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Responsibility 📸

Smut - Masterlist

Kinks: not specified

“Squanchyyyyy” Rick drawled excited as the cat opened the door. The pounding music from inside muffling his voice slightly.

“Rick Sanchez! You som of a Squanch!! Get in here!” Squashy responded as he pulled Rick in. Kissing your hand lightly as he pulled you in next.

Within moments you and Rick were absolutely smashing shots. One after the other. Liquor wetting the corners of your mouths. You smiled brightly at Rick, concealing the burn of Vodka that coursed through your chest.

“God damn!!” Rick shouted excitedly. His arm draping around you. You smiled up at him before leaning in to press your lips softly against his neck. You felt his pulse quicken under your touch, and he let out a low growl, his hand reaching up to tangle in your hair.

"You keep kissing me like that and I can't be held responsible for my actions," he warned, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You smiled against his skin, your lips gentle yet insistent as you kissed him again, feeling his resolve weaken under your soft lips.

“Is that so?” You responded seductively, your voice slurred and all over the place. You giggled drunkly as his eyes pierced through yours. A smirk settled on his face.

“Yeah” he gulped. You kissed his neck again, this time sucking softly at his supple skin. With a swift movement, he took your hand and led you upstairs, his grip firm and determined. He pushed open the first bedroom door they came to, not caring who it belonged to, and pulled you inside, kicking the door shut behind you.

His mouth crashed down on yours, hungry and demanding, as he backed you up against the wall. Your hands explored his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, and he groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.

He spun you around, pressing you against the wall, his body flush against yours. You could feel his hardness against your back, and you arched into him, a soft moan escaping your lips. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and caressing, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He spun you around again, his mouth meeting yours in a fierce kiss as he walked you backwards towards the bed. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he pushed you down, following you onto the floor, his body covering yours. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed your body, squeezing and caressing, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He pulled your dress up, his hands rough and eager as he gripped your thighs, spreading them wide. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you wrapped your legs around him, urging him on.

With a low growl, he entered you, his movements quick and urgent. He pounded into you, his body slamming against yours, the force of his thrusts pushing you further up the floor with each drive. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into his back, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

The room filled with the sounds of your lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, your moans and gasps echoing off the walls. His movements became more erratic, his breaths coming in short pants, and you could feel his body tensing, his orgasm building.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. He collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath hot against your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, your bodies still joined, your hearts beating in sync.

“Holy fuck” you heard him whisper, the pair of you gently gasping for air.

“Yeah, holy fuck is right” you acknowledged. “Let’s go get hammered” you exclaimed as you let go of him. His cum slowly seeping out of you.

“Let’s get riggedy-riggedy- wrecked son!” He exclaimed making peace signs and holding them up to his mouth vulgarly.

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Easier 🐶

Fluff - Master list

Fluff

"Oh my god! You are unbearable!" You shouted at Rick.

"I'm unbearable?! H-h-have you met yourself?" Rick fired back.

"Yes, I've met myself and I think I'm a pretty damn good girlfriend" you fired back. "Unlike you"

"I'm not your girlfriend. I'm a fucking boy" Rick raged. "At least I'm not some hack pharmacist, with a fake fucking lab coat" he pointed to your coat as it hung on your ship.

"Fake lab coat? Fake lab coat?!?" You yelled. "Mother fucker, I earned this goddamned lab coat by working hard. You earned yours by-"

"Don't you dare say what I think you're going to" he said through gritted teeth.

"Being born fucking smart" you said it anyways.

"Oh jesus- fuck, I was not born smart (y/n)" Rick sighed angrily. "I worked hard, I threw myself into it."

"Same fucking thing!!" You exclaimed.

"Okay- you know what, well, I'm sorry you weren't born smart" He rolled his eyes. "If you fucking hate it so much, that I was "born smart" then fucking leave. It's easier for you to leave than me" Rick threw his arms up before letting them drop to his sides.

"You want me to leave?" You say injury lacing your voice. Your eyes pricked with tears. "I fucking love you, you asshole" you shouted. "Why is it easier for me to leave? Huh?"

"Because I fucking love you too" he replies back, "I'm the genius. I'm the one that has irrational attachments. It's easier for you to leave because you won't suicide mission yourself. I fucking will" the fire in your eyes had died out. He noticed it, immediately regretting telling you to leave.

"F-f-fine." You sniffle. You tensed your body, forcing it to be strong. "I'll fucking leave then" you say. You storm off to your house, ripping your coat off the ship mirror. "And fuck your stupid spaceship" you scream as you start your own car and drive off.

"I fucked up" Rick muttered.

"No shit you fucked up" Summers voice came from the garage door. "Grandpa Rick, not to say I'm better than you - because obviously you're really angry right now - but you're blind. (Y/n) is an amazing person and she treats you right. She puts up with your craziness and loves you through it all" Summer begins.

"But then, you go and belittle her intelligence and make fun of her lab coat because she didn't earn hers the same way you did. And that's fucked up." She continued on. "You should be nicer to her and understand that college took her a lot of time and energy that she maybe didn't always have. Especially when she's working and also being dragged along the cosmos with you, me, and Morty. So I don't know maybe... go after her and tell her you love her and make it up... but also change for her grandpa Rick. Be the man she needs and deserves. Not a piece of shit" Summer turned on her heel and went inside.

"I am a piece of shit" Rick mumbled. He got caught in his self loathing before deciding that he wanted you and needed you. He got in his ship and went looking for you.

You had a place Rick wouldn't find. Your location chip was thrown off by the large amount of electricity and satellite waves. You sat on a log in front of the lake. An ice cream cone in your hand that you picked away at slowly. It melted onto your fingers. Something that usually ailed you but today you were unbothered.

You were watching the little ducks on the pond. Suddenly hearing them start speaking in a way you could understand.

"Fuck you" quacked a duck.

"No fuck you" said another. They all began swimming in circles saying fuck you to each other. You sat back.

"Huh." You thought aloud. "Rick" you said loudly onto the lake. Rick appeared from the brush behind you.

"How'd you guess?" He smiled bashfully.

"The ducks were quacking then started saying fuck you's" you rolled your pretty (e/c) eyes. "You're the only one I knew that knows I wonder was animals actually say."

"Ha ha yeah... not as pleasant" Rick said. "L-look. I don't wanna know if it's easier to stay or go. I don't want you to leave." Rick sat next to you.

"You told me to leave" you say injured.

"I don't want you to leave" he held your hand tightly. "I want you to stay with me forever."

"It doesn't erase the thi-"

"I'm sorry for belittling your intelligence... and for making fun of your lab coat. If I love you, I shouldn't make fun of the things you have and the way you got them, after all, you're as smart as me... and emotionally intelligent, something I don't have" Rick sighed. His eyes bore deeply into yours. The same eyes that had seen the cosmos and walked unafraid and unashamed.

"You're right... you shouldn't do those things." You agreed. "But I also shouldn't call you names like unbearable, or say things I know make you upset" You acknowledged.

"I'm sorry (y/n)" Rick says. His hands holding yours.

"I'm sorry Rick" you say back. He enveloped you in a deep hug, holding your body closely to him. "I love you" you say.

"I love you more than you could ever know (y/n)" Rick replies. You sat and watched the ducks for awhile. As they roamed around talking vulgarly and nipping at each other in a way you and Rick actually understood.

"You should figure out a way to undo that" you laugh.

"Yeah- I really should , shouldn't I?" He laughs along side you. "I definitely need to do that" he said, your eyes widening as the ducks started being progressively more intense. They all look ed directly as you and Rick.

"Rick. I think we should-"

"Yeah, let's  go" Rick says quickly grabbing your hand and running to the ship.

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Natural Prey & Natural Predator 🐶

Fluff - Master List

TW: mentions of abuse

"Alex stop" you whispered quietly as your boyfriend threw things. This was probably the 3rd time this week that you'd have to clean up after the argument.

"Shut up! You don't fucking know anything. You're fucking stupid" he screamed as he threw stuff at you. You were bleeding, your eye was black and you were covered in bruises. Something that was hard to hide. You didn't have much makeup left over so you'd have to go out looking like this.

He went into another room, you took that opportunity to run. Leaving the front door open, you ran as far as your legs could take you, fortunately that was the street where your dad lived.

He'd be at work and you knew it. You couldn't hide behind him this time. The smith garage was open, as you stepped onto their driveway, Rick looked at you.

"What the fuck?" He exclaimed. "What happened?" He said as he came to your side. You were folded trying to catch your breath.

"Alex... crazy... he has... the car" you said in between your deep huffs. Your lungs were burning, your legs were on fire. Your eyes red and puffy. Rick looked at your bruises, the purple, yellows, blacks, greens, and blues painful to his eyes. One of your eyes had blood vessels popped leaving it bloody.

"Look, I need a verbal yes or no. Did he do this to you?" Rick asked firmly.

"Yes. He hurts me" you begin to cry again. Body shaking in Ricks arms. You heard the sound of your car. Alex had taken it from you as punishment. A bright red Dodge Challenger Hellcat peered around corner of the street.

"Is that him?" Rick asked, taking note of the fear in your eyes. You nodded. No words needed to be spoken. Your tears and shaking body were enough for him.

"(Y/n)!" Alex shouted as he got out of the car. He scoured your house before he caught a glimpse of you in Ricks garage. "Oh there you are baby!" He said endearingly. "I've been looking for you! You didn't mention you were seeing your dad, I love you dad"

"Incorrect." Rick stated.

"Come on (y/n), let's go home, I brought lunch" Alex held out his arms. You were tempted to run back into them. This was a cycle you couldn't break.

"She's not leaving" Rick said firmly. "She's staying here. Where she's safe" he dug. You saw Alex lose his composure slightly before regaining it.

