#rick sanchez drabble

[blackcatgreengrape]

I like the idea of rick sanchez being so angry, upset, and overall exasperated by his family/other external issues, that he portals over to your place just to slip your underwear off slightly just to fill you to the hilt.

grunting into the crook of your neck, mumbling about how bad he missed you, how easy it is to be with you, how good you make him feel about himself, how pretty you are bent over like this for him.

it's the only place he'll be completely unfiltered and honest, no loopholes, no mind games to avoid what he really wants to say to you.

he whines about how you don't visit him enough, how he misses your smell on his sheets, and the lipstick you leave on his mugs- even though he rolled his eyes every time he saw them stationed on top of his work desk.

he griiiinnddss into you. in a way- he's upset with you too, taking his anger out on your perfect body. you're always busy, too apathetic to his antics to bother giving him a worthy reaction.

but here.. when he's buried himself so deep into you, you can't help but react. moaning under his touch, the words 'more... yes... right there... faster... deeper...' bubble up from your throat and rick drinks them up.

responding with his own flattery: "you like that baby..?" "right here feels good, huh.." "you want more..?" "take it all. its all for you."

"its always only been for you."

[lon3rlife]

Sharing a bed with Rick

When sleeping with Rick you have two options, he’ll either hold you snugly to his chest and won’t let you go, or he’ll sprawl out, take all the covers, and involuntarily kick you in his sleep. Tonight he chose the latter.

“Ow- Jesus Christ Rick you kicked me.” You groan tugging the sheets from him to cover at least some of your shivering body.

Rick doesn’t respond, instead he sprawls out starfish style and starts snoring. Loudly.

You groan and slightly kick his leg to give him a taste of his own medicine before getting up to go to the bathroom and get some water, hoping that once you return he’ll have at least moved over a bit.

As you’re in the kitchen filling up your cup Rick walks in. His hair is all tousled and he still looks half asleep.

“Come back to bed.” He says sleepily.

“You were snoring and kicking me. You also stole the covers.” You respond back to him smiling a bit at his disheveled appearance.

He looks at the ground and mumbles something and you follow him back to bed, making sure to grab some of the covers before he gets ahold of them.

Instead of going right back to his snoring, drooling, and messy sleeping self he wraps his arms around you pulling you into his chest and nuzzling his face into your hair and falling back asleep almost instantly, without the snoring and kicking this time.

You embrace his affectionate hold on you until your eyes get heavy and you decide you will be able to at least get a few more hours of sleep before you need to get up.

[lacylovergirl]

rick sanchez x fem!sub!reader cw; no explicit smut but still rlly suggestive, alien bondage, dumbification, slight sex pollen, sexist undertones, belittling/mocking, praise, unspecified age gap, they are not related but he does call himself grandpa once, unspecified relationship between rick and reader reader is dumb and subby and chubby coded <3

“St-stay still.” His words were a mere grumble as he walked to your left, rummaging through a nearby bush. You didn’t have the capacity to move regardless of his command. Your back had hit the ground rather roughly, and in your current state of mind, decision making wasn’t something you could be responsible for. 

Rick was always good at dumbing you down. You didn’t know if he kept you around because he enjoyed the process of reducing you; or if you kept showing up because of how much you liked it. He’d been the first to introduce you to the true depth of your own obedience. He seemed tuned into you - easily coaxing you into a headspace of pure syrup, bypassing your defenses and emptying your head. He’d chastise you for thinking when you tried, reminding you that wasn’t your job - it was his. You were there to look pretty for him. 

He returned to your side with a large oval egg in his hand, cracked and bruised like it was about to burst in his hands. He didn’t seem worried about whatever was hatching in his grasp, simply laying it down close to your thigh and brushing his thumb over the larger breaks in the shell as they expanded. Looking at the action made the blood in your veins thrum, beating heavily at the walls they were running within and making your head pound for just a moment. The excitement clashed hard with the steady nerves that were growing in your stomach as the egg exhibited more and more life. You hadn’t the slightest what this was, and it was dangerously close to you, close to the most vulnerable part of you. His eyes were practically shimmering, completely focused on watching this entity spring to life. The purple skies of whatever planet he’d brought you to fought the pigment of his irises, making his eyes look practically black. Having Rick’s full attention was rare, something to be terrified of. His full attention usually meant inevitable death or pain. He was a sentimentalist at heart, but he was a sadist at the surface, and he could be mean when he wanted to be. It’s what made this situation so horrifying - he engineered himself to be unpredictable. He hated being bested, refused to be one upped. You couldn’t read him if you tried, so you never did. Maybe he’d grown sick of you and this thing would kill you, maybe he wanted to witness a live action hentai and this thing was going to violate you. You couldn’t fight back, not against whatever was breaching the thin membrane of it’s home and certainly not against him. Even without his inventions and implants, his old frame held immense strength beneath the wrinkled skin. 

