#miami rick fic

[g0rygutz]

miami rick x gn!reader blurb

i plan on turning this into a full fic at one point or another only trigger warning is miami forcing the reader to take aspirin basically, completely sfw i think also i lied. i have so many blurbs in my google docs. i just need to clean them up. i picked this one because im still upset over miami loosing the ultimate rick smash off have food.

the music died down and the lights dimmed. the usually bright and lively nightclub was shutting down for the morning. you don’t remember falling asleep, but you could feel your brain pulse as you woke up. you brought your hand to your head and groaned, stopping yourself when you felt something wet touch your hand. 

“wh…?”

“good morning, beauty~” a suave, deep, scratchy, just almost familiar voice spoke up next to you. your head rang and your vision spun as you turned to look at who was next to you. you could barely get the image in your head. “mm. That bad, huh? here, hon, take some of these,” you leaned back and your dizziness just increased, “don’t do that, fuck,”

your head was grabbed. your mouth was forced open. you were force fed a pill and water.

“what the FUCK did you give me?!” 

“it’s an aspirin, sweetheart. i’ve seen your credit history, it’s the same amount you take.” he shrugged and grabbed a cigar from his dark, wooden bed stand, lighting it with a lighter he must have grabbed earlier. it was shiny and metallic, having a soft glare from the dim, red led lights above. he offered it your way and you just looked at him in… uncertainty. when he noticed, he tilted his head back and puffed out the smoke from it. “was i right? did it help?”

you didn’t find it as funny as he did. but, you must admit- it did. you crossed your arms to his grinning.

“how did it work so fast?”

“i have access to shit you can’t even imagine,” he set his lighter on his stand and sat up, facing his back towards you. you looked at him, gazed at the marks across his back- some from what must have been your hands last night, but a surprising amount of… long past scars, “checking me out?”

you blushed in embarrassment but he just pulled a shirt over his head, tugging it on.

“you wanna know about some of ‘em?” he grinned, falling back to have his head in your lap. instinctively, you brought your hand to pet and played with his hair which you could feel made him relax with a low, drawn out exhale. his face softened and his details were complimented with that dark, red lighting. men were handsome, he was handsome- but his face was beautiful. his masculine features were complimented exquisitely with more effeminate ones. his longer eyelashes were complimented with soft eye shape. his sharp jawline was complimented with soft cheek bones. you were caught staring, but he didn't seem to mind as he waited for an answer, which you very quickly nodded a yes to. "well, i guess i can tell a few- pick your favorite for me?" you obliged, doing so by lifting his shirt a bit to trace around the one that had sparked your interest.

"fuck, you wanna know my guts, huh?"

"you," you paused for a few seconds, adjusting to lay him back down, "don't have to answer for that one-" you were cut off by him pulling you down for a kiss.

"shut up," he responded after, in a playful, flirtatious tone, "i'm a big boy, i can answer."

"you're an asshole."

[dykemcqueen]

flirting with yourself

[depriviolent]

if no one got me i know the ppl who can stand rick sanchez AND him being trans AND him being horny enough to read my stupidly long fics got me

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐥' 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

miami rick x reader

✧ request: Could you please do a fic where Miami Rick is kissing Y/N’s cervix and when she tries to push him away he says “move your fucking hand” ? @lavender-bong-water hope you like it, pookie! ✧ tags: vaginal fingering, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, cervix kissing, choking, raw, cream pie, miami loves your thighs, f!reader, ofc again not beta read lol, miami being a cutie at the end, daddy kink ✧ wc: 3.1k

Miami Rick was not only a devilish troublemaker, he was a businessman. He owned multiple bars, clubs and hotels all around the galaxies, universes and realities. Even the citadel allowed him to open a club on its ground. What made it really special however was none other than you.

Back in his original universe he got to know you on miami beach, working at a bar and mixing drinks. Of course Miami was not only captivated by your figure in that snug tight bikini, the way your tits almost bounced out everytime you bent over the counter, you mixed some pretty good drinks as well. It didn’t take long for him to pursue you to work for him instead – he promised you a high pay and fun, something you would never encounter in your recent job. Curiosity bagged the cat and Miami took you to his club at the citadel.

Granted it was hard to get you some kind of working visa but thankfully the other Ricks were just as mesmerized by your body and the sweet alcoholics you ended up serving. Working there was, indeed, fun. You were a hit, Ricks loved seeing a pretty woman serve them and Miami loved making money.

And now, one year later, Miami sat at the bar of the club, toothpick between his teeth, as he stared at his pretty little barkeeper.

In the heart of the citadel's nightlife scene lies the most renowned club, pulsating with energy and allure. Amidst the thumping beats and swirling lights, there's a focal point of magnetism, embodied in the form of the barkeeper, a woman whose allure transcends mere beauty.

You moved behind the bar with an effortless grace, your every motion a symphony of confidence and allure. Your attire, a tantalizing blend of sophistication and allure, hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination to fuel the fantasies of the patrons who flock around you.

