#Yes this is about Rick Sanchez

[skinnypaleangryperson]

You have to love when you've been putting your raw soul, suffering, and hard work into your life every single day daily and the only thing that you wake up for is your raw passion for your art and a lot of it is fanfiction, just to go on Reddit for those fandoms at the end of the day and to see anonymous people say "All I can find is terrible self-insert fanfiction" and knowing that there's a likeliness that they are referring to yours or at least one of them because mine is the longest one within the characters tag

[sorrelpaws]

is it really an authentic r&m dynamic if it doesn't involve (at least mildly) morally questionable preservation tactics

[latenightwestern]

no but seriously WHAT is this guy’s deal??

Let’s (attempt to 😭) take a look…

Like Morty theorizes, he could either be:

1. The Hole itself

2. Just some Guy that works for the Hole (promoter or intern)

Things that support Number 1:

He refers to fear as delicious and “yummy yummy,” indicating he, himself, is the one eating it. And it was said in the introductory video that the Hole eats fear. Something something, transitive law, if Hole Guy eats fear and the Hole eats fear, then Hole Guy is Hole.

Things that support Number 2:

He’s seen drinking throughout the episode and even says he’s going to get a slam, indicating he might be human / a seperate entity. Holes doesn’t eat or drink actual food and drinks… right????? Now that I think about it.. I’m not sure.……

It could also just be Number 3:

A bit of both. Like this dude can be just some guy and a Hole at the same time. And sometimes the Hole just wants to eat pancakes too!!!

This is less a cool 😎 meta-analysis and more a cry for help for someone smarter than me to answer WHAT IS UP with this fuckin’ weirdo???? Because I don’t know!!! Hell, I don’t know if there even is a solid answer, because maybe there just isn’t and it doesn’t matter!!

Other questions:

Was that conversation in the Denny’s just Morty’s mind or was that actually Hole Guy inserting himself into Morty’s Hole adventure???

In fact, how do we know for certain that “thank you for visiting the Hole!” message at the end was him and not just another Morty’s mind thing.

Where did the hole even come from???? And was it here before the Denny’s (and did they just construct the restaurant around it) or did it just appear in the Denny’s one day?

Am I thinking too hard into this because, to be frank, this dumbass Hole will likely never ever be seen again so????

And also, what the FUCK was THIS,,?

I hate this Hole Guy and this Hole Thing and this Hole Episode.

[pinelessness]

i see a trend

[bolly--quinn]

idk if ur still in the mood for drawing/asks, but if ur i hc that rick is into cooking/baking, specifically fancy french cuisin (pretty much baseless but he is making canapes in ricksy business and in the mr. nimbus ep he sets out beignets) soooo like… rick and child beth making food together maybe??

[yogurtlamp]

the downfall of merch happens when the person making the merch thinks the character is cool

[misslisamiray]

Time for the other thing I promised (and sorry it's a day late): An update on the Rick and Morty fanfic I'm writing! With bonus pic of the pretty space-themed binder it resides in. Also, from this post on, said fic will be referred to by its actual title.

Current page count: 80!!! (Which is so much longer than I expected this fic to get, but I am not complaining.) Status: Not done yet, but I'm entering the final stretch. I've given up on setting a goal date for when it's going to be finished, but I feel like I can now safely say SOON. Also, until the full fic is up on Ao3 & ff, you'll now be getting excerpts every Thursday!

Summary: Rick has a nasty cold... which he initially tries to pass off as an alien virus that can mimic any illness. Morty does his best to take care of him, and Rick (of course) makes things so, so much more difficult for both of them than they need to be. No one is surprised.

Meanwhile, Beth and Summer are out of the house, and Jerry is searching in the attic for the 90's anime VHS he's sure will help him figure out EXACTLY what to do (keep in mind he's the only one who still believes Rick's alien virus story). 😅

And now, without further ado, excerpt & dumbass title reveal below the cut!

Excerpt from Down With the Rickness by MissLisaMiray

"That's more like it. Okay, Rick. Here you go." Morty sighed. He carefully filled the medicine's accompanying measuring cup to the top line and tried to hand it to Rick.

"I don't want it." Rick grumbled, waving it away.

"Seriously?! Why not?" Morty asked, exasperated.

"It looks gross. I'm too stuffed up to tell, but it probably smells gross, too. And I know it's gonna taste like shit. So no, I don't want it." Rick explained, stubbornly turning his head. Morty barely held back a scream.

"Are you kidding me?! I thought it was gonna be something about this stuff being inferior to anything you'd make, so you were like, insulted by it. But it's just that? Of course it's gonna taste bad. Doesn't all medicine? Just swallow it quick and get it over with." He held the cup in front of Rick, who shook his head and continued refusing to take it.

"Of course this would be the one thing in the whole damn universe you won't drink. Rick, come on! It's for your own good. Stop acting like a 4 year old and take it!" Morty argued, climbing onto the bed and shoving the small cup in front of Rick's face. Rick opened his mouth to argue further, which Morty took advantage of by quickly pouring the medicine in before the old man could react.

Furious, the second he'd swallowed it down, Rick began sputtering, "Ugh, that's even worse than I thought it would be! Cough! Cough! What the hell, Morty?! Not cool! You can't force strange liquids down people's throats like that!"

"You think I enjoyed any part of that?! And don't be so dramatic - alI I did was make you take some cold medicine. Also, there's no way that's the most disgusting thing you've ever swallowed." Morty pointed out.

