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dannystheone · 2 years ago

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The Guys Play ‘Interronation’ (Main Four South Park Tickle Fic)

Hey guys omg I know I haven’t been active but my current hyperfixation is South Park and I’m in LOVE I haven’t been this sucked into a fandom since like Rick and Morty I think LOL

So in this fic the boys are their kid selves, but there’s the usual swearing you can expect, but nothing sexual, no shipping or anything (not that I have a problem with shipping! It just doesn’t show up in this fic :))

I HOPE YOU ENJOY AAA I LOVE THEM

WARNINGS: KIDS SWEARING!! and one anti-semitic comment lol

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“HAH! You picked it up again, Kenny! Go directly to jail.”

“Whmph themph! Womph themph fumph...” Kenny muffled as he angrily moved his shoe piece to jail.

“Dang Kenny, better luck next time. Alright, my turn.” Stan picked up his dice as Kyle’s bedroom door burst open.

“YOU GUYS!! YOU GUYS, SERIOUSLY!! I JUST SAW ‘THEE’ COOLEST THING EVER ON TV!” Cartman rumbled through the Monopoly game in progress, scattering the cards and game pieces all over the board.

“Aw Cartman, you fucking idiot! That was a good game!” Kyle exclaimed. Kenny giggled behind his hoodie at Kyle’s anger.

“Are you kidding Kyle?! This is way BETTER than any Monopoly game you’ll ever play.” Cartman stood before the guys as they still sat around the discarded game.

“Well what is it Cartman? Was it a new Terrance and Philip episode?” Stan asked, genuinely curious. Cartman shook his hand to clear their questions.

“No no no, listen! I was scrolling through the TV and I found the history channel. They did this thing to people back in the day called ‘interronation’ and the people tell you any information you wanna know!” Kyle stared at Cartman in disbelief.

“You ruined a perfectly good Monopoly game for that?” Cartman rolled his eyes at Kyle’s question and splayed his hands in explanation.

“I’m saying we can do it to each other and it’ll be totally cool and rad! Here, clear the board game and shut the door.” The guys knew better than to try and convince Cartman otherwise of whatever is going on through his head. Stan cleaned up the board game by shoving all of it under Kyle’s bed, and Kyle stood up to close his bedroom door.

“Alright, Kenny, you’re gonna be the guy being ‘interronated’. You’re gonna lay down on your back and we’re gonna sit on you.” Cartman explained. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

“Whmmph? No waymph!” Cartman sighed and directed Kenny to the center of Kyle’s bedroom floor.

“It’ll be fine Kenny, don’t be a pussy. You’re gonna lay on your back and we’re gonna sit on you, and I’m gonna give you a password. All you have to do is not say the password no matter what we do to you.” Kenny looked around to Stan and Kyle. They now looked as curious as Cartman did.

Kenny let out a grunt as he obeyed and laid on the floor, his orange jacket shuffling against the carpet. Kenny spread his arms; Stan sitting on his right arm and Kyle sitting on his left arm. Cartman leaned in and whispered a password to Kenny that Stan and Kyle couldn’t hear before taking his seat on Kenny’s legs. Kenny winced at his weight.

“Take it easy fatass, before you break Kenny’s legs.” Stan remarked.

“AYE! Shut up! Alright, now all we have to do is ‘interronate’ Kenny and get him to say the password.” Kenny looked a little worried. He tried pulling on his arms and legs, but he could barely move.

“Cartman, this is a little gay.” Kyle narrowed his eyes at the fact that three guys were sitting on one dude.

“It’s not gay it’s gonna be fucking awesome! Okay, 3, 2, 1, GO!” Still unclear about what they were supposed to do, Kyle and Stan watched Cartman launch into squeezing Kenny’s sides over his orange jacket.

Kenny let a surprised muffle of sound before squeezing his eyes and squirming on the floor. “Mmpph!! Mmmhmhm!” Stan followed suit by silently scritching in Kenny’s armpit, which made Kenny buck underneath the three of them.

Kyle watched in disbelief.

“Cartman! You didn’t say this would involve any tickling!” Kyle grew flustered at the sight. Kenny giggled and pulled underneath his friends, but he couldn’t get any register.

“What’s the big deal Kyle, it’s just ‘interronation’! We have to get the password by ‘interronating’ Kenny like we’re spies!” Cartman explained while grabbing Kenny’s sides. He wasn’t a very good tickler, he just knew how to grab and pinch. Stan had a bit more method though, with Shelly being his sister.

Stan looked up at Kyle while spidering his hands over Kenny’s armpit and ribs. It seemed to be a good spot.

“Yeah Kyle what’s up? Do you have a problem with tickling or something?” Kenny’s eyes were squeezed shut as he leaned to Kyle’s side to try and get away from Stan.

“Nohmhmhmhm! Sthmhmhmph!” Kenny’s muffled laugh rang in Kyle’s ears.

“N-No, there’s no problem. I just wasn’t expecting ‘interronation’ to be so childish, that’s all.” Kyle started scratching in Kenny’s right armpit and kneading in his ribs. Kenny squealed underneath his hoodie while Cartman gaped at Kyle.

“How is this childish Kyle?! It’s fucking awesome! Look he’s about to break at any second! We just need to find the right spot-” Cartman started poking and prodding all over Kenny, making Kenny flop around like he was getting electrocuted.

“Tell us what you know, criminal!” Cartman yelled out, and settled at Kenny’s hips, prodding quickly and tazing into the bare divets. Kenny wanted to crawl into himself as he bucked his waist, his threadbare Converse drug against the carpet.

“Okahmhmph! Imph Terramph Amph Phillimph!” Kenny called out the password. Cartman cheered as the boys stopped tickling Kenny.

“Yeeeah, we did it! Wasn’t that cool you guys? We made him say the password!” The boys got off of Kenny; Kenny’s blonde hair matted over his forehead.

Stan pat Kenny on the back. “Yeah I guess. How do you feel Kenny?” Kenny caught his breath, a small blush dusted over his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Eh, imph bettem than dyingm.” The boys laughed at Kenny’s joke, glad there were no hard feelings.

“Alright, who wants to go next?” Cartman asked.

“Cartman this is stupid. And it makes us look like fags. Is there anything else we can do?” Kyle remarked while folding his arms.

