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[taintedkiro]

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If you know me and have stumbled upon my blog. No. No you did not. You do NOT know me at ALL. LOOK AWAY!!!!!

This blog is practically my personal diary atp

But if ur nosey just check #taintedkiro

[whtepony]

what you need ★ rick sanchez

ft. rick c-137 x gn reader

warnings: MDNI! suggestive content - age gap (reader is summer’s college roommate, so early 20s), dubcon kinda, drug usage, perv rick, this is very much a “he’s beekeeping age” situation 😭 not proofread

wc: 551 (spare me. i’m just getting back to writing)

notes: happy 420 to those who celebrate 🍃 i felt compelled to spend my sunday night getting high and writing this :p rnm is The stoner show so like…

“shh, sweetie, t-take it easy,” rick said, laughing. he rubbed your back while you coughed, legs spread wide as he leaned back into the couch. you groaned, passing the lip gloss-stained blunt back to him. “just think of it as space weed, no need to overcomplicate things,” he’d told you before. the buds mostly looked like anything you could find on earth, with the exception of vibrant purple splotches across its surface. the spots almost seemed to glow and even now you swore that you could see little lights underneath the thin paper.

rick took another hit, blowing the smoke into your face and reveling in the way you looked at him. he knew this was a little inappropriate, even for him - you were friends with his granddaughter. what kind of pervert invites college girls to get high together at his age? summer had declined, saying she was going to bed instead. you’d come home with her for spring break, opting to spend the week with your roommate rather than your family. clearly, rick thought, you probably needed someone like him to take care of you. that’s all he was doing, he justified. why would you accept his invitation if that wasn’t what you wanted?

“feel good?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you. you hummed in response, skin tingling where his hand rested against your lower back. it was the first time he’d touched you at all and it felt electric. his fingertips just barely poked underneath the hem of your t-shirt, his skin hot against yours. “told- told you it’d be fine. you were all- all worked up over nothing, huh?” you hummed again, having almost forgot you had any previous objection to smoking something you didn’t even really understand. you took the blunt from his other hand and brought it to your lips, feeling his eyes follow your every move. “c’mere,” rick said, patting his thigh. “can’t hear you all the- all the way over there.”

you hesitated, glancing down at his lap before meeting his eyes again. his stare was predatory, like he’d eat you alive if you even breathed wrong. your body moved like liquid, settling into his lap easily. he took the blunt and inhaled one last time before putting it out on the side table. his free hand rested against your outer thigh, index finger teasing the edge of your shorts. he laughed again, cooing as you squirmed slightly. “what’s wrong?”

“you’re not worried about summer seeing this? or morty?” you said softly, having to make a conscious effort to control your breathing. he pulled you closer to him by your hips, grinning at the little sound you make in protest. “are you?” he replied lazily. “i’d be m-more surprised if summer didn’t know this would happen.” your face flushed at that, embarrassed that your desire for him wasn’t as much of a secret you wanted it to be. who could really blame you, though?

rick toyed with the hem of your shorts, slipping his fingers under them casually and massaging the fat of your thighs. you felt like you were going to die if he didn’t really touch you soon. he licked his lips, looking back up at your face as he spoke. “you g-gonna let me take these off?”

[whtepony]

this is rick btw. in case anyone wanted to know

[blackcatgreengrape]

really love the idea of yandere! rick sanchez who’s set his eyes on you after being dragged along another ‘boring morty adventure’ throughout the local neighborhood.

him stalking you for months. it first started out as a little crush- harmless even.

he’d start to see you on your runs every morning when you’d jog past the conveniently open garage door while rick worked on his latest invention (hours before his usual wake-up time), or he’d make small talk with you in the elevator of the building you both have therapy in, at the same time of course.

before he knew it he was memorizing your schedule to the point where he conveniently and regularly sneaks into your apartment while you’re out to analyze anything new in your place he should research up on.

during all this, you’re either with friends (he hacked your phone so he gets all your notifications on his as well).

or at work (knows where and when you are scheduled to clock in). he’s aware of the relationships you have at your job, your regulars, your favourite co-workers and when they work, your least favourite co-workers, managers and HR you are more likely to talk to versus avoid.

perhaps rather on your biweekly trip to the library to pick up a new book (he’s watched you long enough to know just about how long it takes you to finish one book, and the waiting period before you begin reading another).

