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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 4 years

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A Helping Hand

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve posted a fic. Ive been working on my health considering how much stress I was under at my old job, but I’m doing much better now. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this.

This fic is set before Zeta 7 and the reader were dating, and when they were still friends. Set during and before the beginning of The Fluffy Adventures With Your Boyfriend Doofus Rick series.

In this fic the reader only wants to help.

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It was almost time for you to eat again. At times it almost seemed to be more of a chore than a necessity to have a meal or to follow the routine of it, but hunger had led you here. And although there were many other things you might've preferred to do, this was what had to be done at the moment. Anticipatory feelings were lacking as you opened up the fridge; had it been conveniently full of delicious food which didn't need to be put together, and could simply be warmed up, that would have been great, but that was wishful thinking. Of course, you hadn't gone food shopping yet, so your old fridge was bare; eating out was an option, but you already did that for lunch and it didn't feel worth getting properly dressed for.

It had been while you were thinking of a creative way to use elbow pasta and ketchup when a song played through the tiny speakers of your phone; it was a phone call and you didn't have to hesitate to answer; it was from your favorite person; from Rick. You tried not to get too excited whenever he would call, but you couldn't help yourself; hearing his voice alone could make you happy. Pressing the green answer button on your touch screen, you smiled despite his inability to see it. “Hello Rick. How are you?”

“He-hello? I'm um - I'm fine. I hope this - is this a-a good time?”

His usual soft, cheerful voice seemed reluctant, almost shy tonight. You always thought he sounded sweeter over the phone, and it just made you want to tease him a little. Leaning against your kitchen counter, you could not help but laugh. “A good time? It is now. So, what’s up? Other than the ceiling. ”

He chuckled at that and you were relieved he couldn't see you at this moment, for the warmth in your cheeks would take a couple of minutes to recover from. “Gosh," he started, "I-I-I-I-I was just wondering if y-you would like to come over. It’s almost time for dinner and I um - I finished cooking, but…”

“You cooked too much again?”

“Y-yeah.”

"You're going to go through all your groceries that way."

"I-I couldn't help it." he confessed. "This recipe called f-for a certain amount of ingredients, but then a-again I guess it's f-for multiple servings."

You heard him sigh, and the thought of his frowning face came to mind. So, this was simply to invite you to dinner: it didn't matter what he might've called you for; the answer was almost always yes. As of late, Rick had been cooking more than one person could eat at a time; you always did think it was odd that he'd cook in abundance, especially since he lived alone, but he'd blame it on old habits. However, it made you wonder if he was looking for reasons not to eat alone; not that you minded. Interrupting the silence, you commented. “Well, I guess I'll have to help you make it disappear then."

"Huh?" he brightened, "Is that a-a yes?"

"What do you think it means? Yes, that's a yes. Goodness," you giggled. "I'll see you soon.”

You hung up and rushed back upstairs to change. What a silly man you thought. Such a silly…but adorable man, who had so much room for kindness and doubt.

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It was lovely to see him, and to listen to what he'd call gossip but was only the latest development of the pigeons which had made a nest in one of his fruit trees. "Y-you gotta see how they've made their nest. Boy, it's - it's fascinating how they used s-some old magazine clippings and hair ties."

Touching his hand lightly, you wondered. "Do you have any pics of them that you can show me?"

With raised brow, he started. “Sh-sh-show you?"

"Yeah," You leaned forward a little, and smiled. "I want to see what you've been telling me about."

Without hesitation, he searched his labcoat pockets and retrieved his phone; scrolling through his gallery until he came across said pictures. "I-I-I-I took these a couple of - of days ago."

Your fingers lightly brushed his palm as you grabbed his phone to glance through the pictures; he had a good eye for angles and lighting, and from the looks of it, the pigeons seemed to be relaxed so he might've fed them first; how nice. "They're so cute. I can’t get over how fluffy they look."

Replacing the phone into his palm, he visibly tensed; your fingers had brushed his palm again. Now, the urge to allow your hand to linger there was strong and the thought of lacing your fingers with his had been tempting, but you did neither. You quickly withdrew, with a new sense of embarrassment over such thoughts. He wouldn't understand how you felt, because he didn't see you that way.

“How do y-y-you like them?”

Hiding behind your water glass, you answered. “Way more than I thought I would.”

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Rick was still eating, but not with the same vigor from earlier. You wondered if you had insulted him or something; he had been avoiding direct eye contact for a while. You were no reader of minds, so there was no telling of the feelings inside; of those senses which couldn't be touched. "Rick, is something wrong? Have I….. have I overstayed my welcome and you don't know how to tell me? Is...is that why you won't look at me?"

"N-no, that's not it."

"Then, did I hurt your feelings? I hope not."

He sagged a little in his seat, and he didn't answer, but he shook his head no. You thought back to earlier, and how you had looked at the pictures he took and called them cute, but other than that, you didn't say anything problematic. Was it because you asked? Maybe it wasn't.

It was easy to hurt his feelings being as sensitive as he was, and although it might've been against your better judgment, you reached out and touched the back of his hand. "Please talk to me. I don't know what I did, but I'm so sorry. I don't want you to be upset at me."

With widened eyes, he's gazed at your hand, then back towards you. "No, that’s not th-the problem."

"Then why are you so quiet all of a sudden? It isn't like you."

"It's because I…I'm s-s-sorry I talk so much."

"What do you mean? Where is this coming from?"

"It appeared as though y-you were getting tired of all my talking.” He started in an almost accusatory manner but must've realized how it sounded and continued with more calmness. “Gee, I-I didn't want to sour the evening, s-s-so I thought I should just sh-shut up."

"But I don't want you to do that. I love all your talking."

"R-really?"

His surprise at this pained you. How could he think that you'd tire of it and him? Maybe when you were thinking, he mistook it as disinterest. How could you show him you cared? You did what only seemed natural and squeezed his hand but he stiffened.

You realized that when he didn't answer right away, that the napkin he had been using had been dropped and was now on the floor; a faint blush dusting his cheeks and the tops of his ears. You didn't think that it'd be such a big deal to randomly touch him, but you thought it was sweet that he'd get flustered like that; if he wasn't so shy at times, you'd think there was more to it; if only there was. "It's fun hearing you talk.” You confessed. “I feel as though I have so much I can learn from you. So feel free to talk to me."

The relief that washed over him was palpable and he smiled warmly at this. It made your heart swell, and you withdrew your hand although it appeared that he wouldn't have minded. Still, you didn't want to upset him again with misunderstandings. "Y-you're a really nice person. It's - I'm glad t-to know someone like you."