“Goddammit, it’s not fucking gay Kyle!” Stan looked around at the other guys before raising his hand in a nonchalant way.

“I can go. I mean, I don’t think I’m that ticklish, so it’ll be harder to get the answer out of me.”

“Oho, we’ll see about that, Stan. Kenny, you sit on Stan’s right arm cause he sat on yours.” Cartman directed. Kenny let out a muffled ‘okay’ and did as he was told.

“Here’s the password Stan-” Kyle held a hand up to Cartman’s chest and looked to Stan.

“Wait, I have an idea. We can use interronation to get information out of people right?” Cartman nodded, not quite following what Kyle’s logic was here. Stan was now a little uncomfortable as he felt the weight of each boy settling on his arms and legs, securing him in place.

Kyle turned to look down at Stan, his face as blank as stone.

“Stan, what happened to my Red Mega Man that went missing right after you visited my house last time? And it just so happens that the Red Mega Man is the only one missing in your collection?” Stan’s eyes went wide as he started struggling underneath his friends.

“I- I don’t know Kyle. You said you lost it, remember? We- We tried looking for it everywhere but we couldn’t find it!” Stan became increasingly more nervous as it seemed he wasn’t convincing Kyle. Kyle’s eyebrows furrowed as he started kneading into Stan’s tummy. Stan jumped and started laughing immediately.

“That’s the answer we came up with, but I’m not convinced! I think you stole it!” Kyle accused, with Stan giggling in the background. Stan’s laughter filled up the room, unlike Kenny’s muffled laughter.

“Aw dude sweet, this is just like how it was in the TV show! Kenny, start ‘interronating’ the suspect.” Cartman started looking for tickle spots on Stan, while Kenny prodded along Stan’s ribs.

“Kyhyhyle I didn’t steheal it! I swear! You sahahaid you lost it!” Stan’s giggles petered out as he was prodded with the hands of all his friends.

“I don’t believe you Stan! I had my Red Mega Man right before you came over to my house, and as soon as you left, I can’t find it anywhere!” Kyle removed his green gloves and started to wriggle his fingers in Stan’s open armpit. Stan snorted and squeezed his eyes shut in laughter.

“Hmm, after calling me a piggy after all these years, seems like you were the little piggy Stan~ Kyle, make him snort again.” Cartman commanded.

“Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck up fahahatass!!” Stan retaliated, yet snorted again against his will. Cartman started arguing at a laughing Stan about how he wasn’t fat while Kyle angrily tickled his best friend. Kenny accidentally found one of Stan’s most ticklish spots while dotting around Stan’s upper body with his fingers. Kenny’s fingers brushed past his connecting rib between his armpit and his ribcage. Kenny dug in and surprised himself with the reaction.

“GAH! Kennehehey! Gehehet ohohout of thehere!” Stan’s fists balled up as he retreated from Kenny’s side of the carpet.

“Kenny what spot is that? I wanna see if I can get him on this side too.” Kyle asked, Cartman poking along Stan’s waist and getting dangerously close to another spot.

“Imph thm highemph ribmph im himph rimbcamph.” Kenny answered underneath his jacket. Kyle grew a sinister smile as he cracked his knuckles.

“Kyhyhyle dohohon’t dohoho it! I didn’t steheheal the Mehehega Mahahan!” Stan’s eyes were squeezed tightly in his laughter. Cartman turned to Kyle and nodded his head.

“Do it Kyle. The bastard totally stole your Red Mega Man. Your Red Mega Man is living in the same house as the kid who jacked off his dog and didn’t wash his hands after.” Cartman added more fuel to the fire as Kyle dug in to the same spot Kenny did. Stan spazzed on the floor as both bad spots of his were getting targeted.

“KYHYHYLE!! Stohohop plehehease!! Okahahay okay okay!! I stohohole it! I stohole yohour Mehehega Mahahan! I’m- I’m sorr-EHEHE!!” Cartman found another one of Stan’s ticklish spots during his confession. He squished Stan’s upper thighs, making him pull and buck as hard as he could muster.

“Hmm, alright that’s enough. He said he stole it.” Kyle waved the guys hands off Stan as he caught his breath, and curled up in a ball on the floor.

“You fucking bastard Stan, you knew I was looking for it and you pretended to help me? But you knew you had it the whole time?” Stan was suffering from residual giggles as he could feel his friends fingers brushing past his skin.

“I- hehe- I’m sorrehee- You left it right out in the open so I thought you didn’t care about it that much-”

“If I was looking for it for over an hour then OF COURSE I care about it, dickstain! If I don’t have it back by tomorrow, I’m gonna kick your ass!” Kyle absent-mindedly switched places with Stan, as he now took the middle position of the group.

“Oh thank you Kyle, for volunteering yourself to be the next person to be ‘interronated’.” Cartman expressed as he took his seat on Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s eyes flew open as he was late to find out what was happening.

“Woah woah woah! I-I didn’t volunteer myself! I don’t wanna be ‘interronated!’” Kyle pulled on his legs as Kenny and Stan pulled his arms apart to sit on his elbows.

“What’s wrong Kyle? Nervous after how you treated me, huh? You know I actually have a question of my own.” Stan loomed up over Kyle, Kyle now wearing a nervous face.

“Wamph! I hamve a quemphon!” Kenny raised his hand excitedly. Stan gave him a sideways glance.

“Kenny save your question for Cartman’s turn. Kyle, did you ever have a crush on Wendy Testaburger? I knew you said you didn’t try to impress her when we had to take care of our eggs, but I’m not convinced.” There was a drawl to Stan’s voice, as if he knew he was using Kyle’s words against him. Kyle sagged against the floor at the impossible question. He could say no to this question all he wanted, but it would never convince Stan unless he gave him the answer he was looking for.

“Of course not Stan, I never had a crush on Wendy. I don’t even like her!” Kyle pleaded in his voice, but Stan wasn’t having it. Kyle’s heart started to beat. The boys would soon find out that Kyle was the most ticklish one in the group really fucking quick. He’d have to hold out as much as possible.

“Uh oh Stan, looks like he’s lying. You know what we do to liars around these parts, don’t you Kyle?” Cartman, always the instigator, butted in. All three boys stared down at Kyle. He swallowed nervously.

