#f/o: rick sanchez

[coffinfilled]

the best part of self shipping with Rick? there's so many of him, there no overlap

[orochiposting]

“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]

[lon3rlife]

Dating Rick Sanchez Headcanons

Mostly fluff. I’m going to ramble a lot because I love him sm

He’s extremely overprotective and would do absolutely ANYTHING to keep you safe, even if it means putting his own life on the line.

He comes and goes to your house as he pleases. You’ll come home to see him on your couch or stealing your food. He’ll also portal to your house in the middle of the night and get into bed with you without saying anything.

He’s not huge on pda, he’ll have an arm around you on the couch when you guys watch tv with the family and will hold your hand and give you a reassuring squeeze when you get anxious, but he won’t hesitate to get extremely touchy if someone is looking at you wrong.

In private though he’s a hugeee softie and will never let anyone know. If you’re working on something or cooking something in the kitchen he’ll come behind you and hug you from behind (you usually don’t even know he’s there and he scares the living shit out of you). He loves when you lay on his chest while he plays with your hair until you fall asleep, and in bed he’ll pretty much melt into you holding you tightly.

He loves your hair so much. If you’re brushing it he’ll stand there admiring you, and he just loves tangling his hands through and and playing with it while you guys cuddle.

You guys always get into the dumbest fights like if pancakes are better than waffles or that he needs to do dishes if he comes to your house and eats your food without cleaning up. They leave you frustrated and Rick pouting like a child for a few hours until you guys kiss and make up.

I think this is canon but he’s actually a really good cook. Once a week you guys make it a habit to cook a homemade meal together to get a short break from the stress of everything and spend quality time together.

If you leave for a trip for work or with friends he will be EXTREMELY clingy the days leading up to the trip because you guys spend so much time together he doesn’t know what to do with himself when your gone. (He ends up portaling to your hotel at night because he isn’t able to sleep without you)

Kisses you anywhere. On your lips, your forehead, your neck, chest, arms, you name it.

He’s definitely a bad influence 100%. He will get crazy alien drugs and take them with you, he won’t force them on you but if you don’t want to take them he’ll be like “come on baby you’re missing out don’t be lameee.” He will also take you to parties on different planets just to get completely shitfaced.

Even though he’s a night owl and stays awake most nights, his favorite time of day is the morning. He loves the intimacy of laying with you just talking about anything without any specific plans for the day, the sun hitting your face just right still sleepy and you playing with his fingers is the most special time for him.

PETNAMES 1000%. He will use the most obnoxious ones as well, usually he’ll call you baby, sugar, honey, or a shortened version of your name.

You get along very well with the Smith family, especially Morty which makes Rick sooo happy. Also you help Morty with his homework because Rick sure as hell doesn’t, and Morty looks up to you so much and trusts you enough that he’ll talk to you about anything he needs to get off his chest.

Omfg writing these are sooooooo much fun if anyone wants me to write more I will cause I have so many more but it’s like 1am and I’m tired

[sp00ks-in-th3-cl0s3t]

Open to love letters from my f/O's 🌸

Reblog this if it's okay for mutuals to send you anonymous love letters from your f/O's coz lemme tell ya I will EAT that shit up

[lienohr]

late holiday walk with my main f/o ♡

[smithsnanny]

"You fucked up"

I am REALLY HAPPY with how this turned out :D

The pose idea is from the Hazbin Hotel finale > Lucifer holding Charlie. Pia mentioned it would be a great Rick and Lisa pose, so here we are :D

[skellys-selfships]

imagine Husk offering to you to try his drink, and when you show interest he pulls it away and chugs it down all to himself

only to pull you in for a long, deep kiss that tastes like liquor

“How’s it taste~?”

[goobersnart]

Have a ramble about my personal self indulgent Rick rambles (mostly headcanons and stuff tbh); this is quite long and probably ooc (excluding the headcanons), but I don't care! This is quite sensual and could be considered romantic, but you can take it however you'd like! :]

Rick is for sure the type of person to squeeze your shoulder; hard to put into words, but hear me out.

It's mainly during arguments, if you were bitching to Jerry about something off-hand, Rick would squeeze your shoulder in a sense of "calm down you won't get through to him" type of silent reasurrance.

He could also do the shoulder squeeze just in general, he drapes and pulls you close by your shoulders a lot.