"Yes she is, it's my wife" Alex smiled sweetly. "My perfect wife" Rick looked down at you as you shrunk behind him. You shook your head, clutching onto his coat.

"Sorry bud, no she's not" Rick replies.

"(Y/n), get in the fucking car" Alex said through gritted teeth.

"Bro, I just said "she's not leaving" are you fucking deaf?" Rick asks. His temper escaping him slowly.

"No im not deaf, you can't tell my wife what to do"

"Look, I'm not her dad, nor her freakishly deranged boyfriend..." Rick began letting the words sink in. "But what I am, is someone that will always keep her safe. So if you don't get the fuck off my driveway, I'll use force and you'll never have a way to step on a driveway again without needing a wheelchair"

"(Y/n)" Alex gritted again. "Get in the fucking car"

"No" Rick spoke for you. "See, she's also not speaking to you. I'm speaking for her against you. And I highly recommend you to get off my fucking driveway because I'm not afraid to kill you"

"Listen dude, this isn't your problem, just give the broken girl to me" Alex said.

"She's not broken." Rick defended. "She's perfectly fine. You fucking bruised her up and injured her and maybe hurt her fucking heart and mental health, but she's perfect. So if anyone is broken, it's you. Right about...." Rick droned when a ray shot towards Alex, breaking one of his legs instantly. "Now. See, now you're broken. Should I kick your ass like you did her?" Rick taunted.

"Bro, what the fuck did you do?" Alex whined in pain as he held his leg. Rick walked over and kicked his face, letting it fall back against the pavement before kicking him again. He shot another ray at Alex instantly healing him.

Rick stood him up and punched him in the gut. Kneeing him the face before punching him again. His face was bloody now, a broken nose, 2 black eyes.

"I'm not fucking done" Rick growled as Alex cried. "Is this what you did to her to make yourself feel all big and bad. Notice how I do it to you because- well- I'm already badass- but this makes you realize you're not shit" Rick grunted as his kicked Alex in the stomach repeatedly. "I'm a natural predator, I don't need to beat up those weaker than me, I'm respected as a force to be reckoned with... you? You're natural prey, you need to beat people up to gain respect, which news flash- you have none."

"Call 9-1-1 and let the know who fucking did this to you and make sure you tell them why" Rick said as he held a ray gun to Alex's chest.

"H-hello?" Alex cried into the phone. "Yes I need a police car to 1324 North Apricot Drive. There's been an altercation," Alex looked up at Rick who seemed bored and uninterested in keeping him alive. "I beat up my girlfriend" he sighed.

Within 3 minutes a few cruisers were pulling up to the house. Rick already had the gun stowed in his pocket.

"Ma'am" a cop approached you. "Would you like me to call you an ambulance?" You shook your head.

"When do I give you my statement?" you asked.

"Whenever you're ready sweetheart" the cop reassured you. You turned your head to see, talking to other officers. Alex was sitting on the curb in hand cuffs.

"Actually officer" you spoke up. "May I please have a medic? I'm bleeding a lot and don't want to have any open wounds." The officer nodded.

~ Sometime later~

You laid on the couch, curled into Ricks arms. The family came in loudly and they were quickly shushed.

"What happened?" Summer asked as Beth trailed a soft hand through your hair.

"This poor baby" Beth said. You had been sleeping for awhile. "How could someone do this?"

"I gotta call Gene" Jerry said disappearing.

"Her dad knows, they won't let him out of work but he said he'll be here at the end of the day." Rick said. "Her boyfriend has been beating her. But she ran here, and I kicked his ass and called the cops" Rick explained. "Smart girl, I'll admit. Finding her way to me. I'm glad I was there to protect her. She's in bad shape. Not broken, just needs some love and affection"

"We can do that" Beth said, Morty and Summer agreeing. "We can do that"

Your body shuddered with every breath you took. You had stitches now and were bandaged around your abdomen. You ended up have to go to a hospital due to severe bruising on your ribs. Pain medication too.

Rick looked down at you. The honey bee who needed protection. He found out that Alex clipped your wings as a form of punishment so you'd never sting him. So Rick promised to figure out how to help you.

Rick was absentmindedly playing with your hair. Your head jutting into his touch, very cat like. He thinks that your body can sense it isn't in danger. Either that or Rick's brain waves meshed really well with yours. He didn't know or care to try to figure it out.

You were wrapped in his arms and he was wrapped around your finger.

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7 Minutes 📸

Smut - Masterlist

Smut

AN: This is a flashback to when Rick was  in college. Both you and Rick and anyone involved are over the 21. Also, his current friends are included with this, even though they don't fit into this particular point of his life as a 22 y/o but I liked the concept of him being young.

"Oh look (y/n)! It's your man" your best friend pointed at the blue haired freak. You and Rick had a long history. You hung out with Squanchy  and Bird Person, fighting against the federation. You just thought it was fun.

"Oh shut up" You rolled your eyes. "I hate him, he's nothing more than an insolent fool"

"I sense a lie" Bird Person spoke from behind you. "Hello (y/n), I'm just here to grab a drink" he adds as he walks past you at the drink table. Rick approached the corner you to were standing in.

"(Y/n) baby, what's up!?" He exclaimed. Rick was either super into you... or just liked annoying you. Either way, you despised him.

"Rowdy Ricky" your best friend laughed as he hugged her. He turned to hug you but you pressed a hand you his chest and pushed him back lightly.

"Don't even think about it, Rick" you say.

"You'll be begging for me later baby" he shrugged before grabbing a beer and walking to another corner of the room.

A few moments later, the party was at a light hum before another one of the members went around and asked people if they wanted to play "7 Minutes in Heaven," you joking agreed. Not realizing the risk of being locked in a room with Rick Sanchez.

They began pushing you and Rick towards the closet. The room spins with laughter and cheers as the door shuts behind you, sealing you both in the dimly lit closet. Rick's eyes meet yours, and there's a spark of mischief and desire in his gaze.

"Seven minutes, huh?" he whispers, taking a step closer. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, and your heart starts to race.

"Don't even." You deadpan. "I'm so not into you"

"Then what're we gonna do for 7 minutes?" Rick asks.

"I don't know... stand here" you say.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He arches an amused eyebrow.

"You're fucking annoying?" You respond quickly.

“Oh but you love me and you know it” he teases, his voice low and irritatingly smooth.

"You wish," you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest. Rick chuckles, taking another step closer. You can feel the heat of his body, and it only serves to annoy you more.

"Come on, don't be like that," he says, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You swat his hand away, scowling. "I know you want me as much as I want you," he continues, his voice a low murmur.

"You're delusional," you snap, but Rick just smiles, undeterred. He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss. You try to pull away, but his hand grips your hip, holding you in place. You can feel his other hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and you grudgingly kiss him back, your body betraying you.

You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and you grind against him, eliciting a low growl from deep in his throat. His hands explore your body, tracing the curves of your hips and ass, before sliding under your shirt to caress your skin. You shiver at his touch, your breath coming in short gasps.

Rick's mouth moves to your neck, kissing and sucking gently, marking you as his. You moan softly, your head falling back to give him better access. His hands find your breasts, teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. You arch into his touch, wanting more.

With a swift movement, Rick lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He turns, pressing you against the closet door as he grinds his erection against you. You can feel the heat building between your legs, your body aching with need.

"Fuck, you feel good," Rick murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. You nod, your hands clutching at his shoulders, urging him on. He lifts your shirt off, then unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor. His mouth captures one of your nipples, sucking and biting gently, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core.

You reach between you, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down. He kicks them off, along with his boxers, and you can feel his hard length pressing against your entrance. You're so wet, so ready for him.

"Now, Rick," you whisper, your voice breathless with need. "Fuck me now."

He doesn't need to be told twice. With one swift thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. You moan, your head falling back against the door as he starts to move. His thrusts are deep and powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as Rick's pace quickens. He's breathing heavily, his face buried in your neck as he fucks you hard and fast. You can hear the others outside, their voices muffled, but you don't care. All that matters is the pleasure building between you and Rick.

"Cum for me," Rick growls, his voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

His words push you over the edge, and you cry out, your body convulsing as your orgasm hits you. Rick thrusts a few more times before finding his own release, his body tensing as he comes inside you.

You both stand there, panting and sweating, your bodies still joined as you come down from your high. Rick leans his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"That was... incredible," he murmurs.

You can't help but smile back, your body still tingling with pleasure.

"Yeah, it was," you agree, your voice soft and sated.

“So you still hate me?” Rick asks cocky as he helps you redress before dressing himself.

“Without a doubt you say” your heart fluttered slightly. You’d definitely be doing this again.

As you both straighten your clothes, you can't help but laugh at the craziness of it all. Seven minutes in heaven indeed. The closet door is opened everyone laughing and cheering.

“Sooooo?” Your best friend asks.

“I fucking hate his guts” you deadpan. She laughs as she hands you a drink.

“Well you can hate him, but me and Bird Person are up next. Boutta get dicked doooooowwwwnnn” she exclaims as she goes into the closet with BP. You roll your eyes and sip your drink.

Rick’s hand discreetly cupping your ass.

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Bet! 📸

Smut - Masterlist

You sat in the movie theater chair, popcorn in hand, eyes glued to the screen. You were munching away at the snack as Rick smirked at you. He was leaned back his feet kicked up on the chair in front of him.

"What is this called again?" He whisper quietly.

"Until Dawn" you drone back. You feel a gentle touch on your thigh, and you turn to see Rick leaning in, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in your stomach.

“Watch the movie. Focus on it.” Rick orders gently. His hand moves slowly, tracing patterns on your thigh, inching closer to your center. You can feel the heat of his touch even through the fabric of your jeans.