every now and then, he allows himself a take home item, a trophy. for holding himself back so many times. everytime he’d smell your perfume lingering in the wind that blew past his open garage door, a tooth marked pencil went missing from your place.

or everytime he’d make you laugh during your small, yet intimate (in his opinion) conversations in the elevator, he’d bunch up a pair of your underwear in his pocket for “safe keeping”.

before he even knew it, he had a box of these trophies. his prized possessions. his gate-way to you.

oftentimes he’d be holed up in his subterranean lair- his body folded against one of his many workbenches, with a hand quickly pumping himself to climax, belt buckle undone and quietly rattling with each vigorous movement of his knuckles. desperately trying to reach that state of peak pleasure, and moaning your name all the while.

he’d never admit it, but if he was feeling more in need of you than usual- he’d take his pick of the litter of your stolen panties and wrap them around his cock before finishing himself off into them. a form of torture maybe, or perhaps a way to feel closer to you. but that’s if he were to ever admit that this practice of his existed (soils his reputation a bit, and his ego).

other times he’d watch you on one of his many hidden cameras for hours. he’d wait til you succumbed to the jaws of night and watch as you undressed yourself into bed, and intensely stare as you reach into your nightstand and pull out a vibrator.

he’d feel himself start to grow and bulge against his pants zipper as he’d watch you pull orgasm after orgasm out of you.

laying both palmy hands on his thighs, he wouldn’t touch himself- but he’d imagine how good he’d fuck you. how louder you’d be moaner; and whats better? you’d be moaning his name in his ear.

he wants to take you away from your troubles, your worries, hell- even the parts of your life you love and enjoy, he doesn’t want you to have any of that if it’s not with him.

he dreams about making room in his basement for you. he’s been laying out the framework to make you the perfect room, based on your individual tastes- one you’d never want to leave from.

he wants you to only think of him, to drown out your scent so you smell of him when he takes your clothes off at the end of his tiresome days. he wants you to taste like him after he pulls out of you.

in exchange, he also wants to smell like you. taste you on his tongue and in-between the gaps in his teeth. he wants to breathe you in when he folds in on himself and takes a whiff of his clothes.

he doesn’t want to exist in a multiverse without you. you’ve give him new found purpose without even knowing it, and if rick’s anything- he wants you to know that he’ll be generous when he takes you.

[august-lee]

Guys the rick sanchez thing is getting bad, might have to start yumeshipping. This is bad. Not because there's anything wrong with yumeshipping, just because I thought it was a weird kid bullet I dodged like homestuck or warrior cats.

Moral of the story is the things that didn't get you before will come back and get you.

I'm deadass, though, I'm like actually obsessed with him.

Seriously.

Like for real.

[soraphicdeactivated]

rick sanchez has always had an eye for pretty things. for useless, pretty things and finding them a use— for finding the galaxy a way to exist alongside him a way only he could deem fit. everything must be in his control, careful and calculated and only beating because he lets it. because he wants it to be.

if the universe isn't actively eating out of the palm of his hand, it shouldn't be eating at all.

that is why you were created. an out— an aversion to something as disgusting as responsibility— a shoulder to drop every useless weight onto. a place for them to sit, a place rick deemed incredibly fit.

robo rick was tired and played out, boring and quite frantically became more of a nuisance than anything else. he needed something believable, something great and interesting but not too riveting that it could spiral out of his obsessive control.

so, there you were. all flesh and no metal, all veins and no wires. produced chemically in a lab the way a clone would be, a mix of dna from whomever rick deemed a worthy specimen.

the day your big, dumb eyes blinked open was the day your life had already began to end.

scrub the dishes, dust the railings, help summer with her homework, pour beth another glass of wine, listen to jerry's constant droning, suffer through rick's countless experiments with nothing but tight lipped obedience.

sentient enough to love, to care, to feel— yet still a robot in the eyes of your creator.

the kids took a liking to you. summer liked to gossip, to braid hair, to use you as a mannequin for whatever new makeup look she wanted to try out. she was sweet, kind enough to be considered a friend but only under the pretence you did whatever she said.

morty started out cautious, uncomfortable and finding you uncanny. but eventually, it was much easier to play stupid video games with someone who had no obligations other than to please him and decidedly let him win each time.

