Rick/Morty rp with Ember and Ry (misc. smut)

~ ~ ~ Phone Sex ~ ~ ~



It had been a week.
One long, painful week.
No Rick.

Morty threw down his controller and actually pouted, frustration mounting. He was /bored/, and mildly horny, and his grandfather wasn't around to satisfy either itch. Without adventures to go on, he had been forced to focus on school, and just a week in he already felt like his brain was fried. He knew Rick's mission was important and dangerous-- something about protecting the family-- but he hadn't heard /anything/ from the man save for a daily message to confirm he was alive and well.

"Okay." The teen dove under his bed, fishing out the space phone that Rick had left them (and which Morty had been jealously guarding). He punched the code in and held it up to his face, waiting impatiently for the click on the other end. "R-R-- Okay, wait, I know you said this thing was only for emergencies but, um. I mean, are you all right? And also, I miss you? That sounded really dumb, geez. When're you coming back?"






Fortunately, Morty had caught Rick at a good time. A good time, meaning he wasn't currently running for his life and dodging lasers and goodness knows what else. He was currently residing in a cramped hideout with Bird Person, taking logs of their ammunition supply and cleaning their weapons. It was a fairly relaxed activity, but as soon as his phone went off, Rick assumed it was a life or death emergency and urgently answered the phone. Bird Person looked on with his usual blank expression, though he felt concern and listened in, in case it was an emergency.

Rick leaned back in his seat and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his friend to let him know it wasn't anything important. Taking the message, BP went back to cleaning the weapons and equipment.

"Jeeeeez, Morty. Clingy much?" Despite his response, it was nice to hear Morty's voice. Rick's mind had been focused on his mission, so he didn't think about Morty too often. He'd been away from him for longer periods of time, anyway. "Uhhh, if things go well, I should be back in, what? Another week. Shouldn't be-- won't be any more than that. So, you 'missed' me? That's why you called me on the emergency space phone, Morty?"







Morty was glad they were a thousand light years apart, because otherwise Rick would have been able to see how red hot his face was turning. Two seconds into the call and he already felt stupid for reaching out. "Y-Yeah," he admitted weakly, scratching at the fine hairs on the back of his neck and shrugging. "I dunno, everything is so quiet here without you. Quiet and, and... boring." He pushed at his abandoned controller with the tip of a foot. "I'm even tired of video games."

Flopping onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling, cradling his head with a bent arm. "L-Look, Rick, if you're busy... Or if you don't wanna talk to me or whatever, I can just... I can go do my homework or something." Or watch some rough amateur porn and jack off.







An amused laugh slipped freely from Rick's mouth. "Yeah, 'homework'," he teased, "That-- is that some kinda new slang for watching porn and jerking off? Like, like how Netflix and chill actually means sex?" He knew enough about Morty that the last thing he'd willingly do is homework, especially when he was as bored as he claimed. "I'll bet you've been doing a ton of that, Morty, since I'm not there."

Rick was more capable of suppressing his sex drive. He was a very sexually adventurous person, but he was able to contain his urges much better than, say, a hormone-ridden teenage boy. "Y-You worried I'm out here, banging some space vixen with big tits? Would that make you jealous, Morty?" he continued to tease, a smirk playing on his lips.






"Ugh, c'mon. You can't... I'm pretty sure old people aren't allowed to say 'Netflix and chill,'" Morty groaned. "H-Hey, I've had a lot of time on my hands, okay? Without you dragging me around and almost getting... getting killed." There was a touch of indignation in his voice, because he didn't like being called out with the truth.

"No!" He lied, answering too quickly. "It's not like we're married or something. We're not even, uh. I don't even know what we are." He was quiet for a stretch, chewing on his thumbnail. "...but you're not, right?"







Rick laughed again. Even if they weren't face to face, he could still read Morty like a book. "W-What if I am, Morty? Huh, you gonna-- you gonna make me sleep on the couch?" He chuckled, purposely leaving his answer ambiguous just to mess with him. Rick didn't even have the chance to sleep with anyone on the trip with how busy him and Bird Person were, but even if he had the opportunity, he'd remain faithful to Morty for whatever stupid reason.

"Maybe since I have you on the phone here, maybe we-- we can work out our frustrations together, huh? So I don't cuck you and you don't have to jerk your dick to shitty low-res porn?"






The suggestion caught him by surprise, but the curious noise Morty made in the back of his throat said he was open to it. "Are you... Are you serious?" He sat up a little on his elbow, still cradling the phone against an ear. "You mean, like... dirty talk? Over the-- the phone?" Somehow, this felt sacrilegious, as if the pair hadn't done a number of incredibly taboo things together already.

Morty rolled to his knees, then stood and made for his bedroom door, quietly locking it. "Okay. O-Okay, yeah." He bent over his computer, setting the ambiance with the low thrum of music-- mostly to mask his conversation from the rest of the family. "You're alone? How does this even work?"






