rick sanchez calling you pet names when you’re out of ear shot to other people
“my girl and i…” “the missus wanted to…” etc.
him being somewhat aloof to who you two are to each other when you’re both together with other company, but when he’s on his own with other people- will never refer to you as something demeaning or degrading and gets incredibly defensive when someone pokes lighthearted fun at yall’s relationship.
but in the dark of night when the both of you are undone and winding down from the labors of the day:
he coaxes up to you.
pulling on your shirt to move closer to him while watching interdimensonal cable, or playing with your hair while you talk to him about something you’re passionate about.
he even offers soft exhales and the twitch of a smirk when you purposefully burst out with corny jokes because you know it irks him
but he doesn’t say anything about it.
the man who bends the fabric of space and time to his will just because he can- sits and listens to you ramble and watches shows that you like and purposefully takes notice to your interests and hobbies
when you decline sleeping over in his room, or are busy one night where he cannot come over to your place- he becomes irritable.
he’s reliant on you in ways he refuses to acknowledge within himself.
he deep down knows that he’s already let you in.
in moments of intimacy where you’re pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck to go faster, harder, slower, right there…
moments like this where he’s buried in-between your legs and every hair on his body is on edge for the anticipation of your climax. your pleasure. your wants and needs.
he wants nothing more than to feed your every hope and desire to you.
he wants to feel the bruises form on his back from you gripping him, he wants to feel wanted. needed. he wants to feel like he’s earned you.
that he’s earned this bliss. that he’s earned the ease he feels when being in your presence. the excitement he gets from playing house with you.
the rush of adrenaline and anticipation when you open your mouth to tell him to lock the door behind him.
in these moments where your physical existence and his overlap in the most erotic way- is when he calls you pet names to your face
Rick brushed through the thick and waxy violet leaves, hexagons of blue and pink gushed under his feet, similar to mud as he slugged through the swamp.
he was trying to find a weird little four headed worm underground, it’s mucus apparently containing some kind of hallucinogenic drug when concentrated, which was his favorite.
he’d been on this odd planet before, yet seemingly didn’t know it as well as he thought he did. using a little scanner to detect the worms movement, he slashed through varieties of plants following its beeping.
he bumped into a very large tree, with huge vines tangling and constricting around everything blocking his path, they pulsed, almost alive.
not thinking much about it, he slashed through them, falling easier than expected. here’s where he realized he’d fucked up.
the grotesque vines appeared to twitch rapidly once fallen, like they were waiting to be cut. he looked down slightly concerned as they sprayed a blue sludge over him, his eyes widened in fear as the residue dissipated into his skin faster than he could comprehend what happened.
quickly he pulled out his scanner, seeing what he got sprayed with. aphrodisiac compounds detected - it read.
“fuck..” he winced, glancing at the worm detector, noticing it wasn’t far off he continued through, not about to turn back.
he was grateful it was only an aphrodisiac, sure the next few hours will be torture until he can create an antidote, but at least his skin isn’t melting off.
or he’d stop by an alien strip club, aphrodisiacs make his dick hard for hours, he’d impress all the girls. he thought to himself as he laughed aloud.
then you abruptly popped in his head, his grin dropped. a sweet girl thats always with summer, he can tell you’ve got a big crush on him. ur such a fucking tease to him and you know it. you know what you do to him.
always switching your hips when you walk in front of him, he’s unable to look away with the way your ass moves.
when he gets back from missions, working shirtless in his garage, he sees you peek through the crack in the door, clenching your pudgy thighs together.
he fucking hated you for it. always smiling to yourself after you successfully fluster him, in his house. he’s even noticed one of his shirts went missing while you were over, fucking whore.
even going so far as to conveniently stand in the room across the bathroom while he takes a shower, sneakily savoring the moment when he steps out, with wet long hair clinging to his chest, in only a towel. he knew you were there though, smug as he walked away.
you were much younger than him, 19, so he couldn’t have you, and god.. that made him so mad. he’d lay in bed at night, cock hot and twitching from the cruel relentless teasing you did to him that day, yet feeling too guilty to stroke himself to you. he fucking hated it.
he got back from the mysterious planet, dusting himself off as he got off his ship. he sat at his table, conjuring up a antidote. though he couldn’t ignore the way he felt anymore, dick straining against his pants, almost painfully. hot haze creeping into his mind.
then he heard the door open, you stood in the doorway.
of fucking course you stood there. what a great time to come tease him, he thought. he so badly wished he could just pin you down by your fragile wrists and grind his big dick all over your-
“um.. rick? i-i was just wondering if you had any acetone? me and summer were doing our nails but mine got kinda messy” you nervously chuckled. poking your pushed up tits out as you fiddled with your hands behind your back.
he turned and shot you a deadly disconcerting stare, almost a warning to not fuck with him, to not get any closer.
he stood up, adjusting to hide his erection as he walked over to a junk drawer and pulled out a bottle. “thi-think this is it” he said drunken, placing it on the shelf near you, making a awkward distance as he started walking away.
picking it up, you gave a confused thank you as you started walking away, but halted to ask another question, just trying to talk to him more. “summer told me you just got back from a mission? how’d it go- was it fun?” you asked innocently.
he stood still, rolling his eyes before turning back to you. “yeah i did, and honest’, it- burrrp was so shitty, got infected with some f-fuckin’ plant” he said admittedly
you gave a concerned look, stepping closer to him. “i-infected?! like your sick kinda thing?” you said worriedly, looking up at the tall man.