beth was sympathetic only until it came to what benefited her, as was jerry.

rick was.. rick. indifferent, bored in the way he always was, until he got to tinkering with something in a vial abstracted from your veins or pressing warm fingers into the pressure points at your wrists just to twitch into a mad grin at the thump coursing through you— the spark of life beneath that hand crafted ribcage and suddenly you became the most excitement he'd had in years.

the creature and its creator, one in a unanimous goal: please rick and do as he fucking says.

that's why, when he sits you, all pretty and useful, on the edge of his work bench, you don't complain. you say nothing as he spreads your legs to stand between them, the skirt of that pretty little dress you wore— floral and collared, buttoned all the way to the top, one of beth's old dresses in favour of having you walking around exposed the way rick would have been perfectly okay with — riding up to rest higher against your thighs.

you don't flinch. don't even register the way his eyes drop to scan your legs with a slightly impressed look. it's not part of your programming, not something you were taught to be shameful of the way any other young woman would.

he tinkers with something briefly behind your neck, moving your shiny hair over your shoulder as his hot breath flutters against your skin.

you don't talk. he works in silence, you know that.

he huffs momentarily, dropping the yellow screwdriver in his hand with a clatter against the wood beside you. you jump a little this time, ears pricking up and eyes scanning him like you're waiting for any sign of discomfort.

"jesus, i- i- i can't fucking focus with you starin' at me like that."

"like what, rick?" you frown. "i always look at you while you are replacing my chip."

"'m not replacing your fuck- your fucking chip." he grumbles, exasperated.

"then, what are you doing?" your dumb little brows furrow and he fights the urge to grab you by your throat and pin your cheek to the bench.

"doesn't matter what the fuck i'm doing." he grunts.

"would you like me to look away?" you suggest, already starting to dismount the bench as you ready yourself to stand side on so that you're facing the garage door, but he stops you with two large hands gripping your meaty thighs.

"no- fuck. just- just stay where you- don't fucking move."

your eyes widen, but you do as says, planting your ass back against the bench. his hands are warm and prickly against your skin, but you try not to question it. he studies you for a moment, that familiar disinterested expression swapped out for something vaguely intrigued as he carefully runs his knuckles along your inner thigh.

your breath hitches and you fight to close your legs for a reason you're unaware of, feeling almost guilty when he pries them back open with a disapproving glare.

his other hand trails up your hip, resting in the dip of your waist and squeezing experimentally, judging the way you bite down on the fat of your lower lip to stifle another pathetic noise.

the knuckles grazing your thigh are swapped for nimble fingers that stretch further into the cavern of your skirt until they disappear beneath the fabric, eventually reaching the wet spot of your panties and you gasp.

"is this another test, rick?" you ask, quietly.

he shakes his head, "no, doll."

"then, is it an examination? you examined me only a few weeks ago and everything came back as expected." your voice is surprisingly even despite the pads of his fingers placing pressure against your throbbing cunt and he almost applauds you for it.

"think of it as like helping summer with her homework. you're helping me out, and- and helping research at the same- same time."

your brows furrow impossibly further and your lips turn down into that pretty little pout, desperately wanting to understand something your dumb little mind can't comprehend. he thinks you're so fucking cute.

"you gonna help- help me out, doll face?"

you nod faster than he's ever seen you, eyes sparkling with desperate obedience. you want to help him so badly.

he nods, "alright, on your- on your knees, baby."

[ricksanchezcupcake]

ik it’s been said time and time again but i love the idea of rick sanchez being obsessed with normie reader

and like he acts like hes so normal about her knowing he tracks her every move and portals to her house while shes asleep to snoop around more closely into her stuff

is this ooc who cares its my fantasy

[blackcatgreengrape]

threesome with them

[taintedkiro]

Rick-c137 - rough dom & memory rick - softdom

[blackcatgreengrape]

threesome with them

[ricksanchezcupcake]

hes so cute i can fix him

[slaythyego]

As a Rick thirst trap enthusiast, I HAD TO.

I'm a heavy selfship fan, like if you had a clone of yourself, would you not try?? Not even once???? That is such an easy YES for me omg LETS GOO!!

:------------------99999999999999

[inky-turtle]

RICK SANCHEZ X READER

"Morning After."

Synopsis: Rick wakes to find you asleep beside him after the night before. Afraid to ruin the moment, he quietly watches you as you unconsciously curl closer, revealing a softer side he'd never admit to.

