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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty, Pocket_Mortys
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Reader, Morty_Smith/Reader
  Character:
      Miami_Rick_(Pocket_Mortys), Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith,
      Reader, Minor_Characters, minor_OCs
  Additional Tags:
      Miami_Rick_and_morty, Sugar_Daddy, Possessive_Rick_Sanchez, evil_morty_-
      Freeform, because_I_love_him, Prostitution, Murder, Drugs, Underage_Sex,
      Semi-Public_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Lots_of_Drugs, Rick_basically_runs_miami,
      You're_going_to_be_treated_like_a_queen, Morty_is_18_in_this, Rick_will
      still_be_60
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      Published: 2017-04-12 Updated: 2017-09-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2968
****** That's What I Like ******
by stalewater
Summary
     •Living in Miami is luxurious, if you run the place. Rick Sanchez has
     never been told no, and it's a word that only he speaks more often
     than not. Between drug lords and gang wars he finds you, a helpless
     prostitute in need of some TLC. When he sees your trembling horrified
     body he instantly wants to make things better for you. Permanently.
     Will you stay for the money or the false love?
     (In this story "reader" will have the characteristics of Miami
     Morty).
     •inspired by
     Bruno Mars: That's What I Like & 24 Karot Magic
     ♡♡ Also
     Lana Del Rey: Off to the Races & Lolita & Put me in a movie & You can
     be the boss.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Just Another Day In Paradise *****
     It was another hot day in Miami, Florida, as she stood on her corner
flaunting her curves and her bronzed body. No one truly noticed her because of
the plethora of others doing the same exact job as her. She sighed and pushed
her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose and began to rifle through her handbag
for another lollipop. Just then a car pulled by and she put on her fake smile
and  tried to compose herself before she looked up only for the facade to fade
away quickly. It was Riccardo, her pimp. He was coming towards her at an
alarming rate.
     "Hey, you think this is some kinda joke? I put you here to show all these
greasy fuckers what a horny slut you are! If you don't get your brains fucked
into oblivion then I don't get any money. Do you understand me, whore? You can
starve for all I care bitch!"
     And just like that Riccardo's fist flew into her face, her sunglasses
crashing onto the boiling cement. Everything felt like it was going in slow
motion and her sweat had suddenly began to mix with blood.
     "If I catch you ignoring the road with your head in that fucking purse one
more time I'm gonna kill you, do you hear me? Kill. You. Now get back to work,
cunt."
     Riccardo turned to step back into his vehicle when he met a firm but
skeletal chest, which caused him to bounce back a bit.
     "Ey man, what the fuck do you think you're doin'?" Riccardo looked up to
see reflective shades and a crazy mess of blue-gray hair.
     "I suggest you - you watch who you're talking to, polla," The mystery man
glanced down at her and shook his head, "and be a little more discreet about
you - your buisness." The taller man stared down at Riccardo and she felt as if
the sun had suddenly gotten hotter. She was terrified. No one ever stood up to
Riccardo, shit was about to go down.
     "Mr. Sanchez! Please I am so sorry sir, please don't hurt me, I can take
you back to the firm and you can have all of my earnings just please-" Riccardo
mumbled off as an odd gun was pointed to his head. A shorter boy with brown
hair and a comical eyepatch held the weapon up to Riccardo's temple.
     "I don't want your sh-shitty money! I own half of this god damned city!
You work for me, yeah - yeah that's the way I see it." Mr. Sanchez spoke in a
gravely voice and the shorter male only tightened his grip on the gun.
     "Stop! He was only keeping me in line...." She looked up at all three of
the men with glazed over eyes. Sure she'd been in harms way a zillion times,
but never this close to the action. She was a prostitute, not a murder.
     "Shut up!" Riccardo viciously spat at her quivering little body.
     "I've seen enough, you - you disgusting piece of human filth." Mr. Sanchez
gave a motion with his hand and a soft thud was the only noise she heard as
Riccardo's body hit the sidewalk. The boy with the gun quickly blew away the
smoke and shoved it in his pocket as he seemed to be awaiting orders.
     "Oh my god!" She scrambled up on her heels and adjusted her cheetah print
jacket over her crop top in an attempt to hide herself.
     "Hey - hey, it's fine, little nymphet. You're not a whore baby girl, I'm
gonna take reaaalll good care of you." Mr. Sanchez sounded a lot more sincere
now that Riccardo was slowly bleeding out under the orange Miami sunset.
     "M-morty, take care of this garbage." Mr. Sanchez kicked the body onto its
side and she could see Riccardo's eyes wide open in a last attempt of sympathy
before his death. His temple was leaking a mixture of fluids and what she could
only assume was brain slush. She gasped and covered her mouth as the tears she
was attempting to hide finally spilled over 
     Morty simply nodded and began to pick Riccardo's shoulders up under his
arms and drag the body into the nearest alleyway. A small ray of green light
was seen and then Morty reappeared into plain sight.
     "All taken care of, gramps." Morty smirked and Mr. Sanchez rolled his eyes
behind his shades.
     She had no idea what to do, who these people were, or what her chances of
running and surviving were. She brushed her hair back with trembling fingers
and then reached for another lollipop to sate her oral fixation.
    "Get in the car, please?" Morty looked like a sweet boy and he looked
willing to make her feel safe. She never knew life outside of the human
trafficking service she belonged to. This Mr. Sanchez guy must be a real head
honcho if he could scare even Riccardo. Maybe he was another pimp. She didn't
want to think about that right now, all she wanted to do was focus and feel the
soft velvet of the limited Cadillac seats she was currently sliding into and
the pop music being played through the speakers. It sounded like Bruno Mars,
which was a typical voice in a sunny tourist trap like Miami. Her heart was
beating at a normal speed now. She felt...safe?
     The car ride was rather silent. The black tinted windows still didn't
block out the city lights, she never really had the chance to admire them.
Being an escort was a rather busy and risky job. However, being bedded
constantly kept her away from the nightlife, suprisingly enough considering she
was a part of it. Her thoughts were lost in the last 24 hour events that she
barely even noticed that Mr. Sanchez had pulled into a gated community known
for celebrity beach houses and private shores.
     "Not to be a burden, but where are we going?" She fidgeted in her seat
wondering if she had overstepped her boundaries by opening her mouth. The
younger boy simply looked at her in the rearview mirror with his visible eye
and seemed to ignore her question whilst Mr. Sanchez gave the most shit-eating
grin possible.
     "We're going home baby girl. We're goURGhing home..." He said with a
belch.
     
