Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13015089. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character Death Fandom: Rick_and_Morty Relationship: Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith Character: Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Beth_Smith_(Rick_and_Morty), Summer_Smith, Jerry_Smith, Morticia_Smith, Morticia_(Pocket_Mortys) Additional Tags: a_bunch_of_oneshots, Angst, Mainly_angst, Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort, Grooming, Trust_Issues, Sleepy_Sex, Unhealthy_Relationships, Rape, Animal Abuse, beastility Stats: Published: 2017-12-14 Updated: 2017-12-18 Chapters: 6/? Words: 3175 ****** One Shots .:RaM:. ****** by ToxicCherries Summary Just a bunch of mainly angsty one-shots. I choose a word at random, define it. Then write a story. I'm working on my angst and fluff. Some will be smut if deemed fit. ***** Groomed ***** Chapter Notes groomed: ɡro͞om 2. prepare or train (someone) for a particular purpose or activity. "star pupils who are groomed for higher things" All the months must have meant nothing to him. All the adventures and all the gifts. Why did I think they would? He is a monster, and I should have paid more attention. He never took Summer on adventures or bought her anything, even if she begged. But he always would for me. I thought he cared. I thought he loved me. I thought maybe just maybe someone finally noticed and loved me. Dad didn't, Mom didn't, Summer didn't. But Rick was different. When I was sad, he'd take me places and show me the galaxy, only to make me happy again. Was... It all a ruse? When Dad tried to set me up with one of his friend's daughters, Rick was the one to stand up for me. When Mom was blacked out drunk threatening me Rick was the one to calm her down. When Summer picked on me for my voice, Rick was the one to get her to stop. I thought he cared. But I guess I was wrong. I'm always wrong, though. In school, at home, hell even just making decisions in life. I'm wrong. I'm an idiot I know that. I get told that daily, and I just have to accept it, but I thought just maybe someone could accept me dumbness and all. Maybe I should have picked up on the hints, Summer's eighteenth birthday party, he made sure we had to go on an adventure that day. He told me he forgot about her birthday and how she didn't matter like I did anyway. I felt so... Special on someone else's day... Or when I had panic attacks, and he'd massage my back, we wouldn't say anything he'd just slowly move his hands along my should blades humming while I tried my best to breathe. It was so nice. I didn't think much of it because... other than that he tried his best not to touch me.  The first red flag should have been him lending me his porn collection. It was just... I had no outlet no one acted as if my hormone mattered and when he offered to show me a bunch of alien porn websites I thought... I thought it was because he cared, because he understood what I am going through and how I feel... What the fuck is wrong with me of course he didn't. He would joke with me about being gay all the time, and would say no matter what I was he'd love me. I felt so happy I could be myself around him.  During adventures on planets we knew we'd play games, I know he doesn't seem like the "playing" kinda guy, and I thought so too, another red flag, huh? Blips and Chitz was our haven we always went there, we were regulars the employees knew us by name, and we knew theirs too. We would come home so late huge stuff alien toys in our arms and smiles on our faces... Mom and Dad would yell at him for keeping me out so late... In return, I'd stay up later in the garage with him. He told me they didn't understand, and how he wouldn't stop just because they're spouting out lies. I was to keep our adventures a secret, Mom and Dad wouldn't like it if they knew we destroyed whole galaxies and murdered aliens. I thought it was for the best. So I never told anyone. He liked that about me, how I was so loyal to him, he gave me pet names he only said when we were alone.  "Baby""Sweetie""Honey""Peanut", I liked it. I felt so wanted and needed. When we went to the citadel, he'd point out the other Ricks and Mortys. He told me the Ricks didn't care about their Mortys like he did.  He played me. He made me feel special he made me feel alive. He made me not want to die for the first time in my life.  I guess that's what a monster does, though. They make you feel important only to make you realize how insignificant you really are.  ***** Valuable ***** Chapter Summary 100 word dribble Chapter Notes val·u·a·ble noun 1. a thing that is of great worth, especially a small item of personal property. "put all your valuables in the hotel safe" No one wants her, why would they? She's a girl. She's not a Morty; she's not a Summer. There's no place in the Smith house for her. She might look like him, but she can never be him. She's a she.  