You looked at the thing once more, seeing small, narrow tips of what had to be dozens of tendrils taking their first look at the world. They were pink and wriggling, growing wider in circumference as they creeped out of the shattered remnants of the egg. They seemed to move quicker when they met the ground, still slow but gaining consistency in their movements as they started the dizzying entanglement of the thigh that was closest to them. They were coarse, like vines, with blunt bumps protruding from the otherwise smooth surface of them. You’d expected it to be dry, to burn as it circled you, but it wasn’t. There was a trail of slime wherever they reached, oozing from the underbelly like a snail trail. You made the smallest noise, fear and inexplicable want forcing it’s way out of your throat as you reached down to pry it off. It was the only action that managed to break the haze of your clouded mind. A futile one, at that, because Rick’s hands grabbed at your wrists before they could make contact with them. You were squirming on the ground as they climbed higher, coiling around your legs, up your hips, circling your waist. The soft edges of your body were emphasized, slightly bulging through the vacant spaces as the constriction tightened. You did something familiar, you questioned him. Normally, you questioned him out of curiosity, wanting to know how his brain worked. Now, it was out of desperation, wanting to know what was about to happen to you. Your hands were held manually, and the rest of you was pulled taught in living alien bondage. 

“Calco vines.” He’d said it like everyone knew what he meant. He often spoke like that. “They excrete a resin that- when they use it on creatures here, it kills them.” Your eyes flicked to his. “But on humans i-it’s like Viagra on steroids.” He smeared some of the sticky fluid over the exposed part of your leg. Your dress was riding up to the point of near exposure, the things wrapped around you keeping it plastered to your body, immovable. “Gets to the bloodstream through the skin. Makes people stupid, sweetie. Real nice and malleable.” 

Your eyes were watering, your ability to think going from the normally pleasant blur to a completely indecipherable puddle. Your mind couldn’t remember how to move your limbs, for a second you worried that you’d forget how to keep your heart beating. Your chest was heaving slightly as Rick touched you. He was all gentle caresses and caring shushes as your watery eyes birthed pearly tears that ran down your cheeks. The innate comfort of his hands calmed the storming fear inside you. It was a nauseating dichotomy, confusing your already soft brain and making your instincts go haywire. You were soaking in between your legs, pudgy thighs wanting to close, but not having the will nor the strength. You couldn’t do anything but lay tied up, wrists bound to the ground now instead of locked within Rick’s death grip. His hands were everywhere they could reach. Even over your dress, it set you alight. Choked whimpers flooded out of you, unrestrained. You’d never felt so defenseless in your life. 

“Fuck - y’look perfect like this.” He drank you in, doe eyed and squirmy on the floor, that little glint of fear on your face that he loved so much. “M-my pretty little girl, hm?” Your eyes slipped shut at the ownership, a hum of agreement coming from your throat even as you tried to swallow it down.  He shoved your chin lightly, just to watch your head tip to the side and back, enjoying the boneless sensation you were displaying. You felt your underwear being separated from the sodden place between your legs, the cotton gusset soaked completely, a large wet patch being evident. He chuckled, a knowing and mocking huff at the results. It was always the same with you. 

“You scared?” The air on this planet was ice cold against you, a shiver running up your immobile spine. “S-scared I’ll leave you all helpless?” He was keeling between your legs, you looked at him and nodded as best you could. You were scared of that, scared of being eaten alive by some creature on a planet you’re sure hadn’t even been detected by the feeble scientists back on Earth. More tears streamed down your face. Cooing at the pretty quiver of your lips, he smeared the salty droplets across the trembling extremities, making your face shine with the gloss of your own desperation. 

“Don’t - don’t worry. G-grandpa would never dream of it, baby.” He bent your leg at the knee, holding the folded limb steady so your legs were more spread. “Just relax.”

sorry I wrote this in one night i'm kind of rusty but I love rick sm <3

[dolcettamagica]

may I please have a steamy car sex drabble with Rick c-137?

RICK C-137 simply wanted to get some ice-cream for his grandkid's and then return home. he couldn't help himself though when he saw you turn around in his space-car and reach back, trying to get your back from the backseat. your cute little skirt rose up, exposing your thong-covered pussy. what man could have kept his cool? rick couldn't. so he smacked your ass before biting into one of your cheeks.

"ri–rick?!"

"just a quickie, baby, you made daddy hard."

that's how you got into this situation – straddling rick's lap while he was pressing, circulating his thumb over your puffy clit, your wetness soaking through his khaki pants.

"look how–how wet you are, baby. pussy looks so lonely though."

a smug grin graced his face as he pushed not one, but two fingers, into you. your walls clenching around his slender fingers which were mercilessly fucking into your cunt, curling inside to hit your sweet spots.