“i-i.. uhm” he said nonchalantly stepping back, turning his flushed face away. “not that kinda infected, m-more like just temporary” he said, his erection becoming noticeable as he shifted to hide it.
he hated you so bad, his blood boiled as it rushed to his dick. he wanted you to leave, to stop this torture. Rick was so fucking mad at you, yet wanted to give you such good deep dick it made you blissfully peaceful.
you nodded with relief, but noticed sweat staple his hair to his forehead, his hands balled up in fists and his jaw twitched. “a-are you o-okay? you seem a bit.. frantic?”
he tried to snap out of the angry lust, running his shaking hand through his hair. “y-yeah i’m fin-fine. don’t worry about me. g- urrp -go do nails or, w-whatever the fuck” he said, trying to brush you off. but you stepped closer.
he’s backed against the edge of his table, face getting redder. “n-not to be a bother but, are you sure rick? you look like your about to pass out” you said with genuine concern, he looked sweaty and dazed.
“f-fuck (y/n).. you really wanna know so bad hm?” he looked away embarrassed. “got hit with a aphrodisiac, like the s- *hiccup* space version of viagra, not sick just- well.. f-frustrated” he said with shame as he defiantly crossed his arms.
he turned to you with dark eyes before you could respond, “it’s best you fuck off.” he said harshly. but, in reality, he needed you so fucking bad. every sensor in his brain was outputting you. he could practically taste you from here, your perfume clouding up his head.
you nodded, but you didn’t agree, you didn’t wanna leave, you wanted to make rick manhandle you. wanted him so frustrated he’s doing anything for his release, you wanted to toy with him. “but rickkk, can’t you just make an antidote so we can hangout more?”
you say giggling, clearly a tease. he doesn’t take it well, narrowing his eyes. “and what makes you think i want to hang-out w-with you?” he said, noticing the sad look on your face, stupidly feeling bad.
“e-even if i do make one, affects wouldn’t wear off for a few hours, wouldn’t wanna make you weirded out o-or whatever.” he said, becoming exasperated with the amount of desire for you. it’s like his dick was controlling his mind, every word you spoke with that sweet voice granted a throb, a wet patch of pre dampened his boxers. keep teasing him, and he won’t be able to stop himself.
“mmm, saying you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around me, old man rick?” giggling and twirling your hair jokingly, scared for the response.
he snapped; he was so done with your torture. done with this stupid act. it was his turn to back you up, make you feel cornered against the wall. “it seems a lot like you wanna fucking find out.” he said sharp and growly, voice laced with need and equal amounts of anger.
you cowered under him like a puppy, the tall man had a seriously scary mad face. but the tough demeanor shattered when you noticed his bulge and heavy beating heart, realizing he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at what you did to him.
“m-maybe i do?” so nervous but bold, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in harshly, maybe you were the needy one. his hands didn’t move, scared still. but yours did, you ran your hand through his hair pulling him in, pushing his hot body against yours, feeling his straining cock.
your other hand fell on his chest, feeling the low groan as you deepened the kiss. suddenly, you lacked his lips. “s-stop” he pulled away, almost against his own will. “a-a-are you sure you want me? y-you sure your okay with this?” he asks, surprisingly sweetly.
“i’m sure, rick” you say, before giving him time to think you pull him back in harder, this time running your hands up his shirt, digging him in with your nails.
he moaned loudly, coming undone as he held your throat. his other big hand held your hip, pushing his cock deeper into your stomach, making your stomach twirl.
he felt so good, so fucking good. like the plant was pushing him in, like he needed to be one. he felt relief at the hot body pressed against him, yet it only made him more eager to have his way with you.
before realizing what was happening, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulled out his portal gun, shooting it and carrying you through it.
he threw you onto his bed, the smell of his musk filled your nose, rick was as intoxicating as he was intoxicated. he crawled over you, giving no time to speak or question him, you knew what you had gotten into by playing with the Rick Sanchez.
he kissed you roughly, almost violently. wrapping his hand around your throat, this time he gently squeezed it. smirking at your little whines.
he watched you squirm as he pushed his cock painfully hard against your pussy. “think y-you could fuck with me? hm? always knew i’d be making you scream my name someday.” Rick said egotistically as his other hand captured your wrists above your head.