“W-Wait a second! Give me another question, that isn’t even fair! Stan you know I never had a crush on Wendy and I never will!” Kyle pulled on his arms as Stan’s hands started to slip under Kyle’s jacket.

“Damn, trying to steal Stan’s woman Kyle? That’s totally not cool. Stan, you should show him what happens when you cross a Marsh.” Cartman butted in once more.

“Cartman shut the fuck- uhuhuhup! Stahahan stohohop!” Kyle shook with laughter as Stan gripped his fingers all over Kyle’s freckled tummy. Cartman and Kenny followed suit and started tickling the usual spots, but on Kyle the reactions seemed to be doubled.

“Stohohohop!! I’m- I’m seheheherious!” Kyle’s eyes narrowed in his high pitched laughter.

“Ohm, hemph som timplhish!” Kenny remarked brightly. Stan started squeezing around Kyle’s belly button, which Kyle let out a shriek.

“Tell me, Kyle! Tell me you had a crush on Wendy!” Stan actually was interrogating Kyle at this point, which filled Cartman with a sadistic glee, to see Stan and Kyle bicker and to see Kyle in such a predicament.

“Oh, did you hear that Stan? Kyle totally called you a pussy!” Cartman instigated.

“YOU SAID WHAT?! I’LL KILL YOU!!” Stan growled and started kneading into Kyle’s ribs. Kyle let out a cry of half pain and half unabashed laughter.

“NOHOHO!! He’s lyhyhyhying! Cahahartman I’m gohohonna fuhuhucking fihihhight yohohohou!!” Kyle let out. Kenny kept his tickling to a minimum. He knew what it was like to die of laughter, and he didn’t want to subject that to Kyle. Cartman and Stan were having fun hearing Kyle in such a state.

“Oh oh, did you hear that Stan? I belieeeeve Kyle just said you’re a pussy whipped cuck who has no chance with Wendy, you have a better chance with your sister Shelly!” Cartman was having an incredible time watching Kyle flail and pull on his limbs to escape. Cartman started kneading into Kyle’s waist and thighs while Stan dug into Kyle’s sides.

“Shut up Cartman, he didn’t say all that. Come on Kyle, say you had a crush on Wendy already and this can stop.”

“Unleph hem limph it.” Kenny interjected. A lightbulb appeared over Stan’s head.

“Ooooh, that’s it huh? You’re not letting up cause you like it, Kyle? Just admit it! You admit liking getting tickled and you liked Wendy!” Kyle was experiencing too many things to answer. Stan’s hands sped up under his jacket, making Kyle laugh so hard his hat was knocked askew from his head.

“I dohohohon’t lihihihike gehehetting tickled!! Ahahand I dohohohon’t lihihihike Wendeheheey! Plehehehease Stahahahan!!” Kyle shook his head back and forth to try and throw the tickles off of him, but that just knocked his hat off his head. His ginger hair was unleashed; his velvety curls splayed all over his carpet.

“Oh come on Kyle, if you just admit that you like it, it’ll stop. The fact that you’re nooooot admitting it leads us to believe you like it afterall...” Cartman reasoned with Kyle.

“Duhuhuhude nohohoho wahahay! STOP! STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAN!!” Kyle belted out his laughter when Stan fluttered his fingers over his bare ear. Stan scribbled all around it, his fingers getting lost in Kyle’s red curls. Kyle was sent into a spiral of silent laughter.

“Ohp, you’re killing him Stan. Welp, that’s one less Jew to worry about, I guess. Heh heh heh.” Cartman snickered while Stan rolled his eyes and lessened up his tickling.

“Alrihihihight! Alright stohohop nohohow please! I ahahahadmit it! I lihihihike tihihihickles ahahahand I like Wehehehendy!!” Kyle blurted out. Stan waved everyone’s hands away as soon as Kyle uttered his confessions. Kyle’s heart beat quickly as he lay on the floor breathless.

“Aw sweet! I got that on video!” Cartman had a shit-eating grin on his face while he replayed Kyle’s laughter filled confession. “Oh I’m totally turning this into my ringtone.”

Kyle turned to Stan while he still laid on the floor.

“S-Stahan, I don’t like Wendy, I never did. I only sahaid it, so it would stop-”

“I know dude. I just wanted to get you back for how you had me before.”

“What?! But you actually stole something from me! It was what you deserved!”

“Yeah well-” Stan shrugged. “-Now I know you’re crazy ticklish, so I can tickle you whenever I want.”

Kyle sat upright and dove after Stan, Kenny backing up from the fight.

“You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Stan and Kyle started rumbling on the carpet, while Cartman got up and broke them apart.

“Hey wait a minute! I never got a chance to get ‘interronated’!”

Kyle and Stan stared at him blankly.

“....Dude, nobody wants to tickle you Cartman.” Kyle remarked.

“Yeah nobody wants to tickle you, fatass.” Stan agreed.

“What the-” Cartman sputtered as he looked to Kenny, and Kenny just shrugged.

“Well fine! I didn’t wanna get ‘interronated’ anyway! I would have outlasted all of you guys and I would have been the coolest guy in the room! Well now you don’t get a chance! Screw you guys, I’m goin’ hooome!” Cartman left Kyle’s room with Stan and Kyle still on top of each other.

Stan got off of Kyle and turned to Kenny.

“Well, that was the gayest thing I’ve ever done.” Stan claimed.

“....Wanna play Monopoly again?”

#south park #south park tickles #lee kenny #lee stan #lee kyle #ler kenny #ler stan #ler kyle #ler cartman #danny writes

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ask-rick-c137-and-morty-prime · 26 days ago

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Now that we know that Rick is ticklish, the next question is... Is Morty ticklish?

I do-*burp*-n't fucking know

Uhm...well I..

Let's check

Wha-

*Rick tickles Morty and Morty laughs*

Ahahaha! Stop Rick!

*Rick stops*

There's your answer

#rick sanchez #morty smith #rick #and #morty #r&m #rick c137 #morty prime #rick and morty

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hazelnut-u-out · 10 months ago

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any sort of fluff?

Ran with the assumption that this was a fic request and not you asking about my opinions on fuzz/fluff textures.