Her eyes are curved like her grandmothers. She's beautiful. She's perfect. Everyone should understand her. Everyone should love her. But they can't... But I can't. I don't make the rules I just follow them. She needs to go. But I don't want her to. She's so rare. I was so lucky. But now I have to give her up. I don't want to... I can't. I won't. We'll run away together. Rick and Morticia. They'll make a television show make us into comics, wear us on shirts. Everyone will love her. Like they should. ***** Tired ***** Chapter Summary So so tired.I just got off work I'm so tired. Chapter Notes tired adjective in need of sleep or rest; weary. "Fisher rubbed his tired eyes" The world danced around Morty's vision as he drew the sheet over his soft frame. Closing his eyes, it didn't take long for his thoughts to grow farther away, for the sounds of the world slowly become distant. He almost didn't notice the creek of his bedroom door or the soft patter of footsteps closing in on him. He ignored it. He ignored the rough hands moving his limp frame to a sitting position propping his head up with a pillow. He ignored the feeling of his pajama shirt's button openings. He ignored the feeling of his boxers slipping down his legs. He ignored the coldness of the room. He shivered, weakly opening an eye looking up at his attacker. When he saw it was none other than his own grandfather, he wasn't that surprised, if anything he was relieved. Morty tried to react, to move away, but he couldn't, Rick must have reached his hand out, as a soft and warm feeling gently brushed his cheek. Forcing his eyes open Mortys caught gaze with his grandfather, a smile formed on his thin lips. "Hi, Mor- ...Sleepy head." Rick sat down next to Morty pulling him onto his lap. "H-how's my little tired tiger?" Morty could only squirm and whimper softly. Gently he rocked back and forth in Rick's lap. "It's gonna be okay, pop-pop got you." Rick leaned down gently nibbling on the teen's neck, moving his hands around Morty's torso caressing and pinching at the peachy flesh of the teen. Morty's eyes darted around the room trying to think of something to get out of his grip. The nibbles slowly turned into the familiar feeling if gooey trails back and forth, along with the increasing pain from every bite Rick took. "Close your little eyes bud-... Baby boy, I'm here I got you." Slowly Rick rocked the fatigued teen, while coating his cheek and neck in soft kisses. Rick's hand on his chest remained firm and solid while his other slowly made its way down to the teen's thigh. Stroking the soft flesh. Morty felt his bones ache and the start of a headache. But he could also feel the room expanding, the last thing he remembered was Rick grabbing tightly on his cock. When he awoke the world seemed empty, the walls practically echoed back the silence, he felt sticky, he pulled himself off his bed feeling a gross liquid crawling down his leg. ***** Rejected ***** Chapter Summary Rejected: Refuse to agree to (a request). "An application to hold a pop concert at the club was rejected" Chapter Notes Another 100 word dribble No means no. I have to accept that. No matter what I do he's not interested, and I can't even think about hurting him. Don't get attached, don't get hurt again... Why do I keep doing this to myself? He deserves better anyway. Not me. Not his grandfather, that girl... Jessica? Yeah, he deserves her... Why did I tell him? Why am I like this? I could play it off as me being drunk, but... He knows how emotional I get drunk.  Damn it. What should I do? Maybe I can erase his memory... No... He needs to know... Maybe I could show him I'm not such a bad guy! Take him to dinner, let him see I'm worth it... No again, then he'll think I'm flirting with him.  I love him, so much. I need to go. Far away, dimensions away, to another Morty who I don't love. Who's just my grandson. I'll leave this one. He'll be happy. Like he should be.    But. What if he isn't... I'll never know. ***** Family ***** Chapter Summary fam·i·ly ˈfam(ə)lē/Submit noun 1. a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household. Fuck her. Fuck her fuck Summer. Fuck them. How could mom choose her over me? She didn't even act as if she needed to think. She didn't even try. I hate her. No... She's my mom, and I know she loves me... Just not as much as she loves Summer. Why do I care I shouldn't I should just move on. Like every other time I'm chosen second. I show them so much love and they just... They hate me. They don't need me. I'm worthless. I'm... I'm Rick's favorite. Mom might love Summer more, but I'll have something she never could... Her father's love. ***** Spite ***** Chapter Summary This chapter contains: incest, rape, animal abuse, gore, humiliation, beastility Its not a good one. I wrote this in spite. Seriously this is a fuck up one-shot Chapter Notes spite spīt verb 1. deliberately hurt, annoy, or offend (someone). "he put the house up for sale to spite his family" See the end of the chapter for more notes It was a cold Saturday night in the Smith/Sanchez house, hours since the family all departed from dinner and hours since any other them have seen each other.  