he sat and toyed with you, his haziness making him vulgar. watching the way your breath would hitch when he dry humped you, taking his hand off your throat and gently pushing back the hair stuck to your face.
rick displayed sweetness you’d never seen in him before. rick felt a way about you he’d never felt before. and he knew he needed so much more.
he came to a realization that this wasn’t just the plant making you feel so addictive, it was well, just you. he wanted you every night, now that he can act on it. this sent a jolt of possessiveness through him, your wearing short shorts around him? best believe from now on he’s smacking your ass.
think you can give him sultry bedroom eyes while he’s talking? no, not anymore. because now you know there’s no wall, nothing protecting you from him.
he wanted to see you take his dick, wanted to make you his little bitch. rick sat up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, his thick dick sprung out, blue hair decorated his shaft. you completely underestimated his size, he was fucking huge.
with his free hand he guided his dick to slick your lips, glossing them with his pre. “l-look at you, helpless l-little slut” he said degradingly, as he wiped a bead of pre falling from your lips. he tangled his hand in your hair as he suddenly plunged into your throat, making you choke.
you whined, his girth stretching your lips. his veins were thick, feeling them on the walls of your mouth as he fucked it carelessly, his heavy balls slapping your chin.
saliva started coaxing his dick, running down into your hair. his head fell back, groaning a deep moan as he pulled your hair, rick was ruthless. his thrusts got sloppy as your eyes rolled back, mascara running black streaks down your cheeks as your wrists started to ache from the pressure of his body.
he started slowing down, before suddenly burying his cock down your throat, bottoming out. he smirked as you fought, gagging and trying to free your wrists. you started choking on his dick, body rejecting it, but he only pushed deeper, truly mean. “w-what’s that? can’t take it anymore? *hiccup* now you know how i felt” he said cruelly with a smug face.
he pulled out when you were on the verge of passing out. wiping off your spit with his shirt, then taking it off along with his pants. then he kissed you, contradictingly sweet. rubbing his thumb over your cheek.
he stroked his cock, breaking the kiss as he took your legs on his shoulders. rick was very big compared to you, so he tried to take it slower with your pussy.
he pushed your panties to the side as his head explored your folds, so wet you stained his bed. he rubbed his tip on your clit, in painfully slow circles. “r-rick.. please” was all you could mutter, jaw still sore. he groaned at your begging.
he pushed in, tip coaxing in your slick. your heads fell back, he was so fucking big. his dick got wider in the middle, so it resisted going deeper into your pussy, he had to slowly bottom out as to not tear you.
when his balls hit your ass, you felt the most full you’ve ever felt in your life, insides reshaping to his girth, his head pushed painfully against your cervix, he wanted to go deeper, you let out a embarrassingly loud moan as he held your head softly.
you saw your stomach bulge as he suddenly pulled out, and slammed back in. you screamed, nails instinctively digging into his back. he winced from the pain, but he loved it, you felt his dick throb in you.
your mind was just him, your brain was like ice cream in his hot car. you were positive you’d never ever feel this good again, rick had definitely ruined sex for you.
he basically owned you, each time he’d pull out your pussy would flutter around his tip, he’d never fucked such a needy pussy, he was so horny he couldn’t tell wither it was the plant or you.
you felt him get sloppy and fast, thrusts no longer in slow rhythm. his voice got louder, cursing under his breath as he groaned deeply. you could tell he was getting close, he leaned down, folding you like paper as your pussy gushed around him, “r-rick!” you cried out, the pain and pleasure unbearable. he kissed you passionately, even somewhat sympathetically, yet continued bullying your cunt.
you could see his muscles twitch, thick cock throbbed in you hard. loud sounds of skin and slick mixed filled the room. rick grabbed the pillow taut by your head, burying his head in your neck. he groaned a string of curses as he bottomed out in your pussy, pushing into you so hard it hurt.
hot ropes of his cum painted your walls, his groans turned into whiny moans as his hips spazzed. he kissed you deeply, he was genuine. cock still throbbing as the affects completely disappeared after he came, filling you up with his seed. your all his now.
when his dick started to get soft he broke the kiss, laying down to the side of you as he pulled you close, kissing your head.
he pulled the blankets up over you, whispering sweet praises.
“s’ my good girl, my good sweet girl. takin’ me so good” he said, playing with your hair.
he was so sweet, you hadn’t expected this at all, you expected a dirty towel to cleanup and a “see you later”
but he cared, he knew how to care for a woman like men should do, you’d never felt that before.
“we gotta do that again, o-okay?” he said, doubt subtly creeping in that this might be the only time.
you looked up, kissing him softly. “oh rick, i don’t think i could ever get enough of you” you said, and that was 100% the truth.
rick smiled, for the first time you saw him peaceful, usually tense brows were relaxed.
he fell asleep alarmingly quickly, and he was such a deep sleeper his heavy body caged you in, no chance were you getting out.
