#unless they pull a rick and morty w this. i will not explain what i mean

[ambreiiigns]

[sadly] soul eater again

[444tsumu]

HAPPY 100 MARS!!!/&/&: AHHH! okay so i’d love a tier three if you didn’t mind! i wanted to know which 3 characters would smoke ouid and what you think smoking with them would be like? ily tysm!

▭ WHICH CHARACTERS SMOKE WEED?

includes matsukawa, hanamaki, suna

warnings drug use, explicit content, doing things under the influence, implied sexual content, slight nsfw.

authors note lol ik some people don’t like the whole “w*ed” and dr*g use hc but it’s all fiction and based on my own personal opinion (: i don’t mean to offend anyone lol i smoke too <3

This is a long one, beware <3 also it’s also my dream blunt rotation LMAO

                          𖥻 MATSUKAWA, ISSEI !

definitely the philosophical stoner

always has a question or an answer

depends on how much he’s smoked though

eyes get really red and he looks really hot

prefers backwoods over regular papers

always smoked regular papers though bc woods are bad for you (:

does that thing where they lick the paper and look at you at the same time

the hottest man smoking ever god please

always makes sure to have you sitting on his left so that he passes it to you first

loves smoking people out

doesn’t really care if you put in money or not

if issei is around, everyone is getting high

smokes makki’s unemployed ass out like everyday lmao

loves to hotbox

lights you up for the first time and tries to get you into another galaxy

“if you’re gonna get high, at least do it right”

definitely funny as fuck when he’s high

always definitely ready to fuck

very touchy when he’s high

will hold on to you for a long time and forget he’s doing it

but if you make him let go he genuinely feels the skin contact nearly rip off

calm down mattsun your possessiveness is showing

tries to explain all the different types to you but forgets mid sentence

literally cannot formulate a single structured thought

definitely leans in to make out with you more than once

loves shotgunning with you

already lazy but when he’s zooted he’s UNBEARABLE

he really does wanna fuck but ends up smoking too much with you because you played chicago and forgot

doesn’t really get hungry for food but munchies?

ate all of the snacks

has no remorse for his actions either

stares into the deep nothing for like 10 minutes

just to snap out of it and look around suspiciously

“do you guys hear that….?”

“…..no?”

“………..the paint is screaming at me?”

ok buddy don’t ruin this for everyone else

knows how to french & ghost inhale

has argued with makki many times over the earth being flat

doesn’t really think it’s flat

ends up believing it is after makki told him the world was actually dome shaped

has a grinder shaped like a dragon ball

not a peer pressuring kinda guy but thinks everyone should get high at least once

definitely gets iwa and oikawa to try

loves getting oikawa high cause he thinks the guy is fucking hilarious

laughs at everything

just a great guy, especially when he starts smoking

falls into a weed coma and doesn’t wake up for like 3 days though

treats it like it’s a regular hangover

definitely falls asleep with his entire body on top of you and no remorse for the weight

says “i’m fried” and isn’t embarrassed about it for whatever reason

he’s hot so no one judges him

                      𖥻 HANAMAKI, TAKAHIRO !

definitely a comedian when he’s high

always the funniest guy in the room

when him and mattsun are together though?

undefeated

him and issei both smoked for the first time together

after that though?

they became unstoppable

don’t get me started with after volleyball season ended

prefers bongs because he thinks he looks cooler lmao

everyone assumes makki is high but they don’t know he actually gets high

offers to smoke you out cause you’re hot lmao

makes fun of you when you cough

even though he still coughs

hates hotboxing because he can’t handle it

but refuses to pussy out so he’s always the first one to agree

in his own words

“my mother didn’t raise no bitch”

makki please

ideal smoking partner

is one of those people that fuck the passing rotation up because he refuses to pass it to anyone but you

secretly does it because he doesn’t want anyone else’s lips touching yours

prefers to smoke with just his close friends but doesn’t mind a session

doesn’t like shotgunning cause he starts thinking his breath smells bad

gives in anyways because he doesn’t want you doing it with anyone else

loves when you put your legs on him

the pressure gives him chills

makes jokes 24/7 because he likes hearing you laugh

can’t french inhale but mattsun taught him how to ghost inhale and he hasn’t stopped since

takes videos of himself cause he thinks he looks cool

realizes he looks like a fucking idiot but fuck it we ball

falls into a weed coma with his head on your lap and his phone unlocked and still on

does that thing where he lights it up with it in his mouth and looks really fucking hot while doing so

has a breaking bad rick & morty rolling tray and is really proud of it

gets really into music when he’s high

will sing along to all the songs while he’s packing the bong

as i repeat

looks hot while doing so

definitely a hungry high

orders food before you even get to ask

“makki, want some snacks?”