Except Rick and Morty of course.  The duo independently made their way into the dirty garage for a similar activity.  Only a few weeks ago had Rick came back into the family's life on Morty's 14th birthday to be exact, and since his return he has been less than appropriate? Normally Rick wasn't attracted to Mortys, maybe it was the taboo at work, or because he's sick, but he took great pleasure and time out of his days to get on the kid's good side;  giving him treats, taking him on adventures, giving him dating advice, anything that would make Morty trust the clearly unstable elder.  Which to his own surprise worked.  The fragile and insecure child would bend to his will, in every way.  Shape or form. And this night wasn't any different.  A thing about Rick, he's a deviant and possibly a sex addict, a lot of his friends deemed him as so, and he embraced it.  The Smith family knew it too, but they never commented on it.  After all it was Rick's life, why would they care what he did in his free time?  Rick forced the small teen to sit on the washer while he fumbled with an item in his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of pheromone spray.  A wicked smile crept on his face.  This wasn't going to be the first time Rick was going to break the teen, but it surely wouldn't be the last. "Stay."  He stated before running out into the kitchen looking around for something.  Morty did as told looking at the hard concrete below.  The memories of Rick laying down a piece of cardboard, pouring rice on top and forcing the boy to masturbate while he knelt in the grains was burned into his mind.  But that was only one of the many punishments Morty was forced to endure.  Morty could hear his poor dog in the living room whine and yelp while Rick did whatever to the small animal, tears started to form as the dog's howls became muffled and silenced. Rick burst in through the door holding under one of his arms a ravenous pile of white fluff that fought against his grip.  In the other the bottle of the pheromone.  In one swift movement he threw the dog into the garage and slammed the door closed.  Rick glared at the teen before the smile returned.   "Take your clothes off."  Rick said, picking up the dog again, Morty doing as he told pulled his yellow covering from his small frame.  Followed by his jeans and slipping off his shoes.  He felt goosebumps on his arms from the cold metal of the washer, he was in nothing but a pair of lacy white panties and matching stockings feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. Morty grabbed the hem of his panties pulling the fabric down, when the fabric reached his knees. "That's enough.  Stroke yo-...  rub your fucking little cock. " Rick huffed out through clenched teeth, Morty looked down at his soft member he grabbed weakly on the pale flesh and started moving his hand across it.  He could already feel his body betraying his wishes and getting hard from the friction, Morty shifted his gaze from the shame of his cock to the small dog in his grandfather's arms.  The ball of fluff was still, and its white fur was coated in a deep crimson on random parts of its body.  Morty glanced up at Rick who sprayed him with the spray, he also reached a hand into his other lab coat pocket, he grabbed a half empty bottle of lubrication squeezing a lump on the dog's asshole before handing the small creature to its owner. "Well, have fun."  Rick said crossing his arms and leaning against his work bench. Morty glanced down at Snuffles.  The dog stared back up with his big black eyes, whether it was for attention or because he sensed the pheromones he couldn't tell.  Swallowing deep the teen lifted the small dog's tail staring at the moist hole Morty could feel tears roll down his cheeks, he knew there was no way out of this.  He knew if he tried to convince Rick to let him leave he would get a punishment.  Most likely worse than what he was about to do. He positioned the dog at the end of his cock, and an endless stream of tears fell down his cheeks as he lowered the small form down his cock.  