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so you think you know what love is 

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it’s your god complex talking

Morty goes to bed late that night.

Not because he’s excited that Rick’s back, or that the events of the day were too much to handle.

But because he sees how Summer and Beth pushes their tits up against Rick in a giant, weepy, messy hug, the smirk on Rick’s face looking almost feral. He likes this. He likes being worshipped. Being needed. He fucking gets off on it. 

And while Rick is silently reveling in his power and male dominance over toppling an entire government and their family in one day, Jerry is upstairs quietly packing, sniffling, and alone.

Morty contemplates giving him some company, but even he’s too ashamed of how quickly his mother abandoned him for Rick to look him in the eye.

Don’t know where this came from but oh well. First thing I’ve written in months.

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"Do you love me?" Morty asks one day.

Rick pauses, turns to look at his grandson. His mouth's already open with some half hearted insult hanging at the tip of his tongue until he catches the look on Morty's face. He's stern, determined, and shaking. Like he's worked up the courage to ask this all day. Maybe longer. And Rick doesn't know what it is that makes him answer honestly, but he does.

"Sometimes," he admits, eyes hardening. He's not sure if he's reassuring Morty or himself at this point, because it's terrifying to think that  Rick doesn't love him since they've been fucking for months. "When my control slips."

Morty smiles, and it's bittersweet because he knows this is all they'll ever be, yet somehow... "Sometimes is enough."

Deliver Us - Part Three

JFC I’m so sorry it took so long to put this part out. I struggled with it a lot actually. But ! I hope it was worth it. NSFW under the cut.

IF YOU THINK THERE’S A HAPPY ENDING YOU ARE SORELY MISTAKEN.

Just saying.

If you want to catch up, you can find Part One here, and Part Two here!

ALSO. The AMAZINGLY TALENTED AND WONDERFUL @rois-demain drew some absolutely spectacular art to accompany this final part! Please please go check it out because it’s absolutely stunning and really sets the mood for the second to last scene :’)

You can find that HERE. 

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It'd been three weeks since that fateful day at youth group. Whatever had struck Rick to kiss Morty hadn't struck him again. Morty frowned, wondering if it'd ever happen again. If...if there would ever be a second chance for them. He thirsted for Rick's touch, mouth parched and dry as he imagined the elder priest's fingers curling around the back of his neck, fingering the little hairs that gathered. A phantom chill ran down Morty's spine at the memory, but he shook it off with ease. The days seemed endless, and each Sunday Morty found himself paying less and less attention to what Father Rick was saying, and more and more attention to the hand gestures he made as he spoke.

He looked at the hands and remembered how the slid down Morty's spine, tracing the bone and stopping right above the cleft of his ass, cupping his pert bottom firmly. Morty's eyes shut tightly, seemingly blending in with the rest of the church as they all bowed their heads to pray, but Morty was praying for something much much different.

The whole thing was fucked. It was stupid. He shouldn't have expected anything from Rick.

As his eyes opened they met with a hard stare of the man commanding the entire church. He swallowed, frozen, unable to tear his eyes away from the man who knew just how much power he had over Morty.

Rick seemed calm and collected, but his eyes betrayed his demeanor. He was affected too.

And Morty was not going to let that go unnoticed.