Contains: Super fluffy, implied sex

Rick woke slowly.

For once, there wasn't the blaring alarm of an alien invasion or the sting of a hangover dragging him into consciousness.

Just warmth.

He cracked one eye open.

"...Huh."

You were asleep beside him.

His brain took a second to catch up, replaying fragmented memories of laughter, empty bottles scattered across the garage, the two of you stumbling upstairs...

Then nothing.

His gaze drifted to the tangled sheets barely covering either of you.

"...Right."

A faint, almost disbelieving smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't move.

Didn't dare.

If he shifted even an inch, he might wake you. Worse, he might discover this was some absurdly convincing dream cooked up by his subconscious.

So he stayed perfectly still, watching the slow rise and fall of your breathing.

"..."

You let out a sleepy sigh and turned toward him, still completely asleep. Your forehead settled against his shoulder as if it belonged there.

Rick's heart gave an annoying little squeeze.

"Seriously...?" he whispered to himself.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted time to stop.

Carefully—more carefully than he'd handled unstable antimatter—he reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face.

His fingers lingered for a moment, absentmindedly combing through the ends.

"So soft..."

You made a tiny, contented noise in your sleep, leaning ever so slightly into the touch.

Rick chuckled under his breath.

"There it is..."

The universe's smartest man, frozen in place because he didn't want to ruin a quiet morning.

He shook his head at the irony.

"If Morty ever found out about this..." he muttered. "Never gonna hear the end of it."

You shifted again, your hand lazily finding his chest without waking.

Rick looked down at it.

"...Yeah."

His smile grew just a fraction.

"Guess five more minutes won't kill me."

For once, he ignored the buzzing of his portal watch on the nightstand.

The multiverse could wait.

[phantomknight25]

It Was Your Idea Babe, No Really You Came Up With It.

Morty- "Y/N, why does Rick always take you to fun places?"

Y/n- Oh, that's because I use subliminal messages.

Morty- What do you mean you use subliminal messages? There's no way that works on Rick.

Y/n- Of course it does Morty, how else do you think I got him to take me to Choco Fun Land.

Y/n- What you think I asked nicely? Rick needs to think he came up with the idea, if he doesn't then no matter how much fun he's having ,he's going to act miserable just out of spite.

Morty- So how do you do it exactly? I mean I've never seen you bring up these places or like leave out brochures.

Y/n- No no, that's to upfront. You have to be really subtle with Rick.

Morty- OK so how do you do it? I want to learn so I don't have to be dragged around to all those awful place.

Y/n- OK, well first off you have to be ready to spend months doing it.

Morty- Months!

Y/n- Yeah months, if you act to eager about a place then he's gonna pick up on it and you can kiss whatever fun adventures goodbye.

Morty- uuuuuuhhhh fine so months of work.

Y/n- So first thing your gonna do is scroll around on your phone for awhile and half heartedly mention whatever place you want.

Then you don't bring it up for a week or two, unless a commercial or something about the place pops up organically.

If that happens just say something like "Oh that was the place I was telling you about."

After that two weeks bring up something that you find interesting about the place.

Just do that for awhile and look up stuff about it on his computer or cell so he gets ads.

Morty- OK so act casual, wait awhile in-between bringing it up, and leave a digital trail so he gets advertisements.

Y/n- Yup that's pretty much it. Eventually he'll start to bring it up so you won't have to work so hard on being subtle.

Mort- Wow thanks Y/n, I can't wait to start tricking Rick into taking me places.

Rick- Y/N!

Y/n- Why are you yelling I'm right here.

Rick- DID -Uuuurp- YOU TELL MORTY TO SUBLIMINALLY MESSAGE ME!

Y/n- No, why would I tell him to do that? that is such an awful thing to do to someone.

Rick- He said that yo-uurp-u do it to get what you want so he should do it to.

Y/n- Rick you know I'm not OK with manipulation and subliminal messages is a form of manipulation.

Rick- Yeah your right he probably picked it up from Jerry.

Y/n- He definitely did.

Y/n- Anyway on a completely different note, did you know that the Ezon network had a massive botanical garden?

[naitorii]

I love thinking about how this actually unfolded

[blackcatgreengrape]

rick sanchez making up with you after a fight when he’s shit-faced and missing you.