“oh nah it’s cool, i already ordered mcdonald’s”

“????? we just finished smoking????”

prefers smoking over drinking but will do both when he wants to go big or go home

eyes get really low

talks kinda slow but really deep and it’s fucking hot

laughs by throwing his head back and it’s really cute

gets cold when he’s high

it doesn’t matter the season

he gets fucking cold and it makes no sense

so he’ll need your body heat to warm himself up (;

                            𖥻 SUNA, RINTAROU !

a confused high

no doubt about it

this man never knows what the fuck is going on

ik everyone complains about the stoner!suna hc

but i think it’s fucking hot lmao

always has like 2 blunts rolled and on him at all times

is one of those people that will use any excuse to do it

“……(sighs) i’m gonna go take a smoke break.”

“suna we just got here??”

“exactly”

likes joints and edibles the best

not much of a hungry high or munchie high

but he hyperfixates on a certain food and will eat it until there is nothing left

ate an entire pack of gum in one sitting before

definitely watches cartoons the minute he starts to feel the buzz

rarely talks unless to pass it to you or make a single joke that has you about to pee yourself

he doesn’t say much but when he does?

the man leaves an impact

hates smoking with other people

doesn’t like when they fuck his blunt/joint up

hates smoking joints rolled by other people unless he watches them do it

always complains when you ask to smoke with him but secretly loves it

shotguns with you and acts like nothing just happened

hello sir how dare you make me fall inlove like that

forgets everything so don’t try to say anything important to him

zones out because he’s too busy imagining fucking

but then forgets about fucking and starts thinking about what’s on the tv

can’t hold a conversation but will go in-depth as to why spongebob squarepants was more than just a sponge

“no you need to listen to me, patrick star is much more than just his best friend—”

“….rin what the fuck are you talking about?”

“you’re asking me like i know? pass the blunt.”

definitely got into smoking in high school but didn’t actually do it like that until college

lies on his drug tests lmao

smokes after every win as a celebration and smokes after ever loss as a reliever

lmao seek help sir

definitely tries to get you to take your shirt off when he’s in the moment

swears it’s because he’s doing you a favor but really just loves how you look in his clothes when he’s high

doesn’t really know when to stop because he’s never greened out before

all his supplies is a simple shade of black

he’s a simple man

can do all the smoke tricks

but won’t do it in front of anyone cause he hates when people point it out

likes hotboxing because it gets him higher faster

is actually friends with the guy he gets weed from lmao

his perfect date with you was that one time you guys stood home and did nothing but smoke and watch family guy

tears up every time he thinks about it

has a picture of himself with two blunts in his mouth and his eyes really red and it’s really fucking hot

giggles even though he tries not to

uses pens when he can’t physically have weed on him

doesn’t really like it because the pen high makes him knock out after a few pulls

once rin falls into a weed coma???

don’t even think about trying to contact him cause that man might as well be dead

doesn’t wake up to save his own damn life

you can smack him and the most he’d do is probably groan and turn his head lmao

[hoodoo12]

Empirical Evidence

I received a request from the lovely @ravenousscorpian for a rarely-seen Rick: Lab Rick! He was an interesting guy to write about . . . and I apologize in advance for . . . some stuff.

Enjoy!

NSFW, Lab Rick/reader

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Gods, this place was a sty.

“Rick! Where are the gloves?”

“Wh-what?” he belched back, from the front counter.

“Where. Are. The. Gloves?!”

“The wh-what? I’m busy with a customer right now!”

You swore under your breath. This lab was a mess. The man running it was brilliant, but also borderline mad-scientist and you could never find anything you needed . . . there was stuff scattered everywhere in little piles, and nothing was organized. You’d agreed to take this job because you thought the work sounded interesting, but you hadn’t realized how frustrating it was going to be. Ricks may be fun sometimes and you’d always had a secret little fantasy about them, but this was a different beast entirely.

This area was his work space and his living space, and each spilled over into the other.

“I need gloves! There is no way I’m going this dissection with my bare hands!” you shouted back to him.

You heard him grumbling at you, and about you, probably. You didn’t care that he had another Rick at the counter, looking to upgrade his Mortys. He had asked you to dissect and make some impression smears of a tissue sample--you didn’t ask where the tissue came from; you figured it was better not to know--but that was even more reason not to touch the things without gloves.

Well, if he wanted to take his sweet time getting you proper safety equipment, you would start clearing off this work space.

You actually managed to make a dent in the problem too, by the time he’d walked away from the front of his place, where the public was allowed. Maybe this counter wasn’t going to meet sterility requirements, but at least there wasn’t random equipment, vials, and other assorted junk cluttering it up.

“What the f-f-fuck were you shouting about?” Rick grumped as he rounded the corner to where you were.

He pulled up short when he saw what you’d done.

“The fuck?!” he exploded. “You’re moving my-my-my stuff around?! You’re disrupting valuable experiments, valuable information--”

You refused to be cowed. “I cleaned the shit off this counter, Rick! There were no experiments going on here, unless you were measuring how much dust could collect on the equipment! You hired me to help you out, asshole, but I can’t do it in this disgusting environment!”