"Uh, yeah-- hold on." Rick pushed his chair back and brought himself to his feet, letting BP know where he was going before excusing himself to get to his car. His friend got the gist of what Rick was going to be up to, so he didn't intrude.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alone now, Morty," he replied, settling himself into the privacy of his flying vehicle. He made himself comfortable in the front seat and sat back, spreading his legs comfortably. "Bird Person says hi, by the way," he added, glancing up at the dark sky above.





Morty wrinkled his nose. The last thing he wanted to think about right now was Bird Person. "Tell him... I say hi back, I guess. Later, I mean." He moved to sit on his bed, perhaps a little stiffly, propping pillows up behind him. Hand draped over his thigh, he sort of sat is silence for a while, unsure of how to proceed. The boy had never been great at dirty talk.

"Rick?" His voice was soft, hesitant. "Do you miss me too? I mean... Not in the clingy way, I-I know you're not like that, but just touching me. Do you miss touching me at all?" Because Morty missed being touched, and touching the older man in return. It was hard to go back to his own hand.







Rick slowly ran a hand up and down his clothed thigh, getting himself comfortable in his seat as he grinned softly against the phone. "Sure I do, babe," he replied, fearlessly getting right into the anticipated phone sex.

"Yeah, if... if you were here, I'd really be showing you a good time, Morty." Rick could feel his dick slowly beginning to harden already. It had been years since he did this kind of thing over the phone, and it was somehow thrilling and exciting. "Know what-- You know what I miss, Morty? You know, you're... you're getting taller now, Morty. And when you reach up to-- stretch up to grab something on a high shelf, I get to see that little shirt ride up on you. And I can see that pretty, soft skin of yours. H-How the small of your back dips down to that cute little ass."






Babe. The word was one of Rick's favorites in private and, to be honest, it had become one of Morty's favorites, too. "Oh..." He lifted his hand from his thigh, tucking a knuckle between his teeth and biting absently, pulling at the skin gently. "Geez, Rick, you're such a /pervert/... getting turned on by watching me g-get stuff from the shelf?"

But that was the fun of it, wasn't it? Knowing that, in some small way, he had power over his grandfather. Morty shivered and reached back down to flick his pants open, his gulp audible over the connection. "I guess you're right. I must be getting taller because, uh, it's easier now, when I wanna kiss you, to just grab your hair and..." He laughed a little, flustered. "What else do you miss?"





Rick smiled, quite pleased with the effect he was having on the younger male. Even though the phone, he could hear the excitement in his voice. "I miss those tight little jeans you always wear," he responded, softly licking his lips. "Yeah, how they-- how they hug those nice legs and that... mmm. That nice, /fuckable/ ass of yours."

A tent was already forming in his pants, his length twitching to hardness with the mental image of Morty in his mind. He closed his eyes to visualize him better, absentmindedly rubbing himself through his pants. "Yeah, I'd... I'd love to give it a nice, hard smack right about now, Morty. Wish you were here with me, baby. W-Wanna touch you all over, get you all hot and riled up."





"Ah... I think you're already doing that." It wasn't exactly /hard/ to get Morty riled up, after all, given his age. They were barely a few minutes into their conversation and he was already half hard, straining against the fabric of his briefs. Sighing, he pulled himself free and stroked, easy and slow, from base to tip. "I do-- I do like it when you, um..." He had to gather the courage to say the words. "...when you spank me."

Leaning back into his pillows, Morty closed his eyes and focused on the throaty vibrations of Rick's voice. "I wish I was there, too. I'd... Oh, man, I'd sit in your lap and just... do that thing you like, even when we have our clothes on, when you can push up against me but not in and..." He made a soft little sound of yearning.






Rick began to undo his pants, the sound of his belt being unbuckled most likely audible through the phone. He just loved the sound of Morty's little moans. "You sound really horny, baby," he almost purred, slipping his stiff length out of his boxer briefs.

"My cock is already hard for you, Morty. Yeah, only you can make it hard this quick. I wanna... wanna hold you down on my lap, grind against you nice and hard-- 'til you're panting and moaning out my name. You'd feel my dick through my pants, and I'd just hump the hell out of your ass, n-not letting you get off. I'd have you-- have you moan like a whore, make you hungry for my cock."





"Riiick," Morty purred, arching up slightly and tightening his grip around a quickly firming cock. He groaned, but the sound was cut short when he sucked his teeth. The connection got noisy for a moment as he fumbled, briefly dropping the phone on the mattress as he reached over for the lotion hidden away in the drawer of his nightstand. Not the best lubricant, but it would do.

Now the teen's heavy breaths were accompanied by the distant, wet "shluck" of his hand on a slippery dick. "I /am/ hungry for it," he murmured, voice cracking mid-word. "I'd... I'd swallow it up if you let me, I've gotten really good at getting most of it in my mouth. I know wh-when I curl my tongue under it, in just the right place, you always tell me how good I'm doing." Morty arched, biting his lip. "I miss the way you taste."







