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imtryingbuck · 7 months

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Dancing In The Rain

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: reader and Bucky dance in the rain

Word count: 927

Warnings: nothing

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“He truly loves her, doesn’t he?” Nat speaks as she holds the cup full of hot chocolate closer to her chest.

“His thoughts are so loud whenever she’s around” Wanda leans her head on the other red heads shoulder.

Steve stands next to them watching his best friend finally find happiness “what do you mean?”

“Well when she’s not here I can’t hear anything coming from him but when she is here, it’s pure love, all the bad memories disappear because of her, he worships the ground she walks on” the smile on her face slips into a grin “and the sexy thoughts… let’s just say that’s he’s more than satisfied and creative in that department” chuckling as Steve starts blushing.

“Didn’t need to know the last part Wand.”

“Is it bad that I’m jealous of an 106 year old great grand dad with a metal arm and a staring problem?” A voice sounds from behind the trio.

“Nope not bad at all Sammy, all three of us are jealous” Winking at Nat and Steve when they give her a look.

All four of them now stand side by side, Steve speaks up again “What about her thoughts?” Curious to how the woman who’s captured his best friend’s heart really feels.

“Her thoughts are loud too. She really loves him, she’s not afraid of him in the slightest - you guys remember a few months ago when he had that really bad nightmare?-” Of course they remember that night, they all got woken up to him screaming, by the time anyone had the chance to calm him down he was up and out of the bed destroying everything in the room. He thought he was back at Hydra not realising he was at the tower and he was now safe, all of them tried to calm him down but nothing worked. Steve and Sam wore the bruises for a week as proof. It wasn’t until Nat ran back to her room to grab her phone to ring Y/n, who arrived as fast as she could, out of breath due to her taking the stairs because ‘the elevator was taking too long’. Still in her pjs, her hair was dishevelled and pure panic was written all over her face. All it took was her saying his name to stop him from throwing another punch into Sam’s already bloody face. All it took was her to gently touch his face for him to snap back into reality.

Continuing when they all nod “- she wasn’t scared of him but for him. She was scared of the situation, scared of us hating him for what had happened. But never scared of Bucky. And the other day when Peter ran into him making him spill his drink? He had to take his shirt off right, the names she calls Hydra when she saw the scar on his shoulder would make a sailor blush” chuckling at the memory of that day “She’s even thought of how she was going to make Hydra pay for what they did to her Bucky, she’d put you to shame Natty. She loves him so don’t worry Steve; she’s not going to hurt him.”

Steve smiles softly “Thankyou”

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~ 20 minutes earlier ~

“No” pulling his hand away “Baby I said no, we’re not going outside. It’s raining baby and I don’t want you getting ill”

“Please Buck I want to dance in the rain!”

“You’ll get ill”

“You’ll nurse me back to health” smirking with her eyebrow raised.

“There’s no music” he copies her expression.

“Don’t need music”

“It’s raining”

“It’s romantic”

Sighing, he knows she knows he close to giving up but he’s determined to get his own way this time “No Y/n now sit that pretty arse down and watch Ricky and Morty”

“Rick and Morty”

“That’s what I said”

“No you said Ricky when it’s Rick. Anyways come and dance in the rain with me”

“Don’t even think about it” is all he says when he notices the change in her body language.

“You asked for this Bucko, you only have yourself to blame” inhaling a deep breath and exhaling slowly - she winks at him “please please please please please please please please please plea-“

“God damn it you crazy woman, let’s go then”

“Love you”

“Yeah yeah love you too”

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The rain falls lightly as they make their way outside, even though he’s annoyed with himself for giving in he can’t help the smile that creeps it’s way on to his face, especially not when his girl has a huge smile on her pretty face.

Gently clasping her hands in his, he pulls her into him “have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Everyday, but tell me again” smiling up at him she makes no attempt to get rid of the raindrop that landed on her eyelashes.

“I. Love. You. More. Then. Anything” each of his words are ended with a kiss to her lips.

“I love you too James. Can we slow dance?”

“Of course, my love”

As the rain continues to fall the pair slow dance already getting drenched Bucky hums a tune, one that she doesn’t recognise. A surprised squeal escapes Y/n lips when Bucky spins her around.

“We’ve got an audience” she confesses.

“Who?”

“Wanda, Nat, Sam and Steve”

They both burst out laughing when Bucky looks up and the four Avengers standing in front of the window drops down to the floor.

“They are aware we can still see them, right?”

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bouncybongfairy · 6 months

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Rickety-Rickety Wrecked

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After recently getting a job, the illusion that high school status quotes and popularity truly mean nothing. You've been re-evaluating things that once made you bubble with excitement like sneaking out and partying. That being said, your younger sister informs you that she's going to Summer Smith's house party. Starting to feel like a senior citizen, you tag along and encounter Rick Sanchez.

Word Count 3.0k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, you’ve been warned!)

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As you walked out the doors of the nursing home you worked at. Your hand was lazily searching for the keys that were undoubtedly buried at the bottom of your bag. After opening the car door, you let your body fall into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t just being physically but mentally drained as well. Tossing your purse into the passenger side and start the car. It was Friday and you were excited to finally have an entire weekend off. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any time to yourself. Pulling into the driveway, you weren’t surprised to see that your mom’s car wasn’t home. She works nights but will take every double shift she can get her hands on. You dropped the purse on your bed and immediately went over to shower. Even though you’re a Med-Tech you still will help residents with toileting among other things. While waiting for the water to get hot, you let your dirty scrubs drop onto the floor. The water was scorchingly perfect, you could feel your muscles loosening. Using your nails, you scrub your scalp almost moaning from how nice it felt. The smell of the ‘honey crisp apple’ scented candle was only adding to the relaxation. Unfortunately that all came to a halt when your younger sister barrelled into the bathroom and turned on the harsh fluorescent lights.