Rick’s mouth twisted into a scowl and he glared at you from over the customized glasses he wore. He didn’t reply to that, however. Instead, he stomped over to another junk covered countertop and rummaged until he located a box of procedure gloves. Peevishly he yanked two out and tossed them to you.

“Here--”

“Thank you,” you cut him off sarcastically, as you pulled them on. They were too large.

The inarticulate noise that came from him made you glance up curiously.

“Did you say something?”

There was an odd expression on his face that he tried hard to wipe off, back into distain.

“No,” he replied, but his voice was a croak.

You looked him over for a moment, then shrugged and turned back to the task assigned to you. With enough room to work and the proper safety precautions, it shouldn’t take you too long to get this done. However, with the fingertips of the damn gloves being too loose, you knew that you were going to get frustrated quickly trying to handle delicate instruments, or you were going to break the glove and contaminate yourself.

“Goddamn it!” you swore half under your breath. Without turning around, you raised your voice and shouted back to Rick, “Do you have any gloves that’ll actually fit me?!”

“Yeah,” he replied, right at your shoulder.

You jumped. You had no clue he’d stayed in the room, let alone silently came up behind you.

“Cripes, Rick! What do you think you’re doing--” you started to grouse.

“Here’s some new gloves, baby,” Rick interrupted, offering them up. That odd expression was back on his face: a little too interested, his eyes a little too intense. His lips were shiny too, and he licked away excess drool as you watched him.

“. . . okay,” you replied slowly.

You took them from his hand. Your fingers brushed his, and he jumped too, as if there had been an arc of static electricity between you. You decided to ignore all this sudden weirdness and unceremoniously removed the first pair of gloves that had been too large, off. You tossed them into the wastebasket.

Carefully, since these were a tighter fit, you pulled the first new glove onto your hand. By habit, you flexed your fingers to make sure the nitrate had formed to you correctly.

“I don’t like these new gloves as much as the old latex ones,” you said aloud, just making conversation since Rick was still standing so close. “They just feel thicker, you know? Like I don’t have as much dexterity.”

“It’s . . . ah . . . it’s all good, baby,” Rick replied in a low, hesitant voice so out of character you looked over at him.

His gaze was riveted to your hands. Drool had collected again on his lower lip. And he was wearing protective lab clothing, but he shifted on his feet and you’d been around enough to be pretty sure the movement was to hide an erection.

He didn’t see you raise your eyebrows. Several thoughts raced through your head: he was turned on by this? He was turned on by this! Do you ignore it? Do you crack a joke? Dare you admit you were kind of, sort of, attracted to Ricks? You standing here frozen was getting awkward--

Rick noticed.

He managed to tear his eyes away from your half-gloved hands, and looked you in the face. He seemed to be able to read the conflictions you had in your head.

“W-w-why don’t you . . . uhm . . .” he started to say in the same deep voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Why don’t you put the other one on, baby?”

There was no denying the lust in his voice this time.

You threw all caution to the wind.

“Like this, Rick?” you asked impishly, as you pulled the second glove onto your other hand. Once it was on, you held your hands up but touching fingertip to fingertip, as if they were sterile and you were preparing to head into surgery.

His breath caught in his throat. Again it was a struggle for him to stop looking at your gloved hands and into your eyes.

“Are you, are you--you better not just be teasing me!” he growled.

“What, this?” you replied, gently rubbing your hands together coyly. The resulting sound seemed overly loud, but that was only because Rick had gone completely still and the only other thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was nervousness or excitement that was making your heart start to race.

You watched Rick take a breath in through his mouth while enraptured by the motion of your hands. He was breathing faster, and you could guess his pulse had sped up too.

He swallowed and finally replied, “Yes, baby . . . that.”

Taking a risk, you stepped closer into his personal space.

“If you are--if you are being a cocktease, I-I’ll throw y-you out of here--those Ricks out there? Those Ricks’ll be on you like a, a pack of wild d-d-dogs,” he stuttered angrily.

“And what if I’m not?” you whispered.

His mouth gaped. You smirked and did two things simultaneously: you stroked his cheek with your gloved hand, and you pressed the other into his groin. With his apron on you couldn’t feel much but the bare impression of his cock, but it was unmistakable.

Rick gasped.

“I don’t want to be thrown out of here, Rick,” you exclaimed in a falsely girlish tone.

He shook his head and lifted his lip, and his next words were angry, not turned on. “Don’t use that fucking voice with me. I wanted you here because you’re not a sweet little airhead who’s looking for some “daddy” to take care of her. You’re capable, you-you-you’ve got fire in you, and you’re fucking hot. A trifecta of everything I want.”

That was the most honest assessment you’d ever heard from him. It was startling, and very, very arousing.