“c’mon baby, y’know i didn’t mean itttt” he drawls out his words and mumbles them into your ear, whispering so you know its only meant for you.

“y’so sweet… ‘know i don’t deserve you.. sweet- sweetest girl in t-the entire galaxy” he groans, coaxing his head into the crook of your neck.

leaving soft, slow kisses up and down your skin- unlike his rough, sobered up, messy kisses that he gives to you usually. ‘take it’ he would you tell you through tongue and mouth.

he gets drunk every-time you argue. part of it being so he can apologize to you and then blame it on the alcohol the next day- with his dignity still intact. (it never was in the first place)

he wraps his lanky arms around your waist, his inebriated body heat oozing out of him and coursing into you.

“t-tell me im a horrible person, a shitty fuck-buddy, o-or partner, w-whoever the fuck we are to each other. jus’ please don’t- don’t leave. b-be mad, jus’ p-please don’t leave.” he would coo into the soft of your neck. teasing and biting down your weak spots to emphasize his point.

you shake your head, yet you extend your head back to give him easier access.

he’d smirk and bite harder, kiss longer.

“y’know you’re my girl- y’know that..?” he continues, spilling his guts into the swell of your collarbone.

“i know” you acknowledge. soft and calculated. too many times has this happened, you roll your eyes and let him talk, and flirt, and kiss, and moan, and fuck, and grind into you til he wrings himself out.

yet, you wait for the next time you both buttheads- which is often. you wait, and you comfort him, and you come back to him each time.

as much as neither of you will admit it (sober), this is a cycle that you’re willing to endure.

[whtepony]

Lowkey what if Rickbot was being all romantic and fucking reader in place of Rick and he just happens to walk in?

like you mean it. ✮ rick sanchez

ft. rick c-137 x fem reader, rickbot x fem reader

warnings: nsfw under the cut so 18+, rick being mean to you and rickbot lol, implied cucking, maybe slightly ooc rick, not proofread

notes: I READ A FIC LIKE THIS ONCE!!!! i cannot find it for the life of me but if anyone knows where it is PLEASE lmk. it was great. this turned out kinda bad but i hope u enjoy!!

“you always look so good like this, so- so pretty, why don’t i tell you that more often?” rick mumbled against your skin, sounding almost like he was cursing himself for his behavior. “always so- always so good to me, should give you my attention like this every- every day, huh?” he said with a smile, kissing the soft skin of your shaky thigh. “so good- taste even better, though.”

you laughed, panting from your all-too-recent second orgasm. rick had almost begged you to let him settle between your thighs after you’d had a particularly long day - a more than welcome gesture, one which would’ve seemed out of place only a couple months ago. it’s not that rick wasn’t a giver when you had sex, not by any means, he just usually wasn’t one to make the effort to help you relax. and you’d gotten used to that.

he’d changed recently, and it was almost too good to be real. the first few days, you were unsettled by his sudden niceness. of course, he tended to be slightly nicer to you than to the others around him, but you knew rick better than most others anyway, and it was unusual for him to be so selfless. he seemed to be more genuine when he spoke. he cut back on his ‘errands’, opting to spend more time at home. he went three full days without sending a single jab at jerry, and that alone made you think he’d lost it. morty thought the same, side-eyeing his grandpa when he said something or another that usually would be followed by a punchline. but slowly, you all started to get more comfortable with the ‘new’ rick, even if you wondered where he came from.

rick’s long fingers trailed up your sides, his cold fingertips snapping you out of your thoughts. “y-you okay, sweetie?” he asked, positioning himself above you. you nodded with a smile, trying to even out your breathing. “mhm, i’m great, actually.” he grinned back, leaning down to kiss you when the hatch in the garage floor slammed open. you all but jumped out of your skin, scrambling to cover yourself under the assumption summer or morty had walked in on you.

“you’ve been fucking her? did- did you forget i can see what the fuck you’re doing whenever i want to?”

you sat up slowly on the little couch that’d been recently moved into the garage, covering your body with rick’s discarded lab coat. you looked between the rick next to you and the rick climbing out of the floor, trying to piece together the situation. “you dumb fucking robot, you had one job-“

“hey, my job was to be a better you!” the rick next to you said defensively, starting to put an arm around you. you swatted it away, scooting away from him as you realized what had happened. “are you fucking kidding, rick? how long has- where have you been?” you asked incredulously, shooting a glare at the more disheveled version of your boyfriend. he all but ignored you, coming closer to the- rickbot?- as he continued to berate it.