"need my lil' slut ready for this big cock."

"please stop…stop teasing me"

your whimpers made his cock twitch. you looked so beautiful. messy hair, skirt still on, tits freed from your unbuttoned blouse and bouncing in front of his face. rick leaned forward to lick and nibble on your nipples. he could feel your walls tightening as soon as he showed some love to your tits.

"can you beg for daddy's cock like a good girl?"

"fuck…please, daddy, please fill me–fill me with your cock and fuck me already!"

"good girl", he purred into your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin, before he lifted you up, "sit down on my cock, doll."

slowly you lowered yourself. rick was way bigger than any men you've had before. despite having sex with him several times you never seem to get used to his incredible length and width. and you loved it. you loved the feeling of rick stretching you out, squirming under his hard, rough thrusts while he degraded and praised you simultaneously, his veins rubbing against your insides.

his tip was barely in. rick was digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. your lips parted, the air filled by your slutty moans. without any warning (or thinking about it twice) he rammed his full length into your soaking pussy.

"ahh f–fuck", rick planted kisses all over your neck, his arms wrapped around your body as he jerks his hips up, mercilessly thrusting into your squirming, trembling body, "couldn't stop myself. daddy loves your sweet lil' cunt."

his cock was kissing your cervix as he continued to fuck you. his thrusts were sloppy but hard and deep, your pussy clenching and tightening, his dick pulsating inside you. he lowered his head, putting your nipple into his mouth once more, his teeth gently gracing it. one of his hands was mercilessly spanking your ass.

"you're my dirty, dirty slut, aren't you? always…mmh, always eager to please daddy."

[starrbitez]

Short fluffy one shot: sick fic

Rick is drunk and Morty has the flu. Rick has to take care of his grandson but he’s a little kinder than he wants to be.

Rick finishes his dozenth drink when Beth walks into the garage. She tells him that the rest of the family is going out for the weekend on some sort of vacation near a shitty lake, but Morty was sick and had to stay home. She knew Rick was drunk so before she left she simply rolled her eyes and mumbled an annoyed, “just make sure my son doesn’t die.” Rick was drunk as fuck, so the request had taken about ten minutes to settle into his brain. Right. His grandson was sick.

Rick stands up. His poor grandson. What? He’s so dizzy, and while trying to leave the garage he stumbles over the gap between the garage floor and the inside of the house. He growls harshly, looking at the missed step with disdain. He had to fix that. Stupid fucking step. What if Morty tripped on it? Or Beth or Summer of course. Rick rolls his eyes. He doesn't care that much.

While his mind is busy thinking about how much he doesn’t care, his body has him already heating up a can of soup in a pot, boiling water for some alien tea with virus killing bacteria, and gathering supplies like Tylenol, a cold towel, and water. Now one could say Rick could whip up a cure for this ailment in no time, but Rick would say that, a.) he was too drunk, and b.) it was better to let the virus go away itself than using a dangerous tool on his grandson. (He didn’t care that his grandson was sick, he just wanted to please his daughter by keeping her useless son alive).

Before he knows it he’s standing outside of Morty’s door with his body mod arms assisting him in holding that shit ton of stuff he was holding. He hears a heavy cough on the other side of the door, one that’s deep in your chest and hurts, one where mucus comes up in the back of your throat. Rick frowns. He hadn’t been sick in a long time, and he hated being sick. His grandson especially hated germs, and usually took showers that were nearly an hour long after every adventure. Morty must be in hell.

Rick opens the door slowly and cautiously (as much as he can in his drunken state), but instead he lets out a large belch that alerts Morty of his presence.

”H-hey-hey little-little buddy,” Rick slurs, moving to place the soup on Morty’s nightstand. The boy in the bed gives him a weird look. “W-What’re you- what’re you lookin’ at Morty?” Rick belches again.

Rick hands Morty the tea and the Tylenol, putting the glass of cold water on the nightstand too. He feels Morty’s forehead, which he approximates to be around 101 degrees fahrenheit. Poor kid. He places the cold towel on Morty’s sweating forehead with a frown. The boy is huddled up in blankets, covered up to his chin as he shivers. He’s looking at Rick with pained eyes and eye bags that neared the severity of Rick’s. The boy stared at the soup, unmoving. Morty makes a small whimpering noise.

”Ea-Eat, lil’ dude. You gotta eat.” Rick gestures to the soup, smelling it and slurring ‘mmm’ for dramatic effect, like he was talking to a picky toddler.

Morty shakes his head and holds the blankets tighter, shivering further.

”S-Sit up, Mort.” Rick commands.