Anyway, this is... kind of fluff? I feel like I always veer into angst, but I tried, okay? The fic does what it wants. This is technically unfinished so you’re legally required to ignore any plot holes.

I pulled this idea from my 'see what sticks' fic masterdoc so... Take with that what you will.

'Hate is Cyclical, Broh' - 3,724 words | Ao3 Link Here!

Morty has mommy issues and Rick is kind of horrible. Lot o' pain.

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Morty grit his teeth, his jaw vibrating as they slipped together the wrong way. He clenched his trembling fists harder, one around the cool metal of his gun and the other gripping the jagged stone. He could feel the warm tickle of blood in his palm.

The boy stared blankly ahead into the garage, his grandfather plopping his loafers unceremoniously on the concrete as he exited the portal behind them. There was a distinct ‘pop’ as the opening snapped shut. Morty watched as the haunting green glow disappeared from the shadowed clutter around them.

Rick grumbled something about his flask and shuffled over to the switches on the far side of the room. The harsh white lighting made the room feel too bright too suddenly. Morty squinted. His eyes had barely adjusted to the darkness.

Morty turned to the shelf, back to where Rick moved to search beneath the workbench for whatever bottle of liquor he’d been topping off his flask with that day, and waited. He stared ahead blankly, eyes boring into the beige surface of the cardboard box in front of him. Any minute now, his autopilot would kick on.

Nothing happened.

Morty almost felt frustrated, a bubble of a scream dying in the back of his throat and the twitch of some violent outburst fizzling out at the tips of his fingers. The sound and movement were equally frozen by the invisible tension stretching through his insides.

The teen noted the odd numbness of his forehead; the detachment from the stinging of his injured palm, almost like it were screaming out to him through a pillow; the foggy drone of ‘clanks’ and ‘pangs’ as Rick rattled around in cabinets; the pull of panic in his chest.

He found himself thinking of Beth, familiar thoughts playing over and over again through a weird fog he couldn’t clear up. They pulled at that tightness in his chest, creating a weighted vacuum he let pull him tighter. He realized he could smell where a flame had singed its way through his shirt, the skin beneath the hole of molten polyester burning in a dull throb.

Morty jumped as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Cringing away from the touch out of instinct— secretly relieved for the permission it gave his body to move— he turned to look at Rick out of the corner of his eye.

‘Are you even listening to me, Morty?’ Rick snapped bitterly. To Morty, the words were muffled as they bounced off of his ears. He turned to face Rick fully, staring ahead into the tattered blue fabric covering the elder’s chest. He watched it rise and fall as he continued. ‘I’m going to ask one more time, so pay attention. Did you move my green bottle?’

‘Hm?’ Morty murmured, trying to slip past his mental block and sort through his memories, retracing his steps as well as he remembered them. ‘The alcohol?’ Rick gave an exasperated nod, rolling his eyes and tapping his empty, rattling flask against his upper thigh impatiently. ‘Did you look under the sink?’

‘Why would it be there?’ Rick replied, a tone to his voice that would’ve made Morty nervous when they’d first met, but now washed over the teen in an unimpressive wave of annoyance. ‘Did you move it?’

Morty flicked his eyes over to the floor beneath the sink, noticing the neck of the bottle peeking over a frayed box brimming with a chaotic jumble of colorful wires.

The younger gestured with his chin. ‘Yeah, see? It’s right there.’

He all but shoved his gun in Rick’s direction before moving to pick up the bottle. He placed the stone on the edge of the sink. He’d almost forgotten about that. The item and his palm were sticky with a goopy coat of semi-coagulated blood.

How long had he been holding it?

Rick seemingly forgot about the evasion of his questions, suddenly at Morty’s side in one swift movement. The sound of Rick’s vertebrae popping resounded around the garage as he crooked his willowy frame to loom over Morty.

The scientist’s brow was furrowed as lines of concentration deepened his wrinkles. Morty noticed how sallow his face looked, his skin like a thin sheet spread over a harshly-angled skull. His bloodshot eyes looked pointedly down at Morty’s hands where his grandson’s scarred fingers stretched along the bottle’s neck. From experience, Morty knew Rick’s expression meant one of three things: anger, concern, or intense focus.

Rick tucked Morty’s gun into his waistband and worked the bottle from Morty’s grip, reaching around the teenager to set it on the top of the washing machine.

‘God, Morty,’ Rick scolded underneath his breath, taking Morty’s hand into his own calloused palm and turning it up to better expose the wound.

Morty winced for show. He barely felt the cut reopen. He noticed his hand was turning patchy swathes of blue where his skin wasn’t obscured by the thick coating of blood.

‘How tight did you grab that thing?’ Rick wondered out loud, reaching over with his left hand and turning on the hot side of the tap. Surprisingly steady fingers tweaked the cold knob, feeling of the stream before his chin bobbed in a tight nod. ‘Okay. Just hold it under there for a minute.’ He pushed Morty’s hand toward the water, turning to rummage through a storage bin he’d abandoned haphazardly on the far corner of the bench. ‘Goddamn idiot kids. Tell ‘em to hold something and they forget they have pockets.’

‘Mmmm,’ Morty hummed. Tepid water flowed over his palm and traveled down the drain in a pink swirl.

After a moment, Rick’s attention returned to Morty. The elder had pulled a metal, box-shaped container from the bin. The permanent marker scrawled along the front formed a sloppy blend of elongated symbols— some alien language jumbled with chicken scratch. Even Morty, who had plenty of experience deciphering Rick’s handwriting, couldn’t quite make it out. That didn’t say much, though. Morty tried, once again, to blink away the blur at the edges of his vision.

‘I’m tired,’ Morty said, quiet and monotonous. He looked up at Rick disinterestedly, who was too focused on his task to reply.

Rick turned off the water and pulled up his rolling chair. Sitting down with a groan, he gestured for Morty to bring his hand over with a wave. Morty glanced over the contents of the kit as Rick’s nimble fingers laid it out on a small section of clutter-free workspace. There were patches of gauze, a couple of vials of a bright purple goo, and a comically large syringe half-full with a clear, bubbling liquid.

Rick rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the syringe, and stuck the needle into one of the vials. He carefully pulled some of the goo into the syringe, the purple initially spreading like fireworks into the clear, but eventually coalescing into a light blue.