“are you kidding? you think that- that because you’re up here and i’m not, you can get away with touching her like that?” rick laughed in disbelief, leaning over rickbot. any other time, you’d be proud of the way he was trying to defend you, and honestly more than a little turned on. rickbot stared up at his maker, opening his mouth to argue back when you interjected. “you can’t even be mad, rick, at least he fucks me like he means it!”

rick stopped, scoffing as he turned to you. “well, you’ve never complained before, huh? y-you never have any criticism when i make you cum so hard you cry, do you?” you shut your mouth, uncertain how to respond. his words embarrassed you, even more so knowing they were true- rick never gave you any reason to complain. you just wanted to hurt him back. “you got some more smart shit you wanna throw at me? go right- go right ahead, we’re all fucking waiting.” you couldn’t respond, tears starting to prick at your eyes. it was all too much. rickbot reached over to rub your bare shoulder, a pained look on his face as the sight of your reaction. rick slapped his hand away, glaring at him as he pushed rickbot to the ground next to the couch and settled in his spot. rick pulled you closer to him by your ankles, exposing you to him as your back fell against the couch cushions.

“h-hey!” you cried out, glancing down at rickbot before you looked back up at rick. “you- you can’t treat him that way!” you protested, despite the way your skin burned with desire where rick’s hands gripped you. his grip was almost bruising and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was jealous, and it was bad. you might’ve fucked up. “oh, can’t i, though? c-come on, baby-“ he purred, pushing your legs up further as he leaned between them.

“let him watch while i fuck you like i mean it.”

[zzzeldazone]

GOODY TWO SHOES | Rick Sanchez x Reader | smut | dubious consent | cis girl reader

A/N: You’re Rick’s college aged, seemingly innocent assistant and you accidentally get hit with a sex pollen seed while on an adventure with him. He is TRYING to be a better guy but you test him

I posted this on Ao3 forever ago and never posted it here so. gift.

You’re not sure how it happened. You were knocked out upon impact of the spore pod and woken up by rick jostling your shoulder, and some grumble about being home.

You didn’t know exactly what you said or where you were because all you could focus on was how hard your nipples were, it took so much of your attention that you looked down and could see them poking through your bra and shirt. “Oh god,” you groaned, opening the door feeling drunk.

You’d been Rick’s assistant for about a year now, at first you were morty’s tutor and baby sitter, but after being dragged into his sci fi nonsense on more than one occasion, you—persistently—convinced him to let you be his assistant. You were in college, with a great science program and coincidentally, you wanted to be a scientist too. You figured that real life application would be a good learning exercise or at least maybe it could look good on a resume.

But this time you’d been climbing a tree when coconut sized pods smacked you in the head, knocking you out cold before rick could catch you (at least you told yourself that was why he hadn’t caught you.)

As you felt throbbing in your core and a pink haze come over your vision, You started putting the pieces together that those were some type of sex pollen/spore like plant. You wanted to study the plant and the effect it was having on you, but the only thing you could focus on was how wetness had poured through your panties and down your leg. You stifled a gasp, turning to look at rick who was ignoring you, already walking to his desk to resume fidgeting with a gadget.

Before he noticed, you rushed to jerry’s man cave. Luckily, the year you spent baby sitting had gotten you familiar with the smith residence.

You whimpered your way to the love seat, quickly laying down and slipping your hand under your shirt and bra to attack your nipples. Using your other hand to move your soaked panties to the side and plunge two fingers deep inside.

You cry out from the sudden release, it’s amazing and too much and not enough. Every touch is ecstasy and yet the aching feeling of lack is making you feel insane. “Pl-please-“ you don’t know who or what you’re asking for but you can’t stop thinking about Rick. You’ve had a crush on him since you met, and worse you’ve had a deep intellectual respect for him. You shouldn’t be doing something so inappropriate in his house while he’s there. Surely he knows what seed hit you, and what affect its having, maybe he’d be able to help?

