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@c-137sanchezbaby
Shout out to writers who can’t do plots, who write about feelings and moments in time instead. I love reading those fics, and I love writing those fics. Keep on peering into the depths of characters’ hearts and souls in the little moments. You’re exploring the places where canon often fears to tread.
when u dont like ur art take a deep breath and remember u created it from nothing, like a god
Needed to reblog this
Jerry hitting the feels 🥺
like or reblog if you still have plushies/stuffed animals. im autistic and need validation
Rick shows us a valuable life hack on how to deal with robots in the event that they turn on us.
I had it lying around in my pc for a while so I colored and decided to post.
They are such a mess.
This is awesome 🤟🏼🖤
Rescue
HEY HO WHATS THIS
memory rick is wearing the traditional flesh curtains look for one quick shot during the escape before returning to what he’s been wearing for the rest of the episode. maybe the original plan was to use this outfit, then it changed and that’s the version that was used, but this brief glance still exists in there
Damage (1992)
Yes 😏😝
YALL CAN NOT SAY SHIT ABOUT THIS EPISODE!!???!? IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND IT PROVIDED SOME BACKSTORIES FOR RICK. STOP. IDGAF
Actually loved this ep so so much, might even be a fave 🙏🏼🥰
Why did this give me total Jerry vibes 🥺😂🥰
Do you still take writing asks? Cuz i‘m a self-shipper too and would love to hear your headcanons about what a relationship with Rick is like 🥺
Yes yes! We do! always open for them (as long as nothing major is going on!) glad to see another self shipper in the community 🥺 [thank you for not being a disgusting rickorty shipper,,,]
As for the headcanons, hope these are okay! don’t know your pronouns since you used anon ask so using “you”, “they/them” and “s/o” as default! Hope that’s okay too :> ;
- Rick would definitely take his s/o to somewhere extravagant. Space is cool and all but he’d take his s/o to the end of the universe just to see them happy
- Anybody messes with you, whether on a date or not, Rick can and will make whoever hurt you pay.
- The smartest man in the universe still needs love sometimes ,as much as he would probably hate to admit it. (Cause we all know how he is)
- Is your birthday soon? Or a holiday/anniversary coming up ? 😏 you best believe whatever’s going on there will be a something extravagant planned for you / you and him
- he acts tough when around others because he wants to protect you, but when it’s just you and him (or sometimes, rarely, you + him with the rest of the family) he’s such a sweetheart; making your warm enough, or cool enough, you need water? He’s on it. Cuddles? Hell yeah. Kisses? Why didn’t you say so sooner? He’ll make sure your happy, and ofc he knows you’d do the same for him :>
- Making sure one is okay mentally is important, and he’ll be there for you no matter what, he’ll be there, especially if you need to cry it out
- Nights are always special, because even if it was a good day, it’s always nice to have time for just you two ; the bed might look like it could only hold one person but you guys make it work 😏😉
- Your his everything, his world, but he’s not the best at coming up with Nicknames xD you might have your own nickname or two for him or just use the same ol “baby” “babe” “sweetie” etc! But if he even comes up with a nickname for you, you’d cherish it
Sorry these are a bit short! Havent written HC’s in awhile but Hoping to get back into writing more soon!
hope you like it regardless! Didnt do any NSFW headcanons but if you or anybody else would like that , could write those too!
This is super cute 🥺🥺
just a reminder if you ship rickmorty (Rick x Morty) to get off my page.
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your not welcomed here. you might be the sweetest person in the world but if you ship stuff like that DO NOT INTERACT. You will get blocked. I’m sick of people like that trying to interact.
Idk if you seem to get it but THAT IS A TRIGGER SHIP FOR ME. It makes me uncomfortable to the point where I feel physically sick if I have to see shit like that.
And even if it wasn’t triggering, it’s still fycking gross. HES(morty) FOURTEEN AND THATS HIS GRANDPA ??? EVEN IF U AGE HIM UP THATS STILL FAMILY??? 😒
plus in the fact that im a self shipper with Rick. Yeah okay whatever some people might find it weird or gross but at least I’m an adult :)
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TL DR ; if you ship RickMorty go away or get blocked. im genuinely sick of it. take a hint.
