Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

Dom!Reader x Sub!Rick

Something you knew from experience, recalling one of the first times you'd asked Rick to do this to you. It hadn't gone very smoothly and the both of you had been surprised at his miscalculations. Who knew Rick Sanchez hadn't mastered choking not to kill?

You guys laughed about it now, it being one of your more awkward moments with him. With more experience under both of your belts, you'd found a happy medium between sensory overload and underwhelming.

Rick was at the point where he could still breathe in little rhythmic huffs. They were spaced like he was trying to hold out and then giving in to his body's need for air, though he wasn't getting much.

You were increasing the strength of your grip, beginning to put a bit more weight into it and watching with satisfaction when Rick bit his lip as he felt the shift. You knew he could take it. Rick had an unusually high tolerance for pain, but even so, you would never go too far, despite each time he tried to convince you.

"Like you're trying to kill me for the sick fucking bastard I am", he would growl out with a shit eating grin while guiding your hands to his neck.

You wanted to satisfy Rick, you craved it like it was the only sense of validation you would ever need. It was part of what kept bringing him back to you, but what you loved more than his praise was knowing he'd be intact enough to crawl back and beg for you, if that was the mood he was in.

Cliche, but you liked knowing the pain you inflicted on him wasn't permanent. That was something you couldn't quite get on board with. You were careful to teeter on the edge of dangerous; just enough for Rick to get his rocks off, but never so much you worried that you might actually hurt him.

And while he could definitely find other people, or creatures, that would indulge his near death kink further, Rick almost always chose you.

'Almost' because you weren't an idiot. You didn't expect Rick to swear loyalty to you, and neither did he. What you had was comfortable, but it wasn't anything close to monogamy.

He came back to you more than he did anyone else because he knew when you pulled back, it was out of concern.

And usually Rick hated that, hated the feelings of attachment starting to taint a good fuck, but it was different with you. You knew you couldn't rope him down and you weren't going to try. You knew that even if he stuck around and he was the one who asked you to stay and cuddle, it didn't mean Rick Sanchez had finally fallen in love.

No, you knew better than anyone that Rick was a wild animal and the only thing he could ever love fiercely, was his family.

He knew you would never expect anything more from him. It was a key component that kept your relationship functioning.

Because Rick was complicated, to say the least.

Sometimes what Rick really needed was to get fucked. To be used at someone else's will so he could forget whatever shit he'd ruined this time.

You knew because he'd asked you before and it was the only time you felt uncertainty at any of his requests.

But the best fuck for Rick wasn't a one night stand only there for that moment, it was when he knew he could come back for it again and feel that same sense of satisfaction. He liked knowing there was a mutual purpose, a symbiotic purpose, for each action. Nothing felt better than knowing there was an intent that took you into consideration every time, because no matter how hard Rick tried to carve out his emotions, they always grew back eventually. He would always crave affection, limited by his brain's desire for what all humans wanted.

It was a very precise balance of knowing neither of you would seek out an actual relationship, but still fulfilling this inescapable need. Like a dangerous titration, if there was even a possibility of too much, it would instantly implode on itself and the dynamic would shatter.