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed.

“Well sorry, you’re the one hogging the bathroom,” your sister remarked.

“If you were patient and knocked I would have told you that I’m about to be done,” you said.

“No time, Morty invited me to a party that Summer is throwing,” she said which made you throw the current open.

“You’re going to Summer Smith’s party?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I thought you were going to. Morty mentioned that Summer asked you. And plus I kinda already told my friend that you would give us a ride..” she said.

“Girl what the fuck, why would I go to a party after working every day after school all week. Yeah she invited me but I wasn’t planning on going,” you huffed.

“Well, can you still take me?” she asked.

After you got out of the shower you thought about the fact that even your younger sister was going to be at this party. Even though you were still tired from school and the work week, you felt like staying home would just make you feel… pathetic. As soon as you got out of the shower you started getting ready. You haven’t done your makeup in so long that you almost forgot how to apply your lashes. You straightened your hair and threw on a jean mini skirt and a black long sleeve. It was weird looking in the mirror once you were all done up. You liked it though, it made you miss when you didn’t have to worry about work. When you went downstairs to see if your little sister was ready to go, she was equally as shocked at your appearance. After her friend arrived you guys took off to the Smith house. The entire house was completely lit up with lights, teens that were smoking on the roof, and of course, unknown species of life that were slithering and flying around. Your sister pestered you for 20 bucks then ditched you. You entered the house and immediately got greeted by the smell of weed and tobacco. It didn’t bother you too much though, you walked into the living room and immediately saw your old group of friends. They all screamed and ran over to give you a hug. You could tell they were all a little intoxicated.

“What are you doing here, we had no idea you were coming!” Maya said.

“Yeah I had the weekend off so I thought I’d come out,” you said.

“Ever since you started working, I feel like I haven’t seen you in like forever,” Anna said.

“Yeah I know, but it’s nice being able to save money. Especially because I could take some of that responsibility off my mom,” you said.

“Don’t you miss going out though? You were literally about to get asked out by Brad. I mean like, you practically lost your status when it comes to school,” Maya said in a condescending way.

“If my status was based purely on me going to parties and hanging out with girls who are pretending to be drunk then I don’t think I want it. Too obtainable for someone like me, sounds perfect for you though,” you said, giving her a warm smile as you watched her smirk fade from her face.

Now you remember why you stopped going to house parties like this. As you walked around you couldn’t help but notice all the sophomoric conversations going on. Things like bragging about having a roach from their dad’s ashtray. Or boasting about getting to second base with their girl. Honestly, it made you feel a lot older than you are. Making your way into the kitchen, you saw Summer standing there with Trisha. They both greeted you and complemented how you looked, which really lifted your confidence.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, stranger,” Summer said, giving you a red solo cup filled with an unknown liquid.

“Girl you know I started working,” you said, smelling the cup and trying to identify what type of liquor it is.

“Same, honestly ever since I started working at my mom’s shop, I feel like my childhood is officially over,” Trisha laughed.

“God I’m glad I’m not the only one,” you joked back.

“We were about to go up into my room and smoke, you wanna join?” Summer asked which you immediately agreed to.

Her room was really nice, with pink coral walls and a bunch of different posters that covered them. Trisha and you sat down on her bed and Summer walked over and grabbed a bong from under her desk. She grabbed her desk chair so that she could sit in front of you guys. Trisha surprised you and pulled a blunt out from behind her ear. They thought this was your first time smoking but it wasn’t. When you work in a nursing home, sometimes the only thing keeping you sane is your wind-down time at the end of the day. After puffing on those for a bit, Summer pulled out a tray that had a couple of purple almost violet crystals. Without saying a word to each other, the two girls crush up one and then snort it. It took you back at first, the brazenness of how casually they were doing lines was a little jarring, to say the least. When you asked what it was they explained what kalaxian crystals were and what the high was like. Even though it was embarrassing, the factor that sold you was when Summer said they couldn’t be picked up on a drug test. Trisha was holding up the tray and Summer was walking you through what to do.

“So like, when people do lines for the first time, most don’t fully sniff because they are obviously like, intimidated by it. But if you take a small bump then it’ll just burn and you won’t get the full high. So just go full throttle,” she said handing you the straw, the fact that the whites of her eyes were now blue made you nervous.

However, the mix of alcohol and weed in your system was making you ballsy. You close your eyes and take the full line, dropping the straw on the tray and bringing your hands to your nose. As if that would’ve helped the burning sensation. Both girls were giggling as they watched you react, asking every now and then if you were okay. Your entire sinus cavity was not only burning but giving off an unpleasant taste in the back of your throat. The effects were immediate and you felt like you were defying gravity. Like if you really tried you could start floating away. You looked over at the two other girls who were dancing to the stereo Summer had in her room. Without them even noticing, you walked out of her room and made your way downstairs. You felt like everything was moving in slow motion and you were taking in every detail of everything you laid eyes on. The music was so loud that it felt like a heart beating in your ears. Panic and sensory overload were taking over and you could feel your heart began to quicken. After accidentally bumping into a girl, she turns around and tries to snake her arm around your waist. Obviously having a stranger try to grind on you in the midst of a panic attack was the last thing that helped. You broke away and made a B-line to the nearest door. You yanked it open and slammed it shut behind you. You were using your hand to cover your mouth in a sad attempt to stop your hyperventilation.