Ricks of all sorts of versions gravitate towards you like moths to a flame, their eyes fixated on her every move. Some attempt casual conversation, hoping to capture even a moment of your attention, while others simply gaze from afar, spellbound by your presence. But you navigated the attention with a practiced ease, acknowledging each admirer with a captivating smile that hints at untold secrets.

Behind your intoxicating facade lies a woman of depth and intelligence, your sharp wit matching your physical allure. You listened to the stories and desires of those who seek your company, offering a fleeting glimpse into your world with every exchange.

Yet, amidst the chaos of the club, you remained an enigma, your allure unattainable yet irresistible. For those who dare to dream, you embodied the epitome of desire, a siren luring them into a world of hedonistic pleasures.

Amidst the swirling haze of cigarette smoke and pulsating music, Miami lurked in the shadows, his eyes fixated on you with an intensity that borders on obsession. With a toothpick clutched between his teeth, he watched your every move, his mind consumed by a primal desire that refuses to be quelled.

As you moved behind the bar, effortlessly enchanting those around you with your beguiling charm, Miami imagined himself in your presence, his fantasies running wild with the prospect of possessing you at least for a night. In his mind's eye, Miami envisions you succumbing to his every whim, your skin pressed against his, your breath hot against his neck as he pounds into you.

You shared a moment that ignited a fire within you both, once, a few days ago. It was a hot, steamy kiss that seared your souls, leaving Miami breathless and wanting more.

Your lips met in a fervent embrace, a collision of passion and desire that sent shockwaves through your bodies. In that stolen moment, time stood still as you lost yourselves in the heat of your longing, your hands exploring each other with an urgency born of pent-up desire.

For him, that kiss was a revelation, awakening a primal hunger that consumed him from within. From that moment on, his fantasies grew darker and more intense, his thoughts consumed by the need to fuck you.

Miami yearned for rough, dirty sex, craving the taste of your skin, the sound of your moans filling the air like a symphony of desire. He wanted to take you with a raw, primal intensity.

As he continued to stare at you from across the room, his gaze burning with unbridled lust, Miami knew that he would do whatever it took to make his fantasies a reality.

With a self-assured stride, he approached the bar, his movements purposeful and confident. Closing the distance between you, Miami positioned himself right behind you, his chest pressing against your back in a deliberate display of closeness.

Leaning in, Miami offered his assistance with a playful grin, his voice dripping with charm.

"Looks like you could use a hand, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. His words carry a teasing undertone, an invitation for you to engage in a seductive dance.

As he reached past you to help with the tasks at hand, his touch was lingering and deliberate, sending a rush of sensation through you. Each brush of his fingers against yours ignites a spark of electricity, heightening the tension between you two.

He's acutely aware of the risks of giving in to temptation, but in this moment, the allure of you is too potent to resist. And so, Miami continued to flirt and tease, toeing the line between professionalism and desire, his every move a testament to the primal hunger that thrums beneath the surface. But does professionalism really mean anything to Miami? Fuck no.

As the music pulsed in the background, Miami pressed himself further against you, wrapping his arm around your waist with a possessive yet tantalizing grip. Drawing you closer, he felt the heat radiating.

With a low, seductive murmur, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine.

“Come on, baby, let’s–let’s go to the other room.”

“You remember that kiss, right? Wanna k–kiss something else now.”

“Let daddy fuck you.”

His kisses and playful nibbles on your earlobe caused you to melt into his embrace, feeling his hard-on pressing against your ass.

Around you, the patrons of the club took notice of your intimate display. Some watched with interest, captivated by the raw sensuality that radiated from the pair. Others, feeling the urge to dance and seek their own adventures, left the bar to join the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor.

But for you, the world outside of your embrace faded into obscurity as you lost yourselves in each other.

“Promise to fuck me real good?”, what a teasing way you agreed.

Miami felt a rush of adrenaline curse through his veins. He knew you would say yes, he knew you were playing hard to get ever since he met you for the first time at the beach. Only a snicker fell from his lips as he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into a small room at the back of the bar. The other Ricks had to wait.

“Fucking finally”, he growled with a primal hunger in his eyes, he closed the distance between you, his footsteps purposeful and deliberate.

Before you could react, he had you pinned against the door, his body pressed firmly against yours once again, trapping you between him and the hard surface. Startled, you gasped, but Miami silenced you with a look that spoke volumes, a silent command for your obedience.

With a swift and commanding motion, he lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. There was a wildness in his eyes, a raw desire that sent a thrill coursing through you, mingled with a hint of danger that only served to heighten your senses.

“I’ve been thinking–thinking about this ever since we kissed, sweetheart.”

Without a word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss that left you breathless and wanting more. Miami’s hands roamed over your body with a primal urgency, igniting a fire within you that blazed hotter with each passing moment. Suddenly he pushed his leg between yours, pressing against your most intimate part.

You could feel the strength in his touch, the controlled power of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. Every caress, every brush of his lips against your skin, sent shivers of pleasure racing through you, driving you to the brink of madness.