Morty’s eyes widen, but he does as the man asks. Rick moves closer to his sick grandson, and he brings the fallen blankets back up around Morty, and sits on the edge of the bed next to the kid. Rick sighs as he picks up the bowl of soup, trying to exaggerate the extra work the boy was making him do, even though he was already doing him a favor. (Rick would be sitting here no matter what, he would be sober, too). Rick stirs the soup around with the spoon and looks at Morty, holding the spoon up and saying ‘aaa’. Morty’s eyebrows furrow in frustration and embarrassment, but he leans forward and takes the spoon into his mouth. Rick tries to match the angry and reluctant expression, as if both of them hated that this was the only option. there was nothing else they could possibly do so instead they glared at each other and scoffed and swayed together when Morty’s NyQuil hit in and Rick’s 13th drink punched him in the gut.

Every five minutes or so, Morty asks, “can you pass me a tissue?” And Rick, without fail, always does.

At some point, the duo starts playing Minecraft, but after thirty minutes Morty had fallen asleep on Rick’s shoulder, drool dripping from his mouth.

“Gross.” Rick pokes the boy’s cheek to see if he’ll move. He has to do more work? This kid sucks.

Rick carefully puts the laptop down on the floor, and gets himself up without waking Morty up. Gently, Rick leans Morty down to his pillow, tucking him into bed snugly. He makes sure to keep the window open for fresh air. Morty’s glass of water is full, there’s an empty bucket next to Morty’s bed in case the boy’s stomach acts up, and tissues are ready. Rick finds a random stuffed animal on the boy’s bed and tucks it into Morty’s arm. With a satisfied smile, Rick kisses Morty on the forehead, grabs the bowl of soup, and whispers,

”Goooodniiight, Morty!! Feel-Feel better lil’ buddy.”

Between the alcohol and cough syrup, both will find it hard to remember what happened last night or to figure out why they both woke up in good moods.

[priest-richard-sanchez]

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His drunken laugh echoed around them as he held her close, his flushed face beaming adorably.

“I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun! You are just quite a doll, aren’t you?” He practically giggled as he pulled her in further, a dreamy expression in his eyes, his plush lips pressing kisses all over her face till they broke a smile.

“That’s for the absolutely perfect night out..” He chuckled, pressing a sweeter, tiny teasing kiss to their corner of their lips.

[clairewritesfanfics]

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Multi-chaptered fics

Villain Creation System (a quick transmigration fic involving an isekai'd Reader)

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No Goggles Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (last part)

Sinister

Mohawk

Prisoner

Omni-Mark

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Nail Reader Character Settings: Gender neutral, partial to completely blind Synopsis: He's the quiet, genius transfer that the grownups praised to high heaven, you're the chew toy for every bully in and out of school. He may have been the boy who lives next door, but he might as well have been a stranger. As far as you're concerned, you have no place in each other's life. You didn't think a cheap notebook would change that.

Milf Reader and Vil Mark

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The Idea of You (working title) Reader Character Settings: AFAB, she/her Synopsis: You are a normal human, all things considered, but having the ability to see future events has doomed you to a life as the GDA's pawn. However, what begins as one uneventful day results in your whole world getting turned upside down by the echoes of a man you've only ever seen in your dreams.

Alt: The variants break the Reader out of her prison in GDA headquarters.

Drabbles/Imagines/One-shots

Rick Sanchez-level genius Reader who drags Angstrom to the wasteland where he sent the Marks

Cheating men must die

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Variants with a chaotic evil Reader with Scarlet Witch powers

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Reader gets replaced by an alternate version of themselves and the Marks find out

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Captured Mark (this is the variant that Angstrom interviewed and the one was captured by genderbent Cecil and Donald)

Short angst with Captured Mark

Male!Reader confesses to Mark and the variants (Main Mark, Full Mask, Maskless, Mohawk, Prisoner)

Zombie AU

Main Mark and variants with Neglected Batsis!Reader

Civilian AU: Shiesty

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Mark Grayson Variants as Husbands:

Emperor, Mohawk, No Goggles, Omni-Mark, Prisoner Mark

Cap Mark, Full Mask Mark, Maskless Mark, Shiesty Mark, Sinister Mark, Viltrumite Mark

Their pet names for you

If you one day you looked different, bordering on non-human, would he recognize you?