Morty closed his eyes. Rick’s rough grasp gently squeezed his wrist. Soon, he felt the prick of the syringe in the side of his hand. An unfamiliar but not unpleasant buzz radiated through his palm.

Rick pulled away and Morty listened to the rustling of items being put away. When Morty opened his eyes, the wound was nothing more than a scratch, the blue patches having been replaced by the typical rosy pink of his flesh. He stretched his fingers.

‘Never— and I mean never — let one of those things break the skin again,’ Rick paused to shoot Morty a serious look before reaching into his lab coat and thrusting a band-aid in the younger’s direction. Morty took it, instinctively peeling the wrapper away and securing the plaster to his palm. ‘They’ll kill you in eight hours max, and that’s an issue if we get separated.’

Morty nodded, the pair quickly devolving into a brief awkward silence.

It always got like this when Rick tried to be responsible. They both knew that valuing Morty’s safety would mean not willingly putting him in the position to die a ridiculously painful death at least three times a week, but Rick’s hidden talent was walking right up to the point and steamrolling over it, no matter the topic.

Rick patted his knees, giving Morty a once-over, and stood. The scientist stretched his arms out over his head, then stalked in the direction of the kitchen door. His hand hovered over the switch.

Morty stood still, again. Like a deer caught in headlights, he stared at the wall ahead, that numb trance sucking him back in. He felt even less grounded without the sting of the injury.

Rick sighed. ‘Come on, dipshit. I’m starving.’

‘You don’t have to have me there to eat,’ Morty snapped, crossing his arms.

‘If we don’t at least pretend these things matter, everything falls apart. That’s what I’ve always told your mother.’ Rick smirked slightly— an involuntary gesture that always appeared when he passed on something he found particularly enlightened.

Mom .

‘Rick?’ Morty said, sounding small.

‘Yeah?’ Rick replied tightly, irritation nipping at the edges of his tone. His stomach growled, something Morty would’ve found funny any other time.

‘Why does she hate me?’ Morty felt his eyes burn, the blur glazing over his vision again. He tried to fight from gasping in random bursts, pulling them through his nose.

‘Who?’ Rick asked, hand falling from the switch. He sounded softer, if not still hangry and confused.

‘Mom,’ Morty said, the action of speaking pulling the air he didn’t have from him. He gasped, wheezing with the effort it took to breathe. His hands came up to clutch at his throat and Rick dove towards him.

Rick threw himself to his knees, grasping Morty’s shoulders and shaking him.

‘Oh shit,’ Rick said, pulling back unsteadily and patting over his coat. ‘I’m so sorry. I think you’re—you must be having a reaction to the serum. Fuck .’

‘N—No,’ Morty tried, lowering himself to the ground and pulling his knees up to his chin. He closed his eyes, focusing on calming his ragged breathing.

Rick narrowed his eyes, sitting limply on his knees as Morty rocked back and forth.

What air Morty did have left in his lungs was pushed out of him in a single wheezing sob. His chest ached as he tried to heave air in around the growing lump in his throat. He pressed his hands into his eyes until he saw stars, hoping to push the tears back into his throbbing skull. They spilled over his cheeks anyway– hot and sticky and gross. Suddenly, in the dancing static coating his vision, he saw his face– cold and dead, staring up blankly through a thin layer of dirt.

‘Fuck,’ he sighed, his voice breaking. He just wanted Beth. He just wanted a hug. His shoulders shook violently back and forth. ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . Rick, please make it stop.’

Morty glanced up as Rick bit the inside of his cheek. The elder looked gravely contemplative, throwing a quick look at the washing machine.

A sudden, terrifying thought began circling in Morty’s head.

What if Rick offered him that stuff?

As scary as it was, Morty found himself hoping it to be true.

If not the bottle… something, right? He has a way to help me, right? Oh god.

He could hear the click of his own tongue reverberating in his skull as the thought dissipated.

Finally, Rick shifted. He pressed his fingers into his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply. Morty felt the puff of air on his arms.

‘Don’t…’ Rick swallowed, reaching up to the bottle and pulling it down. It made an eerie scratching noise as he dragged it over the metal corner of the machine. ‘Don't tell your mom.’

Rick made to hand him the bottle, then abruptly pulled it back towards himself. ‘Or your dad… Or Gene… Or Summer.’

Seemingly satisfied, he nodded and handed Morty the bottle.

Morty wrapped both of his small hands around the base of the bottle, the glass a cool kiss to his sore palm. He tilted the tip of the bottle up to his nose, but found he couldn’t smell through the snot that had been accumulating while he cried.

‘I–Is this– ah… Is this safe?’ Morty said, interrupted by his own gasping.

Rick rolled his eyes and scoffed. Leaning back on his hands, he responded. ‘What do you take me for, Morty? You–You think I’m dumb enough to give you shit that’d kill you? Not that I’d get caught, but there goes a whole evening I could’ve been watching ‘Cake or Fake’ on covering up a tacky murder. We’re trying out serialization. That doesn’t make this a soap opera.’

‘Jesus– Okay. I’ll drink it,’ Morty huffed, bringing the bottle to his lips.

‘Just one good swig, buddy,’ Rick said, leaning forward slightly and raising his left pointer. ‘ One. ’

Morty took as deep of a breath he could manage, closed his eyes, and tipped the bottle. The liquid was warm and thick, coating his tongue. At first, it tingled surprisingly pleasantly, and Morty attributed the lack of taste to his stuffed nose. About three seconds after he’d swallowed– and approximately one second after Rick had snatched the bottle back– Morty suddenly felt a deep burning sensation run up his throat. Yelping, he reached out for Rick, only reaching his knee. Clenching hard, he coughed and sputtered. He heard Rick chuckle deeply above him, a heavy, calloused hand caressing the top of his head.

‘Yeauup,’ Rick started, surprisingly soft. ‘I should’ve warned ya. This one bites back. It only lasts a few seconds, though.’

Almost as if triggered by Rick’s words, Morty felt… fine . Hell, he felt more than fine! He felt a smile creep its way along his face, his eyes suddenly heavier, and his aching chest filled with relief.

