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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Summer_Smith
  Character:
      Summer_Smith, Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Jerry_Smith,
      Beth_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Dubious_Consent,
      Moral_Ambiguity, Sexual_Content, Masturbation, Drinking, Alcohol_Abuse/
      Alcoholism
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-09 Updated: 2018-01-23 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3643
****** Sick Fuck ******
by SinnerVee
Summary
     Closing his eyes, Rick tilted his head back cursing.
     "F-blergghh*- fuck it. " He hissed chugged the entire flask. The only
     thing he could remember was the hazy view of him approaching of his
     blissfully unaware granddaughter.
Notes
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***** Chapter 1 *****
Rick Sanchez was a man of action. He knew for a fact that school was a waste of
time, booze was his only solace, and of course that he was the smartest man in
the universe...
 
But to top it all off, he also knew he was a sick fuck.
Becuase here he was, thinking about Summer,as if he wasnt her grandfather.
He just couldn't help himself. It was like she was made to get underneath his
thick hardened skin. She's always doing something. Like' the way she soaks up
just the little bit of appraisal he may tossed her, caused by of her desperate
need for approval and affection that was denied to her from her two fuck up
parents
The way she just get the slightest twinkle in her eye whenever he showed her
even the tiniest bit of acknowledgement. And when he gave it to her he'd love
to watch her little cheeks heat up ever-so- slightly, over the littlest things.
The permenant Daddy issues that never failed to kick start his libdo for some
late night stress relief
Not only that but she did to get the more intelligent genes from him unlike the
other kid. Morty. The poor brat was only a tool used for the all intensive
purposes of keeping him hidden from the government.
He'd guess his favorite part is that smug look she gets when she knows she
right, or that competitive sneer she uses in her daily sibling rivalry. She
clearly got something from him-
Grandchild. She was his fucking grandchild. And here he was practically
drooling over her like some pathetic teenager.
"W-well shit-blerggp*- I-Im fucked up." The drunk muttered quietly, holding up
his flask with a stagger and squinting.
'Her silky strawberry hair..grab it. Yank it back, show her how disgusting you
are.'
"Even t-though it's b-be-errgfh*- been drastically proven that I-I have n-no
unesscary r-restrictions concerning m-my morals - *grruuep* E-evn Id say this
is p-pretty low on the s-scale for s-sick shit Rick." He scowled at his
reflection on the metal container.
'Those plump pink lips, that curve ever so in the smug Sanchez
fashion....wouldn't you like to see how pretty those lips be wrapped around
your-'
"Stop." He groaned resting his forehead in his hands. Another bile of vomit
attempt to slither it's up from his polluted body, only to be forced back down
with a tight glup.
'Cherry dusted cheeks, but you'd like them more if your cum was smeared all
over them,
He shifted.
'The curve of her breast, the hint of her nipples peaking out from that pink
shirt whenever the temperature is a bit too low'
He rubbed the bridge of his nose.
'That tight little ass of hers that you want to spank until she cries, just to
see that pretty face she makes when she does'
He took another swigg from the flask. He knew damn well it would only add gas
to the fire at his inner demons were stirring up just to make his night a
living hell. He could feel them clawing at the corners of his mine, exposing
the vile mess of sin that he could barley contain
'So....pure, you want to ruin her. Make her as fucked up as you are, sick son
of a bitch.'
He hit his tipping point. He wanted it. He want that angelic pureness that
practically oozed out of her. He wanted to taint it. To destroy it. He would
fuck it out of her if he had to, just to have her be as fucked up as he was. To
see it writhe in pain, gasp in pleasure, and welcome every horrible aspect that
he was, with open legs and pleadful cries.
 