Fluff Alphabet for Mark Grayson Variants:

Mohawk

Omni-Mark

Prisoner

No Goggles

Harem AU

Chibi Reader

Male Lead Clichés and Tropes

Full Mask, No Goggles, Prisoner and Target as otome game male leads because why not (ver. campus life)

Main Mark and variants find out Reader draws them

Main Mark and variants find a way to prolong Reader's life but Reader does not want that

Main Mark and variants whose Reader gets up at night to draw them

Main Mark and variants with a clumsy reader

Variants with a paraplegic Reader

Variants fight a superhero Reader with shapeshifting powers

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Variants (No Goggles, Prisoner, Shiesty, Sinister) with a waterbender Reader

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Main Mark and variants with a Frieren-like Reader

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Prisoner and Main Mark really fit Would You Fall in Love with Me Again

Happy Evil Love

Love with the Marks as told in Taylor Swift lyrics. Part 1, Part 2

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[berriepie]

hii :) could i request a drabble/thoughts about rick being ur possessive bf? i just know he gets jealous easilyyy from other rick's trying to steal u lol.

female reader it's ok :) thx thx

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝟎𝟎𝟐.⠀ C-137 RICK SANCHEZ X READER

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟑. SYNOPSIS, Rick Sanchez is the smartest man in the universe- there is no way he can get jealous.... but he does.

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟒. WARNINGS, Rick Sanchez, maybe a bit ooc, threats / threats of violence, ect

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟓. AUTHOR'S NOTES, HOLY! Yay I'm super happy to be doing a rick and morty request- plssssss request more rick and morty!!.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤRICK likes to think that he's above getting jealous, but he's really not. Don't get me wrong he doesn't get jealous of everyone- he knows that no one can be better than him when it comes to being with you, he's not insecure.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤBUTTTT when it comes to people the two of you know and are decently close to such as BIRDPERSON or SQUANCHY, or hell even MEMORY RICK he starts to feel a little jealous- subconsciously keeping a cautious eye on you and who ever you're talking to even though he knows his friends are better than that he still can't help but sta on guard.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤThe jealousy only emphasizes whenever another RICK begins to interact with you, seeing as [name]s are rare in the multiverse, many ricks are / would be prone to want to take you away from him- something that he is not a fan of. Mostly because he loves you (albeit never admitting it to anyone) partly because he likes to see all the other ricks stare at him dumbfounded because he managed to bag you.

While walking through the citadel, you had managed to notice how most- if not ALL- of the Ricks were staring at you, their eyes wide and mouths agape, pupils focused on you and your Rick for an uncomfortable amount of time, “Rick?” you called out- voice just above a whisper, it felt wrong to speak any louder, “Hm?” was the response you got from the rick beside you- his hands shoved into his pockets as he scanned the area, eyes almost narrowing at every other version of himself that looked your way yet also you couldn't help but notice the shit eating grin that he held- it was almost as if he had won something over the others. “why is everyone staring at us?” you frowned, uncomfortable with the amount of eyes that followed your every step, every move like hawks observing oblivious prey. With a sigh, your Rick took of one his hands out from his pockets and placed it on your shoulder, patting it ever so slightly before flipping the Ricks and Morty's off, successfully earning angry groans and 'fuck you's “Dont worry, they're just shocked I have someone as hot as you and they dont, fuckin' losers”.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤAlso RICK is amazing at masking his jealousy as annoyance or anger- typically playing it off as someone staring at him for too long when in reality it was because someone was getting to close to you. He comes up with the quickest excuses too and somehow they're believable.

You stared at your Rick, biting your bottom lip nervously as the screams of an alien alongside the familiar sounds of an ambulance grew distant every second. “Honey...” you began, worried as to why your boyfriend would suddenly shoot a random person while you were busy chatting with one of the Ricks you two had met before. “The fucker was starting at me weird- almost like it wanted to fight me” your Rick casually shrugged, answering a question you had yet to ask “Still... You--” “Shouldn't have shot him, yes yes I know- you're so morally superior to me” he simply rolled his eyes, earning a small shake of your head before you returned to your conversation with the other Rick- who suddenly became uncomfortable with continuing whatever you two were talking about previously- instead excusing himself and leaving you and your Rick behind. “huh... That's weird”

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤWhenever you do put two and two together, realising RICK is jealous, you have a fucking field day- constantly teasing him about it at every chance you get.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤWhenever the both of you go out to party and get high, RICK makes sure you're always in his sight or constantly checking that the tracker he gave you (implanted in you)- after all a fittie like you is bound to get hit on constantly and he will not allow it.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤYou know how when RICK drinks he gets emotional? Yeah that also happens with jealousy, he gets reallly jealous when he's drunk asf. This mostly causing him to cling ont you and cuss everyone out, and when you two get a chance to be alone- he'd probably cry while telling you he's not getting emotional and how everyone else are dumb assholes who don't know jack shit and don't see the value in people like you and him.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤ It's a rollercoaster with Rick. I hope you don't mind.

[blackcatgreengrape]

[stottlemorgan]

۶ৎ Evie's Masterlist ۶ৎ

ʚ Evie's Mini Prompt Sprints ɞ An assortment of mini prompts I have fulfilled for my sweethearts, mainly surrounding Arthur Morgan & Leland Stottlemeyer - Ranging from smut to fluff to angst to goofy.