I feel like he is also the type of man to flip-flop when it comes to touch; like most people probably do this, but Rick is very picky who can touch him and who can't. (It's the autism.)

You can lean on him and softly side-hug him, while Jerry or Morty couldn't. (Side hugging is very weird in my brain, there's personal autism. The side of the body is a very venerable place and my biggest headcanon that I keep forgetting isn't canon is that he hates his sides being touched. Side hugging is different; I'm projecting.) You can also ruffle his hair, which most others can't.

You and Morty are special, on his hierarchy he has in his Narcissistic brain of his. (I say this as someone wNPD, again most of the hcs is projection.) He finds both you and Morty someone to both impress and protect, it's hard because he tries to keep up a wall of "I don't give a fuck trust 🙏"

I have soooo many headcanons and small lil things he does that floats around my brain guh. Gonna list stim headcanons now:

Making mouth noises, literally anything. "Pfftph", blowing raspberries, whistling, anything.

Literally any of the "catchphrases" he says, "lick, lick, lick my balls!" being his favorite one

He groans and borderline screams often and without care if it freaks others out; he also probably jumps or shakes his head as he does it.

He chews his shirts and bites his nails; when his hair was longer he nibbled on his hair.

There's so many headcanons ahahaha >< i love this old fart sm i could infodump about him for hours!!

[ricksanchezfromc137]

To self shippers who love Rick: It’s no secret that many of us either have feelings for a Rick Sanchez, or even have him as an F/O. If you ever start to feel jealous, just remember two things. One, there are infinite Ricks. There are so many Ricks, that any self shipper who is dating a Rick can be with him, and it won’t affect other Rick shippers. Two, if your Rick makes you happy, that’s what matters. Don’t let anyone affect you in a negative way for loving who you love. This is a show about infinite possibilities. Hence, your relationship with your Rick is basically canon.

[chaos-bunnyships]

The f/o who took you by surprise. The f/o who you never expected to fall for, but they ended up stealing your heart. The f/o who bonded to you immediately. The f/o who shoved every other option away and said "here i am". The f/o who makes your heart shine like a star in the night sky. The f/o with whom time means nothing, because your love happened so fast. The f/o who snuck up on you, and became such a special love that you can never forget them. That's because they chose you.

Reblog with a pic of the f/o(s) that surprised you. Here's mine

[histronic-gizmo]

FUCKING RICK WITH BLACK MAKEUP INDER HIS EYES I FUCKIBG CANT

[rosalynnpup]

꧁⊱♡⊰ ‿︵‿୨ FEB 2024 F/O SHIP CHALLENGE ୧‿︵‿ ⊱♡⊰꧂

Day 6: Rick Sanchez x Rosette Armani

Ship Name, Font, and Emoji: 🧪𝕃𝕒𝕓ℂ𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤𝟜𝟝🧪

Series: Rick and Morty

Playlist: 🧪𝕃𝕒𝕓ℂ𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤𝟜𝟝🧪 (Spotify link)

‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ Fun Facts About LabCoats45 ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

♡ - Rosette and Diane were best friends in College. Rosette's parents hated that she ended up perusing a degree in Biology and Chemistry instead of becoming a dancer. Diane took her in when her parents kicked her out. ♡ - One night, during their weekend bar hopping, Rosette and Diane met Rick. They all hit it off really well as friends and they exchanged home phone numbers. The began to hang out more often on the weekends. ♡ - Rick and Diane began dating and eventually got married while Rosette was studying abroad in Italy. This broke her heart, as she was deeply in love with Rick, but knew she had to try and move on. ♡ - Once Rosette came back from Italy, Rick and Diane took her in to help with Beth while they worked. Rosette eventually started to help with Rick's portal traveling. This lead to Rosette stepping in to what was thought to be a working portal. Rosette ended up on a different planet in another dimension for just a few minutes while the portal closed behind her. Once a new one opened, she has lost 45 years for life on Earth. Rick thought she was dead. ♡ - Rosette continues to help Rick with his inventions, but is very out of date with new tech. She ends up resorting to older problem solving than Rick prefers sometimes, but they make do. ♡ - Rosette and Rick love to sit on the roof and stargaze together. Sometimes they talk about how much they miss Diane. Eventually, Rick ended up confessing how he truly feels to Rosette and they began dating without telling the family for a while. ♡ - Rosette and Beth's relationship was rocky at first, but they eventually began to bond as friends and not as a step mom and daughter. ♡ - Rick's nicknames for Rosette: Honey, Sweetie, Rosie, Rosa, Pumpkin, Perfection. ♡ - Rosette's nicknames for Rick: Handsome, Honey, Darling, Smartie Pants, My Genius.

‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿ PHOTO TIME ‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿

(last piece by @/kararoas)

꧁⊱♡⊰ ︵‿୨ F/O SHIP CHALLENGE DAY 6 OVER ୧‿︵ ⊱♡⊰꧂

[iken]

work

ima say this loud and proud. i would love to work for rick. like be his assistant or sum shit and most of it is just us flirting around. he’s just so.. and ugh i love that man

[lon3rlife]

Panic attack

Rick Sanchez x Reader

My anxiety has really been kicking my ass lately. I’m going to try write this attempting to display how a panic attack feels to the best of my ability. Enjoy <3333

“Oh mann this is going to be the craziest party ever! I-I’m gonna get so fucking wasted-oh shitt this is going to be great. We’re going to party all god damn night.” Rick says rambling on about the crazy alien party you guys are going to. Rick has been talking about it for weeks saying that it’s pretty much a party that happens once a year on another planet where the whole planet parties and it’s supposed to be a lot of fun.

“Mhm yeah.” You say trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

Walking the streets of a whole different planet is usually not too triggering for your anxiety since you and Rick have been going on adventures together for quite some time, but tonight feels different. Your heart rate is speeding up and your thoughts are racing, but you try your best to try to stay present in the moment instead of ruminating on your bodily sensations.

You guys arrive at the party and you try to have some fun and relax a bit. You cling by Rick, who is having a wonderful time drinking and attempting to show off some of his “dance moves.” Maybe this time you were able to control your anxiety, maybe you can enjoy yourself for once.

“Shitt I need another drink, wanna go hit up the bar again?” Rick slurs out

As you guys are waiting for drinks at the bar things become way to much out of nowhere. Your heart rate picks up faster than before, your lungs feeling like they’re lacking oxygen causing you to hyperventilate trying to catch your breath, you feel so disconnected from your surroundings you don’t even know how you got here.

“Rick I need to get out of here now.” You say tugging on his lab coat

“Shitt this drink is as big as my head oh damnn, you should’ve gotten one this is fucking crazy.” Rick says still leaned over the bar counter not turning to notice your distress.

The world is slipping away. You have no clue what to do, it’s too late to attempt to take some deep breaths and calm down. You can’t even get a normal breath in.

“Rick seriously we need to go.” You say more urgently as tug on his lab coat again.

He finally turns around and sees you on the verge of tears, gasping for air.

“Rick I actually think I’m dying.” You choke out through shaky breaths

“Sweetheart I see people die daily I promise you you’re not dying.” He says with genuine concern. “Follow me.” He says leaving his drink at the counter.

You try following him out of the bar. The world is moving so fast yet so slow. You don’t know where you are, your legs feel like they’re about to give out from your shaking, and you’re leaning on any wall you can find to try to catch your breath.

“Let’s go home.” He finally says once he finds a quiet place to actually be able to hear each other talk.

“No you’re having fun I can’t ruin this for you, just portal me home and I’ll be fine. Go party I’ll be fine at home I promise.” You say, breath still shaking. You at least feel a little less overwhelmed being away from the music.

“This is more important, let’s get you home and we can watch a movie or something to get you to relax. I can party any time I want. And right now I want to make sure you’re okay.” He says with his arm wrapped around you keeping you close as he fumbles around in his coat pockets to get his portal gun.

You guys walk through the portal into his garage. The second you walk in you feel a weight get lifted off your chest. The familiarity of the place puts you at ease.

“Everyone’s asleep we can relax on the couch if you want.”

“That sounds nice.” You say as he softly holds your hand and guides you to the couch.

On the couch you lay on his chest as he softly runs his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry I made you have to leave.” You apologize still feeling guilty.

“Baby don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault at all, even though you had this panic attack you were still able to notice your symptoms and that’s a start. I’m so proud of you, and just know if you ever feel anxious please let me know and don’t feel bad about it.”

You’ve never seen him be so soft and genuine before. As he talks to you, you feel your eyes get heavy and due to the adrenaline rush of the panic attack you get tired enough to fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning on the couch with Rick’s arms wrapped around you sleeping peacefully, with his face nuzzled into your hair. You feel much more at ease and calm and feel so lucky to have Rick there to support you during your scariest moments. <3

[sp00ks-in-th3-cl0s3t]

You know my f/o and I have like 51 year age gap and I don't get to flex it enough

Shout out to people like me, who have a 51+ year gap between them and their f/o! You peg that flat, wrinkly ass, Queen!