Rick cracked a smile, knowing full well that Morty was using lotion to jerk himself off. He'd really have to get that kid some lube. Despite the humor he found in it, the schlicking sound was certainly turning him on because of the implication.

Wrapping a hand around his dick, he began to slowly stroke himself to the sound of Morty's breaths and moans. "Yeah, Morty, you've got a nice little throat. I wanna use your mouth as my own personal fuckhole, just-- stick my cock in and fuck your mouth whenever I feel like it. I should tie your hands around your back and put you on the floor, so-- so you're helpless as I ram my cock down your throat." He began to quicken his pace, pretending it was Morty's mouth on his cock instead of his hand. "Mmmmmh... baby, I want you," he moaned into the phone, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the damp slit on his cock.






The phone nearly slipped out of his hands, his palms were so sweaty. "Oh my god," he squeaked, breath coming faster across the line. "I want you too, R-Rick, I want you to do it. I don't care, even if there're people home, just... I'd be quiet, just..." The sound of hand on flesh was louder, now, punctuated by strangled sounds as Morty tried to bite back whimpers.

He curled fingers under his balls, rolling them against his palm and drawing them away from his body in an effort to stay his orgasm. Even after all this time, his endurance was pathetic with Rick teasing him. "I'm close..." He bucked up into his fist. "H-Holy shit, I'm already so close..."






Rick tilted his head back, his breaths picking up pace as he jerked himself faster, urging himself to cum sooner rather than later. He would really have to teach Morty about endurance one of these days.

"Say my name, babe. I-- I wanna hear you say my name when you cum." He groaned, his hips thrusting up into his clenched hand. "I'm gonna-- oh, baby, you're so hot. You're gonna make me bust." Licking his lips, his brows furrowed in concentration as he listened closely for the beautiful bouquet of Morty's moans and mewls. "Cum for me, Morty." Rick was panting at this point, his cock red and swollen with need. He couldn't hit his peak until he heard Morty climax for him. "Cum for me, baby, come on. Come on."






Well, Morty wasn't about to disobey that order. Kicking a leg out and hissing between clenched teeth, he felt his orgasm ripple up through him, dancing up his spine. "Rick... Aaah, /Rick/, yeah, yeah! Mm!" He was probably a little too loud, louder even than his music, but he forgot about his dignity with the scientist's voice crooning in his ear.

He came hard, making an absolute mess of his fingers and shirt, drops arcing up as far as his collar and dotting the fabric. "Rick, please..." Morty was gasping, gradually calming and coming down from his high, but he still craved more. "Let me hear it, let me hear y-you lose it because of m-me..."







Rick panted heavily into the phone, the sound of his name slipping from Morty's lips proving to be too much for him. "Oh, god, Morty--" Pushing his hips against his hand, he rubbed himself almost violently as his orgasm built up inside him. He was going to give Morty what he asked for.

"Fuck! Fuck, Morty, I'm-- I'm cumming!" With a series of grunts and moans, Rick jerked himself to release, coating his hand and lower stomach with his hot load. His panting calmed down as he came down from his high, a long, drawn out moan of relief slipping past his lips as he basked in his afterglow.






The rush of power returned, fueling what almost felt like a second climax. Morty sank into the bed, tipping his head back and groaning unabashedly. "Wow." He laughed, breathlessly, into the receiver, relief flooding him. He'd needed this. Maybe now he could actually function for the next week, until Rick returned.

"Th-Thanks for that." He yawned as he absently wiped himself clean with the edge of a shirt, resolving to pull it over his head and chuck it somewhere toward his hamper when he got off the line. "I'm... I'm gonna use that for my wet dreams until you get back."






Rick laughed quietly, absolutely spent. He grabbed some tissues from the glove compartment and cleaned himself up, the pure relief of it all leaving him in a state of relaxation. "Yeah, Morty... not bad."

Sitting up in his seat, he fastened his belt and zipped his pants back up. "Just... Just save that voice, Morty. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you scream when I get back." He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, looking out the windshield at the sky. "You'd better get to sleep, Morty. A-And if you use this phone to call when it's not an emergency again, I'm gonna have to punish you."







~ ~ ~ Rape Roleplay ~ ~ ~



Living in a house full of prying eyes and ears had proven difficult for Rick and Morty's relationship, but somehow they succeeded in establishing something fairly solid. Talking and fucking regularly did that, he supposed.

It was going well enough that, for once, Morty was the one who felt adventurous and daring, with an itch to take the initiative. He appeared inside the garage with a smile, closing and locking the door behind him. "Hey, Rick." Bottom lip between his teeth, he watched the man's back, admiring the way muscles shifted under his lab coat as he worked over his desk. "A-Are you busy?"






The click of the lock caught Rick's attention, assuming that whatever Morty wanted to talk about was something that could only be discussed between the two of them.  They'd been locking that door so often that the family usually didn't even bother trying to open the door anymore, opting instead to just shout from the other side if they needed something. Much to Rick and Morty's relief. While alone time in the garage was nice, it was especially lovely when they were home alone and could freely exchange fleeting touches and gropes all throughout the house.