ʚ Red Dead Redemption 2 ɞ

Arthur Morgan ₊⊹♡

♡ Arthur Morgan Headcanons & Drabbles

x Female Reader:

♡ Detour Smut You drag Arthur away from the Mayor's party for some fun of your own.

♡ Takin' Care of Business Smut You make your weekly call to Arthur during work.

♡ Teamwork Suggestive, fluff Arthur helps you fish.

♡ "Good Mornin' Sunshine." Smut Arthur wakes you up, and then wakes you up, if you know what I’m sayin’.

♡ Enjoyin' the View Suggestive language Arthur comes back from Valentine sporting a moustache, new shirt, and a trim. Oh, how delicious.

♡ Salacious Sacrosanctity Smut You've not seen Arthur for almost a week. He plans a night of splendour in Valentine with you but once you get to the hotel room, he finds out that you've brought a little surprise of your own.

♡ A Coffeeless Morning Smut You’re blessed burdened by salacious dreams of Arthur. It muddles your communication with him in your waking life.

♡ Mid Honour Arthur Morgan NSFW Headcanons Smut

♡ Low Honour Arthur Morgan NSFW Headcanons Smut

♡ Temptation Pining, Low Honour Arthur, male self-pleasure Originally titled Arthur Morgan & Catholic Female Reader. You've been sweet on Arthur for a little while, and unbeknownst to you, he is also fighting to supress his own feelings for you. Written in a headcanon-ish format.

♡ A Dog is a Dog Smut, Low Honour Arthur, angst. Arthur returns to camp in the middle of the night after being gone for weeks. Will this time be any different?

♡ Arthur Morgan x Female Reader Smut Drabble Smut Arthur likes you on your knees.

♡ Spirited Fluff, pining on Arthur's part Originally titled Arthur Morgan x Bubbly Female Reader. Banter, it's just a cute little time with you being a sweet little dumbass who Arthur can't help but fall for.

♡ Midnight Snacker Fluff, married life, suggestive, domestic, Modern!AU It's just domestic married life fluff with a little bit of suggestiveness thrown in, some sarcasm and snuggles and kisses and Arthur being just ridiculous and stupid and gross, just how I love him.

♡ "A Little... Refinin'." Fluff You shave Arthur's face for him. It's all cutesy and y'all're sweet one one another and GAH.

♡ One Small Step for Hope Father/Husband Arthur Morgan x Mother/Wife Reader, fluff Yours and Arthur's daughter takes her first steps!

♡ Arthur gets cream on his moustache whilst drinking hot chocolate Fluffyyy, short and sweet

♡ Arthur Morgan x Sick Female Reader Headcanons Fluff

♡ Arthur helps you with a panic attack TW panic attacks, anxiety, Fluff

♡ Oleander Sage Fluff You find Arthur in quite the predicament, with a sprig of poisonous oleander sage in his fist.

x Gender Neutral Reader:

♡ Sketches & Scowls Fluff Arthur encourages your artistic journey but you lack patience.

♡ Stupid Fluff, slight sexual tension Arthur patches up your wounds and y’all have a little cutesy moment between snarky words and smarting pain.

x Male Reader:

♡ Currently writing!

ʚ Monk (2002) ɞ

Leland Stottlemeyer ₊⊹♡

♡ Leland Stottlemeyer Headcanons & Drabbles

x Female Reader:

♡ Red's Your Colour Fluff/flirty, kissing It’s a few days before Christmas and the SFPD is throwing its annual Christmas party. You get a gift from the Captain before secret Santa even starts. Christmassy vibes with the gang!

♡ Leland Stottlemeyer NSFW Headcanons Smut, fluff

Adrian Monk ₊⊹♡

x Trudy Monk:

♡ Tropical Breeze Fluff, a little bit of grief and wistful sadness Monk experiences memories of Trudy from the most surprising of places.

ʚ Misc Fandoms ɞ

Lady Dimitrescu

♡ Healing Touch x Reader, hurt/comfort You get attacked by that imbecile Heisenberg's lycans while out in the village. You make your way back to Castle Dimitrescu, desperately seeking healing from your sweet Lady.

Rick Sanchez

♡ Down With The Alien Sickness x Female Reader, hurt/comfort Reader gets sick and Rick has to figure out how it happened.

Jaskier (Netflix Witcher)

♡ Don't Touch My Lute x Female Reader, fluff You steal Jaskier's lute while he bathes in the river, but he returns before you're finished playing.

Shane (Stardew Valley)

♡ As Sweet As Honey x Reader, fluff Shane tries some food that the farmer has made.