And as you finally pulled apart, breathless and spent, Miami stared at your face with a smug grin gracing his lips. You looked so cute, he wanted to eat you. Blushed face, out of breath, eyes half closed, looking up to him oh so seductively. Did you even understand, had the slightest idea, how much you drive him crazy?

“Why are you so fucking cute and sexy at the same time?”

One hand reached down, his thumb tracing your lips before he slowly pushed it between your lips into your mouth. Slowly you wrapped your lips around his finger and let your tongue lick around it. Both of you gazed into each other's eyes, losing yourselves in each other. You could feel yourself getting wet while Miami’s cock was already hard, begging to be pulled out of his pants.

“Such a good, good girl for me, huh? What do you want, baby?”, he asked as he pulled his thumb out with a loud ‘pop’.

“P-please…please touch me.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Instantly Miami reached down, thankful that you decided to wear a skirt to work – not only did he love the look, it made everything easier. This was going to be the best quickie of both of your lives and he was going to make sure of that. Did he bother to take your skirt off? No. It was surprising that he even had the patience to prep you instead of fucking you right there and then. 

“My lil’ barkeeper”, he cooed into your ear as he slid not one, but two fingers into your wet cunt. You whimpered and moaned, feeling his long fingers moving and curling inside you. Miami kissed you again, hot and messy, still towering over you and as soon as his lips left yours, he left kisses all over your neck, collarbone, cleavage. His free hand pulled your top up, exposing your tits which he quickly pulled out of your bra one after another.Miami continued to fuck his fingers inside you, squeezing your sensitive breast as he start to swirl his tongue against your nipple. 

"A-ah... R-Rick, daddy..."

The pet name made him suck harder, his body responding in ways you honestly always imagined about, although you never knew this would actually happen. You bite your lip, feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers. 

“You make me go fucking–fucking feral, baby.”

You whimper, feeling a pressure build up in you as he thrusted his fingers, continuing to suck your nipples and bite them ever so softly, moving his attention from tit to tit. He looked at you, fucking you with his fingers, stretching you out perfectly as you moan, your walls clenching around the intrusive fingers inside you.

"You're so cute like this, sweetheart. Moaning like a lil’ slut."

Without a warning his fingers left your leaking cunt and he took a step back. Your knees were weak, trembling even.

“Got on top of the table, baby, d-daddy’s gonna fuck you real good now.”

His wish (and also yours) was your command. You sat on the table in the middle of the room, anxiously waiting for Miami Rick, who followed you promptly. While you were getting ontop of the table, Miami unbuckled his pants and swiftly pulled his cock out. There was no time for all that taking clothes off. He needed you badly and he needed you now.

With purposeful strides, Miami crossed the room, his posture exuding confidence and authority. As he approached the table where you sat, his presence commanded attention, you couldn’t decide between staring at his face or his enormous cock. He took his place exactly between your legs.

“Good girl”, he grabbed his cock, slapping it against your still covered pussy. Miami couldn’t help snicker as he saw the wet spot on your thong, “Guess you liked it a lot. You’ll like this even more.”

His other hand pushed your thong to the side so that his tip could press against your entrance. Was he teasing you or himself?

“Fuck me already, please!”

“Needy lil’ whore.”

And with that he rammed himself into your soaking pussy, your walls tightening around him as he stretched you out. It hurt yet felt so fucking good. You screamed his name the same time he entered you and you felt yourself falling back against the table. Not a second passed before Miami started to thrust into you like a wild animal, succumbing to the intense hunger he felt the whole time.

“You like that? My cock buried deep inside your–your guts, huh? Fuck, you’re so…so fucking tight, baby.”

You were already a moaning mess even though you knew this was just the beginning.

“You think I didn’t see your short skirt and all the Ricks fucking staring at your de–delicious thighs, I wanted to destroy your pulsing cunt in the middle of that fucking bar right then and there.”

He pounded you even deeper and harder, hitting your g-spot every thrust. You felt your cunt clench on his cock.

“Wow it’s been five fucking minutes you fucking whore, already gone dumb on–on my cock now, such a slutty sight”, he growled as he continued to pound into you at an almost inhumane pace. His gold chain dangled in your face as bend over you to hit you even deeper and fuck, he really managed it. His cock was kissing your cervix, over and over again. It was too much, too good.

Whimpering you reached out, trying to push him away. If he didn’t stop you would cum too so–

“Move your fucking hand.”

His voice was just as rough as his thrusts. Your action riled him up even more. He wanted to ruin you, ruin that pretty cunt of yours, make you crazy over his cock. His hand wrapped around your throat, choking you out as his other hand pushed two fingers into your mouth.

“Fuck! You’re fucking squeezing me. You want me to treat you like this, don’t you? I can feel–feel your pussy vibrate around me.”

He was right. You loved it. You loved him fucking you as if you were his personal cocksleeve. Him choking you, calling you a slut, his balls slapping against you as he kisses your cervix – that’s why you denied him sex for so long, to make him lose his senses when he finally gets to. Now you were the one losing it though.

“Yes! Ah, yes! I-I love it, daddy!”