The theater around you gets fuzzy as his fingers deftly unbutton your jeans and slip inside, finding your most sensitive spot. You suppress a gasp, your breath hitching as he begins to explore, his touch both gentle and insistent.

“I said “focus” (y/n)” Rick says again, but sweetly. Rick's other arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his breath on your ear as he whispers, "You're so wet," his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

His fingers move with a practiced ease, circling and teasing, drawing out your pleasure. You try to keep your responses quiet, but every touch sends waves of sensation through you, making it hard to focus on anything but his hand and the building heat between your legs.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, his fingers dipping inside you, then pulling back to circle your clit. "But you've got to keep it down, or everyone will know what we're up to."

You nod, biting your lip to stifle a moan as he increases the pressure, his thumb finding your clit and circling it in time with his fingers. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. The movie plays on, but you're lost in your own private film, one starring Rick and the expert way his fingers work you.

"That's it," he whispers, his voice encouraging. "Be a good girl and keep quiet. Let me make you feel good."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you arch your back, pressing yourself more firmly against his hand. He takes the hint, his fingers moving faster, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to send you spiraling.

"You're so close" he teases, his voice a low growl in your ear as you stared at the screen. Eyes glassy, your body was trembling under him. Brain firing off trying to focus on the movie and on feeling him. "I can feel it. You're gonna come for me, aren't you?"

You nod, your body tensing as he increases the pace, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl. You have to bite down on your hand to keep from screaming as your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Rick pulls his hand away, a satisfied smile on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. You lean into him, your heart still racing, and he kisses the top of your head, his arm still wrapped around you. The movie comes to an end, the final scenes playing out as you come down from your orgasm.

As the lights come up, you quickly fix your clothes, your face flushed and your body still humming with pleasure. Rick leans over and kisses you softly on the lips, a promise of more to come. You smile back at him, your secret safe between you, a delicious memory to carry with you until your next stolen moment.

You interlock fingers with him as you grab the drink from the cup holder. He wore a confident smirk as your legs were slightly visibly wobbling.

“My hands are soaked with your cum, I fucking love how to coat my fingers” Rick whispers in your ear. You blushed deeply. “You’re lucky we ran out of time, you would’ve been licking my hands clean like a good girl” Rick added.

“Rick!” You lightly hit his chest. He chuckled before pulling you in front of him in the isles.

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Professor Sanchez P.3 📖

Smut • Part 1 • Part 2 • Master list

Smut

Kinks: not specified

You were making out on the hood of your car. Tongues deeply intertwined as you did. You were leaned back as his arms supported you.

"This is not getting out here" you say between kisses.

"Good point" he says. He reached in his pocket pulling out a gun, he angles it behind you shooting a portal letting through it with you and onto his soft mattress.

"I'm too drunk to wanna know the mechanics of it, but I'm gonna have to know what the fuck that was." You say before reconnecting your lips to his.

"Fine by me, I'm dying to have you" Rick answers.  He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest as he rolls on top of you, pinning you down with his weight. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling his hardness press against you.

"Then shut up and take me," you demand, your voice breathy and lustful.

Rick smirks, leaning down to capture your lips in a fierce, sloppy kiss. His hands roam your body, gripping and squeezing, marking you as his. You moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his back, urging him on.

He tears your shirt off, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that will surely turn into bruises tomorrow. You don't care. You want them. You want to wear his claims like badges of honor. Something you'd proudly brandish in class for the next few days.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot, (y/n)" Rick mutters, his voice a low growl as he trails kisses down your chest, his hands working to unhook your bra. "Such perfect fucking tits."

You arch your back, pushing your breasts into his face, a soft cry escaping your lips as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting.

Rick's hands move to your pants, fumbling with the button before finally ripping them off, taking your underwear with them. He settles between your legs, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing you, driving you wild with need.

"Rick, please," you beg, your voice a whimper. "Fuck me already." He smirks, leaning down to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth, owning it.

"Since you asked so nicely, beautiful" he rumbles, and with one brutal thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely.

You cry out, your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper. Rick starts to move, his hips snapping against yours, each thrust brutal and desperate. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin, a symphony of drunk, desperate fucking.

"You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight and wet for me." He says, his mouth at your ear, his breath hot and rugged. You whimper, your body clenching around him, your orgasm building with each brutal thrust.

"Oh my god, I'm close. So close." You moan loudly. He reaches between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in rough, desperate circles. "Come for me, pretty girl. Let me feel that tight pussy milk my cock."

And you do. You shatter, your body convulsing, your nails digging into Rick's back, your scream of pleasure filling the room. Rick groans, his body tensing, his movements becoming erratic before he rips his cock from you, his cock pulsing as he finds his own release and lets it mark your body.

He collapses on top of you, both of you gasping for breath, your bodies slick with sweat. Rick rolls off you, pulling you into his side, his arm heavy across your chest.

"Fuck" he mutters, his voice already slurring with exhaustion and alcohol. "That was... fuck."

You smile, your eyes already closing, your body sated and relaxed.

"Oh yeah? At a loss for words?" You tease gently.

"Fuck off" Rick chuckles playfully. "I'm drunk"

"Me too" you say laying comfortably beside him, falling asleep in his arms. He planted a rough kiss on your temple before pulling you into him.

~the next morning~

You woke up to feel your head pounding. An arm around you and the soft snoring of the man you slept with. You decided to lay your head back down and let yourself wake up.

You saw familiar clothes on the floor. A white lab coat. That light blue shirt, your mouth dropped open slightly as you turned your head to see your Professor. You managed to find your phone on the bedside table.

'GIRL! I am so FUCKED' you texted your best friend from back home.

'What???? Did you do??' She replied almost immediately.

'I got super drunk and accidentally slept with my PROFESSOR' you write.

'Oh honey, you are soooo fucked'

'Is he up yet?'

'I mean you're a cold hearted bitch, just leave before her gets up😂' she said.

You looked over at him, he looked so cute and so peaceful. His arm was slung around your waist holding you against him. You quietly set your phone down, and slowly tried to work your way out of his grasp.

He started moving, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

"I really hope you weren't trying to leave before I was able to at least offer breakfast" he yawns. "Oh shit-you" he muttered finally as his eyes adjusted.

"Good morning" you giggle sheepishly.

"Good morning little miss knows it all" he chuckles. He kissed your temple gently. "So do you want breakfast in bed or I know this great place off planet that serves an anti hangover drink" he says as he gets out of bed. Turning to lay another kiss on your puffy lips.

He tossed his shirt towards you. His briefs ruffling against the sheets. He ran a hang through his messy blue hair. You put his shirt on and sat up in his bed, petrified. He returned a moment later with his tooth brush in his mouth.

"So?" He asked. The white foam coating the sides of his mouth.

"I- uh- I was just gonna go back-back-back home" you stutter. Your eyes scanning his body as he walked away. Not muscled but the body type you liked. Skinny and agile.

"And do what? Fix yourself a sad omelet in your apartment kitchen and drink overpriced- oh what's it called on this planet?- Starbucks coffee?" He sassed from the other room. Your eyes widened as that was exactly what you were going to do.

"So anti hang over, you say?" You giggled bashful.

"Thats a smart girl" Rick said returning back into the room. You smiled, getting out of bed and pulling on your jeans. His large shirt dropping to your mid thighs. You moved around underneath it and pulled your bra on. Standing finally to put on your shoes. You grabbed your shirt off the floor and switched ricks for it.

"Breakfast!" You exclaim quietly as he opens a portal, walking you through it.

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Quietly! 📸

Smut - Masterlist

Kinks: shower sex, having to be quiet

Smut

Kinks: sex in the shower

You and Rick were in the garage, he was fixing a

Quantum Tachyon Splitter, you were under the ship, doing some general maintenance. Replacing gears with the high quality ones you got from gear world.

Morty was out lolly-gagging. This was the first time in weeks that Morty wasn't attached at your hips. You thought Rick was clingy, no, fucking Morty was clingy.

You and Rick desperately need a break. Surprisingly, you weren't clawing at each other's clothes like usual, or kissing so hard your lips were numb.

"Babe!" Rick called to you. You were slid up under the ship, cranking a wrench.

"Yeah?" You answered coming out from underneath. You stood up and wiped your hands on a rag. You walked up behind him and gently kissed his neck.

"Can you hold this in place so I can *burps* grab the new crystal?" He asked. You took over and held it in place while he grabbed a new crystal. Working it into the socket. "Aaaand let's see if this works" he announces. He pressed the button and held a tachyon to it, letting it split.

"Attababe!" You exclaim before walking back to the ship.

"What're you fixing under there?" He asked, his voice raspy.

"Well I changed the oil but the diagnostic I did, showed a third of the bears needed to be changed. So I'm changing the gears out" you say as you sit back down on the creeper. Rick looks at the box, the brightly colored label catching his eye.

"Holy fuck (y/n) did you buy these?" He asks as he picks one up.

"Fuck no!" You exclaim. "I stole them from Gearheads car" you say.

- Cut to Gear Head-

Gearhead is sitting in his car, getting ready to leave.

"Awwwww fuck" he lays his head on the steering wheel, letting the horn blow extensively.

-Back to you and Rick-

"Oh well that's *hiccups* relieving." Rick chuckles. "Anyways, how much more do you have to do? I wanna take you to dinner tonight"

"This is the last one" you say as you took out the other gear and replaced it. A few minutes later you slid out from under the ship. "I gotta run one last diagnostic on it th-"

"Dad, (y/n), we're going to Shoneys for dinner, would you guys wanna go?" Beth asks.

"Yeah" Rick answered.

"Do I have time to shower?" You ask. "I smell like car fluids"

"Yeah of course (y/n)" she replied.