♡ Stottlemorgan 2025 ♡

[cyberstrm]

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

red = nsfw: MINORS DNI

RICK SANCHEZ

injured reader drabble

h1gh reader and rick drabble

rick sanchez as a bf hcs

relationship moodboard

[virginreprise]

found your blog thru one of your joel fics and when i saw you are planning on writing for daryl butcher and arthur too i fell to my knees. you’re such a good writer can’t wait to see what more you will come up with

please i'm so excited to write for more people!! all the men in my masterlist are my fave fictional men ever (including rick sanchez but he's a guilty pleasure so i keep him off the blog lmao). i keep thinking about what i can write for butcher and daryl - just brainstorming ideas and thinking of drabbles and one-shots. I've never written for either of them before so I'm gonna give myself some time to practice so i can get dialogue, vernacular and mannerisms down or at least somewhat believable. as for arthur, he's so special to me that i feel he deserves more than just a one-shot. i've had an ofc x arthur fic called 'Idumea' in the works for a while. it's entirely based on the house just outside saint denis with the oranges and i've had the intro written for a while. i'd love to share it at some point because i do think its some of my best work and considering i loved arthur before anyone else, i think i have his character down. even though it's honestly kinda hard to emulate his manners and personality through writing. maybe someday i'll get enough of it written to share it, although it was initially going to be a super big project!! life just kinda fell away from me, and at some point, i stopped writing it. it's always on my mind though.

[j3st3r-13]

Are you open to requests rn?? Bc if you are, may I pls request Rick Sanchez with interdimensional traveling bf?? If your requests are closed feel free to discard this! Thank you

Rick Sanchez with an interdimensional travelling bf!

rick is used to being the only one who can, so when you have it mastered as well? he doesnt take it well. hes terrified that your gonna supass him so in true rick fashion, he immeditly takes his young grandson to try and kill you.

your just taking a moment, taking a nice drink when some old grandad lunges at you, you dont now why or how hes here. but you fight anyway.

ricks fighting to the death so you flee, hes prepared. you're not.

enemies to loversssss

you begin preparing for rick now, your device is effecient and working. your equipment is leathal and your so ready for this grandad.

rick and morty are getting ice cream when you walk out of your own portal and kick rick into a wall.

you kick the shit out of one another until morty drags him home.

you could chase him to his home, threaten the family. but you dont. in some sad way ricks given you purpuse, so you let him go and wait for him to returm the favour.

It's like peter griffin and that Chicken man

after a few months it feels less like a fight to the death and more like a hangout between friends

youll ask him about how Beths doing as you nearly break his jaw, he asks you about your local bar before hurtling you through a window. its carthatric

one day, your having you usaul "hang outs" but ricks clearly pissed that day, and slices open your abdomen with a lazer.

he freaks

your ears are back up and running long before you can crack open your eyes. your drifting in a sort of haze. the pleasent buzz almost drowns the conversation you still cant see. "your boyfriend has received severe abdomen damage, Doctor Ajsdhswfhasjdkfhvh, its confident that they will recover soon."

"he better. now fuck off." his voice is even more hoarse then usual and he sounds... nearby. ricks here. hes with you. he hasnt left.

your eyes blearily open, and a tired grin breaks open your face. "you didnt deny it, rick."

the scientist practically jumps a foot in the air, before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck."yay. your alive. i wanted your shit- what?"

your grin grows impossibly wider. you've done many things to Rick, reigned hell on his life. but making him nervous? That's a first. even your most elaborate traps he figures out in moments. "he called me your boyfriend, you didnt deny it."

"fuck off, i liked you better asleep."

"i love you too, Rickie."

he pauses eyes wide and he just looks at you. searching your face for any hint of a lie or cruel joke. when he finds nothing he speaks. "who wouldn't? now move up in that bed," you raised a brow and rick scoffed. "Don't get your dick all excited its easier to see interdimensional cable this way. if you gonna be such a fuck-"

your hands to grip his lab coat. touch soft rather than cruel. silently begging for him to stay, you don't like hospitals and he knows that. he knows everything. his bony hands hold your cheek and the movement leaves you breathless, hands that are built for harm. healing. healing you, just you.

---------------------------------------------------

sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted but I got caught up lmao. feel free to request though. its always fun to write for yall and I love hearing your ideas. yall so creative. :)

[galactic-cumslut]

the other side of paradise

sorry i’ve been kind of m.i.a. with writing i have so many rick ideas but couldn’t flesh them out…my horny brain doesn’t work normally. instead have a repurposed story from my main blog that fits rick so well

✰the usual rick warnings,spitting, wow he’s mean in this one, cheating, afab reader, rick is a perv, knife kink, dubious consent

“you’d never let a man spit in your mouth huh”? rick spoke, gripping her face tight with one of his large hands. “i guess we see how that turned out”. the grin he had spread across his face was down right maniacal.

