mortymonium

[mortymonium]

That's an exceptional idea, brother

i have an idea

[mortymonium]

Look at this cute lil fascist Morty with his cute lil martini. Awww.

[mortymonium]

Rick's always rough and doesn't acknowledge Morty's discomfort unless to mock him. Morty just takes it, since that's what he does. It's like his whole thing. He's one tough little guy. When Rick comes up with using a safe word, Morty thinks it's odd but also finds it kind of reassuring knowing that Rick actually cares for him enough to give him an opportunity to bail out if things ever get too out of hand. So he notes it, but promptly forgets about it.

Until one day when it's all too much. It's too much and Morty is telling Rick to stop. Then pleading. Screaming. Tears are rolling down his face as he's begging for Rick to stop. And then, he suddenly remembers. Morty screams at the top of his lungs, "BOOGER AIDS! BOOGER AIDS!!" This makes Rick stutter a bit. He gives Morty an expressionless look, but the kid has his eyes closed shut. Few moments pass by. Morty, scared out of his mind, tries to calm himself, still wary of the presence that is the cause of his distress.

Finally, he looks up. Only to witness a smirk forming on the old man's face.

He grabs Morty by his throat. Slams his head down, crushing his windpipe with the sudden movement. All while looking Morty straight in the eyes, taking in the pure terror that settles on the boy's face as the realization dawns on him.

It was never an option, Morty thinks as his vision goes in and out of focus. He was never in charge. This illusion of safety only existed for Rick's cruel entertainment. Just so Rick could fuck with him, more than he already does.

But then, among many atrocious sensations, disgust and the horror of the situation, there is something else. Something Morty would not admit to, even to himself. This nonexistent respect for his boundaries awakens some part of him. A twisted little voice that tells him how he's getting what he deserves. How he knew that this was coming. It was basically guaranteed with how Rick sometimes is with him, and yet. He was waiting for it. Waiting for Rick to take him by force, to show him where's his place and how little Morty's opinion matters.

Morty bites his tongue until he can taste copper. Tears and snort are rolling down his face. He's too exhausted to fight back anymore. Not really wanting to fight, just observing things as they happen to him. As he is violated over and over by the only person he thought he could trust.

And it does not take long for him to come. He's making an effort to hide it, but he's not fooling anyone, certainly not Rick.

"Slut" Rick mumbles under his breath then stumbles out of the room like nothing ever happened. Morty is curled up, left to brew in shame. Disgusted by his own body betraying him.

But much later, when he thinks Rick isn't watching, he jerks off to that memory.

i think rick should give morty the security of a safe word just to completely ignore it when it’s used. the horror in morty’s eyes when he realizes that rick isn’t stopping and he’s genuinely violating him