"Well, if nothing else, I can't argue that part. Still, that shit is foul. Yuck." Rick complained, still looking disgusted. He grabbed his flask and took a swig to wash away the taste. Morty considered saying something about that not being a great idea, but quickly decided it was a losing battle he wasn't interested in.

[theshadowrealmitself]

Fun part about a character having almost no canon stuff, or canonically having different selves across the multiverse, or even both, is just,, getting to say whatever tf you want about them

Anyways, there’s definitely a Diane out there with religious trauma from being raised in a cult-like environment (not even a cool one, she bemoans, a weird fucking one where they were convinced all pharmacists were witches and painkillers were their way of allowing demons to enter our bodies 🙄) who has. no fucking idea how to respond when Rick starts calling himself “god” (no early dying for her, she lives long enough to see his science really take off)

Her Rick stops saying the god stuff around her pretty quickly out of respect for her, but she still has that nagging anxiety that her religious trauma influenced the type of guy she chose

[willyhoos]

my interps of rick and morty, respectively. their designs are already so peak but i put a couple of little details on. also everyone has curly hair, ever!!!! thanksyou 

[worstcharacterpoll]

[Image description: A tournament bracket of 32 contenders, labeled "Tumblr's most hated." The matchups on the left are Vriska vs. Pearl from SU; Rex from Victorious vs. Rick Sanchez; Ansem the Wise vs. Gul Dukat; Kylo Ren vs. Kokichi Ouma; Scrappy Doo vs. Sheldon Cooper; Pierre from Stardew vs. Mort from Madagascar; Seraphine from League vs. Heimskr; and Jurgen Leitner vs. Andre Glacier. The matchups on the right are Walter White vs. Light Yagami; Buck Cluck vs. Ross Geller; Bramblestar vs. Starlight Glimmer; Goro Akechi vs. Pariston Hill; Katsuki Bakugo vs. Berdly; Angel Dust vs. the Impostor; Olaf from Frozen vs. Hooty; and Zenos viator Galvus vs. Tony Stark. The bracket is red on a black background. End ID]

Here is the official bracket for the most Hated Character on Tumblr! Each round will last 24 hours, with a 12 hour break in between. Round 1 should start Feb 9, 2023 at 9:00 AM CST.

As a reminder, this tournament is for the characters that you hate the most, so always vote for your least favorite of the two options. The winner will be publicly executed.

FAQ under cut:

Q: Why did you put in x character and not y character? Aren't there more hateable characters from that franchise?

A: I wanted to keep the competition light-hearted, funny, and interesting. I intentionally avoided most shitty parent characters, dictators, characters who were meant to be hated, etc., as well as characters heavily associated with bigotry and sexual assault, and gravitated towards characters that were more divisive in fandom. Exceptions were only made for characters I am familiar enough with and can use my own judgement for. Using Zenos as an example: He is a villain who is very evil and meant to be hated, which I mostly avoided when taking suggestions for things I wasn't familiar with myself. However, he's very divisive between people who think he's a good interesting villain, people who don't think he's a good villain and don't like him in the story at all, and people who want him carnally. Walter White is also meant to be hated, but he has a meme status, and as a villain protagonist I think he's more interesting than most "meant to be hated" characters. Also, there are certain franchises that I simply didn't want to include. If JK Rowling wasn't such a real and horrible political presence, owing all her influence to Harry Potter, I would've definitely put Snape on the poll. As it stands, I don't really want to give HP any attention. TL;DR answer: Because it's funnier that way

Q: But I LIKE that character :(

A: As mentioned before, I specifically gravitated more towards characters who are more divisive rather than universally hated. They are usually more interesting, and there is more variety with those types of characters - you don't have shitty dad character #1 vs. shitty dad character #2. I actually looked for "anti-(character)" tags and discourse about that character when making decisions about who to include. lol If you actually like some of these characters (uh, my condolences), vote against them in their respective matchups.

Q: Is it too late to suggest a replacement?

A: Yes.

Q: Why are you doing this?

A: I feed off of hatred and violence. I want to see who tumblr users REALLY hate.

Q: Why Pearl?

A: It was quite a while ago now so I get it if people don't remember, but Pearl discourse used to be a big thing and people argued that she was irredeemable for many of the things she did early on in the show. If you remember the "Pearl hates the Irish" meme, that was a parody of how much people hated her

Q: Why Hooty?

A: I haven't seen the Owl House but I'm told many people think he's annoying. Also he's voiced by Alex Hirsch and fuck that guy he did my boy Ford so dirty I'm still mad about this

Q: Why Starlight Glimmer?

A: MLP:FiM is another show I didn't really watch but she was a villain who got redeemed and became a main character and a lot of people think her redemption arc was rushed and botched and she actually made a lot of people quit watching the show. One of my close friends really really really hates her and I don't think that's an isolated incident

Q: Why Berdly?

A: Annoying. Personally I think his arc of becoming less annoying was pretty fun but a lot of people still hate him.

Q: Why Bakugo (instead of Mineta)?

A: I actually debated this a lot and held a preliminary poll which Mineta actually won. But then I decided democracy is dead because Mineta really wouldn't be as interesting as Bakugo in this tournament because he's basically universally hated. Bakugo is more interesting because people who hate him REALLY hate him, while people who love him REALLY love him. Kind of like Vriska. I think. I never read Homestuck and I don't plan on ever doing so.

Q: Why Tony Stark?