“open up filthy bitch” .he snarls and she obliged, much too terrified to see what will happen if she were to disobey his command.

rick gathered saliva in his mouth and released it in her awaiting cavity. "you're such a good bitch. keep that mouth open for me slut,i want to see you swallow it".

less than an hour ago she was waving her boyfriend goodbye , eager to see him the next day. maybe she’d be bold enough to make a move on him next time. randy was her boyfriend after all.

but for now she flopped down and dealt with her thoughts on her own. the overwhelming idea of randy touching her in the slightest was enough to make her shiver in excitment.

before she knew it she was softly moaning into her pillows as her fingers abused her swollen nub.

so caught up in the ecstasy of her own doing she failed to notice the person outside her window.

as soon as rick loosened his grip she spoke. “randy..randy and i are dating”.

a maniacal laugh left his throat, scaring you even more. “i am well aware of that fact y/n”. he slams her head back down onto the fabric of your pillow and moves his face so close it’s mere centimeters away. “but tell me this? if randy is your little boyfriend why did i catch you touching yourself like a bitch in heat ? shouldn’t he be the one making you feel good”?

his hand roamed down her stomach , stopping at her lower abdomen. “i asked you a question bitch. answer me”! rick’s fingers were freezing against her skin causing her to shiver at the touch.

“i wanted our first time to be special”. she lied. in reality she wasn’t sure how to initiate something sexual with a boy so she hoped and prayed that randy would make the first move. “i want randy…to take my virginity”.

rick raised a brow. “a virgin huh? i guess i got lucky with you. stu is going to be so pissed when he finds out that i got to you first”. he laughed again , pushing your shirt up revealing your nipples to the cold air of the room.

for a moment he was mesmerized by the sight but it didn’t take long for him to have his hands all over you again.

by the time he got down to her panties it was evident how wet she was.

“god you’re soaking. i barely even touched you ,fucking slut. a guy like randy doesn’t deserve such a filthy whore”.

y/n felt her stomach twist at the words. she knew she belonged to randy. she loved him. but the way rick was making her feel right now clouded her brain.

it was evident how little he cared about her well-being though. she wasn’t sure why she felt so turned on by this.

he slowly teased your entrance with his slender fingers,slowly pushing himself inside. she watched his jaw clench.

“jesus christ you’re tight y/n”.

it hurt at first. the pain almost took over your body before the pleasure hit.

you leaned back against his chest panting heavily. all reason and control went out the window.

“look at the mess you’re making. filthy little whore”he spread your legs wider and forced your neck down so your eyes met the damp stain on the white sheets covering your mattress. “my pretty little slut gonna make a mess for me huh ? gonna cum all over the clean sheets”.

she nodded , whining in his ear “please ..i’m so close please rick”.

hearing her moan his name so prettily practically causes him to bust right then and there. oh how he wanted to be inside her but it all came down to patience in the end.

“i think i’d rather have you cum on my cock. how’s that sound”? he removed his fingers. “my dick is gonna ruin you for randy. he won’t want some ran through whore”.

again she nodded. “please just fuck me. i’ll be good…i’ll do anything please”.

now this , this is what he wanted. to see his neighbors pretty little girlfriend in shambles begging for him.

“that’s my good girl”.

rick was quick to get on top of her , wrapping his hand around her throat watching in glee as she struggled to breath under his grip.

“stop squirming so much bitch”.

she heard the sound of a pocket knife being activated right next to her ear. panic was finally setting in.

“relax. i wont hurt you i just want to mark you as mine..that’s all”. his face didn’t change. that manic look stayed in his eyes.

she didn’t have much time to assess her situation as rick forced himself inside her. a few tears sprang to her eyes.

“holy fuck you are tight huh? don’t you worry your pretty little head , i’ll be changing that”.

y/n wanted to scream for help, she wanted to claw at his skin until he released her but she was weakened by his repeated thrusts. “please rick. be gentle , it hurts”. her words were barely above a whisper.

“shut the fuck up bitch jesus. you were just beggin me to fuck you and now you want me to stop, make up your damn mind”. he did not slow his pace, instead he ran the blunt side of his weapon across her skin and quickened his speed. “you really piss me off”

[krsive-writes]

A thread fic that I wrote the other day on Twitter. Blind Rick rickorty first time, very fluffy. I haven't done one of these in a long long time, but I think I'm gonna get back into it!

[clairewritesfanfics]

I just read the rick sanchez Reader drabble, and It had me thinking of an other dimension jumping character.

Bill cipher!!!!

Bill cipher reader finding a bunch of new "playthings" turning the end zone into a werid dystopia.

My knowledge on the lore of Gravity Falls is not up to date (I only watched the early episodes because it premiered when I was in high school), but I know that I love Bill's character ✋😩🧀

I should watch the series again for clarity though