Every thrust of his hips drove his cock deep into your pussy, the spot inside of you that makes you shake and tremble deliciously grinded into. 

Your orgasm hit you, it’s sudden and so fucking good that you’re reduced to nothing but a whiny litany of Daddy Daddy Daddy and please please please.

Miami feels himself getting close, too. He gets sloppier but not less rough or deep as he continued to ram inside you. 

Rick’s hand that had previously been gripping her throat moved to on top of the table to steady himself while the other snaked around your front to rub harsh and fast circles over your already sensitive clit. His fingers were in perfect time with his strokes, your head falling to the side and your eyes rolling back at the stimulation.

“My slutty lil’ barkeeper”, Miami groaned while snapping his hips upwards, the tip of his cock never stopped kissing your sensitive cervix.

“You like being fucked like a whore, princess?” he asked, you were only able to give him an enthusiastic nod since words seemed to be completely out of the question at this point.

“Yeah, I know you do. You’re practically sucking–sucking me in…Fuck”

“D-daddy! I’m gonna cum—” your words were cut off by the moan tearing from your throat and Miami’s fingers moving faster on your clit. “Please, can I? Please, need it so bad!”

“Do it,” he ordered, dipping his head down to bite the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Fucking soak me, princess. Do it.”

The slight pain of his bite and the blinding pleasure of him fucking into you made you lose what little control you still had, and before you knew it, you were cumming violently around Miami. Your cunt squeezed and clenched around him. You felt a rush of fluid gush between your legs as Miami kept going, so close to his release that you could feel him shaking. One, two, three, four thrusts was all it took before he was following you into orgasmic ecstasy. 

He threw his head back, eyes clenched shut as the muscles of his torso tensed and slackened rapidly. You could feel his warm release fill you up and run down your leg as he thrusted a few more times on the comedown. You were still in a daze as he pulled out but a tiny whimper still left you at the sudden empty feeling. As if every nerve ending in your body was on fire, your mind focused on the sticky feeling of your mixed fluids between your thighs while Rick let you calm down on the table. Rick tugged his pants up and tucked his now soft cock away.

“That was amazing, baby”, he was still slightly out of breath yet he walked to where your head was lying and bent down, planting a soft kiss on your temple, “Take all the time you need to–to recover from that. Not too long though. Customers are waiting.”

“…are you going to leave me here alone?”

“I may be a Rick but I’m not that much of an asshole, baby.”

Your eyes followed him as grabbed a nearby chair and sat down. He knew his way around women and he knew how important aftercare was. Another kiss was left on your skin, this time your cheek.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, can you clean me up then please?”

“Nuh uh, baby, I want you working behind that bar with my cum running down your sexy thighs.”

[ultimaterickshowdown]

Honestly everytime I think of Miami Rick I think of that one fic where him and Grunkle Stan are like retired in miami and they all play tennis or something with Beth and Summer and then go out to ice cream so that’s what I’m basing my vote almost entirely on.

hey anon im gonna politely ask for a link like. immediately. also this is a very valid reason

[hyperpotamianarch]

So. I am not immune to peer pressure, sadly.

You'd think it means I'm going to be writing a continuation of the Camp Nephilim story, since it's my most upvoted post. Sadly, you'll be wrong. I do not actually have characters or a story there. Feel free to take on this idea and use it in your fanfics, if you want. You might need to remember that it's partially a crossover with an Israeli book, but the most you need to know is: there are Jewish demons, Shedim, going around (along with many other types of demons, really). The details are based on the Talmud, Midrashim and various other Jewish sources about demons, so you can read up on that if you want to take it into account.

So, not Camp Nephilim. Instead, I found that the numbers Percy Jackson seems to make persuaded me to go a little more forward with my Bianca lives fic idea. As is my wont with it, I'm trying to explore the most loyal to canon option, which is why Bianca is still a Hunter of Artemis. She is also, as obligated, lost.

Now, I already wrote a post on it, linked here. I also started rereading the original series as preparation and may have a few notes about the Titan's Curse. However, right now I want to talk about Clarisse La Rue and her own diving into the labyrinth!

Before I continue, @demigodsanswer has posted their own headcanon for what happened. I'm not using that because I discovered it's kind of contradicted by canon, but it's still a good take on it, so I recommend you read it. It reminded me of just how scared Clarisse should be in it as well.

First thing first: continuity. If you actually consider the timeline of PJO, you'll find that Clarisse actually found Chris Rodriguez wandering the desert at the same summer of her quest. Funnily enough, it's also the same summer Percy and Annabeth saw him on the Princess Andromeda. This slightly messes with the timeline, but considering how compressed the book is, it's not really that bad. As far as we know, Luke sent Chris on his merry way before he even caught Percy and Co. in Miami. Meaning, when he first sent scouts to the Labyrinth, Luke was hoping to ressurect Kronos with the Golden Fleece, which is actually an irrelevant detail but whatever.