You were glad too.

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"Anyway, it's interesting how they can take one man's trash and turn it into a home, but what could they do if given better materials?"

Taking a drink of water, he managed to recover a little. "I-I bet they could make a-a work of art if given the right materials. Wh-why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to know what you were thinking in that brain of yours. Must be interesting, especially with all the things you can come up with."

Yes, you did find the topic of pigeons fascinating but not as much as you found that toothy grin of his inviting. Having finished eating, you listened happily to his delightful little tales and knowings; watching as he'd start eating but then forget his food when he was at the peak of his explanation. He always did seem more cheerful when you were over and had so much to tell you when you were here, but you attributed that to the fact that he didn't have many friends. Though, you didn't mind his need for conversation; rather you enjoyed how random and easy it was to talk with him; his sweetness enriched your soul whenever he was especially happy and attentive in conversation. Handing him a new napkin, you teased. "I'm surprised you haven't made a mini-mansion type birdhouse for them out of whatever spare wood you have in the garage. Unless you already have. I bet it'd be all tricked out with a little warm birdbath and a small mirror so they can check themselves out, fluff their feathers and such."

"Gosh," he sighed, waving his fork a little as he ruminated on his thoughts before the beginnings of a boyish smile appeared on his lips. "did I already tell y-you about that?"

"No," you giggled; happy that your assumptions weren't farfetched. "but I took a wild guess."

He was that kind of guy after all; soft-hearted and fond of the living things around him; it was one of the many qualities that endeared him to you. You wished you could've taken part in its construction. "If you had told me sooner," you mentioned. "I would have helped. I could've helped painting it or something."

"Gosh, I thought y-you had other things to do so I…it wasn't a-a big deal. It was simply an um - an old man's hobby."

"It's just….it sounded like fun. I know it might not mean much saying this, but I would've enjoyed spending that time with you. Working side by side and discussing little details about it. I would…. You see, I love spending time with you."

It was only after you had said all that, in which you realized how easy it would've been to misconstrued. Sitting there, you resisted the urge to bury your face in your hands; wondering what was with you these days. Since when was it okay to get bold and be frank like that? Every so often, when you did say such things, you saw, for fractions of moments, confusion and more….as though he ought to say something; there were no tears and there never was, but you thought he seemed hurt; glassy-eyed and lost. Studying you, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again; preferring to examine his napkin and tableware then to continue that thought.

He did this often, especially when you surprised him; for better or worse. Perhaps he didn't want to appear foolish, but whatever he could've said was interrupted by your sudden movement. You reached over for his empty dish and went over to the sink to begin on the dishes. However, he jumped up and insisted that you needn't help to clean, snapping out of whatever mood which might've overcome him a moment ago. You thought it was the least you could do; if you had been a decent cook you would've offered a meal in return, but it wasn't likely that it was going to happen. "Rick, you cooked so I might as well help you clean."

"Gosh, y-you don't have to do that. I was the one that invited you over. As th-the host, it's my responsibility."

"That may be true," you reasoned, feeling responsible for him in some way. "but you're always doing stuff for me, so I thought I'd stay and help for a bit."

"Huh? Wh-what?"

"Yeah. I mean what good are friends if you can't put them to work every so often? Besides," you quieted a bit as you scrubbed away at the baking pan. "I want to help you."

It's not like you were using this as an excuse to stay a little longer now. Right? Well, just a little. It was still early and you didn't want to go home yet. Grabbing a kitchen towel, he chuckled lightly. "Well, I-I guess I'll help y-you dry."

Standing beside you, his warmth radiated off him, and from this close, you could smell spices, a hint of vanilla, and motor oil? Perhaps it was the scent of his house, but it was comforting. Good thing you had the excuse of concentrating on scrubbing because otherwise, it would've been obvious on how affected you were by him.

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After you finished wiping down the counters, you checked the time and thought you'd be better off heading on home. Grabbing your keys you were ready to say goodbye, but he followed you to the door. "Are y-y-you going?"

Without facing him, you nodded. "I am."

"Then I'll walk y-you home."

"Okay."

In the past, you had told him that it wasn't necessary since you lived so close, but you came to enjoy those small moments of kindness; of his sincere care for your well-being that made the world a slightly easier place to live. The walk didn't take long since you only lived a few doors down, but it was lovely nonetheless. "Thank you for the food. It was really good."

Scratching the back of his neck, he answered. "I-I hoped you would. I um - I enjoyed y-your company."

"Me too."

You played with your keys a little, wondering why you should be so nervous. It's not like you two were dating; it's not like he'd even consider the possibility, but it was moments like this that made you hope and contemplate if you should just tell him. It was always on tip of your tongue; the words which begged to be said, but you weren't feeling brave yet. You needed more time; just enough to be ready for a change. There was no rush, but logic and feelings didn't coincide. "Rick," you started, unsure of what you were doing. "can I um….can I ask you something?"

"Y-yes! Of c-course. What's on y-your mind?"

Think of something you thought. "You'd tell me if you needed help, wouldn't you? I'm not talking about what we did this evening, but stuff that….like if you need help with your chores or something. I know you get busy sometimes and I'd hate it if you weren't all caught up on the latest news about your pigeons or if there were dishes that needed washing."

"Gosh, I-I thought I was doing f-fine with all that," he confessed. "but it - I'll be sure t-to let you know."

"Good, that's...that's good because I'm always happy to help you."

Gathering whatever foolishness which laid at the pit of your stomach and daydreams, you rested a hand on his arm and smiled up at him. "Rick, I'd do almost about anything for you….that is…if that's….. that is what friends are for, right? At least that's what I think."

Though, was that what you thought? Wasn't this just a roundabout way of saying you wanted to be around him more? Oh, if only he could understand. You knew it wasn't right to mislead him, but he never reacted the way you thought he should.

Glancing down at where your hand still laid, a wistful, almost sad quality passed across his stormy eyes before continuing. "Boy, th-that's thoughtful," he began, though as easily as a summer sky could change so did his words. "but I-I wouldn't want t-to bother you or take up your time with anything like that."

"That's the thing, it wouldn't be a bother at all."

This is where you thought you'd messed up, but you couldn't seem to keep quiet when he was involved. It felt as though you were trying to monopolize your way into spending more time with him; as though you were desperate to get him to be around you. "I mean, as a writer, I can just do my job whenever. So, you don't have to hesitate."