“Medical emergency detected, blood pressure 148/96 and rising; Medical intervention advised,” a monotone woman’s voice spoke throughout the room.

“Oh my fucking god, I’m fucking hallucinating… I’m overdosing I-I’m about to fucking die,” you have cried have muttered to yourself and you covered your ears.

“You -buhrup- you’re not dying yet, what did you take?” a male’s voice asked. When you looked up, a blue-haired man was standing over you. Wearing brown slacks and black shoes.

“You deaf? What -buhrup- did you take?” he asked again, taking your jaw into his hands and making you look up at him. Your eyes were still blue from the crystals and your jaw was now chattering. You were still crying and breathing heavily.

“I told Summer to stop letting people take bumps of kalaxian. I have something, hold on.

“No- I don’t, I just needed a-a few minutes to catch my breath,” you explained, wiping your eyes and standing up, still leaning against the garage door for support.

“Whatever, you’re lucky I’m trying this whole nice thing,” he said, going back to working on whatever it was sitting on his workbench.

“Sorry,” you said, walking over to his bench and asking if you could sit on the bench. He ignored you but also didn’t protest when you hopped on. Setting your purse down, grab your dab pen and take a puff.

“You sure about smoking that?” he asked.

“Weed is a vasodilator so it probably wouldn’t be the best thing for me right now but it can’t be the worst either,” you said taking another hit.

“Did WebMD teach you that?” he asked.

“No, I learned that from my CNA teacher,” you said.

“HAHA, do you enjoy wiping shit off of saggy balls?” Rick said followed by a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, kinda hot,” you said, taking a drag. He looked at you with his eyebrow cocked which made you burst out into laughter, “you should have seen his face!” You said you are unable to compose yourself. He squinted his eyes, tilted his head down slightly, and scowled at you.

Maybe it was the drugs but the look he gave you made your stomach feel like it was boiling. He again went back to tinkering with his invention. His side profile was strong, his lips were in a frown and he had liquor dripping down his chin. His hands were huge, making a screwdriver look like a pencil. His posture was horrible, practically hunching over the workbench. The blue long-sleeve he wore was slightly tucked into the top of his pants. You were watching his lower stomach rise and lower as he breathed at a very steady rate. He had dark under-eye bags that only added to an angst vibe that radiated off him. You wanted to make a move to indicate that you thought he was attractive but felt insecure. Taking a deep drag from your pen to give you a bit of courage, you kick off your heels.

The sound of them clattering to the floor made Rick look over, he didn’t move but instead shifted his eye to the side to watch you. When he didn’t give you the attention you were craving, you uncrossed your legs and let them hang in front of you. Rick set down what he was working on and turned to face you. Pressing his back into the workbench and just watching you. Biting onto the tip of the pen you take another big drag and blow it between your legs. In turn, he took a swig from his flask, almost like that was his move in this little game you were playing with each other. You set your pen down and pull your skirt up so that the jean material of your skirt was no longer touching the tabletop. Revealing the hip bands on your baby blue thong, he chuckled and walked over to you. He stood about a foot away from you and even though there was still distance between the two, it felt closer. You were intimidated by him and you couldn’t tell if it was turning you on more or not. Extending your leg out, you use your foot and untuck the front of his shirt from his pants. Exposing his happy trail that to your surprise was also blue.

“So the carpet does match the drapes,” you giggle, which quickly turns into a gasp as Rick grabs your ankle and holds it up slightly. He was squeezing it so tightly but this only ignited a need that you didn’t know existed.

“Should have asked if you were so curious,” he said, pulling your leg so that your ass was almost falling off the edge of the table.

He loosened his grip on your ankle and ran his calloused hand up your leg. Once he was close enough, he snaked his hand around your waist. The feeling of his hand touching your lower back made your back arch involuntarily. His crotch was pressed lightly against yours. You were so nervous that your teeth were chattering. His hands were now running up and down your lower back, almost like he was getting off from watching how sensitive you were to his touch. When you looked up, he was already looking down at you. This was something that was new to you and you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands. Trying not to think too hard about it, you dip your fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. You pressed your nose against him, letting your bottom lip rub against his gently. You start pulling on the end of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. He shook his head in disagreement, so you pull away slightly and take your top off. He laughed and then took his shirt off as well. As if he had a look in his eye that said I’ll show mine if you show yours’. The fact that neither of you had to speak to communicate made you want to throw yourself at him. There were scars littered across his body, you traced one that was on his chest. Moving your fingertips to his arms, still admiring his old battle wounds. He was still watching you even though you weren’t making eye contact with him.

When you finally broke away and looked up at him and couldn’t help but admire him. His frown lines, how dark his eyes were, and how his hair was sticking out in all directions. You smashed your mouth against him, unable to bear waiting any longer. He was such a good kisser, not messy and sloppy like the ones you’ve had before. He was aggressive but not overbearing, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Running your hands through his hair and around his neck. He moved his hands to his hips and began grinding against you. Your lips were starting to feel raw from how long he’d been biting and kissing. Moving your hands down to his pelvis you try unbuckling his belt. When he pulled away from you, a trail of saliva connected by the both of your bottom lips followed. He pulled down the front of his pants, exposing his dick. You pulled your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time reaching down to feel how wet you were. He let out a hoarse moan, and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder. At this point you were aching with anticipation. Unwilling to take his teasing anymore, you reach down and line up his tip with your entrance. He takes the hint and moves his hands back to your hips for support. Slowly he started pressing into you, his mouth was slightly hung open. There was a slight stinging from how big he was but because he was starting slow, that feeling soon faded. He took a step forward once he was fully pressed into you.