He grabbed you and pulled you off your feet. Falling against him, his respirator dug into your chest. In a quick movement, he yanked it off over his head, which dislodged all his other headgear, and he dropped everything to the floor in an untidy, uncaring heap. You may have just gotten some insight to why his place was so messy--

Rick devoured your mouth without waiting to see if you were ready.

His tongue was demanding. His breath was hot, when he pressed kissed to your cheeks and neck. A deep moan escaped you, and you felt him grin against your skin.

Suddenly there was too much clothing between you.

Stripping quickly meant sleeves turned inside out, trousers caught on shoes, and everything was dumped haphazardly wherever. He paused long enough to tell you to leave the gloves on. You glanced over to the cot he’d set up in ‘bedroom’ of the room, but Rick read your mind again and told you,

“No, it’s too far away, I wanna fuck you here!”

You chuckled at his eagerness.

Mostly nude now, your encased hands roamed his slender body. They encountered random stitches in random places, which was odd. Rick muttered that he’d explain those later, come on baby, don’t leave me hanging--

Ignoring the sutures for the moment, you grasped his cock and gave him a tug. Rick cried out in ecstasy. You repeated the motion and earned the same response. He really did have a thing for those gloves.

He didn’t neglect you, however. When he was able to catch his breath, his own fingers slipped between your legs, stroking and circling the nub that made you keen in pleasure.

Neither of what you or he did with your hands was exactly what you wanted, so in only a few moments, he spun you around, pushed you over so your chest was on the newly cleaned countertop, and moved between your legs. He used the same hand he’d stimulated you with to stroke and find your entrance, and after a second’s fumbling behind you, he popped his hips forward and his cock filled you.

You arched upward and cried out.

Rick held your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. You didn’t care about that; the pleasure of having him inside you was the most vital thing right now. You tried to match his pace, tried to lift your pelvis so you could make it better for him, but he didn’t seem to need that. He fucked you in quick, pounding snaps of his hips. Each thrust was divine.

It was so quick and dirty and unexpected that you swore and begged for more as he continued. He grunted in time with his own movements. “Give me your hands!” he demanded, at one point.

You tried to comply, but he didn’t slow his pace and it was hard to push yourself up off the counter. And you were fast approaching an orgasm, which made it doubly difficult.

Your pussy tightened around him. His wordless moans hitched higher, so you knew he felt the difference, and when his hand managed to slip to your front to press against your clit, you exploded in pleasure.

Rick let you ride that wave for a long time, not moving, with his cock buried in you, until you slumped.

When he began moving again, it stimulated you enough again that this time, you begged him to stop. He did with a bit of a protest, and you were grateful. Carefully, you stood up, making him take a step back from you. His cock bobbed between you, shiny from being inside your pussy.

“You gonna leave me, leave me with blue balls, baby?” he panted, looking cross.

“What do you take me for?” you snorted in mock offense.

With that you dropped to your knees in front of him and took his cock in your gloved hand.

At your touch, Rick stiffened and cried out. You smirked up at him and licked the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it to make it slick with spit. Then you brought your hand to your mouth and licked it too, ignoring the taste of the glove.

Rick caught your chin and forced you to look up at him.

“Do that again,” he requested in the same lusty voice you’d heard before.

So you gave him a show of licking your hand. You sucked your fingers. You moved your tongue over them singly, then in groups of two. You moaned. You watched his face as he watched your gloved hand become coated with saliva. You dipped them into your mouth, pressing down on your own tongue, and he cupped your chin again.

“Hold it--stay like that, baby,” he rasped.

You complied, keeping your first two fingers between your lips while keeping your face turned upwards towards him.

Rick’s free hand went to his cock, and he stroked himself while he looked down on you. His breath became quicker, explosive, and his hand sped up too. He bent in the middle, a bit, over you.

Without his permission, you took your hand away from your face. Over his squawk of dismay, you said, “Let me help you.”

You wrapped your gloved, slick hand around his cock again, and jerked him off at the pace he’d set with his own hand.

He had no more protests. He grasped at the counter’s edge behind you to hold himself upright. He mewled. His pelvis bucked forward and you licked his cock again, adding to the spit already there. Loosening your the ring made between your thumb and first finger, you slipped your tongue between them and his cock, for variety. You wanted to watch his face as he came, but you also couldn’t tear your gaze away from his cock. It twitched in your hand and you licked over the head again, and with a string of curse words--

“FUCK goddamnfuckinghell!”

--Rick came in short spurts over your fist. Your lips were so close a bit struck them too. You didn’t wipe it away immediately; you simply held still until you could feel the pulsing of his cock slow and his ejaculation dwindled to a leak.

His head hanging low, shaky, Rick didn’t move for several moments. When he was finally able to catch some of his breath and focus on seeing you again, you raised your free hand and deliberately wiped away the come that landed on your mouth, drawing your gloved finger along your lower lip slowly.

His cock jumped one last time in your hand again, and he gave a long, low groan.

“Fuck,” he finally said.