That familiar flit of sadness passed over his eyes again and you thought that maybe he pitied you because all you had in the world was yourself and a house you simply inherited. You didn't want to tell him you were lonely, because if you did, you didn't want him to think that it was the only reason you spent time with him; it'd break your heart if you hurt this sensitive creature, but you couldn't help yourself; it was your selfishness talking. True, you were making this more complicated than it had to be, but you didn't know how to fix that yet. "I just…I don't mind being around you more and hanging out. That's all."

Although, it might've not been as complicated after all for it didn't take much for him to lift up your moods. All he had to do was smile, and to pull you into his arms for a big hug. Did he know?

"Rick?"

Squeezing you a fraction tighter, he confessed. "Gee, it's - I-I appreciate your worrying a-about me," he started, his soft, warm voice brushing past your ear and giving you goosebumps. "but I can't - can't help but wonder why y-you look as though you could use a friend right now. Are you al-alright? Did y-you want t-t-to talk about it?"

Your fingers dug into the worn fabric of his sweater and you wanted to cry because he was so devastatingly kind, and you knew in that one moment it didn't matter how long you held on to him; he'd let you hold him for as long as you needed because he was great at empathizing. Little did he know it unraveled your heart every time. "You're right Rick, I do need a friend. I…I need...."

You; the word which refused to leave your mouth. His assumption filled in the blank. "You probably miss your dad on nights like this huh? It's hard t-to go home to an empty house."

That was partly true. "Mhm."

Rubbing your back, he sighed. "Th-there there. Everything is going t-t-to be alright."

Is it? Would it be alright? No, he didn't know or if he did, he ignored it. Though, like this, you could almost believe there was more to this relationship than… then being good friends.

With your face hidden in the softness of his sweater, held so sure and firm, with such strength that seemed unnatural for one his age, he was as you thought of him; as a man you held in the highest regard, beyond reason or doubt that you could love if…if it was appropriate. Why couldn't he stay that friend that you needed and why did you wish for more than this? Was this to be your punishment? To adore someone who made you happy but couldn't be more than society should allow?

"Will I be alright?" you confessed more to yourself than to him.

Squeezing you a fraction tighter, you felt him nod. "Y-you're young, so y-you will be."

That's right, you were young; too young for him. While you had been ready to beat yourself up for it, he continued in a voice that was above a whisper. "I'd like t-t-to help you if I can but only if y-you want me to. Is that o-okay? Do you want me t-to?"

You wanted so much, but more than anything you wanted what he was willing to give. Rubbing his back in a similar, soothing motion, you softened. "Please do."

Another sigh escaped him, but he continued to rub your back; the warmth of his hands and sounds of his breathing making you a little sleepy. You hadn't been checking the time, but you were sure that it had been a while. What you hadn't been sure of was what the neighbors were going to think if they saw you two in such a warm embrace at this time of the evening or anytime for that matter; you didn't care because this felt right. It was as though you could melt into him with how comforting it was. Who knows how long you must've held onto him, but eventually you heard him say softly, albeit oddly disappointed. "It's getting late and I-I should let you go. It's…and you…but y-you can always call me if you - if you can't sleep."

Glancing up at him, you wondered why it ever had to end. However, with reluctance, you pulled away, but only enough so that you could hold him a little longer. "You're right. I…I should go to bed. Thank you for the lovely evening, my wonderful… my friend."

And with that, you released your hold on him. However, if you hadn't known any better, the look he gave you was softer than his usual ones. Was…no…it must've been nothing. A trick of the dim porch light. Half hidden by the dark, he confessed. "Thank you f-for being my - for being my friend. It makes me happy t-to have you around. I'll um - I'll be sure t-to make myself more available to you if you need me."

Your heart ached with half affection, half guilt. You really were asking for so much you didn't deserve. "Oh Rick, I'd appreciate that."

For a quick second, you saw him stretch out his hand but just as quickly let it fall back to his side. Then, he stepped back and reminded you. "Don't forget t-to lock the door."

"I won't."

You opened your front door, and smiled up at him from your doorway, trying to channel all that you felt in a single word; knowing that was all you could do for now. "Goodnight."

Softening, he turned away quickly, mostly hidden in the darkness, and waved. "D-don't let th-the bed bugs bite."

Closing the door behind you, you barely made it to the couch before you began to cry. What were you thinking? Playing around with a lonely man's feelings and possibly confusing him. Could you ever get over him? Would your heart let you?

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you thought back to only minutes ago when you were secure in his arms, and you felt as though you belonged to him. And how your blouse smelled like him now or that his care for you was almost enough. Though, were his actions like that of a parent? You could only wonder. Though, if you couldn't get over him, couldn't you help change his mind?

When you had calmed a little and had time to change and get a drink of water, you found that you still weren't sleepy. It was late but before you could give it much forethought, you dialed his number and he picked up right away. "C-can't sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Me either. I um - I was thinking a-about what you said about th-the birdhouse. While it is built, and I'd painted it, I would be happy t-t-to have you over when you're available and help me make it pretty. Gosh, it's - it's only if you want to."

"That would be lovely. Too bad it's late because I would've come over now if you'd asked."

"Y-you see, that wouldn't um - tomorrow would be better."

"What's the matter? A little sleepover never hurt anybody." You teased.

Right away you heard a clatter and then a crack. Did he drop his phone?

"Rick? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I-I-I-I just - my phone had fallen."

"I see. Sorry for the bad joke."

“It's o-okay. Just surprised me is -is all.”

A chair scraped the floor, and you heard the click of either a pen or a small appliance. "I-I don't think I'll be able to sleep t-tonight but I won't keep you up with m-my thoughts. It'd get kind of boring for you."

"I mean, I am tired, but I don't mind listening to you for a while. Could you just talk? It can be about anything."

He sighed into the phone, and you heard paper. Perhaps he was flipping through a book. “I-I was thinking of reading, but my eyes are a-a bit tired.”

“When you do read, do you only read nonfiction?”

“I-I like to read a little bit of everything.”

“You do? Well, how convenient. I happen to have a bunch of books and if you'd ever like to borrow any of them, you're free to do so.”

“Boy, I'll have to take a-a look the next time I’m over. Hey, um - I do have a-a story you might enjoy. It has t-t-to do with how I came to have jasmine in my backyard. Would you like t-to hear it?”

Grabbing a pillow, you nodded. “Yes, I really would. Though, tell it slowly so that I don't miss a thing.”