"Coolsies" you say as you close the hood and check the diagnostic. The car was in the green. "I'm gonna go shower, and I'll see you in a bit" you tell Rick.

"What are you talking about? I'm showering with you? The fuck?" He deadpans, quirking an eyebrow. You were already half way in the house, Rick tailing behind.

Grabbing your towels from Rick’s room and heading to the bathroom. You turned on the water and began undressing. You let your (h/c) hair from the bun letting it fall around you.

“You’ve always had beautiful hair” Rick says locking the door behind you. He began undressed, his blue hair dirty. You had already started the water.

“Thank you” you say quietly as you turn to the shower.

You both slip into the shower, the steam already filling the bathroom, creating a private, misty cocoon. Rick turns on the water, adjusting it to a warm, relaxing temperature. He pulls you close, his hands already exploring your body, a hungry grin on his face.

"About time we had a moment to ourselves," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. You can feel his excitement pressing against you, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

"Shh, we have to be quiet," you remind him, your voice barely a whisper. He starts to kiss you, his lips soft and insistent, his tongue exploring your mouth. You kiss him back, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans quietly, the sound vibrating against your lips.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he says, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.

You turn around, pressing your back against his chest, and he starts to wash your back, his hands moving in slow, sensual circles.

"Rick, that feels so good," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed. He leans down to kiss your shoulder, his voice a low rumble.

"I'm glad you think so." You can feel his hardness against your lower back, and you grind against him, earning a low hiss from him. "Be quiet," he reminds you, his voice a low growl, teasingly.

You turn the tables, taking his soap from the wall rack and starting to wash his chest, your hands exploring every ridge, every scar.

"You're amazing," you tell him, your voice soft, your eyes meeting his. You can feel his heart pounding under your palm, and you lean up to kiss his neck, his jaw, his ear. "I love you, Rick," you whisper, your voice so soft it's almost carried away by the steam. He turns you back around, his eyes dark with desire, his breath coming in quick gasps.

"I love you too, you know that right?" he says, his voice hoarse with emotion. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. He enters you slowly, both of you stifling your moans, your breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps.

"Rick, I need you," you whisper, your voice desperate, your body already aching with need. He starts to move, his hips thrusting against yours, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you down onto him.

"I'm here, I've got you," he reassures you, his voice strained with effort. "Let's just... take it easy," he says, trying to hold himself back. You can feel the pleasure building, your body tensing, your nails digging into his back.

"Rick, I can't hold on much longer," you warn him, your voice a desperate whisper. He mutes your cries with his mouth, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans. His movements become more urgent, more desperate, and you can feel him losing control.

"Cum with me," he whispers against your lips, his voice hoarse, his body tense. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his body shaking, his breath hot against your neck. You follow soon after, your body convulsing, your teeth sinking into his shoulder to stifle your cry.

He holds you there, your bodies still joined, your breaths slowly returning to normal. He pulls out, setting you down gently, a soft smile on his face.

"That was... something," he says, his voice low, his eyes never leaving yours. "I needed that."

“Me too… I love Morty but he’s been all over us the past couple weeks… I just needed some me and you time and when we had it we’re busying working” you admit.

“Yeah trust me, I feel the same way” he answers. “But now it’s just us, pretty girl” he kisses you again. He begins to wash himself as you did the same. The two of taking turns washing each others hair and scrubbing the others back.

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More 📸

Smut- Masterlist

Kinks: bathroom sex, drunk sex

TW: drinking, drunk sex

“I’m not suitable for everyone” Rick shrugs. You were standing next to him at the bar asking for his number. I mean, who could blame you, he was good looking.

“W-w-well, I didn’t ask if you were suitable for me, I ask for your number” you stammered.

“Look, you’re really cute, kid, but I’m way out of your league. You’re tiny, a light weight” Rick chuckled turning back to the bartender.

“I’m 24, and I’m far from a light weight” you say. Lie. You were. You could hold alcohol like no other, but you got drunk quickly. Happens to the best of us. “Reggie!” You called to the bartender.

“Yeah, (y/n/n)?” Reggie answered. You’d known Reggie since you were 18. He knew you had a fake ID, but you didn’t act out and as soon as a cop came in, you always avoided the bar and any exits, burying yourself deep within the crowd. Reggie was a good friend, funnily enough, a hornet. But he looked out for you and made sure you got to wherever you needed to go safely.

“Can I get two of whatever’s he’s drinking!” You called. Reggie nodded and poured up to glasses, sliding them into your hand. “So I have a proposal for you” you turn to Rick.

“What’s that?” He chuckles, shaking his head and turning to you. He couldn’t deny you were a sight for sore eyes. You had that bright eyes bushy tailed (not literally) look in your eyes. Someone that had never seen heaven nor kissed the lips of someone like him.

“If I out drink you, you give me your number” you begin.

“Fuck. De-“ he reached towards the glass.

“But if you out drink me, I’ll give you head and never bother you again” you finish.

“How does that benefit me?” He asks. “What if you give me really good head and I need you to do it again?”

“That’s a you problem then, Rick” you smile deviously and hand him his drink. “So deal?”

“You are so fucking on” Rick smirked as you downed your first drink. He followed.

~ some time (idk how much time, I’m drunk too) later ~

You and Rick we drunk to the point of stumbling whenever you stood. Both of your livers probably crying for help. You were a bee so your alcohol content was actually converting itself into venom, something you didn’t know happened.

14 shots lay between you. You had 30 seconds to finish all 7 shots. You and Rick were taking turns buying rounds, your wallet unknowing to the brick of alcoholic strain it’d see at the end of the night.

“Alright!!” You out loud to the bar. “I need 30 seconds on the fucking clock!!”

“3, 2, 1” they counted down before starting to count again. You and Rick were slamming shots, you succeeding. Rick was slowing down though, the burn attacking his lungs. The crowd is electric, cheering and shouting.

“30!” The crowd finished. The cheered louder as you stood on the stool.

“Are you not entertained?!?” You exclaimed pointing, phone cameras pointed at you. Rick was smiling up at you, pure awe as you smiled and brandished the finished handle of Tito’s that you and Rick finished together.

You got off your stool, sitting down normally.

“That was quite a show, pretty girl” Rick smiled drunkly. A series of hiccups and burp’s following behind.

“You alright there, space cadet?" you ask, a playful smirk on your lips. He grins back, his eyes sparkling with mischief despite his obvious inebriation.

"I'm fucking fantastic," he slurs, pulling you close. "And you're fucking beautiful." His hands rest on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension between you both palpable. The room seems to spin slightly as you lean in, the alcohol in your system making you bold and daring.

"Prove it," you whisper in his ear.

“With fu-*burps*-cking pleasure” Rick replies. You quietly slip to the bathroom, leading him behind you. Reggie knew well enough that people fucked in the bathrooms. He let it slide as long as his managed wasn’t there.

The restroom is thankfully empty, the door clicking shut behind you, muffling the noise from the bar. Rick's hands are on you instantly, pulling you against his hard body. You can feel his erection pressing into your stomach as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matches your own.

His hands roam your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, your ass, your thighs, as if he can't get enough. You tug at his shirt, eager to feel his skin, and he obliges, pulling it off over his head and tossing it to the floor.

You run your hands over his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin, the sprinkling of hair that trails down his stomach and disappears into his pants. You unbutton his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing his already hard cock. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

He's fully hard, his cock standing tall and proud, ready for you. You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly, feeling his velvety smoothness and the steel underneath. He groans, his head falling back, his eyes closing in pleasure.

He turns you around, bending you over the sink, and hikes up your skirt, exposing your ass. He pulls your thong to the side, his fingers finding your wet and ready pussy. He teases you, running his fingers up and down your slit, circling your clit, before sliding two fingers inside, pumping them in and out while his thumb circles your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "I love how ready you are for me."

You moan, pushing back against his hand, wanting more. He obliges, replacing his fingers with his cock, entering you slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size. He starts to move, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, each stroke slow and deep. He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure building with each movement of his hips, each stroke of his fingers.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Your pussy is so tight and wet." His words send a shiver down your spine, heightening your arousal. He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the small restroom, mixing with your moans and his groans of pleasure.

He pulls out suddenly, spinning you around and lifting you onto the counter. You scoot back, giving him room to step between your legs. He enters you again, his cock filling you completely. He starts to move, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, each stroke slow and deep. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps.

But he's not done yet. He pulls out, spinning you around again and bending you over the counter. He enters you from behind, his cock hard and ready again. He starts to move, his hips rolling as he thrusts into you, each stroke slow and deep. He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips at your ear.

"I could fuck you all night," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Your body is perfect. Your pussy is perfect." He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is intense, the pleasure building quickly. You can feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps.

The angle is perfect, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps.

“Oh good girl” he coaxes. “Cum for me” he whispers gently in your ear.

"Rick," you cry out, your body shaking as the orgasm riddles your body, your pussy clenching around his cock. He groans, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes, filling you with his hot seed, groaning in your ear.

He pulls you close, your bodies slick with sweat, your hearts pounding in sync. As you clean up and fix your clothes, you can't help but smile at each other, a shared secret passing between you.

“So does this mean I can have your number?” You smirk as he towers over you. His hand above your head. A raspy, deep chuckle eliciting from him.

“How about you have me wrapped around your fucking fingers” Rick admits seductively.

“Ooo” you say. “I like that a lot better than just your number” you’re holding onto his lab coat.

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Professor Sanchez P.2 📖

Part 1 • Master list

"Ooo-*burps*-kay" welcome back to class. I'm gonna trust you all tried to do that fucking homework" he yawns. "I'm also gonna assume that you didn't complete it because you need help doing it"

You sat back and watched as he moved. You didn't realize it but he is so good looking. Your eyes scanned down his body, you noticed a large bulge. You shook your head, your (h/c) floating around you.