He kept himself buried inside of you for a while while kissing your neck. Sucking hickies and leaving bite marks all the way down to your shoulder. He slowly started rocking himself back and forth. You attach yourself to his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck and moan as he slides in and out. You were trying to buck your hip up in order to meet him halfway with his thrusts. Watching his facial expressions as he pounded into you was making you feel euphoric. Everytime you tightened around his shaft you could see his face scrunch in pleasure. At this point he was pounding viciously into you, your walls were becoming sensitive. You were sure that he was getting close because he was getting more aggressive. His thrusts were getting more sporadic, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of your hair. Forcing your head back, exposing your neck allowing him to continue marking you up.

You were whimpering every time his length pressed completely inside you. His face was red from how much he was exerting himself. Your arms were wrapped around his neck so he grabbed you from underneath your knees and pressed you against the wall. The change in position was enough to send you over the edge, going limp slightly as your pussy spasmed around his cock while you came. He let his entire body weight press against you as he came inside you. As you were cumming, you could feel his throbbing member spurting inside of you. When he pulled out he took his shaft into his hand and rubbed his tip up and down your folds. Enjoying the feelings of your warmth and swollen core. He set you back down on the top of his work station. You were still cross faded and don’t think you could walk even if you wanted to. Barely being able to keep your eyes open you use your arm as a pillow to ‘rest your eyes’ for a few moments.

Rick zipped his pants up and went to leave the garage, knowing you’d probably leave once you woke up. Maybe it was the recent encounter with Unity that made him feel like a douche. As if having careless sex with you was only proving her point that you were a bad guy. He took a deep breath and stood in front of the door for a while before turning around. Grabbing your purse, he took your wallet and looked for the address on your ID. After punching it into his portal gun and creating the green entryway to your house. He picked you up bridal style and carried you through the portal. He used his foot to move the covers over and set you down on your bed. Leaving your purse and shoes on the floor next to you before leaving.

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sallyb-sin · 5 months

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Something they brought up in the new episode of Rick and Morty: Mort: Ragnarick

SPOILERS ahead:

Morty has become so desensitized to life that he is considered a national security risk. It's understandable, he spent 7 seasons taking part in illegal actions, maiming and killing all kinds of people and aliens and finding out that nothing really matters because of the infinite dimensions.

Morty has essentially become someone who, while still kind and a little immature, can't grasp situations on a normal level. Remember, he spent the remainder of the episode easily killing Vikings over and over with no hesitation or guilt.

And also casually killed a guy with a candlestick that was nearby, also with no hesitation or guilt. It was effortless and shows how skilled he has become in that area.

He still wanted to try to infiltrate the Pope's headquarters in a quiet matter, and he still cared about Rick while he's hurt and also a bit for Bigfoot, but this kid has definitely reached disturbing levels of uncaring at this point.

Even the next episode says point blank that both Rick and Morty have seen too much, and hints they're incapable of enjoying a simple session of scaring because, at this point, almost nothing scares them.

I'm hoping they focus on that in the season finale, or at least in the next season. We know by now that Morty is very smart and his partner is a murderous sociopath who he loves and is kinda codependent on. It would be good if maybe Dr. Wong or maybe the rest of the family addressed it or something. Anyway, can't wait for next week's episode!

#mort ragnarick #rick and morty spoilers #rick and morty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick c137 #morty prime #morty is desensitized #season 7 #rick and morty 7x9 #mort: ragnarick #rnm spoilers #rnm 7x9 #rick and morty season 7

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thesoftboiledegg · 5 months

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After last week's brutal episode, "Rickfending Your Mort" was pure silly fun. I love the lore episodes, but serialized shows that grow increasingly dark get exhausting after a while.

While many shows (Breaking Bad, The Sopranos) grow darker until the last season is pitch black, Rick and Morty has lightened up a tad. That sounds bizarre after the last episode featured Rick beating the man who killed his wife and daughter to an unrecognizable pulp, but it's lighter in the sense that Rick's growing up and abandoning his need to be the world's smartest edgelord.

Similar episodes, such as "Total Rickall" and "Morty's Mindblowers," show Rick at his worst. Here, Rick isn't exactly at his best, but most of the scenes lean away from "cruel" and more toward "dumb and goofy."

Plus, he and Morty have some genuine bonding moments. "I don't like that he's talking down to you!" "Thank you."

Rick and Morty might have disliked the Observer, but he cracked me up. His voice, his pettiness, the fact that he hovered outside the house to antagonize them--and his design is great, too. Rick's a man who collects crystals every third episode, so I don't know why he had a problem being surrounded by crystals and geodes.

"Rickfending Your Mort" had a few cameos for long-term fans. I'm glad that Space Beth's still hanging around, and her clip showed that she really is her father's daughter. Jerry's reaction to his clip reiterated that he's the most shameless person in the family. Rick acts like he is, but nah--he gets embarrassed.

On another note, this episode surprised me because I totally thought that the final scene was the beginning of another episode: Morty encourages Rick to get out of the house, and shenanigans ensue.