With a chuckle, he began to explain, and you placed the phone beside you; careful as to not drop it as his sing-song voice twisted and curled about you in your lonely room.

Fin

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evaroze · 6 years

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Some doodles of Doofus Diane and Doofus Rick, Summer Edition~ ☀️

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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years

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J19Z7 trying pegging?

Wooo boy. At first I didn’t know how to tackle this, I wasn’t sure if Zeta-7 was the kind of Rick to want to try this… But my pegging-loving ass simply couldn’t let this one slip. Lots of embarrassed Doofus Rick in this one, but don’t worry, he enjoys himself in the end ;3

5k+ words! Of course, there’s butt stuff and pegging. Also oral. The reader is the same character who works at a strip club on the citadel, who’s appeared in a couple of my fics with Zeta-7 in the past :)

Enjoy!

“Would you mind passing me my red corset? It’s in the middle drawer.” I asked Rick. I was getting ready to go to work, and he was sat at my dressing table having spent the day with me, and was making the most of every minute by sticking around to watch me get ready. I’d done my makeup, and now I was packing tonight’s ‘uniform’ ready to change into at work.

“Of course.” He said cheerily as he walked over to my dresser and pulled open the specified drawer. “Oh!” He gasped in surprise, and I immediately felt guilty.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you. I didn’t think.” I shook my head and walked over to him, reaching past him to pick up the garment in mind before reaching to shut the drawer. Rick caught my wrist.

“I-i-it’s okay. I was j-just surprised.” He assured me, though his cheeks were pink as he stared down at the contents of the drawer. The knowledge had escaped me at the time, but it was where I kept my sex toys as well as some of my racier underwear; the type I mostly wore at work. I noticed his eyes were homed in on one particular toy, though, and I couldn’t pretend to not know why.

“You’re probably wondering why I have that, huh?” I asked, and Rick looked up at me, a curious frown on his face.

“Well, forgive me, I-I-I don’t have an awful lot of knowledge within this subject. Those straps, it looks as if it’s intended to be worn.” He pointed out, and I nodded my head. I picked it up to show him. It was my strap-on dildo.

“That’s right. I would wear this if I- well, I’ve had a few female partners in the past, and so… you get the idea.” I laughed, flushing.

“Oh! Yes… I-I do.” He laughed too, going even redder than I was. “You, um, you are interested in women?” He asked quietly, looking up at me.

“Yeah… sometimes.” I smiled. “I like both.”

“Wow, I never knew that about you.” He smiled at me, and I was happy to see him so accepting of the new information; though I never once doubted that he would be. He was far too sweet to hold any prejudice.

“Well, you learn something new everyday.” I said, putting the toy away and closing the drawer. “I’m sorry to expose you to all my… phalluses.” I snorted, then wandered back over to where my work bag laid on the bed. Rick laughed at my choice of words and shook his head.

“It’s okay! I think that you and I… well, I like to think we’re very close. W-we can share these things with each other, you know?” He said, sounding almost nervous. When I looked at him, he was chewing on his bottom lip and looking at the ground.

“Close? Yes. I like to think so too.” I chuckled. We’d been together for a number of months, and our sex lives had progressively gotten better and better since the first time we’d slept together and Rick had been extremely nervous. He seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with intimacy, beginning to suggest things more often, expressing curiosity in trying new things. It was an exciting process that only made me fall deeper and deeper for him. “Something on your mind?” I asked, noting his sudden sheepishness.

“Nothing! I-I-I’m just thinking about things. Not to worry, you will be leaving for work soon, I don’t want to make you late.” He smiled, looking up at me. I finished putting my things in my bag and walked back over to him, cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a soft kiss. His hands found my waist, holding on gently as I led the kiss, tilting my head to deepen it.

“Okay. But, you can talk to me about things on your mind, remember? My shift is a short one tonight, I’ll be back sometime after eleven. If you want to, you can hang out here, stay the night with me. Don’t worry about waiting up, either.” I said to him, and he nodded his head.

“Th-that sounds nice.” He nodded eagerly, and leaned in to kiss me again. It was always nice when he was the one to initiate a kiss. “Y-you’d better get going. I will be here when you get back.”

“Love you.” I whispered as I pulled him into a short embrace. He laughed giddily at my words.

“Love you too!” He said back.

My shift at Spearmint Rick’s dragged. It was mid-week, so it wasn’t as busy as it usually was, and my favourite regulars were nowhere to be seen. It was funny, everyone in the place was a Rick, but I still had my favourites; the ones who made me laugh, that I got along with the most. It was rather dull when they weren’t around, and I found myself going through the motions almost robotically. I usually enjoyed my work, there was a fun social aspect that I missed on quiet evenings. I was glad to reach the end of my shift, hurrying to the dressing rooms as soon as the clock hit eleven to get changed back into my comfy clothes. I realised as I rushed out to my car that one of the reasons why I was so eager to get home, was because I was missing Rick. Even after spending the whole day together, being separated from him for the few hours of my shift had been an unwelcome thing. Perhaps it was because we’d spent the day cuddled up on the sofa binge watching a funny little TV show that he’d picked out, and it’d been so relaxing and comforting. I hadn’t quite been ready to give that up when I had to start getting ready for work, and I was looking forward to climbing back into my nice little bubble with him.

When I let myself into my apartment, I noticed that the TV was on and showing a late night rerun of a nature documentary. Shots of penguins sliding around on their bellies into water lit up the dark room; the lights were all off, and when I approached the sofa, I noticed that Rick was asleep. He was sat upright with his arms crossed, and his head slumped down, telling me he’d unintentionally nodded off. I made my way over to him and reached out to stroke my fingers through his hair, softly repeating his name in a bid to wake him up. He couldn’t sleep like that all night; his neck would be sore in the morning. He slowly lifted his head to look at me, appearing dazed and groggy.

“Ohh, I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I wanted to be awake for you when you got back.” He said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck to work out some of the stiffness.

“I said not to worry about waiting up.” I said, smiling at his adorable, tired eyes. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” I laughed, holding my hand out to him in order to help him up. I led him into my bedroom, dropping my work bag on the floor by the door before I walked into the ensuite to get ready for bed. Eleven generally was an early night for me, and I was looking forward to curling up next to Rick. He joined me as I brushed my teeth; he stayed at my house so often that he had his own toothbrush that lived in the pot next to mine, and we stood side by side as we brushed our teeth.

“How was work?” He asked, his voice muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.

“A little boring. Middle of the week; always the same.” I admitted, spitting out some excess toothpaste froth. “It’s nice to be home.” I smiled at him.