You grinned up at him. “I thought that’s what we just did?”

He grimaced at you as he carefully straightened back upright. “Don’t be a-a smartass.”

“I thought that’s why you liked me!”

The grimace deepened, but he hauled you to your feet.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grudgingly agreed.

You stood close together, sharing body heat but not kissing, for a moment. Your fingers couldn’t help but go back to some of the stitches you’d discovered on him. He watched your hands move over his body. 

“You’re hot in those gloves, baby.”

“You want to tell me about all this?” you asked about the sutures, even as you nodded to accept his compliment.

“Hmm. Well, they’re--”

“Are you two done fucking?!” someone--a Rick--shouted from around the corner, where the public area of this building was. “I need some goddamn help here!”

Automatically you tried to cover yourself, even though the unknown Rick out front couldn’t see you. 

“You didn’t lock the door when you came back here?!” you hissed at Rick. “You didn’t put up a closed sign?!”

He laughed at you and leisurely dug through the discarded clothing on the floor. Picking up and shaking out his lab coat, he pulled it on while he said,

“I didn’t know you were going to be back here, ready to jump my bones!”

“Jump your bones?! You practically ripped your pants with your hard-on the second I put on those gloves! I didn’t know you had that kink! How was I supposed to know you had that kink?”

“You’ve been cockteasing me this whole time,” he argued back. In a horrible parody of your voice, he whined, “Where are the gloves, Rick? These gloves don’t fit, Rick! And then you make this big show of stretching them on, making sure I’m watching--”

“I was trying to do my job--”

“Yeah, right--”

“--yeah right is right! You’re the one--”

From the front, the Rick who interrupted you and may have heard everything that had gone on, shouted,

“I’ll come back later, assholes! But you better believe I’m reporting you to the Citadel’s Better Business Bureau! Get your damn clothes on and help your damn customers! Fuck and argue after business hours, like everyone else!”

You both heard the Rick stomp across the floor and slam the door on his way out.

There was sudden quiet.

“Man, that guy was a prick,” you said. “Probably a pervert too.”

“You know it, baby,” Rick replied. “Who’d he think he is, telling us how to run this place? Where else is he gonna go? Does he think he’ll get his Mortys modified anywhere else? Asshole.”

You chuckled, and he chuckled, and instead of going back to helping customers or you actually doing the job you’d been assigned, he offered to take you to Blips and Chitz for the afternoon. Of course you agreed. 

fin!

[emiijay]

Chapter Three- Finding yourself in Time (Rick Sanchez and Reader)

I do not own Rick and Morty

The past couple of days have been quiet in the Smith household. The kids went to school, Beth and Jerry were working, and Rick was always in the garage. You kept to yourself most of the time, too afraid to get in anybody’s way.

Everyone found out that you were too old to go school so you were confined to the house. They were all pretty shocked to learn about your age except for Rick. He had that stupid smug look on his face thinking that he was better than everyone else. Which he wasn’t.

You are sitting on the couch with Summer as you watch Jerry flip through the channels on the TV.  You aren’t paying attention to anything in particular staring vacantly past whatever was playing on the television.

You can hear Jerry talking to something, turning your head you notice that it is Mortys dog Snuffles. You watch as Jerry tries to get the dog to go outside. That turns out to be a complete failure as Snuffles is now peeing on the carpet. You try to stifle the laugh that is threatening to come out of your mouth.

“Are you kidding me?! Come on!”

The laugh escapes you as Morty rushes into the room to see what the commotion is about.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your idiot dog!”

Jerry grabs Snuffles by the head and stuffs its face into its own piss. Just as this is happening Rick walks in looking at the situation presented in front of him.

“Morty, come on. I need your help.”

Rick grabs Morty by the arm and starts to drag him away.

“Wait. Hold on a second Rick. You wouldn’t by any chance have some crazy science thing you could whip up that might help make this dog a little smarter?”

“I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior Jerry. Come on Morty, let’s go.”

You watch this scene unfold before you as Jerry talks to Rick. From what you got out of it, Jerry guilt tripped Rick into making something.

Rick comes back holding some weird blue hat contraption and places it onto Snuffles head.

“Snuffles shake. Roll over. Go to the bathroom.”

You watch on in amazement as the simple dog performs these orders obediently.

“No way Rick! That’s amazing.” You express your fondness and place your hand on his shoulder.

He stops what he is doing and looks down at your hand. He glances up at you making eye contact. He seems to be frowning. You remove your hand just as quickly as you placed it on him moving over to stand next to Morty.

“Alright Morty let’s get going. Now that Jerry has been pleased we can leave.”

You turn to Morty and hug him.

“Have fun on your adventure Morty”

After smiling down at him you go back to the couch and resume sitting next to Summer.

“H-h-hey Rick can I talk to you for a second?”

Morty takes Rick over to the back sliding door and they start talking in whispers. You try to read their lips to see what they are talking about. You end up giving up after their conversation got heated, you didn’t feel like prying too much.