A: He's a heavily divisive character because he's a war profiteer billionaire with a superiority complex, but the narrative treats him as a morally pure hero. Also, he's MCU Spider-Man's mentor and most of MCU Spider-Man is basically defined by Tony Stark and he's not allowed to be his own character. There's a bunch of other stuff but I didn't watch and I don't care about most of the MCU. Personally I'm a really big Spider-Man fan and I despise him for what he did to Peter Parker but I shall refrain from making this a long rant.

Q: Why did you include characters that you're not familiar with?

A: I didn't want to exclusively have characters from my interests. I wanted a bit of variety. Before the poll started, I accepted submissions for candidates, and basically trusted submitters to send in decent characters. Some of the characters I ended up with may go against the vague guidelines I set for myself, which kind of sucks, but that's how it is now.

Q: This bracket sucks.

A: Make your own tournament then. I'm just some guy making a tournament on tumblr dot com for free. Don't take it too seriously.

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Just For Research

Pairing: Professor! Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader.

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Warnings: Smut, Intercourse (P in ?), Virginity Loss, Teacher x Student relationship, Age Gap, Virgin! Reader.

Writing Time: 30 minutes.

Word Count: 652.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 7.

A/N:

Woke up in the middle of the night and decided to just write this. Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread. I'm just really trying to make sure everything is written before October arrives so the quality is some fics might be lacking a little, this might be one of them. This is probably my shortest fic so far. Oh well.I also have completely forgotten what it was like in college. I did about 3 months of Combined Science in the UK before I dropped out for an apprenticeship instead and I don't remember anything about those 3 months. So this could be all completely wrong but tbh I really don't care.I tried really hard to keep it GN, which is getting harder and harder for me due to the lack of gender neutral terms in the English language but I'll keep managing.Hope you enjoy, I've been eager to write something for Rick for ages now.

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober works.

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Thoughts were swarming your head, making it almost impossible to think about what was currently happening.

'How did this happen?' You thought, 'This couldn't of been an accident, but how then did it happen?'

You let out a torn scream, but Rick was fast to cover your mouth and silence it.

"Shut up little Whore, or the whole building will hear you." He huffed.

Just a second ago you and Rick was discussing your college assignment. Your assignment was to write an essay about the human and animal pheromones that tell them to breed and compare the two. Something fairly basic for a Combined Science class and as the class's top student, Rick expected this assignment to be a breeze for you.

But he had been wrong. For a top student with a bright future in Science, you had no idea about pheromones. Especially the sexual kind. It was the one thing you hadn't studied yourself in your own time nor had you experienced it.

You had come to Rick after class to hopefully explain the subject better for you or give you good resources to look up but once Rick found out you was a virgin, what you got instead was a private lessons on pheromones that included an experimental or practical that would give you the experience.

So now you were bent over his desk taking all of him like the good little one you was.

"Please..." You whimpered, tired and stretched out to the max. It had only been a few minutes but this was completely new to a virgin.

"Please what, Whore?" Rick glared down at you, still thrusting in and out of you at an ungodly pace.

Rick didn't think this was exactly the best way to show someone who had never experienced sexual feelings what they were like, but to be honest, he didn't care. He was just looking for a reason to fuck you. His prettiest most innocent and intelligent little Princess/Prince who always sat in the front row, listening to him with wide ears.

But this had been a good lesson for you. Your sexual desire and need for Professor Sanchez now more than alive, it was insatiable.

"Please more Sir!" You cried.

Rick was a little shocked, but more than happy to oblige. And quickly increased his speed, you looked down and moaned into the once clean desk.

"Yeah? You like this cock? You want more of it, my little cocksleeve?" Rick groaned into your ears.

"Yes!" You nodded eagerly.

Obviously, you came first. You did so with a scream and giant smile. Rick came not too long after you onto your back, with just a few loud grunt.

You was pretty confident now you was gonna Ace this assignment.

[esha-isboogara]

lyrical lies

i am a fuckinf degenerate and i’d like to apologize for how disgusting i have become.this is the longest thing i’ve written in a while..i’ve gone off the deep end if it isn’t clear🤭

here is more rick stuff not one person asked for find it here and here and here and here and here and here

✰let’s be honest rick is his own warning, smut , afab reader, age gap!!, calling him god, a bit of manhandling, a bit of dacro (?), shitty porn trips turned full blown story

“he doesn’t bite..just go ask him”. summer whispered, nudging you towards the garage door.

you shook your head in muted panic. you’d seen how angry her grandpa could get over small things and the last thing you were going to do was set him off over a stupid question.

“why don’t you do it summer ? this was your idea, plus he’s your grandfather”. you shot back.

she looked just as scared as you were. “he’ll totally yell at me if i go in there. he can’t be mad at you, you’re a guest”.

“yeah but what if he does ? i don’t want to get on his bad side”.

summer took hold of your shoulders. “y/n. the quicker we get this done the quicker we can get away from my grandpa and do something more fun”.

the garage door opened suddenly caused you both to jump back in shock.

there he stood , an annoyed look on his face. “i’m right in the middle of something very fucking important- is there a reason the two of you are bickering right in front of my god damn door”?

his piecing gaze was enough to make you want to cry. “i..we need help on a science project mr. sanchez sir”. you managed to say fighting back the urge to turn around and leave.

he cocked his head in amusement, his demeanor softening a bit. it was clear you had played right into his ego for better or for worse.

“that’s it ? why didn’t you just say that come in come in”.

you followed him into the garage the papers clenched in your hands.