And ofc shout out to my boyfriend, Rick Sanchez, for being HOT, HOT, HOT!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[mortytheestallion]

can i have you?

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: Rick Sanchez x F!Reader, age-gap (older man/younger woman), unprotected sex PIV, angst, cunnilingus, fingering, canon typical violence, alcohol

“What’s that?” There’s a look of uneasiness painted on your face, a timid hand pointing at a seemingly dead robot that looks a little too much like Rick, well exactly like Rick, strewn across the garage floor in a puddle of oil.

Rick barely spares a glance over his shoulder before giving a gruff grunt.

“Morty pissed me off. It's a glorified family babysitter while I search for— while I focus on real shit.”

You think you’re gonna throw up. If that. . . thing, has been impersonating Rick for a couple of weeks then—

You can’t help the shriek that passes through your lips. Stomach churning, you don’t acknowledge the sound of glass shattering not 5 feet from where you stand. All you can do is stare at the shiny gold consisting of the robot’s body parts in horror.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Rick had already been in an irritated state like you’ve never seen. 5’o clock shadow, disheveled hair, and his lab coat seemed to be all that was holding him together.​ The mania had dissipated a couple of days ago, leaving nothing but piss and vinegar behind. 

“I fucked that thing.”

You’ve never seen Rick surprised as he slowly turns to face you, brow near his hairline. He’s speechless for the first time since he met you, yet it's gone as quickly as it came. His signature furrowed brow and twitching eye returned.

“What do you mean you fucked it?” It's full of venom. You can see his shoulders tense, white knuckles gripping the edge of the work bench. 

All you can do is stare at him, bound and gagged by your own dreadful realization. A beat passes before either one of you moves, Rick springs into action first. A string of explicatives leaves his mouth as he roughly clears the work bench, you cringe at the sound of clattering metal, but do not move. It feels like your feet have grown roots. 

It all makes sense now. The soft touches, the kindness, the supportiveness. It couldn’t have been Rick, it wasn’t. 

You can’t believe you didn’t realize it was a robot. His hands were cold, which was the only odd thing but Rick is odd. He normally runs like a space heater. You often wake up with all of your blankets on the floor, Rick starfished on the topsheet. He had been more tender though, attentive. You just thought time was changing him, making him softer. It seemed like family was making him more mellow, you thought maybe having you in his life brought out something in him. 

The shame and embarrassment washes over you like a flood. 

He picks up the robot with ease, throwing it onto the work bench like it weighs less than a feather. You’d be turned on in other, better circumstances. Your thoughts continue to race as Rick searches carelessly through boxes, throwing items over his shoulder at the workbench. He doesn’t seem to care if it hits the robot or not. 

Rick attaches what looks like jumper cables to each of the robot's nipples. You snort, instant regret shoots down your spine as Rick throws a glare at you. He presses a button and the robot jerks to life, cringing as he moans through the electrical current flowing through him.

“I thought you let me die, asshole.” He squints at Rick. His eyes widen when he realizes Rick is in no joking mood. 

“I programmed you to keep Morty busy not to fuck my gir— not to fuck her!” Rick thumb jabs in your direction, “Now I’m gonna fuck her, and make you watch.”

“Rick.” It's the first word you’ve been able to get out in a minute, the robot quietly sighs to himself during your staring contest with Rick. 

“Fine.” It comes out through gritted teeth, and he rips the cables off. The robot jerks as the light leaves its eyes. You feel a little guilty, this somewhat sentient creature dying because of your actions. Then again, Rick programmed it to be him, and it does seem to want to die. 

“What?” It's accusatory. Rick can’t believe the look on your face, you fucked a robot not him. Who are you to be on a high horse?

Your mouth is set in a grim line, tension oozes between the two of you. Rick’s chest heaves, he won’t break before you do. 

“What exactly was your plan with the robot? You thought I wouldn't initiate sex?” You break, chewing on your lip. Rick’s eyes briefly flicker towards it before meeting yours again. His hands are balled into fists.

“S-sorry I expected you to actually use that thing in your head, you know the brain?” Your mouth falls open at his jab, “Mouth o-open again? Gonna stick the dead robot dick in it, sweetheart?” 