***** Paradise City *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty shows you around.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
She smiled weakly at Mr. Sanchez as he presented a wicked grin. She sat in the
back and listened to the radio for only a bit longer before the car came to a
sudden stop. Her mind was elsewhere and she still had no clue where they were,
or why she was even with them.
     "Show her around, MoOUTGRty." Good Lord this man belched a lot.
     "L-Let me guess, business?" The eyepatched boy put his fists on his hips
in a sarcastic manner.
     "Yeah, yeah. Don't get your centimeter worm wet. She's probably a nice
giOURl....probably. Don't bore her to death either." Mr. Sanchez tossed the
brunette a set of keys before walking towards a small building by the...pool?!
     "Where are we?!" She pulled her fur jacket  closer to her thin body in the
cool night air. Curiosty was hitting her from all directions.
     "For me? Home. For you? Paradise." The boy turned and started to walk away
without another word.
     "Hey wait-!" She paused her train of thought and began to recount its
passengers.
     "Morty. Morty Smith," he answered her unspoken question, "And that old
creep is my grandpa, Rick Sanchez."
     "Rick? Huh. And you're Morty?"
     "Uh, y-yep. Mortimer Smith. That's me. S-sadly..."
     The talk had distracted her once more and she almost bumped into morty as
he stopped to unlock the front doors of the luxurious house she had yet to
notice. Rick had gone off to a poolside building to do, "business" while she
walked the lush gardens of a gated estate. And to think that only hours ago she
was a poor prostitute being abused in broad daylight. Even though, she was
still on the fence about trusting these two, why had they saved her and not the
others? Surely they knew that other girls were getting hit just as much as her.
A thought for another time.
     "So obviously you saw where the pool was located. Now I'll be showing you
to y-your room." Morty began ascending a set of grand marble stairs.
     "You have a stutter?" In her head it was a statement. And in her head is
where it should have stayed.
     Morty stopped and turned to look at her over his shoulder. His eyebrows
twisted in discomfort and his lips formed a tiny hint of a frown.
     "No! I'm so sorry! I, uh, didn't mean to make you feel bad. It's just
cute. Is it an anxious thing or something you developed." She wanted to rip out
her dip-dyed hair.

