#robot rick sanchez x reader

[t0rturedangel]

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐂-𝟏𝟑𝟕 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳; 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐎-𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 / 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬- 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘹𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 / 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ '𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘' 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬…

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦-𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦)

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮', 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳- 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑, 𝘢 17 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬'𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐙, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

› 〉OTHER CHARACTERS THAT HAVE NOT BEEN MENTIONED HERE CAN ALSO BE REQUESTED

[mortytheestallion]

can i have you?

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: Rick Sanchez x F!Reader, age-gap (older man/younger woman), unprotected sex PIV, angst, cunnilingus, fingering, canon typical violence, alcohol

“What’s that?” There’s a look of uneasiness painted on your face, a timid hand pointing at a seemingly dead robot that looks a little too much like Rick, well exactly like Rick, strewn across the garage floor in a puddle of oil.

Rick barely spares a glance over his shoulder before giving a gruff grunt.

“Morty pissed me off. It's a glorified family babysitter while I search for— while I focus on real shit.”

You think you’re gonna throw up. If that. . . thing, has been impersonating Rick for a couple of weeks then—

You can’t help the shriek that passes through your lips. Stomach churning, you don’t acknowledge the sound of glass shattering not 5 feet from where you stand. All you can do is stare at the shiny gold consisting of the robot’s body parts in horror.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Rick had already been in an irritated state like you’ve never seen. 5’o clock shadow, disheveled hair, and his lab coat seemed to be all that was holding him together.​ The mania had dissipated a couple of days ago, leaving nothing but piss and vinegar behind. 

“I fucked that thing.”

You’ve never seen Rick surprised as he slowly turns to face you, brow near his hairline. He’s speechless for the first time since he met you, yet it's gone as quickly as it came. His signature furrowed brow and twitching eye returned.

“What do you mean you fucked it?” It's full of venom. You can see his shoulders tense, white knuckles gripping the edge of the work bench. 

All you can do is stare at him, bound and gagged by your own dreadful realization. A beat passes before either one of you moves, Rick springs into action first. A string of explicatives leaves his mouth as he roughly clears the work bench, you cringe at the sound of clattering metal, but do not move. It feels like your feet have grown roots. 

It all makes sense now. The soft touches, the kindness, the supportiveness. It couldn’t have been Rick, it wasn’t. 

You can’t believe you didn’t realize it was a robot. His hands were cold, which was the only odd thing but Rick is odd. He normally runs like a space heater. You often wake up with all of your blankets on the floor, Rick starfished on the topsheet. He had been more tender though, attentive. You just thought time was changing him, making him softer. It seemed like family was making him more mellow, you thought maybe having you in his life brought out something in him. 

The shame and embarrassment washes over you like a flood. 

He picks up the robot with ease, throwing it onto the work bench like it weighs less than a feather. You’d be turned on in other, better circumstances. Your thoughts continue to race as Rick searches carelessly through boxes, throwing items over his shoulder at the workbench. He doesn’t seem to care if it hits the robot or not. 

Rick attaches what looks like jumper cables to each of the robot's nipples. You snort, instant regret shoots down your spine as Rick throws a glare at you. He presses a button and the robot jerks to life, cringing as he moans through the electrical current flowing through him.

“I thought you let me die, asshole.” He squints at Rick. His eyes widen when he realizes Rick is in no joking mood. 

“I programmed you to keep Morty busy not to fuck my gir— not to fuck her!” Rick thumb jabs in your direction, “Now I’m gonna fuck her, and make you watch.”

“Rick.” It's the first word you’ve been able to get out in a minute, the robot quietly sighs to himself during your staring contest with Rick. 

“Fine.” It comes out through gritted teeth, and he rips the cables off. The robot jerks as the light leaves its eyes. You feel a little guilty, this somewhat sentient creature dying because of your actions. Then again, Rick programmed it to be him, and it does seem to want to die. 

“What?” It's accusatory. Rick can’t believe the look on your face, you fucked a robot not him. Who are you to be on a high horse?

Your mouth is set in a grim line, tension oozes between the two of you. Rick’s chest heaves, he won’t break before you do. 

“What exactly was your plan with the robot? You thought I wouldn't initiate sex?” You break, chewing on your lip. Rick’s eyes briefly flicker towards it before meeting yours again. His hands are balled into fists.

“S-sorry I expected you to actually use that thing in your head, you know the brain?” Your mouth falls open at his jab, “Mouth o-open again? Gonna stick the dead robot dick in it, sweetheart?” 

There's tears in your eyes. All of the cautious trust you’ve built over the last couple washed away in a matter of seconds. Serves you right, you think.

He takes a swig of his flask, angry eyes betraying the calm demeanor he’s trying to portray. You can’t help it as the tears fall, you watch him soften a bit as you sniffle before the coldness returns. 

“Tears d-don’t work on me bab— sweetie, or did the robot fuck you dumb?” You know he’s just being mean because he’s hurt. 

It doesn’t make it any less upsetting though. You both stand your ground. 

You play it up a little, calling his bluff. Sniffles turn to sobs, you watch as his resolve slowly begins to crumble. He shifts his weight several times before he tosses the flask over his shoulder and moves in your direction. 

“C’mere,” his thumbs briefly wipe the tears off your cheeks before his lips meet yours. It’s uncharacteristically soft for him, a little too on brand for the robot. You push the thought to the back of your mind, enjoying how warm his body is pressed against yours. 

He gets a little rougher. You gasp as your back hits the work bench, so engrossed in the feeling of his teeth biting your neck you didn’t even notice him guiding you over. 