‘Grandpa…’ Morty said, laughing under his breath. ‘What the fuck was that?’

‘Mindsoar spirit,’ Rick replied, pushing Morty away to stand up. He sat the bottle back on the washing machine and picked Morty up by his shoulders. He watched, brow cocked, as Morty tried to find his footing. ‘It’s the only traditional brew Pers knows how to make.’

‘Ahhhh,’ Morty said, making an exaggerated gesture to his head. ‘Vvvvery, uh… artisanal.’

‘Oh my god ,’ Rick winced, pinching his nose. ‘Please don’t speak at dinner. I’ll…’ He looked up in thought, tapping his chin. Morty thought the flickering garage light made him look like he was glowing. ‘I’ll tell them you saw some real shit today and you’re feeling introspective.’

‘You make me sound like such a nerd,’ Morty said, but nodded in assent anyway.

The two walked into the kitchen, Rick pulling open the door.

‘Don’t take it personally, kid,’ Rick called over his shoulder with a wink. ‘Takes one to know one.’

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It was late when Morty heard Rick tap on his door.

The fourteen-year-old had eaten three helpings of sweet potatoes and passed out in his room. He didn’t even know what time it was, just that he was still in his filthy clothes from earlier. He groaned, realizing his shoes had left big smears of muck on his sheets.

‘Come in,’ Morty called quietly, his voice croaky and weird. He was so thirsty .

He turned to his bedside table and wrapped thankful hands around a weeks-old glass of water. He chugged so quickly that he felt cool water run down his chin and onto his shirt.

The door hinges creaked and Morty watched as Rick stepped in. Morty sat the glass down with a ‘clink’, turning to where Rick was sitting at the foot of his bed. Morty was thankful he’d fallen asleep with his lamp on. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to see Rick’s serious expression.

He sat up straight, on guard.

‘Uhh…’ Morty rubbed sleep from his eyes frantically. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Yeah.’ Rick shrugged unconvincingly. Morty could smell the alcohol on him from here. He reeked .

‘Bro, c’mon,’ Morty said, scooting closer. ‘I–I’m your dawg, remember? You can tell me anything.’

‘Can I… ask you anything?’ Rick sounded oddly flat. Morty was scared.

The old man’s face looked ghostly, the dim yellow light pulling the edges of his face down to look almost… uncanny. Morty shivered.

‘Sure. Y–Yeah, uh, go ahead.’ Morty gave a tight-lipped smile he doubted was believable.

Rick somehow looked relieved, if only slightly.

‘Why do you think your mom hates you?’ Rick looked away, swaying forward and twiddling his thumbs. Morty tensed. ‘I mean, not–not that I care, or anything, but I–I’m, like, scientifically curious.’

‘From what standpoint are you curious?’ Morty raised an eyebrow.

‘Uh, I dunno, Morty ,’ Rick poked him in the chest. ‘Is it suddenly illegal to develop an interest in child psychology?’

‘Ugh,’ Morty rolled his eyes, placing his head in his hands. He looked back up, eyeing Rick’s pathetic state. ‘You’re hopeless.’

‘Just answer the question or… I’m counting this as an adventure,’ Rick looked annoyingly proud of himself.

Fuck it, Morty thought.

‘Why wouldn’t I would be a better question,’ He grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back on the headboard.

‘Aw, but–but she’s going through a lot, y’know,’ Rick slurred, flopping back on the bed and letting his feet dangle off the side. He and Morty’s bodies lay perpendicular to one another.

Morty pursed his lips and took a second to breathe. ‘Yeah…’

‘Shit like that’s weird,’ Rick continued. Morty resigned to a night of drunk rambling. He slipped off his shoes and pulled his blanket up over him, doing his best to get comfortable. ‘P–Parents are… weird . Don’t–Don’t you think I’m trying to��to, uh… talk up parents to you, okay, Morty? I hate parents! But– But , Beth hates me… D’ya see what I’m getting at?’ Rick threw one arm up in the air, drawing a circle. ‘Cycle.’

Morty actually did. ‘Yeah…’ He cleared his throat. ‘I just want her to… to… want me? ’ Morty blinked back tears. ‘I want to be… enough. I want to like her, at least. What if I never like her? What if I die thinking she’s a–a–a drunk asshole with daddy issues?’

Rick whistled, drawing the circle again pointedly. ‘Cycle.’

Morty was getting frustrated again. He tucked chilly feet under Rick’s back.

‘But why does it happen, you know?’ Morty waited. Rick didn’t respond. Morty wound a fist in his hair and continued, now whisper-yelling. ‘And—And why does it seem to affect everyone ? Like, everyone has a shitty parent, somehow! Is it being human that makes it this bad? I mean, did it become natural to our species to just fuck each other up, or is it just part of getting older?’ He waved his other hand exasperatedly in the air. He couldn’t tell if Rick was asleep or thinking with his eyes closed. He shook one of his feet, in turn shaking the old man. ‘Hellooo?’

‘God– Jeez. Give a guy a minute, you turd,’ Rick grumbled, swatting lazily in Morty’s general direction and missing. He clicked his tongue, then responded without opening his eyes. ‘I’m–I’ve been all over the galaxy, Morty, and–and I don’t think it’s a human thing. I don’t even know if it’s about growing up. I think part of being alive is getting it wrong the first time, no matter what you are.’

Morty thought about Rick’s words, picking at a stray thread on the blanket. He was surprisingly coherent. Maybe he wasn’t as drunk as he seemed. Morty hoped he wouldn’t remember this. ‘You’ve always said this is it, though. We get more than one life?’

‘No,’ Rick said, almost sounding offended. ‘We just get one. I—I mean, what was us continues to exist, but we’re no longer it, r–really. It’s just the building blocks of the body and mind, or–or something.’ Rick moved his hands dramatically as if searching for an example, but gave up. ‘I guess, statistically, all of those bits would eventually come back together at some point to make the same being, and all of those parts of us will continue to exist in everything, but we don’t stay the same shit until we–we die . We kind of… uh… become the things we eat and drink, and we shed off the old bits in a constant cycle. I’ve been through entirely new bodies, and so have you. Clones, etcetera. I’d say we’re still us. What we are is complicated. If it makes you feel better, though… Everything happens literally forever. Cycle . So… so will we! … I think. ’

Morty didn’t know if he liked that thought. He didn’t know if he wanted to know Rick forever. He didn’t know if he always wanted to be fourteen.

