Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

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By:pumpkinblood on Ao3
Fucked up shit liiike: PWP, Emetophilia, Odontophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Bloodplay, Medical Kink, Oral Sex, Teeth, this is just nasty ok

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Being stranded in the Citadel was not your idea of a fun date.

Rick had asked you, begged you, even, to accompany him on this “adventure”, he had called it. Babe, please, I-I-I need some he-urp-lp. It won’t take long, I promise.

That was nearly 7 hours ago.

Apparently, Rick’s idea of an “adventure” was breaking and entering into the Citadel of Ricks and stealing some type of formula - a formula he claimed was his own, as in, only C-137’s. Stealing from yourself turned out to be quite the mess as you both had been chased down, fired at, and threatened.

Eventually, after a gun quarrel between your Rick and about ten other Ricks, all from neighboring dimensions, you had taken one too many wrong turns and ended up hopelessly lost. You had no idea where you were, how the Citadel was mapped out, or where your Rick had gone. Fear speared through you as you wandered aimlessly through alleyways, stopping to lean against a wall and pant. Running had exhausted you and you really just wanted to go home and sleep.

A loud bang coming from what resembled a small hospital or doctor’s office startled you out of your near asthma attack. You stood, tall and alert, hoping to mask some of the fear you held. Fighting and winning against a Rick, any Rick, was borderline impossible, and you weren’t sure if you even held any fight.

Suddenly, a door near the front of the white building was thrown open, revealing a Rick. He looked exactly like yours, except….

Rick was sporting a very cliche doctor’s uniform, complete with the surgeon’s smock, gloves, hat, and scrub shoes. He, however, did not have the same cleanliness one would hope from a doctor, instead, he appeared wild, unkempt, and nearly trashy. His uniform was stained with medicine and he had the signature green slobber spilling over his bottom lip.

Dark eyes trained on you almost immediately, and you felt your heart speed up. The ‘doctor’ grunted, smirked, and with a speed that nearly whipped you around, came over to you, his tall form towering over you. The smell that wafted through the air and that seemed to permeate him was sickening, a smell of medicine, cleaning supplies, cheap alcohol, and rot. You were terrified but intrigued.

“H-h-heeeey there, s-sweet thing, you-you lost or what?” Drool seeped down over his mouth and landed on your shoulder in strings. His breath was pure whiskey and cough syrup as it hit you directly in your face. You cringed, and didn’t answer him.

“W-what’s a pretty l-little darling like you doi-urrp-ng in the Citadel? You lost your Rick, huh?” He slurred.

Nodding, you attempted to take a step back from the man, but he only moved closer, this time wrapping a long arm around your waist and turning you to face him. His eyes glowed with a nearly evil light.

“I-I can help ya, babe… j-just, be, be mine for a bit and I’ll help ya f-f-find your Rick. How’s that-how’s that sound, sweetheart?”

Rick bent down a bit to be eye-level with you. His pupils dilated as they peered into yours, testing your reaction. You could feel your eyes widening as well.

“I w-won’t hurt you, darling, not unless y-you want me to.”

You found yourself in quite a predicament. You could refuse, tell the Rick in question to go to hell and storm away, but you’d still be lost. On the other hand, you could say yes, do whatever sick things he wanted you to do, and eventually, find your Rick and go home. At this point, you were too tired to fight it. Besides, this was Rick, technically, and the way he was staring at you and how his spit felt dripping down your arm had heat pooling in-between your thighs. So, you nodded to him softly.