Literally. I can’t stand it and I’m pretty weird. Stay away with the incest underage sh*t it’s just damn disgusting.
get you
Part 1
Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
Wordcount: 1.7k
Warnings: Rick Sanchez x F!Reader,smut, unprotected sex, rough Rick, semi-public sex, “car” sex, daddy kink
a/n: I hope you enjoy this chapter! I promise things will make more sense as we continue along, comments and thoughts are always appreciated! Let me know if you’d liked to be tagged in the replies :)
“Rick!”
He stiffens at the loud call of his name across the club. The dorlekian he’s following into the dimly lit room gives him a suspicious glance from the corner of his eye that further annoys Rick.
He was already in a bad mood — something that seemed to become more and more frequent for him, much to the chagrin of those around him — and this was the last thing he needed. Especially in this dimension.
Summer and a couple of friends had snooped around the garage in search of god knows what, and it had led to the breaking of a vial that contained a rare crystal he was using to upgrade the house’s defense system. It was targeting Jerry’s pogonias, not that he could blame it.
So here he was in a shitty downtown club in a different dimension, a different planet and yet someone had managed to recognize him. Maybe he should have expected it. Rick had always hated places like this: loud, dark, and the booze wasn’t that great either. The floor was sticky and made his shoes squeak, which irritated him more than it should have. He didn’t know what was causing his recurring foul moods, but it was almost as if the toxic traits of him had formed an alliance and decided their life’s goal was to bother him.
He wants to ignore it, the syrupy call of his name ringing in his head. His gut tells him not to turn around, to continue with his plans and get the fuck out of there. The sooner he gets the crystal, the sooner he can stuff down his annoyance and agitation with booze and drugs. He had picked some good stuff up from Gear Head, not that he knew that. His curiosity gets the best of him.
There sits you. Dolled up to the nines.
He can’t help the crawl of pleasure that shivers deliciously down his spine at the sight. Your neck is draped delicately with diamonds too expensive for a place like this — a small alarm bell rings somewhere in his head — but he pushes it down in favor of the growing bulge in his pants. His wide eyes return to their usual half-mast as he shoots you a wink before dipping his lanky body behind the back curtain.
You can’t help but pout, Rick was 30 minutes late to your anniversary dinner. A wave of anxiety flushes over you as you continue to stare at the curtain he had disappeared behind just moments before. The place you had picked was a little dingy, but Rick should’ve known it was one of your favorites, and sentimental for the both of you.
Maybe his taste for finer things had upped his expectations. Despite the nostalgia.
You had worn his favorite dress, and the necklace he had given you for your birthday. He had rented out a small room in a beachside resort, and fucked you over the railing with the ocean view behind you. He had claimed the sunset would make the diamonds shine prettier against your skin. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory, it was one of the only times Rick had shown his softer side towards you.
He emerges from the back and you can’t help but perk up at the sudden reentry. You knew better than to interfere with business, it was not lost on you the hushed way Rick usually spoke to his men around you. You had tried to inquire about it once. It had not gone over well and a nasty fight ensued. Rick had taken you to Paris to make up for it though, and it was a little hard to be mad when draped in Channel.
You care more for intimacy, but Rick was not a man to be open and emotional. His love was shown through other ways, and you had to pick betweens all of your needs being fulfilled or Rick. You chose Rick.
“Hey baby,” Rick slides into the booth across from you, his ever permanent smirk on his lips. You smile back with bright eyes, preening at the validation his presence brings. Your excitement, however, falters slightly at his attire. It’s an outfit you’ve never seen him in before: a long white lab coat, teal shirt, and brown pants. It’s a little dorkier than his usual attire, and definitely underdressed for the evening. It was… odd, to say the least. You can’t help but quirk an eyebrow, something that does not go unnoticed by Rick.
“Hola, mi amor,” you drop the thought, slipping your hand into his, bringing it to your mouth to give it a little kiss instead. His eyes widen at the blatant display of affection, a nervous laugh erupts from his throat. You can’t help but narrow your eyes at that, Rick had never been shy about his affections, especially in public.
“C —c’mon sweetie, don’t look at me like that,” Rick tries to keep his cool. Who was this chick? A quick scan of your body leads him right to the not so subtle ring that rests delicately on your left hand. Suddenly a thick lump has appeared in the middle of his throat, one that seems to be connected to the knots in his stomach.