“not you summer, you - you forbidden from entering. i know you went through my shit two days ago”. rick said, slamming the door in her face.

if only that had actually been the reason. he couldn’t wait to have sweet,innocent little y/n alone. every since she’d bonded with summer over some college tour bullshit he was obsessed. he needed you and needed you bad, as embarrassing as that was.

“what can i help you with sweetheart”? his voice as sweet as saccharine.

you fidgeted with the papers once more. “well i have this project based around quantum physics and since you’re the smartest person i know i figured you’d be the best person to ask mr. sanchez”.

he couldn’t help but smile at that. he WAS a fucking genius and hearing it out loud always made him puff up in pride.

and she has manners too. this was not going to easy. it’s not that he cared about his granddaughters feelings - quite the opposite. but if summer were to find out how he really saw her friend she’d stop bringing you over. and that would just make things a million times harder for him.

“you’re not wrong, i am the smartest person you’ll probably ever meet. and lucky for you i have something that’ll give your professor a run for their money”.

as he rifled through us cabnets filled to the brim with countless inventions he piped up “and sweetheart”?

you felt yourself melting into his trap. “yes sir”?

“you’re a grown fucking woman right ? you can call me rick”.

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you were like putty in his hands at this point and he’d be lying if he wasn’t loving every second of this. and it only took 30 minutes. maybe you weren’t as innocent as you acted but he wasn’t complaining.

not when you sat atop his lap so pretty asking- no begging him to please you.

“p-please mr. sanchez” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding yourself against his leg. “i want you to touch me , use me please, please mr. sanchez”.

oh god how could he say no to those sweet noises. he’d take you apart right fucking there if he could but alas his family was home and they did not need to catch wind of the things he was doing. he messed with the idea of erasing their memories in his head for a while but figured it would be way too much work in the long run.

“fuuuck. i’ll give you everything you want and more but you have to promise me you’ll shut up. i would hate for your best friend to walk in and see what a slutty mess you’ve become”.

you nodded your head vigorously, happy to finally get some kind of satisfaction. as terrifying as rick was you’d be lying if you said the way he towered over you with such control didn’t turn you on.

“you’re so obedient- smart girl. do me a favor will ya ? get up and lift up that skirt for me , let me see what i’m workin with here”.

you did as you were told, climbing off his lap and giving him a slow twirl.

“good girllll”.

he clenched his hand into a fist. holy shit you were a fine piece of ass. he couldn’t wait to make you his. fuck what summer thought he was going to fuck you so good you’d come back for more.

“fuckk you’re a pretty thing huh ? it’s a wonder you haven’t already been claimed, guess it’s a good thing you came here cause i plan on doin just that”. with those words he was was hovering above you pressing your face down on the metal surface of his work table.

“you look even b-better like this holy shit” he admired from his standing position.

“fu-fuck mr. sanch- rick”. you corrected yourself mid sentence. drool was already starting to pool beside your mouth but you barely noticed with how hot and bothered you were growing.

“mmm that’s a good girl”. he flipped your skirt up. and pulled your panties down to your knees ignoring your small please for him to be gentle.

he smiled- a shit eating grin looking at how soaked your sex was. “you poor thing- i’ve d-denied you much too long haven’t i ? left this perfect pussy empty for weeks? how did you ever survive”?

usually he engaged in a little foreplay only because his partners were so dead set on it. but he was far too eager to do any of that bullshit right now. he’d been waiting for this.

without so much as a warning he thrust himself inside you, a scream leaving your lips.

his hand flew to your mouth covering it word word word

“shhh shh shhh. i know how much you love my cock but you have to stay quiet. got it y/n”?

he removed his palm for a moment to hear you answer.

you don’t answer though. you’re a babbling drooling mess already. the feeling of his cock filling you up and stretching your walls felt like heaven.

“you’re my god rick - please decide what to do with me and treat me like your slave. you control all my actions i’m nothing but your stupid worldly servant to fill with seed when you please”.

he was a bit taken aback as that comment seemed to come out of nowhere. when it sank in it gave him even more of a reason to keep you to himself.

if he wasn’t carful he’d be giving beth a new little sibling. but oh fuck- she looked and sounded so perfect begging for him.

“fuck yeah i am your god ! i’m a god among men and you’re my mortal pet i can use as i please”.

the whine that escaped her throat was almost pornagraphic. it was hard to keep your composure under the circumstances.

“good pet”.

[summersmithlatinxgyatt]

In 'The Rickshank Rickdemption' (yes i was rewatching it tonight), we learn that it is a crime against The Citadel of Ricks to "radicalize a Summer". To radicalize is to make someone adopt radical positions (mainly to political or social issues). This is because if Summer is heavily opposed against Rick, she becomes a threat to Rick and establishes an independent structure effortlessly. This can be seen in 'Rickmancing the Stone' and 'Night Family'

(Summer always does amazing whenever she has no Rick or rules to follow)

(Summer can currently dismantle Rick and the family while still going off the Night Family's wishes they told her to execute)

Another reason is that having a Summer who is TOO attached to Rick would mean she would go lengths to save him no matter what. That's how she even got here in the first place - stealing his portal gun and using it, which was another crime

Also as we now know, Summer fucking loves tearing down organizations. This was her first time going from a total bootlicker to an actual radicalist, so telling Summer "Hey these guys are controlling you actually" would lead to Summer knocking on your door before setting the lawn on fire. The Citadel of Ricks seems to think that telling Summer ANYTHING leads to an uproar which isn't good. That's likely why in GoTron Jerrysis Rickvangelion, all the OTHER Summers are mindlessly on their phone - RICK IS THE ONLY ONE WHO LETS SUMMER EXPLORE HER POTENTIAL BY TELLING HER EVERYTHING HE DOES!