He didn’t know if he wanted to hate his mom… forever .

‘Me and you? L—Like, this moment? Us?’

Rick laughed, turning on his side and nuzzling into the mattress. He was facing Morty, but his eyes were still closed. ‘Yeah. For better or for worse, you’ll always know me, kiddo.’ Rick placed a hand on Morty’s calf. It burned. ‘Forever, over and over, no matter what.’

Morty scooted down, planting the back of his head on the pillow. Squeezing his eyes shut, he whispered, ‘Rick and Morty a hundred years, bro.’

‘Rick and Morty forever , technically.’ Rick’s voice rang in his ears. Morty felt sick.

‘So, like, why did you need that crystal, anyway?’ Morty asked, needing to think of something else.

Anything. Else.

‘Honestly?’ Rick was getting more difficult to understand– more muffled. ‘Joint pain. ‘s the best for it. I… thought I’d solved the problem by, uh… replacing the joints, but I didn’t think ‘bout how they’d grind down after a while. I can’t oil them while they’re in here.’ Rick’s hand tightened. Morty liked to imagine he had the self awareness to remember that replacing himself with mechanical substitutes was still a touchy subject.

‘Oh, that makes sense, I guess,’ Morty replied, feeling sleep pull at him again.

Part of him wanted to ask how many of his own joints were mechanical, but he could hear Rick’s breathing growing deeper. He wondered if Rick would die before he found out how much of his own flesh and blood had been replaced– or if he’d ever find out.

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#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #my fics

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cloudysfluffs · 1 year ago

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I love the way you drew Sam and Max in your art style! I hope you do more tk art of them (no pressure though draw what you want)

there is nothing id rather draw for you anon!!!! i LOVE making art of these two <3333333333

(dont worry, sam's got a sneaky way of escaping)

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

#tickle art #my art #SMAX!!!!!!!!!!#see i promised you all id draw them :p #i went through a phase in like 2021 (and again in 2022) where like. ALL i drew was art of sam getting wrecked #havent drawn these guys in ages tho!!!!!!!!! thanks for giving me an opportunity theyre genuinely some of my fave guys to doodle ever :3 #max is fine at the end btw hes just being a Drama Queen #sorry for the empty space around the images btw. i considered cropping it but i honestly just didnt feel like it lol #anyway #sam and max tickle #ler!max #lee!sam #thanks for the req anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!#snm is one of the 3 things im super into rn (the other two things being rick n morty and adventure time)#sooo......if you wanna see more of these guys or any of the guys from those listed fandoms then i would be down B)))#i mean i take reqs for anything in my fandom doc. im just more likely to do them if im super into them lol #like i have reqs for dh///mis stuff thats been sitting in my inbox for months #but i answered this in less than 24 hours #SORRY i have adhd blehh

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midnighmoonligh · 11 months ago

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Welcome to my page!

This page is mostly for regression writing, such as oneshots or head canons. I take requests while also writing on my own when I am in the mood to.

There isn't much to say, below will cover my rules for requesting, the fandoms I specialize in, fandoms I can write but don't specialize in, and what I write as well as a key. If you do not see your fandom, you are still welcome to ask! I'm willing to put in the research to learn how to write a character <33.

Don't support? Don't interact!

Masterlist Here!

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Not requesting 18+ / NSFW themes.

No age play, pet play, ddlg, ddlb, etc. Don't even interact if that's what you're here for (thank you).

Do not steal my writings or even use with credit.

Do not spam me, be patient for your request.

All subjects are allowed to be requested (meaning triggering topics are 100% okay to ask about!).

If I'm uncomfortable with writing a character (or fandom) you will be denied or not answered (I apologize).

I do take oc's, as long as you give me a basic description to go off of.

When requesting, please be clear about what you're wanting / asking. Details that are not given will be randomized.

I will not write most celebrities or reality TV shows. I will also not write for most adult shows such as Rick and Morty or big mouth.

I am uncomfortable writing tickling, lol.

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Specialized Fandom's

Call of Duty / CoD (most active)

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Genshin Impact

Honaki Star Rail

Voltron

South Park

Marvel

My Hero Academia / MHA

My little pony / MLP

Lookism

Viral Hit

Precure / Glitter Force

Percy Jackson

Lego Ninjago

Sander Sides

Ever After High

Monster High (original)

And more!

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Other Fandom's

Turning Red (picky)

Ghost's Band

Harry Potter (new to)

The Last Of Us / Tlou

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I do character + character, oc + character, y/n + character, and so on. I do not mind writing something like a little and multiple caregivers or the other way around and so on.

I'm comfortable writing potty accidents, diapers, and pull-ups but only within reason.

I do not write force regression without consent for comfort. If I do, it'll be angst and more realistic.

I'm 100% comfortable writing all genders and using all pronouns!

At the beginning part of my oneshots it'll have the characters, fandom, plot summary, and content warnings always.

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Or Check me out on ao3!

You can find my normal writing in @midmighmoomligh !

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#sfw agere #age regression #agere blog #age regressor #agere community #oneshot #blog rules #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace #sfw little community #writing #headcanon

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banned-for-horny · 3 months ago

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accidentally stumbling upon an ad for animated tickling videos while scrolling through a side character tag in rick & morty

#banned musing

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rickleftmehere · 11 months ago

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something that just tickles my brain right with Rick and Morty is the fact that I have no fucking clue what they’re planning to do with the show. There’s so many paths they could take. Also I love how they reveal Rick’s backstory at times and don’t make a big fucking spectacle of it like with Unity, I know they had bits and moments but they kinda just gave us the scene and then went back to classic rick and morty adventures idk if this makes sense to anyone else tho

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #c-137 #rnm theory #rnm post #rick and morty love #I love morty

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cosmic-ships · 7 months ago

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it's f/o question time again! ♡

if you had to assign each of your boys cartoons to watch [it can be anything at all, animated movies, anime, regular cartoons, etc etc] who would get what? ♡♡