Either way, the book says Chris was found in full Greek armor, wandering by Clarisse's mother's house, mumbling something about a string. There are multiple options to what that might mean. The first is that, even though she's a year-round camper, Clarisse chose to go back to her mother's house for some time. Likely only on a visit, otherwise her brother would've said she went home after her quest. Obviously Rick was using it for forshadowig purposes, but still. Another option for who found Chris would be Clarisse's mother - who might be one of the mortals able to see through the Mist. I think the first option makes more sense, though.

So, Clarisse just went back home after her first quest. Note, I'm assuming it's her first because there were no quests between Luke's and Percy's and I believe Clarisse isn't old enough to have been on one prior to Luke. She definitely saw the quest as a way to prove herself to her father, but we don't really know about her mother (unless you go by another post from Demigodsanswer. She apparently has a thing for Clarisse, I don't know if she has similar entries for other side characters). Maybe she feels like she needs to prove something to her as well and thought that now she did. Maybe she wanted to relax after a stressful quest. Maybe a near-death experience caused her to want to reconnect, we seriously have no idea why she's a year rounder and it could be she doesn't like her mother.

So, Clarisse is in Phoenix when a guy she new from camp suddenly appears, talking about a string. She already knows Chris is with Luke, I assume - Percy probably informed Camp on that. So now she has a madman on her hands... And here continuity problems start to pile up.

Annabeth said that Clarisse found Chris "last summer", in BotL. This is essential, because a. Chris hadn't met Dionysus at all until the end of BotL, even though Mr. D was only sent on his super important mission after the winter solstice, and b. Annabeth said she helped Clarisse in her mission. Clarisse was on her mission during tTC, when Annabeth was abducted by Dr. Thorn. The latter isn't that much of a problem, though - it's very likely that Annabeth helped Clarisse research before delving into the labyrinth. Actaully, her absence throughout the book helps explaining how come she never told Percy about it at all until BotL - she seriously didn't have time even if she wanted to. The former, however, indicates that Clarisse couldn't have left Chris at camp until after her mission was over. In hindsight, this might be why Demigodsanswer chose to portray finding Chris as happening after the Winter Solstice, while Clarisse's exploration of the Labyrinth and the reasearch occured earlier. It does create a wench in the cause-and-effect cycle, but it solves the problem of how come Dionysus only met crazy Chris at the end of BotL.

All that doesn't really lead us anywhere, so... let's see, what canon explanation could be found for not bringing Chris to camp for three months, while not contradicting canon in every way? Honestly... I don't know. Maybe... maybe Clarisse thought they might execute Chris as a traitor? Maybe Chris was somehow in an untransportable state for over three months? Maybe Clarisse thought she might need his help in the Labyrinth, for some reason? Otherwise... I mean, Chiron seemed to believe - rightly - that Dionysus could heal Chris. Why wouldn't Clarisse think that feasible, and thus want to bring Chris over to Dionysus? It's not like he regularly threatens to turn campers into dolphins. He only done so in extreme situations.

For whatever reason, though, Clarisse doesn't bring him back to camp. Maybe she goes back herself, or contacts Annabeth via Iris-Net. I think it's safe to assume she took some time to research before entering. We only know of two enterances she knew of, though it's not impossible to assume that she went through some others. She was alone, however - right after her quest, which she also went on alone - and she got lost there.

I don't know how long she was there, or what she encountered - but whatever it is, she probably told Annabeth about it, and it scarred her. And of course, that is what actually is relevant to our story.

If you've read my original stream-of-thought post about the Bianca is alive fic, you might remember I suggested having Bianca team up with Luke's people. The main reason I had for that is that I wanted Bianca to have some parallels to Atalanta, and two of her central myths are about groups of people she went on quests with: the Calydonian Boar hunt and the Argonauts. So, I wanted to try and team Bianca up with someone. Luke's army seemed a more likely place to have misogyny trouble, but that would be really stupid. After all, every soul joining them brings them a step closer to bringing Kronos back. Clarisse, on the other hand, is exactly the sort of person to be angry over having the glory stolen from her. I did realize that I can't actually have Bianca join a large group, because Luke explicitly says that larger groups tend to have more trouble, which is why he sent lone scouts.

So, I formed in my head a general idea of Bianca and Clarisse meeting and how it would go. Part of the idea includes Bianca killing the Calydonian boar - only for some reason, at this point, Clarisse thinks the boar was sent by Ares to help her, as his sacred animal. I was somewhat hesitant about it after realizing how desparate she's going to be - but honestly, at this point her desparation would probably lead to her going off the hinges attempting to kill Bianca. Hmm. So yeah, I might be going with that. It'll also fit the theme of Cadmus, to a certain degree. Clarisse would fail killing Bianca, of course, though I'm not sure exactly how. We'll see.

I do think I really need to plan the Minos parts first, though. He's a secret power behind things at this point, and considering Binca's life effect on Nico's plotline at the time... This needs some pondering.

Anyway, thank you for reading! Have a good day!

[rustychainsnorter]

R&M headcanons and story ideas I plan to write soon.