Professor walked through the small room, looking at the completion level of each individual student. Making mental notes of what problems to go over. He finally got to you, your paper set out on your desk as he requested. You were busy drawing and working on blueprints to a spaceship you were building with scrap metals

"You fin-finished it?" He asked as he leaned down in front of you. The smell of his cologne had overloading your senses. He smells so good you thought to yourself.

"Yes sir" you answer calmly, looking up at him through your eye lashes. "It's polytropic equations, I learned this 3 semesters ago" you say lowly.

"Yeah, I didn't ask." He says rudely.

"Well you asked if I finished it" you sassed back.

"Excuse me?" He said taken aback. "Look, I don't know if you think you're better than I am or or or-"

"Look, Professor, I don't know what's got you all upset, but I'm not better than you. You're the teacher, I'm the student. I just finished the homework. That's all I'm saying" you say calmly. His mouth hung open, seemingly at a loss for words.

"Fine." He said curtly, walking away quickly. The rest of the class went by quickly. He went over the homework, that you'd already completed. You'd decided that you'd go out for drinks tonight. You didn't have many friends, most of them were just people you'd met in passing and never saw again. His watch went off, breaking you from thought.

"Okay, see you guys Fri-*burps*-day" Professor Sanchez announced. "Remember homework 2 is due Friday morning, if you need help, come to office hours and you know the rest" he waved you off.

You walked past him, allowing him to glare at you. No chip on your shoulder just normal exiting from class.

~Later that Night~

It was 9 when you made it out to the nearest bar. A place you'd grown accustomed to over the years, called Terry's. You knew the dude that worked there really well and usually drank for free.

You sat in your usual seat, leaning forward slightly. You had on a black corset top and looser fitting jeans. Leaving room for your thong to make a small appearance. You'd maybe take someone home, probably not.

"So pretty girl, what's your mood for tonight? Are we brooding and pissed at the world or am I scraping you off the bathroom floor while you're blacked out" Jason joked as he approached you.

"Jason!" You exclaimed happily. "I was thinking we do Scotch on the rocks" you sigh.

"That kinda day huh?" He smiled sweetly. "Top shelf, I assume"

"Oh you know me so well" you wink.

"One brooding and pissed at the world coming right up" Jason chuckled. "So tell me, who's causing your strife tonight?"

"Some blue haired freak of a professor hopped on my case about homework" you rolled your eyes. "Thinks I was trying to out smart him. Which I wasn't" you defend.

"Blue haired freak is quite the insult." Jason leans on the other side of the bar, chuckling deeply. "Look, don't stress him, he's probably a grouch and most likely will retire"

"Yeah he should. Like today" you say sourly, leaning your head on your hands while you sipped your drink to completion.

Rick's POV~

I walked into the bar I frequented most on Wednesdays. $1 shot night. Terrys was the best choice in the fucking college student riddled part of town.

I sat down at the farthest end of the door. A pretty girl on the other side. I'd never seen her here before, tonight must be the lucky night.

"Hey, man, what can I getcha?" The bartender asked. A tall blonde kid, I've seen him before. He was the usual bartender here.

"I'll take a double shot of Jack" I said. Pulling my wallet out for my card to start a tab. I looked at the girl, her own dark liquor settling in its glass as she sets it down.

"Here ya go!" The bartender set down my glass as I handed him my card. "Name?"

"Rick Sanchez" I stated. "Hey- what's that girl over there drinking? The one with with (h/c) hair" I asked.

"Scotch on the rocks" he smiled. "Careful, she's had a bit of a day" he winked. I smirked and ran my hand through my hair. She hadn't noticed me yet, but that was the least of my worries.

"Send her what *burps* ever she's drinking, and keep the rounds going. Tell her it's from me" I say. "Please" he nodded curtly. Opening a tab under my name and making her a drink, sliding it to her.

Your POV

"Who's this from?" You asked Jason.

"Dude at the other end of the bar. He might be loaded, said to keep the rounds going" He replied with a shrug.

"Hmm. Interesting" you say looking towards him. You saw his smirk and gave a half smile back before downing your drink and starting on the other one.

You kept drinking and the rounds kept coming. You were 4 drinks in when you decided to walk over there.

"So, you buy me 3 rounds, don't come say hi, and I'm supposed to assume what? You tryin to kidnap me?" You joke.

"I buy you 3 rounds, and you make no effort to give me more than 1 half assed *burps* smile, and I'm supposed to want to kidnap you? You're rude" he replies in return. A grin plastered on his face.

"Fair. So let's assume I'm not rude, and you're not going to kidnap me... what're your intentions?" You ask, taking a sip of your drink.

"To get fucked up with a pretty girl and maybe end up in her bed or her in mine" Rick answers unashamedly.

"Pretty girl? Wow! You're bold" you roll your eyes.

"You're right... astonishingly gorgeous." He corrects. "I mis-*burps*-spoke"

"You're tryin real hard" you giggle.

"Not hard enough if you're still not falling for me a little" Rick says, his voice laced with cocky undertones.

"I can't fall for your if I don't know your name"

"Rick Sanchez" he responds. You were too drunk to remember he was your professor. The face blindness was too real. You were focused on getting railed tonight.

"(Y/n) Gilligan" you respond. "Jason!" You call.

"Yeah (y/n)?" He walks up.

"Can you make me a double shot of Malibu with pineapple juice, and whatever Rick is drinking, put it on my tab pretty please" you ask.

"You got it!" Jason smiles and turns to make you the drinks. He turns to register and puts them under your tab.

"So scotch on the rocks then Malibu rum... what changed your mood?" Rick asks.

"A handsome stranger bought me a few drinks" you reply.

"Puh-lease" Rick rolls his eyes. "Not a stranger if you know my name" he says as he pulls a chair out for you. You use his shoulder for stability as you sit on the his chair. You kept your hand on him even as you sipped your drink.

"So, what do you study?" You asked.

"I study pretty girls and what they drink" he answers as he takes a deep gulp of his whiskey.

"Interesting... I study handsome men and my chances of landing in his bed" you reply smartly.

"So I guess we're both in the same major" he winks. You giggle at his joke.

Hours had gone by, you and Rick had gotten comfortable, letting each other hands roam around each other as you got drunker still. Going shot for shot,

"So, you wanna get out of here?" Rick said in your ear.

"Do I ever" you respond.

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Another Citadel Episode 🪐

Master List

"He's not coming back, is he?" Beth asked solemnly.

"No" Morty said as he laid his head in your shoulder. You were destroyed. You and the family had argued with Jerry over if you were gonna give Rick up. Obviously not, but Rick turned himself in.

~ A few days later~

Summer was throwing a fit about Rick as you stood in the garage running a maintenance diagnostics on your ship. You weren't entirely listening until Morty went running after Summer screaming something about "ghoulish overkill". You remembered the bodies in the backyard, making you run after them.

You stopped just short of Rick's grave, the smell absolutely repulsive. Summer was bent down, picking up the portal gun.

"Summer-"

"Kids, it'll alarm the citadel if you-" you began, being cut off by Conroy.

"My goodness, children." It began seeming to go to a system reboot. "Relinquish the illegal technology to the nearest Federation Representative" another reboot. "And then we'll all play Balderdash"

"I always hated you Conroy" you groaned, pulling out your gun. Shooting Conroy before jumping through a portal with the kids. Landing in the Prime Dimension (C-137).

You looked around carefully as Morty and Summer got approached by Morty's original family.

"Oh my god, I have that exact same top" a rugged Summer said. You followed Beth and Jerry to the house while Morty explained to Summer what Dimension they were in.

"Hey, I'm gonna scour my house the garage" you tell Morty, "I'll be back" you say disappearing off to your house. You were in the garage when you heard loud noises, when you entered the dining room you had seen the destroyed Portal gun.

"Oh shit-"

"We have detected a broken Portal gun. Where is your Rick?"

"Captured by the Federation" you say. "Send the SEAL team Rick's" you tell them.

"Yes, R-right away (y/n)" one Rick said, his eyes low with love and lust, his voice softer and a smile plastered on his face. You walked straight through the Portal, Morty and Summer quietly falling behind.

"(Y/n)? What's going on?" Summer whispered.

"It's called Dimensional Repetition Theory. Basically, every Rick has a Morty, right? Well, that also means around this time period, every Rick will have a (y/n), meaning we have the leg up here. Rick's would do anything for us, theyre simps. The Rick timeline is all based on or around C-137. Because he is... the original Rick" you say.

"So does that mean every Rick has a cronenburg world?"

"No every Rick lives as his own, just something's are repeated across infinity. Every timeline is slightly different. Like right now, just our Rick has been captured" you explain.

"We'll be lenient if you renounce your Rick, what say you, Summer?" a funny looking one said as you stood before the council. "Hello, (y/n)" he added. You nodded your head checking your watch.

"I say Fuck you! Grandpa Rick was my hero. You killed him because you're jealous of him... That's pretty obvious from your stupid haircuts. So do what you want to me, but let my brother go... he already renounced Rick" Summer said solemnly.

“ I don't renounce Rick, and I never have.” Morty began, you eyed each Rick. Seeking out the threat level of each one. “I was just trying to protect my sister. I wanted you to have a normal life. That's something you can't have when Rick shows up. Everything real turns fake. Everything right is wrong. All you know is that you know nothing and he knows everything. And, well -- well, he's not a villain, Summer, but he shouldn't be your hero. He's more like a demon or a super fucked up god.” Morty said confused.

“Let's not suck the ghost of his dick too hard. He was a terrorist, and now he's dead.” The funny looking Rick spoke again.