Rick’s hands are gripping your waist so tight you’re sure there’ll be handprint shaped bruises on your hips in the morning. The thought of it makes you moan, and he tenses slightly before continuing his way down your torso. 

He gets his hands under your thighs. Calloused hands meet plush skin as he leverages you up on the counter, you yelp as you land on the cold counter. 

“Gon–gonna make you forget all about him, sweetheart,” He mutters, rucking the material down your legs. He’s gonna show you how much he cares about you in the only way he can. He stops for a minute to grab you by the nape of your neck and kisses you, really kisses you. He bathes in the soft moans he manages to pull from you between kisses, continuing his previous goal as he bites his way down your neck and chest. 

Rick drags your ass to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees. He bites back a curse, his joints too old to be doing shit like that but damn if he wasn’t gonna worship you in a way that matters. Matters to him.

He runs a finger up your slit, savoring how wet you are for him after nothing but a couple kisses. It inflates his ego like you wouldn’t believe. 

You mewl as he breaches you, two slender fingers twisting inside you. You arch into his touch, wiggling for as much contact you can milk from him. 

“Please, Rick, d-don’t tease,” you plead, his eyes search your face. He curls his fingers up, hitting you where you’re soft and spongy, reveling in the way you melt in his hands. Rick uses his other hand to spread your knees wide. He can’t help the noise that escapes his throat at the sight of you. 

He picks up his pace and you squirm, your hips chasing as much pleasure as you can. His cock presses uncomfortably against the seam of his pants as he feels you clench around his fingers. Beads of sweat pepper your hairline as you ride his fingers, becoming more desperate the longer he denies you release. 

You practically scream the minute you feel his mouth on your clit. Your orgasm rips through you like a live wire. Your thighs shake, momentarily blacking out as the pleasure overwhelms you. 

When you come down, Rick is staring at you intently. 

“Can I have you?” It's loaded. You know what he means, he’s asking for permission before continuing but there’s more underneath this time. He might even be more upset than you about the robot fucking, and you know Rick’s no saint. Your lip quivers. His stare never leaves your face.

You nod. He’s on you faster than you can process post-orgasm. 

He kisses you again. It's softer this time, one hand holds your jaw softly while the other undoes his belt. He desperately shoves his pants down as if having you will solve all his problems. Maybe it will.

Rick fists himself as he smears his cock against your entrance. You moan, overstimulated and fucked out. He holds himself back, it's not in his nature to go slow. Your hips buck involuntarily as he slides to the hilt, his head drops to your shoulder with a groan. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in without warning, “Bet he didn’t fuck you like this, huh?” He quickens his pace and you grip his shoulders, hips dragging with what little strength you have to meet him.

He thrusts as deep as he can to get you to writhe and whimper. 

“C’mon,” He pants, “Just one more for me, honey, I know you can do it.” It's creeping up on you, twisting down your spine. He angles his hips to spear his cock into you just like you need, and it's enough. 

Rick’s hips stutter as you clench around him, gripping your hips to deliver the brutal thrusts you need as you ride through your orgasm. 

He comes shortly after with a grunt as you flutter along his length. 

“I’d have fucked a robot sooner if it meant you’d fuck me like that.”

The glare is worth it.

[cyberstrm]

rick sanchez x gn!reader

rick's ship landed in the smith's driveway with an ominous clunk. you both got out, and entered the garage.

today's adventure had been fun, but you had taken more damage than usual. limping slightly, you leant against his workbench as he began silently working on something, as usual. conversation was usually stark between the two of you, but it was comfortable. you enjoyed each others presence enough to not need to fill every moment with talk.

you felt yourself begin to sway, a dizzying wave rolling over you. you looked down, and saw the entire left side of your stomach was stained with blood.

"shit..." you breathed, and the pain suddenly hit you.

"you say something, babe?" he turned to look at you and his eyes widened. "shit, what the fuck happened to you?"

"shut up.." you breathed, feeling your legs begin to give out. "...and just fix it..."

your legs gave out, and rick managed to catch you. "fuckin' idiot- garage, fix them."

the garage's robotic arms released from the ceiling and painlessly cauterised the wound, before stitching it quickly. the arms set you down, and you sat on the cool floor, breathing deeply.

rick knelt opposite you, taking swigs from his hip flask.

"feelin' better, buttercup?" he slurred, patting your cheek affectionately.

"shut up, sanchez." you smirked.

[mrssoloride]

Meeting yourself from another reality. (aka being annoyed by yourself)

[sfn-tms]

Kano Headcannons

Kano was a risky choice because I both hate and like him. I know people like to imagine him having a soft side (especially in x reader fanfics), but that seem out of character. That doesn't mean I don't like those fanfics tho

Kano was the type of kid that was both a nerd and a bully

His father was abusive and an alcoholic and soon he realized they had a lot in common

His responses were often agressive and he found from a very young age the joy in making people suffer

People didn't like being around him, but he didn't care. It was better! It was only him

Soon enough, being alone and cruel weren't enough and he started searching problems and fights

He lost his eye in his 20s and, kinda like Rick Sanchez, being the engineering and mathematical genius he is; Kano both designed and made his robotic eye

He's the type of guy that, when in front of a lesbian couple, proposes a threesome to show them what 'a real man' is or to make them straight

He's messy and he loves it

Horrible coworker

The idea of people being disgusted by his actions makes him laugh

Kano has at least two knives in every room in his house

He has a mermaid tattoo in his butt cheeck. No regrets