Rick Sanchez X Reader (Oneshots)

I'm not afraid of the Dentist, I swear

“Don’t w-worry baby, I’ll-I’ll numb you up real good, yeah. Real good. Won’t feel a-a thing.”

You knew, you knew deep down you could stop him if you wanted and he told you you didn’t have to do anything you were uncomfortable with but… some sick, sick part of you held yourself back and didn’t push him away when he hovered over you after producing a syringe full of what must have been novacaine, didn’t move when he leaned forward and forced your mouth open, barely flinched when the needle dug into your gums. The tip was sharp, so sharp, you could hardly feel it save for a small pinch. Rick numbed up your entire mouth, moving the needle from one side of your jaw to the other until you could literally not feel your face. Drool was pouring out of your mouth but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

With your maw thoroughly numbed, Rick sat back to look at you. Your eyes were bleary and worried as you looked at him. Then he moved himself to the foot of the chair, ran his hands down your body causing you to shiver at his cold touch.

“Y-you-you want me to f-f-fuck you, baby? Want me to-to fuck you while I destroy your m-mouth, sweetheart? Huh?” After fiddling with his smock, he pulled his erection out, slowly rubbing it up and down your vulva, sighing at the contact. You nodded feverishly, words failing to come out of your mouth after being shot up with so much novocaine. Rick smirked, pushing his length inside of you in one smooth motion, his nostrils flaring. The feeling of being so full caused a low grumble to erupt from you, tossing your head back.

The doctor started to move, to fuck you properly, and words couldn’t explain how good it felt. He felt just like Rick, your Rick, but the fact that when you looked upon him, it wasn’t the same Rick you’d grown to know and love, only made your cunt clench tighter on his dick. It felt so abnormal, so wrong.

He continuously snapped his hips into you at a pace that had you gasping on every inhale, his pace not letting up even as you watched him flick on the drill he was still holding on to. Another blaze of fear penetrated you as he moved the drill closer to you, having to bend his tall body down to get at you. Slender, disgusting fingers pried your unfeeling mouth open, holding the drill right in front of your face. He stayed like this for a while, teasing you, scaring you shitless until finally, finally, the drill was pushed past your lips.

Pressure was the first thing that you thought of - the pressure of the drill-bit ripping through your molars was the only physical thing you could feel. Then, the sound. It was an awful, screeching, harsh noise that pierced your ears - beyond the slap of his hips against yours, or his heavy breathing, or your own screams. The doctor pressed the drill into the sides of all of your teeth, completely shattering the majority of them due to the intensity of the vibrations. Blood quickly welled up in your mouth and you were fighting for air, the hot fluid filling your gaping mouth and flooding your throat. You began to choke on shrapnel of busted teeth and blood, spraying the concoction from your mouth onto your chin, chest, and even Rick’s grinning face. He turned your head for you, almost tenderly, allowing the mixture in your throat to run out so you wouldn’t drown. All the while, he kept fucking the life out of you.

It soon became too much, there was too much noise, too much sensation and eventually enough bile rose in your esophagus and you puked the contents of your stomach up, mixing with the cocktail already heaving out of you. You were a mess and you couldn’t handle anymore, your body was screaming at you to stop, but you only wanted more. Rick could sense this on you, and he dragged the drill back into you and you closed your lips around the bit, utterly destroying your front teeth and gums. Rick groaned over the noise, sliding his free hand up through the wet mess on your chest, wrapping his grey fingers loosely around your throat.

“G-God, baby you-you… fuck, you’re gorgeous, fuck. Y-you like that? You like,” A particularly hard thrust, “W-when I wreck you like this don’t you, s-sweetheart? Being so-so good for me,”

Your body couldn’t tell whether to go into shock or not, the flashes of pain and pleasure both too intense to settle on only one, and when Rick moved a hand down to your pelvis and began circling your clit with his thumb, you came harder than you ever thought you could. You wailed through the masses of thick blood and puke, gargling sounds erupting from your throat as your muscles rippled around him, body going rigid. Rick’s hips never, ever stopped, and his finger starting stroking you harder, and harder, his other hand dropping the drill to the side table and his fingers pushing into your wet mouth, playing with the remnants of teeth, and suddenly you couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, all you could do was howl to the sky, to God, to Rick, to anything that would listen. You couldn’t tell when one orgasm would stop and another begin, you were riding the wave for what seemed like an eternity.

Your vision was still watery and unfocused when you felt Rick’s hips stutter against yours, his breathy groan plastered against your ear and you felt his dick pulse as he filled you to the brim. He laid his head on your disgusting chest, his cheek resting in your filth, breathing heavily and eyes fluttering. You ended up nearly how you started, Rick laying atop you and you, under him, and when he gently released your aching wrists from the straps, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you and laying a kiss on the top of his blue head with your bloody lips.

How long had it been, you weren’t sure - you weren’t even keeping track of how many times he had made you come - but it was long enough for the novocaine to begin to wear off. The pain was absolutely excruciating, and once again, reality hit you - all of your teeth were gone and your mouth a destroyed maw. Tears peeked from your eyes and soon you were sobbing, causing Rick to lift up and cradle your head, whispering into your ear.

“It’s-it’s gonna be okay, b-baby I promise, y-you’ll have your pretty l-ittle teeth back in no-no time. I-I wouldn’t leave you like this, or anything.”

Once again, you trusted him. And he fulfilled his promise.

He’d left you there, beaten, bleeding, crying, toothless, before coming back into the room, still covered in your sick. He pressed a mask over your nose, you breathed in, and the world went black. Upon waking up after what seemed like only seconds, you could feel clothes on your body, and your teeth again, and your mouth no longer tasted like blood and vomit but more like… toothpaste?

“W-went ahead and-and brushed them for ya, too, b-babe. I also fixed your c-clothes, they were. They were a mess. I had-had a lot of fun with you, kid. I-I-I hope you did too. Hope you did too.”

Rick, the doctor, stared at you for a full minute, before reaching out and clasping a hand on your shoulder. He had cleaned himself up as well.

“W-what’s your home dimension? You should be-should be getting home to your Rick.” He gave you a toothy grin before you softly told him the coordinates to your home, and he typed them into his portal gun (that you hadn’t even seen that he had).

You smiled back to him, stepped through the portal, and into your bedroom.

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I'll prolly search for fluff next time to tone shit down a couple of notches. Thanks for reading, stay tuned for next  update~ ♥