The tiny creature struggled in his grip, clawing at Morty and even trying to take nips at the boy's hands and arms. "Speed up already, I'm getting bored." Doing as he was told the teen tightened his grip on the soft ball of fur.  He slammed the animal down so his full length was inside of the dog.  Morty kept a rhythm of this up, he'd lift the animal to the tip of his cock before slamming it down till its tail hit his balls. "That's more li-...  That's how you do it. " Rick sneered with that ever lasting shit-eating smirk.  Morty tried comforting the small animal by petting it as he fucked it.  He mewled soft 'I'm sorry. ' and 'I still love you. ' to Snuffles, tears rolled down his cheeks while Snuffles slowly stopped wiggling in his arms. "Do it already you fucking pervert, get on your knees and fuck it."  Rick snapped from his spot.  Morty did so as he pulled himself up on the washer, so he could...  For lack of better words, fuck his pet doggie style.  The sound of his grandfather's laugh from across the room dragged him down deeper into the animal, no longer envisioning his poor puppy, but rather his disgusting excuse for a grandfather.  He imagined he was fucking him as hard as he could.  For every insult he threw at him, for every pathetic punishment he made him endure, for forcing him to ruin the only creature in the multiverse that actually cared about him.   Morty came into the small animal, but that didn't stop him.  He continued his thrusts into the small sac of bones and flesh, now not moving, the endless sounds of his grandfather's cackles etched into his brain.  He felt someone pull him out of the creature, and onto the floor. "You killed it;  you sick fuck. " Rick said smirk still riding his face. " You killed your dog.  I'm actually impressed.  You almost made grandpa proud. " Morty sat on the edge of Rick's lap while he fiddled with his belt. " Now I'ma do what you did to him, but with you. " Rick stated, pulling the panties off the teen the rest of the way and reaching into his boxers fishing for his hardened cock.  It took a second for Morty to comprehend the events that just unfolded, but he was done with this.  With this torture with this humiliation, with Rick.  Before Rick could grab him again Morty leaped up from his lap, and grabbed the sharpest of the various tools from the work bench.  A chuckle hit him as he turned around to stare at his grandfather.  Rick had just slipped his black sweater off, and he pulled himself up from the floor and slowly padded over to the teen. "You're a hoot, kid."  Rick stated holding out his hand for the blade.  "Now be a good boy and gi- ...  Hand grandpa the tool. " Morty clenched the weapon tightly before stepping closer to Rick, he extended his hand out as to give the man the blade but with an instinct decision pushed the elder down, Rick processing the attack didn't register the teen over him, the boy sliced Rick's face with the blade causing a blood trail to leak down the right side of his face. "You little bitch!"  Rick said trying to pull himself up.  Morty was too quick delivering a hard blow to the elders stomach, and a few more stabs from the blade.   Morty pounced on top of Rick endlessly stabbing the elder till he stopped moving.  Just like Snuffles.   The teen, looked down at his work, a smile planted on his face he felt like he finally won.  But there was another problem...  The realization of actually murdering his grandfather set in, more tears than before streamed down his small cheeks, landing on the floor.  He slowly crawled over to Rick's discarded sweater and slipped it on, he also made his way over to the panties and slipped them on before standing up.  He looked through various boxes Rick, had piled up until he found a wireless connecter.   If there was one thing he loved it was that Rick actually taught him things, other Rick's either acted as if their Mortys were too stupid to learn, or they wanted to protect them.  But not his.  It took no time to hook the device up to his grandfather and turn it on.  He had to hook the device up to his own brain to actually interact with the deceased elder, which he took care of doing. He cut out his eye, to his surprise felt very little pain...  More of a deep sense of pleasure and regret.  Once the device was set in he tried it out by making Rick stand.  Which he did.  The corpse did what he told it to with a droopy looking expression, something Morty would have to fix later, but first things first he'd need a way to cover his exposed bleeding eye socket and clean up the mess on the floor.  Well making Rick clean up the mess he had a long day and wanted a nap. Once the teen laid in his bed visions of other Rick's being controlled by him danced through his imagination. Chapter End Notes Evill Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!