I rinsed my mouth out then turned and changed into my pyjamas, and was pleased to see that Rick no longer awkwardly averted his eyes when I undressed in front of him. By now he knew that I didn’t mind him seeing my body, and he was close enough to me that he was comfortable watching.

“That documentary on TV was very in-interesting, I wish you could’ve watched it with me. It was all about Antarctica, i-it showed you a momma polar bear and her babies. I think you’d have liked it.” He said after rinsing his mouth and turning to look at me. “Perhaps they’ll show it again s-soon.”

“That does sound like something I’d like.” I agreed, pulling my top over my head and unhooking my bra. Rick didn’t look down right away, focusing on my eyes for a moment before the urge got the better of him. “If they do show it again, I’ll gladly watch it with you.”

“Th-they- um, they also had seals and things, they were… they were very sweet.” He added distractedly, watching as I bent down to grab the oversized t-shirt that I wore to bed from where I’d left it on the floor that morning. I pulled it on and shuffled out of my pants. Rick’s cheeks were pink, and I closed the gap between us and cupped his cheeks. I was going in for a kiss when he spoke. “I would like to- uhh, I would v-very much like to make love to you, tonight. I-i-if you would like that.” He said, surprising me. Rick didn’t often ask for these kinds of things so straightforwardly.

My answer was non-verbal; I kissed him, entering my tongue into his mouth and playfully flicking the tip of his own. He moaned softly, wrapping his arms around me, his hands soon slipping under my shirt to touch my skin. I reached for his lab coat, pushing it off of his shoulders and leaving it to lay across the counter he was leaning against, then moved to his belt next, not breaking the kiss as I deftly unbuckled it and pulled open his pants. He made a sound, and I broke the kiss to look at him, to make sure he was okay. He was a little out of breath, looking down at me with need in his eyes. I continued to look at those eyes as I pushed my hand under the waistband of his underwear, my fingertips brushing over his hardening cock. I took him in my hand and stroked him, feeling him grow and stiffen at my touch.

“What would you like to do? How… how do you wanna do this, baby?” I asked him as I jerked his length, hearing soft little sighs surface as he became fully erect.

“I-I-I don’t mind. Any- any way you like.” Came his answer, and I let go of him and led him through to my bedroom. I pushed him down onto my bed and climbed on after him, pulling his sweater over his head and feeling the smooth planes of his chest.

“I want to please you, Rick. We always do what I want. Please, you can tell me; I’ll try anything.” I said, scooting further up his body to grind against his crotch, readjusting him so his cock emerged from within his pants, and I could trap it between my pussy and his belly as I rocked back and forth.

“I-I-I couldn’t say… I like what we normally do, a lot.” He said, though his eyes wandered across the room with purpose. I followed his gaze, finding my dresser at the end of it; specifically, the middle drawer.

“Something in there? You want me to, umm, dress up in something nice for you?” I assumed, and Rick looked back up at me and shook his head, an expression on his face like he’d been caught out.

“No. I-I mean, n-not that that would be bad. I think I would like that… but that’s not what I’m thinking about.” He said, closing his eyes and rolling his head back as I increased my pace. He groaned pretty loudly, and I giggled at how vocal he could be when I worked him up just right.

“One of my toys then? You wanna see me use one of them?” I asked, getting ready to get up. He grabbed my thighs to keep me in place, opening his eyes to look at me.

“Y-you don’t have to do that. I… it’s okay, I want to do what we normally do, w-w-we can both enjoy that, right?” He said, laughing a little uncomfortably.

“There’s something on your mind. I can tell.” I said, stilling my hips and thinking back to before I’d left for work, and how it’d seemed like he was holding something back then. “If you want to ask me something, ask me. I won’t bite.”

“I won’t- I can’t say it.” He admitted after a fair amount of lip chewing.

“Why not, sweetie?”

“It’s something that's… I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s not- it’s a little s-strange.” He sighed, covering his face with his hands. I didn’t try to pull them away, I’d let him hide himself if it would bring him comfort.

“I’m all for trying something strange.” I giggled, running my fingertips over his nipples. “What if I guess; will you tell me if I get it right?” I asked.

“O-okay.” He nodded.

“Hmm, alright. It’s definitely something to do with what’s in that drawer, right?” I asked, and he nodded again. “Okay. You want me to… dress up in one of my work things and give you a dance?” I asked.

“N-no.” He shook his head. I pursed my lips in thought.

“You want to dress up in my work clothes and give me a da-”

“No!” He said more harshly, pulling his hands away from his face and staring at me with wide eyes. “I-I-I don’t think they’d fit me, anyway…” He added. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Stab in the dark. You said it was strange…” I trailed off with a shrug. “Hmm, you wanna play with my toys then, surely.” I shrugged, and he gave me an expression that indicated that I was kind of right.

“You aren’t wr-wrong.”

“Okay. Wanna borrow one, try it for yourself?” I guessed, and Rick pressed his lips together, not saying anything. “You do. Which one? Oh, wait. I think I’ve got it.” I said, my eyes widening slightly. Rick groaned a little in embarrassment, covering his face again.

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore. N-nevermind.” He said, is voice thick with shame. I bent down and kissed the backs of his hands until he parted them, and then I kissed his lips.

“Do you want me to use my strap-on, is that it?” I asked, and Rick didn’t respond at all. “It’s okay. You can be honest. If that’s what you would like, I’m more than happy to oblige. It sounds like a lot of fun.” I smiled widely.

“Y-y-you’d actually enjoy that?” He asked me, and I nodded.

“Yeah. Trying new things in the bedroom is almost always fun.” I told him, rocking my hips a little again. “And I love making you feel good. I’m down to discover new ways of doing that, baby.”

“I-I-I’m just very curious, that’s all… I’ve never seen one and I- I’m just curious.” He shook his head at himself, looking down through the gap between our bodies.

“Of course. You’re a man of science, curiosity is in your nature. I’m sure it’d be very interesting for you to, ahh, experiment a little bit. Yes?” I asked, and Rick nodded eagerly.

“Oh, yes. Y-you know me very well.”

“Alright. In the name of science, then…” I grinned cheekily at him before getting up and running over to the drawer. I pulled out the object in question as well as my bottle of lube and made my way back over to him; the toy attached to the harness was fairly small, I felt confident that it would be suitable for a beginner so Rick would be able to handle it.