Closing his eyes, Rick tilted his head back cursing.
"F-blergghh*- fuck it. " He hissed chugged the entire flask. The only thing he
could remember was the hazy view of him approaching of his blissfully unaware
granddaughter.
---------------------------------
Summer laid curled up on the bed. Her hair sprawled free, loose from her usual
ponytail. The barest hint of her upper thigh poking out from underneath the
sheets like a soft tease. Her chest rose and fell with the soft snores escaping
from her parted lips every so often.
Rick sat right beside her legs, raking his eyes up her body sickeningly, as the
rational side of his brain blared in alarm, trying to reach even a morsal of
moral code. He reached out, pushing the stray locks of hair from her face
clumsily, grazing at the relaxed youthful face underneath.
His brain finnaly kicked with a sputter, letting off red flags. 'Leave!'
He undid his pants quickly . Dropping them down to his ankles.
'Stop!'
He peeled off his lab coat and the shirt underneath.
'This is Summer!"
Yeah it was. Which was why he ignored that part of his brain for the next part.
Pinning the girl to the bed, he watched her blink awake with a panicked start,
struggling before a hint of the recognization hit her and she calmed down,
squinting in the dark.
"Grandpa Rick?" She grumbled forcing away the lingering effects of sleep.
"G-Grandpa Rick....y-youre naked!?" She flushed screeching, struggling to avert
her eyes.
He ignored her and ripped the sheets off of her, throwing them aside. Yanking
up her shirt to the sight of her bare breast. He ignored the sounds of protest,
quickly slamming his hand over her mouth before she screamed. Giving her a
warning glance he latched onto a nipple, masking from the cold air.
He shuddered, flicking his tongue over rhe pink bud, twisting it between his
teeth with a predatory growl. Her muffled cries of pain is what snapped him
back into it. He...didnt want to hurt her. No. At least he doesn't want to
right now. Rick wanted it to feel good to the both of them for the most part.
He paused and slowly sucked on the pert breast with amuch gentler approach,
before switching to the other side. It got the reaction he wanted when those
muffled cried turned into conflicted moans, face screwed up in pleasure. He
travled down the center of her chest, trailing his tongue around her navel
before dipping along the waist band of her shorts.
Peeling them off of her, he glanced up. Summer was looking at him with shy
hesitancy. Taking that as encouragement, he let go of her mouth- watching to
make sure she wouldn't make a sound before he shifted down and between her
thighs.
The soft patch of hair resting above her sex was soft to the touch. He nuzzled
his nose in it shifting farther down, using his thumbs to spread her wet slit
open for him. The pink flesh was warm and tender, and quivered under his slight
touch. His tongue slipped out taste it, rolling tightly against her now exposed
clit. The girl moaned arching her hips up to meet his face, grabbing his hair
and shoving his head down.
He obliged her, slipping his tongue into her wet entrance, groaning at the
taste of it.
"Rick...." She moaned panting lightly. Fuck, her voice sounded so good.
Especially with his name on her lips.
He slurped up the flowing juice, pushing his finger inside her tight walls,
pumping it in and out slowly. Her hips bucked up against him and he had to hold
her down while he ate, using his free hand to pump himself.
It was all to quick when a loud gasp, followed by a gush of juices poured into
his mouth, spurring his own climax to come out in quick spurts. Slowing his
movements down he rested his head on the wet patch, the corners of his vision
growing dark as he passed out.
***** Mornings *****
Chapter Summary
     "I fucked up. I know that. Guilt comes fast, asking what I was
     thinking."
Chapter Notes
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With a groan, Rick sat up with a mumbled curse. After peeling the sheets away
from his perspiring skin, he waited for his vision to stop spinning before
getting ready to access the damage of his late routines. Squinting at the
glaring light forcing its way past a set of curtains, he rubbed his face
waiting for the pains he was accustomed due to his self-destructive behavior.
The usual fiasco— drink, do some recreational drugs, drink some more, find
something to put his cock in, sit in a self-loathing pit, maybe try another
suicide attempt. All those simple things he was used to.
But something just wasn’t sitting well with him. No, it wasn’t the same typical
aftershocks of his nights. Instead of being nauseous and having a shit show of
a headache-well, actually his head did feel like It was being spilt open so at
least something was right-but there was a deep sickening ache the in the depths
of his stomach that he was defiantly not used to. A soft murmuring to his right
drew his attention. There, skin stricken with purple and red marks, laid
summer.
Naked as the day she was born, there was soft hints of residue around her
cheeks, dried tears. Her lips were puffy, red, swollen, and her hair was a
matted mess tangled around the softness of her face. She shifted in her sleep,
causing his gaze to shift down. The poor girls clit was perked and eager and
her lips were a swollen mess, there was even a large wet spot on the bed right
where her slit was just a moment ago.
 
The guilt was like gasoline in his guts. All of his insides burned slowly in
the toxicity, needing no more than a spark to set it ablaze.
 
