seen him, you couldn't conjure up a decent guess as to what just happened.
"Uh- I k-eerp-inda, sorta, m-mayyybeee cre- made a pill w-with some sort of sex pollen. Uh," Rick awkwardly puckered his lips, fingers tapping against each other. "A-And you might have to fuck it out of me."
You sighed. He always makes things seem more serious than they are. Prior to this whole thing, you were actually coming down to the garage to see if your boyfriend wanted to spend some alone time, away from the Beth, Jerry, and the kids.
So this was right up your alley.
You didn't even notice Rick had walked up to you until you felt his chapped lips against yours. Sighing into the kiss, his hands grabbed at your hips roughly. You would've complained, but given the situation, you understood he couldn't control himself.
His hands roamed your body, squeezing your ass, rubbing his hand over your hip dips, your neck, jaw, lower back, nowhere was untouched at this point.
Finally, he had released the kiss, realizing you couldn't breathe.
"Y/N.." Nothing could have prepared you for his aggression. Quickly picking you up and pressing you against the garage door.
He had used his other hands to swiftly remove your tank top and shorts, smirking once he noticed that you had no bra or panties on, "Y-You wh- whore."
Rick's robotic arms got to work on his lower half, disgarding his jeans and boxers.
"Rick, please.." The garage was dark, only dim with the small lightbulb in the middle. It was around 2.A.M at this point and it hadn't crossed your mind that the garage echoed, "wait.."
"Wha-What's up?" He belched right after.
"Wouldn't everyone hear us? I mean.. the garage-"
"I'm not dumb, b-babe. The garage is on soundproof mode."
He let go of you. You looked up at him with doe eyes, his cock twitched at the sight of you looking up at him because of your height difference.
You got onto your knees quickly, keeping eye-contact the whole time while taking his cock in your hands.
Rick groaned, looking down at you as his hand went into your hair. Stroking his cock slowly, he sighed, eyelids dropping down heavily over his eyes. Your mouth watered at the feel of him and you whimpered impatiently, darting your tongue out to lick his tip.
His slender fingers tangled into your hair, murmuring sweet praises in pure awe when he caught sight of you holding onto his hips and attempting to deepthroat his entire length.
Ricks cock had hit the back of your throat and you heard a throaty whine escape his lips. Immediately looking up and stopping your motions.
"Aw, did you just whine??" You had smiled up at him and he swore he almost came at the sight alone, his eyes watery from the lost sensation.
"P-Please- urrp- co-continue."
You thought about it for a second, a finger to your lip, "how about something better?"
"B-Baby..." Rick whispered,
You looked up at him, bringing your lips to his tip, kissing it. You continued to kiss down his length until you got to his base, going up his abdomen and to his chest.
Your grin made his cock twitch. Hands flying to his chest and pushing him on top of his work bench, he almost yelled in protest until he realized you were climbing on top of him, perfectly straddling his hips.
He groaned at the action, "Fuck, Y/N.."
You held yourself up with your knees, grabbing ahold of his cock and lining it up with your wet entrance, teasing him a bit by rubbing his dick in between your folds and over your swollen clit.
You both moaned at the act. Hands gripping his shoulders while he took over, slowly lowering your hips onto his groin.
Whining at the sudden intrusion, Rick kissed your temple to try and soothe the pain of the stretch in your lower belly. After a few minutes or so, Ricks hand rested on your hip once more, "Y-You ready, baby?"
Nodding, he started thrusting up into you, both moaning at the initial sting. His eyes darted up to yours and tried to maintain eye contact knowing you couldn't from all the pleasure.
"Rick.." You gasped before bringing your lips to his in a slow, passionate kiss.
He'd never been so gentle with you, usually having to deal with quickies was okay with you but you've always pondered how it would've felt to have him take his time with you. Not be so quick to finish. It's not like you were a secret, no, his whole family knew. Almost everyone supported, almost, Jerry had never been so supportive of it.
His work and adventures always came in the way of your sex life. Sure, you were fulfilled. You were more than fulfilled, but that never stopped your thoughts as to how it'd feel to not rush.
I guess todays your lucky day.
His lips moved down to your neck and your heart thumped. This was so.. different. In a good way. His thrusts picked up speed and fervor.
"S-Shit.. God, y-you're ti-" he cut his own sentence off with a moan and straining his eyes shut while he buried his head in your shoulder, "tight.. oh my God."
He was absolutely in heaven and so were you. This new feeling had you addicted to his dick. Rick sighed sweet nothings into your ear. His cock hit your g-spot with every movement and it was absolutely wonderful.
Your stomach felt on fire. Literally. You knew you were close but you weren't used to this amount of pleasure.. ever. Feeling his cock twitch against your walls, you knew he was closw, deciding to bounce on his cock to speed up your guys release. You were desperate.
Both of you were letting out the most salacious sounds that you were starting to think that Ricks garage wasn't able to contain the noises inside the room much longer.
"R-Rick.. I'm close- shit!"
Cursing, Ricks cock spasmed. He threw his head back down againsg your shoulder and you tried to praise him, but nothing coherent came out as your own orgasm was approaching. He spurted his seed inside you, digging his fingernails into your soft hip and you almost gasped at the warm feeling. The feeling that led you to your release.
Your brain fogged up and your jaw went slack at the pressure waves of your orgasm. His hands rubbing at your arms, smiling at you as your sex contracted around his dick. You'd never fallen this hard from sex with Rick. It wasn't ever this intense in a gentle way. You knew it would be back to quickies but you still hoped it wouldn't be the last time you'd felt this good.
Once you both calmed down a bit, he rose his head and kissed your cheek lovingly, his lips were wet and swollen and slightly pinker than usual. You smiled at him warmly, cuddling up against his chest.
"F-Fuck, sweet-urrp-heart.." His chest vibrated from his deep voice and weirdly enough, you almost fell asleep from it.
"Tha.. That felt really good, Rick.."
"It did." His arms wrapped around you, his cock softening inside you. His hands traveled up and groped your breast, pecking kisses all over it.
"I love you, Rick," You brushed your lips against his, hand tangling into his hair, "so much, baby.."
His lips captured yours in yet another soft, passionate kiss, his scarred lips felt amazing on yours. Your hands moved towards his cheek, loving the feeling of being so passionately intimate with him.
He broke the kiss, tucking a hair behind your ear, smiling, "I.. I-I love you too, Y/N."
Needless to say, you guys slept in the garage that night.
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colormehazelnut · 4 months
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I don't know where else to put this gif but I find it so funny. Morty is just there commentating, Evil Morty is actually listening to him while Rick is just there sobbing about the death of Uncle Slo
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ech-hz · 1 year
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Rick and Morty episode art stuuuuuuuf
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