/STUPID STUPID STUPID/

     "Both I g-guess. It's fine. I get outcast enough due to my patch." He
pointed to his covered eye. She opened her mouth but he quickly dismissed
herself.

/Don't ask./

     "This will be your room. Rick texted me and requested that you get the
room next to his incase anything happens." Morty was talking slower, probably
trying to control his stutter now.
     "Pfft, why so I can be his actual life-alert when he has a stroke." She
was full of horrible quips and she couldn't stop herself. She instantly
regretted what she said.
     "Y-you know, Rick didn't have t-to save you at all! We pass hundreds of
girls like you! All day, h-he pulled over for you though..." Morty regained his
composure and tried to go back to his monotonous tone.
     "Wow, I'm sorry man, I didn't mean it like that, it was only a sick joke."
She wanted to stab herself right then and there. He was right, dispite a
horrendous turn of events they did technically sage her life.
     "A joke? Keep it at that." Yeesh. He was a ray of sunshine, wasn't he?
     After a few more stairs up Morty gestured towards a white and gold double
door. She gasped and put her hands on the intricate designs carved into the
wood.
     "Wow. It's beautiful!" She was filled with extreme giddiness at the
beggining of her new life.
     "Gramps will probably be up here pretty late so you can just thank him at
breakfast tomorrow. G-good night." Morty awkwardly shuffled around her and
headed down the stairs.

     "I can't believe that this happened to me. All in one day. Christ, I
couldn't imagine this ever happening to me at all." She was now whispering to
herself outside of her new bedroom. She was stalling before going in. She
wanted to make this memorable. Sighing she finally pushed the doors open to
reveal a gorgeous room filled with luxiorous items that she had never seen in
her life. The furniture was a magnificent white with gold trimmings, and the
floor was a gorgous white and obsidian marble mixture. This looked like a room
that could only be found in movies or dreams.
     "No fucking way..." She squealed and made a start for the king sized bed.
     She threw her body onto the mattress and flopped around in the lush
blankets.
     "C-careful, that's reaaallll egyptian silk right there. Every room has the
same sheets but still, be a little more gentle. Yeesh." The raspy voice
continued to carry on ever after the girl let out a high-pitched yelp.
     "Morty said you wouldn't be up here until  later!" She was only a bit
startled but she also felt a bit let-down by Morty's dishonesty.
     "Relax, it's not like I walked in on you masturbating or anything. You're
fine doll." Mr. Sanchez relaxed his long fingers into his wild hair and sighed
through his nose.
     She was blushing now and all she wanted to do was get swallowed up by the
incredibly soft duvet. It wasn't even the lewdness of his statement, but rather
the pet-name she had just recived.
     "Yeah, I guess you're right. It could've been worse." She looked at the
older man in all of his rich glory. Watches, chains, designer coat and shoes.
He was the epitome of lavish living and she was dying to know why.
     "Oh don't get sarcastic, I know that your young teenage mind could care
less for my small talk but I'm here for better reasons." Mr. Sanchez strutted
across the room with his impeccably long legs and pulled back the curtain to
the balcony doors.
     "Those reasons are?" The girl was now scooting to the edge of the bed in
anticipation.
     "I want you to u-use your skills in order to please m-me. Oh, I'm also
willing to reward you for putting up w-with my old ass." Rick studied the waves
crashing against the shore outside of the window as the girl let his words
process in her head. This definitely would not be the first time she slept with
someone much older than her.
     "What kind of rewards are we talking about?"
Chapter End Notes
     I'M ALIVE AND I'M WRITING AND THIS IS SHIT SO I APOLOGIZE!
***** You'll Know She's Mine *****
Chapter Summary
     Wood splinters, Metal will rust.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
        "Well aren't you a naughty weasel. Tsk, tsk, I offer you something from
the bottom of my heart and you already wish to ruin the sUuRprise?" Rick
smirked as he turned to look at the little girl who sat bow legged on the silk
sheets of her new bed.
        "Ew old man, don't ever call me that again." She grew uncomfortable at
how oddly nice she was being treated when suddenly it all flooded away.
        Rick took two long steps towards the bed and grabbed her chin with a
bruising grip. Her eyes watered at the sudden violent contact. It's not like it
was the first time she was treated harshly but it was still shocking due to how
nice he seemed in the past few hours. The man who had been asking her for
sexual favors and offering rewards was now snarling in her face.
        "Old man? Yeah I know what I am you little whore, but you are no longer
allowed to disrespect me like that. You call me Daddy or Sir, understood? You
could easily be mistaken as my daughter so don't fuck this up for both of us.
And w-watch your demanding tone, I'm in charge. Comprende? I'm a mother-fucking
God!" He laughed maniacally and tightened his grip.
        She was at a loss for words and without a thought she was already
violently shaking her head 'yes' as well as she could while still in his firm
hold on her chin and neck.
        "I didn't hear an apology, use your words, baby." Rick was beginning to
feel his influence on her was a bit less than fear and more of arousal. He
smirked wickedly and listened to her plead, voice dripping like melted sugar.
        "I'm sorry Daddy. I shouldn't have been rude. Can you ever forgive me
for my mistakes?" She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Her innocent act
was most likely a kink of his since he already requested to be called Daddy.
She'd be his little girl.
     