“Oh, yeah? If you think my Rick's dead, he's alive. And if you think you're safe, he's coming for you!” Morty announces, striking fear into them. You could see the fear on their faces. You checked your watch again. The location chip in all the Ricks for their (y/n)s was lighting up on your watch. You scrolled looking for one that looked out of place. You paused on a moving one, watching it.

“Hey, whoa, whoa! What are you doing in here? This area's for teleporting the entire Citadel to somewhere else using only buttons and dials.” A worker Rick stated.

“Yeah, well, it's a bad idea to have it designed that way then, isn't it?” The commander chuckled tapping buttons and dials rapidly.

“ What the fuck? We just teleported into a galactic federal prison!” The worker Rick shouted.

“I'm gonna go take a shit.” The commander said. You smirked at your watch, realizing who was who. Alarms suddenly started going off.

“ The Citadel's been teleported to *burps* Federation space. It's doomed. This has to be C-137, you guys. What are we gonna do?! You know he's coming for us.” An Afroed Rick said, you locked eyes with him. Realizing who he was. You smirked.

“All right, calm down! We have his Summer as a hostage. Obviously, I get her. You guys play Rick, Laser, Scissors for the Morty.” Funny haired Rick said.

“W-W-What the hell is that?” A rick said as he looked at the remote.

“Payback.” Rick said.

“Grandpa Rick!” Summer exclaimed happily from the grasp of a Rick. Rick rips off his uniform and shakes his hair to standard Rick hair, looking like your Rick.

“Duh!” He said as he looked towards you, winking.

“You're alive!” Summer says.

“Rick!” Morty shouts. Half surprised and half confused.

“Morty, take this. You're gonna need it later.” Rick tosses a gun at Morty as you pulled your own from your holster.

“Hold on, hold on. Whoa!” A Rick defends as you approach him, you cocked you gun and shit him.

“That's enough, Rick.” The funny hair Rick says.

“What- What's this supposed to accomplish? We have infinite grandkids. You're trying to use Disney bucks at a Caesar's Palace here.”

“That's a bluff. He's bluffing, sir. He loves me.” Summer pleads frantically.

“You're a rogue Rick. Irrational, passionate. You love your grandkids. You came to rescue them.” He taunts, holding a gun to Summers head.

“I came to kill you, bro, and get my girlfriend. Who you fucking kidnapped? Also, That's not even my original Summer.” Rick shrugs.

“Oh, my God. He's not bluffing. He's not bluffing!” Summer screams and claws at the Rick’s arm.

“R-Rick?” Morty speaks unsurely.

“Why not shoot through her?” The Rick suggests.

“20 yards, nine-gauge plasma pistol, My first shot would liquify her insides and injure you, second shot adds recoil. The risk to me is minimized if I wait for you to shoot her, which I'm encouraging you to do.” Rick instigates. He eyes you carefully as you walk up behind the Rick.

“What the fuck?” Summer cries.

“Or let her go, which I will reward with a quicker death.” Rick repeats.

“Because you love her!” He teases.

“Because it's incentive for you to give me my cleanest shot, which will be your least painful death. But if you want to die slower than that, I'm super into it. All you got to do to get that started is kill the girl.” Rick says, his voice bored.

“ I hate you!” Summer screams limply.

“Not an issue, sweetie.” Rick says easily. The gun pointed at her.

“That's enough! Drop the gun, Rick!” Morty shouts. Your eyes widened, oh shit you thought.

“Morty, I know you're too stupid to get this, but you're really fuckin' this up right now.” Rick sighs, his voice filled with emotion.

“I'm not letting you let my sister die! Drop the gun!” Morty screeches.

“I wasn't gonna let her die, you fuckin' moron!” Rick shouts

“Ha!” The other Rick exclaims.

“Aww.” Summer said, holding her heart.

“The point is he thought I was going to.” Rick sighs angrily.

“I totally did, by the way. You're a fucking moron, Morty.” The funny haired Rick admits.

“Morty, you fucking idiot!” Summer shouted.

“You're a serious fuckin' idiot, Morty! You basically killed us all! You're the worst! You're as dumb as a bag of sand.” Rick yells, his voice rasping. Suddenly Morty shoots Rick, your mouth dropped open.

“Who's stupid now, bitch?!” Morty exclaims.

“Morty what the fuck?!?” You exclaim.

“Morty, we just got him back!” Summer cries.

“That was amazing, Morty. Oh, my God. Wow. Okay, let's wrap this-“ the Rick says as he lets go of Summer, she ran into your arms. Rick rapidly sat up and shot the citadel Rick.

“Good job, Morty. Let's go, kids.” Rick smiles, ruffling his hair.

“What?! What happened?” Summer asks as she hugs Rick tightly.

“Oldest Rick trick in the book.” He hands the gun to Summer.

“”Fake gun, shoot me in standoff.” Brilliant!!” She read aloud.

“Ha, yeah. G-Good thing I saw that note.” Morty says before you all walked to the teleporter.

“Can't we just portal home?” Summer asked.

“Not until I finish what I started.” Rick says, he grabbed hold of your waist, dipping you down and kissing you deeply. His tongue dancing with yours.

“Mmm, keep kissing me like that, and I won’t be responsible for my actions” you giggle as Rick taps and buttons and opens a portal. Walking you and the kids through it.

“What a fucking adventure” Morty chuckles.

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Me: drawing Rick and Morty

My cousin (who’s fucking 7) : make them kiss *giggles*

Me: what the fuck? They’re related!

My cousin: ha ha ha make them kiss! do it!!!

Me: fine, *draws Rick and Morty kissing to appease a 7 year old*

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Professor Sanchez P.1 📖

MULTIPART - MASTER LIST

You were sitting in class, waiting for the professor to come in. You were an Astrophysics major, hoping to work at NASA. You were a senior.

You looked up to the front of the lecture hall to see a blue haired guy with a lab coat writing on the board.

"Hello my name is Professor Rick Sanchez and welcome to As-*burps*-trophysics 1526. I noticed there's a limited number of you in this class, meaning either the 15 of you are seniors or really smart freshman." He spoke. His voice was raspy, yet in an odd way, soothing. "So, please go aro -*burps*-und and tell me your names and why you're in Astrophysics and something you like to do in your free time"

You sat on the edge of the last row, closest to the outlet and the window. You liked the gentle heat the sun provided and a good view of the lawn.

"I'm (y/n), I'm in Astrophysics because it's my major" you shrug. "I like building shit" you added.

"Grrrreat!" Professor Sanchez said. "Let's get started. I suggest getting out a piece of paper and taking notes" he begins writing on the board. You immediately recognize the equation, the lane-emden equation for polytropic stars. "Can any of you tell me what this *burps* is?"

"The Lane- emden equation for polytropic stars" you said aloud.

"And it's used for?"

"It's used to model the internal structure of self gravitation, spherically symmetric polytropic stars. It's describes how the pressure, density, and temperature of a star vary with radius, based on the assumption that the star's equation of the state follows a polytropic relationship" you explain. Professor nods his head slowly, as continues to write.

"Great. Now, all of chapter 1 is staged *burps* around Polytropic stars. Can anyone explain to me what a polytropic star is?" He turns to the class, his eyes settling on you. You chose not to answer this question, so you didn't seem like a know it all. The class stayed quiet, everyone searching through their books to figure out what a polytropic star was.

"Its a star whose internal structure can be described by a polytropic equation of its state?" Another student says.

"Partially correct." Sanchez says flatly. You had a feeling a lot of the kids here that walked around acting better than everyone were gonna get reality checked. "You missed the keys fact of it being an idealized model of stars"

"Oh..." the kid said quietly.

"What's your name?" He pointed at the kid who was speaking,

"Michael"

"Okay, Michael, give me the relationship between gravitational force and polytropic stars and tell me how it affects their internal structure" Sanchez spoke coldly. He was testing him. You had looked this guy up in Rate My Professor, no stars and very little reviews. You picked him because it said he gave very little homework, but apparently super hard, almost impossible.

An hour later, his watch went off, signaling the end of class. You guys looked around at each other, confused.

“Okay, well that’s the end of today’s class. I’ve assigned you homework, it’s explicitly written in Canvas, homework’s due by the morning of next class which is…?”

“Wednesday” someone said aloud.

“Yes, great. If you *burps* have questions email me. Check the syllabus for any contact information and my office hours are listed. I suggest you use them, this class - not just mine- has a very low success rate” Professor stated as everyone began to pack up. “See you twerps on Wednesday”

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Fucking Classic 📸

Smut - Masterlist

Smut

Kinks: non specified

You were laying on your roof, sun tanning the Saturday away. Your bright pink bath suit was unignorable. Rick's eyes jetting you your roof as soon as he stepped outside.

You were playing old school hip hop and drinking cold beers from the small cooler you had up there. You and your dad had mounted a lawn chair and an umbrella at the safest part of the roof. He also installed a small bracket so your cooler didn't go sliding down on accident.

Rick had seen you before, time and time again. You stole glances at each other often, it seemed that whenever you were outside Rick was outside, and vice versa.

Your alarm went off signaling your need to flip onto your belly to tan your back. As you turned Rick stared up at you, you dropped your sunglasses lower and winked at him. Something he couldn't probably see but it was worth it.

"H-h-hey Rick" Morty came out as Rick slid under his ship.

"Hey kiddo, how's your Saturday going?" Rick asked.

"Ah, you know, it-it-it's going" Morty admitted. He looked around to see who was out, a few neighbors were mowing their lawns or walking their dogs. His eyes fell on you. He stood staring for a solid minute. Rick grew curious and slid out from under the ship, sitting up and staring up at you also.

"Hi (y/n)" Rick rasped loudly. Morty snapped out of his trance, turning bright red as you turned your head towards them.