OHHHHHHHH This is such a fun questions because I LOVE cartoons lmao

Kylo - This man loves Cybersix... because I love Cybersix and forced him to watch it with me hehehe He saw the appeal and got pissed when he realized it was only one season T_T feel my painnnn lol

Adam - Ren & Stimpy. He loves it because he said it's absurd...like him lmfao

Phillip - He likes The Simpsons! Gives him nostalgia for the chaotic family and the satire humor really tickles him :3

Jude - This man loves Adventure Time.. and so do I! it gives him entertainment but also moments to reflect as the show actually gets pretty friggin deep at times! <3 We do have regular AT binge watches eheh

Ronnie - He's a scooby-doo man lol 'cause its solving mysteries and sometimes its a bit supernatural much like the life he lives~! <3

Matt - Futurama.. .this boy said 'smash' the first time he seen Lela ldskjfldskjf He was expecting me to get all huffy but I went...ya know that's fair- same lol

Paterson - This boy loves the classic Tom and Jerry~ <3 It doesn't have a lot of dialogue and he appreciates the humor and art a lot. Why yes we do snuggle up on a sat or Sunday morning and watch cartoons :3

Charlie - Calvin and Hobbes. simply because he grew up with it and he's loved it ever since he was a little one~! :D

Mills - Rick and Morty, Rick and Morty, Rick and Morty Rick an-- (My personal favourite lkdfjdlsf) I actually made him watch the first season and I caught him binging season 2 after telling me the show was "stupid" :3c

Flip - [Spiderman theme slowly starts to intensifies in the background] My fault for this- I was watching and reading old comics and he brought some to work and now he's obsessed! LOL

#THIS WAS SO FRIGGIN FUN TO ANSWER THANK YOU KUROH! THIS PUT A SMILE ON MY SICK ASS FACE! <- not in the cool way... I actually have a coldlol #you had me under spell right from the start;#my favourite bad habit;#chaotic twinflame #I think I'm fallin'#those who slay together stay together #you my darling;#chaos in the mundane #just let me adore you #under a falling sky #it comes in threes #WOW I REALLY GOT 10 F/O HUH!? WHEN TF DID THAT HAPPEN ASLKFJDSLKFDS

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year ago

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Hi baby ❤️ here's something short to snack on while you are waiting ❤️ love you @mortysanchez

All those years - counting the ones where only they were not frozen in time as well -, all those adventures and manipulations and grooming, finally came to fruition.

He was the smartest man in the universe, in the whole multiverse, really, but even he didn't expect this to happen so quickly. His fucked up daughters really helped with this one, didn't they?

Well, their loss, his gain. None of them, nobody can have Morty anymore. The kid was his.

Having him there, in his bed where no one could disturb them, not without dying in the process, his calloused fingers softly touching the flushed skin, kissing him again and again-

It feels like something his alcohol-filled brain would come up with to torture him. But no. It was real. Not even in his dreams could he make Morty feel this realistic.

So warm, so pliant, so sweet. And all his to take.

The Beths managed to cut any ties that kept Morty from leaving, they pushed him too far away with their miscalculated decision that they pushed him right into Rick's arms.

And he would never let him go. Not ever. Morty was his.

He might have had a Beth before, his own daughter, but she died long ago. She wasn't the one who married to Jerry, and kept being in the toxic codependent relationship where they both fucked up their kids, nor the one who just left, wanting to follow his absent father's footsteps just to come back and fall into the same trap her other self did. No. They weren't his.

Morty. Only Morty was his, and Sum-Sum in her better days. But even she couldn't compare to his sweet, delicious little boy.

"I-it's okay, Mo-ourgh-ty. You did great. Y-y-you are such a good boy," he whispered against his grandson's lips, tasting the salty tears that just made him even sweeter.

"B-b-but what i-if-" Morty sobbed, weeping into Rick's lab coat where he buried his head.

It was a heady feeling to finally be the one who didn't make Morty cry, but the one he turned to for love. The misplaced trust would be always abused, but he would never turn him away. Not when having Morty completely at his mercy, alienated from his family and "friends" was what he wanted all along.

"Y-yes, baby boy, y-you are so good. Th-those bi-urp-tches know no-nothing about us! Th-they ju-ust want to tear us apart. But we- we are R-Rick and M-Morty for forever! Right, Mo-ourgh-ty? J-just you and me, forever."

Pushing his nose against Morty's head, smelling his caramel scented hair, his chest rumbled with hunger. The kind of hunger only Morty - tasting him, touching him, biting him, making him into his in every way, shape and form - could soothe.

"P-promise?" Morty asked, leaning away from Rick's neck so he could blink up with his Bambi eyes at the scientist.

"R-Rick and Morty, baby boy! Rick and Morty forever!" he whooped, tickling the young kid in his arms. He would make sure nothing could stop them. Not even death.

Not even Morty.

Not even himself.

"R-Rick," the boy whined, hiding his red cheeks in his grandfather's chest. "C-can y-y-you-" he stuttered.

"What, baby b-urp-oy?" he cooed.

"kzme," hissed Morty through his teeth, rushing it out so quickly Rick didn't understand a word of it.

He pushed his hand against Morty's head, pushing him a bit away so he could look at his enchanting grandson. "Mo-ourgh-ty?"

"K-kiss me?" The boy asked, his precious lips pouting, shoulders hunched over as if he was waiting for rejection.

As if Rick would ever do that now that Morty was his. His to keep, his to touch, his to kiss and his to use him however and whenever he wanted. And all Morty could do was to ask for more.

Rick didn't reply, not out loud at least. He leaned forward, kissing Morty like he'd never before, owning him completely.

His blood was boiling, his head was full of lust and desire and greed. Kisses weren't enough. He wanted to fully have Morty at his mercy, he wanted the boy to only be able to think about him.

Morty was his to savor, to devour him completely, be the only person who could ever hear those delicious sounds he made. To have his insatiable hormonal grandson at his mercy, to see how long it would take to exhaust him completely. He wanted to break him and rebuild him again and again and again.

And when - not that it would ever happen - he was done with him, Morty would never be able to look at someone else, because the only being who could ever satisfy him would be Rick.

His whole world would be Rick. Morty didn't need anybody else. Only Rick.

#rick and morty #rickorty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick and morty fanfiction #for my beloved foxy ❤️

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