Crossing his legs, Rick abandoned whatever he was working on and swiveled around in his chair to meet his grandson's gaze. "Yeah, not really." He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. "Just-- tweaking with my subatomic particle ray. What's up, Morty?"






"Well," Morty began, stepping across the room to close the distance between them. He bent beside Rick's chair so they were more or less at eye level, his hand covering the scientist's knee. "I... I was thinking about what you said when we were on our way to the dog planet. You know, about how I had to figure out the stuff I w-was into and... that some people liked, uh. Rougher. Things."

Clearing his throat, Morty offered another small smile. "I was curious when you mentioned it, but it sounded kinda terrifying. I think now, though, if we have a safe word like you said..." He shrugged, eyes narrowed with a touch of deviousness. "We c-could try-- give it a shot?"






Rick raised an eyebrow, his gaze darting from the hand on his knee to the expression on Morty's face. "You sure about this?" The tone almost sounded like a warning. "I mean, we can do it if you want, Morty. But, look."

Rick adjusted himself in his chair, leaning forward to lock eyes with Morty. His eyes were stern and serious. "You gotta say-- have to say the safe word if you feel uncomfortable. At any point. Got it? A-And I know the whole deal of, the other person enjoying it so much that you-- you don't want to say the safe word because you think you'll ruin their fun, but. I've had a ton of sex in my life, Morty, and-- and I won't be bummed out if you want me to stop. I need you to really understand this, Morty. Now-- you gotta make the safe word. Something that you're definitely gonna remember."






The boy only cowered a little from the intensity of Rick's gaze, his own eyes widening.  "Y-Yeah, I understand. I get it, Rick. This is no joke." It comforted him to know that the man was being so careful about the situation, and that he had so much more experience. Morty was in capable hands.

"Safe word is, ah, um..." He pulled a hand back through his hair, considering. "Snowball. Yeah." Nodding, he leaned forward and met their lips in a soft, almost chaste kiss. "I promise that if I can't take it, I'll say Snowball."






Rick returned the small kiss without hesitation, taking Morty's hand to hold it in his own. "Snowball," he parroted, just to let the boy know that he understood the safe word. "Y'know. Your mom's gonna be out late tonight with work, and Jerry is making  Summer go with him to some, some dumb father-daughter bonding thing for a couple of hours. You wanna do this tonight?"

He ran his thumb along the back of Morty's hand, his eyes trailing along his knuckles. "Because, you know, Morty. Somethin' like this-- it can't really be quiet. I mean, you're gonna be screaming and yelling as if it-- as if it's real."






Cold tendrils of fear trickled down Morty's back. It was exceedingly rare to see Rick so serious about /anything/, and the youth would be lying if he didn't find this situation increasingly intimidating. And yet, it was too perfect to pass up the opportunity. "Okay," he whispered, gripping grayer fingers with his own and squeezing tightly. "Let's-- Let's do it now."

He nodded to himself, sucking in a deep breath and holding it for several seconds to steel his nerves. "As long as you're into it, as long as... you'd enjoy it too. Go ahead."






Rick glanced up at the clock on the wall and let go of Morty's hand. "Everyone should be gone in half-- yeah, half an hour. You go up to your room and calm-- well, /try/ to calm yourself down." Rick knew how jarring it was for someone young to try something so new, so he couldn't be too hard on Morty for being nervous.

"I'll be up there later. In fact, I'll tell you what." He pulled the phone out of his pocket, showing it to Morty. "I'll text you-- let you know when I'm about to come up, so you'll be ready. And /remember/ the safe word." He leaned back in his chair, grinning as his eyes traveled up and down Morty's frame. "Damn, can't-- I can't wait to ravage cute little body, Morty. H-Head up to your room, we're gonna start soon."






Unable to resist, Morty stole one more kiss, pecking Rick's cheek before he collected himself to stand. "See you in a bit." He answered the grin with an uncertain smile, then scurried off, unlocking the door and jogging out of it.

In his room, he kept his phone by his hip and started up his console. Other than jacking it, video games were the best pastime for relaxation, so he focused on solving a puzzle level (a task Rick often encouraged, to help with his "spatial reasoning"). By the time the thirty minute mark rolled around, he'd almost forgotten about their plans, tongue between his teeth and body hunched over as he mashed buttons. He'd progressed far enough in the game that now his playing actually mattered and he had motivation to beat it.






As soon as everyone had left, Rick plopped himself down on the living room couch and pulled his phone out. "On my way" he simply typed, sending the message to Morty. Once that was out of the way, Rick took a sip from his flask and headed upstairs.

Waiting outside the brunette's door, he waited for his message to be seen. Rick had done this kind of thing countless times, both on the giving and recieving end. Still, the situation gave him a sense of thrill, and he could already feel a warm stir in the front of his pants before anything had even started.







The buzz of his phone almost didn't register at first. Morty blinked, pausing his game, to pick it up; his breath instantly caught in his throat. "doors open," was the equally simple response... and he went right back to gaming.