The major reason it would also be illegal to radicalize a Summer would be because she's just a jack-of-all-trades. We've talked a lot about how she keeps the family together on this blog, but TL;DR, you're got another Rick Sanchez in your hands whose intelligence can't be detected by technology and will be more relentless most of the time.

[bolly--quinn]

Ur love for Beth is the backbone of our society ur the one keeping us afloat

thank you anon, it's a tough job but someone has to do it

[flowery-language]

𓆩♡𓆪 STAY AWAY. Loser! Ellie Williams headcanons

a/n : I am struggling to start writing and stop procrastinating on writing the series I am working on so have some quick Ellie head canons while you wait also loser!Ellie is just regular Ellie and y’all aren’t ready for that conversation also it isn’t much sorry I’ve been struggling with procrastinating on writing got to put something out for the mean time

Inspired by seriously go read theirs @cowgirlcherrie and my one of my close friends mannerisms

Warnings/content: 18+ mentions of sex mostly fluff and also Ellie is a loser and cursing fingering!receiving masturbating and mentions of face riding

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you met loser!Ellie in Highschool and you bonded your intense overwhelming hatred for the people at your school over how much you hated everyone else here and that your the only person she could tolerate

“Everyone here are fucking npc’s with no capacity for thinking for themselves”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Loser!Ellie definitely owns a women love me fish fear me shirt that she started wearing ironically until it wasn’t anymore

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she always had to make jokes about her nonexistent dick much to your annoyance she has the humor of twelve year old boy

“How about you suck 15 inch cock”

“You don’t have one” you exclaimed

“Fuck you mean women literally beg me to see it”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie unironically loves family guy and American guy and and fucking loves Rick and Morty and Bojack horseman

“I know I am a lesbian but I would fuck rick Sanchez no questions asked”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you and loser!Ellie bonded over your intense overwhelming hatred for chase Atlantic

“They sound like they are fucking singing in cursive”

“I know right thank you someone gets it”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!ellie has the music taste of someone’s father and she is very unapologetic about it she listens to Radiohead, nirvana, slipknot, the cure and the Beatles. etc

“ you should listen to the cure”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie got into an argument once with you because you said you liked Saturn more than Jupiter

“Jupiter or Saturn pick one”

“Uh—Saturn”

“Jupiter is fucking better”

“No it’s not I like Saturn better”

“You only like Saturn because it’s fucking pretty”

“No I don’t”

“Yes you fucking do”

“Whatever”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie cannot flirt with women for shit she just infodumps to them and hopes her info would get them to like her and wanna be with her and she is lucky that she is attractive enough to pull it off

ੈ✩‧₊˚ when loser!Ellie started to develop a crush on you she would do favours and constantly try to impress you she once took you to skater park to show you the tricks she was learning she ended up falling flat on her face because she was too busy staring into your eyes and she had the biggest blush on her face when you laughed at her for it.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ By the time Loser!Ellie developed feelings for you she would go above and beyond because suddenly the concept of helping others was completely uninteresting until it was you you got your heart shattered by another girl and all she could think of is that she would never treat you that way ever.

“It’s just that I wished that she didn’t string me along for a month and actually rejected me instead of telling me she liked me back when she didn’t”

“I swear when I see that fucker in my line of vision it won’t be pretty you deserve better than her anyway you were out of her league”

“Honestly I am starting to think maybe it’s because I am not attractive enough for girls to want me”

“Don’t fucking say that you were out of her league you will find someone who treats you so good ”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loser!Ellie always wants you to try smoking weed with her even though you very much didn’t like taking drugs or being high it’s mostly because you make her so nervous and if she was high with you she could maybe try to flirt with you without fumbling her words and not looking you in the eye.

“Come on try it for me it feels really good I promise”

“Yeah no thanks Ellie”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she knew that she couldn’t keep this to herself anymore she wanted you and Every time you tried to date someone else it made her genuinely sick to her stomach.

“ oh fuck saying this shit isn’t easy but I gotta say it I like you okay I really really do”

“Your fucking with me right now if your joking Ellie it’s not funny”

“I am not joking I fucking do okay”

“Wait your not”

“Of course I am not”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ NSFW section

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you are always the first person she thinks of when she gets high late at night she has to resist the urge to call you over her hand in her boxers.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Loser!Ellie has a happy trail.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she loves it when you ride her face and not just hovering she wants you to sit on it at first you were really nervous and insecure but she was a having the time of her life and Everytime you do hover she would beg you sit properly

“Babe please just sit stop fucking hovering”

ੈ✩‧₊˚she loves it when you ride her thighs she loves the sensory experience of you riding it and when you ride her fingers she always wishes to be inside you and feel it when you ride it

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she is obsessed with you wearing her clothes especially her boxers she loves giving them to you

“You’re gonna run out of boxers to wear if you keep this up”

“I don’t fucking care”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ she loves you to death and will not hesitate to show it off she always loves mentioning you much to literally everyone’s annoyance.