The title reveal showed a picture of Blips and Chitz, leading people to speculate that "Rickfending Your Mort" was a follow-up to "Rick: A Mort Well Lived." Honestly, I think that was a one-off. Morty's already recovered from Marta's absence; he argues with Rick, challenges him and calls him out instead of rolling over and doing whatever he wants.

Morty even took initiative here, which is refreshing because earlier episodes made him a glorified side character. He saw first-hand what killing Prime did to Rick and wants to cheer him up in a language that Rick understands: wild adventures.

Rick doesn't know how good he's got it. "Unmorticken" made it pretty clear what happened when another Morty found his Rick drunk on the garage floor.

Talking to Dr. Wong must be helping because Rick was able to bounce back from this one. Morty had to nudge him out of it, but minutes after the Observer arrived, Rick was his usual snarky self and hanging out with his grandson again.

Letting go isn't Rick's strong suit, but Prime Rick and his original wife and daughter are gone forever. He needs to be here for the family that he has now. Morty and Summer are basically his kids. He has three girls that he can't say no to. Even he and his Jerry are close.

And now that he's endured a clip show with the most annoying geode in the universe, maybe he can stop watching his life and start living it.

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kettl-ecorn · 2 years

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! part two !

! part three !

a/n: finally, reader, we meet at last. this is my first bit of writing in a while, i started this intending for it to be a one shot but this will def end up having parts, if that's okay with you. ;)

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afab!reader

warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. rickxreader, dom!rick, smut, masturbation (f), degradation, dumbification (kinda), voyuer!rick (kinda), weed is mentioned

it was supposed to be a quick errand when he ran into you, interrupting an evening alone to yourself. it had been a year since you had your one night stand with Rick, and although you couldn't stop thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever see him again. but here he is, standing in your bedroom like nothing ever happened.

you didn't know, however, that this isn't your Rick. but that didn't matter.

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Rick was actually kind of glad that morty didn’t come this time. come on, you really need me for this? this- dumb like, errand? he had said, squinting at his grandfather’s figure in the dark of his room, it’s the middle of the night, rick- i, i have a test tomorrow. Rick, pissed off just enough to mumble a whatever before portaling out, ended up going alone, because he didn’t need morty. didn’t need anyone, he would repeat to himself alone in his garage, over and over and over.

morty was right, however, about the excursion. it was a dumb errand. just a quick jump to a different universe- a universe with a Rick just careless enough to leave something valuable in the open. well, not the open, it was quite hidden- but after weeks of looking, rick finally obtained the coordinates.

it should have been an easy trip- there hasn’t been.. activity in this universe for about a year or so, which usually means its Rick had abandoned it, setting a fire and not giving enough of a shit to watch it burn.

but a world on fire isn’t what he walked into, it was your apartment.

he only needed a few seconds to adjust, having walked out of one home straight into another. he noticed the couch, the various blankets thrown throughout, the plush carpet underneath him. the beige walls covered in paintings, photos- he saw the bowl, smoked through to ash, on your coffee table. a huge difference to what he was expecting- some heavy guarded room or cave filled with traps, something predictable.

the portal closed and there was a silence, a heavy silence. the lamps around the room giving off a warm light were a nice compliment to the cold breeze from outside- one of your front windows is open. the welcoming atmosphere wouldn’t bother him as much if he didn’t know where he was, where he was supposed to look,

who was here.

but Rick doesn't have time to ponder as he checks his wrist, verifying the quiet beeping indicating that his treasure is close. a slight turn of a switch on his watch lights the room, turning into a grid highlighted by blue light. he turns in circles trying to find it, and then he spotted the small shape of the crystal, glowing green. there you are.

he followed the walls, striding through the small hallways until stopping before your room, his wrist’s impatient chirping growing louder. the door was cracked, he just had to push it open, had to grab this stupid little fucking crystal and go.

a small sound stopped him. a small, soft sound, muffled but audible. rick wasn’t stupid, he knew someone could and most likely would be here, most likely expecting him. he thought of a possible ambush before bringing his hands up against the door.

“uuhhh”

that he heard. still so soft but loud and clear to Rick. he moves dangerously close to the door, looking through the small sliver of view he could get.

you were a beautiful sight. eyes glazed over, fighting from rolling back. one of your hands was gripping the sheets, knuckles white. he shifted slightly, finally being able to see your bottom half, and fuck, it was better than he expected.

your legs were spread and bent at the knees and they rocked and twitched with your movements, you had started picking up the pace. your fingers now hungrily circling your clit, making sure to hit your favorite spots over and over again.

you’ve had a hard time getting to sleep lately, the high you get from weed not really cutting it anymore so you’ve now turned to your last result. sometimes you thought about calling someone- anyone, to help get you off in the way you wanted. you’d find yourself scrolling through dating apps for hours, but you just couldn’t, you could never find what you wanted. you wanted him.

you thought about him now, thrusting your hips imagining him there, coaxing you to your orgasm. you remembered the things he said, how he said them

“look how fucking- you’re so fucking wet, i haven’t even touched you. so desperate to cum, huh?”

“you look so pathetic with my cock in your mouth. want- need you to rub that pussy and look at me.”

“if i let you cum i want to hear those pretty noises you got. you hear me? I need to- tell me you fucking heard me,”

you made those pretty noises for him now, head lolled to the side as you moaned, wishing he could hear you, tell you how pathetic you sounded. your eyes are shut tight, not wanting to see anything else but him and you’re getting so close, fingers and hips stuttering as you chase your peak.

