Rick And Morty Fanfic Novels & Stories

His voice dropped the teasing tone instantly, eyes scanning my shoulder like he could will the pain away. “I’m fine,” I muttered, rubbing the spot. “Just… maybe not built for being hauled around like a sack of rice.” From across the hall, Jaxon stepped up, smirk in place but voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Smooth, Rick. Real smooth. What’s next? You gonna drop her down the stairs for fun?” Rick shot him a glare. “It was an accident.” “Uh-huh,” Jaxon drawled, folding his arms. “Step one: kidnap the lady. Step two: concuss her. Step three: explain to Grey why his girl’s walking around with a bruise shaped like your damn doorway.”

It's going to be nice having them home. Rob sighed, "Dad, Ricks fingering my ass, I'm gonna cum in his hot fucking mouth." Not wanting Rick to wait I slid my finger deep up my son's asshole and massaged his prostate as I took all of his hard, young cock into my mouth. He began face-fucking me. I pinched the base of his cock and soon felt his cum trying to get by. Rob held his brother's head to his cock as he unloaded into his mouth. I released Rick's cock and nearly choked on the jet of hot cum that ricocheted off the back of my mouth. Rick was shoving his cock into my mouth as he gave me two more jets of cum and then he just lay back, letting his brother's cock go.

It was the first night he'd taken her out, and they'd spent the night at his place afterwards, sprawled out on his living room floor, lost in the chaotic, nihilistic world of Rick and Morty, while getting high on brownies and wine. He remembered how much she loved that show, and how her face had lit up when something funny happened. How she kept telling him her favourite character and her favourite scenes. How they'd talked about the scenes and what they meant. He remembered all too well how her face had lit up during the "Unity" episode—how they’d debated the tragedy of two people who were perfect for each other but toxic in their timing. It was the episode where Rick had fallen in love wit

The wet sounds were louder now as he finger-fucked me hard, his thumb grinding my clit. “Tell me, sis. Tell me how much you’ve been craving your stepbrother’s cock.” I rocked my hips against his hand, my tits bouncing as I spoke. “I’ve been sleeping naked for you. Leaving my dripping cunt open every night hoping you’d finally push that fat dick inside me instead of just teasing. I cum every time you leave, rubbing my clit thinking about you.” Rick’s breathing was ragged. He leaned down, sucking one of my stiff nipples into his hot mouth while his fingers continued destroying my pussy. The dual pleasure made me cry out, my walls clenching hard around him.

I beg of you! “I've always wanted to do this Dell” Rick says as he touches her face “You should've chosen me instead” Mom spit in his face at those words “Go to hell Rick” He slapped her face at that “If I will, you'll go ahead of me for all those kids you sold and those people you killed. But first, I'm going to bury myself deep inside of you and fuck you like the whore you are. You're going to hell with my seeds buried inside of you” He spread her legs and lift her dress up

"And thanks for letting me kill that son of a bitch. I've been dying to do that." "Sounds familiar," I replied, laughing, as I looked at Annie and she smiled. Then I turned my attention back to Rick. "I hate to break this up, but let's find Zac before Drake finds us," I said, smiling, happy that after all these years, Rick and Annie had finally found each other.

She looked up in shock at Rick, even Jones's eyes were wide with apprehension at what Rick had just done. Rick took a deep breath, waiting for the flash of pain that would come when one hit his mate. But it never came, instead, he felt a huge feeling of satisfaction because he had wanted to do that for a long time. The mate bond was never there. It was fake and he had just been blinded by lust. That infuriated him even more, he leaned down to her and growled, "I told you not to call her an Omega Slave!" "R-rick..." Beth gasped. She rubbed her face, which was starting to turn red and contrast against the purple of her other eye from the slap that Anna had given her previously.

Rick fake coughs and stares at Amy pointedly while directing his eyes to Rachel as if saying "introduce me bitch." "Oh, my bad—" Amy blushed, slightly embarrassed. "Araceli, this is my friend and I guess closest male friend, Rick Walter Something," Amy said. "Something?" Araceli looked up to him confused. "My foster parents were hippies and thought it would be a really good joke I could tell my whole life," Rick answered her question. "Rick, Araceli," Amy continued, pointing at Araceli, they shook hands while Rick kept staring at her weirdly.

Rick and Faith lay tangled and exhausted in her sexy satin sheets. “We need to be careful, or we may wind up getting hurt one day,” he managed, winded. “There are definitely worse ways to go,” Faith replied, still panting a bit. “But if we keep this up, I’ll need to start doing yoga so I’m more flexible.” Seeing the lustful gleam in Rick’s eyes reignite at that comment, she patted his ass. “Down boy.” And they grinned that grin that lovers share afterward.