Or at least, he tried to. His heart was beating a mile a minute in his chest, and though he was trying to act natural to make the scene believable, Rick's presence just outside the door was impossible distracting.







After receiving the text, Rick waited just one more minute to give Morty time to prepare. And after that single minute, the scientist took one last sip of his flask before throwing the door open, inviting himself inside the teenager's room.

"Hey, Morty," he greeted, drawing out his grandson's name just slightly. Rick had phenomenal acting skills, and with just the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes, he created a believable air of danger and lust. "What... What are you doing, huh?" His gaze traveled up and down Morty's sitting frame, walking across the room to take a seat on the floor behind him. His hands met the younger male's shoulders, massaging into the flesh as he sighed against his ear. "You... You here alone, huh?"






"Uh-- Uh-huh." Morty tried to keep his eyes trained on the TV, barely maneuvering his character correctly on the screen. "Everybody's out and no one invited me along, haha." He grunted; his character had just met his untimely demise.

"Look, R-Rick, I'm kinda busy right now. I don't get much time alone, so..." He rolled his shoulders, trying to brush off the man's fingers. "Can I play my game alone for a while?"






Rick reached around to the front of Morty, knocking the controller out of his hands. "W-We're here all alone, Morty. How about we-- we have some fun, huh?" Snaking his arms around the brunette's middle, he slipped his hands under his yellow shirt and ran his fingers along the warm skin.

"Mmm, Morty... y-you've really grown up, you know. You've got a really sexy body on you. How about you let grandpa Rick teach you a few things, huh? Get on the bed and..." He pressed his lips against the side of Morty's neck, waiting for the boy to really fight back so he could force him down.







"Hey!" That was rude. Annoyed, or at least acting as if he was, Morty pushed down on Rick's hands and tried to straighten his shirt, nostrils flared. "I said I wanted to b-be alone, okay? C'mon, cut it out. Stop being weird, Rick."

He flinched from the sensation of moist lips, leaning forward and away. His grandfather wasn't letting up, so he put a little more force behind his struggling, jerking his elbow back against the man's stomach and squirming hard in the hopes of escaping his grasp. "Okay, th-this isn't funny anymore. Get off!"







A grunt of mild pain escaped him, not quite expecting to be elbowed in the stomach. Well, it was a good tactic to fight off someone who was behind you, so Rick was actually a bit happy that Morty was learning how to defend himself.

Narrowing his eyes, Rick brought himself to his feet and grabbed Morty's forearm, yanking him up to his feet as well. "Y-You know you want it," he pushed, pressing into him from behind as he wriggled his fingers into the hem of Morty's jeans. To keep him from escaping, he kept a firm grip on his arm. "C'mon, Morty, stop-- stop being such a tease. You, you walk around in those tight jeans all the time, I-- I know you want it, Morty. You're asking for it." The scientist parted his lips, dragging his slimy tongue up the side of Morty's neck.







Morty found himself upright before he knew it, a bruising grip on his arm. "Ow! You're... Rick, that hurts, you're hurting me!" He tossed his head, making an obviously disgusted face and immediately hiking a shoulder to rub the saliva from his neck. "Are you crazy?! Are you drunk?!"

Now the panic really was settling in, his breath quick in his throat and sweat beading at his hairline. He lifted his legs, trying to adjust his balance to throw Rick off, then dropped it suddenly so that his heels slammed into the man's feet. "I don't want it, you-- you-- stop! Oh my god. Off!"






"Ow! Fuck, Morty!" The pain and complaints were real, but it made the scenario seem more real, so Rick couldn't gripe much. "You little shit," he growled, stepping back and forcibly pulling Morty's arm with him. Letting go of his forearm, he shoved him onto his back against the mattress and immediately climbed on top of him.

"You fucking whore, I'm-- I'm gonna show you who the fuck's in charge here." Pressing his knees against Morty's thighs, he held his legs down and fought against his arms until he pulled his T-shirt off. "You're-- you're gonna like this, baby. Just let me do what I want, I'll make you feel good." He dragged his wet tongue along a bare nipple, lightly biting the pink nub. "D-Don't fight it, Morty, just let it happen."






"No!" That one syllable rolled over and over on Morty's tongue, shrieked with increasing volume and intensity. "I'm not gonna like it, I-I-I don't want it! I don't want you to touch me!" He bucked and kicked violently, or tried his best to, shaking his head so hard that he made himself dizzy and mussed up his hair, dark curls sticking to the film of sweat that had quickly covered his face and neck.

"Nnngh!" His nipple hardened on automatic under Rick's tongue, the stimulation plus drying moisture in the cool air making him shudder. But as much as his body betrayed him, Morty continued fighting, craning his neck painfully to bare his teeth and snap them against the spot by Rick's temple. He caught skin, but just barely and not hard enough to break through.






To Rick's surprise, Morty was actually making this believable. He expected him to absolutely suck at it, but the way he was resisting and fighting back was really turning him on.