It all pieced together now. Rick raked his eyes across the room, locating every
bit of his clothing. Limbs awkwardly flayed about as he forced on his clothes
and pulled the sheet over her. The door creaked lightly as he kept out of the
room, gangly legs slowly tracing their way back to their dwelling. Without the
booze in his system, every fucking moral-signal-alarm- whatever the fuck you
wanna call it was blaring into his skull nonstop.
‘You disgusting son of a bitch!’
‘THAT WAS SUMMER! YOU PUT YOUR FILTHY COCK INTO YOUR OWN BLOOD- YOU SICK
FUCK?!?'
‘WhatthefuckdidyoudoWhatthefuckdidyoudoWhatthefu-‘
“I fucking know! Just shut the fuck up and let me think!” He hissed twisting
and turning, fingers threatening to pull the very roots of his hair out. He
didn’t do anything. He doesn’t remember doing it so he didn’t do it?
‘Oh blow off- what are you some fucking scumbag collage boy?’
“Im sleepy slimy son of a bitch who fucked his granddaughter.” He sneered back
at the interupting thought. After pacing the small room for a few more minutes
he sat down and dug into his coat pocket, pulling out some pills and his flask.
Without a second thought he popped two of the tiny pills and took a swig,
squeezing his eyes shut for what was to come next. He needed to know for sure
what happened last night.
———————
“D-Don’t you f-f-fucking come.” He ordered, pulling back her hair. Ricks rough
tug on her nipples did nothing to help her. She arched back, twisting and
thrashing in the most pleasing of ways against him. He hissed at her to be
silent, but that doesn’t stop her from moaning under her breath, clenching up.
He knew she was close but he didn’t care.
It was about him this time.
“B-Beg for it.” Air wheezed through Summers throat but no sound came out.
“Beg for me c-come in your s-s-slutty little cunt.” He purred in her ear,
jerking his hips in an angle.
“Please, please, do it, make me, fuck,” She gasps, choking on moan. He growled.
Rick never sounds human when he growls.
“Say it f-f-fucking right!” He yanked her hair, biting her shoulder. Tears well
up in her eyes and she bites them back, choking the words out through moans.
“Please G-Grandpa Rick, fuck your babygirl- make her cum!~” She shivered in
delicious shame. He slammed in side her newly broken virgin hole, spilling all
of his sin inside of her.
The tears fell, her face mixed between pleasure and disgust.
———————
Rick hissed as the memory came back to him, rubbing his temples as he laid
back, one after another hitting him over and over.
———————-
“J-just look at you. Y-your’e doing so good.. You make it hard for Grandpa to
just watch you baby, It’s just so hard.”
Summer shivered, desperate for some relief as she pumped a finger in and out of
herself as she was told. Rick’s teeth scraped and bit along her neck.
“A-Almost there pretty girl? A-Almost r-ready? You b-better be because Grandpa
is. I’m a-a-almost out of patience, might have to get rough with you and fuck
that cute little ass of yours… that g-greedy little hole, hold you tight, and
f-f-fuck you til I’m damn satisfied?” Rick panted out harshly into her ear,
licking and biting at it between his questions.
Summer whined again and he could feel the switch in her head flip, giving into
that psychological craving of parental recondition. Daddy issue having bitch.
She gasped out, struggling to catch a breath that clearly wasn’t there as she
came, drizzling around her fingers. They were easily put aside and the head of
his cock pushing into her dripping sex.
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Rick didn't know what was more disgusting. That this continued for the few
early morning hours- or that his dick was straining against his zipper without
shame. The guilt was relentless, but it seemed to do nothing more than stroke
his cock into a harder stance. Cursing himself he jerked off quickly, feeding
off of that disgust and shame, the toxicity of it all getting him off. There
were voices and movement upstairs.
 
Fixing himself, he washed his hands before stepping out casually, grabbing mug
for coffee.
***** State of Mind *****
Chapter Summary
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The sun peeked through the blinds with interest , fluttering over the resting
forms eyes and frying them open. Her lashes brushed against her cheeks gently
as she arose, a soft groan escaping from between her lips. Her body was
unbearingly hot, and her sheets were drenched in damp musk. Her calm wake from
her slumber was snatched away by the painful throbbing between her legs and the
pool nausea festering in her stomach. Summer quickly sat up, snatching the
sheets to her chest as her eyes scanned the room for uninvited guests.
Her posture went slack as she realized she was alone and she let out a deep
breath,before it turned into a muffled sob. Her body was bruised and sore, but
she was feeling content with herself. A bile rose in her throat, causing her to
tear up as she forced it back down shaking her head.
”Im so fucked up..” she whispered quietly as she crawled to the other side of
her bed, staring at herself in the mirror. A flushed face redhead stared back
at her, mocking her with the look of pure satisfaction on her face for a plan
well done, even if on the inside she felt ashamed of herself. Getting Rick into
bed with her wasn’t easy, and was a lot of dirty work and careful planning to
pull one past that man. Not to mention that the guilt was eating her up inside.
He probably thinks he had forced himself on her. Well did it really matter,
she’ll soon reveal to him the truth of the situation soon enough anyways.
Wait…...what if he hates her for it.
She bawled her lip anxiously, twisting her hands. He can’t hate her, she only
acted out of the means of getting what they both wanted. Those burning eyes the
he looked at her with, the lingering touches, his subtle teasing. Her perfectly
practiced innocent smile and composure for his need to taint, her need for an
alpha male to help her feel more at control, and his need for someone smart
enough to put up a good argument but ignorant enough for him to teach.
Summer had realized it, and she was sure he had as well! For all that boasting
about genius, he surely would have put that together for himself.
There was only the one small issue of being his Granddaughter. Even his non-
existent morals couldn’t look past that. Hell, her very existence, and very
annoying ones wouldn’t.
Summer frowned lightly at the thought while she wiped herself clean, pulling
her discarded clothing back on;picking up a fresh pair and tucking it under her
arm. She waited by the door listening for footsteps. All clear, she slipped out
into the hall darting into the bathroom. The tension poured off her in waves as
soon as she clicked the door shut and locked it, allowing her to let out the
breathe she’d been holding.
“Just breathe Summer, as long as you keep it together, everything will just
fine.” She muttered to herself, setting the clothes down on the counter,
running a hand through her hair. “Just, stick to the plan.”
It was pretty simple, maybe even simple enough for Morty to understand. She
snickered out loud turning on the shower. First, research intergalactic drugs.
Then,figure out a way to purchase them, but without letting Grandpa Rick find
out. That was easier said than done,anything that had to do with drugs was
almost impossible to hide from him. She outta pat herself on the back. After
that she had to get her hands on that flask of his, at just the right time.
“Also easier said than done.” She snorted stripping down. Lastly she just had
to get it back in time in exactly the right place, without getting caught. It
was sad how easily she got away with doing it, it wasn’t like either her
parents cared enough to give a shit what she was doing, her brother was just a
goddamn Idiot, and Rick passed out a while before- doing some kind of drugs.
Gazzaz...Gozzo...Whatever.
Sighing, Summer stepped into the shower. She relaxed underneath the hot water
pouring down her skin and hummed lightly, washing away all the sins of the
night before and stepping out feeling as innocent and clean as a babe.
She took her birth control quickly, got dressed, and covered all the evidence
of anything with a bit of concealer and brush. And just for a change, She let
her hair down. She was free of any guilt or torment, and determined to make
sure see saw through with her plan.
“I'm going to make Rick mine.” She chuckled cooly, unlocking her phone and
heading down to the kitchen, feigning teenage indifference.
 