"Oh, hi Rick" you waved. "Hiii Morty" you drawled sweetly. Morty's had a crush on you since he moved in next door. You were older than he and summer were, already 24.

"What-what-what are you doing up there?" Morty asked stupidly.

"The fuck does it *burps* look like she's doing, you f-f-fucking idiot?" Rick rolled his eyes.

"I'm tanning" you giggled. A sound that always made Rick's ears perk up. He only heard it every once in a while but it was still enough to make his heart jump. He rolled up his sleeves before getting back under the ship.

"O-o-oh" Morty stammered. "W-well do you maybe wanna Dr-drink so lemonade- do you want some lemonade?" He asked.

"Sure, Morty, I'll be right down." You say happily. Rick watched as you climbed down the roof and into your bedroom window. He stared at you cranking a wretch absently.

You appeared a moment later on their side of the fence. Towel wrapped around your waist, sun glasses holding your locks back.

"H-h-here (y/n)" Morty said as he came back from inside the house. Rick slides out from under the ship, his view was glorious. He could see under your towel. He knocked his head as he stood up.

"Mother fuck-" he held his forehead. Glaring at his ship. He grabbed another tool from inside the garage before popping the hood.

"So (y/n), what're your plans for today?" Rick asked as you sipped the sugary lemonade.

"Oh nothing! Probably tan all day... my dad's on a fishing trip with his brothers, so I'm free for a week" you shrug.

"Hey dad, Morty" Beth said as she stepped outside. "Oh hi (y/n)!"

"Hey Mrs. Smith"

"Call me Beth, you've known me for forever" She said. "Anyways, Dad. Jerry and I are going on some last minute getaway and we'll be back Monday." She said, her voice laced with fake excitement as Jerry pulled up in the car.

"Yup" Rick says and keeps working.

"Don't destroy the house, there's wafer cookies in the cabinet." She began, "don't portal the house to another dimension, if you do, no more adventures" she said pointedly looking at Morty.

"Aww you hear that R-Rick?" Morty stammers.

"(Y/n), keep my boys outta trouble" she teased. You giggled before feigning a salute. "Oh and Dad, Summers at her friend's house so she'll be home later" Beth adds before getting in the car.

"Well, seems like you have quite the day ahead of you, (y/n)" Rick says dismissively standing to look at you. His eyes briefly scanned your body.

"Yeah, I should probably get off your driveway" you say awkwardly. "Thanks for the lemonade Morty" you ruffle his hair, leaving him a mess.

"Y-y-yeah for sure" he stammered. He grabbed the glass you held out to him and went inside.

As soon as he did, Rick started speaking,

"He's like completely in love with you" he chuckles.

"Oh, and you aren't?" You sass. Rick's face warped into shock. "Yeah, you think I don't see you staring? I'm not an idiot" you deadpan. Rick stood in front of you quietly.

"No shit you're not an idiot" Rick replied after finding his bearings. "You stare at me too"

"Yeah, no fucking way, I'm interested in you" you roll your eyes.

"Are you?" Rick asks pensively, quirking a suggestive unibrow.

"No offense, but are you like... dumb? Or like dying of dementia?" You ask.

"Excuse me?" Rick looks at you, taken aback. "How are you talking to me like this? Who do you think you are?"

"I think I'm a girl that's got you crushing on me so hard you avoid it but make a show out of it whenever Morty's around. Always embarrassing Morty over it" you press a finger into his chest.

"I don't have a crush on you" Rick said, a lie. "That's so childish, I'm a man. If I wanted you, I'd go get you. I'm fucking Rick Sanchez"

"And?" You say defiantly. "You've been living next to me for 3 years, Rick. You want me, you're just scared to chase me. But like I said earlier, you try so hard to avoid it, but you can't. You stare like a 14 year old boy, make fun of Morty over it as if I don't know. You always act so high and mighty, but I know what you're afraid of" you him backed against his workbench. His eyes frantically searching around.

"You're afraid to be a fucking man" you challenge. His eyes widened.

"Excuse me? I'm afraid to be a man?" He said, exasperated. "Are you fucking serious?" Bingo. You got him. "No no no, what I'm afraid of are dipshits, and you're one of them."

"Oh am I?" You say. "I'll just leave then." You've turn on your heel and before you have a chance to walk away, Rick grabs your hand and pulls you into him, your chest flush against his. Your heart flutters, you finally pushed the right buttons.

"No. I'm gonna take what I want, because I'm a fucking grown man and I'm not afraid of you" Rick says lowly. You pressed your lips against his quickly. His hand dropped  from your arm down to your waist, holding you to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper still.

"Take it then" you whisper in his ear. Not realizing his pent up frustrations. He picks you, sitting you on his work bench, your towel falling. He stood between your legs, his cock already hard. He let his fingers drift down to your core, teasing gently.

“You’re so wet” he chuckles darkly. “You really want me huh?” He teases. He unties your bikini bottom, letting it fall open to reveal a fresh shaved pussy, his mouth watering at the sight.

“We’re gonna leave the garage open?” You ask as he unzips his pants, letting his cock spring free from his constraints.

“Yeah, let them hear those pretty little moans you make” he whispers before burying himself inside you slowly. You gripped onto his shoulders as you adjusted to his size. He started thrusting slowly, letting you feel every inch of him as he feels every inch of your cunt. “You’re so tight, f-f-fuck!”

“You feel so good” you whimper as he speeds up. He was chasing his own orgasm, but the way he was angled inside of you, you felt like you were going to cum instantly.

“You feel good too, (y/n)” he mumbles, trying to hold himself. He was losing it. “So fucking good” he groaned with every thrust. Meanwhile you were a moaning mess. Your stomach twisted in that familiar way, you cunt clenching around him.

“Good girl” Rick coaxes gently as he rammed his cock into your ever tightening hole. “Fucking cum for me” you let yourself go, pulsing around him.

“Oh Rick” you mew.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked breathlessly, his control was slipping through his fingers.

“Yes” you reply, you were riding out the waves of your orgasm. He groaned louder as he neared his climax, with a final thrust, he filled you up. Keeping the full length of his cock inside you as he emptied himself out.

“Holy fuck” he chuckles as he pulls out of you. “You have the best pussy I’ve ever had. Shit.”

“Yeah? I wonder what took you so long to realize that” you sass back. Rick glares at you as he reties your bottoms.

“Shut up” he walks away, leaving you to sit on his work bench. You jumped down, walking past him and to your house.

“Where the *burps* fuck are you going?” Rick asks from under the hood of his ship. “You’re staying here, you heard Beth, you-you-you gotta make sure we don’t get in trouble”

“Yeah, I remember”

“Yeah, so, get your ass back on that work bench and look pretty. Or, I can make a lawn chair and you can lay over here” Rick tells you. “You’re mine now, (y/n)”

You smile and turn to a dark shade of red as you stood in the sun.

“Lawn chair it is” Rick says as he quickly makes one and sets it by you, handing you a beer. “Good girl”

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Damn It, Morty 📸

Smut - Master List

The engine of Rick's ship roars to life as he revs it, a mischievous fucking grin spreading across his face.

"You ready, (y/n)?" he asks, his voice a low rumble of excitement and danger. "We're going on a little adventure to save that dumb shit Morty. Apparently he got caught up with some aliens from the underworld… and he took my portal gun” Rick informed you. You look at him, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Ready as I'll ever be, Rick," you say, “let’s go save your idiot grandson”

“Okay moron, our idiot grandson. You’re special now mother fucker” Rick rolls his eyes. He peels out of the garage, the tires screeching as the ship lifts off the ground, speeding through the multiverse. Rick's hand rests on your thigh, squeezing gently, sending shivers up your spine.

"You know, (y/n)," he began, "I've been thinking about that tight little body of yours all day. And I think it's time I had a little taste." He unzips his pants, his cock springing free, already hard and ready. He looks at you, a fucking challenge in his eyes. "You think you can handle it, (y/n)? You think you can ride my cock while I fly this thing?"

You swallow hard, your eyes wide with surprise and excitement.

"I'll fucking try my best, Rick," you say, a determined look on your face. He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that fills the ship.

"That's my fucking girl," he says, pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, your arms wrapping around his neck for support. The ship dips and weaves as he flies, one hand on the controls, the other gripping your hip

You help him as he positions himself at your entrance, his cock hard and ready.

"Ready, (y/n)?" he asks, his voice gentle despite the urgency of their situation. You nod, a determined look on your face.

“Ready, Rick” you say, your voice slightly shaky.

He pushes into you, his hips lifting to meet yours. You moan, your body stretching to accommodate him. He starts to move, his hips snapping up as he fucks you deep and hard. You're bouncing on his lap, your body moving with his as he pilots the ship through the multiverse.

"Fuck, you feel good, (y/n)," he grunts, his voice low and husky. "So tight, so warm. Oh my fuck! If I could live in this pussy, I fucking would” Rick tells you, leaning his head back against the seat. You moan, your body moving faster, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Rick," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound.

"I wouldn't dream of it, (y/n)," he says, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into you. "I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars." The ship dips and weaves, Rick's skillful flying taking you both on a wild ride. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tightening around him. "That's it, (y/n)," he grunts. "Come for me. Come while I'm deep inside that tight little body of yours."

You cry out, your body convulsing as you come, your pussy clenching around his cock. He grunts, his own orgasm hitting him as he empties himself into you, filling you up with his hot, thick seed. You can feel it leaking out of you, soaking his pants, creating a giant wet spot. He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you as he holds you tight, his cock still pulsing inside you.

"Fuck, (y/n)," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "That was fucking incredible." He looks out the window, realizing they're almost at their destination. "Almost there, (y/n)," he says, a satisfied smile on his face. "And just in time too. Morty's probably gotten himself into some deep shit by now."