He looked between me and the toy nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. I tossed it onto the bed before climbing back on top of him, leaning down to cup his face. I kissed him once, twice, before stroking my thumbs over his cheeks.

“You okay?” I asked, and he nodded his head; though he was hesitant to do so. “We can stop any time. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I-I-I’m not uncomfortable! I’m just… I’m nervous. Don’t worry about me.” He shook his head, and I offered him a smile.

“It’s okay. No need to be nervous, we’re gonna go nice and slow.” I whispered, then crawled down his body, climbing off of him so I could pull his pants down and off, so he was completely naked before me. I was quick to pull my t-shirt off, exposing my breasts so he wouldn’t feel so alone in his vulnerability. I reached for his cock again, jerking him back to hardness since lack of stimulation and nervousness had him flagging. It didn’t take long, and I was soon taking him into my mouth, eliciting a shaky sigh from him.

“Ughhh, yeah, th-that always feels so incredible.” He breathed, sitting up on his elbow and reaching down to stroke my hair. I slowly glided my lips up and down his length, rolling my tongue around the head when I pulled back, humming around him when I pushed down. I worked on him with my mouth for a while before pulling off and replacing my mouth with my hand. I looked up at him, licking my lips.

“I’m gonna use my fingers on you, okay? Can you keep relaxed for me?” I said softly, and his eyes widened. He looked mortified by what I was saying, and began to protest.

“N-no, it’s okay. I can do that to myself s-so that I'm… ready. You don’t have to put your fingers there.” He assured me, and I stroked my hand up and down his inner thigh, coaxing his legs open wider.

“Are you suggesting that for your sake, or mine?” I asked, and when he didn’t respond, I sighed softly, pressing kisses to his hip bone. “I’m not forcing myself to do this, Rick. You aren’t putting me out. I’m into this, don’t you see that?”

“It’s not… it can’t be pleasant for you, touching me there. Can it? It's… well, you know what it’s for. Doesn’t that m-make you feel uncomfortable?” He asked, looking away from me in embarrassment.

“Relax. This doesn’t have to be a big deal, if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have agreed. Trust me, Rick. Open your legs for me baby, if you wanna do this I gotta make sure you’re ready.” I said, and he did what I said with a little whine. “Would you enjoy fingering my asshole, if it made me feel good?” I asked him, and he covered his face with his hands again, leaning his head back into the mattress.

“Oh, um… yes.” He admitted bashfully.

“See? I wanna make you feel good. That’s all I want.” I told him, then reached for the lube and squirted some out onto my fingers. I rubbed the lube between my fingers to warm it up a little, before gently pressing my index and middle finger to his back passage, feeling him flinch. I stroked the two digits over the pucker, circling it and coating it in the lube. Rick’s breath was shaky, and he pulled his hands away from his face so he could look down at me.

“Th-that’s nice.” He whispered, biting on his bottom lip.

“Yeah? You ever do this to yourself, Rick?” I asked him, then gently pressed my middle finger to his entrance, breaching slowly. Rick’s breath caught, and he rolled his head back against the bed again.

“S-sometimes.” He admitted, to my surprise. I pushed in to the second knuckle, and gently massaged his inner walls, hearing him whimper as I did.

“Mm, that’s a mental image to commit to memory.” I giggled, and Rick moaned softly. I took his cock in my free hand, giving him slow, loose strokes, just to keep him going.

“You can, uhh, y-y-you can add another.” He said quietly, and I bit my lip hard, a rush of arousal flooding my loins at the way he was warming up to me. I gave him what he needed, pushing my index finger in to join the other. Rick moaned, getting louder when I started pumping my fingers in and out, feeling him loosen up as he relaxed into the sensations. “D-deeper.” He breathed, wriggling on my bed. I complied, sinking in as deep as I could, rocking my fingertips against a spot that had Rick groaning louder than he had been all evening.

“Is that nice, Rick?” I asked him, shuffling on the bed to get closer to him, focusing my finger on the spot that got such a strong reaction.

“Y-yes!” He gasped, rocking his hips a little. “Oh, gosh. That feels so good! I need- I want-” he was panting, groaning between words.

“What do you want, baby?” I asked him, rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock, a guttural grunt came from him, and I pulled my thumb away to watch a string of precum stretch between us. I felt myself becoming increasingly damp, it wouldn’t belong before there was a wet spot on my underwear.

“Another; I-I-I’m ready.” He told me, and I smiled as I pulled my fingers out almost all the way, pushing back in with three this time. “F-fuh- oh gosh.” He whined, rolling his hips up into my hand, effectively fucking my fist as I thrust my fingers in and out of him.

“God, you look hot like this.” I breathed, the words coming out without my permission. Rick opened his eyes to look at me at this, licking his lips and lowering his eyelids; I didn’t doubt that it was unintentional, but the expression only made him look sexier.

“I feel… oh God. I feel so good.” He whispered, his eyes glazing over a little with pleasure. I studied his face, making sure to lock that image away in my mind for later. His cock oozed precum onto my knuckles at an impressive rate, and I couldn’t resist bending down to lick it away, tasting him with a groan. “P-please, we can- I need you to…” he trailed off, reaching his hand out and patting the bed next to him until he found the strap-on. He picked it up, looking it over once and inspecting its size before thrusting it at me.

I gently removed my fingers and let go of him, taking the toy from him. I watched him with an excited smile as I put it on, fastening the straps snugly around my hips. I still had my panties on, and with a flash of inspiration I quickly darted over to the dresser again, pulling a small bullet vibrator out before making my way back to him. I crawled onto the bed between his legs, pushing them wide for me as I nudged closer to him. Rick watched me with interest as I turned on the vibrator and pressed it between my legs, rubbing it up and down over my slit through my panties, moaning at the sensations. Not wanting to keep Rick waiting, I slipped the vibrator into my underwear, nestling it between my folds and pulling my panties up tight to hold it in place. I shuddered at the constant stimulation at my clit, clenching and twitching as it slid around in my wetness with my every move.

“Ready baby?” I asked, and Rick nodded his head with certainty. I picked up the lube, smothering a generous amount onto my strap-on, stroking it from base to tip as Rick watched with pink cheeks and parted lips. The remaining lube, I swiped over his cock, jacking him nice and slow as I lined up with his ass. I stroked the tip of the toy against his entrance for a while, feeling the resistance melt away by the time I pushed forwards. The toy was very slim, not much more of a stretch than three fingers, but I still went slowly, pausing every inch or so giving Rick time to adjust. When I was buried so far, the base of the strap on pressed against the tip of my vibrator and I whined at the added pressure.