He flinched from the awkwardly placed bite, shooting a glare at the brunette as he reeled his hand back, slapping him across the face. It wasn't hard enough to cause him too much pain, but it had enough power behind it to let his victim know that he wasn't going to take any shit. "Be a good little whore for grandpa, and-- and I won't slap you again, Morty." He undid his belt and shoved his pants down enough to reveal his lively erection, sitting back and squeezing his thighs around Morty's hips to keep him locked down against the bed. "Y-You want this cock, don't you?" He wrapped his hand around his stiff length, a sneer painting his face as he jerked himself to the sight of Morty struggling under him. "You-- you want this in you? Huh, you want this big, fat cock in that tight little boy cunt?"






The slap echoed through the room, with Morty too stunned to respond to it. He stared dumbly at Rick, eyes huge and brimming with tears. The shock of the motion had stung more than the actual blow. "No," he finally repeated in a voice that was barely audible. "Please, no..."

While it had been easy for Rick to keep hold of him with both arms, now that the man had one hand on his cock, the advantage tipped in Morty's favor. He wrenched a wrist free and wedged the arm between them, gasping for air. "Get away from me!" Unless Rick tied his arms, the boy would keep fighting. Desperate and uncoordinated, he made to swing a punch at the scientist, face screwed up tight. "Help!" He put every ounce of energy into his screaming. "HELP!"







Rick easily dodged the punch, knowing he had to somehow subdue Morty's arms. Quickly pulling off his belt, Rick grabbed his grandson by the side and flipped him onto his stomach. With a tight grip, he pressed Morty's hands together behind his back, and fastened his belt around his wrists. "L-Look at you, Morty, all helpless." The scientist pressed his hands against Morty's clothed ass, then yanked his pants and underwear down.

Rick jumped to the side to pull the teenager's pants and underwear all the way off, wrestling with his legs as he got right back on top of him. With Morty's thighs trapped between his grandfather's knees, Rick gave his bare ass a hard spank. "Yeah-- yeah, baby, scream for help. God, your voice is so hot. Makes me so fucking hard." He gave Morty's behind another spank, grunting with excitement as he did so. "You ass is perfect, i-it's perfect for a whore like you. Can't wait to shove my cock right in there, good and deep. I-I'm gonna make you feel good, Morty, gonna make you feel like a girl."







"I don't w-wanna feel like a fucking girl, Rick!" Morty howled, his entire body jumping when Rick's palm met his skin. The slaps jolted him, feeding into a forming erection trapped between his weight and the bed while simultaneously scaring him something fierce. "P-Please, please... You don't have to do this. I won't tell, I swear, just stop." He tried to keep his thighs together, pressing his legs tightly to deter Rick from violating him further.

His ass was red, streaks appearing on the pale flesh with the imprint of the man's fingers. Morty struggled with renewed vigor after each blow, pulling on his restraint hard enough that he chafed the skin on his arms. "/Please/! Get off me, think about wh-wh-what you're-- somebody help me! God, someone-- He's-- Help!"






Hand wrapped around his hard length, Rick smacked his cock against Morty's ass a few times before reaching into his coat pocket, fetching his trusty bottle of lube. Lubricant wasn't typically used in rape roleplays, but he figured the teen would be better off without dry penetration. Perhaps if they did this again, they could talk about opting the lube out.

Rick applied a generous amount to his dick, leaning forward to press his body against Morty's back. His weight held the younger male down, his slicked length pressed against his entrance. "I'm gonna mess you up," he straight-up growled into his grandson's ear, his lips grazing against his neck and earlobe. "G-Gonna fuck you so hard you won't ever forget it." His hand trailed down the brunette's side and captured his erection against the bed, stroking him up and down as he snarled breathlessly in his ear. "My cock is gonna fucking wreck your sweet little ass pussy. And-- and you're gonna be good, you're gonna lay back and let it happen." He grinded his cock against the groove between Morty's ass, moaning against his neck.






'...let it happen.'

The words seemed to get stuck in Morty's head, playing on repeat. They were too familiar. He'd heard them before, and he knew /where/, and as much as he tried to think of something-- anything-- else, all he could see was a dingy bathroom and blue lips grunting in his ear through a cracked mirror. There was a fat, drooling creature behind him, pinning his arms and manhandling him toward a stall.

"No, no, no, no!" His arousal died in a split second as something in him broke. "Rick! You're supposed to help! You were-- you're--" The boy became frantic, twisting at unnatural angles to get away from his grandfather's touch. The tears finally spilled over his lashline, dripping down his face and staining the covers with dark little patterns. "No, ooohh, you can't-- Snow! Snow! Snowflake, snows-s-storm, snow-- Stop, stop! Snowman! Shit! Please, no!"






Rick was prepared for this to happen. Something like this seemed a bit too hardcore for Morty, even though he did have some sexual experience under his belt. But regardless of whether or not it made sense, Rick immediately climbed off of Morty and quickly undid the binds on his wrists.