You can’t help the thoughts that rush into your head at the idea of him helping you with your little problem…

You bite your lip hard and moan thinking about him fucking the need out of you right now, in the name of “science” or “helping you” The idea of him taking advantage of your state was sending you over the edge. You cover your mouth with your free hand to try and stiffle the little “R-Rick”s and moans whimpering out of you, but you feel out of control. You suddenly reach your release with zero warning, but it isn’t even satisfying. There’s no time between reaching your peak and immediately feeling the painful craving for another. The desperate need hurts, there’s no satisfaction or release it’s just an infinite abyss of being close. “h-help-Rick-“ you cry out for his help.

What you don’t know is that Rick went right to his work bench to make the counter act serum for the pollen, and went looking for you in the house to give it to you. He followed the moans and to his shock, his name. His movement stuttered. it was so quiet he was sure he imagined it, you’re a good girl there’s no way he’s about to catch you fucking yourself while thinking about him in his son in law’s home office.

But he stands and stares through the crack in the door, watching your pretty little fingers squelch around your wet pussy, hand covering your mouth but he can still hear it. “R-rick- oh fuck!” God that pretty voice of yours had him exercising control on a daily basis, everytime you’d go “Rick! what does this mean?” with all the sincere curiosity in the world, running up to him wearing that little skirt. Usually, he wouldn’t bother with a Normal™️ but he warmed up to you. He liked having someone around with the same curiosity for everything that he once did. And it didn’t hurt that you were Eye candy.

He can feel the strain in his pants. Jesus, he knows that feeling must be painful. Rick wants to help you, he really does. From the embarrassment alone, He’s trying to be a better guy but he can’t help but cockily raise an eyebrow, watching such a pretty and smart girl thinking of him while fucking herself.

It’s the pathetic little “rick-! help,” cry that drags him into the room. “alright y/n c’mere, i’ve got your antidote right here, your horny ass will be back to being a goody two shoes in juuuust a second-“ he’s being smug, enjoying this too much. He goes to pull your arm out to inject the serum in but you’re unruly, grabbing at his belt, sitting up and moaning desperately.

“s-stop it, y/n, god-“ He frustratedly tries to restrain you while keeping you from pulling his clothes off but you grab his hard dick and whine. He looks at you, with your big teary eyes practically begging and he is glad he’s not as bad as people thinks he is because he wants so badly to give you what you want. To shove his dick past those pouty lips and fuck that throat.

You interrupt his fantasy by dragging him onto the couch and straddling him, which makes him drop and break the serum. “fuck-dammit y/n now i have to make another one-i-i-i don’t even know if i have enough glipfrobvian saliva to make more-!” he’s silenced by you kissing his neck, he pushes you away half-heartedly. “y/n…” he protests in your ear. “Rick… rick…rick,” you moan through kisses like a mantra, like his name is a spell that’ll save you, it makes him chuckle. “g-god you’re-you’re killing me,” he grunts as you grind against his bulge, earning a morally conflicted moan from him.

Rick weakly pushes your hips off him but all it does is grind you harder into him, the sensation drives you crazy. You whimper and wrap your arms around him, now dedicated to dry humping him in a frenzy, You’re so wet it’s soaking his pants. “fuck!” you cry, embarrassed. “m-make it stop,”

“i tried! you broke m-my shit!” He gestures towards the shattered vial and needle on the ground and you cry in frustration, now unbuttoning his pants. “make it stop,” you say again, looking towards his crotch, and he realizes what you mean. Rick feels horrible for you, how embarrassed and miserable you must feel, but it’s starting to feel like this is out of his hands now.

You yoink his pants down and your mouth practically waters at the sight of his huge dick. Even in your state you shoot him a mischievous glance, biting your lip. “Hard.” Is all you can say, though. He gives a weak laugh and looks away, brushing his hair out of his face “well-doll-i-it’s not my fault, with you grinding against me like a dog-like a dog i-in heat-“ He’s cut off by you licking the pre off his tip eagerly. The taste makes you moan, vibrating on his cock, causing him to buck up involuntarily into you. You think he mutters a sorry, running his hands through your hair, still trying to deescalate this. But you’re distracted by how your entire body reacts to his touch. You feel every hair on end, your skin feels like it purrs and rushes to anywhere he touches.

The feeling of his dick filling your throat, the way his breathing hitches, the little involuntary bucks up into your mouth, the way he throws his head back, it’s too much.