Rick watched you as you came undone. your head falling back, mouth in that pretty ‘o’ shape as you moaned. so quiet, Rick wondered if you knew he was there, staying modest and quieting your moans. he thought about going in now, too quick to stop him and diving into your cunt. he imagines how sweet you taste, and feels his cock twitch in his pants.

you’re coming down now. your fingers are slowing and you’re lowering your legs, catching your breath. wanting to stay in the euphoric feeling, you circle your clit again and you’re so sensitive you breathe through your teeth, “riiickkk..” you picture his smirk and his dark eyes as he’d stare down at you, bottoming out and watching you squirm around him. you want more, you slide your fingers down to your seeping hole and bring your wetness up, resuming your assault on your poor clit when-

“you called?”

you jumped, heart leaping to your throat at the sudden voice. you scrambled off the bed, eyes searching for something to cover your bottom half and your eyes fly up to meet with his.

you never thought you'd see him again, but there he was. just standing there, all normal like you didn’t just moan his name. the door was all the way open now, and you don’t know how long he’s been standing there. maybe you passed out at some point after you came, you thought, this is a dream.

Rick eyes you up and down, completely drinking you in. you squirm under his gaze. your throat dries up, you open your mouth to speak and nothing happens. He grins.

“i..- ha, i didn’t mean to scare ya, sweet thing.” his voice is low with arousal yet he tries to be sweet, genuine, “i’m here because i think you have something of mine.” he begins to stalk towards you, slowly, looking at his prey through low-lidded eyes. you can feel your stomach doing flips when you finally find your voice.

“Rick? is that you? really?” air escapes as you hit the wall behind you, trying to back further away. it’s been a year, at least, since you’ve seen him. a year since he fucked you out, leaving you a trembling, drooling mess as he left with a simple “that was fun.”

and the embarrassing thing was, that’s all it was. he had waited for you outside of your job, standing by your car as you came up and it was easy. easy for you to take him up on his offer for drinks, easy for you to bring him home, easy for you to let him fuck you raw. you were obsessed from the beginning, his scent enough to excite you, but when he fucked you it was like the world slowed. it was the best sex of your life and you couldn’t stop fucking thinking about it.

Rick was close now, your eyes level with his chest and you swallow as you look up to meet his eyes. he licks his bottom lip and sighs, not being able to resist looking down at your bare legs, your thighs. “Yes, but not- not the one you’re thinking about, unfortunately.”

“i don’t understand,” you whispered, still reeling from the shock of your intruder and also the waves of heat left over from your orgasm. you feel light headed, you just got up too fast, you think, and you find yourself leaning your palms into the bed, folding over slightly.

he chuckled and you could hear the tint of evil. “yeah, heh-haha, your pretty little brain couldn’t even fucking- wouldn’t understand,” his words sting and you want to stand and face him, but you feel his hand slip through your hair, intertwining his fingers with the nape of your neck. “but that’s okay, you don’t need to.”

he yanks you back, crying out as you follow his hand to ease the resistance against your scalp. he grips your waist with the other hand, pulling you flush and squeezing hard, intending to leave a mark. he puts his mouth to your ear and groans and you struggle against him. “i loved your little show, baby. was that- you did that all for me, huh?”

he knows you weren’t thinking of him, obviously, but he loved this shit- he’s shared partners with other Ricks before, passed them around like a hot commodity, if they’re good. but to find cute, innocent, ignorant ones like you? someone who doesn’t know about the infinites, doesn’t care about a different life other than the one she has. fears of the unknown always remaining fears. it turned him on to no end, and watching you squirm in his arms in response to his words made him groan and dig his face into the side of your neck.

your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you whimper against his hold, the hand in your hair now trailing down to your throat. he wraps his long fingers around it and gives it a squeeze, testing. when you can’t help but moan, he rewards you by tightening his grip, nearly cutting your air off completely. your head feels fuzzy and you squeeze your naked thighs together. you feel him chuckle and mumble, hearing things like poor thing and know what you need

he lets go of your poor hip to check his wrist, his tracker going wild to indicate he’s close, he’s right on top of it. to be honest, he had completely forgotten about his mission after seeing you, all cummed out moaning his name. but it started to click for him, and he harshly swiped your hair away to grab at your ear, quickly folding it over. it was hidden, but he knew where to look. a brand of your dimension number. you were owned. valuable. off limits. he couldn’t hold back his amusement,

this was perfect.

#off limits #rick sanchez x reader #x reader #rick and morty #rick sanchez #smut #rick x reader #dom!rick #afab!reader

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geetimesthree · 5 months

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I'm going to struggle to make rent this month. I've just finished a cover but don't know when I'll be paid. I also have some (non rick and morty) interiors to finish before December 17th as well. On top of this, I have a buttload of paperwork and phonecalls every week due to family bereavement. So I don't have time to do commissions, unfortunately.

I do, however, still have comics for sale.

The final posting dates if you'd like them in time for Christmas are:

USA: 11th December (International Standard)

UK: 18th December (First Class)

Dates for other countries can be found here, but I cannot guarantee anything as sometimes [insert your country here] may hold things in customs for longer.

Other ways to support me:

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PLEASE do not send me money if you are also struggling, because I know what that feels like!

#rick and morty #comics #artists on tumblr #birdrick #i hate making these posts but there is currently no alternative

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fear-no-mort · 5 months

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i watched two letsplays of the virtual rickality game and wholeheartedly i would die for the pink octopus-looking alien

#final week. i cna feel my bones rotting #rick and morty #evil morty #morty smith #rick sanchez #odieart

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fandomwe1rd0 · 2 months

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What I think Rick's greatest fear is.