Adventure of a Morttime: For this story, I want to write about Morty meeting Miami Morty and becoming really good friends with him. Miami Morty enjoys seeing Morty's personality bloom when he comes out of his shell and let's go of his insecurities. However, C-137 Rick keeps butting in to ruin their fun so that he can take Morty on sucky adventures. Miami Morty sees how badly Morty is treated by his Rick, and what does he do? He tells Miami Rick, and of course Miami Rick would do anything to make sure his Morty is happy (Probably drugs C-137 or puts him in a cage). I just want a friendly story of Morty making friends and having fun with another Morty- he deserves it. Maybe the example will open up Rick's eyes.

Untitled: After the central finite curve was destroyed, literally NO EPISODE went over all of the new possibilities universes without Rick could bring. Like, perse, a reality where Morty was the smartest man in the universe? I want to write a story where our Morty ventures into one of these new realities and meets a version of himself that opens his mind to the truth and possibilities of his own life. He let Rick control him his whole life. Why not try to make some decisions for himself for a change? This story would basically just be about Morty growing and moving forward while Rick sulks like a toddler in the background who needs his diaper changed.

The Weird Rick (Prime addition): I already have a fic called "The Weird Rick" where Morty joins the Citadel SEAL Team and gets abused by Ricks' until one day a weird Rick (who is actually C-137) joins the team and protects him. Bbbuuuuttttt, I've been having thoughts, and I've decided that I want to write a different fic with the same concept, but instead of C-137 as the weird Rick, it would be Rick Prime. Morty has no idea.

Rickoletto: In my story "The Broken Star Dies" Morty uses a fortune cookie to erase time and change fate to make it to where his life and Rick's life were happier. It's kind of sad, but it's one of my favorite stories I've ever written. And I wanted to recreate this concept but with Rick. Instead of a fortune cookie, Rick stumbles across a lamp with a genie inside that pressures him to make a wish, and he does so on accident because he doesn't believe it could work. But the wish does happen, time is erased and his life is rewritten to perfection. Rick's memories won't come back until he is seventy and then it's all chaos from there. His biggest concern? Is Morty alright....

And that's all for now. I wanna try to get these written before the new season comes out. Hopefully I can make the time :')

[drawmanations]

what if I wrote a Miami/Rick cop/evil Rick fic

[sadiecoocoo]

Rick and morty Headcannon - 9

I know I’ve said before that morty and evil morty are dating (or at least both like each other and just haven’t gotten the courage to ask the other… now where have we seen this before? *cough cough* Jessica *cough cough*) but of course they didn’t both feel this way at first.

For the majority of the time, Morty saw Eve/Mal as someone he could barely trust, and was always a little worried that he would only act on his own best interests. Despite this fear he wanted to give Mal a chance, so he never protested whenever Eve joined the small group of Morty’s that always hung out (lawyer, slick, genius, lefty, lizard, campaign manager, and Miami… tho I’m probably forgetting a few).

It was only until the latest episode, s7 ep5 (which I still haven’t seen yet and have only gotten spoilers), that Morty started wondering if he had feelings for Eve or not. He had at least determined that he could be trusted to do the right thing.

Eve/Mal, on the other hand, had been pining for Morty the entire time, ever since he saw how Morty tried to stand up to “evil Rick” and even led an uprising against him. Eve had been almost obsessed with our Morty and had jumped at any chance to see him again, which was the reason why he started hanging out with the other Morty’s in a less professional setting.

Though Eve denied it, he did genuinely ask for Morty to go with him outside of the finite curve, and only said that it was a toilet to hide how hurt he was. He of course understood that morty cared about his Rick, cuz he did too at one point.

As if the latest episode, Eve was hurt that Morty barely trusted him anymore, and felt bad that he would have to control Morty to beat Rick Prime. Near the end of the eosiode however, Morty approached Eve and asked what all happened, then Eve explained it and stuff and Morty sort of understood, though he was a little uncomfortable.

They basically said that they would be friends for now, and try to go on adventures or visit each other to hang out, like what Morty does with the others. Ofc it would escalate into an actual relationship at some point (debating making a Fic abt that)

[g0rygutz]

♱ ◞ masterlist ◟ ♱

(more ricks will be added as i write/think about them)

☓﹒﹕rick sanchez (c-137)ᶻ﹕→

(coming soon)

☓﹒﹕rick primeᶻ﹕→

oh my god. he fucking kidnapped you.

☓﹒﹕miami rickᶻ﹕→

genderneutral!reader blurb (possible full fic one day)

☓﹒﹕evil rickᶻ﹕→

(coming soon)

☓﹒﹕doofus rickᶻ﹕→

(coming soon)

☓﹒﹕evil doofus rickᶻ﹕→

(coming soon)

☓﹒﹕very evil rickᶻ﹕→

(coming soon)

☓﹒﹕flesh curtains rickᶻ﹕→

an overwhelming concert

☓﹒﹕surgeon rickᶻ﹕→

(coming soon)

☓﹒﹕lab rickᶻ﹕→

(coming soon)

[dykemcqueen]

Hello! Do you have a rickorty playlist? I’d love to listen to some songs that you think fit them as I really like your rickorty fics/interpretations.

anon you don’t know. you don’t even knowwww how long i’ve been waiting for someone to ask me this. i have so fucking many playlists. fair warning they're all from 2017-2018 so the music is very much That. also alas some songs are missing from the playlists bc they were taken off spotify but most remain intact.