“My girl is getting a PHD is so smart”

“This reminds me my girlfriend really loves these flowers I gotta get them”

[sunny-sidee-upp]

People Pleaser

Fandom: Rick and Morty

Ship: Rick Sanchez x f!Reader (2nd Person POV)

Summary: You’re about to graduate high school and decide to throw a party to celebrate. You invite the entire senior class, including your crush, Rick Sanchez, who you’ve realized has begun to take interest in you.

Warnings: Smut, angst, whump

     With only a few days left before you graduated high school, you decided to not let your time go to waste and finally confess to your crush. 

     You stood in front of your locker, mentally hyping yourself up as you waited for the start of your fifth and last period of the day. Your plan was simple: "Accidentally" bump into your locker neighbor Rick on his way to class, drop your books, and out would spill your advanced calculus, physics, and astronomy homework. Instead of directly telling your classmate you wanted to go out with him, you would slowly and carefully convince him that you were the coolest person he had ever met.

     As you shuffled through your locker to get your plan ready, Rick approached and unlocked his locker. As he closed his, so did you, and your intricately planned fall commenced. As Rick turned to you, you pretended to head in the opposite direction as him, walking out in front of him and slamming into him. To others, you appeared to not see him, but you meticulously threw out your books and feigned a fall, the tall eighteen-year-old falling on top of you. What you hadn't planned on was hitting your chin roughly on the ground, and now you had a small gash that dripped onto the floor. 

     "Jesus Christ, (l/n), watch where you're going!" Rick propped himself up and sat back on his butt, noticing your blood pooling on your spilled schoolwork. "Oh, shit, are you okay?" You pushed yourself up by your elbows and gently touched your chin, wincing at the plan. "Uh..." Rick gently placed one hand on your back and the other on your hand, helping you stand up. "Thank you, I'm sorry about that." The two of you began to pick up your papers and books as you held your shirt up to soak up your blood. Rick looked over your papers and handed them back to you, saying, "Number 15 on your Physics homework is wrong."

     He handed you the paper and you barely glanced at the question before saying, "Thank you."

     "Stop saying that, I literally made you bust your face open. You've got nothing to be thankful for." You and Rick both eyed the last book on the ground, an Astronomy workbook, and bent down to pick it up at the same time. Your hands grazed each other, but Rick quickly snatched the book to hand it to you. He stared at your stained chin and asked, "Do you need help cleaning that up?" Despite having full ability to treat the wound yourself, you said "yes", and Rick grabbed you by the sleeve and dragged you to the men's bathroom. 

     "Hey, wait, I can't go in here!"

     "Don't care. Sit on the counter." He let go of your sleeve and you did as you were told, setting your books beside you. A freshman was using a urinal and seemed not to notice you until he turned around, freezing and blushing. Rick glared at him and asked, "What are you looking at?" The teen gulped and pulled up his pants, running out of the bathroom without washing his hands.

     Rick reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a mini first-aid kit, equipped with tweezers, gauze, alcohol wipes, and gauze tape - everything he needed for you. First, he cleaned the tweezers with a wipe and used them to pull out a piece of fuzz and a small splinter of tile that had lodged itself in your skin. As he stood between your legs and breathed so close to your face, you couldn't help but blush and feel your heart beat faster than it already had been. 

     Once Rick pulled out the debris, he cleaned off your chin with another wipe, causing you to wince slightly, then taped the gauze to your skin. He stared into your wide eyes for a moment before he stepped back and cleared his throat, saying, "That should do it. Don't let it happen again, you made me late for class." And so, the teen rushed off to class, leaving you to place a hand on your heart and try to calm your breathing. This isn't at all what you intended, yet, it was so much better.

     The next day in your sixth-period class (Your schedule ran 1-5 on A days and 6-10 on B days), you sat at Rick's table as usual in AP Calculus, right across from him. He looked up and asked, "How's your chin?"

     "Huh? Oh, it's doing better. It was sore for a bit, but that's gone now."

     "Cool." The rest of the class, the two of you were silent, working on your last project of the year. The only thing you had left to do for calculus was to finish your missing work, one assignment of which was especially difficult. You spent the entire class working on this assignment, and twenty minutes before the bell rang, you were stuck on the last question. Rick noticed as you stared down at the page and crossed out half an hours worth of work. You drummed your pencil on your desk and bounced your leg, hoping that maybe pattern recognition would save you. And it did, just not your own.

     Rick took his folder out of his school back and flipped through it, removing a packet and sliding it towards you. Before you could say "thank you", he said, "Shut up and take it." Although he had interrupted you, you couldn't help but overthink a bit about what he said. His tone was aggressive but also friendly. As you checked your work with his, you started fantasizing about what Rick had just said to you. "Shut up and take it" was such a rude phrase, but it sounded vaguely sexual to you. "Stop it," you told yourself. "Your plan hasn't succeeded yet, you don't know what he's thinking about you." 

     When you were finished, you passed the packet back to Rick, but you realized that while you were daydreaming, you accidentally doodled a small heart on his work. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice it, and the both of you turned in their packets as you left the class and parted ways. Your next class was art, and your group was finishing watching the second half of the first Home Alone movie.

     As you sat at your desk, your teacher announced that another class would be joining you because their teacher was proctoring a test and all of the substitutes were busy watching other classes. Soon, a group of fifteen students came into the room. The last student to enter was none other than Rick Sanchez, and the only empty seat in the room was right next to you. He sat beside you and pretended not to notice as you scrawled in your sketchbook. You had been drawing since you were very young, and despite pretending that your best subjects were science and math to get Rick's attention, art truly was your calling.