   "H-holy fuck. Ugh. Yeah fine. W-w-whatever. Strip for Daddy." He ended his
sentence with a belch.
          "Yes sir." She watched as he smiled and didn't sugar coat the fact
that he had a growing buldge in his pants.
        She was a pro at this, it was her previous occupation after all. Rick
pulled a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it up as he stood by and watched
the show. His little girl began by shrugging off her fur coat and twirling it
around her body before throwing it on the bed behind her. He was slightly
unimpressed until she turned her back to him and crossed her arms in order to
grab the hem on her crop top. She looked at him over her shoulder and winked.
She pulled the shirt up her smooth tan body and without revealing her chest to
him she turned quickly and threw the top at him. He snarled at her teasing but
took a long drag of his cigar and continued watching her act.
        She peeked at him once more before she bent over onto the bed and began
to slowly grind against the bed frame as her tight ass bounced for him. She
sighed and slowly eased out of her pink bikini bottoms. She slipped them over
her plump ass and bounced once more for effect before dropping them to her feet
and spreading her legs. As she was about to rub her clit on the bed frame again
she was suddenly struck with immense pain on her ass cheek.
        "Ow! Fuuuck! What the fuck did you just do?! Ahh, it hurts." She was
breathing heavily and her breasts were bouncing up and down as she wreathed in
pain. Tearswere forming in her eyes at this point.
        "I-it's a temporary brand, the real one will probably hurt less." He
finished putting his cigar out on her before throwing it to the floor and
stepping on it for safe measure.
        "You're going to brand me like an animal?!" She was still having
aftershocks of the burning pain but her mind was in another place of rage
entirely.
        "W-well yeah. Heh-heh, w-what did you expect? A nice home and lots of
money? Yeah you've got that but it ain't free princess. Y-you're mine until the
day you die now. I want an 'R' tattooed right there in this little cigar
circle."
        She tried her best for a way out of it, and for a moment thought she
had outsmarted him.
        "But my pimp's name was Ricardo, they'll think I still belong to him."
She crossed her arms over her pirky breasts and smiled triumphiantly.
        "N-not when my entire brand revolves around that there design, sugar
doll."
     So much for trying to out-wit the smartest man in the Multiverse.
        
Chapter End Notes
     Yeet yeet sort of a cliffhanger but not really, I didn't beta this so
     enjoy all the mistakes I made. I basically shit this chapter out
     because I want to keep this story going since season three is almost
     over and fanfiction is all we're gonna have for another 10 fucking
     years. (Thanks Dan & Roiland)
End Notes
     Ah jeez, I'm sorry this is so shitty. Please don't correct my
     grammar, I'm aware that it needs improvement. If you have any
     requests for little things I should add in the story, let me know!
     And the chapters may be a bit short but it gets good I promise.
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