===============================================================================
 
Rick eyes shot up and narrowed at the nonchalant entrance of the strawberry
redhead,following her as she made her way to the other side of the table. Beth
set pancakes down for everyone, Morty wouldn't shut the fuck up, and Jerry's
was the usual punk ass bitch that he couldn't stand.
‘You shouldn’t even look at her after what you did.’
Goddamnit he hated that fucking voice in his head.
He grunted pouring a third of his fresh flask into his coffee before bringing
it up to his lips for a long sip. It was hot and bitter and it did a fine job
in distracting him from the cowering pit in his stomach telling him to get far,
far away from here and never come back. He scarfed down his breakfast, mutely
listening to the chatter of his family around him, however his eyes never
waivered away from the girl tapping away at her phone at the kitchen table.
“R-rick? R-Right Rick? Summer, she- she doesn’t have what it takes to-to go on
a adventure like we do.” Morty ragged on, breaking through Ricks thoughts. He
ignored him as Summer kicked him from underneath the table, causing the boy to
yelp and cower away from his sister. Rick was too wrapped up in his own
thoughts, snapping back into reality when the person who was the reason he was
going in fucking circles stood from the table and slung her bag over her
shoulder, jogging to the door.
“Bye you guys-” Summer called over her shoulders, shooting a quick glance at
Rick. A flush rose over her cheeks and he went to stand, but she was alright
out the door.
“Hey Rick, s-should we-” Morty started.
“N-no *blerhugs* Not now M-Mor*GH* Morty.” He snapped pushing from the table,
stalking off to the garage.
Something isn't sitting right with him. Summer was acting like nothing happened
at all last night, Not only that, but her hair was down? Did no one else notice
that is was it just him.
‘Of course you would notice you perverted freak, you know th-’
He squeezed his temples cursing a storm, this wasn't the time for this
bullshit. That’s what this is! Bullshit, complete and utter fucking bullshit!
Why the fuck was he dealing with this anyways?! When has he even given a shit
about anything that did serve his own recognized self-entitled purposes?
“Imf-fucking R-Rick *FLEUrhof Sanchez! This isn’t e-even my fucking *euRgh-
Dimension! Like I give a shit about some little girls emotions! Hell, h-halfway
through *fFGlhg- she was practically begging for my f-fucking cock inside her
t-tight little as-ass, *GrUhp and I’m s-sitting here b-bitching and gr-gripping
over situation that’s prob-probably happened over a dozen times in infinite
dim-dimensions!” He hissed slamming his fists on the desk, causing a lamp to
shake and a few bottles of mystery liquid to swish warningly.
He shouldn’t be feeling so...so...so...confused. Rick was completely confused,
and there wasn’t anything that the smartest man in the world could do to figure
out his own emotions. Except for intergalactic weed, because that's all he
could think off doing right now.
He aimed his portal gun at the floor and shot, stepping in.
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