"Hey, hey," Rick said, his voice slightly raspy from the lust he was making himself calm down from. "E-Easy, Morty, it's okay." His eyes were wide with concern as he put his cock away, ignoring the weird sensation of lube in his underwear. "It's alright-- it's alright, Morty. Okay, we're stopping, I-I'm not gonna hurt you, sweetie." Well, that was the first time Rick had ever called him that. It kind of just slipped. Rick sat down against the headboard, motioning for Morty to come closer. "N-No crying, Morty. C'mere, let's talk."






Morty wheezed and rolled off the bed, naked and achy and wet with tears and lube. "Don't," he barked in an accusatory tone, pointing at Rick and backing up slowly. He paused at the word 'sweetie,' confusion and hesitation registering briefly on his features, but eventually continued his backwards stumbling. "I'll-- I'll hurt you."

He grabbed his controller on the way, scooping it up and brandishing it like a makeshift weapon in trembling fingers. Finally, his back met the wall across from the bed, and he stood there awkwardly, still holding the controller out, occasionally motioning as though he meant to throw it at Rick. "I did it before, I saved myself! I bashed his-- bashed his head in. I'll do it to you, too." The warning was pathetic, given the way his words wavered and the tears continued to flow. Morty looked like an overgrown Chihuahua, all high-pitched barking and posturing.







Yeah, Rick screwed up. He was way too rough and said too many fucked up things. He mentally kicked himself for not discussing this further with Morty instead of jumping right into it. He wished he didn't have think with his dick so much.

It hurt to see Morty like this. It hurt bad. His face conveyed concern and maybe even slight boredom, but he could feel his heart breaking. "Morty," he addressed him sternly with a touch of softness, staying right where he was on the bed. Morty was already against the wall, so the last thing Rick wanted to do was get up and make him feel like a trapped animal. "R-Remember what we talked about earlier?" he reminded him. This wasn't the scientist's first time calming someone down in a situation like this. "You-- you wanted to do this rape roleplay thing with me. And you said the-- uh, well, you said /almost/ the safe word, and I stopped. Just calm down, Morty. I'm not gonna do anything. You don't need to hurt me. I-I'm Rick, I'm not that Jellybean bastard. Just take a deep breath, Morty. Take a deep breath and calm down."







"Shut up!" The controller went flying across the room but, in his anxiety, Morty missed the mark completely and the thing just bounced off the side of the bed. "D-Don't tell me to calm down, you don't get to-- you don't know anything! You weren't there!"

He dropped his face into his hands to rub it hard, groaning, then gripped his head as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Rick's words sounded vaguely true, but his body was in fight or flight mode and his mind resisted the logic. "You weren't th-there!" He repeated. "I was screaming and you-- you were singing outside, and you-- you just tried to--" One breath. Then two, slow and steady. Morty paced in a circle.

"Jellybean is dead," he realized, mouthing the words carefully. "You killed him." He swallowed a sob, lifting his head to study Rick on the bed. "This was a game..." Eyes traveled up and around, checking the room. Rick had been telling the truth. "I... I'm scared."






Rick had kept the murder of King Jellybean a secret, not wanting Morty to know he truly did care about him. But given the circumstances, it didn't matter whether the event was kept under wraps or not. Their relationship was deeper and more complicated now, and if Morty knew what Rick did, then it was fine. Morty was the only person who could make Rick tear down those walls of insecurity and weakness.

"Don't be scared, Morty. N-Nothing's gonna-- nothing's gonna hurt you. I know I let you get hurt before, but-- but I'm gonna make sure no one ever touches you again, Morty." Rick leaned over the bed, gathering up a soft blanket that was bunched up on the floor. He brought himself to his feet and slowly approached Morty, careful not to startle him. "That-- that got out of hand, Morty. It's my fault, we-- we won't do any of that again." He draped the blanket over his grandson's shoulders, standing back at a slight distance in case Morty was still frightened of him.







Perhaps Morty would divulge how he'd come across the knowledge one day. For now, he was too busy trying to keep his head on straight-- a task that was proving marginally easier with the weight of a warm blanket on his shoulders. He clutched his throat, willing himself to continue breathing, deep and easy. "I..." He pressed a palm back behind him, using the leverage to slide down the wall and into a sit on the floor, his knees tucked up against his chest.

"I ruined it. This was s-supposed to be fun." Though he kept a wary eye on Rick's movements, he no longer flinched at his approach, and allowed him to come closer without another episode. "I'm sorry. I don't know what, um..." He clasped his hands together, pressing his knuckles against his mouth. "What's wrong with me?"






Rick looked down at his grandson with concern, a determined look etched on his face as he sat down on the floor next to him. "What? No-- no, Morty, look, you-- you didn't ruin anything. In fact, Morty, I'm proud of you. You-- you said the safe word when you got uncomfortable, and that was exactly what I wanted you to do."