WITH OUR BACKS TO THE SUN - THE playlist of my r/m playlists. "half light" is probably my favorite rickorty song of all time.

WITH OUR BACKS TO THE SUN (DIRECTOR'S CUT) - this one's a little too long but has some extra gems.

STAY AFLOAT - a playlist for morty's depression and lost childhood.

RINSE REPEAT - a playlist for rick's exodus and return, s2 finale/s3 premiere.

CATCH AND RELEASE - a playlist about cycles. tbh i didn't know this one had gotten so long? the first half is definitely the best half.

DIMENSION N/A - a rick playlist

i also have a miami r/m playlist that is pretty bad but i do recommend nightlife + 1965 + blow your mind (mwah) and + issues (lol) as a little tasting flight from that mix.

there's a few more but those are probably the best :)

[depriviolent]

read a fic where miami used acknowledging him n cop being ricks as a powerplay and ive not stopped thinking abt it since

🔞 full 🔞 (plus link to said fic)

[dolcettamagica]

Hey bestie! Could you please do a fic where Miami Rick is kissing Y/N’s cervix and when she tries to push him away he says “move your fucking hand” ? You could include his gold chains dangling in y/n’s face if you want 🤭

HI BESTIE!! I finally finished it. i really hope you like it since it was my first miami fic. here you go!

[ao3feed-rickorty]

update notice!

i’m going to work on making sure fics tagged with other ricks and mortys are grabbed, too. like miami rick x miami morty, etc! 

i’ll post another update when that’s done. thanks for the support so far!

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

“he grinned, winking at his fellow Mortys. Bunny blushed, lowering his head as if he could hide his flaming cheeks. He couldn't.” BABY BOYYYYYY he’s so precious 🥹🤍

“Miami sucked on his candy. As he pulled it out with a pop, he made sure all eyes stayed on his red stained lips, licking the rest of the artificial flavor off. All eyes - especially one specific pair.” HEHEHEHE 😏😏❤️❤️

"Do I seem so desperate that you think anybody would do it for me?" PUH-LEASE. that boy can have anyone he desires eating off the palm of his hand in a snap of fingers and he knows it 😌💕 good for him 🥰 “He asked, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his legs dressed in fishnet stockings. All eyes followed the movement; he loved being adored.” 🥵🥰 “He could see the want in those huge pairs of eyes that looked just like his behind his pink glasses, and he lived for these little Mortys adoration. Sometimes he wished he wasn't a Rick fucker, because Mortys… they were something, that's for sure.” NNNGGGGHHHHH YES EXACTLY!

“He put a hand on his knee, leaning forward. As if hypnotized, the other Mortys leaned forward, to hear his answer.” HE’S JUST SOOOO CHARMING. I FUCKING ADORE HIM 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

““The Rick I want is the successful, bar owner type.” // Deliberately not looking anywhere else other than the big-eyed Mortys, he pretended he couldn't notice his grampa choking on his choice of poison. Miami wanted to catch his Rick's lip with his teeth, taste the sour alcohol in his mouth, slide his tongue against Rick's-” 🤭🥰😘🥵❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

“"Oh, t-that type…" a sweet little Strawberry Morty sighed, undoubtedly thinking about a specific businessman Rick. Miami knew he had been pursued by one of those, and he wished all the luck for the cute little sweetheart. After being abandoned by his own Strawberry Rick, he deserved to have a Rick who could take care of his needs.” I love love love Morty solidarity. They are SO important to me. 😭💗 Theirs is a hard world. There’s enough Ricks out there to forget about being kind. 🥰

“I always preferred the researcher ones, the sweet, nerdy ones who need a Morty to take care of them.” that is SO cute <3 Mortys taking care of their overworked Ricks 🥰🥰🥰

“Rick in Morty's clothing” OMFG THAT’S SO COOL OHHH I LOVE THAT

“it would make sense if he was attracted to the less Rick-y Ricks. Miami licked his lips. Would be fun to try that out sometime with his own Rick. A little roleplay, on his birthday, perhaps.” ah yes, caregiving is my kink too Mimi 💗

“The other Mortys looked at each other, clearly never really thinking about the Citadel this way before. For most, it was a place of despair, a place where they were left by their grandfathers, abandoned, far from their families. But it was also an all you can eat buffet. Most of the Mortys and Ricks were Morty and/or Rick fuckers, and one could find anything they wanted. Grandma Ricks? Check. Summer Mortys? Check. Tentacle monsters? Check. Sweet little omegas close to their heat? Double check. Ricks with protective wings, or sweet Mortys tasting like maple syrup? The Citadel had everything.” YES YES YES. ALL OF THIS ALL OF THIS 😭🥺🥹🥰🥵❤️

“Miami grinned, proud of himself. He loved influencing these sweet little Mortys, who needed some hope in their lives. Most of them would not get their happy endings, unfortunately a lot of Rick was really just an asshole without any redeeming quality, but if he could help at least a handful of these babies reach their dreams, he would be content. After all, it was his job as the most known and sought-after Morty to lead and influence his other selves.”