Basically, I think Rick's biggest fear is opening himself up, and learning to love and care about others. It happened before, Beth and Diane is the most obvious one, he let himself open up to them, he loved them, he refused to abandon them, what does he get in return? He gets to see them both get killed in front of him.

Now let's switch gears to Birdperson. He finally was able to let others in, he shot his shoot, but Birdperson rejected him, they still stayed friends, and he opened himself up at Birdperson's wedding. What does he get in return? He gets to see Birdperson get shot in front of him.

That's why he doesn't want to open himself up to Morty. He doesn't want to care about Morty. He doesn't want to love Morty. Every time he let himself love someone else. He got hurt in the worst possible way. Like the universe is punishing him for caring about people. For loving people. So he keeps trying to push Morty away with insults, but Morty still stays beside him. He hates it. But he's also possessive of Morty and doesn't want him to go. He'd do anything to keep Morty around him, even if it means he has to have Morty sacrifice his dream. He doesn't want Morty to get a life outside of him. He just wants Morty to hang out with him forever, "Rick and Morty! 100 years!" But he'll also never admit that he cares. But he'll do anything to cling to Morty.

Morty is the one thing keeping him stable. The. One. Thing. I'm 100% convinced that he'd abandon everyone else before he lets Morty go. Eventually, Morty will get a life outside of Rick. He'll get a wife, kids, a job, a house. And Rick is terrified of that. And he hates it. He hates when Morty admires people other than him. He wants Morty to hold him in high regard. But he doesn't want to care about Morty. He wants to push Morty away, but he also doesn't. He hates himself for caring. He blames himself for the deaths of Diane, Beth, and Birdperson (Even though he did revive Birdperson) it was his fault. It was because he cared. Because he chose to open himself up at Birdperson's wedding. Because he chose not to abandon Beth and Diane. He hates himself for it. He sees love and caring as a weakness. He just wants to be an unfeeling ghost who doesn't care about others. But he's a human. He has human emotions.

I think he is learning it isn't bad to have emotions, heck he's even going to therapy every week now, but it's definitely a slow process. Maybe he'll finally be able to stop relying so much on his 14-year-old grandson who is not in any way responsible or equipped to keep Rick stable. Maybe he'll finally stop this toxic, codependent relationship with his grandson. But I don't know.

#rick c137 #rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick #morty #Diane sanchez #beth smith

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marzonomy · 4 months

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Rick Prime x Reader

AN; I have been hyperfixated on rick and morty for the past several days/weeks/i lost track of time, so now i write for rick sanchez. I finally ended up caving and, out of curiousity, searched rick prime x reader only to discover there is a severe lack, so now I'm making the world a worse place by adding to the small handful of prime rick x reader fanfiction. Also, he's not a cold unfeeling monster in this which is ooc, but there is an explanation for it.

Rick never thought in a billion years this could happen.

He erased a woman from existence in every universe to prove a point that these feelings were stupid.

Yet here he was, absolutely head over heels. He didn't like it.

He felt weak. Vulnerable. This wasn't supposed to happen.

So, he tried to kill you. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

He didn't understand. You were C-137's lover, he should hate you just as he hates your boyfriend. He should want you dead.

Eventually, he figured he could just pretend to only want you to spite C-137, to steal you away since clearly murdering his last woman didn't work (and because he CAN'T kill you).

He figured, 'fake it til you make it', that if he convinced himself this was the case it eventually would be.

But you shot down each and every one of his advances, quite violently and maliciously as well.

This frustrated him immensely.

And then, frustration turned into obsession.

He found himself unable to get you out of his head. Found himself wanting you more and more.

He needed to have you. He was going to have you.

He hardly even devised a plan, just opened a portal into your room one night and straight up kidnapped you.

You were going to be his, whether you liked it or not.

If it came down to it, he would not hesitate to make you love him against your will. Remember when C-137 made that oxytocin thing for Morty? Yeah.

Of course he would use a milder form, he doesn't want you to get all clingy and fucked up like Jessica did, that would be obnoxious, and it wouldn't be you.

He kept you in some kind of underground sci-fi bunker, and at first he treated you as a pet. A prized possession.

But he eventually developed compassion for you.

Over time, he began treating you like a princess. He'd absolutely spoil you, give you everything you could ever want and more. Not just because you're the first person he's ever loved and he'd do anything for you, but also he'd do anything to keep you from leaving him.

He even let you outside under the condition that he would always be there with you, and even took you on dates sometimes!

So long as you behaved, he would keep treating you unusually nicely for someone like him.

#rick sanchez #rick prime x reader #rick prime #prime rick #rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #headcanons

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spamwmona · 8 months

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Rick Sanchez X Reader Through A Screen pt. 1

Rick is literally a walking trigger so I guess beware. Been obsessing over this old fuck more than he obsesses over Prime Rick, so this might be a series. I'm open to ideas and changing things up if anyone wants to recommend shit, I'll do smut too if it makes you all happy. I'm bored and finally have my laptop fixed so I'm back on my shit again. I also work full time, so sorry if things are uploaded late.

He worked quietly, a few belches escaping his throat, never breaking the comfortable silence that filled his lab beneath the garage. You were above ground with his family, making small talk, he was sure, because that was the kind of person he found you to be. You clouded his mind as much as Prime Rick did these days, and he was sure it was sickening. He hadn’t looked in a mirror in weeks, but he could feel the stubble on his face as he dragged his hand down it hopelessly.