“Get up we’re leaving.”

You look up at the abrupt voice that is next to you. Rick is standing there with his arms folded, brow creased and his face with a scowl. Morty grabs your arm and tries to pull you up. You reluctantly get up and follow the two into the garage.

Rick goes over to his work bench to a glass case.

“If you liked what I did in there, you’re really going to flip your lid over this one.”

“W-w-what is it Rick?”

Rick goes on to explain that it’s a device that goes into your ear to allow you to enter peoples dreams.

“It’s just like that movie you keep crowing on about Morty”

“You talking about ‘Inception’?”

You decide to step out of this conversation as you have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. You leave the two to themselves and head over to Ricks travel thing. You look through the window and see all the alcohol bottles that are littered over the floor. The back seat the worst offender of them all.

“I call shotgun!”

You don’t know why you said that as you don’t really have a say in the matter. It’s not like it is your flying car.

“O-ok you can sit there.”

You look over to Morty surprised that he even agreed to it. They both come over to get in the machine. Morty opens the door and as he opens it, you are overwhelmed by the stench that spews out. You can’t help but gag and hold your nose, only breathing through your mouth. The taste not being any better. After Morty jumps into the back you get in the front and shut the door behind you.

“So what is this thing anyway?”

“Space cruiser.”

“What does it do?”

“Stuff.”

“Okay…”

You decide to leave the conversation there as Rick really didn’t seem that interested. You lean back in the seat as the ‘Space Cruiser’ takes off into the sky.

On the way over to Goldenfolds house you and Morty get let in on what’s happening. We are using these devices to incept the idea into Mr Goldenfolds brain that Morty should be getting an A in math.

“You know by the time it took you to make these things I could have helped Morty with his homework Rick.”

“Homework is stupid. The whole point is to get less of it. Come on, let’s just get over there and deal with this thing. W-we’re gonna incept your teacher Morty. Belch You’re both frustrating me!”

All three of you head over to Goldenfolds window and peer in. You notice that he is on the couch watching TV, eating what looks to be wheat thins, while falling half asleep. Goldenfold says something out loud before passing out cold.

We come in through the window just as the TV show is finishing.

“Uh-oh! Spoilers!”

You look over to see Rick turning off the TV to then explain how he is a full season behind. You roll your eyes at him and stand over near the bean bag on the floor.

“Aw jeez Rick. I can’t believe we are standing in Mr Goldenfolds house. It’s too weird.”

“Well Morty it’s about to get a hell of a lot weirder.”

Rick then proceeds to place the inception device into Mr Goldenfolds ear and one in Mortys ear. Morty passes out onto the floor with a loud thud. Rick then hands you one before he sits down on the bean bag at your feet and turns it on, not even bothering to see if you can do it yourself. You mumble something under your breath about Rick being an inconsiderate asshole before you lean up against the bean bag, passing out. You weren’t able to see your head relax back onto Rick’s thigh.

You wake up abruptly in some kind of seat. You look to your left and see Morty next to you followed by Rick. You turn to the right and look out the window, noticing that you are now in an aeroplane.

“What the?”

You look up over the seat to where Rick and Morty are staring. You can see Mr Goldenfold with that lady on his lap. What’s her name? Mrs Pancakes? You think that’s who it is as you focus your attention to Rick.

“Ok so what’s the plan?” you ask as you watch on.

He looks over at you before grabbing some sodas and cloth tying it around his body

“All right, time to make our move.”

They both jump out and Rick says something, everyone now thinks they are terrorists.

“We are going to take over-urpp- control of this plane unless Morty Smith gets better grades in Math!”

All of the passengers are frozen over in shock until Mr Goldenfold stands up with machine guns in his hands.

“Hey! I said nobody fucking move buddy!” Rick tries to calm him down.

Mr Goldenfold doesn’t listen as he starts firing at us. We jump out of the way, Morty going to the right as you and Rick go to the left. You are pushed up against the side of the plane by Rick’s body his scent overpowering your senses. He smells of old spices mixed with alcohol, it’s kind of pleasant and calming in a strange way.

“He has more power here than I anticipated. He teaches high school math for god’s sake. Belch. I would have never taken Goldenfold for an active dreamer. We have to take him out before he takes us out. We cannot get killed. If we get killed in someone else’s dream Morty, you die for real.”

Rick looks to you as he finishes what he is saying. He stares at you for a while opening his mouth like he wants to say something.

He looks back in front of himself deep in concentration. Suddenly he says something out loud.

“Goldenfold! Let’s talk about this like the rational adults that we are.”

“Why would I negotiate with the likes of you?”

“Because I have a hostage!”

All of a sudden Rick has Mrs Pancakes in his arms using her as a human shield. This doesn’t go well with Goldenfold as his subconscious starts panicking. You notice one of the passengers beats the airlock off the plane and everyone flies out.