     After doodling for a bit, you started to work on a realistic drawing of the actor that played Kevin in Home Alone, Macauley Culkin. Your neighbor watched you silently as you looked back and forth between the projector and your sketchbook. You finished the drawing about ten minutes before class ended, and Rick cleared his throat, saying, "You're really talented." Not having noticed that he was watching you draw, you were a bit startled by his sudden compliment. You blushed hard, but thankfully the lights were off in the room so he couldn't see. 

     "Thank's again," you told him. "I know you get mad at me for saying that, but I mean it." Rick scoffed and said, "I don't get mad, just frustrated."

     "Why's that?"

     "Because you don't recognize your own worth." He looked away from you, but your eyes couldn't help but linger. He thought you were worth more than you thought you were? That had to mean something, right? And you were right. In Rick's mind, all he could think about was how embarrassed he was. "Doesn't recognize her own worth"? Of course she did, she had to. She was probably the smartest person in the school besides him, not to mention how skilled she was at art and how beautiful she was.

     "God, her beauty." That's all he could think about for months on end. Sometimes he would walk the long way home from school to see you run with the track team. He would think about how great you looked in your track uniform and how long and fast you could run without losing your balance or breath. He admired your stamina. 

     Suddenly, the bell rang for your eighth period and the two of you had to split ways. Rick helped pack up your things because you had lost track of time and all of your art supplies were scattered across your desk. You quickly thanked him and the two of you left the room, finding yourselves walking in the same direction. The walk together was silent and slightly awkward, so you dipped around a corner to find a bathroom and once again calm your racing heart.

     After a moment, you collected yourself and sped off to your class. The next day was an A day again, and you had second period, dual-credit astronomy, with Rick. You sat on opposite ends of the classroom, but every once in a while, you caught him staring at you. You hadn't done anything to progress your original plan, but something told you he had already fallen in deep.

     After class, you approached Rick as he put up his stuff, and said, "Hey, so... since it's the last day of senior year, I don't think I'm gonna get to see you again." He looked up at you with sparkling eyes, and trying to pretend he wasn't interested in talking to you, he said, "So?" You shifted uncomfortably between your feet and said, "Well, um... I'm throwing a party tomorrow night at my place 'cause my parents are going on a road trip up to the Rockies for a week. Can I hope to see you there?"

     "Will there be alcohol?"

     "Yes, and weed."

     "What time?"

     "6:00 - midnight."

     "I'll think about it." Rick left to go to his last class of the day, and you grinned wildly at yourself. You knew he would show up, the partying Rick you knew would never turn down drugs and alcohol.

     And so, the next day arrived in a flash, and the confetti left over from senior prank day was quickly repurposed for use in your family's large house. You had saved up enough cash to get yourself a fake ID and buy enough alcohol to kill seven Irishmen. You had also contacted your plug and baked three dozen edible brownies with strawberry icing and ordered 20 pizzas. From the gas station, you grabbed a bag of every other chip available and finally brought everything back to your house to set up. On your Instagram story, you temporarily blocked your parents and their alternative accounts from view and posted a photo of your snack, drug, and alcohol haul with the text, "Party at XXXXX Santa Maria BLVD house number XXX, 6-12, post up." Before the party, you ripped off your gauze bandages from your chin and smiled because the cut on your skin had grown much smaller and had barely bruised. Cleaning it off one more time, you waited for people to arrive at your house.

     It didn't take long for the message to spread around, and soon, almost half of the juniors and all of the seniors were at your doorstep, waiting to get their hands on what you had to offer. Everyone was let in, with only two rules: Don't break anything, and don't try to enter locked rooms. The locked rooms were your bedroom, your parent's room, your parent's office, and the study. Students and their graduated siblings crowded the living room, kitchen, backyard, game room, pool, and any other place they could sit or stand, but the only face you were looking for was Rick's. 

     Soon, you heard a familiar voice chatting with one of the annoying popular seniors, and jealous that she had his attention, you poured two shots of vodka and brought one to him, taking one down as you approached. "Hey, Sadie, I see you've met my friend, Rick?" The blonde girl blushed and said, "Ah... yes, I've met him. He's very charming!" She giggled a bit and you unconsciously leaned a bit closer to Rick, saying, "Yeah, well, he's not for you," and downed the other shot in your hand. You burped and Sadie gawked at you with her creepy, wide, blue eyes. You burped and said, "What are you still here for? Didn't I just say he's not for you?" 

     Sadie scoffed and scowled, grabbing a brownie on her way out of the house and slamming the door behind her. You laughed and said, "I hope no one told her what was in those, she's got drug testing for the wrestling team tomorrow morning." Rick turned to you with a weird look on his face that make it seem like he was trying to conceal a smile and asked, "So, who's am I?"

     "Huh?"

     "You just said I wasn't for her. Who's am I then?" You started to blush and lied,"I- I just meant you don't belong to anyone and she should stop trying to flirt with you." You laughed and said, "I mean, come out, you're way out of her league!" Rick took a step closer to you and stared down at your dilated eyes. "Oh yeah? And who would be in my league." He let himself smile now, and you had to admit that he was devilishly handsome in the washed-out, red LED lights. You couldn't get a word out as he reached for the shot glasses in your hands and placed them in his. "I'm gonna grab a few more of these," he said, then leaning close to your ear and whispering, "We don't have to stay out here. The super-seniors will make sure no one breaks your rules."