He knew taking you would bring Prime here, it was only a matter of time, and he knew he was risking his family's lives, but he was selfish. There were other Beths in the universe, other Jerrys, and Summers, he didn’t need these ones, right? All he needed was You and Morty. There was no one like you two to be found, even if there were multiple Mortys in the universe, this one made him feel something. This one made him feel protective.

What about you? He couldn’t figure out how you made him feel.

Using a piece of your hair he found in his ship, He searched each dimension for another version of you, any version of you, yet there was none.

That's what made you special to Prime Rick, but how did he get you? In a galaxy full of universes so vast, it didn’t make sense unless you died in all the others.

He asked you question after question for the first week, getting nothing but a cold shoulder and glare unless others were around. He scanned your brain, traveled into your memory without you knowing and what he found kept him up at night. That's what led him down this path, deciding to keep you here and search for Rick once more. He hoped Prime valued you as much as he led Rick to believe.

He had to, why else would he kidnap a strange teenage girl off her world and keep her hidden in an invisible lab, drugging her with love hormones? Morty was the one who found you as Rick tried to chase the possible clone of Prime Rick down a sliding tube. He was mocking Rick, just like he always had.

You were banging on a door when you got Mortys attention. Rick didn’t care until the door opened and you fell out. At first, Rick thought Prime was using this as a distraction, but if the clone was a distraction, why have another? Something in his gut screamed this was more serious andbto take you and ditch the place.

So that’s what he did. It took you a lot of time to get adjusted, you were used to being there only to validate Prime. He would often be very loving towards you, leaving you feeling high off of oxytocin, then just as soon as you felt good about the relationship you two had, he’d criticize you, blow up on you, leave you for months without so much of a “HI”.

That was the part you knew, you didn't know he was watching you, making sure you didn't get a scratch on you unless he permitted it.

It was his elaborate scheme to make you feel powerless unless he was around, because more often than not, you were isolated, touch starved and deprived of human contact. It led to delusions and paranoia on your part, along with feeling cold and shut off to the rest of the world.

Rick discovered he was drugging you with a chemical that forced you to feel like you were in love with him, so after a couple days of being away, you started to feel yourself again and realized you had a strong hatred for all Ricks, including the one who “saved” you. You knew it was for his own benefit, that's all Ricks ever cared about.

Rick grumbled and slumped in his seat, defeat washing over him at another failed attempt in locating Prime Rick.

Above ground, the Smith family gathered into the car, realizing they forgot to grab a few things for christmas dinner and decided to have a family trip to the market, leaving Rick and You in the living room setting up more Christmas decorations. You hummed, hanging the garland where the ceiling met the wall, entranced by the beautiful shimmer.

It had been so long since you celebrated anything besides Prime Rick's success at making technology you never cared for.

Rick stood nearby adding snowflakes to the tree. He couldn’t help stealing glances at you, thoughts of your beauty and how nothing could compare to it filled his mind. He was programmed to abide by your every wish, and to keep Morty happy, to think and act like the real Rick but to care twenty two percent more than the original. He felt guilty not being able to tell anyone the Truth, but Morty had already found out, and he knew it wouldn't be long before you did too.

Leaning over a little too far to the side, you gasped feeling the stepping stool wobble, and before long you were squealing out in shock as you collapsed on a pile of pillows Rick shot out of his hand. Rushing to your side, he quickly scanned you with his eye, then let out a deep breath of relief when the scan came back negative for any injuries.

“R-Rick… Thank you.” You mumbled, glancing up at him, then looking down shamefully. You felt a pain in your chest, waiting for him to call you stupid, or make fun of you, a reminder of how superior he was, something all Ricks seemed to have in common. Memories of Prime Rick filled your head, knowing he would have mocked you for making such a small mistake.

“Y-yeah *brugghbb* Are you okay?” He asked, helping you to your feet, eyeing every move you made. He knew the answer already, but your body was tense and he could tell something was bothering you.

“Yeah- no, no, I'm completely fine, thank you.” You smiled forcefully at the pointy haired man. You hated looking at him, it felt patronizing. You were tortured by this man, maybe not this exact one, but by a counterpart of his. You stood up, and began to walk away while dusting yourself off, but before you could take a step forward, he grabbed your wrist, and in turn, you looked back at him, hate filling your E/C eyes.

“Something’s bothering you- y-you were fine before you fell, what's-what’s wrong?” Rick dully stared into your eyes. Keeping a firm, but gentle grip on you.

“Fuck off.” He was caught by surprise by your sharp tongue, not having ever dealt with your bipolar mood swings and only seeing the facade you put up around others. This was the first time alone with the Rick Bot, but in your head,you thought it was just Rick. You weren't aware your savior was beneath ground haunted by his past and drowning in depression and whiskey. You didn’t know enough about Rick to know if that was him or not, you never cared to pay much attention to him, in turn making him angry because he was so used to having all eyes on him, he was so egotistical, and full of himself.

Maybe that's what caught Prime Rick's attention. You couldn’t care for enabling self-centered assholes who believed they were on par with God, even if you didn’t believe such a thing existed, which is funny because more unbelievable things than an invisible man filled your life. Hell, traveling through dimensions is possible, who's to say God isn’t?

Rick let you go, and you rushed off to your shared room with Summer.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick sanchez x reader #x reader

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