He lands the ship with a thud, the engine cutting off as he hops out, leaving you there with a smirk.

"Thanks for the ride, (y/n)," he says, winking at you. "Now let's go save that dumb shit."

You quickly clean yourself up, adjusting your clothes as you follow Rick out of the ship. He's already got his gun out, a determined look on his face as he surveys the area. You can see Morty in the distance, trapped in some sort of alien web, struggling to free himself. Rick turns to you, a serious expression on his face.

"Stay close, (y/n)," he says. "We don't know what we're walking into."

You nod, staying by his side as you both make your way towards Morty. Rick's gun is raised, ready to take on whatever comes your way. As you get closer, you can see that Morty is in bad shape, the web cutting into his skin, causing him to bleed. Rick's expression softens as he looks at his grandkid.

"Fuck," he mutters. "That looks painful as shit. He turns to you, a determined look in his eyes. "We need to get him out of there, (y/n)," he says. "Think you can handle it?" You nod, stepping forward to examine the web.

"I think I can melt it with this," you say, pulling out a small device from your pocket. "But I need to be careful not to hurt Morty in the process."

Rick nods, keeping watch as you carefully apply the device to the web, melting it away slowly and carefully. Morty groans in relief as the pressure is released, his body slumping forward. Rick catches him, pulling him out of the remains of the web.

"You alright, kid?" he asks, concern etched on his face. Morty nods weakly, a small smile on his face.

"Thanks, Rick," he says. "And (y/n). You both saved my ass." Rick smirks, helping Morty to his feet.

"That's what we do, kid," he says. "Now let's get the fuck out of here." As you all make your way back to the ship, Rick throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Good job, (y/n)," he says, his voice low and sincere. "You did good." You lean into him, a content smile on your face.

"So did you, Rick," you say. "So did you."

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I don’t always draw my own pictures that go along with the story, sometimes I just use one from Pinterest or google.

I decided I’d now illustrate original pictures instead of just saving them off Google and uploading it

This picture is the outline on the bottom and the finished color product is on top. I do plan on adding more but that’s a surprise for later

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Puppy 📸

Smut - Master List

Kinks: puppy kink (him calling you puppy), slow sex, ruining you, teasing and being uncannily soft.

You walk into the garage, Rick was working on a new gadget for you. You think it’s a new bass boosted stereo for the ship Rick made you for Christmas

"Hey, puppy," he says, patting the seat next to him. You sit down, and are immediately pulled into a hug, his lips pressing against the top of your head. You melt into him, body relaxing against Ricks. The smell of alcohol and something uniquely Rick floods your nose, and it's fucking intoxicating.

"You've been so good for me, puppy," Rick speaks softly. "I think it's time I give you a little treat."

You look up at him, eyes wide with puppy-like anticipation. Rick smiles and runs a hand through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. You close your eyes, a soft moan escaping your parted lips. "That feels so good," I whisper.

"You like that, puppy?" Rick asks, his voice a low rumble. "You like it when I touch you gently, when I scratch that itch you didn't know you had?"

You nod eagerly, body already aching with need. He gives a chuckle and stands up, pulling you to your feet. He pulls you to your shared bedroom, locking the door behind him when you both make it in. He pushes you down gently, and you land on the cot with a bounce.

He climbs on top of you, body pressing down on yours. Leaning down, his lips capture yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Rick trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck, hands exploring your perfect body. He’s teasing me, touches light and gentle, barely there. You squirm beneath him, your body aching for more. "Patience, puppy," Rick mumbles against your skin. "I'll get to it. I promise."

He sits up, straddling your hips. Rick pulls your shirt off, exposing your hard nipples. You reach up, running your shaking hands over his chest. He smiles down at you, eyes filled with a warmth you’ve never seen before.

He leans down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks gently, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive bud. You arch your back into him, pushing yourself further into Ricks mouth. He chuckle at your desperation, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

He inches lower, hands and mouth exploring every inch of your skin. He finally makes it down onto your clothed pussy, he was hard and leaking pre-cum. He looks downs at you, a silly smile on your face.

"You've been so good, puppy," Rick taunts. "I think it's time I give you what you've been wanting." He slowly pulls your pants and panties down, making you moan with sexual frustration.

Rick licks a hot stripe up your pussy before delving in greedily. As much as he wanted to just devour your sweet cunt, he took his time, wanting to drag this out as long as possible. Letting your body shake beneath his hands and he held your thighs in place. He pulls off, a soft smile on his face.

"You taste so good, puppy," he says, his voice lustful and teasing"I could do this all night."

Rick slowly crawls up to your body, his cock painfully hard and pressing against your thigh. He leans down, capturing your pouty lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You can taste myself on his tongue, and it's fucking intoxicating.

He reaches down, positioning himself at your entrance. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his large size. You moan, your body stretching to accommodate Ricks cock. He’s so fucking big, and it feels so fucking good.

He starts to move, hips snapping against yours as he fuck you deep and slow. He’s not rushing, taking his time with you, teasing you, driving you wild. You’re a mess of needs and desires, and he knows it. He leans down, his forehead pressing against yours.

"You feel so good, puppy," Rick whispers, his voice low and husky. "So tight, so warm, so fucking perfect." You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, body meeting Rick’s slow thrusts.

“Oh Rick” you mew pathetically, you begin to unravel. You reach down, your hand rubbing circles around your clit, matching his thrusts. You cry out, your body tensing as his orgasm builds.

"You're s-s-s-so close, puppy," Rick moans, voice raspy and drowning in lust. "I can feel it. Let go, puppy. Cum-cum for me." You cry out, body convulsing as you come, your hole clenching around his cock.

Rick making noise of his own as he feels your orgasm hitting you as he empties himself into you, filling you up with hot ropes of cum.

Rick stays inside you, his cock softening, as you both catch your breath. He pulls out, his seed leaking out of you, down your leg. He smiles down at you, a soft, satisfied smile.

"That was perfect, puppy," Rick says, his voice sweet and gentle. "A-absolutely fucking perfect."

You pull him into a hug, your body pressing against Rick’s. He can feel your heart beating, slow and steady, and it's fucking soothing. He closes his eyes, a content sigh escaping his lips.

“I love you, Rick," I whisper, my voice soft and sleepy. He kisses the top of your head, your arms tightening around him.

"I love you too, puppy," Rick smiles contently. "More than *burps* you'll ever know."

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Angel 📸

Smut - Masterlist

Kinks: Breeding, teasing, extreme domination, extreme submission

Rick’s POV

It's a fucking hot day in the multiverse, and I, Rick Sanchez, am chilling in my garage, tinkering with some new gadget, when you, my little fucking fangirl of a girlfriend, walk in. You're all nervous and shit, which is fucking adorable, I love when you’re nervous. I raise an eyebrow and take a swig of my alcohol, waiting for you to spit out whatever the fuck you came to say.

"You've got a what now?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, intrigued as fuck.

A breeding kink, you say. You blush and stutter, trying to explain this weird fucking fetish of yours. I can't help but laugh, a low, rumbling sound that fills the garage.

"That's some fucked up shit to just randomly admit (y/n)," I say, but I'm smiling. I'm fucking intrigued. I stand up and walk over to you, getting all up in your personal space. I can see your pulse racing in your neck, and it's fucking turning me on.

“So, you wanna be bred, huh?" I murmur, my voice low and dangerous. "You wanna feel a real man take control of your body, fill you up with my seed?"

You nod, your eyes wide and fucking eager. I smirk and reach out, running a hand through your hair.

“Alright then, Angel, who am I to turn down a pretty slut like you" I say. "Let's fucking do this."

I push you up against the wall, my body pressing against yours. I can feel your heart racing, and it's fucking making me hard. I grind against you, letting you feel what you do to me. You moan, and it's a fucking sweet sound.

I trail kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at your skin. I know I'm leaving marks, but I don't give a fuck. I want you to remember this, to remember who owned your body, who bred you like the little fucking slut you are.

I unbutton your pants, my hands shaking with anticipation. I push them down, along with your underwear. Your legs growing goosebumps at the sensation of cold air hitting your legs. As I let my own pants down, my cock springs free. I stroke it a few times, pre-cum already beading at the tip. I fucking can't wait to be inside you.

I spin you around, pressing your face against the wall. I kick your legs apart, exposing your tight little hole to me. I spit on my fingers and rub them against your entrance, teasing you, preparing you for my cock.

"You ready for this?" I growl, positioning myself at your entrance. "Ready to be bred by my thick cock, (y/n)?"

You nod, pushing back against me, eager as fuck. I smirk and slam into you, my hips meeting your ass with a loud smack. You cry out, your body tensing around me. I give you a moment to adjust, then I start to move, my hips snapping against yours as I fuck you deep and hard. I lean down, biting your shoulder as I fuck you.

"That's it, Angel," I grunt. "Take my cock. Take every fucking inch of it." I can feel your body trembling, your orgasm building. I reach around, stroking your cock in time with my thrusts.

"Come for me, Angel," I growl. "Come while I breed you, fill you up with my seed."

You cry out, your body convulsing as you come, your hole clenching around my cock. I grunt, my own orgasm hitting me as I empty myself into you, filling you up with my hot, thick seed.

I stay inside you, my cock softening, as we both catch our breath. I pull out, my seed leaking out of you, down your leg. I smack your ass, a loud, stinging sound.

"Good girl, (y/n)," I say, a fucking satisfied smile on my face. "You took it like a champ." You turn around, a happy, sated smile on your face.

"Thanks, Rick," you say, your voice already soft and fucking content. I wink at you, pulling up my pants, already planning my next fucking adventure.