“Nooo!” All three of you exclaim at the same time.

You start free falling down to the ground. You don’t know what to do. You aren’t ready to die. You begin to freak out causing yourself to have a panic attack. You can’t breathe properly and your eyes start to fill with tears.

Rick seems to notice this as you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders.

“Hey! You need to calm the fuck down! Panicking is going to get us nowhere.”

You try to control your breathing looking up into Ricks face. You are sure that you look like at hot mess, although you aren’t quite sure why you think he cares. He lightly smiles at you before guiding you both over to Morty. Rick mentions that Mrs Pancakes has a parachute on so you all glide over to her.

Morty goes into concise detail about what he sees Mr Goldenfold doing on the ground.

“Looks like we’ve merely prolonged the inevitable. That’s it, Morty! Prolonging the inevitable!”

It takes you a while to figure out what Rick means by this until you see him knock out Mrs Pancakes.

“Rick!” you say not believing he just did that.

He places the inception device in your ear before switching it on.

You awaken alone. It feels like a solid 10 minutes before the others follow suit. In this time you’ve managed to have a good look at your surroundings. Several things have come up to and asked for you to partake in sexual acts. One of the creatures the one with the pink alien head and human torso, has even managed to take your shirt off of you so you are now standing there in your red laced bra.

You start to feel embarrassed as Morty keeps staring at your chest with his mouth hanging open.

“Morty if you keep looking at me like that you are going to catch flies.”

You try to cover yourself up with your hands but there just seems to be too much to conceal.  You notice that Rick is staring at you out of the corner of his eye. This makes you feel a bit self-conscious about yourself. He is after all the adult here.

“Well Mrs Pancakes is right over there. I should just go ask her to tell Goldenfold not to kill us when she wakes up.”

“Woah Morty the whole idea to incepting is making them feel like they came up with the idea. We have to blend in. I’ll see you guys later.”

With that said Rick begins to strip down into his underwear. You can’t help but check him out. For an older man he sure has it going for him. With his clothes on he looks really scrawny but now that you can see his chest it knocks the breath out of you. His abs are slightly defined, he has muscles on his upper arms and his V line. His V line could make nearly any girl wet in their panties.

Your attention is quickly drawn back to reality as Rick runs away. You and Morty are left alone to ‘blend in’. As we are walking around trying to find were Rick has run off to, we are approached by many of the S&M obscure gooey, monstrous, alien-like creatures.

You lose Morty in the crowd of people. After running into one of them while looking for Morty you start to feel a bit uncomfortable. It is a small gnome with a whip that comes up to you and tries to get you to go along with them.

“Uh no that’s ok. I’m just looking for my friend.”

You quickly run away not looking where you are going. You accidently bump into the back of something much smaller then yourself. You go to apologize when you realise that it is Morty. He seems to be staring at someone in hot pink lingerie. The said person turns around to reveal Summer.

She walks over to you two flirting and throwing her body at you.

“Hey there stranger. How about you come with me and we can have some fun?”

You try to push Summer away but she seems to be stronger then you in the dream world. You look over to Morty who is covering his eyes in disgust. You seem to be too caught up seeing if Morty is ok that you don’t feel Summer unhook your bra. You shriek in surprise as you try to catch it before it falls.  You are too late. She snactches it away from you before you even manage to save yourself.

At this moment Rick decides to walk over and see this. He whistles at you staring blatantly at your chest. You can’t believe he has seen you like this for a second time this week. Your nipples are stiff from the cool air coming into contact with them. You bring your hands up to cover your little pink nips to save yourself from further embarrassment.

Rick pulls his attention away and focuses on Morty.

“Whoa! What’s the matter with you Morty?”

He looks over to where Morty is and sees the problem.

“Urghh Summer. Oh my god put some clothes on. Jeez. I’m gonna-I swear to god I’m gonna puke.”

You begin to notice that everyone in the S&M dungeon are surrounding you. All of a sudden a centaur comes out and threatens us.

“Sexual denials are punishable by death! Off with their heads!”

Rick was quick to jump into action. He jumped up onto the centaurs head and chocked him till he passed out.

“Quick turn your dream inceptors on.”

You do as his says as you are transported into a dark and horrid rusted chamber. You look behind you and see the centaur cowering in fear.

You all begin to walk forward through the twisted, cavern maze.

“Welcome to your nightmare, bitch!”

You are all sacred shitless as a man with miniature swords and scarred flesh pops out in front of you. Rick and Morty run off leaving you behind.

“Hey wait up guys!”

“I’m scary Terry!  You can run, but you can’t hide, bitch!”

You follow after Rick and Morty as they are running away. You come across a little girl who is jump roping and singing. You try to incept her but you end up in the same place.

“Are you kidding me? Looks like we’ve hit dream bedrock here.”

“Oh geez Rick. W-w-what are we gonna do?”

You turn around and see scary Terry walking up to you.