There's tears in your eyes. All of the cautious trust you’ve built over the last couple washed away in a matter of seconds. Serves you right, you think.

He takes a swig of his flask, angry eyes betraying the calm demeanor he’s trying to portray. You can’t help it as the tears fall, you watch him soften a bit as you sniffle before the coldness returns. 

“Tears d-don’t work on me bab— sweetie, or did the robot fuck you dumb?” You know he’s just being mean because he’s hurt. 

It doesn’t make it any less upsetting though. You both stand your ground. 

You play it up a little, calling his bluff. Sniffles turn to sobs, you watch as his resolve slowly begins to crumble. He shifts his weight several times before he tosses the flask over his shoulder and moves in your direction. 

“C’mere,” his thumbs briefly wipe the tears off your cheeks before his lips meet yours. It’s uncharacteristically soft for him, a little too on brand for the robot. You push the thought to the back of your mind, enjoying how warm his body is pressed against yours. 

He gets a little rougher. You gasp as your back hits the work bench, so engrossed in the feeling of his teeth biting your neck you didn’t even notice him guiding you over. 

Rick’s hands are gripping your waist so tight you’re sure there’ll be handprint shaped bruises on your hips in the morning. The thought of it makes you moan, and he tenses slightly before continuing his way down your torso. 

He gets his hands under your thighs. Calloused hands meet plush skin as he leverages you up on the counter, you yelp as you land on the cold counter. 

“Gon–gonna make you forget all about him, sweetheart,” He mutters, rucking the material down your legs. He’s gonna show you how much he cares about you in the only way he can. He stops for a minute to grab you by the nape of your neck and kisses you, really kisses you. He bathes in the soft moans he manages to pull from you between kisses, continuing his previous goal as he bites his way down your neck and chest. 

Rick drags your ass to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees. He bites back a curse, his joints too old to be doing shit like that but damn if he wasn’t gonna worship you in a way that matters. Matters to him.

He runs a finger up your slit, savoring how wet you are for him after nothing but a couple kisses. It inflates his ego like you wouldn’t believe. 

You mewl as he breaches you, two slender fingers twisting inside you. You arch into his touch, wiggling for as much contact you can milk from him. 

“Please, Rick, d-don’t tease,” you plead, his eyes search your face. He curls his fingers up, hitting you where you’re soft and spongy, reveling in the way you melt in his hands. Rick uses his other hand to spread your knees wide. He can’t help the noise that escapes his throat at the sight of you. 

He picks up his pace and you squirm, your hips chasing as much pleasure as you can. His cock presses uncomfortably against the seam of his pants as he feels you clench around his fingers. Beads of sweat pepper your hairline as you ride his fingers, becoming more desperate the longer he denies you release. 

You practically scream the minute you feel his mouth on your clit. Your orgasm rips through you like a live wire. Your thighs shake, momentarily blacking out as the pleasure overwhelms you. 

When you come down, Rick is staring at you intently. 

“Can I have you?” It's loaded. You know what he means, he’s asking for permission before continuing but there’s more underneath this time. He might even be more upset than you about the robot fucking, and you know Rick’s no saint. Your lip quivers. His stare never leaves your face.

You nod. He’s on you faster than you can process post-orgasm. 

He kisses you again. It's softer this time, one hand holds your jaw softly while the other undoes his belt. He desperately shoves his pants down as if having you will solve all his problems. Maybe it will.

Rick fists himself as he smears his cock against your entrance. You moan, overstimulated and fucked out. He holds himself back, it's not in his nature to go slow. Your hips buck involuntarily as he slides to the hilt, his head drops to your shoulder with a groan. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in without warning, “Bet he didn’t fuck you like this, huh?” He quickens his pace and you grip his shoulders, hips dragging with what little strength you have to meet him.

He thrusts as deep as he can to get you to writhe and whimper. 

“C’mon,” He pants, “Just one more for me, honey, I know you can do it.” It's creeping up on you, twisting down your spine. He angles his hips to spear his cock into you just like you need, and it's enough. 

Rick’s hips stutter as you clench around him, gripping your hips to deliver the brutal thrusts you need as you ride through your orgasm. 

He comes shortly after with a grunt as you flutter along his length. 

“I’d have fucked a robot sooner if it meant you’d fuck me like that.”

The glare is worth it.