“Oh, yes. Think about it! Anything you've read before could be possible! Meeting a handsome Rick in the coffee shop, offering to pay for your latte… Bumping into a sweet Rick who lost something precious to him, and you'd help him find it… Catching the eye of a little Morty on the bus, each and every day traveling on the same bus, flirting and blushing until one of you become brave enough to ask the other out on a date… anything could happen, just be open to the miracle!” RIGHT IN MY MEET-CUTE FEELINGS 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

btw Rick eavesdropping is just [chef’s kiss]

“Rick needed to get a clue pronto that Morty was only waiting for him to finally fuck him sideways, that Morty's heart was already his.” YESSSSSS EXACTLY!!!!!!

i love my horny boys 💗💗💗 they’re all so invested in Mimi’s talk 🤭🥰 aaaahhh I just love love love Mortys bonding 🥹❤️

NNNGGGGHHHHH YESSS YES YES YES. RICK GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER ALREADY AND GO MAKE YOUR BOY’S FANTASIES COME TRUE

“More than one Morty started to fan themselves, those blushing little virgins, as if they weren't just as kinky as Miami was. Mortys always were and always would be a kinky, perverted bunch.” 🤭💞

“As he watched them leave, their jeans budging, tiny hands covering themselves, he caught his Rick's eyes.” 1) SMOOOL 💘💘💘 2) ABOUT TIME RICK!!!!

“His steps were steady, even in his high heels, but in every few seconds, he caught himself unconsciously trying to smooth out any non-existent creasing, or to correct his perfectly styled hair. Huh… even he could feel nervous. Who would have thought.” HE’S IN LOOOOVE 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

LOVE LOVE LOVE MIMI’S STUTTER COMING BACK IN FRONT OF RICK <333333 flustered boy, lovely boy, boy in loooove 🤭❤️🥰

“Rick stepped closer, and closed, grabbing his waist, and lifting him up to the table. Morty's legs opened, and finally, there was Rick, stepping between them, pushing himself against the smaller body.” NNNGGGGHHHHH 💕💝💘💖💗💓💞

Rick catching the lollipop and immediately licking it 🥵🥵🥵❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

“"Do you really want to be mine?" Rick growled, caging Morty against the table. // Was there any other answer to that question than 'yes'?” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT A MOST PERFECT ENDING MY LOVE!!!!!!!!

I am so obsessed with this 😭🥹💖💖💖

Sharing a lollipop 🍭

[vhvrs]

6, 15, 16 for the fandom ask (for any fandom you are currently in or want to talk about) :3

ty ty ty :3c

answering these under the cut since the images r kindve long...

6) Show us a bit of a WIP!

most of my art wips i think ive shared or are incomprehensible messes but ig this counts - currently doing wip brainstorming for potential merch lineup (charms in this case) for a VERY potential con n hopefully online sales bc id love to get back into that... i have others but these r the only ones ill share mainly bc i can use this as an opportunity to gauge the actual interest lmao

since this is an art AND fic ask game heres wips of the only fic im kinda working on (miami rick/reader)

15) Have you noticed your style change over time?

definitely! in two different ways i suppose:

when i first draw things i tend to get trapped in more... realism n an inability to stylize n its a process i repeat every new fandom i go into until i get comfortable enough to draw the stylized versions?? idk if this is noticeable to others, but its very noticeable to me haha

on a similiar note i think over time ive just grown more comfortable leaning into stylized or cartoonish art - this was originally an active process when i was like. fresh adult bc i didnt like my art at the time but i think abt ten yrs later ive hit a point where im able to draw more than the same face over n over. or i hope so lol. i have shapes i repeat a lot but ive been able to draw a lot of things n make them work in my style in ways i just couldnt b4.

i believe all art styles have a lineart + color combo that fits it n i think ive found mine! but ive also learned to be comfortable in being inconsistent n wildly different :3

ig tldr old art drop. i feelive gotten to a point w my art i can get close to what im seeing in my head lol

2016 -> 2022

2016 -> 2023

2018 -> 2023

fic wise i think ive gotten more floral to overdescriptive lately due to older feedback from also a decade ago abt it being hard to decipher what was going on sometimes. ill reread old fics n be impressed by my ability to cut to the chase lmao. i need to find a better middle ground...

16) Do people irl know you participate in fandom?

yep! i both have a what ud call special interest in fandom culture & then pretty much uh do not do anything else so it makes my only hobby fandom -> ppl know. i dont really talk or hang out w ppl irl but like i was raised by and around nerds so i dont try to hide it haha. i have infodumped fandom bs at former coworkers too... its a curse. fandom is too much of my life for ppl irl to be able to NOT know