“I hate to alarm you guys but it looks like scary Terry can travel through dreams. We are so screwed!”

You run forward past Rick and Morty to try and get out of the underground tunnels. You make it to a pair of doors and swing them open. You are lead to the outside world and realise its night time. Rick comes up behind you and scares you accidently by talking right next to your ear.

“What are we here for again?”

You turn to him and let him know.

“We are here to get Morty an A in math remember”

After trying to evade scary Terry you make a suggestion.

“He keeps saying we can run but we can’t hide. I suggest we try hiding.”

“You know what Rick I think she’s right. It’s not like he’d be sharing that information with us, you know? I-I-I think it’s a good idea.”

They both agree to this and you find yourselves in an abandoned building.

Two hours have passed since you have been hiding. Morty has fallen asleep on a musty old mattress while you and Rick take turns to look outside to see if you are still safe.

“Sooo. I saw your tits again.”

You blush out of embarrassment at what he says.

“Rick! You know you could have been a bit more subtle about how you brought that up. Or maybe not have said anything at all!”’

You raise your voice at him.

“SHHHH! Do you want him to find us?”’

You cross your arms and go stand in the opposite corner. The rest of the time is spent in silence as you didn’t want Rick saying anything else about you.

Around the six hour mark scary Terry gets tired and gives up looking for you. The three of you go over to his house window and look in on what is happening. Scary Terry and Scary Melissa are having an argument that sets off Scary Brandon.

“Out there. Not in here!”

Scary Terry apologizes and they go upstairs and have a little scary coitus.

You have to wait a little bit before going upstairs to make sure they have fallen asleep. As you get upstairs to their bedroom you can see scary Terry is having a nightmare. Rick places the inceptor in what you can call his ear and we get transported into his dream. It consists of him being at Scary school learning how to scare people

We walk into the classroom as Scary Terry is being asked a question. The missing of his pants does not go unnoticed by everyone.

“Oh, uh, um…Bitch”

The whole class laughs at him as he doesn’t know the answer.

“Hey! Why don’t you leave him alone!”

You glance over at Morty who is now standing up with Rick by his right side. They have a pair of his pants in their hands so they hand it over to Scary Terry.

“Aww, bitch.”

They pull you in for a group hug before we are woken back up from his dream. When he wakes up he looks to us and smiles.

“Hey it’s you guys.”

We then proceed to head downstairs and have breakfast with the family. We have a great conversation talking about the many different ways he has scared people.

“If you guys ever need anything just say the word and I’ll be there.”

“Actually now that you mention it there is something we could use your help with.” Rick then lets Scary Terry in on the plan for Morty.

Just like that Scary Terry helps us go back through everyone’s dreams and we end up back to Goldenfolds.

“This is because you don’t give Morty Smith good grades, bitch!”

All three of us wake up before Mr Goldenfold. You notice that your head is leaning against something warm. You sit up straight and turn around to see it was Rick. Luckily you woke up before him to avoid the awkwardness. We proceed to hide behind Goldenfolds couch trying to stay out of sight. Rick is crouching in between Morty and yourself but he is facing Morty, this means that his ass is sticking out in your direction. Without thinking you slap his butt so he would move it, considering he was ignoring you when you asked him politely. He turns around a grabs your wrist, pushing you up against the back wall. His face is mere inches away from yours and you can feel his warm breath on your neck making it hard to concentrate.

“Don’t touch me without my permission.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean too.”

He glares into your eyes before letting go of you and returning to his prior task.

We hear shuffling from the couch and a bowl come crashing down to the floor.

“Holy Crap! I know one thing for sure. I’m giving Morty Smith an A in math and that was my idea!”

You look over to see Rick and Morty fist bumping each other before heading back to the space cruiser. You opt to sit in the back this time staying silent.

When you return home you notice there are dogs in robot suits. Snuffles looks to be the leader of the pack. You all decide to go and hide and wait for nightfall.

Once the time is right you head to the back yard to where Summer, Beth and Jerry are. You each go over to a family member and undo their shackles. They fill you in on what has happened, you can’t believe it. Why would Snuffle do this?

While you are lost in thought you don’t notice that Jerry has gone over to the house. The next thing you know you are being trapped in a cage with everyone to close for comfort. Of course you are squished up next to Rick, it seems to be happening a lot today. You try desperately to not touch his crouch that is seriously close to your hand. You have to shift around a little bit to readjust yourself to a less awkward position. You go with leaning your backs together, this is a safe enough position. You groan out into the silence before falling asleep.

You don’t know what happens next as you are woken up to the Smith family being released. We go outside to send the dogs off through a portal. How this portal came to be you aren’t sure. Rick is definitely a clever man. A bit too clever.

“Well if you guys don’t mind me I’m going to head up to my room. Rick, Morty it’s been a very weird day. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that said you head upstairs have a shower and collapse into exhaustion, your mind dreaming about a certain crazy, blue haired man.

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