“So good. Oh God, b-beautiful. F-” he hesitated, squeezing his eyes shut and grabbing hold of the sheets below him for dear life. “Fuck me, p-please.” He whispered, his words contributing to the ever growing wet spot on my panties. I thrusting out and back into him immediately, starting off slow, and quickly noticing the way Rick was trying to rock back against me much faster than I was going.

“You want me to go faster, baby?” I asked, voice shaky and breathless; not yet with exertion, just pure arousal.

“Yes! Please, I-I-I need it… it feels better when it’s faster.” He told me, and I grinned. I wondered just how much he’d experimented on his own… and I couldn’t help but also wonder if he’d experimented with someone else. Perhaps this wasn’t the first time he’d experienced this kind of intercourse. The thought spurred me on, and suddenly I was more eager than ever to please him. I tightened my grip on his cock, pumping him in time with my thrusts, he was bouncing back and forth on the bed, mouth hanging open. Moans rolled from him in waves, increasing in intensity when I angled my hips just so.

“Ughh, this is so fucking fun.” I said, laughing with something close to joy radiating from every huff. An amused grin formed on Rick’s face.

“Y-you’re telling m-me.” He stammered, his back arching as he tilted his hips, grunting loudly as he chased an angle that obviously worked for him.

“Mmh, my pussy’s so wet because of you, Rick. I’m gonna cum in my panties from fucking you. How’d you like that?” I asked, clenching my teeth as my vibrator bumped against my clit with each thrust. It felt incredible.

“Ohh, p-please. I like to w-watch your face when you climax.” He admitted, looking down at where we were joined at the pelvis, his eyes slowly tracing up my body; over my breasts before finally settling on my face again. “I feel like- like I won’t be able to control m-myself much longer.”

“Don’t even try, baby. I wanna push you over the edge. Watch you cum all over yourself.” I growled, feeling less and less in control of my words as I tiptoed closer to my climax. Rick whined and squeezed his eyes shut, flushing at my vulgar language. I stroked my free hand up to his chest, rolling his nipples under my fingers one by one. I wanted to surround him with stimulation, completely overwhelm him so he couldn’t help but let go, I wanted him to feel better than he ever had before. I buried myself deep inside Rick, rubbing my hips in an upward motion so the strap-on pressed firmly against his prostate; grinding and supplying unrelenting stimulation. Rick gasped, throwing his head back, and in seconds he was shooting his load over his stomach and my hand. I groaned lewdly as I watched him spurt, his cum shooting high with an impressive arch while his body shook beneath me.

“Ohh fuck! Fuck yeah, ughh.” He groaned, pushing his hips down on me, pressing the vibrator firmly against my clit. I continued to grind against him as my pleasure crested, tumbling over a precipice and having me panting and drenching my underwear.

The two of us took a while to recover from our climaxes, but soon enough I was whimpering and fumbling to pull the vibrator out of my underwear, eager to get it away from my painfully engorged clit. The slick thing slipped out of my grip, but I managed to hold it long enough to turn it off before I let it drop onto the mattress. I pulled out of Rick carefully, not bothering to detangle myself from the strap-on before I threw myself down on the bed next to Rick. He had his eyes closed, panting heavily beside me. I waited patiently for some sort of reaction from him, perhaps reassurance that he was okay. After a few long moments, I realised he wasn’t speaking any time soon.

“Are you… are you okay?” I asked, still embarrassingly out of breath.

“Y-yes.” He replied, slowly sitting upright. I watched him as he glanced down at himself; at the white streaks he’d painted across his chest. “That, um, that was… I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” He told me, looking at me over his shoulder.

“Did you like it?” I asked, unable to keep the concern from etching itself into my features. Rick smiled, breathing a quiet laugh.

“V-very much.” He nodded. I smiled in relief, sitting up and crawling up behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders; apologising when I accidentally poked him in the back with my strap-on. We shared a laugh and I removed it before going back to him.

“So did I. I’ve never done anything like that with a man. It was different, exciting.” I whispered, pressing a number of kisses into his shoulder. “Thank you for being honest with me about wanting to try something new. I know it’s not always easy.”

“Th-thank you for being so nice.” He laughed sheepishly. I looked over his shoulder down at his front, humming out a pleased little sound when I looked at his chest. I didn’t know what possessed me to do it, but I found myself reaching down, dragging my hand over his ejaculate, a little moan escaping me. Rick turned his head to look at me; well, as much as he could with our proximity. “I-I know that it’s late, and you probably want to go to sleep… but I need to c-clean myself up. I, um, I don’t suppose you’d l-like to take a bath with me?”

“I’d love to.” I grinned at him, kissing his cheek before releasing him and getting up; heading off to run us a nice hot bath. I couldn’t think of a better reason to stay up late.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #doofus rick x reader #j19zeta7 #fanfiction

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yello-boi · 6 years

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Just a little doodle I guess

#evil morty #doofus rick #j19zeta7 #i dont eat shit #im not doofus rick!#eyepatch morty

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airraidvehicle · 1 year

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this guy again. and another guy

(PR*SHIP DNI, please dont tag as ship either)

#rick sanchez #jerry smith #rick and morty #j19z7 #j19zeta7 #doofus rick #rnm #art

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hoodoo12 · 6 years

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Shortcomings, part 3

Surprises. Melancholy. The end. NSFW.

(thanks to all who’ve read this! For ease of finding them, part one is here and part two is here.)

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You wake up the next morning, stretching without opening your eyes. Your arm and leg encounter no one else on the mattress. You open your eyes. No one else in the bedroom. No extra clothes on the floor.

You guessed all Ricks had an innate instinct to get the hell out after they got off, no matter how nice they seemed.

Groaning, you wonder if you can get back to sleep.

Then there’s a noise from another room. Someone’s digging through your stuff. It’s coming from the kitchen, it sounds like—

You freeze and wonder what you should do. You’ve never had an intruder. You’ve never really even thought about what you should do—you deliberately chose an apartment on a higher level, and had multiple locks on your door, all in the name of safety—

Suddenly, there’s the distinct sound of frying. Seconds after that the smell of bacon wafted through the air. Your blender came to life—wait, you own a blender? You scramble out of bed, throw on a robe, and hurry into the kitchen.

Rick is standing at your counter, fully dressed, blending something. Bacon’s sizzling, another skillet is cooking something else, and the toaster popped up.

You’re not quite sure what to think.