     At this point, your heart was racing beyond your control, and you could feel an unfamiliar warmness build up in your throat, stomach, and between your legs. There was absolutely no doubt about it: Rick wanted you - and you desperately needed him. And so, you sat on your couch and waited for him to return, balancing three shots between the fingers in his right hand. He handed one to you which you immediately threw back, then he took his own and placed the empty glasses on the side table. He reached put his left hand to you and asked, "Mind showing me where your bedroom is?"

     You gave him a goofy smile and took his hand, leading him to the quiet upstairs of the house where all the locked doors were. You guided him down the hallways and took your room key from your pocket, twisting it into your door lock and pulling him in. The lights were off, but starlight from the window and red lights from beneath the crack under the door gave a bit of ambiance that was certainly appreciated at this moment. As soon as you released Rick's hand and turned around to lock the door, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his hips. He leaned into your neck and gently moved a piece of hair from your ear, asking, "You're okay with this, right?" 

      As an answer, you leaned your head back and kissed him roughly on the lips, moving your hands up his arms as they wrapped around you and dragged you to your queen-sized bed. He turned you around and pushed you onto your back, gently climbing on top of you and cupping your face in his palms. You removed a strand of your hair from his lips and he leaned in to kiss you passionately. At first, he kissed you delicately, as if he couldn't believe that you were here with him in this moment. But you didn't want delicate.

     You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into you, feeling his dick push up against your jeans. He didn't like to be controlled, however, so he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, biting down into your neck. A soft moan escaped you as Rick's lips brushed your skin, prequeling his next bite. Each one was rougher than the next, and you were sure he was leaving marks. He shifted to hold up both of your hands with one of his, using the left to run down your waist and pin up your shirt. 

     He let go of you temporarily to pull off your shirt and unclip your bra, then glid his hands along your soft exposed skin. You ran your hands through his hair and breathed shakily as he left a trail of kisses down your stomach. Was this really happening? Was the man of your dreams really about to go down on you?

      Rick leaned upwards to take off his own shirt, then gently fell back to whisper into your ear, "I've waited for this for so long, (y/n)." You felt your heart stop at his words. "You... have?"

     "Yeah... for months I couldn't help but stare at you from across the class and... now I have you all to myself." Rick looked down at you and grinned widely, but was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. He quickly slapped a hand over your mouth and turned his head to face the door, watching the shadow beneath the red light walk away. Before he could turn back to refocus his attention on you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him over so you could be on top.

     He saw you as more beautiful than a goddess while you sat upon him, rubbing your thighs and you breathed heavily. "Wow," he said. "I didn't know you had that in you~." You leaned in to kiss Rick and your hands trailed down to his belt buckle. "I think," you said, "There's a lot about me you don't know yet."

     "Yet?" He seemed intrigued by this notion and happily watched as you shifted down and undid his belt, shakily inhaling and you pulled down his brown cargo pants and ran your hand along his underwear, and pulled them down, revealing his large dick. You thought for a moment, "Is that gonna fit?" And then, you remembered you weren't a virgin, and thought, "Nevermind, I don't care, I welcome this pain." You pushed yourself back up and pulled your own black jeans and panties off, positioning yourself comfortably above the blue-haired man. You ran your hands along his chest and kissed his neck softly, his chin lifting in satisfaction.

     You used your left hand to carefully place Rick's hard cock in below your pussy, gently leaning into it and gasping a bit at its size. You bent forward to wrap your arms around the man, and he placed his hands on your hips, slowly moving you up and down so as not to hurt you. Soon, the two of you began to move faster, but it wasn't enough for him. He grabbed your waist and used his leg to flip you over underneath him, putting one of your legs over his shoulder and leaving forward to give him more space to violently thrust into you. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you roughly, breathing into you as he took what was his.

     After a bit of this position though, you told him that it was hurting your hips, so he turned you on your stomach and placed your legs on either side of him, thrusting into you from behind as the two of you moaned loudly. He pressed his chest against your back and hit your cervix with great force, but not enough to make it hurt. As his ear was positioned by your mouth, you whispered, "Harder." 

     "Are you sure you want that?" You nodded and Rick smiled, stopping momentarily to remove himself and pull you by the legs to the side of the bed. You yelped at this and put your feet on the floor, bent over the side of the bed as he reinserted himself and thrust even harder than before. This time, he hit your sweet spot and covered your mouth as you moaned loudly. He lightly whimpered in your ear as you muttered, "Oh, fuck," into his rough hand. 

     Rick pulled you a bit further off the bed to use his free hand to reach around and rub your clit in circles, the overstimulation bringing you to reach an early climax."Fuck, I'm gonna come," you whispered, and even when you had begun constricting and shaking beneath him, he didn't stop. He continued to caress you in circles and push into you, your nails clawing the sheets on your bed as you tried not to scream. Rick removed his hand from your mouth and instead pushed your head into the sheets, slightly asphyxiating you but in a good way. 

     Right as you felt like you were going to climax again, Rick pulled out and came on your ass, continuing to rub your clit until you did the same. Once you were left breathless on the side of the bed, he grabbed a tissue from your bedside table and wiped himself and your ass clean. He then picked you up by the waist and placed you gently on the bed, spreading apart your legs and grabbing a couple more tissues to clean you off. You thanked him for doing so and he responded with a kiss, throwing out the tissues under your desk and returning to lay next to you on the bed. He pulled you in for a tight hug and held your head into his neck as you wrapped your bare legs around his waist. "I guess this answers my question from earlier," he said.

     "What question?"

     "I've been yours all along."

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