“You were thirty minutes late, on our anniversary!”
Rick momentarily goes rigid at the mention of an anniversary at the end of your sentence. His sleazy grin soon returns, he knows how to play this. A good fuck would surely break him out of his rut, may even lead to an improvement on his mood swings. Not that he would call them that, however, rather his ungrateful daughter who seems to stir the thick pot they stew in.
“At least I didn’t forget, right?” He can’t help but laugh at the incredulous look on your face. He laughs even harder when you snatch your hand away, and pout just as you had a few moments ago.
“I’m serious Rick! You can’t weasel your way out of this one.”
“You —you sure, princess?” He lifts one side of his prominent brow, not so subtly using his fingers to form a V in front of his mouth as he speaks.
You can’t help but flush at the indication, Rick was not a selfish lover by any means, but work had kept him tied up except for the occasional blowjob or quickie.
“I’m not that easy, Rick, you know that.” He can’t help but smile at that, he was going to enjoy this very much.
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“Fuck!”
You can’t help but cry out at the way Rick is mercilessly pounding into you from behind. Your walls are dripping and spasming at the way the rigid lines of his cock catch against your more sensitive spots. The stretch of him burns, toeing the thin line of pleasure and pain, you think you’d be used to it after all this time.
His fist grips your hair forcing you to arch back into his touch, his mouth is nipping and biting any patch of skin it comes into contact with. His other hand grips your waist, and there’s not a doubt in your mind you’ll be bruised in the shape of a handprint tomorrow.
Your eyes roll back into your head as he angles toward something deep inside you, unable to form anything but pathetic mewls somewhat resembling his name. You search blindly for something to grip but there’s nothing much in the back of the ship, another peculiar item in Rick’s tow, but another well placed thrust forces the thought to the back of your head.
“Yeah, you like — you enjoy being my little slut, don’t you?” There’s an air of cockiness in Rick’s tone that seems misplaced, almost a little eager if you didn’t know better. It still makes you clench around his thick cock, a deep groan emits from his throat at the squeeze.
You push back against him feverishly, the snapping of his hips brutal against your soft skin. You can feel how soaked you are and how it drips down between the two of you, the stickiness as filthy as the sounds that emit from when you end and he begins. Rick moves the hand from your waist to pluck at your clit with slender fingers, you cry out in response. The noise only encourages him, however, as he uses his knees to spread you wider — tilting to angle himself even deeper.
“Answer me,” his tone is harsh and demanding with the slightest hint of desperation, you’re too cockdumb to think about it, instead frantically shaking your head trying to form a coherent sentence.
“Y — yes, daddy.”
The groan Rick lets out at your answer is feral. He pounds into your mercilessly, the grip on your hair tightens and you can feel the friction burn from the legs of his pants against your thighs.
You feel yourself fluttering and twitching, shaking from anticipation and exhaustion. He’s been keying you up for what feels like forever, his brutal pace at the cusp of your pleasure. He knows it too, the way he brushes your clit every now and then. Just enough to rile you up.
You can feel yourself drooling on the pleather seat as his fingers find your sensitive spot, the teasing and formalities gone as he matches the brutal pace that pounds into you. Rick is close too, his tell has always been obvious.
“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you? Walking around — strutting around in this tight little dress, tits and ass out for everyone to see. I bet you want them to see. Want everyone to know just what a little slut you are. I bet you got all f — fucking hot and bothered when I finally showed up, thinking about my fat dick pounding this tight little cunt.”
All you could manage to stutter out were garbled cries of explicatives and he continuously rutted harder and deeper just brushing the surface of where you needed him most. The latest stroke administering the final blow toward your release, the knotted pit in your stomach finally coming undone as waves of pleasure wracked your body with a strangled cry. You continued to thrash and buck as Rick fucked you through your orgasm chasing his own.
He came with a stuttered pacing of his hips, the thick ropes of his come filling the little room left within you. You can feel it leaking out around his cock and dripping down your thighs, Rick twitches at the sight of it.
You turn to look at him coily, he gives a gentle smack to your still exposed ass.
“Best —best fucking pussy in the galaxy babe.”
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do you ever want to take a fictional character and hold them and hiss at the world “no you don’t understand this character DON’T TOUCH THEM.”
Rick stimming ♥
His hand thing is so cute🥺💙