Rick ran his fingers through Morty's chestnut locks, softly and gently rubbing his fingers against his scalp. "Look. This was all my fault. I-I went too far, and said some... some pretty fucked up things. Y-You know I'd never do any of that shit, or-- or say any of those things to you, right? I-It was all pretend. And I'm... I'm really glad you got me to stop when you didn't want it anymore. I don't want to hurt you, Morty, unless you want it. Uh... I." He cleared his throat, eyes anxiously darting around for a moment. "Don't, uh... don't you tell anyone this, Morty, or I'll kick your ass, but. B-But I know how it, y'know, how it feels. With the whole, uh-- being taken advantage of and getting touched when you don't want it. Just... y'know, just so you-- so you don't think you're totally alone or something."






The touches relaxed him, and though Morty still twitched and shivered every once and a while, he seemed content with Rick's presence near him. He drank in the praise, committing it to memory. "Wh... What?" Snapping out of his stupor, he lifted his gaze and stared at his grandfather. Now it was his turn to be concerned. "R-Rick, you... what?"

So slowly, he extended a hand and spread his fingers, seeking out longer, calloused digits to wrap them around. "I'm sorry." He wouldn't pry; he knew how it felt just to touch the subject, let alone demand details. "I'm s-so sorry, Rick, that shouldn't... that's not fair." He heaved a sigh, then turned his head and looked pointedly at the spot on the carpet directly beside him, encouraging the elder man to take a seat.






Rick sat next to him, wrapping an arm around the smaller male's shoulders. The boy was still naked aside from the blanket, so he must have been cold. Rick held him close, laughing as he rested his chin on top of Morty's head. "N-No, Morty, it's fine. It happened so long ago, don't-- don't even worry about it."

When Rick was younger and more naive, there were things that happened to him that he would rather not discuss, ever. It was part of the danger of going on adventures by himself, but he would make sure the same thing would never happen to Morty. Well, it almost did, which Rick always beat himself up for.

"Listen, don't-- don't feel bad about all this." Lowering his head to Morty's level, he locked eyes with him and caressed the side of his face. "Don't ever, /ever/ feel bad about saying no, Morty."






Morty hesitated for a beat before leaning his head to one side and pressing into Rick's touch, the tension draining from him. He remembered now. This was the Rick he had come to enjoy following, from crazy adventures to other dimensions to a secret rendezvous in his own home when no one else was watching. This was the Rick that cared so much for him that he was willing to run away with him in tow and never look back.

"Okay," he breathed, pecking Rick's palm with lips dry from the salt of his tears. "Th-Thank you." The boy crawled forward, tucking his head against the other's chest and sitting there, soothed by the thrum of the scientist's heartbeat. "It... It /was/ fun, for a while. Until you said something that made me remember. Maybe one day I'll forget and... a-and we can try again."








Rick rested a hand on top of Morty's head, letting the boy snuggle up to him all he wanted. "We don't need to-- to try ever again if you don't want to. There's tons of fetishes, tons of kinks out there. W-We're only gonna do what you're comfortable with, Morty."

He gave his grandson's forehead a quick peck, smoothing back his chocolate brown locks. "Man, you're... y-you're so beautiful, Morty. So good-looking. That's at least one thing you got from my side of the family." He grinned, adjusting the blanket on Morty's shoulders to keep it from falling off.






Morty closed his eyes, curling up tightly against the older man. The compliments made a smile tug at the corners of his lips, relieved and delighted. Everything would be okay, probably. Rick was being more than understanding and, though the scientist was often callous and unnecessarily cruel, this didn't seem to be a situation in which he planned to take that direction.

"Thank you," he murmured gently, hugging around Rick's middle. "Y-You were pretty good looking, when you were younger... I mean, just based on the photos I've seen. And not that you aren't-- well, you still are, is what I'm trying to say, I guess." He was tongue-tied, mentally exhausted. Groaning, he curled his fingers into fists and glanced up. "Can we just... sleep here for a little while? I want to not think. About anything."







"Sure, Morty." Swinging the boy's legs over his lap, Rick grunted as he stood and lifted him up off the floor. "Upsy daisy, I-- we're not sleeping on the floor." He carried Morty over to the bed and set him down on the mattress, climbing into bed right along with him.

"You wanna watch a movie later, Morty?" He relaxed on his side, playing with Morty's hair. "I-I'll let you choose what you wanna watch." Taking the brunette's hand in his own, he planted a small, tickling kiss to the faint veins on his wrist. Rick may not have gotten off, but aftercare, especially when the recipient was traumatized, was extremely important.







"Uh-huh." Yawning, he wrapped their fingers together and squeezed, squirming to press close, facing Rick. These moments, in which his grandfather was truly open and affectionate without the hard bite of cynicism or a charade to act as a barrier, were rare and fleeting. Though he wished it had arrived under different circumstances, he would take this one.

Morty nodded and pulled the blanket up to his chin, shielding himself from everything except Rick's warmth. "Later," he suggested softly, brows furrowing slightly as he tried to relax enough to succumb to rest. "Th-Thank you, Rick."