Rick turns back to the stove, spatula in hand, and sees you standing there, agog.

“Oh! You’re up!” he grins. “Give me another-another minute or two, and breakfast is served!”

There had never been a Rick who’s cooked you breakfast, even if he spent the entire rest of the night. You take a seat, and Rick plates everything for you and brings it to the table.

“I didn’t know how you l-liked your eggs, so it’s just a, a cheese omelet with herbs,” he tells you, semi-apologetically. “And this is strawberry, cantaloupe, and cucumber aquas fresca! I hope you like it!”

“I didn’t know I had all these ingredients . . .?” you say hesitantly. Your brain feels dull.

“I, well, I-I got them,” he admits with a shy grin. “I got them and brought them back for-for you. Eat up! I’ve got a plate here, too—“

He brings his own back to the table and you dig in. It’s delicious.

“And I installed a-a p-p-portal dampener to encompass your apartment. Your r-r-really don’t want random Ricks showing up here, you know?” he continues, like what he’s saying is common sense. Which it completely is, now that you think about it. “But-but . . . I, uh. I put a remote on it, so it’s easy-so you can control when it’s on or off. So if you do want to bring somebody home . . .”

He lets that insinuation drift off, but doesn’t seem judgmental about it.

“ . . . I hope that’s-that’s okay?” he finishes quietly. He seems unnerved by your silence.

“No. I mean, yes! Yes it’s okay!” you exclaim. “It’s more than okay! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he says, sincerely.

You continue to eat and drink; that fruit drink is amazing, and you tell him so. You also tell him that you’ve never had a Rick be so thoughtful as to think about your safety—

Embarrassment makes bright red spots high on his cheeks and he hushes you.

“That d-doesn’t, that d-doesn’t surprise me,” he replies, in a voice more resigned than not. “You’re a n-nice person. And you need to-to be safe. I wouldn’t want any-anything to happen to you . . .”

You put your hand on his, and tell him again how thankful you are, and that he’s a nice person too.

Rick licks his lips at the praise. Then, tentatively, he asks if he can take you back to bed, to make up for how poorly he did last night? If not, he understood, it was completely up to you and he could see how you wouldn’t want to hold out hopes only to be disappointed again, because he knew he wasn’t the greatest Rick in any case but when it came to being physical with a woman he was probably the absolute worst—

You don’t let him continue his critical self-assessment. You squeeze his hand and haul him up from the table, and pull him back to your bed.

He’s still a tiny bit hesitant. At first. You don’t know if it’s because he feels like he can last longer since he came so quickly before, or if it was because you truly enjoyed his cooking, or if it’s because you didn’t further humiliate him by being upset or kicking him out. Now he’s still attentive, lavishing kisses and adoration on you, giving you those deep, breath-stealing kisses, tickling your neck, pinching with just the right amount of pressure to bring your nipples to attention and finally slipping his hand between your legs—

You gasp at the feather-light touches he strokes you with. It occurs to you later, when your mind isn’t overwhelmed by bliss, that he was learning—quickly learning—what you liked best.

Rick’s fingers explored you, made you cry out, and brought you to the edge of orgasm. Then he backed you away from it, and put his mouth on your pussy to demonstrate what he’d gleaned from your moans and bodily movements.

Your climax was long and drawn-out, because he teased you into another one with his tongue when you started coming down from the first.

Then, smiling all the while, he made love to you in unhurried care. His strokes were smooth, not the choppy desperation you’d come to expect from most Ricks. He stayed deep inside you for excruciatingly long moments, making an ache inside you for more, before pulling out again.

He moaned too, and bit his lip, but the determination on his face to have you orgasm again was evident. You let yourself go under his attentions, and shuddered through a third, crying out his name and grasping at him as you did.

Rick panted and didn’t move as you came back to earth again. When you were finally able to focus on him, he smiled.

“What can I—“ you rasp out. Your throat was dry, so you swallow and try again. “What can I do for you? Please, Rick—“

For an answer, he lifts his hips and pulls out of you completely. You gasp at the loss.

“Will you be on top of me?” he asks.

You shuffle out from under him and wait for him to lay back. This is unexpected too; most Ricks prefer to be in charge, so you being on top isn’t common. Truthfully, it doesn’t surprise you that he’s okay with it.

You straddle him, grasp his cock and line him up, then sink fully onto him. Rick hisses a moan as you do; you laugh a little at the pleasure that zips through your core again.

He’s been gentle, but you can’t help but thrust hard against him, rocking your pelvis in a pace that was much snappier than his. He doesn’t complain. He throws his head back and arches under you, crying out at the heavy sensations you milk from him.

Even through all that, he licks a thumb and slips it between the two of you, putting heavy pressure on your clit.

The immediate pleasure from it disrupts your rhythm and you push down into it. The combination of it plus seated on his cock you makes you come again, crying out wordlessly.

That seemed to be enough for him too. Rick clutches your thigh with his free hand and his hips make the same jolt as they did the night before, and he comes too, ejaculating deep inside you.

You’re both spent. Sweating and shaky, you peel yourself off him and ease back onto the bed.

“Th-that was . . . better,” he says, panting.

“That was amazing,” you correct.

He chuckles, and blushes.

You’d want him to stay, but he tells you he has to leave before you can even voice your desire. Before he goes, he shows you how the remote for the portal dampener works. It’s small enough to fit on a keyring, and looks like a car fob, so it shouldn’t raise any suspicions or look like something anyone would want to steal.

Finally, Rick notices the time. He laments he can’t clean the kitchen, but his portal gun is on an automatic timer to return to the Citadel. If he’s not there, it’ll be trouble.

You thank him again and again, and tell him he’s welcome back to the Bar—or here, at your apartment—anytime. With true sincerity, you tell him he’s the nicest Rick you’ve ever met.

He lights up at that. He tells you you’re a good person too, that he will never forget the time he spent with you, and that maybe he’ll take you up on that offer sometime. He also tells you to be safe, and then he really has to go.

You watch him raise a portal in your bedroom wall.

“Make s-sure to, to turn on the dampener after I leave!” he lectures.

You promise you will.

Rick smiles at you again, then steps through and disappears.

Sitting on your bed, feeling happy but melancholic at the same time —because you’d learned that when Ricks said “maybe they’ll take you up on the offer” they didn’t mean it—you do as he asked and press the button to protect yourself.

fin.

#the bar at the end of the universe #j19zeta7 #fan fic #fanfic #doofus rick #doofus rick/reader #the Bar at the End of the Universe series

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