You can’t take it anymore, You waste no time sitting up and sliding him between your wet folds, practically sobbing at the contact. Rick shoots you a look of surprise, the last of his worries leaving him slowly as he bottoms out in you. You both moan out in unison feeling him hit your womb. “f-fuck, sweetheart-shit-“ his head rolls back. You whimper, he’s fucking huge. Like scary big. Like it kind of hurts big, but your body moves on its own, riding him. He rocks up into you and lifts you up and down by your hips, seemingly by muscle memory.

You look down to watch, something you’d never do normally, it would be too embarrassing. You bite your lip and chuckle, seeing his truly massive dick go in and out of you, you lean forward to kiss his neck and whisper “be honest, ya cybernetic enhanced your dick to be bigger didn’t you?” you can hear your voice hot and frenzied, you barely even sound like yourself. He laughs at this.

“pfft, that’s all me babe,” he scoffs, spanking you with one hand and using the other to fuck up into you hard as punishment. You Moan and your head falls back from the pleasure, feeling him hit your walls just right.

Rick takes your shirt off and starts sucking on a nipple, jolting cold electricity through your body. “r-rick, i’ve- cum- to the thought of y-ou- so many times-“ you admit through cock drunk stupor, riding him like your life depends on it, desperately chasing your high. He looks up at you, sweat forming in his hair line, shocked by your admission. “Shit, baby, did you mess with those seeds on purpose?” he asks using the opportunity to flip you down so that he’s on top of you.

You whine and claw down towards him at the removal of him from inside you. “P-Plea-“ is all you get out before he kisses you. “Ask-b-beg for my help again, Princess-“ He smirks, lips grazing yours, heavy eyes lidded. “Please!” you whine. He smirks and tsks. “You can do better than that, c-come on, y/n-“ he starts rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds and you can feel your pussy throb around him.

“h-help me, rick, please-fuck me stupid,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laughs excitedly, giving you exactly what you asked for. He pushes inside of you and jack hammers JUST right. It’s insane, he manages to stay at the exact same rhythm and pace, pushing you to your peak quickly. You start to wonder, Did he cybernetic the ability to like… cruise control during sex? can he also turn up the speed like how you can in a car? jesus he’s like one of those dildo machines.

You hug him tightly, tears start to water your lashes as you reach your second orgasm, he feels like such a protective force in this position. It feels so good to be hugged tightly as he fucks you through your orgasm, giving you exactly what you begged for in your time of need. “T-thank you-Rick- th-“ you whimper as you finish, this time it’s powerful, making you claw his back.

It feels good, it’s more satisfying than before but it doesn’t stop the ache. You look at him, scared. Still fucking you he pants “it won’t stop until i cum in you-“ he waits for you to absorb this new information, but you only moan and hug him tighter. “Jesus christ you’re like m-my heroin-“ he smirks, fucking faster now, chasing his own orgasm this time.

You thrust up into him, desperate and hungry for his cum. “Please-Please-“ you’re salivating “cum in me-rick-i wan’it-“

as if on command his hips stutter as he fills you up, your walls fluttering around him. He’s right, as soon as he finishes you can feel the haze start to fade. Your breathing slowly goes back to normal as he lays next to you. You blink into regular consciousness up at the ceiling. You’re nervous, but you bravely steal a glance at Rick who is studying you. He looks curious, mixed with that usual disinterested stare. But there’s a hint of guilt there. “I need to go get some plan B, i guess-“ you try to lighten the mood, reaching for your shirt at the other end of the loveseat.

“I’ll-uurrp-make you a more effective contraceptive,” he starts to fiddle with some vials in his coat pockets. There’s a thick silence and you start to get the pollen equivalent of hang-ziety.

“Was that true? about you thinking about me?” he asks, keeping his eyes on the new serum he was making.

For a second you consider lying, blaming it on the pollen. But instead you groan and put your head in your hands. “Yeah,” you admit, defeated.

Rick fails to hide a self satisfied eyebrow raise and smirk before handing you the new vial. You throw it back like it’s a shot before standing up, putting your hands on your hips. “Well i guess we’ll go back to normal now, act like nothing happened. Full reset!” you half joke, throwing finger guns his way.

He’s reclothed himself and stood up too. “Yeah something tells me that’s not gonna happen.” Rick takes a swig from his flask and smacking your ass before leaving the room.